#little kacchan

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Snow Day

#bkdk kidfic; fluff; slight hurt/comfort: Little Izuku and litt Katsuki play at the park after the first winter snowfall. When big kids ruin their fun, Katsuki steps up to play the hero.

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“Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, wrenching his mitten clad hand from his mother’s grasp to run toward the little blonde boy all bundled up on the playground.

“Izuku, Honey, don’t run, there’s ice!” Inko shouted after, her voice warbling with worry.

“Eh, they’re kids. Let ‘em have fun,” Mitsuki waved her off. “Oi, Brat! Izuku’s here, play nice!”

Katsuki glared at his mother from atop the slide, only scarlet eyes visible between the heavy navy scarf and the hood of his orange snow suit. He grunted and threw himself down the slide, screeching as a bundle of green and white blocked the end.

“Move, Deku!” Katsuki shouted, voice muffled by the knit scarf pressed against his lips. But it was too late, the slide slicked with snow increasing his speed as he reached the bottom, colliding with the other boy and sending them toppling into the frost covered wood chips.

“Ow, Kacchan!” Izuku whined. Emerald eyes stared up at the gray skies, little flurries fluttering down from the clouds to tickle his cheeks and nose with chilly kisses. A bundle of orange and blue crossed his vision as Katsuki pushed himself up, grunting with the effort it took to bend the right way in his puffy gear.

“I told you to move, idiot!” The blonde snapped. “Who stands at the bottom of the slide anyway?”

“Sorry,” Izuku sighed, whining as he rolled over onto his knees and pushed himself to his feet. “I was excited to see you! It feels like it’s been forever!”

“Tch, we just played two days ago.”

“Yeah, forever ago!” the little green boy exclaimed, lifting his arms to exaggerate his point. “Do you want to play heroes?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kacchan nodded. “But I call dibs on All Might!”

“Aww, but you always get to be All Might!” 

“Yeah, well, you don’t have a quirk, so why should you get to be All Might? He’s the coolest, not some quirkless loser like you,” The blonde shoved him, forcing Izuku to land on his butt. It didn’t hurt, not with all the layers his mother dressed him in, but the words…the words hurt. 

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan,” he sniffled, the image of the fierce boy dressed in orange becoming a distorted image through his gathering tears. “I want a quirk, too.”

“Tch, crybaby,” Katsuki huffed, before stilling, eyes going wide at Mitsuki’s approach.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” she hissed, grabbing his arm and roughly pulling him off the playground. “That’s a time out.”

“Ah, I didn’t do anything! Let go, you old hag!” the boy growled, trying and failing to force her iron grip from his jacket.

Izuku sniffled and wiped his nose with his mitten, a streak of snot dragging across it. He grimaced just before his mother knelt down and held a tissue to his nose.

“That’s better,” she smiled. “Let’s dry these tears, too.”

“Mama, why don’t I have a quirk?” he asked, turning his big green eyes on her.

“We’ve talked about this, Sweetie,” she smiled sadly. “Some people just don’t develop quirks. But you’re still my special boy.”

“But being special doesn’t make me a hero,” Izuku pouted. “I want a cool quirk like Kacchan.”

“I know, Honey. I’m sorry,” his mother patted his head. “How about you play with Mama for a little bit? Looks like Katsuki is busy right now.”

Izuku spotted Katsuki sitting on the bench, arms crossed over his chest while Auntie Mitsuki berated him. “Okay Mama,” he nodded, letting her help him up again. “Can you push me on the swings? I wanna go high, up up up!”

“Okay, Mighty Man, let’s help you fly,” his mother laughed.

Izuku squealed and giggled with every push that sent him higher and higher. He swore he could see their apartment from here! The cold wind whipped at his cheeks, but the sting was numbed to the exhilarating feel of flying.

“Higher, Mama!” 

As he came back down from another weightless climb, Kacchan and Auntie Mitsuki were coming over to join them. The little boy, despite only his eyes being visible, looked embarrassed. And when the swing came to a stop, Auntie Mitsuki gave him a little push in Izuku’s direction.

“Go on, Brat,” she ordered. “Tell him.”

“Sorry, Deku,” Kacchan said barely above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Izuku hopped off the swing and ran to his friend, flinging his arms around the orange clad boy’s neck and squeezing. “I forgive you, Kacchan.” There was a small pat against his back as Katsuki hugged back.

“Wanna build a snow fort?” the blonde asked as they pulled away.

“Yeah!” Izuku beamed, nodding furiously, and next thing he knew, Kacchan was dragging him off the playground and into the surrounding field covered in snow.

“It’s gonna be the best tower ever!” Kacchan exclaimed. “No old ladies allowed!” He pointed accusingly at his mother.

“Watch your mouth, Brat!” Mitsuki warned as she led a snickering Inko back toward the bench.

The boys got to work pressing snow into a thick wall. It was a bit lopsided, but after some hard work, it really came together. Some bigger kids came to the playground, and Izuku stuck closer to Katsuki as they kept eyeing their fort. As they kept working on The Best Tower Ever™ Izuku made a little snowman, complete with hollowed eyes and All Might’s bunny ears.

“Look Kacchan! It’s Snow Might,” he giggled, but gasped just as one of the older kids came by and stomped on his snowman. “Heeey! You crushed All Might!”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna crush you next, Dork,” the boy laughed, shoving a fistful of snow in Izuku’s face.

“Leave him alone!” Katsuki growled, rushing to put himself between the green boy and the big kid. 

“What are you gonna do about it, pipsqueak?” The kid said with a smug smile. 

“Yeeaah,” his friends backed him up, all with similar expressions of arrogance. 

Izuku shivered as the melting snow dripped down his neck, wetting the clothes under his snowsuit. “Kacchan, don’t. They’re too big!”

“Tch, they’re just a bunch of big babies,” the blonde clicked his tongue. 

“Who you calling a baby, runt?!” The big kid growled and shoved Katsuki hard, making him gasp and tumble over Izuku who was sitting on the ground. 

“No pushing!” the little green boy yelled. “That’s not nice. Kacchan, are you okay?”

But when he turned around, the little blonde boy had ripped off his navy scarf, as well as his mittens. That feral grin Izuku had come to recognize has Kacchan’s hero face graced his features while his palms sparked with little pops or bright explosions.

“Oooh, somebody thinks he’s a tough guy!” The big kid teased, earning a round of laughter from his goons. 

“Tougher than you!” Katsuki growled, resuming his place between Izuku and the bully. “It’s okay now, Deku because I am here!”

The big kids sputtered a few laughs, finding the blonde’s All Might impression stupid and silly. But the joke was on them as Kacchan used his quirk to explode the snow between them. A cloud of white expanded, blocking out the bully’s vision and with a war cry, Katsuki dove at the boy and knocked him into the cold ground.

“I’ve got you now, Villain!” Kacchan yelled, gripping the front of the boy’s coat and shoving him further into the snow. 

“Hey you little jerk!” One of the other kids pushed Katsuki and Izuku gasped as he watched his friend hit his head against the wood that bordered the playground. Kacchan let out a pained cry and the little green boy let out a growl, launching himself at the boy who pushed Kacchan. With mitten clad hands, Izuku slapped and hit, screaming loudly.

“Stop it! Hey, knock it off!”

“You hurt Kacchan! You’re mean! Just a big bully! I hate you, I hate you!” The freckled boy screeched as he continued his assault.

“Izuku!” Inko snapped, appearing suddenly. “What are you doing?!”

Izuku stopped immediately, turning around to face his mother. Kacchan was holding his face, a little bit of blood coloring his eyebrow while tears left wet trails down his cheeks. And then the freckled boy was wailing.

“Those big kids were mean to us!” Izuku cried, running to his mother and shoving his face into her stomach. “They crushed my All Might snowman and pushed Kacchan.”

Mitsuki wasn’t far behind, eyes wide as she took in her son’s bleeding face. The glare she sent in the direction of the bullies had them stiffening up, blabbering about how they didn’t do anything.

“Mommy,” Kacchan whined, lip wobbling harshly.

“Let me see, Bud,” Mitsuki sighed before crouching in front of her son. She tossed a look and a little nod over her shoulder at her friend.

“Where are your parents?” Inko demanded, green eyes fierce as she patted Izuku’s back until he was only shaking with sniffles. The bullies all snapped their mouths shut, staring wide-eyed at the woman before them. “I said,” she reiterated through grit teeth. “Where are your parents?”

One of the goons pointed to the other side of the park, arm shaking and looking to be on the verge of tears. Izuku was guided toward the Bakugous, tears beginning to freeze on his lashes and nose still sniffling.

“You stay with Auntie Mitsuki,” his mother told him. “I am going to have a talk with these boys.” She approached the kids, who cowered under her fierce gaze. “Let’s go. Start walking.”

Izuku watched them retreat until the sound of snow crunching under their boots was lost to the wind. He crouched beside Auntie Mitsuki who was pressing a handful of snow against the cut on Kacchan’s brow to clean it.

“It’s cold!” the blonde boy whined

“Quit complaining. Here, press this against the cut. We’ll put a bandaid on it when we get home,” she told Katsuki, who followed her orders and pressed the tissue against his face.

“A super cool All Might bandaid?” Kacchan asked hopefully.

Mitsuki huffed a breath that sounded like a laugh and ruffled his hair, “Of course, my little hero maniac.” 

“Are you okay, Kacchan?” Izuku whimpered.

“It’s just a little cut,” the blonde shrugged like he hadn’t just gotten a near concussion.

Mitsuki smirked at the brave face her son was putting on, rolling her eyes. “Typical,” she shorted, whispering under her breath. “Come on boys. Up, up, up.”

“Where are we going?” Izuku asked, taking her hand while Kacchan took the other.

“Back to our house for some hot cocoa. How does that sound?” Mitsuki smiled.

“I like hot cocoa,” the freckled boy grinned.

“Can I have extra marshmallows?” Katsuki asked. 

“Sure sure, whatever you want,” she laughed. “But first, I think I need to save those boys from your mom, Izuku. I’ll be right back.” The blonde woman darted across the playground toward Inko who was laying into the boys and their parents, all of which looked terrified of the tiny woman’s wrath.

“Thanks for protecting me, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled. “Your quirk is so cool. And you fought those bullies just like All Might fights bad guys.”

Katsuki sniffed and shrugged. “It’s whatever. All Might wouldn’t have just let them get away with doing mean stuff. If I’m gonna be the next number one hero I gotta be just like him.”

The freckled boy nodded in agreement before stretching up on his tiptoes to plant a kiss against Kacchan’s wind chilled cheek. “You’re my hero, Kacchan.”

Izuku giggled as Katsuki’s ears turned bright red, and it wasn’t from the cold. His mitten clad hand was gripped tightly in the blonde boy’s hold as they walked toward their approaching mothers. 

“I’m gonna be the best hero, so I’ll always protect you, Deku.” Katsuki grumbled, refusing to look his way. 

Emerald eyes sparkled up at him with admiration and a beaming smile brighter than sunlit snow stretched across Izuku’s face. “Thanks, Kacchan.”

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déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feel your cheeks warm at the proximity, you’re close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

[ellaphnt]

Sillies fascinated by voice distortion

[kiisaes]

redraw of that one steven universe meme but as the "replace them with your comfort characters" art trend going around on twitter but mine are from the same series so the novelty is kinda gone and now it's just a bogstandard typical redraw. sorry

[tomatorabbitsticker]

Hori please give me Izuku having to take notes for Katsuki because his arms are fucked up and Izuku is the only one he trusts to take down all the notes. And then pls add in something like Izuku rambling in his notes or adding doodles that make Katsuki absolutely melt.

[holografrick]

babysitter dabi

[bakudekublogblog]

the funniest part about coming to mha late, was I knew bkdk was extremely controversial and had seen some of the discourse about from the outside, so when I finally decided to watch it I was shocked to discover just how much of the plot revolved around izuku having a huge crush on kacchan

[habken]

kung fu panda x bnha crossover doodles

+ panda!deku cause I couldn’t decide what I wanted him to be

[seagreenstardust]

Even just the fact that Katsuki point blank asks Izuku later “SOMETHING must have triggered black whip, what was it”???

Guys. Friends. Pals. You don’t choose to make the character who triggered the quirk ask the question (and not get an answer!!!) without a reason, this is textbook stuff, writing fictional characters 101. There is actual irony in Katsuki asking, in him not getting an answer, and most authors would introduce said irony only as foreshadowing, not as a random throwaway moment

[kworus]

i have a small analysis of bkdk's nicknames for each other so let me yap for a bit

they are parallels of each other, save to win and win to save, and this is reflected in the nicknames they gave each other. deku always had the heart of a hero despite not even having a quirk. He had a kinder soul than most heroes, yet he lacked the external part. 'deku' is a mean nickname that reflects bakugo's way of thinking. despite this, izuku sees bakugo as his image of victory, and he recontextualizes this nickname and it ends up as his hero name, the one he will be known for by most people, what became his public personality. bakugo shaped his exterior as a hero.

on the other hand, bakugo had everything set for him to become one of the greatest heroes from the beginning. his quirk is powerful and aggressive, he's strong and incredibly determined. but he lacked a lot of what being a hero means at its core. and this isn't to say bakugo was completely selfish and evil cause we know he wasn't, but he was terribly self-centered and let his insecurities shape him. and so izuku called him 'kacchan', a deeply intimate and childish nickname that remained after decades, and reflects izuku's views and character, despite it not looking like it would fit someone as loud and sharp as him. bakugo didn't use 'kacchan' as a hero name, yet during his fight with AFO, one of the moments that cemented his growth as a character he didn't introduce himself as katsuki or dynamight, but as 'kacchan bakugo', because that's who he truly is on the inside, izuku shaped his soul to one of a hero

[jamman42]

Or the funnier option:

(ANIME SPOILERS!!)

[ellisbian]

just making a remind how bakugou avoids kirishima who tries to reach him because he was worried bakugou felt tired and he wanted to help, here you may think bakugou hate touching and being touched and it’s true in a way but as soon as izuku grabs his arm, making puppy eyes he doesn’t even try to pull izuku out of him. and even if he acts all tough saying to deku he has just to be the cane he lets izuku grabbing and hanging on him.

i don’t want to make this post being about the evidence or not of the bakudeku, just wanted to focus on how katsuki accepts izuku’s help even if it may not seem, he’s just a fake hater who tries to convince himself and others he hates deku but there’s another truth .