#could I have just used an explosion for bkg?

[angelsdxmise]

Haunt me.

sum: Bakugou is not a good boyfriend.

Contains: readers short story of how she spiraled due to her affiliation with bkg

warnings: mentions of suicide, bakugou hurts u once, angst, no comfort, profanity, you hurt yourself somewhat, reader goes insane, not proofread sorry

a/n: 1k words technically.. send me requests and consider reblawging 😝

Your eye twitches as you hear your boyfriend's name.Yes, how lucky you were. Just keep remembering- keep remembering that he didn’t set his eyes on anyone else. Those lucky girls didn’t know what it was like, so you were technically saving them.

Due to your accidental sacrifice, your eyebags grew heavier and your false smile improved, which fooled everyone around. You sat on your bed as your nails dug into the flesh of your face. All you wanted to do was cry and scream.

You stopped once you felt a warm liquid trickle down your face and drip onto your thighs. You slowly pulled your hands back and stared at them. It’s not like it was marriage, you could just leave.

But then again, you couldn’t. What would you do without him, what would he say? What would everyone else say? It’s only so much time before you’d be free, right? Or maybe, just maybe he planned to unintentionally save you and break up with you himself.

That never happened. It would never happen because suddenly, he cared what people thought. The nail-indented scars left on your forehead raised questions from your classmates, but you dismissed them with a smile.

You wanted to drown yourself in lava when you truly realized you were going to be the cause of your own death. You had a run in with a villain and made your way back to the dorms, unable to even walk as you crawled through the dorm halls. Thankfully, it was late so nobody would see you.

Your pupils were blown wide as your fingers clutched the skin around your wound, the blood pouring out of you endlessly. Bakugou must have been awake and smelt your state as he opened his door and looked down at you. Pools of tears were beneath you as you held your head down, silently begging to be let in.

He granted you your wish, and hoisted you onto his bathroom counter. Saliva leaked out your mouth and snot ran down your nose as you groaned in pain, unable to form a single word.

“Clean up yourself, and stop getting your shitty problems all over my fucking bathroom. You’re disgusting.” You heard. Bakugou sounded like your own personal torture demon as threw a rag at your face, then shut the bathroom door.

You wondered what he would think if you really had lost it. Your teeth dug into the rag as your fingers pierced your wound, blood escaping from the gaps. Your eyes rolled upwards as your sobs were silent and painful. You removed your hands from your wound, and gripped your hair tightly before shoving your face in your knees and tugging at it in despair.

Bakugou really was a bad boyfriend. Maybe they were right, how could I have gotten into a relationship with him? You wanted to die, but refused as you had one singular thing to look forward to in life.

As you sluggishly made an attempt to move, you flinched as you heard the door slam open, revealing Bakugou. “God damn it, what’d I tell you..” He growled as he walked towards you, a venomous glare in his face that you saw as nothing but evil.

He ripped the rag from your hands as his own were placed on your sides. He wrapped it around your torso and tightened it to put pressure so it’d at least stop bleeding. He noticed your pathetic state, and it seemed to have made him angrier.

It didn’t seem so, you knew it did. The fear never left you from that moment, the moment his quirk had gone off while his palm was still on your skin. Thank the gods it wasn’t a full explosion, but the heat was so intense it had left a burn mark on your skin. You shrieked in pain as you used your legs to kick him off you.

He didn’t respond, and his usual frown didn’t leave his face. “Oh my god..” You faintly said. As you ran your hand over the scar, some of your skin had melted off and stuck to you. You nearly barfed as you darted out of his dorm. He stood there in shock with his head down, remembering what he had just done. He was in a top hero school, and he made the moves of a villain.

It didn’t matter anyway. In your world, he was Satan himself. He haunted your dreams every night, and even years later, after you’ve left U.A. due to them denying a request to change classes after you refused to provide a reason, you still hear his voice.

His voice that commanded you to do things you didn’t want to, but he forced you to keep his reputation and ego fully stocked. His scar was faded, but some parts were still a slight red.

You smashed your TV to bits and pieces, your apartment nearly being fully turned over at the destruction that had just occurred. A nightmare, the worst one had followed you everywhere you went. He was praised, and when it came on your TV, your mind faded away as you didn’t process what happened next.

You came back to yourself laying on glass shards, most likely from a plate or glass, in your kitchen. The dishes and cabinets were destroyed, and the fridge no longer had its familiar buzz. Some of the glass shards had pierced your skin, making you wince everytime you shifted around.

You’d never be free, and you never gave yourself another four years to mentally recover as you reached the top of your favorite building. You did enjoy it at U.A., classes were full of life and provided you with much entertainment. But even as you fell, he followed you down. As much as you wished he did—

He never died with you.

[ms0milk]

𝟏𝟎 | 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"Trembling tears, a fit of chill against the garden ground and a hold so tight on your prince’s arm you wouldn’t blame him for striking you. A golden hand keeps the cry quiet and the other presses gently into your cheek, tangled in loose hair, to try and soothe you, worried red eyes so like the Champion."

cw (I) another impressive attempt on your life and a haunted seaside garden. much blood, a dislocated joint, nasty (does not even being to describe it) dabi skin descriptors: melting ripping bleeding blehk, and one major burn wound. reader reminds the group that murder is her job description but does also get her shit rocked. some long awaited tenderness and a loss of faith (II) bkg gets desperate. admit that you want to live, please. 5.3k

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You suppose you should be used to this by now. When have you ever been allowed to live for yourself? Bakugou charges as you do, as you drop your sword from him entirely and race together to the flame mage.

You grunt and land first in attack range. There aren't enough soldiers in this haunted castle for you to expect any backup to come towards the sound of a fight.

With a heft of your shoulder you swing your halberd from your back and across the man’s head, but he sidesteps faster than any fighter should be able and leaps over your prince’s back when he aims an explosion through the trellis. The sound of the blast could deafen alone but the frustrated cry that follows chills you. Bloodthirsty. Flower petals shower the battleground-garden and perfume mingles with gunsmoke.

It’s him. You knew he was here. The man wears the dark cloak you remember and everything about him that you hoped was a nightmare, scars and rotting flesh, shines outright under the moonlight. His hair glows, his smiling teeth glow, and he drops a blue flower from between his fingers. Bakugou catapults forward with his longsword as you’re thrown back with a kick and narrowly miss getting skewered on the garden gate.

“Thought I might find ya here Highness.”

The shock of his appearance from the shadows only dulls your reaction for a second because when you drop to the ground between the mage’s legs you know that he won’t be able to dodge both you and your prince. Your prince who is bracing his forearm with another range-demolishing blast.

Why is he here– how is he here? Why does he only dodge and flutter and grin? Where is the fire? He might really be a ghost.

“Show me those flames you blue bitch!”

“Don’t need fire to kill you, princeling.”

You see what’s going to happen before Bakugou does. From your spot poised on the ground you shoot up, halberd falling from your hands, and leap into the mage’s arms to contain the knife he pulls from a holster. It cuts you shallow down the arm like you knew it would and he grabs hold of you exactly like you feared. No matter how badly you want to be rid of him, no matter how deeply it pains you to keep him and tend him, your queen would never forgive you for Bakugou’s death.

The mage’s hand is calloused when it grasps the back of your neck and Bakugou’s warcry sounds off. It dies as a growl though, when an arm wraps around your throat. Keeping you tight in the crook of his elbow, the mage, so much taller, straightens up and lifts you to tippy toes and clawing hands as you try to keep the rotting arm from choking.

“Pause lovebirds,” he grins. He smolders. He lifts his hidden knife beside your head and twirls it delicately in the free air before leaning down to speak to you. “Are you the little monkey?” Bakugou vibrates where he’s forced to stand still just a few yards away when the mage presses both his temple and his knife to your cheek, “The little monkey from the forest?”

The ghost is too familiar when he touches you but you don’t seem to be the object of his entertainment. Why does he want your prince? His nonchalance burns you with rage hotter than any part of his body now that he doesn’t quite feel like using his flames. Where are they? You’re no bargaining piece, why does he bother toying with you? 

“Fight me, coward!”

“No can do.” A rough knuckle, purple with scars and stitches, tickles down your cheek to your lips, “I suspect this one doesn’t fight that fair.”

His arm tightens around your neck and it’s impossible not to gasp and try to raise your head higher. Every time you so much as struggle, Bakugou jerks toward your captor and freezes again like he’s playing a game of statues. This wasn’t supposed to be your evening. If your stupid fucking prince could focus in a fight you wouldn’t be wracking your brain for escape routes right now, and you certainly aren’t going to die before you find his bedchambers.

“Relax,” the ghost whispers to your prince with lips at the shell of your ear, “Killing her couldn’t start a food fight.” And then with every chilling stretch of his cheeks, he grins again, “You’re the only one that needs to die.”

One flick of the knife and two of the stupid blue ribbons that tie your tunic closed, fly away in pieces on the sea wind. Bakugou very nearly explodes. Boots literally sparking where he stands, the glass beneath him splinters. The arm against your throat pulls closer.

How dare they– two boys in a pissing contest. You can land ten heartstopping shots from the back of a saddleless horse. You can cut through a man’s neck with a chipped sword in one blow. Fires in a rainstorm, poison and perfect bullseyes, broken bones, blood in your eyes, only death will stop you.

“Just step off the balcony or something,” the flame mage sighs. He flourishes his little blade and hooks his rotting arm so tight against your jaw that the flesh brushes your lips. It’s getting too hard to breathe and the garden is locked in deadly stalemate. “I just need you dead, I don’t have to be the one to do it.”

Bakugou, who doesn’t dare press forward with the knife to your temple, seethes. Barely still and entirely vibrating, he can’t contain his explosive magic and the heat sparkles around his figure like vengeful fairies.

This ghost isn’t using magic for a reason. The blood in your prince’s eyes is too thick for him to see and the mage is too excited to torture him to register you as a threat. He’s smiling, “What happened to ‘you’re mine’ huh? You gonna–”

The next sound out of the mage’s mouth is a scream to shatter heaven.

Blood fills your mouth– behind your tongue and down your throat– past your lips and gushes hot down the front of your perfect white tunic. The flame mage tastes like ash and you’re biting him hard enough to break teeth. You’ll get him to use his flames. You won’t let go until you break clean through. You’ll eat him alive before he lays a finger on your jackass princeling.

The rotting flesh pulls apart at jagged seams in your teeth and you know you’ve caught live nerves from the way he rushes to drop you. Black scars pull away from red meat and blood smears your face like a smile. War is where you flourish, war is where the world slows.

The ghost drops you as you free a chunk of flesh from his arm, spitting, grinning, and his knife takes aim for your back. Bakugou has hardly processed you enough to move. The only sign of life from your prince are his ember eyes and the pinpoints of light roaring to life behind them as he leans forward into a silent charge. You can only imagine the sight, his guard painted in blood and from the feel of it– smiling. Wildly, victoriously. Is that why his eyes are so wide?

You drop heavy onto your feet and breathe a great gasp of free air as you pivot to catch the mage’s knifehand, but what catches you is a sunstone. A hot iron, molten glass.

You were going to disarm him, twist between his too-long legs and bury his own blade in his throat, but you aren’t the only person war slowed the world for.

The ghost snatches your bicep before Bakugou can even take a full step and immediately his fingers burn through fabric. His hand is big enough to wrap around your arm entirely and two things happen at the same time. “You want flames?!” He gasps. He grasps you with his ironhot hand and instead of escaping him all you can do is scream as he brands you.

There are few things in the world you can compare to the pain. To the sear that consumes the entire left half of your body– the way your body panics and pours sweat from every pore at a loss for what to do. The only breathes you can gather are between screams, soundless some, and tearful gasps from your spot held against the ground.

“Y/n!” Bakugou is airborne now and your body scrambles to flee without your permission, but the ghost uses all that desperate momentum to pull up hard on your scorched arm, face pressed to the ground– back curling– running out of– crack– until your shoulder breaks from its socket.

Your prince explodes on impact.

What you wouldn’t give to be five years old again. In a golden field, getting checked by your mother for ticks. Eight, with the queen’s hands cupping your cheeks. Eleven, pitching your own tent beside your master’s on a camping trip and falling asleep to the patter of rain. Something soft like that. Sixteen, winning your first tournament with one wooden polearm and skipping out on your own victory feast for fear of crowds. Twenty-one, above the library, under the oak. Six years old in a velvet carriage with Bakugou’s hands in yours.

Smoke consumes the garden and moving is hardly an option.

A golden flash leaps and crackles between short bursts of blue shield and even with your ringing ears you know that Bakugou howls as he fights. He bursts through his own smoke clouds like rainbow fury when the mage cuts the air with a short burst of flame, and skids sparkling to a crouch beside you. He’s waiting for something. Veins popping, fists screaming, pressed brows like he could kill with a blink. He keeps your dazed body under his own like a prey animal when the mage emerges from the black plumes. Glowing from the inside, a searing skeletal blue.

“Kacchan back!”

An unseen force throttles the ground from behind you and black lighting is unleashed from the sky. Bakugou collects you in his arms. War slows time for him too.

As the mage charges forward your prince lifts you carefully into his hold, a hand so strong against your back and another wrapped behind your head. His bicep and a flat open palm cover both of your ears and you only realize what’s going to happen as you’re blasted into the air.

Like being carried to bed, flying feels like sleep in your prince’s arms. Your shoulder is numb and your eyes are heavy until the weight of landing rockets through your fragile body and again you’re screaming like a nightmare.

You and Bakugou crash through a trellis on the far side of the garden where smoke doesn’t conceal demons, but your prince can only do so much to keep your arm from moving in what you now realize was an emergency landing.

“Where’re my little monkeys?”

On your back behind blue flowers, it’s clear now– so much easier to see, and your adrenaline is finally lending a hand in survival– Deku and the mage across the garden. Fire licks the ghost’s white hair but doesn’t burst from his fingers. Is he hiding? Is he trying to conceal himself? He could have this whole castle in seashell ashes if he wanted to but obviously he needs something else.

“Fuck– Y/n awake, stay awake–”

Hands. Cool hands on your cheeks and chest, squeezing and pulling. Numbness doesn’t last long though when Bakugou rips your burnt sleeve from your body and as you shout again, agitated blue flames burst to life a few feet away. He squeezes his palm over your mouth and when fire ignites in the flowers above you, presses the weight of his body down onto your chest.

Chest to chest on the garden floor you say a silent prayer. A scream sheaths itself in your throat so that the fire without eyes cannot find you and when heat dies down, Bakugou is the first to move. Just a tilt of his neck down to look at you. His expression– what he must be looking at–

Your wide eyes, both cheeks painted with mageblood and tears rolling like waterwheels between the fingers he holds against your face.

Before the prince can pull himself away like he seems so desperate to do, you jerk your good arm across your body and press his hand harder against your mouth. Don’t move, you glare through tears and begin to reach with your other.

There isn’t a moment that your arm feels free of the fire; if only dislocation severed nerves. Prince Bakugou hovers above you on his knees exactly where you keep him and for the first time it’s not a scowl that greets you but something so much more upsetting. Shock? Awe? You reach higher. His golden face and sooted tunic place him in a painting that his mother would wear. Higher. His touch doesn’t hurt, in this second only his hands are not a threat to you. You can’t reach any further.

The riotous ache against your collarbone crescendos when you seize your limp arm above your head and snatch it back into its socket, only then allowing a dreadful sound out of your chest. Trembling tears, a fit of chill against the garden ground and a hold so tight on your prince’s arm you wouldn’t blame him for striking you. Fire doesn’t find you. A golden hand keeps the cry quiet and the other presses gently into your cheek, tangled in loose hair, to try and soothe you, worried red eyes so much like the champion.

A fight is still happening off in the distance and every now and then ‘Alderan’ echoes through the scorched flowers. Deku’s black lighting crackles– if that’s even his magic– if the gods didn’t open up night skies to save you. His gentle voice bellows, calling for the castle guards as he fights.

When Bakugou finally pulls away, blood and saliva string between his fingers from your face and you’re heaving with the realization that you couldn’t breathe at all. It’s disgusting, your panting and bruised body. A royal guard still conscious should be ready to fight not kept hidden by her prince, held together by his strong hands like the strings on a child's toy. How long has the mage been hiding in Takoba? You should have known– you did know– and now you need to fix this.

“–told you so,” you rasp between gasps and the prince immediately covers your mouth again. An anxious red climbs the column of Bakugou’s throat to his ears.

The prince is thinking too hard. Darting eyes and unsteady fingers assessing you. Too much attention. He keeps you hidden exactly behind the thickest parts of the climbing flowers and the undulating furrow of his brows tells you he doesn’t plan on letting you up. Gods, again and again you wish you knew what that look meant and of all the times you’ve been too close today he picks right now to be noble. As the battle churns up storms behind you, as Deku tries to keep the mage from stealing your prince away.

“Keep that smart mouth shut and stay here,” he growls, finally collecting the words. The shocking sore of your shoulder weighs it like lead when you shoot up to grab him, but Bakugou pushes you down as he rises and steps back into the smoky garden exactly fast and far enough away that you can’t catch him when you reach with your good arm.

He’s in a hurry to get away from you and for the first time you cannot stop him.

You can only watch as your prince bolts across the destroyed garden, over dead flowers and smoldering soil, to leap above the mage’s blindspot. While sidestepping the crackling black whips that Deku slings from his hands, the flame mage can’t find your prince in time. He’s too busy rupturing blood from the wound on his arm and dripping steaming puddles across the clearing. Why doesn’t Bakugou question the lack of flames? You don’t dare scream out to him, and give away your prince’s position. Bakugou vaults over a gate and into the air, pointing his open palms directly down and loosing a terrible twinkling explosion over the mage’s head before launching to Deku’s side to charge another blast into the bellflower dust bowl. Your halberd catches blue light on the ground twenty meters away, dead between your hiding place and the fight.

At the same time as blue flickers in the settling dust storm, thunder begins to churn somewhere deep inside the castle. If you weren’t at the edge of the garden you might mistake it for the distant sound of ocean waves. But high tide is silent tonight. Clicking teeth and the scent of ignition, the rotten taste of the mage on your lips, and not a peep from the sea. What is coming to life inside the lifeless castle?

You prince does not notice the great bellied rumbling, does not strike again to ensure the mage is dead, Deku does not pull him from the battlefield– you have to get back out there. Your pride as a guard screams to you yes, but worse than that, so much worse than that, your prince and the little champion can’t taste murder. They wait at the edge of the dustbowl safely for the mage to collapse or emerge like proper sparring soldiers. They don’t know how to kill. They need to strike, strike and strike, until their opponent is retching blood, but they are just a prince and a champion. Princes should be pretty and should not lose. Champions protect like shiny trophies– guards kill. You kill. Kirishima hardly fights outright for fear of breaking jaws and ribs, murder is your job. Shinsou and Uraraka’s job– where are they? Your prince can’t smell what you can and it is going to kill him.

Up, up fuck, get up. Adrenaline will keep you steady if you can just fucking stand. Your body does not fight you but it does not comply. It wont move the way you need it to, it won’t stop trembling from the touch of seabreeze on your raw and bleeding arm so you’ll have to beat it into shape. Two legs standing, a proper shape to save your prince. Something is heating up the air of the cursed blue garden. You bring a fist down on your thigh to feel life in your nerves, to remind your body it needs feeling– not to hoard it in your shoulder, not to hoard it in your burn. Bakugou and Deku, green golden shapes in the distance, prepare to attack as dust settles. You don’t have time. Another beating fist at your kneeside.

From the sound of it, a storm has come to life inside the castle. A squawk here or a series of thumps there, like an animal in a box. Is it backup? Soldiers? Something deep inside, louder than the mage’s laughter and your heartbeat and the stars of your prince’s magic, is fighting to escape.

As you drop your first foot flat to the ground, the rancid air from a sudden pillar of fire propels you to standing in its periphery. It’s almost soothing. It’s almost like letting your full weight into bedding until you open two eyes to half of the blue bellflower prison up, very much, in flames. The mage alone stands in its center and every meaty part of him radiates blue. The gums between his too-big smile glow. The castle groans ahead.

“Stay back!” Your prince barks somewhere in the new smoke before you can even worry about his being maimed or mauled or burned to a crisp. Curse it all, right? You won’t waste this momentum. The rock in your ribs shifts like a hiccup and for one second– relief, rage, grief – you know that your legs will carry you at least ten good paces as you tear forward in a sprint. Curse everything. Bursting bruised from the place your prince meant to hide you, you hope it all burns and that this wretched place falls into the sea. Even as you kick your halberd to life, toe of your boot kicking the polearm from the ground into your right hand, even as you cross the burning threshold of mage’s last attack into hell, even as Bakugou drops from the sky where Deku floated them both to avoid the fire– 

“Y/n don’t–!”

What pushed the mage to use his flames again? What is it that keeps your heart pumping? What was he holding back? Who do you live for? There’s no time. Your white-haired ghost takes one crackling step towards the castle and your prince, and heat swells thick around the garden while you flutter light footed, weapon raised, to strike him from behind. Bakugou’s hands come to you again even in a time like this because the flex of your fingers reminds you of the dance of his. Horrible creature. As time slows, it dawns on you that war might not be what does it.

Fire is upon you. Deku pushes forward as if he’s fireproof and your prince has both hands raised but not enough time to charge his magic. You can feel him looking at you. The mage has unhinged his jaw like a hunched and bleeding serpent to do the sun’s job and burn you all alive. Blue spills from him, in every direction it begins to flow and eat the pathetic flowers alive. It heats up iron flower beds and trellises, it warms your face at first and reminds the bubbling skin of your arm to sear. It all happens in the span of one foot lifting in your stride and the other landing in your charge and in the second you ready the halberd’s spear at your good shoulder,  the second the flames explode from the dead star in the center of the garden, the simple castle doors fly open.

The mage’s glowing smile drops. His flames blink out like birthday candles and the clearing is cold again.

Spidersilk and shoreline, and the lone flushed face of the Takoban Queen. She hovers panting in the doorway, arms still up from throwing open the doors and she is so hauntingly beautiful not even your prince knows what to do with his attention for a moment.

You remember though, you know what to do, for the first rule of hunting with your Master is mercy. Kill swiftly greedy human, be thankful. The second is ruthlessness. Fire dies around you so quickly you’re lightheaded when you leap with your last thundering step, no longer silent– when the mage remembers his Alderan plaything and spins much too-late to face you.

Doused of flames like a wet cat, he catches the shaft of your weapon before your good arm and sanguinary pierce his heart, but you don’t need the spear to land. The weight of your body forces it through his shoulder as you land and you only need the momentum, because when you release your polearm the rotting man cannot stop you from riding it like a zipline to his chest and plunging a dagger up to the hilt. Bones crack.

He wants a monkey? Fine.

Before he remembers fire you hoist your body onto the halberd shaft wedged tight through his collarbone and tip yourself over his shoulder onto his back while the wheeze of his collapsing lung plays you on.

It’s almost soft, the way you press your ear to his spine and listen to the heartbeat there while securing your legs around his hips. It’s too slow to even count as living, but then a glass slipper clicks once in the haunted garden and this rotting heart comes to life for a moment. The queen takes one wide-eyed step forward and you wrap your mangled arm around the ghost’s head, driving the dagger to his throat from behind. Light glows at the back of that long empty hallway behind her. Soldiers presumably, her guards. Just how fast was she running to create such a delay? You can’t even imagine her seafoam fragility sprinting through smooth stone halls, tripping, desperate– sweating, sick– and for what?

Ragged breath now, the flame mage wheezes back a step in his effort to keep your blade from making good on its threat and slitting his throat. Your body weight, halberd and grabbing murdering fingers pull on his eye sockets and jaw, driving him another step and another step backwards. He uses both hands to keep your good arm from killing him, but there are no hands left to pry you from his back or your weapon from his shoulder and suddenly there is no more garden to back through. It’s almost terrifying how suddenly you realize that your plan tonight is to die.

If your body wasn’t completely out of adrenaline and heartache, depleted and locked in place around a furnace like the shell of a dying beetle, you would be more upset about it. You would give more time to thoughts of Takoba and your Mitsuki. You would have eaten dinner.

If you were still alive, would you have found Bakugou’s bedchambers? Sat with him there? Is he capable of conversation? Would you have found out?

The salty wind is at your back again and there is still enough life in you to buckle under the pain of your shoulder and to taste the cookies from Uraraka’s first aid kit. Guided by autumn air, over the mage’s pierced collar and your beautiful polearm and through his shaggy white hair, he drops one of his hands from you and reaches ahead for something at a great distance. What good is longing in death? Fool.

He’s not quite fighting anymore. He leans backwards away from your blade but knows that he cannot dislodge you. He does not use his flames. The mage reaches silently, your eyes following the line from his long beautiful fingers, to the seashell queen. He reaches out to her as Deku dives at a sprint and your prince propels himself through the air to reach you.

The white castle finally purges itself of thunder and the first of the Takoban guards catch up with their queen as you and the flame mage tip backwards, exhausted, over the lip of the garden and into the sea.

Bakugou will never be free of you. Not when you dropped your dagger poised to kill and reached your bloody hand out for him, right alongside the mage grasping for the frozen queen. Your eyes, pleading for help, before slipping silently off the edge of the cliff. Did you even realize?

Takoban guards trip over themselves like children but when the rocket thrusters at his hands sputter out he knows that the Takoban master is among them. The queen is swarmed by a hundred soldiers and medics who pour out of the tiny little doors into a garden half of them didn’t know existed. At their generals’ orders, some stumble through the melted flower beds to secure their Alderan guest.

“Izuku!” Bakugou wails as his momentum dies halfway to the cliff. He tears forward without magic as Deku races ahead, gaining speed, and hurdles himself off the garden after you, hiding from Aizawa’s eyes. One black whip straight up into Bakugou’s awaiting arms and the other flashing through the air to reach you before high tide can.

The rotting man at your chest does not ignite or try to slow your shared fall. You don’t cry or flail and you hate to admit it’s because you’re losing the fight with your body to stay conscious. What they don’t tell you about falling to your death is that you cannot breathe in freefall, and that your stomach screams the whole way down, and that dying is not peaceful.

You are not awake to feel relief at the little champion’s magic wrapping round your chest and hips and you don’t feel the pain in your arm when he whips you back into the air like the arc of a pendulum for his friend to catch. No one sees the mage hit the water.

Your prince screams with determination when the weight of the whip seems almost tight enough to snap the limbs he’s wrapped it around, and at their breaking point a lurch drops all the tension from his fingers and sends both you and the champion soaring back up over the edge of the clearing and into the air. Deku can figure out his own landing because the prince is already peeling back and rioting through incoming guards, rushing forward to try and stay underneath you.

“Don’t you drop her!” He bellows. Not after he waxed so fucking poetic about his responsibilities and certainly not after you asked him, so quietly, to save you.

Your consciousness returns when you crash squarely on a group of guards all throwing their bodies atop one another for cushion and any multitude of clashing armor and broken bones, grunts and screams, ringing out, your voice among them. When you’re falling to your death they don’t tell you that landing is your reward. That surviving is the real punishment, to feel your brain hit the side of your skull and test the flexibility of longbones meant to walk, not crumble.

Grit of dirt and ash grate your raw wounds terribly in the sea of armor and hands and you don’t think you’re the one screaming until a fit of cough seizes your lungs and for a moment you’re no longer able to.

“Y/n– Move– Y/n, look at me.”

Where you expect too-warm golden hands, Aizawa’s wild hair frames your rapidly deteriorating vision. He wades through the rubble to reach you and something pink like Uraraka hovers behind him. The queen is lost somewhere under a pile of desperate guards. Where is Bakugou?

“Your arm–”

“I’m okay!” You flinch when the old guard lowers himself to you.

“Your– Y/n listen–”

“I’m okay!”

For some reason you can’t think of anything else to say or bring yourself to picture the state of your body. Rare and genuine worry for your prince keeps your heart beating but you can’t quite remember how to make the sounds of his name to ask for him. The old guard doesn’t move in the chaos. Does he look broken from lack of sleep or because he’s looking at you?

“I’m okay,” you murmur again.

He watches for a moment with unsettlingly wide eyes, both hands flat on the ground, and then nods. “You’re okay.”

Another voice above asks, “Can you walk?”

“No,” you respond too truthfully and too quickly to filter your answer. Where is your prince? Bakugou– you need him. You need the relief of your hands over his beating heart. You crane from your spot in the dirt littered with groaning guards.

“Then sleep.”

Shinsou carries you on his back through the disarray, back into the castle. You aren’t awake to witness the terrified air of Takoba or the group of soldiers tasked with restraining Bakugou against the ground while they wait for Aizawa to complete his questioning.

Caught and trapped, roaring under the weight of ten bodies, blond hair plastered across his forehead as his eyes bare bloody holes into Shinsou who carries you away past him without a glance. The prince screams for you and for treachery and still you don’t open your eyes for him.

As the young guard takes you through the little doors, he steps cautiously past the half and half Takoban prince laid out beautifully and peacefully unconscious among guards on the ground directly inside.

Shinsou breathes deep for the first time in an hour and slumps with relief as he walks through the once-empty hallway that is now filled, at every corner, with jagged towering ice.

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[doodlegirl1998]

Here I'm beating the corpse of a horse, but I do find ODD how no one in MHA is even interested in understanding their own quirk bar the basic of basic.

Granted some powers are so simplist that you dont need to waste too much time. Like, Mirko's power doesnt need to be heavily analyzed in the story. She has super strenght and it is ok.

But others? No. I want some explanation, especially and Shig's case. Decay is so powerful (and I do have a thought about afo sabotaging shig in a way. "If he cant know how to use his quirk, better for me" but is a sentiment Hori never dwell well enough bc you know, my abuser academy) but no one has any plan or idea of this quirk.

We have tecnhology to make a clothe to Mirio(not for Toohru of course) why not developed smth it cant be decayed?

Hori:😍my abuser academy

(Then again the bullets are useless and afo is deaging bc........evil plan?)

And now it makes me back to Izu. Our poor mc. He has a powerful quirk and 0 thought about this. Like he was quirkless and now has the power of a god(ignoring the bone crushing thing) and we get 0 introspection. And Izu never analysed his quirk.

I mean, maybe he did as he handles well...but to me it was more of a gamble than anything. No one helped him, Izu doesnt comments about his own quirk ...

And the users doesnt even offer some help...(not bashing them, maybe the second but bc he is BK 3.0)

Hori loves to kill any potential in his story. Its quiete fascinating, its like seeing a captain purposely sinking his own ship for no reason.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

I think I've mentioned before how odd I find this that not more people are like early story Izuku - eagerly analysing their own and others abilities to explore what they can secretly do.

Even powers that seem simple for example Miriko's rabbit that you mentioned - I've looked this up recently for a fic I'm planning on writing and she doesn't just have super strength* and speed* she has:

Enhanced flexibility*

Enhanced hearing

High pain tolerance*

Animalistically high intuition*

All of these things would be awesome to explore more. Particularly as with her broad array of abilities (the ones I've placed a * by actually are similar to some of the abilities given to Izuku by OFA or high pain tolerance which he had built up through excessive exposure to an explosively abusive BKG growing up) she could have been an excellent mentor to Izuku. She also could have helped Izuku gain confidence by Hori wastes all this potential by turning her into... A stick for his gore porn fetish it seems...

As for the technology to do with quirks and how unequal it seems that could have also been explored narratively. With Shig it's easy to see that as AFO not wanting him to know too much about what he can do and keep him under control.

But why can't Momo and Hagakure have a costume that works with them if Mirio can? It would be interesting if that was sexism, HPSC corruption, the over sexualisation and celebrity nature of heroes but Hori... gave us all this set up then nothing.

To conclude, Izuku over time has been whittled away at - things like his analysis - which I actually enjoyed, vanished. Part of me thinks this is due to Hori's laziness and lack of being bothered to think through every quirk of the people he puts later into the story like Nejire (what happens if she overuses her quirk? Can she die from it?)

But Izuku's lack of analysis into OFA, is that Hori literally can't be bothered so is just shoving out content at this point, seems in universe like he doesn't feel like he deserves to, this doesn't feel like his quirk, it feels like All Mights and Izuku could feel unworthy of analysing it.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

How exactly is BKG “intelligent”????

Firstly, he thought that Izuku had this superiority complex when he tried to help him out of an undoubtedly freezing pond after he fell like seven+ feet.

He thought Izuku would take years of abuse, belittlement, and straight up torture just to get one over BKG. “Hah, I kept my quirk a secret all along just to make you look stupid even though it cost me being broken down by society!”

He launched a massive attack and nearly killed Izuku with it for daring to write his own story. If BKG didn’t have plot armor, the entire building should’ve collapsed onto everyone instead of it because the foundations were destroyed.

He jumped in front of Thirteen while she was in the middle of using her quirk during the USj. Not only did he prevent her from launching an attack, he could’ve been killed and would have no one to blame but his dumbassery.

He is such a tone deaf idiot, that he announced that he would win the sports festival and didn’t once consider that this would just isolate Class 1-A even more.

He attacked a classmate on live television (Shotou) in broad daylight, which further ruined his reputation. He should have been expelled for that.

He somehow thought that he could take on the Number one hero even with a handicap and was so enraged at Izuku pointing out that an adult in his forties with the strongest quirk known to man and years of heroic experience under his belt that he hit him across the face. If this were a real battle, this would be seen as BKG actively choosing the stupidest course of action instead of biding time and learning that retreat is necessary. He really isn’t serious about being a hero.

Instead of running away from danger, he ran straight towards the villains that were trying to kill him because he’s a blood thirsty pig who is incapable of rational thought. He’d have been killed by monkfish had Shouto (bless this king) not step in.

Instead of trying to fly away from the villains via explosion way before Izuku and cohorts arrived, he stayed and fought the villains even though he was grossly out numbered.

The are more examples of his stupidity but these are what I’m the most pissed about. Like how are BKG claiming that Bakugo is “””smart””” even though there is more evidence pointing to the contrary.

All of this 😂. Like he’s supposed to be a gifted prodigy but Hori writes him as an incompetent Gary Stu instead.

[kedsandtubesocks]

Keddie!! I love u and ur big wrinkly brain. 😌🌷✨ also tiktok now keeps showing me Star Wars edits and *i* personally think we, Reader, need to use the force to do something cool and kick ass like pull up a space ship or something. But then it almost wipes us out bc we’re not *that* strong yet. 🥺🥺

Mermie pls I have only a small Garfield sized brain YOU are the one with the biggest wrinkly brain!! (It’s probably the most wrinkly heeheehee)

And YES!! The power of Mando Bkg pulling up those Star Wars tiktoks for you 😏 also omg I feel like I’ve become the Charlie Day conspiracy board meme with how much star wars and mando culture I’ve been bombarding you with I’m SORRY LMAO 😭

But my honey you are so right, it’s about time we showed that grumpy explosive Mandalorian WHY we earned the respected title of Jedi knight isn’t it??? ✨

๋࣭ ⭑ ☾𖤓๋࣭ ⭑ ๋࣭ ⭑ ☾𖤓๋࣭ ⭑

The troopers are getting on his damn nerves. He is able to take them out but stars be damned, this is getting exhausting. He couldn’t even focus on judging you because yeah, he wanted to. He wanted to see what was so impressive about the Jedi. This was the first real moment he could witness you in combat. Mandalorian’s were battle forged. Battle was when you saw the core essence of a person, could learn their entire being from just one move

Bakugo wasn’t a fucking fool. He knew the legends of the Jedi, the ancient enemy, knew about the sorcerers who were considered just as fierce warriors as his kind were.

The first moment your lightsaber flourished to life he almost rolled his damn eyes. What kind of warrior only fights with one dumb little light stick?

Now the blinding flash of it blurred in his peripherals and he even couldn’t process it. He had to focus on his damn battle. He couldn’t baby sit you. You - who seemed to just mediate, be a boring arbitrator, and get on his every living nerve.

Suddenly the troopers start to up and leave fast. And then ground rumbles. It shakes with an awful approach of something dreadful. Both you and him whip your head down the town’s road. There turning the corner, imposing as hell, is a Scorpenek droid.

“Fuck.” Bakugo spits out.

But in its rumbling approach, cries pierce the air even faster. There hiding against the wall in the line of sight of the battle droid are two little girls, sisters clutching each other terrified. The droid auto locks on the two and begins the approach.

Bakugo moves-

But so do you, without hesitation.

That’s when he watches you go before him. Your saber is unreleased. Rapidly and with unrelenting attack you now weave through the remaining troopers with such precision it stills Bakugo momentarily. Your footwork is sloppy and rushed but it’s committed. You leave victorious destruction in your wake and he can barely see your face because you entire focus is getting to the girls.

You get a running start to jump fast and high. You land before the girls immediately shifting in a protective stance with your lightsaber drawn on the defense. The saber’s glow illuminates your face, sweat drenched and contorted in focus. Before him you are a knight, a warrior, unwavering to your opponent. Bakugo soars up high.

The two of you focus all your attention on the droid. Bakugo attacks from all angles and you do not move once from your post protecting the children. When the damn thing's barrier is finally broken, the battle shifts.

“Bakugo!” You suddenly shout at him, his name, in the voice of a commander. “I got a plan! Together! One last time we attack together!”

“Yeah!” He roars back. Then you outstretch your hand. That’s when he see it, those damn magic whatever powers. The sand floats. The droid contorts as if possessed by some unknown spirit but the stress grows stronger and stronger on your face.

You were holding the battle droid still for him to land the final blow.

And he does. Bakugo dives down, explosives ready at the wrist, and fucking blows the thing to pieces.

The battle dissipates fast and he lands back on the ground whipping his helmet to you. But you don’t even see him. You are kneeling and facing the two girls. They cry even louder clutching onto you and you hold them tight, comforting.

The mandalorian warrior stays silent as you carry one of the girls in your arms and the other stays clinging to your robes. Even as composed as you are, he sees it. The discolor in your face and the edge of exhaustion bleeding into your eyes is evident. Your tired smile is so relieved when the girls run sobbing to their father who is thankfully safe. Bakugo however stays vigilant watching you.

“I’m heading back to help search and rescue.” He announces and you nod moving in step beside him, eyes not even looking at him. He wonders if you might be the one possessed now.

“Shouldn’t you sit your ass down, shitty Jedi?” Bakugo asks.

“M’fine.” Your voice is slightly slurred now, battle worn.

You take one more step and that’s when you pitch forward, tripping on your own damn dumb legs that have buckled under exhaustion. It takes him only two steps to move and catch you, steady and sturdy.

“Damn moron.” He knew it. He saw it brewing, the limit a warrior reaches in battle, and knew this was coming.

“Shut up blasty, I’ll be fine.” You sigh breathless.

“Stop moving!” He barks at you because of course your dumbass is trying to fidget out of his arms to keep moving. You’re fierce. He can see it in the annoyance flashing in your eyes but, it’s admirable. He can’t even deny that.

“You need to sit your ass down.” He tells you simple and straightforward like he’d tell his fellow warrior.

“You need to go away.” He rolls his eyes at your childish deadpan but begins leading you back to the medic station. You do not fight him.

Bakugo takes each step slow, eased, not to rush you. Then he feels it. The weight of your body shifts to fully lean against on him. An unspoken solidarity settles between you two, mandalorian and Jedi both a united team victorious. But, the fierce mandalorian war hero now wants to rip apart his chest so badly because he wants, no needs, to get rid of it - this the wave of something proud and fond bubbling disgustingly fast beneath his beskar armor.

“Bet you were a damn headache to train. You’re stubborn as shit.” Bakugo comments.

“Look who’s talking.” You snort and it’s amused, comradely. “And excuse you, but all my mentors at the temple said I was a delight to train and have during lessons.”

Your voice is chirped, brightly proud, gaining a bit of your spirit back. And he can’t help it. He laughs, a bark of a thing but he laughs and he fucking hates it.

“Yeah I fucking bet.” He hates even more that he means those words.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

How exactly is BKG "intelligent»????

Firstly, he thought that Izuku had this superiority complex when he tried to help him out of an undoubtedly freezing pond after he fell like seven+ feet.

He thought Izuku would take years of abuse, belittlement, and straight up torture just to get one over BKG. "Hah, I kept my quirk a secret all along just to make you look stupid even though it cost me being broken down by society!"

He launched a massive attack and nearly killed Izuku with it for daring to write his own story. If BKG didn't have plot armor, the entire building should've collapsed onto everyone instead of it because the foundations were destroyed.

He jumped in front of Thirteen while she was in the middle of using her quirk during the USj. Not only did he prevent her from launching an attack, he could've been killed and would have no one to blame but his dumbassery.

He is such a tone deaf idiot, that he announced that he would win the sports festival and didn't once consider that this would just isolate Class 1-A even more.

He attacked a classmate on live television (Shotou) in broad daylight, which further ruined his reputation. He should have been expelled for that.

He somehow thought that he could take on the Number one hero even with a handicap and was so enraged at Izuku pointing out that an adult in his forties with the strongest quirk known to man and years of heroic experience under his belt that he hit him across the face. If this were a real battle, this would be seen as BKG actively choosing the stupidest course of action instead of biding time and learning that retreat is necessary. He really isn't serious about being a hero.

Instead of running away from danger, he ran straight towards the villains that were trying to kill him because he's a blood thirsty pig who is incapable of rational thought. He'd have been killed by monkfish had Shouto (bless this king) not step in.

Instead of trying to fly away from the villains via explosion way before Izuku and cohorts arrived, he stayed and fought the villains even though he was grossly out numbered.

The are more examples of his stupidity but these are what I'm the most pissed about. Like how are BKG claiming that Bakugo is «3»» smart'» even though there is more evidence pointing to the contrary.

You raise very good points. My thought process though is that Bakugou is smart in a way. He’s got an ego the size of the planet though so he assumes things like he can kick any ass without a sweat which has him acting like an idiot. He is very self centered with a protagonist centered mentality in that he’s right and everyone else is wrong. It’s all about him and because the guy he’s been abusing for years suddenly got a Quirk is has to do with him!

Basically, Bakugou is a budding Narcissist. Trust me, I’ve heard wilder things from my ex-uncle and in stories from school who have Narcs for parents.

But anyway back to my thoughts: Bakugou is the kind of guy whose very book smart along with being battle smart. He’s highly placed in 1A canonly (I will forever argue he should be lower ranked compared to Todoroki but whatever) and he is shown to be studious. He is smart that way. It’s just in practise he’s a bruiser with a loose grasp on strategy and has a giant sized blind spot when it comes to himself, in that he’s convinced again he’s the protagonist and the world revolves around him.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

[comradekiwi]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 362 AND AN ATTEMPT AT META //

upon reading the chapter, do I still think bkg is not going to stay dead?

honestly, if horikoshi were ever to kill off a big character, this is exactly how I’d imagine he’d do it. elaborate, detailed, well-built-up, unavoidable, in-character, big beautiful full- and double-page panels, childhood flashbacks, lethal COD

but! with that said. this is bakugou. he’s the deuteragonist, the main character’s narrative foil (and childhood friend and image of victory and closest person and hero inspiration other than AM) and maybe I’m still deep in clownery but the minor events of this chapter felt very intentional. what was this panel of Second that scared shigafo? was it memory bc bkg looks like him? or build up for more, maybe the unlocking of his quirk?

a lot of people agree that however bkg ends up, his state rn will trigger izuku to unlock second’s quirk. is AFO realizing that bakugou will have ties to second’s quirk? is this a hint to what that quirk is?

back to is he will he stay dead. horikoshi made it very obvious his heart burst, an explosion out of his chest made obvious in the last double page spread where the blood is obvious. this is a very heavily emphasized lethal cause of death. horikoshi wants us to know he could not survive this���

….normally, on his own. this could be hori very clearly saying to give him up, he can’t get back from this, but I can’t help but think this emphasis is to set up for his revival. to make it obvious however it’s done is insanely powerful. unnatural, even.

yes I think second’s quirk will play a role in izuku bringing him back. I would have dismissed this for copium if not for the fact that second was referenced in this chapter, as shigafo yelled for bkg to die (literally: break).

hori loves foreshadowing. and leaving things unexplained in order to make a big scene. last we saw izuku, we learned seconds quirk has mutated. it’s unique. probably super powerful…. like if you consider the laws of nature hm

bkg’s death was so detailed, so gruesome, that it’s clear the point was to emphasize that he is very, very not alive. the thing is, hori loves to subvert expectations, so this could be to thoroughly kill him off in a way he deserves, or to make what happens next all the more exciting.

but maybe he’s dead! idk. it’s definitely not a coincidence Second was referenced before bkg died but it might have just been foreshadowing for izuku’s quirk awakening alone, no reviving involved. I just can’t wait to see what izuku will do in two weeks 😳

will forever highly recommend @pikahlua’s meta!!!! they got me all fired up lol (and reassured) and they also have translations of the latest chapter :)

[sat0sugu-angst]

Uninteresting (A Fortunate Misunderstanding Part 1)

pairing: prohero!bkg x journalist!reader

summary: you've been misquoted referring to Dynamite as "uninteresting," and the explosive number two hero confronts you about it.

wc: 3.6k

cw: prohero!au, afab!reader, sexual tension lmao (smut to follow in upcoming chapters hehe), bkg uses pet names for reader (doll)

characters aged up +25

MDNI

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Hero Critic Y/n of the Daily Post says number two hero Dynamite is "not interesting enough" to write about

It's a splashy headline from your interview with your longtime friend and colleague Shawn Collins, and you roll your eyes when you read the tweet. "That's not even what the interview is focused on. You're misleading your audience." You scolded over the phone, even though you're trying to quell the rush of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

"It's not my fault Dynamite's fan base is so easily exploited. My editor said it would get views." You don't bother hiding your eye roll, not like he could see it anyway. "Besides, the interview was on your opinions of Japan's top heroes, and the only time you mentioned him was to say that. He's the number two hero, I have to point out the irony."

You scoff, but you're glad Shawn couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. Well, you think dryly, it's not like I could've put on the record why I really don't write about him.

"Still, you didn't have to insinuate that I thought Dynamite was uninteresting. That's not what I said."

It wasn't because you didn't see his flaws, didn't think he wasn't a hot-headed jackass, but you didn’t like feeling misrepresented. Because at the end of the day, no matter his downfalls, you felt nothing but adoration for the hero.

Well, adoration and a little bit horny, but either way, despite your reputation as a merciless hero critic, you didn't want any criticism about the number two hero to be published with your name attached. And you couldn't write praise about him either, not when you built your career on criticizing the hero industry.

"Well, people will see that when they watch the interview."

If they even bother, you think irritably. You could tell no matter what you said, he didn’t and wouldn't care enough about your qualms with the headline to change it. "Whatever. You're welcome for the interview." You said, and picked at your takeout.

"You still coming tomorrow?"

You sigh. You weren't entirely sure you wanted to get dressed up to go to the office party tomorrow, but you figured it'd be better than not going and being anti social. "Yeah, at eight, right?"

"I can pick you up, it's on my way." He offered.

"Better not, if I have a ride I'll just get too messed up."

He laughed on the other end. "That's true. Though, last time was fun."

You flushed a deep red in embarrassment, recalling the night you and Shawn had gone out, had the time of your lives, only to throw up on yourself when you were still ten blocks from your house. "Shut up. It wasn't fun for me."

He laughed again. "Yeah, helping you clean vomit from your hair wasn't the best way to end the night."

You glared. "I'll see you tomorrow." You hung up, but not before you heard his laugh on the other end.

You pulled away, looking at the tweet on your feed, groaning audibly in frustration, hoping the explosive hero wouldn't see the article, or at least the headline.

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"Oi, Bakugo, did you see what that journalist said about you?" Denki said, approaching the bar with his phone raised.

Katsuki grunted, annoyed at his friend's obnoxious behavior. "I don't care what some extra has to say about me. Should be fucking grateful I'm so good at my job."

"Well, you may be good at it, but apparently, you're not very interesting." Mina said with a smirk a few seats down, having already seen the interview.

That caught Katsuki’s attention. A lot of words had been lobbed at him throughout his nearly ten year career, but uninteresting wasn't one of them. He was quiet as he took the phone from Denki, reading the headline. There it was in black and white, some journalist did think he was uninteresting. He wasn't sure why it pissed him off, that word, more than any of the other things he'd been called. No, he knew exactly why it pissed him off.

"S'not fuckin' true. What an idiot. Can't believe he gets paid to write garbage like this."

"Well, it was the woman who got interviewed that said it." Kirishima corrected. Katsuki grunted.

"Who'd care to interview some idiot with this opinion?"

"Don't take it so personally, Bakugo," Kirishima said with an easy smile, clapping him on the shoulder. Katsuki made a face. "She burns all of us way more than she does you."

"Yeah, that stuff kinda hurts sometimes. I'd take uninteresting over incompetent." Denki said with a sigh.

Mina laughed. "Except everything she writes about you is true."

The two proceeded to bicker, but Bakugo was still pouting, swirling the amber liquor in his glass before finishing it off. "Whatever. If I ever see that damn journalist I'll chew her head off." He grumbled.

Kirishima let out a nervous laugh. "Watch what you say in public, Bakugo. Some people don't know when you're joking."

He was about to say he wasn't joking, that he would confront the extra who thought she was better than him, when Sero on his other side held up a picture of a woman.

"Well, this is her, if you're curious. I'd leave her alone if I were you, though. She may be a hero critic, but she has a pretty big following."

When he zeroed in on your face, it only took him a second to remember where he knew you from. His crimson eyes narrowed.

Interesting.

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You took a sip of wine as you turned from the bar, surveying the ballroom, windows dressed in heavy golden curtains, adding a touch of extravagance that was too overstated for the office party. Though, you couldn’t turn your nose down at the open bar. Even though the event was to wine and dine Japan’s heroes, you were still surprised by how many pro heroes were here. You thought you’d even spotted Red Riot’s fiery hair on your way over to the bar, probably the highest-ranking hero here.

“You know, standing over here with that look on your face isn’t going to convince any of the guests that you’re not some hero-hating bitch.”

You slid a narrowed look over to Shawn, who was leaning against the bar with a smirk. “I don’t have a face.” You shrugged. “Unless I’m looking at you, that is.”

He grinned. “Ouch.”

“You’ll get over it.” You look into your wine glass, then back at him. “Cara couldn’t make it?”

He shrugged. “She’s got some deadline on a commission. She had crazy eyes when I left, I just let her do her thing.”

Nodding, you raise your glass. “She’ll do great.”

He smiled, and he clinked his glass against yours. “Of course, she will. I’m only a reporter, someone’s gotta pay the bills.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning and taking a swig. “Can’t say you’re wrong about that.”

He moved away from the bar, and you followed. It was probably not a great idea to lurk near the bar the whole night.

After painfully dry conversation with some coworkers, you and Shawn broke off, standing at a table and, as discreetly as possible, you shoved every hors d'oeuvres in sight into your mouth. “Skip dinner?” Shawn asked, brow raised as you inhaled your sixth cheese cube and ham combo.

You shrugged. “Had a salad. Should’ve known it wouldn’t be enough. I just didn’t wanna look bloated in this friggin’ dress.” You ended the sentence on a bitter note.

He pat you consolably on the back. “I’ll flag down any waiters I see.”

“How long do you think we have to stay before it’s okay to leave?” You wondered after a beat. Office parties weren’t really your thing. It was awkward, toeing the line of the you at the office and the you outside the office. You didn’t want people think that you were stiff, but one glass of wine too much and you’d end up fodder for workplace gossip.

Shawn laughed beside you. “You’ve been here less than an hour. At least put some mileage on that dress.”

You sighed, looking down at the navy evening dress. You suppose he had a point; it was expensive. “Fine, but then let’s make it interesting.”

He raised his brow. “Yeah? What do you propose?”

You glanced over the sea of coworkers and heroes mingling. “Well, it seems like Jessica is on her fourth glass of wine, and since she already barely has a filter, I’ll bet you twenty bucks she asks at least one hero for their autograph.”

Shawn laughed at that. “Make it thirty and I’ll bet she asks within the next fifteen minutes.”

You grinned, opening your mouth to agree, when your eyes zeroed in on a hulking figure walking in your direction, crimson eyes narrowed. Your stomach dropped as Dynamite, the number two hero, approached you.

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“I’ll owe you one.” Kirishima offers on the other end of the phone.

Bakugo grunts. “You already owe me. Why can’t you take Sparky?”

He’s in his living room, just returned from patrol, and he’s ready to shower and hit the hay. He couldn’t care less about some party Kirishima wanted to take him to. Kirishima had told him about the event weeks ago, but Bakugo had avoided giving him a response.

“Denki doesn’t know how to behave at events like that.”

Bakugo smirked, a little smug about it, even if he was annoyed that it made him Kirishima’s next best option. “You think I’m any better?”

Kirishima sighed. “C’mon, Bakugo, it’s open bar. Besides, your reputation could use it.”

Bakugo made another noise in the back of his throat, irritated because Kirishima wasn’t wrong. It had been months since he made a public appearance, and last time he was recorded calling the chief of police an incompetent jackass. He wasn’t wrong, but still.

“Fine. But I’m only stayin’ ‘til nine.”

And that’s how he ended up at the party. He’d made himself comfortable at the bar after shaking a few hands and enduring half an hour of semi-polite conversation. He swirled the whiskey around his glass, trying not to pay attention to the sideway glances and whispered comments about him being there. He should’ve just stayed home.

He was on his third glass when he finally turned from the bar, scanning the room for Kirishima. Instead of finding his red haired friend, his eyes zeroed in on you. You stood across the room, face illuminated with a smile.

He had to admit, you wore the dress well. Even though the cut was modest and a darker color, his eyes traced over your curves. The way you spoke with the man next to you, with the easy expression on your face, he could tell the two of you were close, and it stirred something in Bakugo he couldn’t quite name.

Well, even if you were hot, you had no fucking taste, he thought bitterly, downing the rest of his whiskey. He left the glass at the bar, realizing a second too late that his feet were taking him across the room to you, the liquid courage encouraging him to confront you without a second thought.

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You were frozen, staring up at him. His mouth was set in a sneer, and there was a quiet rage in his expression that, while familiar because of his fame as the hot-headed hero, had never been directed at you.

“Don’t think I’m interesting, huh?” He asked, challenge in his eyes.

You hoped your cheeks wouldn’t give away your embarrassment. God, this is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Well, not that you’d prepared to come face-to-face with him, but now there was no doubt that the interview was taken in exactly the way you hadn’t wanted. You shot a glare at Shawn.

Luckily, Shawn had the good sense to feel a little guilty. “Sorry, man, I was the one who published the interview. My editor made the choice of the headline, but I was the one who put it to print.”

Dynamite’s gaze didn’t even flicker in Shawn’s direction, and you felt the heat of his stare, wishing you could melt into a puddle. “She’s still the one who made the comment.”

“Did you watch the interview, by chance?” When the hero didn’t answer, Shawn continued. “Well, if you had, you’d have realized Y/n said it was uninteresting to write about you. Discourse on the controversial number two hero is an oversaturated market. Surely, you’re aware of that.”

Now he does look at Shawn, a renewed anger flashing in his eyes. You moved to step between the two, hoping to de-escalate the situation.

“Bakugo,” You recognized Red Riot’s voice before you looked over, the hero smiling even though you could tell it was strained. You imagine this wasn’t the first time he’s had to pull Dynamite away from unnecessary conflict before he could make a fool of himself. “Just enjoy the party, no need to stir things up.”

“Hmph.” The number two hero looked angrier than ever, but you guessed by the blush coloring the tops of his ears that even he knew when to be embarrassed. “Whatever. Said I’d only stay until nine, anyway.” And he was turning on his heel, heading toward the exit.

You weren’t sure what possessed you, but you found yourself following him. Maybe you had drank one too many glasses of wine.

He was fast, though, and once you reached the lobby, you had to call out to him before he left the building. “Dynamite, please wait—” you cut off when he stopped, surprised he actually listened to you. Still, you’d take the opportunity to clear the air. “I’m sorry the headline offended you. I did try to convince Shawn to change it, but he’d set his mind to it.” His back was still to you, and you found you almost preferred that. His gaze was too heavy, like you might collapse under the weight of it.

“It’s just funny you’d say something like that, is all.” He was quiet, but you weren’t fool enough to believe he had calmed down. Not yet, anyway.

You feel your cheeks heating up. “Well, as you may recall from what Shawn said—”

“I don’t care what that extra said.” He interjected, turning to face you.

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“Well, I didn’t say anything bad about you. I never do.” You’re avoiding his gaze. He can tell you’re nervous, which gives him a sick sense of satisfaction. He can’t deny though, that the way red dusts your cheeks makes him feel oddly protective of you. And he’s pretty sure he wants to keep making you blush like that.

“Is there a way I can make it up to you?”

He’s shocked by the offer, gaze snapping from the way you play with your hands to your face. It’s not in his nature to be trusting, but recalling your last meeting, he’s inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt. He raises a brow, keeping his mouth stiff as he asks. “What’d you have in mind?” The way your eyes widen tell him you were shocked he conceded so quickly. To be fair, he was a little surprised by his behavior, too.

“I—I uh, have tickets. To the game tomorrow night. Great seats, VIP access. Could probably even get you a meeting with the team.”

He wants to roll his eyes. He could get that, and more, easily. He doesn’t care about some stupid game. He was surprised he still didn't want to disappoint you by rejecting it flat out, but he’s realizing quickly that he can’t count on his usually demanding personality when it comes to you, and decides to go with it. He steps closer to you, pride flaring when you suck in a breath, looking up at him through your lashes, nerves, and something else, swimming in your eyes. “I gotta better idea. Dinner, tomorrow night.”

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You start listing off the first thing that comes to mind, offering the tickets Shawn had given you in exchange for the interview. You’re watching his expression, hoping he’d be sated by the offer, but you see none. You’re not really sure why it’s important to you that you stay in good standing with him, it’s not like you owed him or anything. He’s a hero, he did what heroes do. He wasn’t the only sexy hero, either, and it wasn’t like you gave a free pass to him, or anyone, just because of a pretty face. And yet, whenever you look into those shadowed red eyes of his, you can’t help but want to please him.

Though, he is quite pretty, you passively think as you search his face for a sign to what he was thinking. You couldn’t recall the last time he’d been photographed in a suit, and seeing him in person was doing something to your brain, but you also had to admit he looked much handsomer the last time you two came face-to-face.

Half a second after you finish thirsting after the hero you register what he said, and then it became nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. Dinner? That was it?

You couldn’t deny the idea didn’t send a thrill through you, but you doubted he had the intentions that dark part of you hoped for. What could he gain from going to dinner with you, though? Did he really care to fix his reputation that much? You couldn’t believe he went to such lengths to sway the perception of the reporters and bloggers who had not-so-forgiving opinions about him, but you could hardly let yourself believe the alternative.

You should refuse. You couldn’t be sure how being seen at dinner with one of Japan’s top heroes would affect your career. Was it a chance you wanted to take? You really shouldn’t.

But you found yourself agreeing before your sense of better judgement could stop you. “Okay. Name the time and place.”

He smirked, and your chest clenched at the mischief in his expression. “I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow. You’re still at your old place, right?”

You take your bottom lip in your mouth, nodding lightly. Did he really remember where you lived? After all this time? But before you can question him, you hear footsteps echoing in the lobby, signaling the entrance of one, no, two people.

You turn to see Red Riot, followed by Shawn, heading toward you. You look back at the man before you, all humor from before gone from his face. “Tomorrow then, Dynamite.”

His eyes slide back to you, and the corner of his mouth quirks up, so slight you almost miss it. “I’m takin’ you to dinner, doll, might as well call me by my name.”

“Oi, Bakugo.” Red Riot claps his friend on the shoulder. “Everything okay here?”

You almost miss the wink he sends you, face turned enough you were sure neither of the other men caught the gesture, renewing the fading blush in your face. You were hopeful the makeup you wore covered at least a little bit of the red in your cheeks. “Yeah, we worked it out.” His tone and expression were back to being as grumpy as ever, and he turned, heading for the door. “I’m gonna call a cab, Shitty Hair. If you’re not out when it gets here, I’m leaving your ass.”

You shot a sympathetic look at the other hero. You didn’t want to imagine how difficult it was to be close to someone like him. He shot you an equally sympathetic smile. “Sorry for him. His bark is worse than his bite.”

You think of his especially destructive quirk, laughing a little. “I’m sure you could understand my disbelief in that sentiment.”

After exchanging more or less polite farewells, he followed after his friend, leaving you and Shawn alone in the lobby.

“Are you actually okay? I know that guy’s hard to deal with.” You look over at Shawn, his features colored with mild but genuine concern.

You shrug, though you’re not sure if you should tell him about your plans with the explosive hero. “Yeah, we worked it out.”

He raises a brow. “What’d you do? Promise to write a raving review about his hero efforts?” He laughs.

You chew on your lip again. “No. But you should be a little more apologetic. You’re the jackass who got me in that position.” You poke him accusingly in the chest with a finger. “Gonna take more than a couple tickets to get me to forgive you for that one. He’s not exactly an easy man to placate.”

He sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. Though, I will say the interview did get more than fifteen thousand views in the first twenty-four hours. Hot button topics are hot button topics for a reason.”

You shoot him a dry look. “Don’t sound too sorry.”

He laughed. “C’mon. Rejoin the party, I’ll buy you a drink.” He jokes, and you roll your eyes, but smile, following him back inside.

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Later, Katsuki is showered and in bed, eyes lazily scrolling through your articles. He couldn’t help but feel smug about the way you wrote, tongue sharp and unforgiving in your perspective of his colleagues. He even found he agreed with your criticisms, though, only where it concerned your opinions on individual heroes. He couldn’t say he fully understood where the vendetta against the hero industry came from, but he was curious to find out.

When he fell asleep, he dreamed of explosions, cries for help, and a hand reaching out for him.

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[junosswans]

Explosion boy-critical rant, or more like a comment on fanfiction's interpretation of him but I'm going to tag it as character bashing and censor his name anyway so that ppl who don't wanna read it won't okie

It's really laughable to me how some fanfics interpret the bullying thing as "I hurt you because if I didn't do so others would have done it 3 times as bad, I was doing it to protect you" and such logic was surprisingly not an one-time thing?? That I've seen in multiple fics??

While there were a few (mostly fics that deviated greatly from canon) that managed to pull this off and make b*k*gou's incentive look at least a little convincing within the fic's context, the majority of them baffled me greatly. The top student in aldera with a whole bunch of minions (<– canon) most definitely did not need to do that to shield anyone. If dude would boldly state that whoever crosses his friend crosses him? no one would dare lay a finger on Izuku, at least not when he's around. But because he took such a leading role in the bullying, people jumped on the train to get included and not become the next victim. If there's one person, just one person in the class who dare to speak against it vocally, you could almost guarantee that it would temper down. That's how the psychology of group bullying typically works (as far as I'm concerned), that a few main bully start shits and others whose fear of isolation outweighed their sense of justice follow suit. Would there have been other bullies who's gonna step into Bak*g*u's place as the lead bully if firecracker boy didn't do it? Almost undoubtedly. But as the school's popular guy since kindergarten, I'm also 100% certain that if he wanted to "prevent others from bullying someone", it would've been as easy as breathing.

Now, I'm not chastising the character with durian inspired hairstyle, because the fandom had gone through that many times (though I might again), but that one would need to put up a better argument if they wanted an excuse for certain behaviours. Because this? This is not a convincing one (but I also feel the need to reiterate that fanfiction doesn't have the responsibility to be realistic, I'm just expressing my irritation at lackluster logic). I couldn't help but feel like some people just... Perhaps got too used to the idea of "boys are rude to you because they like you" or they have never witnessed group bullying situation. (Which is fine btw and I don't wish anyone in that situation) I guess it's just a bit of my pet peeve and if b*kug*u could at least admit it was his insecurities (still much work to do ahead) you could too my dear

Also, just a side note, Bak*go* redemption fics where Izuku tried to convince others that "it's the school that failed him it's not his fault"? Like, I'm not excusing the school obviously they deserved to be burnt to the ground and it did feel in character for Izuku to ask others to forgive mr dynamite, but also have you considered that just in the beginning of the story, in the midoriya origin episode, it was pretty clearly stated that the bullying and name calling started way before their quirk manifested and before they went to kindergarten even. Of course also before the whole "falling into river" shebang. So tbh I have a very hard time to wrap my head around why he would bully Izuku (and evidently others, as we saw Izuku tried to stop bkg and his friends from kicking another kid) aside from being born like *that*, and in general I just find the "his school failed him" argument also lacking in some way.

Anyways this has just been on my mind today and I wanted to rant a bit to someone that's not my sister (who is unfortunately subjected to a lot of my mha rantings while not into it) lol

[gentrychild]

fic i wish youd write: a fic in the similar vain to your Float, but with izuku getting some catharsis not only re: bkg situation, but aizawa and his shortcomings as a teacher, as well. just, ngl, im craving aizawa salt bc as much as i love some good dadzawa hes... not really that great in canon

“What didn’t you tell me you only got your quirk the day of the entrance exam? If I had known, I could have helped you. I was functioning under the assumption that you had your quirk since you were four.”

Izuku stared at him.

He didn’t say anything, of course. He knew that this kind of question didn’t call for an answer. It was just an adult realizing that something wrong had happened but adults rarely apologized so instead, they asked questions, trying to understand the situation.

“This is not a rhetorical question,” his teacher said nonetheless. “You hide important information from me. I need to know why.”

Ah. Now, that was different. It meant explaining why he was a late bloomer and Izuku wasn’t about to reveal the secret of One for All to someone else.

So he improvised.

“What does it matter?” he asked instead, because the best way to avoid answering a question was to ask another question.

Aizawa was taken aback.

“Would you have helped me mastering my quirk if I had told you I had recently discovered it? Would you have given me the way to stop breaking my bones?”

“Well, yes. I would have tried to find a solution, we could have worked on this together...”

It was Izuku’s turn to be taken aback.

“Then why not do that sooner?” the teenager frowned. “I mean, I wasn’t breaking my bones because I was enjoying it. It hurt.”

Oh, it hurt so much. More than Kacchan’s explosions or the loneliness after he (and everyone else) had discovered he was quirkless. But it was still better than his life before meeting All Might.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Izuku admitted. “Because if you were able to find a solution, to teach me what Gran Torino taught me, why wait? Why let me break my bones during the Sport Festival? Why let me handle it alone? Even if I had my quirk since I was four, don’ t you think that if learning how to use it on my own was an option, I wouldn’t broken my arms so many times this year?”

And now, Aizawa’s face was blanker than ever, impossible to read. It was time for Izuku to stop, to apologize, and to pat himself on the back because he had successfully diverted his homeroom teacher from All Might’s secret.

But he thought about the first day of school, where he had faced expulsion. Of Hakagure swearing as she realized that her quirk would be no help, of Ojirou’s eyes as he could already tell that the strongest quirks were safe,

Of how they had been expected to master their quirks from day one when Izuku had been so excited about working with his teachers to understand his quirk, to show his quirk analyses and that all his work hadn’t been for nothing.

Oh, it wasn’t like he was risking anything. He was already a Problem Child.

“To answer your question, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it would make a difference. Our quirks were evaluated from the first day and you clearly expected us to make them stronger on our own. I’m sorry but you’re the one who told me not to find myself excuses.If that option really existed, I think you should wonder why you weren’t the one to ask me that question.”

[deadwriter16]

Not so subtly taking you up on your invitation to put more ships in your inbox...what about todokami and/or bakukami?

omg YAY put all the ships you want in my inbox it makes me so freaking happy <3

for this ask: send me a bnha ship (or multiple, platonic or romantic) and I'll tell you my opinion on it

also i read your ask and got so excited because these are two of my favorite rarepairs literally ever and i immediately had to reply

todokami & bakukami: ship ship ship! there are no words to explain how much i love them. i will try anyway

so first, todokami. adorable. it's kind of similar to seroroki for me in that it's todoroki learning the ways of the common folk through an insane stoner with incredible street smarts (this is also why i like todokamisero), but i adore todokami a bit more. i can't explain why exactly, i just got into them when i watched the OVA and todoroki called kaminari "denki" and i was like oh my god they're best friends. which somehow devolved into me shipping them with the intensity of a thousand explosions. point is, i think they're the sweetest and i love them a lot. i really like the idea of them bonding through todoroki wanting to know more about general stupid teenager things and kaminari taking it upon himself to teach todoroki his ways. i also think that todoroki would really enjoy having a ball of sunshine like kaminari in his life, and i could definitely see todoroki being so confused as to why kaminari is insecure because 'why doesn't he see how great he is?' I also think that kaminari would be a master at helping todoroki through his trauma and ptsd. they would be stupid in love and i cannot explain exactly why i ship it but god...their vibes are immaculate. i love them with absolutely no basis behind it except for like one scene, but i don't care. they're amazing and i love them.

okay, now bakukami. i find it hard not to ship my favorite characters together (see kacchako). bakugou and kaminari are my first and second favorite bnha characters, and i've always loved their dynamic. i think kaminari's opinion on bakugou and how it shifts throughout the series is great to see, i love how at first he starts by poking fun and teasing this utter asshole with a steaming turd of a personality, but eventually comes to see the softer, honorable, and respectable sides of bakugou that make him really admirable. and yeah, he's still a turd sometimes, but he's kaminari's turd and denki loves him to death. they're canonically very close, kaminari gets away with calling him kacchan, and bakugou has also canonically admitted that he finds kaminari strong and useful (albeit subtly and through insults, but he's a tsundere so he gets a pass). either way, their friendship development is wonderful and i think that as a romance they would also be really sweet. i can definitely see bakugou slowly warming up to kaminari to the point where he (actually canonically) lets kaminari get away with things even kirishima can't. i think they'd be great at reassuring each other about their insecurites and lifting each other up, helping each other with ptsd and giving comfort on bad days. kaminari is the sunshine bakugou needs, someone who loves him to pieces but can also tease him and confront him, while bakugou is exactly the push kaminari needs to start realizing his worth and gaining some self-confidence. hands down my favorite bkg rarepair.

[collisiondiscourse]

CODI CODI CODI

opinion on dynamight? :D

WKSDKEK HI AJ

okokokok if ur honestly... asking—i dont have any genuine hate for the name dynamight. its cute its fun and its very 4 year old kacchan. BUT i have this theory that it isnt his actual hero name. maybe i possibly am reaching very far and will pull a muscle with all this stretching and jumping to conclusions but... here are

Farfetched Reasons Why I Think DynaMight Isn't Bakugou's Final Name (SPOILER ALERT, duh):

1. It's too similar to his previous rejected names

We all remember how in the start of the series, Bakugou's whole naming problem stemmed from the extravagance and... overbearingness of his chosen aliases. From the most famous 'Lord Explosion Murder', the written kanji version being '爆殺王' and pronounced as 'Bakusatsuo'. In comparison, we have DynaMight: The God of Great Killing Bomb—which, taking the latter part is written '大爆殺神' in kanji and pronounced 'daibakusatsu-shin'. For a name that took maybe 4 or 5 years to FINALLY get introduced, its oddly similar to all the names that were already rejected or shot down. They even use 2 of the same kanji characters which denotes that they may even be said in the same aggressive tone like how it is in English (but take this point with a grain of salt bc i am NOT formally educated in Japanese.)

2. Narrative-wise... the timeline placement of the reveal just doesn't make sense.

I dunno about you, but in the middle of the war during the deconstruction of the pro-hero society seems like one of the weirder places to put Bakugou's hero name reveal. Especially when its something that doesn't have an immediate link or visibility to Bakugou's character aside from his personality. We've already seen that Bakugou's supposedly changed a LOT ever since his first days at UA—so I find it weird that in the MIDDLE OF HIS CHARACTER ARC and not even ten chapters after Bakugou Katsuki: Rising (where *ahem* important things occur...), we get a name like this which is awfully reminisce of Bakugo's choices pre-character development. Why make us wait so long if it was gonna be something so similar? Is the only change/nuance going to be the All Might pun? Hori-sensei may give us answers soon, but for now the timing seems incredibly out of place.

3. The other characters don't take it seriously.

Most of the other characters including the likes of Spinner absolutely do not take it seriously. Iida and multiple other actors at the scene poke criticisms at it and react in the same way class 1A did when Bakugo introduced Lord Explosion Murder. The only positive reaction being Mirio, who we all know is the human version of sunshine and puppies (and also just a really good senpai). The key reactions I wanna note are Deku's and Best Jeanist's.

- On Best Jeanist's reaction

BJ (its for shortening purposes i SWEAR) is seen to depict a lacklustre, disinterested, and almost even dissappointed response. As Katsuki's mentor figure and someone that was implied to have inspired Bakugou to reconsider his hero name—I find it odd that he was depicted to disapprove of it so offhandedly. His arrival and participation at the war was something I very much looked forward to due to the amount of things that Bakugou might do now that he knew Best Jeanist was still alive a la shounen anime 'I'm empowered by my mentor figure' style. I think that if Bakugou were to do a name reveal, he would've chosen something that Best Jeanist would immediately recognize as something resultant of Bkg's character development.

- On Izuku Midoriya's reaction (or lack thereof)

I won't elaborate bc it will actually take me weeks to formulate an essay, but Deku is currently at the epicenter of a lot of Katsuki's character development. From One for All to the tear jerking panels of Chapter 285, we know that Deku inexplicably is the no. 1 person that wants to know Bakugou's hero name.

So why isn't he there?

We don't get to see Deku's reaction to Bakugous huge name reveal because he's too far and too busy fighting. You'd a thunk that if it was so significant and powerful, Deku's reaction would come out. While it IS possible that Deku's reaction is on another chapter entirely bc he's just THAT excited about it, I highly doubt Bakugo would announce such a thing where Deku could not hear.

But Codi! you say, arms sore and floppy from reaching so far with me. Why? Why would Bakugou make and announce a fake name then?

Well. Prepare your ankles because I am about to jump to some even FARTHER conclusions.

First of all, they ARE in the middle of a war. Bakugou, while heavily injured, still is smart enough to see what's happening and be able to parse when they're on the losing end. Mans is a 4/5 on the intelligence rank if I'm not mistaken, and it's pretty obvious the heroes are losing. The whole hero society has been absolutely turned up on its head with the Todoroki Family Drama, and I think that Deku jumping back into the fight is the best indication that Katsuki will follow suit. I think that Deku knew about the hero name DynaMight before hand, ESPECIALLY because it sounds like something only he and Kacchan could come up with (the All Might pun is just TOO good ok). I think that there's a reason Bakugou's okay with Deku being so far away when he reveals it

But what of it?

I think that to understand Bakugou's decision to name reveal now involves taking a look into the actual name DynaMight/Dynamite.

Dynamite, as we know, is an explosive made from nitroglycerine and stabilizers in 1867. The reason it became so popular was that it helped with a lot infrastructure projects to speed up construction and mining. It was available soon as well in the civillian market because of its powerful but controlled explosions. Instead of a fiery explosion that burned for extended periods of time, nitroglycerine was more of a one and done kind of explosion.

Later, it was used as a military weapon that caused mass destruction and a sudden interest for innovations in explosives. Alfred Nobel, who's name you now might recognize, was ashamed of his past inventions and alias as 'The Angel of Death' (Bakusatsuo, anyone?). He hated the fact his explosives had been used to cause war and death and thus created the Nobel Peace Prize so that his name would be associated with Peace and Hope instead.

If you're picking up what I'm reaching really hard for... then you already know.

The reason I think Bakugou faked DynaMight as his hero name is to act as an actual sort of Dynamite in the tide of the war. I think this was, in actuality, a code word or even tactic of some sorts for an actual plan he had with Deku. Now that he's both revealed his name AND joined the fight again, the attention of all the villains and actors (including us, the audience) are on him and him only. Because 'Dynamite' is a controlled explosion. Because 'Dynamite' works once nefore its done its job. Because Bakugou mfing Katsuki does NOT wanna be associated with his past decisions and history of destruction and wants his name to be a symbol of winning and saving.

A symbol of peace.

Or. maybe its actually just DynaMight. idk. who knows? Maybe Im just really really really really deep in denial.

Thanks for reading!

[doodlegirl1998]

Reading and seeing some panels of AM meeting Nana...the scene where we saw AM, who defeated tons of villains QUIRKLESS, and I know I always say the whole fanon "quirkless are ending their lives reguarly" is well fanon.

We never saw any reason to think quirkless are weak. Far from it...we just saw a reason to see them as unhinged.

Plus Deternet makes gadgets. Do we ever saw any ban of quirkless?

Yes. I do think Hori forgets quirkless existed and if they are introduced in the story is to soley shit on Izu.

But looking at canon....nothing says quirkless are unable to defend themselves.

Lil Izu fought bk, who had a quirk, and while he got hurt...he is still around. If anything people should be more impressed by his determination than anything but...HORI😒

My point is: The only thing that allowed bk to abuse izu for so long...was Hori himself. Bc Izu could have fought and won.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

Hori has no care for the Quirkless and neglects it as much as possible as a topic because either 1) he doesn't think it's interesting in a world of powers or 2) it would remind the readers that BKG is a quirkist POS through his treatment of quirkless!Izu. Or maybe a mix of 1 and 2.

Also I loved seeing AM being BAMF with that pipe and taking down villains without a power however if AM is allowed to be BAMF Quirkless (as a teen and in Iron Might) why can't Izu?

Because Hori hates him. Izu should have used his smarts to counter explosion and beat Bakugou in a fight a long long time ago but Hori won't let him.

It would be logical for MHA society to look down those without power and treat them as more fragile / 'less evolved' because they're lacking an advantage that 80% of the population has.

There would also likely be some hateful attitudes too because anything that goes against the norm is generally discriminated against* (at least the quirkless can generally lie / hide their quirk status unless in an official setting - mutants don't have that luxury.)

However, you do have a good point about the Quirkless we see being unhinged (putting aside Melissa who seems ok) maybe they are reckless because they want to prove themselves?

* - look at our society and how cruel people can be about those who look or act different.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

The narrative Horikoshi tries to push with Bakugou vs Uraraka in the sports festival is insane lmao. At any point Bkg could have easily knocked Uraraka out of the ring, as he is far more mobile than she is. Instead he opts to plant his feet smack dab in the centre of the ring and fire explosion after explosion at her. The guy in the stands was right, he wasn't "respecting her as a threat", he was torturing her for his own kicks.

Then you get him being praised for *checks notes* actually using someone's name for once? Because he respects Uraraka?? Newsflash: using someone's name isn't a sign of respect, it's basic human decency.

Furthermore, if Horikoshi truly wanted to make a point with the fight and actually develop the characters, Uraraka would have won. She had an actual plan , and it would have meant Bakugou allowed his own anger to blind him to it. But, no, Bakugou pulled an insane explosion out of his ass so that he could win when he didn't earn it, thus justifying in his mind the idea that he was simply naturally better than everyone else.

fuck i hate the sports festival lmao

All of this. It was so bad. Just a major dick sucking service for Katsuki to make him look “respectful”. Shoto finishing the fight against Hanta was far more respectful than Katsuki stalling the fight because Shoto left no room for failure.

[siflshonen]

KATSUKI AND GOKU... it is the most logical comparison

AIN’T IT THOUGH????????? (Also food for thought - BKG = Original Japanese Goku and Deku = US Dub/localized Goku....)

There’s so much I could say about exactly he intersects with/inherits All the Older Shounen but I’m trying to write a fanfiction including this concept so I will give the brief: Bakugo to me embodied not just Goku but basically like the whole, uh, FLAVOR???? Of the entire DBZ cast!!! The series is “obviously inspired by Naruto”, sure, but the glitter of Dragon Ball came first and is never far....

...and THEN Horikoshi-sensei had the AUDACITY to give Bakugo greater depth and (after tribulations) emotional intelligence and also be the second most perceptive dude in the cast just to watch it all convalesce in a massive explosion of genre (and mental) dissonance. It’s like the Cell Saga Gohan situation all over again - Bakugo Katsuki is a Shonen protagonist who woke up one day to discover he is actually a seinen protagonist and he, like the rest of the DBZ cast, is probably never gonna live up to Goku even though he’s his genre spiritual successor and he’s just gonna have to swallow that pill. But unlike Gohan, Bakugo is a petty and bitter little tryhard bitch. This is a living nightmare. Living Hell. He has all the “I’ve been surpassed or will be” rival angst and paranoia of Yamaha-thru-Vegeta and is somehow still standing. And he is ALSO still rival-married to his shonen opposite. He’s even managed to overtake Chi Chi in ride-or-die-stay-with-my-man-no-matter-what energy for better and worse but by gum do I still see the parallel. World’s Best Wife Bakugo Katsuki for SURE.

Bakugo Katsuki is literally all of the main DBZ character arcs and also a human explosive and I just don’t know how he does it!