#izuku is holding a heavy burden as is

[heroinetales]

People are still hating on Izuku because he couldn't save Shigaraki huh? Like again how was Izuku suppose save him? What could a teenage boy possibly have done to save a manic villain?

[dead-boys-club]

†  kisses : izuku.

❥ scenario: kissing izuku. ❥ no triggers; not rated. ❥ i don’t have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested: @florascent

❥ series: tomura - izuku

✧*̥˚ some stuff *̥˚✧

kissing izuku is like melting into the warmth of a quiet embrace, a softness that's almost surprising with it's intensity. each kiss carries a gentle, earnestness, and you can feel the relief in him, the way he let's go of the days weight and sinks into you with each kiss. of course, some days, he gets a little carried away.

he kisses you with a quiet strength that he's built over the years - kind and patient. sometimes, there's a slight hesitation, as if the kiss is an overwhelming moment he's still getting used to, even after all this time. his lips are warm, only slightly chapped due to his lack of self care with his busy lifestyle, but you wouldn't change a thing. he pulls you close, one hand in your hair or at the back of your neck, another on your back, preferring to keep you flush against him, safe and secure - it's his way of saying he's never going anywhere.

his kisses can be a little less careful on bad days. it goes over some people's head that he can be possessive; a little jealous, insecure. and some days, he can't help but kiss you in a way that says 'you're mine' but never harsh enough to scare you off.

and on other days, his kisses are full of care; he pours his heart into each touch, each kiss, all the strength and protectiveness that comes with being a hero, but with all the vulnerability of someone who's found a safe space. each kiss reminds you that no matter how heavy his burden, his love for you will remain and be a constant - strong, unwavering, and so beautifully sincere.

nose kisses

temple kisses

shoulder kisses

slow, tender makeouts

kisses over yours ( and his ) scars

izuku would be a nervous, eager wreck in the beginning, letting you take the lead because he would rather experience than worry about if he's screwing up. he is absolutely not beyond letting you be in control. he would be hesitant at first but would hold you carefully, gently gripping at your waist to anchor himself. probably having one of those 'this is really happening' type of thoughts.

it's intense, each kiss feeling like a silent voice he isn't able to put into words. he's absolutely an emotional kisser, the type to memorize every touch, savoring the warmth and feeling of your lips and frame against his own. it would happen on accident the first time, but he wouldn't stay so gentle - once he found his confidence, he's pretty much obsessed with it. kissing you becomes his favorite way to unwind; it grounds him in something good and you happen to be his favorite flavor of good.

but, oh boy, when he's worn out? he is at his clingiest, leaning in for longer kisses, considering you the calm to his storm. these are the times when things tend to just... last a while. buuuut, sorry reader, the body worship is a different post.

✧*̥˚ tiny things *̥˚✧

❥ nose kisses: light and playful little pecks, usually when he's feeling all sentimental and fond, wanting to see you smile. these usually come when you're all wrapped up together, staying close and he's pressing lazy kisses around your face in general, but he likes the way you scrunch your nose and peek up at him when he does it.

❥ temple kisses: these are a calming thing for him, usually after long days. he likes to hold you close, letting his lips linger there and he calms down, letting go of everything the best he can.

❥ shoulder kisses: subtle but meaningful. izuku will generally wake you up with kisses to your shoulder and back/side of your neck, whispering little things before he'd nudging at the back of your ear. it's an affectionate gesture and he also does this in moments when words aren't needed at all.

❥ slow, tender makeouts: his favorite thing in the world is to have you on his lap, kissing you. especially something deep and unhurried, savoring every second, pouring both of your hearts into every movement. these are the moments where his hands are under your shirt, splayed against your lower back to keep you close, and ( surprisingly ) letting everything on his mind fade out that didn't revolve around you.

❥ the one time you almost died: izuku had a very important event to speak at, leaving him pacing to the point you were sure there would be a path marked on the flooring. you'd chuckled and grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss that was supposed to calm him down and reassure him. what it did? the opposite - especially when neither of you heard the announcement and the curtain pulled open. it wasn't anything unwholesome but he was ready to wither away and so were you. however, to be clear, he wasn't ashamed to be caught with you - no, never.

✧*̥˚ a kiss *̥˚✧

it had been a quiet evening after a long day and everyone had already parted ways, back home and wherever they may disappear to. you found yourself lounging on izuku's couch, having followed after him to discuss a few things and possibly grab dinner. however, as you talked, you noticed there was something different in his gaze - softer, warmer, like he'd been holding back words he wasn't sure how to say.

as the conversation lulled, he glanced at you, hesitant but reaching to find your hand with his own. "can i...?" he asked softly, eyes searching your own for permission. you were a little surprised and barely even able to nod before he leaned in, closing the space between you.

the kiss was gentle at first, cautious and slow like he was savoring every second. his free hand rose to brush his fingers at the back of your neck, while the other slipped away to settle at your waist, guiding you closer. but soon, his initial shyness melted away, replaced by an intensity from both sides. you felt him pull you in a bit tighter, his grip at your side steadying him just as much as you did.

when you broke apart, his gaze was flushed and his gaze bright with quiet awe as he took you in. "i've been waiting for that all day," he admitted with a breathless laugh, showing that little smile you couldn't help but coo over. you responded by leaning close, bumping your noses together, your own smile breaking through.

the night went on, the two of you sharing small kisses and light conversation, staying close.

[faithfulren]

mr. loverman

izuku midoriya has always been the pillar of hope and courage. but even heroes have their moments of vulnerability.

based on the song 'mr. loverman by ricky montgomery'

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

the hero society had its golden boy, izuku midoriya, the symbol of peace in training. to the world, he was the epitome of bravery and selflessness. but to you, he was simply izuku, the boy who loved too hard and carried too many burdens.

the dormitory was unusually quiet that night. the moonlight cast a somber glow through the window as you walked down the hallway. you paused in front of Izuku’s door, hesitating.

you knocked softly. “izuku? can i come in?”

his voice, usually so full of life, sounded hollow. “yeah, come in.”

you pushed the door open to find him sitting on his bed, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. he clutched a photo frame, his fingers tracing the outline of the picture inside. it was a photo of him with his mother, back when things were simpler, back when he didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

izuku looked up at you, forcing a small, sad smile. “just…thinking.”

you sat beside him, close enough to offer comfort but far enough to give him space. “about what?”

he sighed, the sound heavy with unshed tears. “everything. being a hero, protecting everyone…sometimes it feels like too much. like I’m drowning.”

your heart ached for him. you reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “you don’t have to carry it all alone, izuku. we’re all here for you.”

he shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. “but i’m the one who has to be strong. i’m the one who’s supposed to save everyone. what if i can’t?”

“izuku, it’s okay to feel like this. it’s okay to not be okay all the time,” you whispered, your own voice breaking.

he looked at you, vulnerability etched in every line of his face. “i’m scared,” he admitted. “i’m scared of failing, of losing everyone i care about. of losing you.”

"what am i supposed to do without you?"

your breath hitched. you had always been close, but this was the first time he had voiced such deep fears. “you won’t lose me, izuku. i promise.”

he broke then, sobbing quietly as you pulled him into your arms. you held him tightly, offering silent comfort as he let out all the pain he had been holding in.

“it’s okay,” you murmured, stroking his hair. “i’m here. i’ll always be here.”

in that moment, you vowed to be his anchor, his support. because even heroes needed someone to lean on.

the dawn was breaking when izuku finally fell asleep, exhaustion overtaking his grief. you stayed by his side, watching over him, your heart heavy but determined. you knew the road ahead would be tough, but you were ready to face it with him.

as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, you whispered a silent promise. “we’ll get through this together, izuku. i believe in you.”

the world might see him as a hero, but to you, he was more than that. he was izuku, the boy who loved deeply, who cared fiercely. and you would stand by him, no matter what.

[a-hobit]

There are not nearly enough “Izuku midoriya in denial” fics for me.

Katsuki has accepted and is trying to confess but Izuku won’t let him or constantly forces himself to only see what Katsuki says in a platonic way. Eventually Izuku is stressed and cornered. Katsuki tries confessing but Izuku childishly slams his palms over his ears — eyes squeezed shut. Katsuki is devastated and feels like Izuku must be burdened by his feelings so he just…stops trying to talk and his own eyes go cloudy while he fights back tears. Izuku can’t hear or see but somehow feels the air change around him.

He opens his eyes. He sees the person he cares most about with a hand clutched over his breaking heart and the other trying to wipe away the tears falling down his face — twisted into an expression so broken it’s something that Izuku can no longer ignore.

His own hands drop from his face to settle on quivering shoulders while he panics internally. He can feel blackwhip on the edges of his fingertips in a painful bid to be free of his iron will grasp on his own heart. It’s unceremoniously shoved back into that tight spot between his ribs that seems to ache with every uncontrolled hitch or sob in Katsuki’s breath while he tries desperately to understand what’s happened and how he can fix it unscathed.

Asking what’s wrong doesn’t seem to help and Katsuki only shakes harder and diggs deeper into his chest. His hands grow tight on the taller boys shoulders as Katsuki is able to scrape out the barest hint of his overwhelming feelings.

“Why won’t you let me? Are you angry with me now — disgusted? You let round face confess and gave her every bit of the kindness and compassion I know you have while rejecting her…don’t I deserve that too? The be able to speak and be spoken to? To love freely and hear an honest answer?”

“Will you not even look me in the eye so I can tell you the truth? That I love you?”

The thin thread of steel control that Izuku has been grasping to from that very first time he allowed himself to see, and love, and care, fully for the man in front of him snaps. Controlling that feeling has been the only way to keep blackwhip strangled and weak but the acknowledgment is paramount to the heavy door put on it with lock and key slamming open without mercy or thought.

Izuku suddenly let’s go of his companions shoulders to grasp desperately at his thin shirt — now covered in a foreboding inky blackness that seems intent on grasping something. Katsuki only has a moment of warning before he’s violently tugged straight to Izuku — their torsos knocking the air out of both of them in a rush. They’re both covered in strings of agitated looking tendrils that seem to tighten around them with every breath or unapproved move away from the other.

Izuku can feel the humiliation creep up his throat while his nose knocks into another. All he can see is twin red eyes that read to him as shocked. The blood finally reaches his face as he thrashes against the tight renforced hold that black whip — his own damn quirk!— has got them in. Quickly he ducks his head down and pulls at their restraint. He’s embarrassed and can’t choke out an apology fast enough.

“No!! I’m so sorry! I - I can’t make it stop — I don’t want you to hate me and I can’t even get control of my own quirk! God Kacchan please — !”

The tears are cold on his burning cheeks but there’s a soft hand to delicately wipe them away and gently pull Izuku’s face back into view. The other rests sweetly on his chest while Katsuki wears a unreadable look on his face. Their noses are close again and they can feel the breath the both let out unevenly.

Izuku’s eyes are wide and searching while Katsuki slides his hands over Izuku’s shoulders to clasp together around his neck. Katsuki’s head drops down in a thud against his collar bone while his own hands find themselves desperately grasping at his oldest friend’s school uniform. Not really caring about the creases he’s making his eyes squeeze out another tear or two before his head hits Katsuki’s collarbone in a mirror image.

They both take a moment to steady their breathing and hold each other like they’ve never been able to before.

Once they’ve both had their fill their heads pull up so they can meet eyes once more. Izuku feels a shutter come up his back as he croaks out a few words heavy with months of held back feeling.

“…you love me?”

Katsuki eyelids flutter and then pin Izuku with a fierce and determined expression.

“Yes. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you before you run away or make some lame excuse or fucking — put your hands over your ears?! Like a little kid?!”

He huffs petulantly and ironically child like in his own way. Izuku’s finally able to whisper out—

“…why?”

His eyes shoot wide as they take over Izuku’s face. He’s so lost for words he almost doesn’t hear the next confession.

“You — you don’t know me at all. You don’t know how selfish I am Kacchan…you haven’t seen me without you. I…I wanted Shigaraki dead when I saw what happened…it’s too much — and black whip! Just now didn’t even listen to me at all and just — took what I wanted! I don’t want you to be chained to someone so…so not worth your time Kacchan. You don’t deserve to be chained to my mistakes…my selfishness for you.”

“You don’t need such a burden to drag you down.”

Katsuki could only stare in disbelief that someone so forgiving, so loving, so kind could treat themselves so horrifically — could talk like that about themselves. It made his stomach turn watching Izuku fold more into himself with every nasty declaration of his own worthlessness. It fills him with so much anger he can’t help the venom in his voice when he replies.

“Who the hell do you think you are telling me what I can or can’t love?! It’s not your decision to make whether or not you’re a burden to me. As if I couldn’t handle you!”

[doumadono]

hi I wanted to send in an emergency request, I just had to cut my dad out of my life because of how he was. he was very toxic (cursing me and hitting me as a child. sometimes calling me names at the age of 19) I feel like maybe I should take it back because he's my father but I'm also scared cause he says he'll be better but always goes back on his word.

could I get comfort from izuku comfort the person crying when getting off the phone or any one who you think that would be best to comfort

no force <3

The bravest thing you can do - Izuku x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear about what you're going through. It takes incredible strength to make a decision like that, especially when it involves family. Remember, your well-being comes first, and it's okay to prioritize your own safety and happiness 🌟

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

As you hang up the phone, tears blur your vision, and the weight of your decision presses down on you like a heavy burden. Doubts swirl in your mind, questioning if you made the right choice by cutting your father out of your life. The hurtful memories replay in your mind, each one a sharp pang in your heart.

As you try to compose yourself, a gentle voice breaks through the turmoil.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Turning around, you see Izuku standing there, his expression filled with concern as he tilts his head like a puppy, observing you with his keen, emerald eyes. His eyes hold a warmth that instantly puts you at ease, as if he understands the pain you're going through.

Without a word, you shake your head, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Izuku steps closer. He wraps you in a comforting hug, his embrace strong yet gentle, as if he's silently promising to support you through this difficult time. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, I felt that way too, many, many times before, over many different things," Izuku says softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos. "You're not alone, and you're so brave for standing up for yourself. Forgive me, but I might have overheard a thing or two…" Izuku's voice is hesitant.

You lean into his embrace, finding comfort in his unwavering support. "I'm not sure if what I did is right," you whisper against his chest, sobbing quietly.

"Mind telling me what exactly happened?" he asks, his tone gentle.

You hesitate, unsure of how much to share, but the sincerity in Izuku's eyes encourages you to open up. "I just had to cut my dad out of my life," you confess, the words heavy with emotion. "He's been toxic for as long as I can remember, and I finally reached my breaking point."

"I know it's hard," Izuku whispers, his tone filled with understanding. "But sometimes, putting yourself first is the bravest thing you can do. You deserve to be treated with kindness and respect, no matter what. I'm so sorry you had to go through that though," he adds sincerely. "You must be feeling overwhelmed right now."

"I just don't know if I made the right decision," you admit, feeling the weight of doubt settle in your chest.

Izuku reaches out to place his hand on your shoulder. "It's natural to doubt yourself, especially when it comes to something as difficult as this," he says gently. "But sometimes, putting your own well-being first is the bravest thing you can do. That's the lesson Kacchan made me learn painfully well," he jokes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You take a shaky breath. "Do you really think so?"

Izuku nods, his conviction unwavering. "Absolutely. You deserve to be surrounded by people who lift you up, not bring you down. And if your father isn't capable of treating you with the love and respect you deserve, then you have every right to distance yourself from him."

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as Izuku's words sink in. For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to believe that you made the right decision, despite the pain it may bring. "Thank you, Izuku," you say, your voice choked with emotion. "I needed to hear that."

"I'm here for you, okay?" Izuku says, his voice gentle but firm.

As you lean into his comforting embrace, the tears slowly begin to subside, replaced by a sense of peace. Despite the uncertainty of the future, you know that you have a friend who will stand by you through thick and thin. And with that knowledge, you take your first steps towards healing, knowing that brighter days lie ahead.

[honey-words]

spider boy promises — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’re spider-man’s neighbor, his friend. but there’s still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones you’re too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst

wc: 1.3k

author’s note: part 2 of the spider boy series. thanks for all the love <3

You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.

Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.

When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.

Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.

You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.

“You stayed?” You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s Saturday.”

You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.

On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.

Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.

He smiled at you when your eyes met his. “Is it okay that I stayed?”

You nodded.

His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. “Promise?”

You smiled at his action. “Promise.”

You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?

The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriya’s lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.

Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.

He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.

You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.

By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.

“Your hair smells nice,” he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.”

He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.

——— * * * ———

When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.

You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.

He was wearing his suit, mask still on. “Midoriya?” you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. “Midoriya?”

You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. “Midoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fu—” you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.

“Y/N?”

“Thank god,” you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. “You scared me, you little shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. “Got back really tired.”

You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. “You’re okay?”

You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. “Did you use the full name card on me?”

You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. “It worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.

There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. “Need help getting to your place?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. “Okay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.”

The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.

So where the hell was he going?

——— * * * ———

You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up,” he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. “Moony kept me company.” An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.

He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.

“Where’d you go?”

His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.

“Out patrolling,” he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. “Following a lead.”

He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why can’t you tell me?” If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.

“I want to,” he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”

“Are you being safe?” you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.

He nodded. “Promise.”

Was he lying again?

“Okay. I trust you.”

Did you?

You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.

He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.

So where the hell was he?

masterlist

[izvmimi]

cw: hurt/comfort. izuku has one of many nightmares.

Izuku wakes up with a gasp, beads of cold sweat collecting on his forehead and fingers tightening around the clumped fabric of dampened sheets, and you are not beside him. 

There could be a million reasons why you’re not laid in the bed next to him, sleeping soundly enough that a fire wouldn’t wake you (yet another thing that worries him constantly), but none so clearly come to mind as the scenario in his dream.

You’re taken from him, and he is unable to save you. You disappear into a void, somewhere he cannot reach. You call his name and the desperate sound of your voice is heartbreaking... your face is wet with tears and begs him to come save you and-

Izuku bolts out of bed and searches.

He starts with the bathroom first, which is as pitch dark as the rest of the house and empty, and sparks begin to fly in his fearful arousal, the electric green slipping from beneath his skin.

“___!”

He calls your name and you don’t answer. He runs through the dark hallway to the living room, then to the kitchen, and he doesn’t see you but he sees the millions of ways he’s dreamt of your demise in his mind’s eye. You only know of a few of these nightmares; he’s spared you knowledge of the rest. 

He calls your name again, and this time it’s desperate, heart pounding in his chest. To think that he’d wake up from a nightmare and still be in it. His breathing is heavy, thick in his throat.

And then he remembers that there’s one place he hasn’t checked.

Pulling back the curtains covering the full length glass windows to the balcony, there’s a tremble in his fingers that he can’t ignore... but then he sees you.

You are leaning somewhat precariously over the railing, and he stands still, rigid even, watching you as you stare out into the city under the moonlight. You haven’t noticed that he is watching, not for a moment, humming softly under your breath. He’d berate you for being so careless, but it’s one of the things he’s loved about you. The fact that to you, the world is not so constantly full of danger, that you eschew the psychological burden of constant vigilance.

If he is the Symbol of Peace, you are Peace personified and made human.

Izuku considers for a moment that he shouldn’t startle you. There are earbuds in your ears and you’ll jump a mile high if he surprises you too quickly, but the desire to feel your skin, to remind himself that you are okay and safe and bad dreams are just bad dreams overtakes him.

The glass door slides open and you do notice despite the music in your ears, and turn to him, eyes wide.

“Babe...?” your lips move slower than the sound for some reason, Izuku thinks. Perhaps he is still half-asleep.

Nevertheless his arms wrap around your midsection; you are warm and you smell like cocoa and warm spices, and he clings to you tighter. He can feel your laugh run through your body.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. Despite his tight hold, you find a way to spin and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Why are you up?”

He murmurs into your neck.

“Bad dream.”

You tsk.

“Told you the milk before bed was a bad idea,” you tease.

He nods, green eyes soft in the moonlight, perhaps a little teary-eyed, more than you would expect. Your lips turn down in a gentle frown, and your hands reach up into his messy hair, scratching his scalp.

“It’ll be okay,” you offer. From here, you can still feel the residual of his heart pounding, and perhaps your heart speeds up just a little to match his. You stay joined for a few more moments, your arms sliding down to hug him lower. Your head presses against his chest, and your hearts align.

“Come back to bed,” he asks once enough time has passed. His voice is small, almost childlike.

You nod.

As you peel apart from each other, you hold his hand tightly. 

Settled back into the warmth of your shared bed, you let him hold you tightly, legs intertwined. He falls asleep first, with your palm rested on his cheek.

You watch him carefully, memorizing for the millionth time the curve of his now relaxed eyebrows, the shape of his nose, his lips, his closed eyes, his untensed jaw.

You wonder what worried him, remembering he has a lot on his mind, always, despite his charming, genuine smile. Everyone he feels tasked to protect, which is the whole world.

And you in turn, need only worry about one thing. Him.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

anyone who watched the recent episode and had complaints about the rest of 1-A not being on midoriya's level missed the entire point of both this arc and this episode. it's not that they were trying to be on par with midoriya, but they were trying to save him. midoriya is the glue that holds them together, him being tired, in pain and carrying a heavy burden means something to all of them respectively and they want to share that burden with him because he is their friend ! fuck the power scale for a second, let's talk about the impact that he has on all of them ? like tokoyami, shouji, the veritable outcasts that look to him for guidance, who feel like regular people with their mutant quirks, like lets be forreal, izuku needs to be saved and while he will wat to do things by himself, he shouldn't have to.

[neva-writes]

Katsuki couldn’t sleep.

The clock from the nightstand marked 2:00 A.M. He sighed heavily, changed his position and covered himself again with the sheets.

Fucking insomnia.

How easy it would be to not feel hurt by just staying out of his duty with the city… Ignoring the news, his cellphone, and any social media available, but no…

Being buried under the safety of the blankets of his dark room is not enough, because he is feeling everything and nothing at all at the same time.

The truth is that it’s more difficult than it seems because the damn voices on his mind won’t leave him alone.

‘Dynamight is such a disappointment, he couldn’t save that pregnant woman’; ‘two lives were lost due to the incompetence of that bull-headed pro-Hero, if we can still call him that’; ‘with this we learnt that not even the number one can keep us safe’.

The venomous words repeated on his head, over and over again, burdening him with a hefty weight on his chest.

They have been haunting him since the day of the tragedy, almost six months ago.

How can the civilians forget all the other occasions in which he saved Tokyo? How is it that this one mess up defined who kind of person he is now? Is he so worthless? Is he never going to measure up to their expectations?

He wished his boyfriend could be here with him, but he was called for a very important mission abroad. He was reluctant to leave because of Katsuki's situation, but the latter knew that his partner was a crucial piece for having success on catching this new criminal. A week has passed, and Katsuki missed the greenette so much, he has been missing him since he closed the door of their shared apartment.

Deku has been taking care of him in a way Katsuki never imagined.

The blond was grateful to whatever force in the world brought Deku back into his life, more in these moments when he felt as if he was underwater, unable to resurface because heavy chains are holding him below. It was so effortless to breath next to Izuku, to forget about his depression. To feel free and secure when waking up on his arms.

Izuku always opened the curtains to let the bright light come in. “Kacchan, it’s good for your soft skin”, he would say.

Also, contrary to what everyone thinks, Deku is an amazing cooker. The thing is that Katsuki is better at it. Shut up, he is, and he enjoys being on the kitchen so much, but lately, he didn’t even have the energy to make a simple sad sandwich. The emerald-eyed man would spoil him by making his favorite meals, especially spicy curry.

When arriving from hero-work, Izuku always prepares the tub with warm water for both of them. He washes Katsuki’s hair and body so devotedly, as if it was a temple. And sometimes, they ended up making love just in the way they know, with so much adoration and affection in every single touch.

“I wish you were here”, Katsuki mumbled.

As if his petition was heard by an unknown entity, the blond heard how the lock from the front door was moved suddenly. He sat down briefly.

“Izuku?”, Katsuki said out loud from the bed.

“I’m home”, Deku muttered when entering the room. He was wearing Katsuki’s hoodie and sweatpants.

“C’mere”, Katsuki spoke with his arms wide open.

Izuku immediately fell on top of him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Oof”, the air escaped the blond’s lungs.

“I missed you”, Izuku mentioned and Katsuki felt a characteristic sting on his eyes.

“Me too, babe, you don’t have an idea”, Katsuki’s voice cracked as he was held by his boyfriend. He reciprocated eagerly by hugging the other’s waist tighter and running his fingers through soft fluffy green locks.

The blond cupped Izuku’s face and met his lips in a tender kiss.

“You couldn’t sleep?”, Izuku questioned him once they were pressed chest to chest, cuddling into each other.

“I can now that you are here”, Katsuki answered honestly.

Izuku hummed.

“Tell me about your mission”.

Izuku rambled on and on, calming Katsuki with his voice and lulling him to sleep.

“Izuku… Please tell me I’ll be able to get over this… please”.

Deku knew what he was spouting of.

“I promise, Kacchan. You are going to heal. It’s okay to not feel strong right now, baby. I got you, and I’ll be by your side all the way. Do you believe me?”.

“Yes… Yes, I believe you… because it’s you”, the blond smiled.

No matter how many times Katsuki repeated him every day. His boyfriend would always reassure him that he was going to be able to find the light again. Hearing those words from Izuku made him have faith in that it was true, that this pain was temporary and going to pass.

When he pushed everyone away, Izuku stayed. No matter if Katsuki wasn’t even conversing with him or not giving him the attention he deserved as a result of his lack of mental and physical energy, Izuku always kept him company and comforted him through loving words and sweet caresses.

“Thank you for never giving up on me, Izuku”.

“You are always worth fighting for, Kacchan”.

“Deku?”, Katsuki whispered.

“Yes, love?”, Izuku responded.

“The old hag told me once that there was someone special for me out there, and I never believed her until I met you. Sometimes this feels too good to be true”. Katsuki cleared his throat. “You… you feel too good to be true, choosing to be with someone like me”.

Katsuki could feel how Izuku’s heartbeats accelerated. He glanced at him with watered viridian orbs.

“Someone like you? You are the best thing that ever happened to me, don’t you ever doubt that Kacchan. I’m sure that when you least think about it, you’ll be out there saving everyone again. No matter what people think, in my eyes you are amazing, and I hope that one day you see yourself as I see you. I’ll always stay by your side, I’ll be your anchor for as long as you need me to, for as long as you’ll have me…”, Izuku articulated.

Tears escaped Katsuki’s scarlet eyes.

“Fucking marry me”, Katsuki thought out loud.

“Okay, Kacchan”, Izuku affirmed.

“W-What?”, the blond stuttered.

“Yes, Katsuki. I’ll marry you”, Izuku replied with a confident smirk.

“I-I didn’t mean it!”, Katsuki panicked. “I blurted it out loud without thinking. I m-mean, shit! Please, don’t misunderstand me, of course I want you to marry me, you are the love of my life. Fucking hell, this is not how I wanted to ask you, I…”, the ruby-eyed man babbled endlessly in a very flustered state as his anxious brain ranted.

The greenette chuckled.

“You are overwhelmed right now, let’s talk about this in the morning, hmm?”, Izuku said before kissing his forehead.

“Yes”, Katsuki sighed in relief. “I love you, Izuku. So, so much”.

“I love you too”, Izuku countered back.

.

.

.

Many months after, with lots of effort through ups and downs, therapy and the support of his loved ones, specially his fiance, Dynamight built himself up again and came back to the hero field stronger than ever.

Fin. 🧡💚

/// The song “You Say” from Lauren Daigle (particularly the cover from Kenna Childs), inspired me to write this little drabble.

[kinkandkreep]

Izuku is such a sweetheart. 

He holds the door open for you and massages your feet after a long, tiring day.

He remembers important, seemingly insignificant details about you, like your favorite brand of fabric softener and exactly how long you like your donuts reheated in the microwave. 

He helps keep the house tidy: taking out the trash, washing the dishes and vacuuming on a regular basis. 

He makes sure that the flowers in your vases are regularly replaced with fresh ones, and he takes care of all the mini-maintenance jobs around the house, sometimes before you even realize that work needs to be done. 

He entertains all your moods and unfunny jokes, he loudly sings along with you to all your favorite jams and dances with you when you decide that sounds like fun.

He always makes time for you, showering you with love and affection and his full attention. 

He’s doting and caring, attentive and a great listener. 

Izuku Midoriya is undoubtedly a sweetheart. 

...

But for as mighty as he is, beneath his superhuman strength and superhuman ability to make you feel special, he’s also just a man, who needs that same energy reciprocated. 

He has bad days, where the burden becomes too heavy to carry alone. 

He gets tired, burnt out and weary. 

His muscles ache and his joints pop more than normal. 

The scars still throb and the tears still burn his eyes. 

He some days finds neither the strength nor the energy necessary to get out of bed. And it’s on these days when it seems the world needs him most. 

So, he gets up, gets ready and heads out with a bright smile that silently cries for help. 

And it’s then that you step in. 

To open the door for him to welcome him, and to massage his feet after a long, tiring day of being the People’s Hope. 

To help him remove his gear and support him as he barely stays awake in the shower. 

To usher him gently to bed, and kiss his forehead sweetly as he drifts into a much needed rest. 

To, as he sleeps, prepare his favorite meal, whose recipe you received from Mama Midoriya herself. 

To be there when he wakes, and inevitably sheds tears at your thoughtfulness. 

To feed him, at his request, and smile lovingly at him as he eats. 

To shower him with love and affection and your full attention. 

Izuku Midoriya is a sweetheart and undoubtedly a Symbol of Peace. 

And you? Well, you are his. 

[fightaers]

❛⠀— ❜ a lot of them are throwing good idea.

in truth, if izuku could still have prevented this, he thinks he still would have. this, of course, being the fact that his classmates will now surely be participating in the war, in fighting by him. it's ... unsettling, being at the centre of the discussion, not necessarily because he thinks he doesn't deserve to be there, but because, in that few breath as their voices mingle and intercept, izuku is slowly taking in the fact of how young they all were.

it's unfair, how they'd only gotten to UA, and already they were made to face such big threats. is it because of him ? of course, in a way, it's because of him. they've agreed to take the danger too, sure, and it lifts off some of the heavy burden on his shoulders, izuku couldn't deny that — but it still doesn't mean it isn't scary. any of them could've died, izuku thinks sombrely, their intermingled voices faded and muddled into one. any of them could have their lives robbed in the upcoming days because of me.

because of all-for-one.

though izuku doesn't say that aloud. he watches without watching, his heart slowly thundering inside his chest, before a voice holds his attention. when izuku blinks, it's to kirishima-kun, who's... whispering something. what...? izuku blinks, before, oh. a slow grateful smile curves his lips, and izuku nods — easy, quick. like his head hasn't been filled with the terror of their reality just a second before. ❛⠀nn, a cup of hot chocolate would be nice, wouldn't it, kirishima-kun ? ❜

@fightaers // B.NHA SC.

Crimson hues settle upon the returned hero, studying the other closely. In this room of raised voices and trading ideas he should be focusing on the plan as it comes together, but he's never been much of a strategist, and the sound is making his ears ring anyway. Instead he watches, following the main players, checking in with his friends, and finally settling on Midoriya. He can't imagine how it feels, going from being solo to enduring this cacophony, but even he can tell this plan's going nowhere quickly, so he pushes through the crowd to the green-haired hero's side.

"Hey, you wanna take a breather, dude?" he asks, voice lower to avoid drawing the attention of those near them. "They'll take a while to be ready to listen, y'know? We can go grab a drink or just take a walk... come back when they're ready..." He pauses, hand finding purchase against his nape and shoulders lifting in a shrug. "If you want, of course. No pressure."

[dead-boys-club]

†  loving : various.

❥ scenario: what it feels like loving __ ❥ requested ❥ this is a section post: a quote, short para, song association.

❥ this post includes: tomura. dabi. izuku.

❥ tomura.

"There’s beauty in ruin, in the pieces of what’s been broken but still remains. Loving him is finding art in chaos and choosing to stay when the storm comes."

Loving tomura feels like standing in the eye of a storm, where the world around you is spinning in disarray, yet there’s a strange serenity in the center. It’s like holding hands with a hurricane—palms scarred, fingers slightly shaking, but never letting go. You trace the lines of anger and sadness etched into his skin, memorizing the road map of pain and fury. There’s an undeniable fragility behind the edges he sharpens so fiercely; glimpses of vulnerability when he’s asleep, hair falling messily across his face. He clings to you like a lifeline, like a person finding warmth after a lifetime of cold. With him, moments of silence can speak louder than words, and it’s in those heavy pauses where trust builds its quiet foundation. It's laughter in the dark, late-night conversations over dim lights, and the way he hesitates before resting his head on your shoulder, like it's a permission he's never known. It’s knowing that chaos is his comfort but choosing to be the calm he never thought he’d find.

“Control” by Halsey This combination aims to capture the complexity and intensity of loving tomura — a balance between chaos and tenderness, darkness and fleeting moments of vulnerability.

❥ dabi.

"In the ashes, there’s something beautiful in what’s left behind. To love him is to understand the fragility of a flame, and to still choose to keep it burning."

Loving Dabi feels like walking through fire and learning not to flinch at the heat. It’s watching the embers in his eyes flare up when he talks about the world, a barely restrained inferno beneath a voice that rarely rises above a whisper. It’s the subtle moments—brushing a thumb over his scarred skin, feeling the rough patches that tell stories he won’t speak of. He laughs like he’s daring the world to try and break him again, and there’s something both reckless and alluring in the way he carries his pain like a badge of honor. With him, everything is intense—anger, passion, pain, love. It’s nights spent listening to his voice in the dark, his words clipped and sarcastic, yet softer than any flame. His warmth is a dangerous comfort, a reminder that to be near him is to risk getting burned, and yet… you stay. Because in the fleeting moments when he lets you in, when he leans his head against yours or lets you hold his hand without a word, it’s like finding a spark of hope in the middle of a wildfire.

“Young and Menace” by Fall Out Boy This captures the duality of loving Dabi — a constant dance between danger and vulnerability, intensity and fleeting softness.

❥ izuku.

"Loving him is like watching someone chase the horizon — not because they want to conquer it, but because they believe in the beauty of what’s beyond."

Imagery Paragraph: Loving izuku feels like watching a sunrise, a quiet resilience growing brighter with each passing moment. He’s a steady heartbeat in the chaos, the kind of warmth that finds you even on the coldest days. It’s feeling hope radiate from him like an unspoken promise, catching the softness in his eyes even when he doesn’t realize you’re looking. His hands, strong and scarred from carrying more than his share of burdens, hold yours with a tenderness that speaks of dreams he’s still learning to reach for. You see the weight of the world in his shoulders, yet he carries it with a smile, even when doubt lingers at the edges. He doesn’t ask for much — just someone to believe in him as fiercely as he believes in everyone else. It’s late-night talks about the future, the way his face lights up at the smallest victories, and how he keeps fighting not because he needs to prove something, but because he genuinely wants to help. Loving him is believing in the good, even when it feels impossible, because he makes you believe in it, too.

“Saturn” by Sleeping At Last This combination captures the unwavering hope, quiet strength, and tender resilience of loving izuku midoriya.

[treasuringizu]

izuku protects people. he takes care of them. it’s who he is, who he will always be.

it can be exhausting at times. the burden weighing heavily on his shoulders when he gets home. too tired to even take a shower or clean himself up properly and so he just crashes on the sofa, costume half taken off and legs dangling from the side. heavy when he loses another person right before his eyes and he can’t sleep properly for the next week, and then it happens again. heavy when he thinks of the possibilities of what could happen, happen to you.

but he knows if had the choice to do it all again, he would.

izuku protects you. he takes care of you. it’s what he wants to do, what he loves.

but he also loves how you protect him. how you take care of him. you leave him feeling so…loved. wanted. he cherishes that feeling. he cherishes you.

he loves how you take care of him in the little ways. how you prepare him some lunch in the mornings before he leaves because you know how he forgets to eat sometimes (a lot of times). how you hold him in your arms when it’s been a particularly rough day, ignoring how your shirt was steadily getting soaked and how he clung to you like if he let go the world might end.

how you give him a kiss on both of his cheeks, specifically his dimples everyday — before you guys separate and whenever you reunite — making him smile into your neck, the dimples in question deepening on his reddening face. how you always manage to say the right things to him when — or nothing at all — even when he himself doesn’t know he needs it.

izuku loves when you take care of him. he loves how you’re everything he could ever imagine and more. he loves that you love him. he loves you.

izuku protects you. you protect him.

[melancholycoachpotato]

Izuku has always had a problem of keeping things to himself... he's always tried to be the hero— always trying to carry all the heavy burdens on his own, doing his best to not bother anyone with his problems that he has always seen as burdens to others but will gladly carry everyone else's, never afraid to jump into action to save anyone from danger even if it may cost him his life. he's always been so giving but being ever so careful not to take too much for himself.

this selflessness is one of the many things that made you fall for him but as you got closer you ended up seeing it as one of his biggest flaws. he is always so ready to give his all to anyone and everyone, consistently seeing everyone's causes as his own- so attentive to everyone but himself.

they'll be days when Izuku will come back home from a long patrol, his eyes hollow, the light that shone so brightly- it was almost blinding is now struggling to keep it's warmth. cuts and bruises decorate his figure and he couldn't help but slouch as he walks into your shared apartment, you held your arms opened, trying your best to welcome him with a warm smile but you already know what happened— it was all over the news.

he tries to return it with just as much vigour but he can feel the bile quickly forming in his throat. his bottom lip is quivering and you can see the gloss in his eyes before he gives you a shaky breath and collapses into your hold.

"welcome back love" you gently say, one hand is patting his green locks and the other rubbing slow circles on his back— you can feel the tears dripping down the crook of your neck and your heart feels tight. he's shaking.

"I- I did my best"

"I know"

"but it wasn't good enough"

you don't know how to reply to that. Izuku was probably hoping to get scolded or atleast blamed for the damage that was caused but you don't have to do that, the media will probably do enough of that for you. so you squeeze him tighter trying your best to grasp hold of the flame that is currently trying its best to keep going.

you can't imagine the things he's seen— the people he's lost; so the most you can do is welcome him with open arms and a warm place to always come back home to, a place where he is free to break down under all the pressure, to whisper all his deepest fears and regrets, a place to vent out all his frustrations and despairs, a place he can gladly call home.

[tteokdoroki]

waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

[prettyboykatsuki]

ochako is trending on twitter and people are saying all sorts of things regarding her character development and relationship with izuku katsuki himiko and whatnot, let's hear something actually insightful and correct like your opinion, my sire *kneels down in reverence*

i actually wrote a long ass rant about this exact thing on my sideblog when i was on hiatus so im just gonna copy and paste it here.

tldr yes hori sucks at writing, no ochako is not poorly written - her development is very subtext heavy and subtlw

most if not all of the complaints people have for her is simply because she's the love interest for the main character. and it is true that even to someone who enjoys izuocha, i think that too much of ochako's character development is related to deku. enough that it's frustrating to read.

but it isn't entirely. her upbringing and financial instability causes her to bottle up her feelings and much of her arc is learning how to express herself with confidence and clarity. toga plays a HUGE role in that development but people love to smooth that over lol. in the war arc, she takes the mic from her fucking teacher, because she recognizes that people need to be calmed down and she does it quickly. she does her job as a rescue hero.

hk doesn't utilize women well. however people calling her inconsequential is fucking annoying, especially post chapters 322-325. her characterization is subtle and her role in the story is mainly support! not just to deku but to hero's in general, it contrasts her quirk! for how shitty some of hks writing his - the intentional emotional support and strength of ochakos character when her quirk is zero gravity is something i enjoy! very similar to kirishima who has an incredibly weak emotional constitution but who's quirk is hardening.

she has a lot of character facets and she isn't ever dead weight. consistently she holds her own. she uses her quirk well and she's both noble and uplifting but not in a way that hinders her classmates at all in battle. she's extremely useful and level-headed, and is comfortably encouraging whoever needs it.

her entire arc is learning emotional vulnerability. i truly think people overlook that this one of the main things she actually admires in deku. his consistent ability to throw himself at things and make mistakes is something she wants for herself because she spent her entire upbringing trying to burden her family as little possible.

one of the most important things in her arc is her confrontation with toga humanizes villains for her entirely, something that happens entirely without deku!!!!!

of course it can be frustrating. of course it could be better and it would be lovely if deku did anything for her back (my biggest gripe with them). but im so fucking tired of people saying her character is completely bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! it just isn't! true!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS GREAT!!!!!!!!