#deibreak

[dynmghts]

A special day. Even if the person celebrating may have already pointed out his distaste for most celebrations quite a few times, everyone worked their hardest to make this day even more special, so the blond would enjoy his birthday from the depths of his heart. It could be selfish of them, to force Katsuki to celebrate, but he was the one to blame — rarely honest about the rhythm of his heartbeat. Despite every part of his being carrying honesty with pride, successfully he’d conceal the parts of him they all wished to understand the most, his real nature.

But Shoto believed he wouldn’t get many more chances to show the other — without any doubt, without any clouds in between them — the extent of his affection. For someone who read everyone as if they were the back of his hand like Katsuki, Shoto sure had to try his hardest to make sure his message would sound loud and clear. The harder he pushed him away, the harder he’d push back. It was about time, for the blond to finally admit defeat for once, learn some battles are better to be lost.

Imagination wasn't one of Shoto’s outstanding skills– it was as if he were born without it, to be honest. Limited to what he could see and sense, despite often losing himself in his thoughts, Shoto didn’t actually dream. Maybe years of isolation, his mind feeding on thoughts of resentment and revenge alone had a lasting effect on him. Maybe, he didn’t dream because he already had more than he could ever dream of: friends to care for, and a path in life he had chosen. Or maybe, he didn’t dream, simply because he enjoyed a simplicity of the mind. And that simplicity had caused him great trouble in choosing a gift, for maybe one of the most complex people he had crossed paths with.

The choice of a place to find him in private was the first challenge. Katsuki’s room would have been the best choice, but he’d lose the element of surprise ( plus he didn’t know what kind of reaction to expect if he were the first person the other would see in the morning before even washing his face ). Before even the sun had risen, Shoto had taken seat in the kitchen. The blond usually was one of the first to wake up and make breakfast, and he relied and hoped on his routine repeating on this day as well.

On the kitchen table was placed an orange-colored gift bag and a small bouquet of orange roses, decorated with a white bow. Next was placed a small-sized birthday card. After numerous attempts to write down what Shoto wished to say to the blond, he settled for a simple ‘ Happy Birthday Bakugo. ’ The words he couldn’t express in a card, he’d say them out loud instead while he’d stare into fiery eyes, when the time was right. It was the gesture after all, that mattered on such a day, not the words and presents offered. At least that’s what Shoto hoped, since for the contents inside the bag, they were the biggest challenge to decide.

First, was a pair of gloves. Another pair of gloves was seemingly useless for Katsuki — he could just order them to his exact liking, made for battle, to enhance his Quirk. But the gloves Shoto had chosen, were simply meant to keep his hands warm on winter days, to a style he wished Katsuki liked. Made of leather, black in color, fingerless, with a characteristic red X symbol decorating the top of them, and a red stripe detail on the wrist.

There was a cassette tape, with all the songs Shoto thought Katsuki liked to listen to, along with a music player to play the cassette. Some time ago, they had seen an old movie where someone gifted to the person he held most dear a cassette. Shoto, unconsciously fond of anything considered old-fashioned or classic, hadn’t thought these would continue to exist, but he was surprised to discover they were still on the market. He may not have much knowledge of which music was popular, and have trouble to fully understand the kind of music Katsuki liked, but with Sero’s help, he made the tape while also adding some of the songs that reminded him of the other.

Last was a pair of chopsticks. The same gift Katsuki had given him for his birthday, the style mimicking Shoto’s hero costume. Shoto had done the same, the style mimicking Katsuki’s hero costume. Maybe, it could be nice if they matched.

The cheerful chirping of birds was getting louder, the sign of their day starting, and that Katsuki was about to come in any minute now. Except, the exhaustion of many days was finally sinking in. The relief of a day he’s been looking forward to having arrived, the soft warming light coming into the room, the satisfaction and sweet kind of bubbling anticipation got mixed with his growing dizziness of mind. Why was it that Shoto couldn't sleep at night, but couldn’t keep his eyes open during the day? He needed to stay awake, but it was getting harder to resist. Maybe, a short nap wouldn’t be that bad. He’d make sure to wake up before Katsuki would . . . The sound of footsteps and the creaking door could no longer reach him, head resting against the kitchen table.

( shoto being like: how to confess without confessing. hbd kats!! can't believe it's already been a year 💕 )

katsuki didn't make plans for his birthday this year. well, nothing past the ones he already organised and pre-approved for his family, who want to celebrate the young bakugou surviving to 18 against the odds. they mean well, really. katsuki isn't about to turn around and deny them when his 17th was in the middle of wars, a fact that isn't lost on him nor anyone he knew; some classmates last year insisted on a celebration after everything settled.

this year, though, katsuki just hoped they waited until it was a reasonable time of hour before tossing whatever hare-brained plans they had his way.

either bakugou katsuki's guard was up too high, though, or he actually got up soon enough that the others wouldn't have their window to bother him - and with that leaves his morning routine intact. he enacts his skincare routine without skipping a beat, re-organising his class notes and setting out clothes for the day before pacing out of his dorm and down the stairs. he doesn't run before breakfast; his next step is to beeline it to the kitchen before anyone else decides to claim it, with the goal of fixing himself a well-balanced meal before exercise.

when careful footsteps pace into the kitchen, making an effort not to make too much noise until he was cooking, crimson eyes fall on the resting figure leaning on the kitchen table. a brow raises. he moves forward with light steps to avoid disturbing the other - and it isn't hard for katsuki to determine who it is resting on the kitchen table, but if he was to have questions as to why, the gift bag and roses set on the same surface making the indication quite clear.

had shoto stayed up to gift him these on his birthday?

the blond stares between him and the gifts presented to him on the kitchen table, brows furrowing. his face scrunches up. after a moment, katsuki manoeuvres over to the bag and bouquet, deftly picking up the card that accompanies them - he reads the writing on the inside and huffs, lips quirking upward even as he rolls his eyes and sets it aside. he re-examines the roses. he can't imagine they were... cheap, per se. they looked high quality. a hand reaches to gently run fingertips along the petals of the flowers, noting that they seemed fresh, recently picked if anything; how far did shoto plan this, exactly?

katsuki doesn't let himself linger on the thought much longer as he finally turns his attention to the bag with the goods inside, glancing over to multicoloured hair and pausing. his hands rest against the edge of the bag for a moment. then, quietly, he pulls open the bag to peer in and seize the first item among the few that settle in there; up come the pair of gloves first, of which katsuki observes, feels the texture between digits with a slight head tilt. he hums. the weather is not quite freezing, no, but the spring mornings were still carrying a bit of bite with them - he makes the quick decision to slip them on. he doesn't know if they're quirk resistant. not that it matters much; he wasn't using his quirk at all this morning.

the next is the chopsticks - easy to reach, easier to hold. katsuki can't help but quirk his lips upward at the sight of familiar orange X and explosion motifs as the design; if he remembers explicitly that he'd given a pair with the same intentions to shoto a few months ago, on the other boy's birthday, he won't say. he places them aside. maybe he could even use them this morning.

the final gift is the one that perplexes the young bakugou the most. not because of its nature, that is, because katsuki enjoys music and doesn't care how he has to listen to it - the tape player is fine, but the tape it comes with isn't an explicitly marked band track. he eyes it curiously, flipping it over, looking for any writing on the tape to indicate what it is exactly, what its contents were. katsuki furrows his brows when he doesn't seem to find any strong indicators. nonetheless... if shoto gifted this to him, there had to be a reason. something this vintage and old-fashioned and arguably dated isn't just handed off to people without a purpose anymore, right? so maybe...

hands quickly set the headphones over his ears and slip the tape into the player. taking a few moments to learn the functions, katsuki manages to press play, and after a few seconds, he's hit with one of his favourite songs. this, he smiles at.

todoroki shoto remembered this about him, and that... was heartwarming.

with a final glance to the resting boy at the table, katsuki makes up his mind quickly and sets to work in the kitchen; deft hands work swiftly to accommodate for two different breakfast meals, yes, but they also aim to fill out a bento that the blond dug out and placed aside during his meal prep. it would take him more time than normal before he could go on his run, and he may have to cut the run short. he decides almost instantly that it would be worth his time.

once the blond sets the food on the kitchen table, crimson gaze lingers on multicoloured hair, hesitating. a hand reaches. there, he very delicately shifts a few strands back into place, gaze losing its sharpness for a moment. [ he is suddenly glad that nobody else is in the kitchen; he doesn't want to admit how his face turned red, nor how tender the action itself was. ]

by the time shoto is awake, katsuki is long gone. the gift bag and flowers have since been moved - in their stead, however, rests a bowl of cold soba, some vegetables put aside as an optional addition for the other's favoured dish. beside that, a bento, stuffed meticulously with a balanced lunch. while it wouldn't come close to rivalling lunch rush's outstanding cafeteria options, there has been considerable time taken to accommodate to shoto's food preferences all the same.

a note rests near them. it is scribbled in a quick hand, but the calligraphy is undeniably bakugou katsuki's as it reads (and quite fondly):

shoto,

got your gifts. thanks. didn't think you remembered what i listened to. liked the songs you added. made you breakfast and lunch. don't waste them.

katsuki.

nobody else knows why katsuki's mood seems better all day. maybe they don't have to know - so long as the blond spends his free time with headphones on ears, cassette tape on repeat, head subtly moving with each song's beat.

@deibreak / katsuki's bday asks! <3

[fightaers]

❛⠀TODOROKI !!! ❜ yoarashi does not hesitate. his voice booms across the street, and he is mindless about the attention he's clearly attracting. no! how could he, when his eyes are zoomed in into the familiar red-and-white mop of hair. he is very tall, you know! he could see nearly everyone even if there is a massive crowd around him. and what a fortunate thing it is that UA doesn't require its students to wear a cap! that makes him spotting todoroki even quicker!

the man quickly marches his way to the other.

❛⠀GOOD EVENING !! ❜ he bows as a greeting then, forehead touching the pavement. yoarashi can hear bystanders around gasp from that too. he doesn't mind! passion is very important to him, you see. ❛⠀I AM VERY HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE ! ARE YOU OUT SHOPPING FOR SCHOOL SUPPLIES ? ❜

@deibreak ♡ starter call !

[ofsavior]

unprompted. || @deibreak

❝ Momo. ❞ Here he goes. ❝ There's something I've been meaning to ask you. ❞ What a bold move. ❝ May I call you Momo, from now on? Or is there some other way you'd like me to call you? ❞

“ Eh? ” She blinks and turns to Shoto attentively.

Wait - did he just...?

“ Ehhhhhh? ” Instantly, her cheeks color crimson deep enough to match her hero costume. That's her given name! To say she's flustered doesn't quite capture her reaction, but the spring that pops! from her elbow certainly reflects her feelings.

“ I'd accept Momo from you, Shoto-kun. ” She answers, hands now fidgeting with themselves as they clasp and dangle before her. “ It sounds nice coming from you. ”

[ofdetonation]

@deibreak inquired : 💗 ╱ love meter.

how did he and shoto get a low-ass number ?

❝ this thing is fucking rigged. ❞

[roguesenses]

🍎 an apologetic text.

texting starters

[ ✉︎ ] Sorry for reacting the way I did yesterday

[ ✉︎ ] I was just really surprised and had to take some time to process

[ ✉︎ ] Movie on Saturday sounds great

[ ✉︎ ] If the offer still stands

Two minutes later.

[ ✉︎ ] I will understand if you don't want to do it anymore since I did freeze up on you!

[ ✉︎ ] Please feel no obligation whatsoever if you don't feel like it anymore

Three minutes later.

[ ✉︎ ] Also sorry for doing this in text, I am still kind of embarrassed hahahaha

[herostoried]

Ochako doesn't know Shoto very well, and to be honest, he's always been something of a mystery to her. His stoic and occasionally intimidating nature makes him hard to read, and Ochako's never really had the confidence to approach him, but... for a while now, he's been spending more time with Deku, and the two seem to be good friends now.

She's not sure what happened, but nowadays, she thinks she understands Shoto a little better. Under everything, he's just a kid like the rest of them - a surprisingly funny and earnest kid with a strong desire to be a hero, just like her. She's even shared some fun conversations with him, and would like to consider him a friend of sorts, but... she isn't sure if he feels the same way.

More to the point, though, Ochako thinks that she wants to get to know Shoto better. Maybe it's because he's Deku's friend, or maybe she's just curious about him as a person... the reason doesn't really matter, does it? Either way, today she's going to gather up her courage and stop worrying about how she comes across!

"Todoroki-kun, did you need any help with that? I'm stronger than I look, you know!"

@deibreak ( starter! )

[shehorned]

@deibreak liked for a starter

while she'd never actually spoken to him, she knew who he was. deku had pointed him out when he went through the name of everyone in his class as well as their quirk ; eri remembered none of it. she stared at him with bright, red eyes in an attempt to determine just who this guy was.

eyes flicker to the mark on his face. people liked to tell stories about their scars, right? deku had done so for her before, along with a couple of other people are the school. so, that is what she settles on.

" does the mark on your face hurt? "

[txnatiuh-etc]

@deibreak asked : 🌷 | send  🌷  for  a  soft  starter .

Enji returned home, a bag that was dwarfed by the size of his hand held dear. "Hello, ahem-" a clear of his throat, "-Shouto. I...got you some cold Soba on the way home."

Hesitant, nervous, he set it down near his youngest son. "I hope it is to your liking." Was it the perfect gesture? Probably not but Enji wanted to try. Shouto deserved more than a try and that what Enji planned to do but he afraid and unsure of how his son will react.

[dynmghts]

and he's starting to think that his type is "idiots who can't take a hint".

at least he got shoto to start using his first name. you know, instead of bakugou, thank god for that... [ but where is he meant to go from here again? ]

He's blushing. They're on the first-name basis now. Even though Katsuki has been using his first name a long time now. Wait, wasn't is his hero name?

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @deibreak : i never gave up on you. never! ASSERTIVE ACCUSATIONS , ACCEPTING .

there's scarcely been a moment where they've raised their voices to each other. if anything, katsuki has tried in the past, and each time, it was neatly deflected by shoto's calm personality and level-headed responses. while katsuki appreciates it in the after ... [ because sometimes, he's just looking for the thrill of a fight, in whatever form it might come as. ] ... there are still times when his temper flares at something said. shoto is usually not the cause -

until now, that is.

a part of him says that shoto is just being sincere - that this is his way of admitting that he was in katsuki's corner, and he always will be. but the phrasing grates on the blond's nerves. a rational response was never going to be in the cards.

❛ i never fucking asked you ! ❜ temper, red hot as iron, strikes in venomous words and burning glare and a snarl with bared teeth. ❛ what, you want me to turn around and thank you for something i never gave a shit if you did ? you want a shiny new medal for your services ? hell, a whole parade in your honour ? why don't i call in some heroes for your brave and noble sacrifice, then ! ❜

katsuki scoffs then, as he storms over to the other boy with an accusatory jab to his chest. ❛ you act like i'm supposed to be grateful, like i should worship the ground you walk on 'cause you wanna stand in my corner. newsflash, todoroki, ❜ he emphasises the name, as though intended as an insult itself, ❛ i don't owe you anything. why don't you go and save your speeches for deku instead, huh ? go on, give it to someone who will give you a sob story back. ❜

[fightaers]

❛⠀the heat was no joke ... ❜ her voice comes across as a joke, almost, if not for the way it's also wrapped around a tremor of fear. a hero somewhere had draped a blanket over all of their shoulders when it was all over, with what remains of tōya and their father carefully carried to the nearest point of safety. it's a miracle that the medics still deemed tōya alive, though their faces as they informed their mother had told fuyumi enough that they aren't certain if either endeavour or tōya could genuinely make it.

she should move, she thinks. she should be asking the medics where they're taking her father and brother. she should be the responsible one; escorting natsu-chan and mom somewhere safe, as well. instead, fuyumi feels numb everywhere inside. she didn't think it'd be possible: to suffer from threat of frostbites and a burn all at the same time. that, in that very same aftermath, she could barely register it.

still, to shōto, fuyumi musters a small smile. he doesn't want shōto to ever be worried about her. no, least of all, her. ❛⠀it worries me a little that this is what you're up to regularly, shōto. ❜

@deibreak ♡ starter call !

[ofsavior]

Reina’s Shoto muse here like, I know I’m not good at this. But please, I’m begging. Don’t go back to Todoroki-san.

[ofdetonation]

where he wants them to be ? why would shoto entrust him with such a decision ? because he wants to decide ? katsuki stares intently at heterochromatic gaze, noting the confidence, the assurance that this was the decision he would stand by. this was like handing him a pair of cuffs ; passing him the knife and trusting that he won't take its steel to the throat. ( shoto doesn't know what the hell katsuki might say next, surely. but ... maybe he trusts that it's not going to hurt. )

❝ seriously ? ❞ it wasn't that katsuki disagreed with it ; his freedom to define their relationship from now on means that maybe, just maybe, shoto doesn't mind what way this ends. and if shoto finds something disagreeable anyway, then that was that. they could just go back to their ... whatever this was right now. ❝ fine. ❞

❝ i think you can be an insufferable asshole who holds back, and it's you who knows just how to piss me off when we're teamed up for whatever bullshit. ❞ his eyes cast downward then. ❝ i've hated people for less. i've held grudges for years over petty bullshit people try on me. so it doesn't make an ounce of sense that i'm sitting here with plenty of reasons to hate you, 'cause every action you take ticks me off in some way, but i don't. i don't fucking hate you. ❞ his eyes narrow, eyebrows knitting together and hands clasping together. his mouth opens, shuts ; a frustrated sigh eventually leaves him. ❝ i like you. ❞

his heartrate increases, his hands warming with panic ╱ he quickly wipes them against fabric, looking back up at shoto with a sense of resolve.

❝ and i don't mean in a : i wanna be friends kinda way. more than that. ❞ odd, how he could deny friendship but wish for something stronger than that, something that often needs the prior bond for a stepping stone. ❝ so either you feel the same, or you don't. ❞

Us. He never excepted this moment would come. Shoto had come at peace with this impossibility, yet once more Bakugo had come to crush down everything they had settled upon. What was he sought to find out ? What about the timing ? Had they crossed some border where what they shared, needed to be defined ? Shoto remembered clearly the word ‘ friend ’ disturbed the blond. Whether it was his own initial careless usage, or one of the other's act of stubbornness, he decided against it. It had become clearer to him, what friendship was consisted of, and how blurry were the lines between the names they'd give to all the different kinds of bonds. Yet, out of the few Shoto was aware of, none seemed to resemble theirs.

But his feelings were as complicated and perplexing as the one they were meant for. For so long he had been struggling to understand himself, yet the complete absence of understanding these feelings didn't bother him. How the blond would make his heart race in times of peace, and beat steadily in times of emergency. How his eyes would constantly search for him, searching for any cracks to see through him. How they had both agreed on a language that was their own, mostly made of short glances.

“ I stand where you want us to be. ” Not an effort for diplomacy, but genuine and utter acceptance for the direction their bond seemed to have taken — for the shape Katsuki wished to give those emotions, Shoto having given up authority over his own heart a long time ago. Trusted in his explosive hands. Perceptiveness wasn't exactly his middle name, but he often succeeded in reading between the lines, and especially when it came to the one sitting before him. “ I have a feeling it's you who wants to decide. ” It was his freedom he was entrusting, after all. For he was the most free man Shoto had known, the only shackles to bind him those he made for himself, of his own expectations and standards.

Confident were his eyes when he stared back at crimson, certain of his answer, the puzzling look he'd been wearing a moment ago erased in an instant. He was prepared for anything Bakugo was about to say. Was it to decide on a new course?

[ofdetonation]

@deibreak inquired : what difference does it make? ╱ prompts  for  angsty  conversations.

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺  𝘁𝗼  𝗯𝗲  𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴. but unfortunately for both shoto and katsuki,  at least one of them is extremely argumentative,  despising the tone and style,  determined to make his point. and when someone he cares about is in a negative mood like this,  the blond is more inclined to say something in a less agreeable tone.

some people think that means he’s looking for an argument. anyone who knows katsuki will know that’s not always the reason ⸺ sometimes,  it’s because he cares.

❝ all the fuckin’ difference ! stop actin’ like everythin’ you’re doing right now ain’t for a goddamn purpose,  shoto ! ❞ scowl on his face,  glare narrow and frustration in his tone,  the blond almost reaches to shove some sense into shoto … almost. he holds himself back for now. ❝ where’s your fuckin’ common sense,  huh ? didja lose it for the split second i wasn’t there to keep it with ya ? don’t you dare go talkin’ like you ain’t been a difference to a lotta people,  y’moron. ❞

[roguesenses]

💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. ( from Shoto :) )

the evil meme (not accepting) @deibreak

tw: character death

He became aware of the possibility the moment he'd stepped into the hospital and was ushered into the waiting area by too many pairs of teary eyes.

Still, when those painful words were actually delivered from the exhausted physician's lips, Izuku's first instinct was to deny.

"No," he simply said, coldly rejecting the information he was given as he pushed past the doctor. Many moved to stop him, but even more people chose to stay in their place because they recognized the look in his eyes - not even god could stop Izuku now, he must see his beloved one last time and confirm the truth for himself.

Izuku felt incredibly light, he could barely detect the weight of his legs as they took him into the room that smelled so heavily of death.

He fell to his knees, swallowing hard as he grasped for the hand that was always so warm against his own. Just last night it had been pressed against his cheek, stroking down his neck as they discussed their endless tomorrows.

Twice.

That's two times now fate had taken away someone he loved. Two times where he had hoped and begged for a different result only to be utterly crushed, and two times he had his heart broken.

Izuku wasn't sure if he could recover.

The truth was he perhaps never even managed to do so from the first time, but Shouto's love had been like a salve. It was cooling, gentle, and wrapped around his pain until he could almost forget it was there. But now everything was gone, his carefully recollected calmness was slipping and it hurt too much to even cry.

"Give him back!" He yelled, startling the nurses, bright green light streaking down his shaky hands. "Now!"

[hosticaaa]

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

ALIAS / NAME :  Ire. BIRTHDAY :  March 2nd. SOON. ZODIAC SIGN :  🐟 HEIGHT :  5'3ish. HOBBIES :  Rping mostly ! But I also like to play my switch and I'm trying to get back into art :3 FAVORITE COLOR :  Black, pink, red and purple. FAVORITE BOOK :  Lets go with The Crawling Chaos from H.P Lovecraft [ Important to my take on Vecna/Henry Creel/the Mindflayer >:3c ] because its the last actual "book" type thing I read and -chef kiss- LAST SONG :  Falling Down - The Birthday Massacre. LAST FILM / SHOW :  Probably Hazbin Hotel, smfh. RECENT READS :  Caught up with two chapters of BNHA the other day. INSPIRATION :  Horror tropes / movies / books. Tragic Villains. Even evil can be loved. Gothic romance. Goth, punk and metal music. Ofc, many of my muses have their own specific inspos ( One of Vecna/Henry's mentioned above) but thats just the general stuff !! STORY BEHIND URL :  Its Latin meaning "of or belonging to an enemy, hostile." Which rips considering all my muses are villains or antagonists in some way. FUN FACT ABOUT ME :   [ REDACTED ]

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