#mha chapter 362

[lazyspidey16]

SPOILERS?

MANGA VS ANIME

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[puppyaulait]

[takaruki-art]

their feelings become one. what. feelings.

[valkyrie928]

14 Days of MHA - Day 3: “Light Fades to Rain”

“So Izuku… Can I still catch up to you?”

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Wanted to take a stab at coloring that iconic panel. I love the rainbow effect the anime gave Bakugou’s cluster move, so I tried to capture that vibe. Also - I’m still quite new to digital art, so some parts are a lil messier than I would have liked them to be… But i think overall it was a learning process!

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

What do you think Deku’s reaction would be when Bakugo is revived again?

Crying, for sure. Lots of crying.

Probably repeating certain phrases/words over and over again, like "Kacchan" and "oh my god" and "Kacchan."

Hand holding. For sure. He'll never let go of Kacchan's hand again.

If he's revived but only wakes up in a hospital, then I could see Deku giving kacchan the all might card back and tell him that he cleaned it and got it signed for him, possibly a comment about how younger kacchan would've lost it if he saw the card now (/pos cuz "ITS SIGNED BY ALL MIGHT").

[legendzjagz]

Okay so I saw art on here the other day of Deku leaning over a casket with bakugou in it, in his hero uniform. And it inspired this fic. I wrote this in like an hour - it’s not edited, sorry.

FOUND THE ART - beautiful bkdk art by Bleedingivorydraws

You can also blame @z-mizcellaneous-z because we had a quick little idea abt a super angsty fic so they put me in the mood. *no worries bestie! I’m just joking around. I love you! /plat and I’m kinda thankful for getting this out!

Also, please get tissues ready when reading this cuz I fucking was sobbing writing it.

Still The Wonder Duo

“Remember when we were little and we had planned to become heroes together? We would play heroes all day long. You’d always wanna be All Might and you would let me be All Might too. It was nice when we would switch who was All Might. But even on days when I was All Might I still looked at you; still followed your lead. You were my hero even then. You were so overwhelming to watch, but I could never look away.

“I remember when we got our All Might trading cards too. I was so happy we’d gotten the same one. I knew we’d be together forever because that’s how little kids' brains work. We got the same card at the same time and it proved that destiny was real.”

Izuku sniffles and eyes shift to the card currently laying visible under black and orange gloved hands. Izuku’s own hands cover a majority of them and he can barely see the blood on the corner.

“Destiny is a bitch.” He whispers to himself and shakes his head trying to quell the still steady flowing tears down his cheeks. “You think you’ll get All Might to sign it wherever you both go? You know he will.”

Deku swallows tightly, lump in his throat, but he refuses to start sobbing. He needs to have clear enough eyes right now. Needs to keep soaking in blonde hair, the angles of pale skin, the new scar covering the right side of a face he’s known since they were children. Take in the sharp point of a nose and the curve of lips he’s only recently discovered the taste of; he reaches to cradle the cool sharp jaw of his childhood best friend in his palm. His other hand grips tightly to black and orange gloves, placed over a nonmoving stomach.

“We didn’t even get to go on a date yet.” He wishes red eyes would snap open at this confession and Kacchan would glare at him tightly and grumble: “all the good places got destroyed, shitty nerd. But let’s ditch these fuckers and i’lll make something back at the dorms before the extras show up and ruin it”.

Izuku would have laughed and used OFA to get them back to the dorms. They’d get to the kitchen and Kacchan would have him start cutting vegetables for whatever meal he’d make for him. And then yell at Deku when he didn’t like the cuts he’d make. He imagines Kacchan would wrap his arms around him, hands placed over his own to guide him in a demonstration of proper cutting and chopping techniques. And once Izuku would have completed his task he’d have sat on the counter next to the stove while Kacchan cooked for them - stealing as many kisses as he could. Then they’d move to eat at the island, ankles wrapped around the other. He’d try to steal Kacchan’s food, and they’d argue that it was the same food in each bowl. But Izuku would want Kacchan’s because Kacchan’s food was always better. He’d have those wonderful, bright, red eyes on him again. He’d have been happy just to see the intensity of Kacchan’s eyes bare into his soul for one last time. He would have -

“Kacchan - ” Izuku chokes on his next breath, because its a vision of a life they won’t have anymore. One he’ll never have again. Because the person he’s supposed to share his life with is lying before him in a casket. For someone so lively in life it's terrifying and wrong to see him so still. “Kacchan - “ He chokes again, chest tight and constricting. The tears are coming in stronger.

He rests his chin on his bicep. It’s an awkward angle, but he needs to be able to breathe in the caramel, smoke and sweat of Kacchan’s orange jacket without moving his eyes away from his face.

Izuku had been sitting outside the dorms with Kacchan, enjoying one of the last nights before they were sent out to fight. The late may nighttime air had turned chilly and Izuku had just about to suggest they head inside when Kacchan shucked off his favorite orange jacket and draped it over Izuku’s visibly shivering shoulders.

“But what about you?” He’d asked.

Kacchan had shrugged, “I run hot,”

Izuku hid a smile into the collar and breathed in deep. “Kacchan gave me his jacket.”

“Yeah, well,” He’d rolled his eyes, like it didn’t matter but Izuku could just make out a blush across Kacchan’s cheeks, “Don’t expect it everytime, Deku.”

“Okay.” He giggled into the coat.

Kacchan had rolled his eyes again, then lifted his nearest arm. Deku had taken the invitation and scooted the half a foot over to curl up into Kacchan’s chest.

“After all this is over, I’m going to date you so damn hard.”

“You can’t make dating into a competition, Kacchan?”

“Fucking watch me.”

“I already do.”

Kacchan had huffed in embarrassment, but Izuku knew he liked it. He shifted up in his hold and kissed what he could reach - the edge of Kacchan’s jaw. Kacchan of course didn’t think that was enough and had turned his head to press his lips firmly to Izuku’s. Izuku had felt like he was in heaven; the happiest he’d felt in a long time.

Now he’s struggling to find those kernels of happiness as the body under his hands remains cold.

“I wish giving you your jacket back would make you warm again. But I know your pride won’t let you take it back.”

Izuku stares at Katsuki Bakugou and studies his features till his breathing has returned to a relatively normal pace and the tears are no longer destroying his image of victory.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there.

But he knows it’s not long enough.

“Izuku,” A hand appears on his shoulder and Deku jumps and turns to look into a grey and blue eye. Shoto. Next to him stands Kirishima, his own red eyes - not the red that Izuku is desperate to see though - are filled with unshed tears. “It’s time to go, Izuku.”

Fear rises up quickly in his chest and he chokes once more on his breath, “What?” He turns to look at Kacchan, waiting to see an eyes roll and for him to tell them both to ‘fuck off’ till he was ready. But all that remains is a peacefully blank expression. “But… but…” He can feel the panic rise, “It hasn’t been long enough. We only just got here… we can’t…”

“Izuku,” Shoto squeezes his shoulder, “It’s been 5 hours.”

“NO.” Izuku shakes his head. He can’t look away from Kacchan. He has to be with him. Screw Kacchan’s pride, Izuku will walk with him till they get to his resting place. “No, it’s not time. I can’t leave him.”

“We have to go, Midobro.” Kirishima sniffles. “They have to take him back.”

“They can’t have him,” He growls and shoots his friends a glare so sharp he sees them take a tentative step back. Good. His eyes go back to Kacchan.

He hears shifting next to him, Shoto’s hands leave his shoulders; but he doesn’t look away. Trying to memorize blonde hair and how it sits just so, the way it felt to hold Kacchan’s cheek, the arch of eyebrows when doing something stupid, the way pink would tinge across his nose when Izuku would stare too long. He wants to see it now.

“Midoriya, It’s time to go.” A new voice says.

“No.”

“Midoriya, I will lift you out of here. Let’s not make a scene.”

“I don’t care. I can’t just leave him. He promised.”

“Promised what?”

Izuku can feel the tears welling up again, throat tightening and his words are voiced just above a whisper, “That we’d do this together. Side by side. He promised.”

“Okay, okay.” The new voice soothes, “He will always be with you. No matter what. He’ still with you, tied to your soul. So it’s okay to leave; because he has never left you.”

Izuku is surprised at the words and turns to look to his left to see Aizawa-sensei squatting near his knee. His eyes are red and not from quirk use. They shine like he just put eye drops in. “Sensei,” Izuku whispers.

“Come on, Midoriya. One more goodbye.”

Izuku gasps and turns back to Kacchan. Goodbye? No. no no no no no. he can’t say goodbye. It’s not time yet. They stil have so much they need to do.

He didn’t realize he was shaking his head and muttering until Aizawa places a hand on his knee, “You have to. It’s time.”

“NO!” He shouts. He can’t he can’t he can’t he can’t -

“We can do this the hard way or you can walk out of here on your own.”

He doesn’t remember what he answers, just tries to touch Kacchan one more time. Maybe he tried to wake him? Maybe he tried to kiss ice cold lips one last time. Tries to run his fingers through golden hair onc last time. But one second he’s sitting and the other he’s benign held tight to Aizawa’s chest and carried away from Kacchan.

“Kacchan!!” He screeches, tyring to see past Aizawa’s shoulder. “NO! No you can’t make me leave him! He can’t leave yet!!”

He tries to push away, but he’d been pretty week from the fighting and hadn’t been eating much since the final battle. He was weak. Kacchan would be so mad at him. Well he’s mad at him too.

“YOU PROMISED!” He yells, tears are flowing freely now, blurring his vision, “You fucking promised we do this together! You’re not allowed to leave me! You hear me! Please!!”

They’re getting further away, kacchan drifting farther away from him. He can make out other people on the edge of his peripheral; but they don’t matter. No else matter right now..

“Take me back! You can’t leave me! Kacchan please! Please please please! You’re mine they can’t have you!”

He cries and tries to escape Aizawa’s hold but his hold is too tight. Izuku gets one last glance at Kacchan’s bright blonde hair and fitted in his hero suit - looking as gorgeous as ever. As beautiful as he should be as Izuku’s symbol of victory. And then they turn a corner and he’s gone.

“NO!” He screeches once more, “Kacchan! Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan - “ He cries. He sobs. He can’t do this without him. It hurts without him. They were supposed to do this together.

“It’s going to be okay, Midoriya. It’s going to be okay.” Aizawa tries to soothe him.

“Kacchan - “ Izuku sobs into his Sensei’s shoulder. He can only say the name of his future. He thinks of what could have been. Sobs for the person who should be holding him currently. Sobs for his closest person. Sobs for a boy who was gone too soon; for a boy who was only just coming into himself.

Izuku passes out against Aizawa’s shoulder, Kacchan’s name on his lips.

[unhinged-pickle-juice]

BNHA MANGA SPOILER BELOW

Just thought about the fact that Bakugou will likely spend every waking moment after this War trying to prove that his life was worth Edgeshot’s and I need everyone to suffer with me over this

[ilylola]

i’ll NEVERR forget how soft bakugo’s facial expression was as he was about to die…. im not crying u are

[danlokkys]

fallen star.

HE NEEDSSS TO GET TF BACK UP, it's been a year and the only thing that ive felt is relief over the fact that nothing has happened to my boy Kirishima fr.

[hyacjnthus]

rick riordan 🤝 kōhei horikoshi

making their fans wait a year to find out what happens to their popular characters

[dah-hails]

Poppies are pretty flowers. They definitely don't symbolize anything.

I figured, I've had this blog for a decade, I might as well post art here, so here's a Bakugou sketch I did a while back :0 ..when chapter 362 happened qwq

I think maybe I'll continue to post here as well as Twitter and Instagram

[papawty]

I just got my Apple Pencil last night and I wanted to draw this Bakugou panel for so long. This is the softest grin I’ve seen on him so far… and he’s bordering on death’s door 😭

It’s been a year since and I hope we get to see him again soon. Horikoshi, I will come banging on your door 🫵🏼

[thevrslutz]

Mha Ao3 recs anyone?🥹🥹

you don’t have to read the list if you have one in mind JUST RECOMMEND SOME FICS (repost with ff)

-Domestic fluff

-kid fics

-found family

-Angst

-past trauma (it’s comforting, leave me be)

-ptsd

-recovery (SH, ED and so on)

-family drama

-Zombie apocalypse AUs

-Adult class 1-a

-xReaders

-reader inserts

-Any LEGAL ships really (just not too odd like Nighteye x Hawks or sum shit pls)

-only exception to the one above ‼️NO HAWKS X ENDEAVOR‼️

-idk what y’all say about it, I’ll read a good bkdk fic anyday bro

-not really a fan of tddk but if it’s a top tier fic, I’ll read it

[nadiyadyson3398]

Bro, I'm getting real tired of this! It's been well over 30 chapters in the anime.... AND STILL NO WORD ON MY BOY!!!! So much is happening in the anime, with Deku and Shigaraki's fight, Sadman's Parade with Toga and Uraraka, the Todoroki Family fighting Dabi and also, they tryna advertise the third and possibly final fight against All Might (small form) and Prime All for One... Not to mention, YOU TOOK MY BOY, HAWKS QUIRK! DAMN YOU, ALL FOR ONE!!!!!!!

This is just too much. I can understand all that but..... Please, I need some recognition- something, ANYTHING that'll tell me that this boy is gon make it. I don't know how much my heart can take. All that talk of becoming the number 1 hero, surpassing All Might and Deku... And to be taken out like this😢😔😭 what did Edgeshot give his life for?!?!?!

My word still stands, if it is official that this boy is really gone, I.... I won't be able to finish this anime. I love Bakugou too much to lose him and if it's true, I'll go as far as season 6 and that's it. Too much is happening in My Hero, so much death and destruction, sadness and depression.... WE CANNOT LOSE NO MORE PEOPLE! Midnight's dead, Stars and Strips is gone, Bakugou's supposed death was BAD ENOUGH! AND NOW IF Y'ALL SEEN THE LASTEST CHAPTER, OCHACO TOO!!! We can't lose OCHACO, dude. We just can't.

[hyuge]

Day One: Soulmates

Eijirou knew. He knew from the moment their hands clasped in midair that Bakugou Katsuki was his soulmate. The second they connected with that resounding clap and Bakugou smirked that cocky grin of his saying, “what are you, an idiot?” that they were meant to be together forever. That fact was punctuated by the familiar soul-bond that appeared on his wrist. Bakugou’s erratic heartbeat from the adrenaline coursing through his veins echoed in time with Eijirou’s own frantic heart. The pale lines on his skin moved up and down in rapid succession and he knew Bakugou was seeing and feeling the exact same thing he was.

It brought comfort to him. No matter how far apart they were, or how dangerous the mission was, Eijirou just had to look down at his wrist to know Bakugou was okay. He would watch those pale, pink lines go up and down for hours. Often times, it was what lulled him to sleep at night, especially on the worst of days.

So, when he stood on the battlefield, after having said goodbye to the love of his life for the umpteenth time, and watched that line on his wrist go flat, his world froze. There were shouts all around him. People needed his help, but all he could think of was Bakugou, kilometers away at the floating island that had become their school, fighting the greatest villain they had ever faced. Not Bakugou, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Anyone else but him. It was cruel of him to wish ill-intent on his friends and fellow heroes, but Eijirou wasn’t thinking straight. The heroes were supposed to keep him safe.

That heartbeat was not meant to flatline. Again, he failed to keep Bakugou safe when it was most important. Again, he was nowhere near the blond to protect him. If he had been there—would it have mattered? Could he have protected his soulmate from someone that could disintegrate an entire city without even touching it? Eijirou would never know. Instead, he’s left a broken and empty shell of a human being, with a Quirk that can harden his skin, but not his heart, and a soul-bond that no longer resonates with the heartbeat of his soulmate.

“—shima. Kirishima!” Someone shook his shoulder, breaking him of his trance. He looked up to see Ashido standing next to him, sweat dripping from her brow as she stared at him with concern in those inky-black eyes. “Kirishima, move!” she shouted in his face. Realization dawned on him a beat too late as she was shoving him out of the way of an incoming villain attack.

They rolled to the ground, and he hardened his back to brace for their fall. They were pressed chest to chest, noses bumping together as Ashido stood up and dusted herself off. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t be spacing out like that,” she chided him.

Eijirou’s tongue felt thick in his mouth as he tried to work out the words. He gulped, then sat up, and lifted his wrist for her to see. “Katsuki,” he choked out with a sob.

[tenderheartedtheodore]

Midoriya can't feel anything.

The second his eyes found Bakugou's lifeless body, he felt despair burning in his chest. He was griefing as realization hit him the moment his feet touched the ground. Above everything, he was mad at himself. (He should've been there, but he wasn't. He should've been fighting by Kacchan's side. With him. For him. For all of them. But he wasn't.)

It was all he could see. He couldn't look away. His chest was collapsing and oxygen wasn't reaching his lungs; only ash and the sickening scent of burnt flesh and blood.

He could hear, faintly, Lemillion shouting at him, telling him to focus. How far his senpai's voice sounded was comical, almost, considering he was shaking his shoulders and yelling directly at him. Midoriya pulled away and punched his own chest, pounding, hard enough to bruise his ribs.

Focus!

He couldn't get the image of Bakugou's body out of his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, stop, but it was engrained into his eyelids.

His nails dug into his palms. The pain wasn't grounding, it was barely even there.

Kacchan still had the card. And now it laid beside him on the battleground. Beside his corpse. Bloody. Ruined.

Blackwhip wrapped itself around Midoriya's body, muffling his cries. He couldn't tell if he was doing that unconsciously or if Blackwhip was trying to keep him together on its own. Either way, he needed to stop.

He couldn't waste time feeling, he'd wasted enough time already. And because of that Kacchan was dead.

So Midoriya couldn't feel anything.