#kaito bakugou

[mamapyjama]

I reread Ao No Flag (Blue Flag) yesterday, and while I could go into a whole long post about similarities with our favourite childhood-friends-turned-love-interests, for now I just want to share the mangaka, Kaito’s, postscript mini-manga. In it he talks about how the story came to be, and I’ve highlighted a few bits that I found relevant.

First though, a few notes:

Ao no Flag was published by the Shonen Jump team in Jump+ (digital manga platform). This makes the context around the editors and serialisation an interesting insight into their process. Obviously the creators here would be given more freedom than in the main property, but it shows they are NOT averse to telling diverse stories.

Kaito is a male mangaka, just like Horikoshi, and also previously had manga serialised in the main Weekly Shonen Jump. Just like Horikoshi, his previous manga did not have queer themes.

The series started in 2017 and ended in 2020. It was not advertised/tagged as an lgbtq+ manga, and weekly readers were left guessing who the ‘endgame’ pairings would be. Throughout the serialisation, it became increasingly clear that this was a—at least one-sided—mlm love story.

Kaito worked with the Shonen Jump team to integrate themes of diversity and homosexuality into the manga. MHA certainly shares the theme of diversity.

Finally, he makes it clear that once the manga was serialised, he had the freedom to ‘do whatever’ he wanted, and that the production team were pleased and congratulatory when the manga went viral as soon as Toma’s actual love interest started to become clear. Having people talk about your story is good marketing, it’s good business sense.

Anyway, it’s a great read—a little verbose at times but very thoughtful and truly makes you reconsider your assumptions about the roles certain characters play in popular media. I just wish the final chapter had been expanded to let us really absorb it.

[epickiya722]

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[ultimateempath]

I WRITE FANFIC!

my ao3 username is the same as my tumblr one, UltimateEmpath! I have 3 Oumota one-shots, 1 kazuichi-centric one-shot, a handful of bakudeku & bakugo-centric fics (one which is an scp crossover) and more works to come in the future! Please check out my fics! (note: the mha ones have manga spoilers)

[sprytesukii]

you know me (better than i know myself)

bakugou katsuki x reader

katsuki is hopelessly in love with his best friend until you waltz into his life and warp it beyond his recognition.

rating: mature, 18+, MDNI

wc : 10.4k (holy fuck)

tags : mild to heavy angst, fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, gn!reader (they/them pronouns), afab!reader, unrequited love (not between reader and kats), depictions of mild depression, genderfluid!denki, queer!katsuki, reader has a quirk, oral (reader receiving), p-in-v intercourse, unprotected intercourse (wrap it b4 u tap it pls!), soft katsuki, and they were roommates :0, Not Beta Read, i think that’s it T^T

an: this is the first thing i’ve genuinely written in over a year and jesus it was like i was possessed writing it LMFAO incredibly self indulgent and i had a lot of fun writing it! i hope you guys enjoy it (pls rb n leave feedback pls pls pls)

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the warm light of the coffee table lamp casts a beautiful shadow across the planes of eijirou’s face — his sharp, angular nose, smooth cheekbones, plush lips that form a sheepish smile — and katsuki can’t even appreciate it, not with the absolute bullshit that pours from his best friend’s lips.

“the fuck you mean, you’re moving out?”

the words come out a lot harsher than katsuki intends, but he can’t even bring himself to feel guilty, not even when kiri’s face screws up in clear disappointment.

“well, uh, i told you, this new place is closer to my agency so it makes more sense. the commute’ll be much shorter and, uh…” he trails off then, a pretty pink blush spreading across his nose, highlighting the small spattering of freckles that katsuki is certain he’s the only one who’s ever noticed, a broiling heat setting alight in his stomach.

he feels like he might die.

“and.. kaito finally asked me to move in with him.”

there it is. fuckin’ kaito.

katsuki is far from an idiot — people call him a lot of names (brash, inconsiderate, a righteous asshole), but never dumb. they couldn’t unless they were outright lying.

part of what makes katsuki so intelligent is his observance.

of course he’s noticed eijirou’s late nights, his suspicious absences at group get togethers, the sweet smiles he makes as he taps at his phone screen, the fucking hickies.

bakugou katsuki is not stupid. he’s incredibly observant. especially when it comes to the massive crush he’s been harboring on his best friend for the last three years.

he’s not entirely sure when his reluctant tolerance of the bright redhead shifted to something more but he knows he’s been viciously, painfully pining over him day in and day out in the weeks (months, years) since.

and it’s not like kirishima hasn’t had partners before. he’s nearly impossible to resist with his intense attentiveness, his willingness to go above and beyond for those close to him, not to mention his insane physique, built from long hours out on the field and in the gym.

it’s no wonder katsuki has been in love with him for as long as he has been — eijirou is perfect.

perfectly imperfect, of course. he gets upset when katsuki sorts his clothes for him (“i’m an adult, okay? it makes me feel like you’re parenting me, man.”) or when he lectures him on his diet, or when he shuts him out after being friends for so long (when his feelings become too much to handle), but eijirou’s the only one who’s stayed.

katsuki has tried flings and a few more serious relationships but those have ended quickly because he’s just too much.

too loud. too frustrating. too closed off. too him.

but not for eijirou. never for eijirou.

that’s why when kiri mentioned he was talking to this new guy, he brushed it off. it would be like all the others who would eventually break it off because of the long hours at work or eijirou’s boundless enthusiasm and katsuki would be there to pick the sopping wet, heartbroken kiri off the ground and put him back together. they didn’t deserve him anyway.

but this kaito? apparently katsuki’s eagerness to ignore eijirou’s flings made him blind to what was happening — eiji wasn’t his anymore.

he’s moving out.

he’ll be gone forever.

subconsciously, katsuki realizes he’s been silent for far too long and that eijirou’s face has lost the hurt and is now painted with concern and confusion.

fuck, even now, he’s concerned. he cares so so much, except in the way katsuki craves.

“uh,” kirishima’s gentle voice breaks him from his thoughts, a big hand finding its way to katsuki’s knee, “are you okay dude?”

the touch sears through the expensive black joggers katsuki is wearing and he flinches so hard, he jostles the coffee table to his side. he barely sees kirishima’s brows furrow as he launches himself to standing, the telltale burn behind his eyes signaling the incoming wave of tears.

he can’t see katsuki like this, he fucking can’t.

katsuki marches to the kitchen, opening up the fridge and blankly staring into it while he tries to will the water back into his face and still the turmoil burning in his chest.

it feels like he’s aflame, like he’s suffocating, drowning.

he can hear kirishima’s steps behind him but thankfully stopping a reasonable distance away as he calls his name again, desperation coloring the word.

fuck.

with everything he has in him, katsuki grabs a random bottle from the refrigerator (a smoothie eijirou made for him with far too much kale and too little milk and a little note attached with his name and a smiley face. he’s gonna be sick.) and turns to face him, a strained, shaky grimace painting his lips.

“that’s-“ his voice cracks hard and he desperately clears his throat, blinking hard when he sees eijirou reach out for him and stop. “that’s fuckin’— that’s great. ‘m happy for you.”

the words feel like glass inching their way out of his throat and while he knows he sounds anything but, the words seem to do the trick, kirishima’s face lighting up like a fucking christmas tree.

“that means so much to me, man!” this time, he doesn’t stop himself from wrapping katsuki up in a hug, the full body contact sending a wracking shiver through his body. “and don’t worry! we’ll still hang out all the time and i’ll — yes! — finally be able to introduce you to kaito — you’re gonna love him, and-“

katsuki has to tune him out, if just to keep a hold on his sanity because otherwise, he’s gonna break.

he keeps it together through the rest of the conversation about kaito, tuning in only to give time appropriate grunts and hums while pretending like his entire world isn’t imploding in on itself.

he keeps it together, miraculously, as kirishima packs up his things, the evidence of their entwined lives for the past five years disappearing into cardboard boxes over the span of a few weeks.

he even keeps it together when he meets kaito on the move out date, even if it’s just barely. kaito is handsome — tall, taller than katsuki, with windswept brown hair, bright brown eyes and a dimple in his left cheek. if he wasn’t so fucking in love with eiji, he wouldn’t mind taking a piece out of him, but as it were, the sight of kaito makes him genuinely sick to his stomach.

it’s even worse that kaito is so nice. his quirk is even nicer — some nature type that makes it impossible for plants to die when touched by him. they turn to him like he’s the fucking sun and eiji does too.

by the time all kirishima’s stuff is packed up in the back of kaito’s truck, bile is burning at the back of katsuki’s throat as he says his final goodbye to kiri in the way of a bone crushing hug that doesn’t last as long as he wishes, as he craves.

kiri sends him a blinding smile as he climbs into the passenger seat of the truck, looking all too at home against the worn blue leather seats.

it’s now when katsuki wishes he was a little less observant because the hand kaito gently places on kirishima’s thigh and the subsequent full body blush makes him sick.

he waits on the curb the appropriate amount of time as the pair drive away before racing back into his building, up the stairs, into his unit and straight to the bathroom, kneeling over the toilet and heaving, chills wracking his body despite the sweat on his brow.

nothing comes out (praise whoever above because katsuki hates vomiting) and he slumps against the porcelain, resting his heated skin against the toilet seat.

he thought… fuck, katsuki has no idea what he thought, but he didn’t expect it to hurt this bad. he feels a little like he’s dying and lot like he’ll never be okay again. that kirishima walked out with his heart and all he’ll be for the rest of his life is a walking husk of a human being.

a wave of nausea overtakes him again and he debates leaning back over the toilet, but exhaustion overwhelms him and he falls asleep against the wall of his bathroom, sweaty, sick, and heartbroken.

(the next morning, he wakes up to a pounding headache and two texts from eijirou.

he drinks a shit ton of water first and pops an advil before opening the messages.

EIJI (18:21) : just got to kaito’s! dude it’s so nice i can’t believe ill be living here now ><

katsuki has to take a deep breath to fight against the wave of pain that hits him right in the gut, but he keeps reading, the second text simultaneously warming him and twisting the knife.

EIJI (18:25) : i’m gonna miss you so much kats T^T so weird living without you

he stares at the message until his vision swims before liking the second message and turning off his phone, tossing it onto the couch and trudging to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.)

the next few weeks prove to be incredibly difficult.

a new case is brought to best jeanist’s desk and as the best sidekick at the agency, he’s placed in charge of heading the search and capture of an elusive invisibility quirk villain.

the days are long and exhausting, and more often than not, he doesn’t even have time to miss kirishima or notice his things missing from the apartment — he gets home, makes a barebones meal and collapses on the couch for what feels like a four hour nap until he has to turn back around and do it all over again.

it’s sustainable until it isn’t.

a few too many missed meals and restless hours of sleep has him passing out in a morning briefing, prompting best jeanist to send him home for a mandatory two week “vacation.”

it’s a prison sentence, is what it is.

at home, there’s nothing to distract him from the utter lack of kirishima, from the idea that the one person who has seen all of him and loved him anyway has left.

most days it’s too much to bear, so instead, he sleeps.

the usual tidiness of his space slowly deteriorates as he wastes away, waking only to scarf down whatever is left in his refrigerator before going right back to bed.

his friends text him often — hanta, denki, even fuckin’ hitoshi — but he ignores them all. the texts from kirishima are the hardest to delete, all concerned words and pleas for them to just talk, but he does it anyway.

it’s better this way, he tells himself. this way, no one else is dragged down by his self pity.

izuku ends up being the one to break the streak on day nine of radio silence.

a knock resounds at his door and he ignores it, pulling his blankets high above his mussed blonde hair, effectively hiding him from view as he hopes whoever is there spontaneously combusts or, better yet, just leaves.

when the knocks stop, he believes the latter has just occurred and he sighs in relief, completely missing the sound of metal creaking and his doorknob falling to the ground.

he’s debating on taking another melatonin to find the sweet release of sleep once more when his bedroom door opens up and he startles, launching up out of bed, hands and quirk at the ready to destroy the intruder, but he’s slow, too slow.

izuku is on him in a moment, pinning him to the bed and disregarding his gnashing teeth and cursing to look him over with a detached gaze.

“katsuki,” he says, voice firm in effectively shutting him up, despite the way he wriggles for freedom (so ineffectively, it’s embarrassing), “you look like dogshit.”

a harsh bark of laughter escapes katsuki’s throat and even from his angle where he’s pressed into his pillows, he sees izuku’s expression soften.

“you’ve lost your tact, deku,” he responds, his words gravelly from disuse. izuku scoffs but lets him up, taking a step over a pile of clothes on the ground to lean against the desk opposite of the bed.

with his newfound freedom, katsuki sits up, absentmindedly rubbing his now sore shoulder, the pain oddly grounding. izuku watches the motion with the intense focus he’s carried throughout his entire life, though he’s a far cry from the boy who used to break his bones and cry over injured birds.

now, he’s built like a brick house, forest green curls tapered into a flattering modern undercut, the fat from his cheeks transforming into something more chiseled and adult. his eyes aren’t as soft either — they’re tired and, as he looks at katsuki’s form, tinged with worry.

“where have you been? no one has heard from you in a week.”

katsuki rolls his eyes, looking away from the gaze that pins him, the gaze he tried so hard to get to look at him without fear. there isn’t a hint of fear in them now, but katsuki is afraid there’ll be disappointment and that’s almost worse.

“none of your fuckin’ business,” he grunts out and he immediately knows it was the wrong response. besides eijirou, izuku knows him the best and after all they’ve been through, he doesn’t deserve this.

he never deserved any of it.

with that thought spinning around in his head, katsuki rubs a hand over his face with a quiet curse, leaning back against the headboard.

“fuck, i’m sorry,” it comes out as a mutter, but its effect on izuku is instantaneous. the previous hardness of his expression melts and he moves closer, his bushy brows furrowing together. katsuki can barely look at him but he does anyway, he makes himself. izuku deserves that much (he deserves so much more but one day at a time).

“we’re just worried about you,” izuku says quietly but without pity. never pity. “what’s going on?”

maybe it’s the way izuku’s freckled face reminds him far too much of eijirou’s own spattering of constellations or maybe it’s the fact katsuki hasn’t eaten in over fifteen hours, but he shatters in that moment, crystal tears filling up carmine eyes.

if izuku is startled at katsuki’s sudden change of emotions, he doesn’t show it, instead moving to envelop katsuki in his arms, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of his shoulder and let go.

katsuki tells him everything and by the end of it, his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton and his eyes are puffy and red, but he feels better than he did all week.

izuku just looks thoughtful from his place sitting near the end of katsuki’s bed, the pair parting somewhere in between katsuki’s admission of throwing up when seeing kaito and kirishima together and his accidental confession of stealing one of eijirou’s hoodies from one of the boxes (it sits right under his pillow, but izuku doesn’t need to know that).

“i’m really sorry, katsuki. that fucking sucks,” izuku ends up saying and katsuki’s initial reaction is anger. he spills his heart and guts out to izuku and all he gets is that sucks? but when he opens his mouth to give deku a piece of his mind, he realizes that it does suck. it sucks royal ass and there’s nothing he or izuku can do to fix it - at least not yet - but the acknowledgment, without any attempt to give advice or make everything better, does wonders for katsuki.

he pushes out a watery laugh, his lip ticking up into a smile - for the first time in weeks - and izuku lights up a little. “yeah. it really fuckin’ does.”

the smile izuku sends back is blinding and for the one thousandth time, katsuki is reminded why the symbol of peace is just that.

they talk for a little while longer before izuku forces katsuki into the shower. he takes a long time, letting the scalding hot water turn cold before he emerges to find that his childhood best friend has started cleaning up the mess that has become of his apartment.

katsuki watches on for a moment until izuku raises an eyebrow at him and offers him a trash bag which he takes wordlessly, a wave of affection crashing over him so quickly tears come to his eyes. he blinks them away but he doesn’t miss the knowing smile izuku sends his way.

the pair work together in relative silence until the apartment is spotless and katsuki’s stomach is grumbling something fierce. izuku makes his way to the fridge but is met with nothing but a half carton of eggs and a rotting smoothie in the far corner, a sticky note attached to the lid. he fixes katsuki with a small, sad smile before digging through his drawers for a takeout menu.

when the food arrives, katsuki finishes it in record time and he can’t tell if it’s the fact they remembered to make it extra spicy or if it’s because he literally can’t remember the last time he had an actual meal, but it’s the best thing he’s eaten in a long time.

after they finish, izuku turns on the television and they both spend the evening shit talking a d-list hero film until they fall asleep on the couch, bodies slumped against one another, holding each other up.

—

that night seems to have knocked something loose in katsuki because the next morning, he wakes with his first alarm and heads to the gym for the first time since his mandatory vacation. by the end of it, his arms are burning from quirk overuse and he’s completely wiped, but he feels more like himself than he has in ages.

he finally texts his friends back (barring one) and they greet him back with high levels of enthusiasm and concern. it feels good to be received back into the fold with the love he’d thought he’d lost, his cheeks hurting with how much he’s smiling as the messages roll in.

katsuki finishes out his sentence and goes back to work on the fourteenth day with an earnest apology to best jeanist and a new lead on the villain after pouring over the case files in between hyperintensive workouts at the gym. best jeanist is quietly impressed, but the squeeze to the shoulder he gives katsuki tells him he was more worried about him than he let on.

the next few weeks pass in a blur, but this time it’s more pleasant. he watches shitty movies with izuku, deletes instagram when he sees a photo of kaito and kirishima on holiday in america, starts attending a pottery class on the weekends he has off with mina and denki, continues to ignore the texts from eijirou that are becoming more and more infrequent as time goes on, smokes with hanta and shinsou one evening and laughs harder than he ever has, and life feels like it’s slowly gaining its footing once again.

he realizes three months after kirishima had moved out that he should probably start looking for a new roommate or downgrade to something more reasonable. he seriously considers the latter, but when he looks at the space he cultivated right after he graduated from ua, he realizes he can’t quite give the place up.

he posts an ad on craigslist that night.

the next time the group goes drinking (kirishima is suspiciously absent, despite his reentry into the country a few days prior — mina mentioned it), katsuki brings up his roommate problem and denki latches on, his cheeks pleasantly flushed from the wine he’s been sipping on.

“oh, oh! i know - i know the perrrrfeeccttt roommate for you,” he slurs, toying with the earring dangling from his ear and fixing his excited gaze on katsuki’s face. “they’re like.. the besttt, dude, you’d - you’d love them.”

the words are vague, but when katsuki opens up his mouth to ask for more details, denki’s eyes widen and he rushes off to the bathroom, a hand over his mouth, nearly tripping over the his platform shoes and maxi skirt.

the topic of the roommate is quickly forgotten then, but it resurfaces a few days later at pottery class.

katsuki is glaring holes into the side of his slightly lopsided vase on the pottery wheel, internally going through the steps to see where he went wrong. denki to the left of him laughs and chatters as he makes his, frankly, hideous ceramic, the clay warped beyond recognition.

something in his one-sided conversation brings his attention to katsuki who’s startled at the sound of his name coming from denki’s mouth.

“yo, you still looking for a roommate?” he asks, tilting his head as a strand of hair falls from the lengthening ponytail at the back of his head. without alcohol in his system, denki looks a little more hesitant to be approaching this topic, but does so when he isn’t met with a howitzer to the face.

the group doesn’t know much of anything, just that kirishima and katsuki aren’t talking, so they tend to tread lightly around the subject. katsuki appreciates it, genuinely, but he’s not going to shatter at the sound of eijirou’s name - not anymore. it hurts still, of course, but the pain has dulled to a steady hum that he can ignore if he tries hard enough.

“yeah,” he grunts, turning his eyes back at his vase. “why? you got someone in mind?”

denki grins, showing off the lightning tooth gems on his canine. “hell yeah! i’ll give you their number — they teach the watercolor class here on tuesdays and they’re so cool.”

he speaks about you with obvious adoration and katsuki belatedly wonders if the two of you are dating, but doesn’t voice this curiousity, instead wordlessly handing denki his phone to put in your contact as “ROOMIE” with what feels like a hundred paint emojis after it. katsuki smiles at his friend’s antics and can’t quite bring himself to change it.

the colorful contact remains untouched for about another week until he gets a rent notice and remembers the little paint palettes in his phone.

in the middle of his morning workout, he taps out a quick text to you, before tossing his phone to the side and promptly forgetting about it.

katsuki [09:27] : Hey. I’m Bakugou. Denki gave me your number. I’m looking for a roommate. You interested?

ROOMIE [10:16] : oh hey yeah i’m interested

ROOMIE [10:17] : do you want 2 meet td

ROOMIE [10:17] : i’m at the cafe on 5th n cherry

ROOMIE [10:17] : in the back

ROOMIE [10:19] : i’ll b here 4 a while

ROOMIE [10:19] : just come whenever

katsuki only sees the message at the end of his workout a half hour later. the number of messages in a row and less than ideal grammar makes him turn up his nose but he quickly taps out an affirmative, before dapping izuku up and heading to the showers.

he makes it to the cafe twenty minutes later, scanning the place to see what he assumes is you tucked away in the back corner, your table full with books, papers, paints, your laptop and at least four empty cups of coffee.

katsuki raises an eyebrow at the sight but walks over anyway, telling himself he’s doing denki a favor by meeting someone he thinks so highly of so he won’t feel too bad when he tells him it’s not going to work out.

you don’t look up when he stops at your table, too occupied with the piece of art in front of you, your face twisted up in intense concentration.

you’re quite pretty, he notes subconsciously, the hard set of your eyes and one track focus reminding him an awful lot of himself when he’s swept into a difficult case. your complete unawareness gives him more time to take you in, though, so he can’t even bring himself to be too annoyed.

you’re wearing a bright yellow chargebolt hoodie that clashes terribly with your garishly pink acid queen baggy sweatpants. a pair of cellophane socks cover your feet where they’re stretched out in the seat across from you and your shoes (made to look like the red ones from deku’s costume, jesus christ) sit haphazardly beneath the table, empty.

it’s such a bizarre sight, katsuki almost laughs — almost — but he doesn’t, instead opting to knock your feet off the chair opposite you so he can sit down.

“a big fan of heroes, huh?” he asks, the action coupled with his words startling you so bad, your knees hit the underside of the table, threatening to upend all the precariously balanced objects decorating the surface.

you look angry at first before you realize who it is and once you do, you just look relieved. it’s an unusual reaction, one katsuki rarely gets from anyone who isn’t actively in danger, especially strangers.

“you scared the absolute shit out of me,” you say tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face and sighing. katsuki watches you recognize your own impoliteness in real time, a sheepish smile spreading across your lips.

pretty.

“fuck, sorry,” you extend a paint splotched hand to him and he takes it, shaking it firmly before it falls back to his side, fingers tingling. “i get super into shit and completely forget where i am. kami gets onto me about it all the time. says i’m prime villain bait or some shit. i think he’s saying it most of the time to freak me out, but he might actually be right. don’t ever tell him i said that though.”

katsuki can’t help but stare at you as you ramble at him with the familiarity of someone who’s known him for months, not just a few minutes. it’s uncomfortable in a strangely nice way and he can feel his muscles loosen as the nerves melt away.

“aw fuck, i’m sorry again. i didn’t introduce myself.”

you give him your name, offering your hand out for him to shake once more which he does with an amused look painting his expression. you don’t seem to notice, your attention being grabbed by the piece in front of you again.

“i’m bakugou,” he offers after a moment of silence. you don’t even look up when you respond.

“i know. you sent me that text, remember? also you’re like, super fucking famous, dynamight,” you look up at him through your lashes, teasing, and heat unexpectedly blooms on the back of his neck.

what the fuck?

in a bid to gain back control of the conversation (and himself) katsuki asks, “what’re you workin’ on? dunceface said you’re a painter or some shit.”

your nose crinkles at the moniker, but you don’t say anything about it, instead turning the sketchbook around for katsuki to look at it.

the piece is stunning, but it’s visceral and he can’t help but lean back a little when looking at it, stomach dropping.

a deer lays on the ground, gutted, blood, guts and viscera pouring out of its abdomen as a figure just out of frame reaches inside and pulls out its heart.

katsuki is disgusted but intrigued and that feeling only amplifies when you press a finger to the painting and activate your quirk.

suddenly, the hand in the painting moves so realistically he flinches — he can hear the deer’s heart beat, can hear the way the blood trickles through the blades of grass, can smell the coppery tang and can feel the rush of spring wind blowing past his face.

it’s like he’s there, in the piece, and he feels both a little sick and also so alive.

“holy fuck,” he whispers, shivering, and you laugh, deactivating your quirk, bringing him back to the real world. the sounds of the cafe flood in, replacing the smell of blood and spring fields with coffee and loose tea leaves. he shakes his head, eyes a little blown when they look at you.

your expression is playfully amused as you bring your sketchbook closer to your person, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“sorry,” you offer, but you don’t sound very sorry at all, “should’ve asked before i used my quirk on you. not everyone likes that shit.”

the words are so nonchalant but you look like you’re poised to watch him get up and leave, never looking back. katsuki doesn’t think he could leave if he tried.

“nah,” his voice feels raw so he tries to clear it but the feeling doesn’t go away. “you’re good. just surprised me, ‘s all.”

your mouth parts in muted surprise and you tilt your head, appraising him like you’re seeing him for the first time. katsuki feels surprisingly bare as you study him, but he doesn’t drop his eye contact, despite the heavy pounding of his heart from your intensity.

the pair of you sit in silence like that for a moment or two longer before you break it, asking him if he wants something to drink. before he can tell you he doesn’t drink coffee though, you flag down the waiter, ask for a hot cup of tea (“darjeeling or oolong,” you ask the waiter, not even sparing katsuki another glance, “he doesn’t look like he fucks with green tea.” it’s true. he doesn’t. his heart does a stutter step in his chest.) and when it arrives to the table, katsuki asks you to move in with him.

you agree.

—

the move in process is so quick and easy that when it’s done, it feels like you’ve been living there for years.

your belongings integrate seamlessly into his own. your books about art history and watercolor technique find their way onto his bookshelves filled with classic japanese literature and hero history.

(he comes home one day to see you propped up on the couch with a thick book on the origin of quirks and heroism in japan that you stole borrowed from his collection. he just cocks his head at you when you meet his gaze and you shrug.

“i’m not japanese, i don’t know any of this shit,” you say in way of an explanation. “besides, this is important to you. i wanna learn.”

you turn back to your book like you didn’t just completely shake the foundation of katsuki’s world for a moment and he stumbles off to the kitchen, heat burning at the tips of his ears.)

your plants find their way on every windowsill and while, once upon a time, it would’ve made him think of kaito and that sick, curling jealousy would wrap around his chest and squeeze, now? it just makes him think of you.

(it helps you can’t really keep them alive so nearly every other week the two of you are replanting something new in the pots and vases katsuki makes in pottery class.)

your favorite foods join his in the refrigerator and the two of you take your meals together more often than not. katsuki cooks and you clean, either eating on the couch while watching a documentary or at the dining room table as you talk and talk and talk.

(the first time katsuki misses dinner, you wait up for him, even forgoing your own meal to eat with him when he returns at 2 in the morning.

“don’t do that shit again,” he grumbles when he finds out what you’ve done, his scarlet eyes piercing your own. you shrug, unafraid, tired eyes trailing lazily over his tank top clad form.

“don’t tell me what to do,” you retort after a moment, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “i like eating with you.”

your honesty, unabashed and loud, always bowls him over and he has to take a sip of his ice water to feel steady again.)

the relationship between the two of you is easy, for once, and katsuki finds himself looking forward to coming home, to you and your witty comments, sharp intelligence, and your uncanny ability to see right through him.

he swears it must be a hidden quirk, the way you seem to just know — know what he wants and needs without even asking and your accuracy rate is pretty much unbeatable.

after a particularly bad mission where the property damage is unusually high and the civilian casualties match, the leading hero news journalist puts out a scathing piece about him, sending him into an emotional spiral.

you find him that afternoon, curled up in bed, staring at the window blankly. you crawl up in bed beside him and you don’t speak, don’t offer him coddling words of “everything’s gonna be okay,” or “you did the best you could,” because if that was katuski’s best, he doesn’t fucking deserve to be a hero. not at all.

but no, you don’t offer him empty words of placation. instead, you brush a lock of his hair off of his forehead and look at him with that all-seeing gaze, your expression neither soft nor hard, but understanding.

“you’re not gonna let that shit happen again, right?” you ask, tilting your head. katsuki shakes his head vehemently, the mere notion of the same amount of dead bodies on his watch sending a fire through his chest as he sits up.

“fuck no.”

“good. now come here, i painted something new and i need to see if i get ‘good job’ or ‘holy fuck that’s shitty’ eyebrows from you.”

and that’s that.

you’ve even given him a nickname and it inexplicably makes his skin feel tight, like he needs to tear it off and show you, like it’s a display of how you make him feel.

it’s a lazy sunday afternoon, one he’s required to take off by best jeanist, and he’s spent it next to you on the couch, listening to a few of your records while you paint a forest scene, a skittish doe front and center with rivulets of water streaming from beneath it.

occasionally, you’ll activate your quirk and katsuki can suddenly hear birds chirping and the creak of the wood before he’s back in your cramped flat, the sounds of city sounding below.

it’s jarring and yet, comforting, both your presence and the quirk, in a way that still doesn’t make sense to him yet.

“bambi, are you even listening to me?” the term of what he assumes is endearment startles him out of his thoughts and he eyes dart to yours, an amused expression on your your brow.

“who the fuck are you callin’ bambi?” in his shock, he can hardly conjure up the ability to sound pissed, confusion instead hijacking his words, making them come out soft and gruff.

“you, idiot,” you reply, like it makes all the sense in the world. “you’re like a deer to me. something in you is skittish, afraid and yet, you’re still so beautiful.”

what the fuck.

katsuki’s breath completely evaporates from his lungs and he feels like he’s going to pass out at your frank words. it doesn’t help that you don’t break eye contact or look embarrassed to have said something so, so… intimate.

he can’t even begin to parse through how to respond to something like that, but you know that too, flicking a little bit of paint water at him with the tip of your brush. he sees the olive branch for what it is and he grabs it with both hands, the annoyed sound rising from his throat on autopilot as you laugh, but your eyes are still so knowing.

he thinks about that day everyday after with sickening butterflies flapping around in his stomach and those only magnify when you choose to call him the new nickname every single chance you get.

katsuki would not dream of stopping you.

—

it’s about two months into you moving in with him and he’s going out drinking with the squad. he’s invited you about thirty times but every time you decline, citing that you’re behind on grading art projects and that show you were looking forward to is airing tonight.

(you’re a substitute art teacher at the local elementary school, a fact that genuinely shocked katsuki when he found out.

you’d laughed, wide and unapologetic at his reaction.

“i know i’ve got quite the potty mouth but i clean it up for the kids,” you say, eyes twinkling. “they kinda love me, i think, but it might just be the bob ross videos i put on for them every friday.”)

katsuki chooses not to push but he knows that he’ll end up cutting the night short, just so he can sprawl next to you on the couch and watch you paint.

you seem to know it too (how?? secret quirk, it must be) if the knowing look you give him isn’t enough as he goes to change.

when he returns to the living room, he’s clad in a nice black button down that’s unbuttoned enough to show off the strong planes of his chest and his thin gold chain, and a pair of black jeans that fit him and his tiny waist incredibly well.

katsuki knows he looks good in this outfit, but he finds himself uncharacteristically nervous as he stands in front of you, your eyes dragging down his body as slow as molasses, igniting the skin as though it was a physical touch.

your eyes meet his once again, molten and hot, and katsuki’s knees nearly buckle at the sight. he’s never seen you look like that - not at him, not at anyone, and he finds that he quite likes to be the center of your attention in this way.

“you clean up nicely, bambi,” you murmur, your voice a lower timber in comparison to your normal speech.

the blush spreads immediately to all visible parts of his body and he can fucking see you holding back a grin. “fuck off,” is all he can say before he spins on his heel, grabs his keys, and marches out the door.

it takes everything in him to continue walking, out and up to the train station and then to the bar, because all he wants to do is turn right back around, back to your home and back to that lava-like gaze you pinned him with earlier.

it’s you that’s racing around in his mind when he pushes the door open to the bar, but all thoughts come to a complete, grinding halt when he sees kirishima at their usual table, surrounded by all their friends and grinning like he’d never left.

he looks different - after all, it’s been about a year since katsuki had seen him last. his hair is longer and his roots are grown out, his skin has taken on such a warm glow and it, impossibly, seems like he’s gotten even bigger somehow.

it’s also impossible to miss the black band on his ring finger signaling a new engagement ring which he figures is what they’re meant to be celebrating tonight, eyes belatedly catching on the comically tiny “i’m engaged!” sash hanging around his chest.

the sight of kirishima sends the most heinous bolt of anxiety through katsuki and now he really just wants to call you to come get him and take him home, to make him forget all about his unrequited love. he moves backwards to do just that, but he’s already been spotted by kirishima himself.

fuck.

katsuki is frozen as kirishima’s happy expression falters when he meets his eyes, cycling through shock, disbelief, stark hurt and then utter relief.

he can see the way kiri’s mouth forms “katsuki” from a distance as he puts down his drink and moves towards him, his feet completely frozen until they’re standing face to face (face to chest, really) for the first time in months.

“hey,” kirishima says, hesitantly, breathlessly, as his hands flutter uselessly at his sides, like he wants to just pick katsuki up but is stopping himself. “can we, uh, can we go outside and talk?”

katsuki just nods because what else is supposed to do? and as they move out, he catches the worried gazes of their friends watching the pair of them from the table. denki and izuku, the latter of whom knows the most (everything) and the former who managed to figure most of it out on his own.

(“takes one to know one,” he’d said, bitterly when he’d confronted katsuki a few weeks ago about his unexplained mandatory leave all those months ago. katsuki was confused until kaminari flipped around his phone to reveal a photo of him and hanta pressed tightly together in an embrace that was strictly platonic and yet, horribly intimate.

katsuki’s lips drew together into a tight line as he settled against the brick wall kami was leaning against, trying to light the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

“you’re too good for plain face,” he says after a moment, attempting to channel his inner you, blunt and honest. “you’re gonna find someone better.” and just like all his thoughts as of recently, they’d flitted right back to you.

denki had watched his face carefully, cigarette unlit, a thoughtful look crossing his own expression.

“yeah,” he concedes, “i will, won’t i?”)

katsuki gives the pair of them a nod, holding up a hand to izuku who looks like he wants to follow them out of the bar, despite the pounding in his chest and the way he suddenly feels unsteady on his feet as they leave the building to step right back out into the cool, fall air.

kirishima’s stance is awkward and since neither of them smoke, they both just stand there, barely looking at each other and waiting for the other person to speak up first.

“fuckin’ hell- what’d you wanna talk about kirishima?” katsuki grits out, tired of the waiting game and suddenly, immediately, so exhausted. all he wants to do is be curled up beside you, with your all seeing eyes and gentle utterances of “bambi” in his ear.

the tact he’d lost in his haste to get this over with stings kirishima whose brows furrow in annoyance. “what do i want to talk about? i haven’t seen you in a year, bakugou, not since i moved out and you completely cut me off with no explanation whatsoever. i want to know why. what - what did i do wrong?”

his voice breaks on the last word and it sounds so sad, so uncharacteristically eijirou, that katsuki flinches, finally looking over at kirishima to see a broken, pleading man who lost his best friend for nothing more than silly, stupid feelings.

at once, katsuki feels all the fucking idiot asshole he is and it’s staggering how much that thought makes him feel like shit. he could’ve reached out, he could’ve, but he was so worried that he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together, spending time with kiri, and as time passed, the issue became that so much time had passed and he had no idea how to navigate this all over again.

he runs a hand over his face, leaning against the brick facade of the bar. “fuck,” he whispers, gravel crunching underfoot as kiri steps closer.

“i - i miss you, kats,” kiri’s voice comes out quiet and thick, “i got engaged and all i wanted to do was call you, but you weren’t there, you weren’t speaking to me and i-“ he takes a shuddering breath and katsuki’s eyes fill with tears.

“i was in love with you.”

the sounds of the street fade out as katsuki finally turns to look at kirishima, the tears falling down his cheeks.

“wha- bakugou, what?”

“i was in love with you and i couldn’t fuckin’ - i couldn’t do it. not to myself, not to you.”

kirishima face is drawn, pale and mouth gaping. his mouth closes, then opens again, then snaps shut, his head shaking in disbelief.

“why didn’t you - fuck - why didn’t you ever say anything, man?”

katsuki scoffs, the sound wet with grief. “are you shittin’ me? why the hell would i do that?”

kiri shrugs, long, dark lashes sweeping his cheekbones, leaving tiny wet marks. a year ago, the sight would’ve filled katsuki with rabid butterflies, but now it remains just an observation, one made passively and without thinking.

“i should’ve told you somethin’, i fuckin’ know that now, but i was - i was scared. scared of you hating me, scared of losing you. but i went and fucked that one up anyway, so,” katsuki laughs, self deprecating, and kirishima shakes his head vehemently, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him into a tight hug.

katsuki’s throat is tight as he gives into the embrace, burying his face into kirishima’s shoulder.

“you haven’t lost me, kats, and you never will,” kirishima whispers, pulling apart far enough to press his forehead to katsuki’s, red eyes meeting red. “i mean, who else is gonna be my best man?”

katsuki’s eyes widen and he takes a step back. “don’t fuck with me.”

kirishima shakes his head, a wet laugh escaping his lips. “not fucking with you bro. you’re my best friend. i want you there beside me on the happiest day of my life.”

after everything, after the year of no contact and the absolutely shitty way katsuki treated him, kirishima still wants katsuki by his side?

he’s honored, he’s out of his depth, he’s fucking nauseous, and he really wants to go home and tell you.

“i met someone,” he blurts and kirishima looks startled at the change of subject, but takes it in stride, a smile tugging at his face.

“that’s so great, dude, congrats! what’s their name?”

katsuki breathes it out and when he does, he realizes something, the force of it hitting him like a steel beam to the head.

“i think i’m in love with them.”

kirishima blinks, taking in katsuki’s tense form. he looks like he’s about to run away.

“i’m so happy for you, kats. really, i am,” kiri says, before being taken off guard yet again by the hug katsuki initiates.

“of course i’ll be your best man, shitty hair. i fuckin’ missed you too,” he murmurs and he hears kirishima sniffle. “i gotta go but text me and we’ll get lunch tomorrow or some shit, okay? i’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

he pulls away to see eijirou’s big wet eyes stare down at him with unabashed care and love, and katsuki feels his heart swell.

he got his best friend back and now it’s time to get you.

kirishima agrees to the meetup wholeheartedly and lets katsuki go with a hearty pat on the back and a shouted “good luck!” over the sound of the rain that started up during the last moments of conversation before going back inside the bar.

katsuki considers blasting his way to you, but he knows the optics would be incredibly unfavorable and his pr department would have his head, so he races to the train station instead and hops aboard, his mind racing with thoughts of you.

his hair is plastered to his forehead with rain by the time he gets to his apartment building and the button up is molded to his body like a second skin. he’s uncomfortable, of course, but he hardly pays it any mind because before he knows it, he’s unlocking and pushing open the door to your shared flat.

he’s home.

you startle from your place upside down on the couch, your paints and sketchbook cluttering the coffee table at the side while the tv plays an ancient looking cooking show quietly.

katsuki is bowled over by the sight, the weight of what he now knows as love sending him stumbling a little on his feet. he has to hold onto the doorjamb to keep his footing.

you sit up, observing, and you tilt your head. “you’re back early,” you comment, curiosity lacing your words.

he nods, not trusting his voice as finally steps past the threshold, kicking off his shoes and putting on a pair of hideous hawks themed slippers that you’d bought for him on your own birthday.

you hum thoughtfully before standing and disappearing down the hallway, katsuki’s eyes glued to you as you go. he can hear the sounds of you rummaging around in the bathroom, his feet frozen to the floor when you return, a fluffy towel in hand.

“you should shower, of course,” you say with a grin, opening up the towel and draping it over his head to dry it before moving on to the rest of his sopping body. “but i figured i’d keep you from dripping all over that ugly rug you’re obsessed with.”

katsuki doesn’t respond, can’t, and you don’t push or question, instead diligently wiping him down until he’s marginally more dry, eg, not actively dripping on the hardwood.

you move to go dispose of the towel and katsuki’s hand shoots out, not of his own volition, to hold you in place. it’s here he notices how close you’ve been standing to him, your breath wafting over his collarbones.

“bambi?” you question, unafraid of him, just lightly confused, but you don’t move away from him, somehow picking up his need for closeness without him saying anything, and he snaps.

“i love you,” he whispers, the explosion in his chest coming out in just those three gruff words, his carmine eyes boring into your own with an intensity you match.

a small smile spreads over your lips and your eyes light up, joy thrumming over your skin. “i love you too, katsuki.”

it’s perfect and katsuki can’t stop himself from cupping your face and pressing your lips together.

the kiss is gentle and chaste, your hands dropping the towel, coming up to rest on his forearms and holding him in place as you move your lips softly against his own.

katsuki feels like the rest of the world could implode right now, could be on fire or flooding or being overrun by villains and none of it would matter, not a single fucking thing because you’re in his arms and you’re kissing him back and you love him.

these thoughts ignite a hunger in him, a flame stoking in his belly, and he pushes further into the kiss, his hands sliding from their place on your face. one cups the back of your neck while the other slides down your back, pressing you firmly against the front of his body.

he’s almost giddy, having you like this, and he’s sure you can feel it because you’re smiling into the kiss like this is the happiest day of your life.

he thinks it’s his.

you continue trading kisses like this in your foyer, but it only escalates when your tongue flickers across katsuki’s bottom lip and you sigh softly, back arching against him.

katsuki has to break apart from you so he doesn’t consume you in that moment, but you don’t go far (you never do), your foreheads pressed together while you breathe in each others air.

“fuckin’ hell,” he chokes out and you laugh. “can i please - fuck - i need you.”

his honesty shuts you up quick and you nod, biting your lip. “take me to bed, bambi.”

and that he does.

katsuki’s hand finds yours and he pulls you towards his bedroom — you’ve been in there countless times, to watch movies, to nap, to read with one another, but of course, it was never like this.

the tension is thick but it’s not uncomfortable at all. you walk over to his bed and plop down on it like you’ve been in this situation a thousand times. the action soothes any residual anxiety katsuki might’ve had as he walks over to you, your heated gaze tracking his movements the entire time.

“take this shit off,” he grumbles, tugging at the garish all might crewneck covering your abdomen and you swat his hand away with an amused look.

he can feel his pout forming at your smile, but you just shake your head. “don’t tell me what to do, bambi,” but still, you raise grip the bottom of the thick fabric, lifting it up and over your head before letting it drop to the ground, leaving you bare.

or almost bare, if not for the objectively hideous, brightly colored, thin, cheap and lacey dynamight themed underwear covering your body.

“what the fuck is this?” katsuki doesn’t mean for his question to come out so reverent, but seeing you clad in his colors sends a bolt of heat down his spine so strong, he’s quite literally never been harder in his life.

you don’t seem to notice (but you always do), tilting your head at him with a grin playing on your lips. “they were on sale. didn’t think you’d ever see them.”

katsuki’s brows furrow at that, his hands tightening from their place on your hips. “who the fuck else was going to?”

you shake your head, like there’s something he isn’t getting. “no one. it’s always been you.”

“fuckin’-“ katsuki surges for you, claiming your lips with his with an urgency that had previously been lost. you respond in kind and this time, you’re letting out all these quiet gasps and sighs, writhing beneath him. he has to see you fall apart.

he reluctantly detaches his face from yours, kissing down your neck and sucking marks into the thin skin there, one of your hands sliding up to tangle into his hair, keeping him close.

a moan escapes him at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, nearly getting lost in the mindless action, but he has to keep going. he makes it to your chest, laving his tongue over one of your nipples, flicking the hardened bud with the tip.

“f-fuck, bambi,” you outright moan and katsuki has to grind down against the mattress, his free hand sliding to pinch and pull at your other nipple.

your body can’t figure out whether to arch towards or away from his ministrations, which katsuki takes special delight in. you’re always so in control of yourself, even when you’re not, so it’s beyond rewarding to be responsible for your destruction.

“bambi - fuck - ‘suki, fuck me,” you groan and katsuki’s eyes roll back before he pulls off your nipple with a pop, his lips red and slick.

“nah.”

“nah?” you parrot, leaning up on your elbows with the closest thing he’s seen to annoyance directed at him written all over your face.

“nah. ‘m gonna make you come first.” katsuki grins, feral, and you shudder.

“get to it then, hero.” the moniker, while meant to be sarcastic and biting, just makes katsuki moan, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your (dynamight !!) underwear and tossing them to the floor.

he leans in, propping up one of your legs over his shoulder to bury his nose in the crease between hip and thigh, inhaling deeply. you smell sharp and tangy and so you that he couldn’t stop himself from taking a lick, entrance to clit, if he tried.

you sigh at that first touch of his wet muscle, melting in the bed while one hand remains buried in his hair and the other splays above your head. you watch him move with that intense look and you don’t look away so he doesn’t either.

he doesn’t look away as he slurps loudly at your entrance, tasting the wetness that’s gathered there with a pleased hum. doesn’t look away as he swirls his tongue around your clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest. doesn’t look away as he picks up pace, swirling, flicking and sucking until you’re chanting his name and “bambi,” your body tensing up as you buck your hips up into his face. doesn’t look away when you cum hard, soaking his lips and chin to which he eagerly groans, slurping up all you have to offer.

you pull him up to stop him from licking you through your aftershocks, kissing him hard once he gets to eye level.

“please,” you beg, eyes wide and urgent. who is he to deny you or himself?

katsuki stands and shucks off his boxers in record time, wrapping a hand around his cock that’s hard and leaking, the tip bright red.

your eyes eat him up hungrily, lingering on the way his precum spills over his knuckles with every slow stroke.

“i’m gonna suck your pretty cock tomorrow, preferably before breakfast,” you comment breathlessly. katsuki has to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock to keep himself from coming in that moment, taking a deep breath and glaring at you when you giggle.

“condom?” you shake your head, leaning back and spreading your legs to show off the wet mess he’s made of you.

“‘m clean and i’m in love with you. fuck me. now.” you can’t even sound commanding, not with the whine lying beneath your words, giving away how bad you want him. how bad you want this.

if the way katsuki’s cock legitimately jumped at your words is anything to go by, he obviously feels the same.

“goddamit, can’t fuckin’ say shit like that to me, jesus,” he rambles, crawling back onto the bed and notching the fat head of his dick into your entrance before leaning down to kiss you, open mouthed and messy.

he pushes into you when your tongue is halfway down his throat and he nearly chokes on it. you’re so soft and wet and velvety — he’s gonna cum so fucking fast, holy shit.

of course, you know it too, know him like the back of your hand because you squeeze even tighter around him and slide your hand down between your bodies to rub frantically at your clit.

“you - oh, god, you feel so fucking good bambi, fucking me so well, always taking care of me,” your words slur together as your eyes roll back, his hips slamming into yours at a quick pace.

he wants you to cum first, wants it more than anything, but the dirty talk coupled with the way you feel clenching around him has him shooting off faster than he expected, a low, long whine leaving him.

his hips stutter against yours and fireworks go off behind his eyelids. it feels like he’s coming forever as he humps into you and that feeling is only prolonged by you coming around him, your cunt clenching so tightly, you force him out, his spend spreading all over your mons and pelvis with a choked groan.

after another long moment, he slumps against you, exhausted and happier than he’s ever been.

you hum contentedly, wrapping your arm around him to pull him half on top of you, your body succumbing to the tiredness that’s so quickly overtaken you.

“i love you, katsuki,” you whisper, the phrase thick with sleep and emotion. katsuki feels burning at the backs of his eyes so he buries his face in the crook of your neck to hide, kissing your shoulder when the words don’t come.

you know, though. you always do.

—

“fuck, bambi, we’re gonna be late!” you screech from your (now) shared room, the sound muffled from where your head is buried in the closet.

by the door, katsuki is trying (and failing) to tie his bow tie, the red fabric remaining uncooperative in his hands. he groans in frustration, raising a hand to run it through his hair but stopping short when he remembers how you painstakingly fixed it for him a few hours ago.

“i know! it’s this stupid fuckin’ tie!” he shouts back, staring at himself in the little mirror you purchased, smiling a little despite himself when he remembers that trip to the home decor store with you, picking out new items that represent the both of you for your apartment.

speak of the devil, you step up behind him, looking gorgeous in a red, floor length dress, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“you look really good bambi,” you grin, fingers dragging down his abdomen to rest on his waistband, but his hands stop your downward motion while he gives you a halfhearted glare through the reflection.

“don’t start that shit,” katsuki turns around in your hold to face you, your hands immediately finding his undone tie. you work efficiently, face so scrunched up and focused that katsuki can only lift your face to press a kiss to your lips.

you melt, kissing him back easily and when you pull away, his lips are tinged with your lip products, marked by you. “you have a little something…” you trail off, wiping it away, not realizing how he stares at you like you’re the sun and he has no other choice but to revolve around you.

“marry me,” katsuki blurts, heat burning at the tips of his ears after a moment of you looking at him in utter disbelief.

he worries for a split second that you’re going to say no, but then your face splits into the most blinding smile he’s ever seen.

“are you proposing to me right now, bakugou katsuki?” you tease, fingers toying with the tie around his neck.

he nods, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer to him. “so what if i am?”

you laugh and nod, tears filling your lash line as the lighthearted facade drops to reveal you, earnest and honest and so so in love with him.

katsuki has no idea how he got so lucky, what he did in a past life to have you in his life and agreeing to be with him, in his life forever.

“of fucking course, i’ll marry you,” you say, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. “and i want nothing more than to make love to you on our brand new ikea sofa, but if we’re late to kiri’s wedding, he’s gonna kill me and make you watch.”

even the empty threat you make through your happy tears centers you in katsuki’s life, like you know that you are the center of his world, of his entire universe. you always know, know him better than he knows himself and there isn’t anyone on this whole earth who he’d rather be with than you.

he doesn’t tell you any of this though, blinking back tears instead and agreeing with a laugh, before finally ushering the pair of you out the door.

the thing is, katsuki doesn’t have to tell you.

you already know.

[lousypotatoes]

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Say Yes To Heaven - Spencer Reid x Reader

Let's Fall In Love For The Night - George Weasley x Reader

Slow Dancing In The Dark - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Steve Harrington x Reader

Just The Two Of Us - Harry Potter x Reader

Out Of My League - Ron Weasley x Reader

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Chandler Bing x Reader

Sunflower - Matt Taylor x Reader

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Chris Hartley x Reader

Honeypie - Mike Munroe x Reader

I Wouldn't Mind - Nick Furcillo x Reader

Diamond Eyes - Ryan Erzahler x Reader

How Did You Get So Good - Dylan Lenivy x Reader

Take A Chance On Me - Jacob Custos x Reader

Sweet Creature - Jacob Black x Reader

Places We Won't Walk - Peeta Mellark x Reader

Cinnamon Girl - Finnick Odair x Reader

Heaven Can Wait - Sam Winchester x Reader

Glad You Came - Sam Evans x Reader

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"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna bash your brains in."

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yes, i know there are so many, but once i get ideas, i write them down, or in this case, type them out.

I GRADUATED GUYS OMG

never thought i would get this far tbh

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[ogprettyprincess]

𝟅𝟈 some of my dr's ! welcoming potential mootties, lets chat <3 | last updated: 100524 10:50am

✰ anime

⚘ one piece , (1st) genevieve e. blue , 17 , s/o: trafalgar d. waterlaw , trope: captain/crewmate -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (kūki kūki fruit)air manipulation / (2nd) alira andilet , 18 , s/o: blackleg sanji , trope: crewmates -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (dangan dangan fruit) bullet manipulation

⟡ blue lock , satoru jena , 17 , s/o: micheal kaiser (slow burn) , family: gojo, geto (parents) + 4 siblings, team: blue locks eleven

𖦹 mha , gojo satori (yes) , 18 , s/o: bakugou katsuki , trope: strangers -> pining -> lovers (slow burn) , hero name: arachne , power: spider , family: satosugu & their 4 kids

⊰ jjk , taira kazuha , 19 , s/o: nanami kento , trope: mentor -> friends -> lovers , technique: string & invisibility manipulation , domain expansion: illusion of fear & desire , family: ren & kyoto taira (parents) kenji taira (brother)

꧞ haikyuu , ukai kananami , 15 , s/o: tsukishima kei , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , family: kaito & ben ukai (parents) ukai keishin (brother) , team: karasuno boys volleyball

␥ aot , geneviève ackerman , 15 , s/o: jean kirstien , trope: strangers -> enemies -> friends -> lovers , family: charlotte & oliver ackerman (parents) levi ackerman (uncle) , humanity's second strongest soldier :P , role: the savoir

⊞ atla , aoki kazuha , 16 , s/o: un-named oc , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: aki & rolan aoki (parents) kian & kano (brothers) , element: all , main: air, avatar of 3000 (?)

✰ shows

❀ obx , geneviève lambert , 17 , s/o: rafe cameron (not psycho) , trope: childhood friends -> "enemies" -> friends -> lovers , family: lyla lambert (mom) logan westwood (step dad) , role: man in the middle

⪩ twd , charlotte grimes , 21 , s/o: daryl dixon (32) , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: oliver & evie grimes (dad & mom) rick grimes (uncle turned dad) carl grimes (cousin turned brother) judith (cousin turned sister) , main weapon: dual blades

✵ bcd (/behind closed doors ; original reality) , katara brown , 18 , s/o: nakamoto arito (oc) , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers (slow burn) , occupation: assassin in training , role: the finalist

✰ games

✶ genshin impact , (1st) princess enver le'mistral , 21 , s/o: kaedehara kazuha (?) , trope: strangers -> playful enemies -> lovers , vison: anemo , home: sky city (og) + fontaine , family: nalani & alain le'mistral (parents) navida le'mistral (aunt) , position: champion dualist / (2nd) tashita jinx - [under construction]

キ overwatch , ruben dawn , 35 , s/o: cole cassidy , trope: friends -> lovers , weapon: sword , family: mom , occupation: former blackwatch member, current ow member, frontliner

✰ other

✦ youtuber , (1st) geneviève eden silvestrè , 18 , s/o: n/a , trope: n/a family: evangeline & antonio silvestrè (parents) leo + angelina + dom (brothers & sister) / (2nd) imani eden monroe , 21 , s/o: berlin edmond , family: nilani monroe (mom) angelica & clementine (sisters)

◎ footballer , violet dupont , 21 , s/o: elisa de almeida , trope: teammates -> lovers , family: jamais dupont (dad) claude & blaise dupont (brothers) , team: psg feminines + women's french national

☆ actress , (1st) violette eden irl last name , 20 , s/o: drew starkey , trope: costars -> lovers , family: leila (mom) anastasia & june (sisters) , main roles: charlotte in obx + edith in despicable me + peyton in the game plan / (2nd) valerie eden auclair - [under construction]

𐙚 kpop , (1st) jenevieve eden levesque , 19 , s/o: christopher bang , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , year: 2020 , family: nilani levesque (mom) leo + angelina + dontai + alias + charlotte monroe (siblings :3) , groups: nct, nct 127, nct x / (2nd) - [under construction]

ᡣ𐭩 teen fame , genevieve eden morgan , 14 , s/o: elisa de almeida (15) , trope: friends -> lovers , family: jeffery dean morgan (dad) , main rolls - [under construction]

一 that's all ! if you have any same / similar dr's feel free to talk about them or dm me so we can !! (i desperately need to see satosugu happy if you can't tell)

❥ i didn't mention my waiting room cause that'll be another post, but it's basically a city shifting hub / giant waiting room for shifters from all different realities ! lemmie know if you wanna hear about it :)

[yanderecrazysie]

Sick Reader Headcanons

Yandere headcanons with a reader that is sick (like has a cold or something, nothing serious)

Fandoms (in order): Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Danganronpa 1, 2, and V3, Oshi no Ko, Free, Ouran High School Host Club, Fruits Basket, Hetalia

He's beside himself with worry. What if you get sicker? What if you die from this? He hates to see you so miserable- it makes him feel miserable too. He does his best to help you feel better, but he's too stressed out to really be much help, even if it doesn't show.

Reiner, Bertolt, Jean, Levi, Connie, Midoriya, Kaminari, Kageyama, Goshiki, Yamaguchi, Makoto Naegi, Nagito, Shuichi, Nagisa, Tamaki, Kyo, Canada, Italy,

He's a doting boyfriend/friend. He's dabbing at your forehead with a damp washcloth, taking your temperature, fetching your medication, food, and water. He enjoys being this close to you, even if the situation isn't the best.

Armin, Eren, Marco, Erwin, Iida, Shoto, Kirishima, Overhaul, Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Hinata, Ushijima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kita, Osamu, Hajime, Kaito, Aqua, Tachibana Makoto, Haru, Kaoru, Yuki, America, England, Japan, Russia, China

He takes advantage of your sickness. Touching you because you're too out of it to ward him off, talking your ear off because you're too sick to move, etc. He doesn't mind seeing you this way: helpless and dependent on him and him alone.

Porco, Bakugou, Monoma, Hawks, Tendou, Shirabu, Atsumu, Suna, Terushima, Tsukishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Byakuya, Kokichi, Rin, Hikaru, Kyoya, Shigure, France

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Morally Questionable Anime Milfs Round 1 Matchups!

SIDE A

Lusamine (Pokémon The Series: Sun and Moon) VS Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Sara (Kiba) VS Rem Saverem (Trigun)

Holo (Spice and Wolf) VS Zeqing (Forge of Destiny/Destiny Cycle)

Dr. Courtney Sithe (Ace Attorney) VS Yuuko Ichihara (xxxHolic)

Angelina Dalles/Madame Red (Black Butler) VS Kaato Higashikata (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Karen Kurokawa (Tokyo Revengers) VS Mitsuba Higashikata (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Kouyou Ozaki (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Lalaco Godspeed (Space Patrol Luluco)

Yachiru/Retsu Unohana (Bleach) VS Aponia (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Numeri (Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure) VS Chikage Kuroba (Magic Kaito)

Natsuhi Ushiromiya (Umineko When They Cry) VS Curly Dadan (One Piece)

Ritsu Nagai (Ajin) VS Kyrie Ushiromiya (Umineko When They Cry)

Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) VS Ozen the Immovable (Made in Abyss)

SIDE B

Junko Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) VS Yui Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Koram (A Tree of Palme) VS Amara Sigatar Khura’in (Ace Attorney)

Echidna (Re:Zero − Starting Life in Another World) VS Mari Nagare/Maria Akeboshi (Maria no Danzai)

Mitsuki Bakugou (My Hero Academia) VS Michiko Malandro (Michiko & Hatchin)

Ah-Duo (The Apothecary Diaries) VS Sara Lee (Hand Jumper)

Sloth (Fullmetal Alchemist 2003) VS Kirio Hikifune (Bleach)

Yukiyo/Kirika Misaki (Another) VS Morgan Le Fay - Lostbelt Version (Fate/Grand Order)

Captain Dola (Laputa: Castle in the Sky) VS Thalassa Gramarye/Lamiroir (Ace Attorney)

Yayoi Kusakabe (High-Rise Invasion) VS Leona Herace (The Rogue Prince is Secretly an Omega)

Charlotte Linlin/Big Mom (One Piece) VS Hiroko Hagakure (Danganronpa)

Umeko Sawamura (Those Snow White Notes) VS Atsuko Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Akito Sohma (Fruits Basket/Fruits Basket Another) VS Haruko Kamio (Air TV)

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ My Roleplay Fandoms

I'm interested in writing these fandoms! Depending on the plot characters may be aged up to 18+ since some I enjoy writing within the canon story. Down below I’ve listed fandoms, if I’m newer to the media, my love interests on top for oc x canon roleplays, I privately can discuss the characters I can write in return but if I write everyone I’ll list it bellow. . My top preferences are in bold. Be sure to check out my rules!

ATTACK ON TITAN {veteran fandom enjoyer, been here for 11 years I've seen the whole anime and am currently re-reading the manga}

❥• Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Reiner Braun, Jean Kirstein

I’m all for canon divergent plots, modern, historical fantasy, or any other AU types

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER {Iwatch this series every 3-6 months like clockwork, read the comics, currently watching LOK}

❥• Zuko, Sokka, Mai

I’m all for canon divergent, post-main series any AUs, the worldbuilding with this series is just so fun

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA/MY HERO ACADEMIA{I’m on season 5, on volume 13 of the manga}

❥•Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa, Katsuki Bakugou, Tamaki Amajiki, Denki Kaminari, Nemuri Kayama, Nejire Hado, Sero Hanta, Ejirou Kirishima, Momo Yaoyorozu

I’d prefer a university AU that keeps the canon story that or really any AU like fantasy, everyone becomes a pro hero, etc

DANGANRONPA{Suffered through all the games}

❥•Kazuichi Souda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Rantaro Amami, Shuichi Saihara, Kaede Akamatsu, Ibuki Mioda, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Kirumi Tojo, Kaito Mamota, Hajime Hinata

I don't enjoy killing game style plots but I do like the settings of the games, AUs, all that

DC COMICS{I pick and choose what I read, I follow the fandom method of check the Tumblr blogs, go off specifically Tumblr fandom since its goated}

❥•Jason Todd/Red Hood, Dick Grayson/Nightwing

There's so much you can do with DC I’m all for any plots from any comic, AUs, etc

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE{Finished the anime, currently reading the manga and on Phantom Blood. I only rp parts 2-6}

❥•Caesar Zeppeli, Noriaki Kakyoin, Josuke Higashikata, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Ermes Costello, Joseph Joestar, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Okuyasu Nijimura

I'm all for canon divergent, canon adjacent, AUs of any kind all of it with JJBA

JUJUTSU KAISEN{On season 2, starting the manga}

❥•Kento Namami, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Satoru Geto

I'm for canon divergent, various AUs. I'm kind of a sucker for historical period plots

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB{One of first animes, I know it like the back of my hand, owner of nearly every manga volume}

❥•Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootari, Takashi Morinozuka

Personally I love post series plots with this one, arranged marriages, perhaps a Ouran University Host Club type thing or again AUs

OSOMATSU-SAN{I’ve been in this hellhole long enough to have seen the pilot before it was banned}

❥•Choromatsu Matsuno, Karamatsu Matsuno

This series offers so so many ideas you can do. I'm all for main Oso-san or one of the endless AUs

TOKYO REVENGERS{Currently starting season 3, finished the manga but am re-reading}

❥•Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Hakkai Shiba, Chifuyu Matsuno

Yes I’ve finished it I know the end but I still love jump in time plots with this one, canon divergence and AUs

HAIKYU!{Caught up on anime, reading the manga}

❥•Tetsuro Kuroo, Hajime Iwaizumi, Keiji Akaashi, Osamu Miya, Kōshi Sugawara, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintaro Suna, Daichi Sawamura

There's so many fun AUs to do with the volleyball fools, I’m game for those, post-canon or canon divergent plots

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

True [Chapter Three] Keep Running [Bakugou Katsuki]

Warning(s): Reunion, Katsuki being Katsuki, OC, angst, tears, confrontation, short chapter.

No Minors Allowed!!

The outfit Mao Usui chose for Airi was mature. She considered wearing a dress to the reunion, but Mina's 'reminder' email stated that the event was business casual, so she opted not to wear something too stiff, especially after reading the P.S. that read: expect to dance.

At around seven, Airi was dressed in a pair of skinny cropped trousers, a silk blouse, and heeled loafers. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror, content with leaving her hair as was, then strode to the living room. Her mother and father sat on the couch, watching a Rom-Com that she had no interest in, invested until she walked in. Mao smiled widely, seafoam-colored hair pulled in a lax ponytail over her shoulder, then paused the TV.

"You look so lovely, dear."

Airi felt her face heat up. Even as an adult, the kindness of her mother had a way of lightening her apprehension.

"Thank you. I appreciate you letting me borrow one of your outfits."

"It would have taken up space in our closet otherwise," Kaito teased.

Mao tossed him a playful glare. It was no surprise that her mother was a shopaholic; she loved to buy clothing. Before she was bedridden, she planned outings just so she could dress up. Airi admired her quirky behavior. She was happy to see it return, even if it was through her.

"You're going to have all eyes on you when you walk in."

She doubted it, but the sentiment was kind.

"I think, dear, she only cares about one person seeing her," Kaito stated.

Was he referring to Katsuki? Airi felt her face heat up. While she told her parents that the relationship between them had ended, she did not tell them that she and Katsuki were not speaking. It was certainly not mutual.

"I...better go."

As though she had forgotten something, Mao leaped off the couch and rushed to the foyer, bringing back a charcoal-tailored trench coat.

"You should take this as well," Mao suggested.

Airi accepted the trench coat and slid it on. She said her goodbyes, retrieved her purse, then left the house, quickly walking to the train station. The ride was brief, but it gave her a moment to mull over the statement her father made. It should not have affected her as much as it had, but it did. Did she want Katsuki to acknowledge her?

No...maybe.

She was not sure. Was he even going to be there? When Katsuki saw her yesterday, he did not look too happy that she had come home. It would not surprise Airi if he did not show up at the reunion because she was going to be there. It was sad, but she hoped that was the case. If he did show, however, then she would just have to ignore him. Easy Peasy. Or so she thought.

When the train reached the station, she deboarded and briskly walked through the terminal into the city. An air of nostalgia washed over Airi as she fondly took in the neon lights. As expected, for a Saturday, it was crowded, though, despite the mass of people, she made it to the convention center, albeit a few minutes late.

An A-frame sign in the foyer instructed her of where to go, but Airi had already been in the building once, so she walked to the event hall without trouble. Even if she did not know where to go, the faint upbeat tempo of whatever music Mina had chosen to play echoed down the hall, drawing her closer.

As she came to the double doors, which were closed, she noticed a long foldable table off to the side. Two of her fellow alumni stood behind it, the former representatives from class 1A and 1B.

"Kendo...Iida," she greeted with a smile, approaching them.

On the table, she briefly noticed a guest book and multiple name tags spread about; names of students from the Hero Course to the Business Course. Everyone had been invited.

"Usui," Iida Tenya retorted in a scolding tone. "You are late. Punctuality is–"

"The key to success," Airi interjected. She ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. He had said it plenty enough for her not to forget. "I apologize. There's no reason for me not to be on time."

Aside from the crowd outside.

Iida hummed, adjusting his glasses. He was still the same as Airi remembered, obsessed with discipline. The only thing that made him seem a little out of character, in her opinion, was the way he wore his hair now, in a skin fade slick back.

"Yes, well, you are here now. It's good to see you again," he stated with a smile.

Airi felt the same. With their pleasantries aside, Kendo Itsuya took over, informing her to find her name tag and wear it.

"Don't forget to sign the guest book too," she instructed. Her short orange hair charmingly framed her face. "And have a great time."

Before she wandered into the event hall, she noted that among the many tags that remained, Katsuki had not yet collected his. A feeling of sadness washed over Airi, but she ignored it. His absence was not going to ruin her night.

The air, thick yet somehow cool, immediately took her breath away. It reminded Airi of the U.A. Festival, of hundreds of people shoved in a room, breathing in all the oxygen. She could hardly take it back then, working with the staging crew during Class 1-A's band performance. Even now, she felt like she might suffocate. Perhaps it was just her nerves.

Taking in an uneasy breath, she opted to get something to drink to soothe her dry throat. The food spread that Momo put together was miraculous. Airi nibbled on some sugar bacon-wrapped smokies while she glanced around the crowded room. She noticed a few of her former classmates, dancing or wandering about, but she was far too comfortable at the table to join them. It was not until her second cup of punch that she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

Ashido Mina approached her, with a pout on her face. Her long pink hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head; unruly strands had fallen free, no doubt while she had been dancing.

"I know you aren't just going to stand over here all night like a wallflower and not come say hi to me." Her long horns wiggled in protest.

Airi snorted. "Hi, Mina."

The pout faded, replaced with a wide smile.

"Are you having fun so far?" She asked.

Airi shook her head, even though she had just recently arrived. She knew how much the event meant to Mina; she did most of the planning herself. Izuku and Momo took care of the rest.

Speaking of...

"Have you seen Izuku yet?"

Mina shook her head.

"He and Kairi are getting the equipment set up backstage. I asked Jirou to perform for us."

Did she? Airi smiled in excitement, though Mina's next question made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"So, where you happy to reunite with Bakugou again?"

She must not have known. Airi did not tell anyone aside from her parents that she had broken up with him. He must have kept the incident to himself as well. She considered telling her, but honestly, she was feeling a little on the spot. Suddenly, to her luck, a familiar sound began to play over the speakers and she forced a smile.

[Na-na, na-na-na

Ready for my show.]

"Come dance with me!" Airi shouted.

To her luck, Mina put the question in the back of her mind and enthusiastically took Airi by the arm, leading her to the dance floor among the other students. She did not care if she did not know how to dance well enough, so long as she did not have to talk about her ex.

The more she danced, the more Airi realized how much she missed her friends. Kairi soon joined them, then Momo. Three songs later, Jirou Kyoka and her band began to play, giving Airi a short break to rest her feet and get a drink. She was thankful that she did not wear a dress and heels tonight. Nostalgically, she listened to Jirou sing. The prosthetic she wore in place of her left ear and earphone jack was hardly noticeable beneath her long asymmetrical purple hair. Airi made it through two songs before the punch unfortunately caught up to her. Excusing herself, she hurried from the room and down the hall to the restroom.

When her business was finished, Airi washed her hands, then strode back toward the event hall. She rounded the corner where Iida and Kendo had been standing to see them gone, most likely inside the event hall. On the other side of the table, to her shock, was Bakugou Katsuki, grumbling to himself about something she could not hear as he clipped the name tag onto the front of his button-down. Airi held back a gasp. She considered fleeing back into the bathroom, but his head turned, meeting her eyes.

Immediately, she froze.

Oh, shit.

Why was he just standing there? Was he waiting for her to say something first? Airi took a moment to look him over, taking note of how nice he looked. She did not know what else to do; she felt like a frightened animal caught in the high beams of a speeding vehicle.

Growing tired of her silence, Katsuki knitted his brows in irritation, then turned and strode toward the entrance doors of the hall. Airi quickly lost her nerve.

"Y-you look good with an undercut. I like it."

An air of embarrassment washed over her, turning her cheeks a faint red as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Airi felt like an idiot. She was on the verge of apologizing when Katsuki swung around to glare at her. His shoulders were tense, clenched as though he were about to explode.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked with a snarl. "After all this time that's what you say to me."

Airi swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest and for a brief moment, she fought back tears. His anger was expected; she knew it would be hard to face him again.

"What do you want me to say? I've already said everything I can, Katsuki. Would you even reply if I said it was good to see you again? Or snarl at me like you have and walk away."

She didn't even know why she was trying to talk to him. It was not like he wanted to hold a conversation with her, not after ending the relationship like she did. It was immature and cowardly, a fact she had to live with since it happened. As much as she did not want him to see her cry, she could not hold back her tears. They floated in front of her face. 

“No. You're right,” she uttered. “How dumb of me.” 

Walking toward him, she kept her attention to the double doors. 

“I don't want you to forgive me, Katsuki. I just– I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I don't like me much either.”

The tears fell to the floor with a plip. Airi used the sleeve of her trench coat to dry her face, walked past him, and then reentered the hall. She said what she wanted to and even if he did not care, she felt a little better. 

This isn't permanent. When my time here is up, I can rejoin Synergos and continue running. 

That's what she did best after all.

[spacieboi]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Heyo so I’ve gotten a few request so I think it’s a good idea to put this up. I’ll probably take two or three at a time depending on my motivation and stress levels. It may take a couple days to weeks for me to get them done because guess what? I have a life, crazy I know.

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How to request📥

To request a fic please send it through the submission box. Please include character(s) name and specify reader’s gender if there's a preference. I work better with kinks or prompts so if you have one in mind please let me know. If there's any boundaries you want in place please also specify.

Before submitting requests please review rules below vvv

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Rules📋

- don’t rush me

- I have the right to choose what requests I accept and deny

- do not spam

- please respect my boundaries

Breaking any rule will result in a block

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Do’s✅

- smut/ limes

- fluff

- hurt/ comfort

- light angst (cheating, break ups, things like that)

- Character x reader

Don’ts🚫

- weird kinks (piss, scat, vomit, feet, etc. sorry besties)

- incest, step-cest, selfcest

- pedophilia

- gore or death

- mental disorders & self harm (feel like I couldn’t write them well)

- non-con, r*pe, physical abuse

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Characters I will write for🪐

Sorry if your favs aren’t on here it’s either because I don’t know them that well or I feel like I wouldn’t portray them correctly (or I simply hate them). This can and probably will be changed at anytime.

Haikyuu 🏐

Koshi Sugawara

Yu Nishinoya

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Koutarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kenma Kozume

Tetsurou Kuroo

Danganronpa☠️

THH

Komaru Naegi

Makoto Naegi

Aoi Asahina

Byakuya Togami

Kyoko Kirigiri

Mondo Owada

SDR2

Hajime Hinata

Akane Owari

Chiaki Nanami

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Gundham Tanaka

Kazuichi Souda

Nagito Komaeda

Sonia Nevermind

DRV3

Kaede Akamatsu

Gonta Gokuhara

K1-b0

Kaito Momota

Kokichi Oma

Maki Harukawa

Miu Iruma

Rantaro Amami

Shuichi Saihara

This is the list for now but will prob change after I brush up on my danganronpa lol

My Hero Academia⚡️

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Shoto Todoroki

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Tsuyu Asui

Ochaco Uraraka

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K 🧠

Saiki Kusuo

Aren Kuboyasu

Kaidou Shun

(Might need to brush up on these guys a bit lol)

Jujutsu Kaisen 🥋

Satoru Gojo

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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Besties Breakup Bracket!!

It's timeeeeee! Here are our match-ups!

Round 1 is split into four groups, with each group of polls going up every few days. Polls are a week long. As per the rules, propaganda is welcome, just keep it civil :)

Round 1A and B are up! Let's do this!!

You can also find the full list of competitors under the cut!

Round 1A:

Kiryu & Nishiki (Yakuza Kiwami) vs The Doctor & The Master (Doctor Who)

Sasha, Anne & Marcy (Amphibia) vs Mami & Kyouko (Madoka Magica)

Gojo & Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs Sunny & Basil (Omori)

Thatcher & Dave (The Mandela Catalogue) vs Shauna & Jackie (Yellowjackets)

Todd & Copper (The Fox and the Hound) vs Sarah & Nancy (The Craft)

Ruth & Debbie (GLOW) vs Joey & Dick (Me And My Dick)

Kara & Lena (Supergirl) vs Juno, Mick & Sasha (The Penumbra Podcast)

Kaeya & Diluc (Genshin Impact) vs Fushima & Yata (K Project)

Round 1B:

Regina & Janis (Mean Girls) vs Rebecca & Paula (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

Michael & Jeremy (Be More Chill) vs Greg & Rowley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jon & Tim (The Magnus Archives) vs Arthur & John (Malevolent)

Daisy & Fitz (Agents of Shield) vs Fitz & The Fool (Realm of the Elderlings)

Matt & Foggy (Daredevil) vs Gihun & Sangwoo (Squid Game)

Anakin & Obi Wan (Star Wars) vs Azula, Mai & Ty Lee (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Rin & Kitay (The Poppy War) vs Kaito & Shuichi (Danganronpa)

Charles & Erik (X Men) vs Vander & Silco (Arcane)

Round 1C:

Catra & Adora (She Ra) vs Nana & Nana (Nana)

Grace & Simon (Infinity Train) vs Silence & Saria (Arknights)

Steve & Tony (MCU) vs Reki & Langa (SK8 the Infinity)

Dia & Bort (Houseki no Kuni) vs Rapunzel & Cassandra (Tangled)

Keefe & Fitz (Keeper of the Lost Cities) vs Jo & Laurie (Little Women)

Jennifer & Needy (Jennifer’s Body) vs House & Wilson (House MD)

Rashmi, Amelie & Loam (Entropic Float) vs Chloe & Adrien (Miraculous Ladybug)

Amity & Willow (The Owl House) vs Serval & Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)

Round 1D:

Annabeth, Thalia & Luke (Percy Jackson) vs Midoriya & Bakugou (BNHA)

Taylor & Rachel (Parahumans) vs Gilgamesh & Tarvek (Girl Genius)

Seven Red Suns & Five Pebbles (Rain World) vs Chell & Wheatley (Portal 2)

Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng (The Untamed) vs Colm & Pádraic (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Naruto & Sasuke (Naruto) vs Mercedes & Annette (Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Cole & Jay (Ninjago) vs Lelouch & Suzaku (Code Geass)

Roxas, Axel & Xion (Kingdom Hearts) vs Rudolph & Tobias (Ghost Eyes)

Kirk & Spock (Star Trek) vs Caesar & Brutus (Julius Caesar)

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   ending duplicate anxiety since september 2022

       THE BAKUGOU TWINS : @dynmghts ( katsuki ) / @bakgos​ ( keisuke )

       THE KIRISHIMA TWINS : @resolutepath​ ( eijirou ) / @riotmade​ ( kaito )

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Celestial Eclipse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CP9sT05 by the_realtheory Once upon a time, in a world where the sun and the moon were more than just celestial bodies, they took on human forms. The sun, with his striking blue hair and fiery red eyes, radiated warmth and vitality wherever he went. The moon, with his gentle baby blue hair and deep red eyes, possessed a serene and ethereal aura. In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a boy named Kaito. With his jet-black hair and piercing black eyes, Kaito always wore his trusty raincoat, even on the sunniest of days. He had a quiet demeanor, but his heart was as deep as the ocean, longing for something he couldn't quite grasp. One fateful day, during a rare celestial event known as an eclipse, the paths of Kaito and the sun and moon converged. As the sun and moon descended to Earth in their mortal forms, they were drawn to Kaito's enigmatic presence. Under the darkened sky, Kaito found himself face to face with the sun and the moon. Despite their contrasting appearances, they shared an inexplicable connection that transcended their celestial origins. Or Bakugou and Deku wrote a story as kids that blossoms as Bakugou's actual love life. Or Adorable Rare pair fluff. Words: 506, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, The sun/The moon/a mortal, Aizawa Shouta/Hazashi Yamada/Bakugou's Dad, Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki (One Sided) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Sad Bakugou Katsuki, Fluff, story turned real, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou dyes his hair, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Top Iida Tenya, Top Sero Hanta, Mean Girls Quotes, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, All Might is a pedophile, Bakugou Katsuki is a Ray of Sunshine, Bakugou Katsuki Writes Fanfiction, Bakugou Katsuki has a short attention span, Bakugou isn't Asian, Biromantic Asexual Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki and Toga Himiko are Siblings, Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are Like Siblings, Parental Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Mentioned Bakugou Mitsuki, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bakugou Katsuki Wears Glasses, Bakugou Katsuki Wears Eyeliner, Bakugou Katsuki and Hawks are siblings, That's not a tag???, British Slang, a lot of it read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CP9sT05

[shinyasahalo]

Top 50 AO3 Anime/Manga Dua Ships 2024

Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako (MHA) 9,653 fics

Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto) 8,023 fics

Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako (MHA) 7,297 fics

Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku (MHA) 6,204 fics

Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang (FMA) 5,119 fics

Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager (AOT) 4,806 fics

Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako (MHA) 4,795 fics

Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto) 4,772 fics

Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail) 4,665 fics

Higurashi Kagome/Inuyasha (Inuyasha) 4,482 fics

Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo (MHA) 4,354 fics

Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki (MHA) 4,084 fics

Bulma Briefs/Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z) 3,851 fics

Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou (MHA) 3,622 fics

Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess (Spy X Family) 3,299 fics

Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha) 3,045 fics

Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi (Naruto) 2,986 fics

Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell (FMA) 2,757 fics

Armin Arlent/Annie Leonhart (AOT) 2,536 fics

Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might (MHA) 2,518 fics

Gojo Satoru/Iori Utahime (JJK) 2,464 fics

Chiba Mamori/Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) 2,429 fics

Nara Shikamoru/Temari (Naruto) 2,380 fics

Midoriya Hisashi/Midoriya Inko (MHA) 2,357 fics

Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail) 2,308 fics

Eri & Midoriya Izuku (MHA) 2,282 fics

Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo (Bleach) 2,255 fics

Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail) 2,234 fics

Kirigiri Kyoka/Naegi Makota (Dangan Ronpa) 2,162 fics

Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako (MHA) 2,118 fics

Hanako | Yugi Amane/Yashiro Nene (Toilet Bound Hanako-kun) 2,072 fics

Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball) 1,976 fics

Harukawa Maki/Momota Kaito (Dangan Ronpa) 1,968 fics

Namkize Minato/Uzumaki Kushina (Naruto) 1,945 fics

Maka Albarn/Sout Eater Evans (Soul Eater) 1,921 fics

Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako (MHA) 1,828 fics

Rin/Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha) 1,823 fics

Haruno Sakura/Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto) 1,812 fics

Bakugou Katsuki/Original Female Character (MHA) 1,761 fics

Mikasa Ackerman/Jean Kirstein (AOT) 1,726 fics

Hyuuga Hinata/Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto) 1,705 fics

Akumatsu Kaede/Saihara Shuichi (Dangan Ronpa) 1,687 fics

Miroku/Sango (Inuyasha) 1,679 fics

Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao (MHA) 1,598 fics

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri (MHA) 1,571 fics

Levi Ackerman/Petra Ral (AOT) 1,569 fics

Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku (MHA) 1,509 fics

Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo (MHA) 1,503 fics

Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail) 1,492 fics

Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou (Fruits Basket) 1,470 fics

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INTERACTABLE ALTS

These are the alts that are currently fine with/available to be interacted with (subject to change, sorted by category)

Main Hosts-

Yami

Katsuki Bakugou

Mettaton

Sam/Mr. S

Tenko Shimura

Co-hosts-

Karasu

Floyd Leech

MHA-

Aizawa

Present Mic

Oboro Shirakumo

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi

Himiko Toga

Izuku Midoriya

Hitoshi Shinsou

Hawks

Shoto Todoroki

Natsuo Todoroki

Twice

Villain Shoto

TWST-

Deuce Space

Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Epel Felmier

Jade Leech

Azul Ashengrotto

Grim

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Divus Crewel

Kalim Al-Asim

Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud

Undertale/Deltarune (+AUs-

Sans

Papyrus

Gaster

Frisk

Chara

Kris

Fell Sans

Swap Sans/Blue

Swap Papyrus

Error

Geno

Paperjam

Ink

Nightmare

Killer

Horror

Mettaton

Vocaloid/Project Sekai-

Hatsune Miku

Kaito

Len Kagamine

Rin Kagamime

Luka Megurine

Fukase

Oliver

Akito Shinonome

Toya Aoyagi

Rui Kamishiro

Tsukasa Tenma

Sonic-

Tails

Shadow the hedgehog

Silver the hedgehog

Metal Sonic

Persona 5-

Ren Amamiya

Goro Akechi

Futaba Sakura

Ryuji Sakamoto

Ann Takamaki

Yusuke Kitagawa

Obey Me-

Mammon

Leviathan

Beelzebub

Belphegor (don't expect much. He sleepy)

Simeon

Solomon

Barbatos

Sanders Sides-

Virgil

Roman

Logan

Patton

Remus

Janus

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets-

Jeff the killer

Ticci Toby

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Tim Wright/Masky

Slenderman

Ben Drowned

Helen Otis (aka Bloody Painter)

FNAF-

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Bonnie

Nightmare Freddy

Animal Crossing-

Orville

Wilbur

Tom Nook

Minecraft-

Nocte (Enderman)

Ignition (Creeper)

Dismal (Ghast)

Lunos (Warden)

Honkai Star Rail/Genshin Impact:

Boothill

Aventurine

Blade

Dan Heng

Sampo? (We don't know if he's fully formed yet)

Brain alts-

Mirai Aizawa (biological daughter of Shota Aizawa)

Uta Yamada (biological daughter of Present Mic)

Unsei Aizawa-Yamada (adopted daughter of Aizawa and Present Mic)

Itami Takami (younger half-sister of Hawks. Ask for the lore)

Hikage

Mikuyumi (pokémon trainer, daughter of Professor Kukui)

Miyuki (pokémon trainer, daughter of Giovanni)

Naomi (pokémon trainer, daughter of Chairman Rose)

Ebony (ghost of Lavender Town)

Orthrukon

Zulrynth

Vanilla (red panda animatronic, likely associated with Security Breach)

Akuma (essentially the TWST MC)

Devi Crewel (Divus Crewel's daughter, has permission to stay in Heartslaybul)

Hattrene Maddaroni (twisted on the Mad Hatter, snuck into Heartslaybul and started hosting tea parties)

Sage (white lioness, Leona's childhood friend, hangs out in Savanaclaw)

Luna Illumoise (moon jellyfish mermaid, was allowed into NRC due to Azul paying off Crowley, member of Octavinelle)

Risha Al-Babgaa (usually shapeshifts into a parrot and either hides in Scarabia or perches on Jamil's or Kalim's shoulder)

Ashlynn Vargas (daughter of Ashton Vargas, was told to stay in Pomefiore due to Ashton not trusting any of the other boys around his daughter)

Pandora (coder/programmer, hides in Ignihyde to get away from everyone)

Raven Crowley (daughter of Dire Crowley, only allowed to attend NRC because of that, was placed in Diasomnia)

Aine

Matsuba Zankoku

Seren Grimm