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anjumstar · 1 year ago

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Sand Lines ch7, Monday

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rating: teen

pairing: bakudeku

word count: 40.6k/40.6k

summary: It wasn’t a vacation. It was only convenient that Katsuki’d managed to trick Miruko into thinking it was.

Katsuki doesn’t need a break. Post-war life has been peaceful. Too peaceful. So under the guise of a vacation, Katsuki heads to the American southwest, the only place where he can do the thing he wants to do the most: blow stuff up. Big time. And it’s all going to according to plan for about five minutes, until Deku comes along. They’ve barely seen each other since graduation last year and Katsuki could, should blow him up for getting in his business yet again. Instead, they learn about post-war life in the way they’ve done everything: together.

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They didn’t share beds again. It was too much, too soon.

A relationship should start with a strong foundation—that’s what idiots with unsolicited advice always said. The foundation came first and provided support for everything else, and nothing else could be built until the foundation was poured and hardened.

That wasn’t what Katsuki and Izuku were.

Their relationship was like sand.

There were fragments of it. Some strewn to the wind, some in the same place for a long time. But they were messy and shifting and by no means built with a solid foundation. But they say that with enough sand, eventually the weight from the top compresses the bottom most layer into something solid again. What once was sand would become stone. And the more stacked on top of it, the harder it would get.

And right now, the new granules were pouring like desert rain.

Their alarm went off while the sky was still as dark as it had been when they went to sleep. Their flight wasn’t a red-eye—little blessings—but they were still looking a good twenty-four hours of travel dead in the face. And that was if they experienced no delays. They’d lose a whole day traveling this way—it’d nearly be Wednesday by the time they arrived home.

They hadn’t packed the night before. The drive back to the motel after leaving White Sands was slow—Izuku had wanted to enjoy the starlight and Katsuki couldn’t blame him. And while it hadn’t been too late, the unholy hour that they’d have to wake up at had sent them both to bed, suitcases exposed and belongings spread throughout the room.

The only thing accomplished the night before had been dropping his cooler and umbrella outside a closed thrift shop. The rental car was empty of everything but sand.

Katsuki smacked around the nightstand to find his phone and shut it off before finally rolling out of bed. They had to pack, they had to eat breakfast, they had to check out of the room, and then they had to drive all the way back to Texas. Then sit in a couple tin cans in the sky for seventeen hours.

“Deku,” Katsuki grumbled, hurling a pillow in his general direction. “Get up and put your shitty super speed to decent use.”

A spark of teal lit up the room as Izuku caught the pillow with nary a drop of moonlight to see by.

“That do it for you?” he asked, cheeky before the lights were even on.

“I meant packing, shithead,” Katsuki said, flipping on the light. It revealed Izuku’s body to him, his bare chest and one thigh just beginning to poke out of the blanket, covered only by a thin set of boxer shorts. Attraction was a devil and Katsuki wasn’t ready for hell. Yet.

He looked away, walking to the sinks so he could brush his teeth and get his toiletries ready to pack. Maybe splash some cool water on his face and keep the blush at bay.

“It’s hard to use super speed in just a small room,” Izuku said, rustling behind Katsuki as he got out of bed.

“Sounds like a wimp who’s not up for a challenge.”

Izuku was beside Katsuki in a blue-green flash, hip-checking him as he reached for his own toothbrush. “How’s that?”

Katsuki gurgled around his toothpaste, some attempt at a growl, but the frothiness of his mouth stripped away the edge.

“Kacchan…” Izuku started, slowly putting a bead of toothpaste on his brush. “This wasn’t…just a vacation thing, right?”

“Wha?” Katsuki asked, taking his toothbrush out and talking around a mouthful of minty spit.

“Like…a vacation romance? That doesn’t follow us home?”

That was enough for Katsuki to spit out the toothpaste.

“Let me get this straight,” Katsuki said. “You think I’m gonna do this shit with you here, and commit to working with you full time, only to turn this shit into some G-rated fling?” Katsuki grabbed the hand in which Izuku held his toothbrush and shoved the brush into Izuku’s mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Izuku pulled the toothbrush out, a line of spit following it. “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to make sure—you’re not really the easiest person to read.”

“We got ice cream together at a pink retro diner frozen custard palace,” Katsuki deadpanned. “If that ain’t clear, I’ll have to find whatever pride flag is appropriate, smack you with it, and then fly the blood-

soaked thing from my apartment.”

Izuku frowned. “You see how that might not be especially clear?”

The thing was, clear wasn’t what Katsuki had to offer right at this red-hot moment. Confused, sure. A little gay, fine. But clear just wasn’t in the cards, and judging by Izuku’s lack of words on the matter, the water he was wading through was just as murky as Katsuki’s.

Izuku had always looked to Katsuki for answers, but when they were young, every question had been simple. What’s this kanji? How’d you skip that rock? How’d you dribble that ball? Now they were both equally out of their depth and they’d both have to help each other figure things out in a way they’d only just begun to do.

Katsuki rinsed his toothbrush and put it down. Then he pressed a minty kiss to Izuku’s cheek. It was rough with little hints of morning stubble but plush and round with youth.

“Happy?”

Izuku’s face turned pink, almost orange in the yellowed artificial light. As Katsuki turned around to continue packing, he heard a squeaked little, “Yep!” and then the sound of a toothbrush vigorously going.

Without a hamper or a washing machine, the dirty clothes had ended up somewhat strewn around the room. They all had made it close to their respective suitcases, but not quite in and definitely not folded.

They’d all be going in the washer the moment Katsuki made it home, but everything would fit nicer folded, and he wouldn’t bring shame on his family if customs decided to open his suitcase and investigate.

Everything smelled of sweat and lingering deodorant. Wafts of the past week hit Katsuki as he folded every item until he got to a black shirt that was different.

It was the shirt Izuku had worn on Saturday. The shirt he’d been wearing when Katsuki lost his mind and kissed him. The shirt that had looked so funny on him but also staked Katsuki’s claim on him before he’d even known what he was doing.

It smelled like Izuku. His slightly more woodsy deodorant and multiple layers of sunscreen and sweat from a day in the sun. And it smelled like Katsuki too, his detergent, and his laundry all entangled. It was what they smelled like when they were intertwined, or if they did domestic things like laundry together. If they lived together.

Katsuki shoved the shirt in his bag. Too much too soon. No sleeping together and no imagining living together.

“I’ll wash that!” Izuku offered suddenly, obviously done with brushing his teeth. Katsuki tempered his surprise, hoping it didn’t show on his body.

Katsuki imagined the shirt coming back to him smelling like Izuku’s detergent. It was a nice thought. It’d be an easy excuse to see each other again soon.

But Katsuki didn’t need an excuse now. And if he wanted a shirt that smelled like Izuku, he could steal one any time he wanted.

“Nah, I got it,” he said. And then he came across a bag that he’d shoved in his case, underneath the layers of clothes and other bullshit. “Here, this belongs with your stuff.”

Katsuki lifted the bag behind him, over his shoulder, face blazing. Izuku muttered things about not knowing what the bag was, not remembering buying it, and there was the telltale rustling of the bag being opened. Then there was a gasp. Then, the next thing Katsuki knew, he was being glomped from behind by a minty-fresh nerd.

“All Might!” Izuku exclaimed.

“It’s Katsuki, actually,” Katsuki grumbled sarcastically.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried. His hold was tight, unaware of his strength as he held the integrity of Katsuki’s ribs between his arms. “I love it, thank you!”

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki said. “Was a pretty good vacation. Should have some souvenirs.”

“Oh my gosh!” Izuku exclaimed, pulling back. Katsuki’s ribs were grateful, but a part of him missed the warmth of Izuku’s breath on his neck. “We need omiyage!”

Omiyage was a hassle when your friend group was twenty people strong. Between the two of them, there was no way they were bringing forty souvenirs total for their friends, not counting their parents and maybe some of their teachers and coworkers. Miruko, perhaps, if she deserved it after the shit she’d pulled. Then, suddenly, Katsuki had an idea.

“Finish packing and I know exactly what we can bring.”

Hours later, they’d made it through customs, both suitcases stuffed with the entirety of the motel’s continental breakfast, all wrapped in individual servings to give to their friends and give them the full experience of America. Honeybuns and breakfast cereals and, well, the fruit they’d actually eaten themselves. It made up for the week of breakfasts they’d skipped, or at least that was the logic Katsuki had given as he’d looked the checkout clerk dead in the eye and swept all the danishes into his bag. Fair was fair.

Since Izuku and Katsuki hadn’t bought their tickets together, their seats weren’t together either on the flight from Texas to Los Angeles or from Los Angeles to Japan. It’d be seventeen hours of horrible, mouth-breathing strangers, all making it even harder to sleep than it already was for Katsuki in a flying room full of people. Despite the jetlag and the early morning, Katsuki wasn’t convinced he’d sleep a wink.

“Boarding group D.”

Katsuki stepped forward to begin boarding the plane. Izuku had bought his ticket more last minute, maybe pulled strings to get on the same flight at all, so he probably had some shitty seat over the wing or right by the bathroom where the seats didn’t recline. Boarding group Z or something.

The domestic airlines were shit. Tiny seats, no televisions, and the only food offered were tiny cookies and tins of juice. But the flight was less than two hours, and that was all that was on Katsuki’s mind as he stomped to his seat in the middle of the plane. It all went wrong before he even sat down.

“Wow, you’re Dynamight!”

A whole week of blissful anonymity, gone in a moment. The plane broke out in quiet murmurs, and Katsuki caught a quiet, “Who’s that?” “Is that a hero?” He wanted to roll his eyes until they got lost in the hat that should have at least partially shrouded him from this nonsense.

And of course, the guy who he was seated next to was the one who’d started the whole thing.

He was some kind of bro. A deep tan on his arms, a faded baseball cap on his head. Maybe the same age as Katsuki himself. It was always so hard to tell—his class had aged so fast. Scars and lines of concern running all over their skin.

Katsuki sat down heavily, a grunt his only word of acknowledgement towards his row partner.

“So cool!” the guy continued, as though they were in conversation. “Were you on vacation?”

Training, Katsuki wanted to snap back, but that wasn’t quite how things had ended up, was it? “Yep,” he said shortly.

“Ah, that’s awesome,” the guy said, a bit of a drawl spilling out. He was probably from this dusty place. Maybe trying to do something bigger in Los Angeles. “You earned it.”

Katsuki wondered if that was the kind of platitude that all Americans said. If this guy just recognized Katsuki from an internet video he saw sometime or if he had a real idea of Katsuki’s stats, of what it had taken for him to get his license and go on to sit on this slow-boarding plane today. If he had any idea whether Katsuki had deserved it or if he was blowing off work because he was an asshole.

Maybe Katsuki was only wondering that because even after all of this, vacation still didn’t feel like a word meant to be spoken alongside Bakugou Katsuki.

“I love it when heroes chill,” the guy said, testing out the seat’s recline even though they hadn’t taken off yet. “Makes me feel like I’m not an idiot for, you know, not looking over my shoulder every minute and having pepper spray on hand at all times.”

Katsuki turned to the guy. His eyes were bright blue, like All Might’s. “What’re you talking about?”

The guy shrugged. “If you feel safe, I feel safe. If you can take a break, that’s a good sign, right? Even if you live on the other side of the planet. You been keeping up with what’s been happening in Japan?”

Shockingly, Katsuki hadn’t. He and Izuku hadn’t spent much time on their phones. Minimal texting, news updates, or social media. If something big had happened, he’d like to think he would have heard, but what else had he missed?

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” The guy shook his head with a small smile. “Seems like you haven’t missed much.”

At that point, Izuku finally made his slow way down the aisle, keeping his broad shoulders hunched in on himself so he didn’t bump into the seats on either side. He saw Katsuki immediately, because of course he did, and a big smile rose to his face, as though they hadn’t been in each other’s company every second of every minute of the last six days.

But somehow, Katsuki smiled back. Even as the guy next to him gasped, “Hero Deku!” Katsuki couldn’t push down the warm, sappy feeling that came with Izuku smiling at him.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he passed by. “See you soon!”

Katsuki could feel the flickering of the guy’s eyes between the back of his head and Izuku as he found his seat in the back of the plane.

“You traveling together?”

Katsuki grunted. A week ago, the answer was a hard no. Together implies some level of collaboration. Partnership.

“Yeah,” Katsuki said. “He’s…yeah.”

It took ages for the damn aircraft to take off. When it finally did, the tanned patchwork of the American southwest gave way to the rugged mountains which gave way to the smog and sprawl of Los Angeles. Less than two hours in the air.

As the plane taxied, Katsuki heard a voice hissing behind him. “Kacchan! Kacchan, I think we’re gonna have to run!”

Impossible. Their layover was supposed to be an hour and a half, which Katsuki had picked on purpose because he didn’t want to be stuck sitting in America for any longer than he had to be. But it was plenty of time to get from one gate to another, even in an airport as large as LAX.

Or it would be. If they ever found a place to dock the damn plane.

The time that it had taken them to take off in the first place had landed them behind schedule and now every moment spent driving around the airport ate into that hour-and-a-half time slot. Less than an hour now, actually.

When the plane finally docked, Katsuki was perfectly willing to elbow his way off the thing if it meant getting out faster. But it wouldn’t be worth his time if Izuku lollygagged in the back of the plane like Katsuki knew he would. Not because he wasn’t in a hurry, but because he’d let everyone go before him. No elbow throwing to be seen.

So that was how Katsuki came to stand just outside the plane, toe tapping impatiently, memorizing the map of the airport terminals on his phone, refreshing to make sure their location hadn’t changed at the last minute.

“Kacchan!” Izuku breathed when he finally escaped from the plane. “Let’s go!”

They took off. Izuku had the momentum, so he was a step ahead, but he was grabbing Katsuki’s wrist and dragging him right behind until the wheels of his carry-on sorted themselves out and Katsuki caught up.

A laugh escaped out of Katsuki’s mouth, and it almost made him miss Izuku’s twin sound. Both of their laughter echoing together through the jetway. It was such a special sound, one that didn’t come out when things were always so serious. When they were always saving the day or training themselves up to do so.

They laughed when they were safe. They laughed when their job was done. They laughed when they were together.

“To the shuttle!” Izuku instructed as they burst forth into the boarding area.

They ran through the airport as one oversized force. Two huge, hulking heroes, hands intertwined, with luggage flailing on either side. When they finally made it to their gate, it had only just started boarding.

“Where’d they stick you for this one?” Katsuki panted, reaching for his phone to pull out his boarding pass, brightening the screen to the point of blinding for the scanner to be able to read.

“Oh, um…”

Izuku flashed his boarding pass at Katsuki, and Katsuki only had to read the seat number to know that the boarding group was A. Somehow, this loser had decided to pay out the nose for a first class ticket. Well, if there was ever a time to do it, an overnight flight was that time.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki said simply, keeping his own pass to himself.

“It was the last seat available,” Izuku offered weakly.

“Whatever,” Katsuki snarked. “Hope you’re passed out the whole time.”

Izuku grinned. “Me too, honestly.”

Katsuki didn’t even realize that their hands were still locked together, warm and sweating from the run, until Izuku let go in order to move ahead in line. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s group hadn’t been called yet, so he had nothing to do but wait.

The plane boarded. This time he passed Izuku on his way in, the nerd already stacked high with blankets and pillows. Katsuki’s seat didn’t have either of those, but there was a small TV and the seats were more plush and spacious than on the previous plane. If he could sleep, none of it would matter anyway.

He went unrecognized this time. Or if any of the Japanese passengers recognized him, they were subtle enough not to say anything.

Then Izuku showed up again.

“Excuse me?” he said, and for a second, Katsuki thought he was talking to him. He was about to give him lip about being so formal when he realized that Izuku was looking over his shoulder to the woman sitting beside him. “Excuse me, miss?”

“Yes?” she said, taking out an earbud and looking at Izuku with confusion.

“Well, uh, I was wondering if I could trade seats with you?” Izuku asked. “See, this is my friend here, and, um, I’d like to share the flight with him, if that would be possible?”

The woman looked befuddled. Eyebrows cinched, nose turned up.

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience but, you understand, well, he’s…a very important person to me,” he blathered on. “And so I hope it’s not too much to ask.”

It was great that there were no eyes on Katsuki, as his cheek color burgeoned to a warm, bright pink. What did very important person mean anyway? What would Izuku call him if they weren’t in public?

Katsuki glanced back at his seatmate, still looking like she’d swallowed a piece of unripe bitter melon. He could sense her mouth about to open into a rejection when he butted in. “His seat is in first class.”

The woman’s face brightened. She was out of the window seat in five seconds, not even waiting for Katsuki to move his legs out of the way. Then Izuku was next to him and it was like they were back in the oversized SUV again, sitting side by side in surprisingly easy company.

“Hi,” Izuku said once he was settled. “I hope that was okay. I just figured…give it a shot, right?”

“Can’t stand a moment without me?” Katsuki asked, grinning. “What are we, brats again?”

“I could stand it,” Izuku disagreed. “I did for the last year. I just…don’t have to. And maybe I wanna make up for lost time.”

Time was something that the two of them kept losing. Through the bulbs of an hourglass were years of their adolescence, months lost in the war through comas and self isolation, and the last year of not knowing what they were doing. Sands lost to stupidity and circumstance.

“Good,” Katsuki said, and as the captain began speaking over the intercom, Katsuki leaned his head on Izuku’s shoulder. He was tired, and his body was still sore from all the training. Izuku was warm and his shoulder was broad and padded with muscle.

Katsuki didn’t even remember taking off.

Tuesday

The flight was long but getting through customs was short. The wait for their luggage was long but the ride to their apartments was short. Too short as they split their separate ways to separate parts of the city, the farthest apart they’d ever lived. Then, in the early evening in Japan and early morning in America, Katsuki went to sleep alone.

Wednesday

The sound of the buzzer ringing pierced Katsuki from consciousness, and he was up and out of bed before he even knew what he was doing. Some Pavlovian impulse to open the door for whoever was downstairs, he supposed, but as he marched to the door and the morning fog lifted from his mind, it seemed more than likely that he would let them in only to blast their face when they made it to his door. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

It was too early for breakfast, but someone was getting cooked.

Of course, when he saw the grainy black-and-white security camera footage of an idiot lifting a plastic bag up and waving, he rolled his eyes and buzzed said idiot in. He’d decide whether to cook him or not when he got to Katsuki’s door.

Idly, Katsuki thought maybe he should just give the guy a key.

He hadn’t moved from the door by the time the knock came, and Katsuki whipped it open to reveal Izuku’s face shift from surprise to happiness. “Kacchan!” he exclaimed. “I brought breakfast!”

Breakfast had no smell and the rustle of convenience store plastic, but Katsuki couldn’t complain since he hadn’t eaten anything since about the time they’d been flying over the International Date Line. When Katsuki peeked in the bag, he saw rice balls, drinkable yogurt, miso soup, porridge, and fruit. And that was just what was visible on top.

Izuku shrugged. “I didn’t know what you wanted? Kacchan needs his protein!”

Katsuki snatched the bag and brought it to the kitchen. He may have emptied out the fridge before leaving for his trip, but he still had hot water and could heat and reconstitute everything in minutes.

“I know I’m going into the office this morning,” Katsuki said as he started opening packages and Izuku leaned against the counter. “Last I checked, you don’t work till tonight. Why’re you awake?”

“Actually, I changed my schedule,” Izuku said, munching on a rice ball. “Not from now on or anything, just for today. Early shift.”

“Following me again?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been able to help it.”

It was shockingly domestic. The meals shared and carpooling and partnering up had been one thing—it had been bonding—but this was different. This was in Katsuki’s home when his teeth were not yet brushed, about to go to work and do what he did every day. It was integration. It was what they should have been doing the whole time.

“Soup,” Katsuki said, putting down a small, steaming bowl of miso soup and a set of chopsticks on the counter. Then, almost as an afterthought, he pressed a kiss to the side of Izuku’s cheek. It was rougher than yesterday with stubble from the day of travel, rushing over to Katsuki’s apartment without even looking at himself in the mirror.

They were both efficient eaters, always scarfing down food quickly before getting back to school or work, so it wasn’t long before they were heading out and taking the train together to headquarters. Their bodies were pressed together on the train, everyone stuffed tight with morning rush hour.

It would be so easy to pull Izuku close, wrap his arms around his waist, rest his chin on his shoulder. But they weren’t there yet. They weren’t public—even if they were public, they didn’t have a label—and as it was, Katsuki didn’t know what to do with his hands. So he kept them at his side and focused on staying balanced on the train so that he didn’t go crashing into Izuku the next time the train stopped.

Although, maybe that didn’t sound so bad. It’d probably be easier.

“Thought you were slick, huh?”

Miruko kicked her legs on top of her desk, making a loud thump thump that sent paperwork and the packaged honeybun they’d just given her to the floor. Thump.

“Hope you’ve learned not to pull one over on me, blasty.”

Katsuki scowled. “Learned not to trust you farther than I can throw you.”

“So you must trust me quite a bit,” Miruko retorted. “I expect you’re stronger than ever after what you tried to pull.”

Miruko grinned and Katsuki bit his tongue. He couldn’t go against a compliment.

Izuku laughed and that drew Miruko’s attention back to him. “And you, changing your schedule at the last second so you could come in this morning?”

It felt like they were back in high school, sitting on a couch together with All Might sitting across from them. Once again, they were a fledgling team with hardly a clue about how to move forward together. They’d figured it out on the fly back then, and they could do it again now.

“Kacchan and I have some proposals that we wanted to talk about as soon as possible.”

Miruko put her arms out towards them. “Please.”

“Japan has been fine this last week,” Izuku started. “I looked up the incident reports and arrests, and I could show them to you but I already know that you know that Japan didn’t fall apart without us. So it would also be fine if we worked together, instead of spreading out our power. Other heroes will rise to the task, and we’d be happy to mentor sidekicks for just that reason.”

Izuku sounded a little stilted and stiff, like he might have typed the speech and memorized it before bringing it into the room, but it was all sound enough. Basically what they had talked about just a couple days ago.

Miruko looked to Katsuki. “Do you want to be hero partners with Deku?”

Katsuki nodded. “We should at least be given the chance to try it out.”

“I agree.”

Katsuki blinked. He’d expected at least some kind of a fight. Maybe a kick to the solar plexus.

“Look, we’re still settling after the war,” Miruko explained. “Our numbers are still down, and I think most of us are paranoid. We’ve been painting with broad strokes, trying to figure out how we can do things differently from last time, how we can set ourselves up for success. We tried separating power, but hey, if you boys want to try something different, let’s see if that works. Saving the world shoulda earned you both some kind of cache.”

“So…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” Miruko confirmed. “Well, I mean, you will have to fill out new paperwork, and the two of you definitely have to figure out how to make a new schedule work with this lineup, ‘cause I’m sure as hell not doing it, and so I guess that’s what you’ll spend the rest of the day doing instead of boom boom smash smash on the streets. Oh well!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, scooching his chair back and letting it screech against the floor. Whatever, it’d probably be best to rest up more before hitting the streets anyway. He was about to reach for the door when Miruko’s voice, sickly sweet, came from the desk.

“Oh, and Deku? How was your vacation?”

Katsuki and Izuku exchanged a glance. “You mean mission?”

“I mean vacation,” Miruko said smugly. “You think I really sent you to America to look after Katsuki? I thought you were smarter than that, sucker.”

“Wha—” Izuku looked back and forth between Miruko and Katsuki, bewildered, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that yeah, you were supposed to make Katsuki take a chill pill for once in his life, but to do that, you’d have to take a chill pill too. If you made him vacation, that’d mean that you’d have to do it too.”

It was so obvious Katsuki wanted to smack his head against the wall. Maybe through the wall. They’d both been severely played. And the proof of it spread across Miruko’s face from ear to longass ear.

Miruko grinned. “Bye now!”

The two of them left, and Katsuki made no effort not to slam the door on his way out. Ears that big, let them ring from the noise.

As they walked down the hallway to the elevator, their knuckles brushed against each other, and Katsuki’s fingers twitched in Izuku’s direction. But he kept them to himself, whispering to Izuku instead, “We can’t let her find out we’re together, or she’ll be even more smug.”

“Insufferable,” Izuku agreed.

“Are we…telling anyone?”

Anyone in their lives had a chance of being equally as insufferable, honestly, it was just a matter of duration. Most of their friends were annoying enough to cling onto it for a long, long time.

“I don’t think we have to?” Izuku said. “We’re still figuring it out. Here. We’re still figuring everything out.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed. “We can’t let them see us be amateurs at this.”

“Number one only,” Izuku agreed.

They’d have to work for a few hours, fill out that paperwork and figure out the scheduling nonsense and whatever else Miruko tried to kick their way. But there was no reason why they had to stay at the office to do that. And after that, the rest of their day was free.

“Y’know, the weather looked clear today,” Katsuki said as they stepped into the elevator. “I bet we could go on a hike.”

“I dunno, Kacchan, there’s no food in my fridge,” Izuku said. “I need to go grocery shopping.”

“Actually, I do too,” Katsuki remembered, thinking about the sad condiments languishing in his fridge with no meat or vegetables. “You know what, we’ve gotta find out what that jam tastes like on pork.”

Izuku groaned hungrily. “Yes, Kacchan, please. If you do, I’ll make the rice.”

“Ugh, it feels like forever since I’ve eaten regular rice.”

“I know, I miss it.”

“Okay, rice, pork, we need a vegetable.”

“Chiles? They tasted so good.”

“The spice will come from the pork, so let’s do shishitos. I have the shit for a glaze in my fridge.”

The elevator popped open and in a few steps they were out on the streets, back in the humidity and rainy season of Japan, time zone still recalibrating, mentally unpacking. Their hands continued to brush together, swish swish with every step they took.

Another grain of sand through the hourglass. And the glass became one speck clearer.

#anjum writes #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #bakudekubaku #bkdkbk #dkbkdk #dekubakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku

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readtilyoudie · 2 years ago

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Inuyasha Vol 20

#manga(visual)monday #inuyasha #rumiko takahashi #kagome higurashi #sango #miruko #fantasy #adventure #time travel #romance #paranormal #demons #manga

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stvllioner · 5 years ago

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Is it alright if I ask for a fic where Hawks and Miruko try to dominate each other sexually?

this kinda sounds hot tho,,, hawks could go choke on his feathers and i'd laugh- but i could get behind this. unfortunately, i dont do chara x chara, so if i ever write this i may rb this with hcs mwauahaha who knows.

but also in the case i dont, anyone is free to do this and i'd def read it. 👀

#misc monday #mm #you had me at miruko 🤭#sav's sinners #sav sins

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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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statistically significant | 3 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

note: I cannot overemphasize that this interpretation of Bakugou is based on season 1 Bakugou, which means he behaves very questionably at the beginning. Please heed the warnings!

The next Monday found you anxiously nursing a coffee, carefully looking over Bakugou’s latest results.

You’d let the model retrain overnight, just to get a more up-to-date picture of Bakugou’s work, and you’d barely slept a wink while it ran, fretting over your first meeting with him. After waking up earlier than ever, you’d found yourself restless all morning, so you’d made your way into Miruko’s agency well ahead of schedule and had spent your time since sucking down coffees and eyeing Bakugou’s assist and rescue scores warily. They still sat well beneath his kill and capture scorings, and you mentally braced yourself for the near impossibility of getting him to prioritize those aspects of his work.

With Mina’s help, you’d been able to con him into working with you. But just because he’d agreed to your bet, you were not stupid enough to think that meant he was going to make anything easy for you.

Bakugou, for his part, seemed the very antithesis of nervous when he met you in the surveillance room. He barged into your makeshift office mid-morning, looking well-rested if annoyed. The door banged loudly off the opposite wall and rebounded closed with a slam that rattled the AV equipment.

“Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou growled, throwing himself down in the seat opposite you. He was dressed in dark training clothes--simple athletic fabrics that suggested that he meant to book it to a training room the second he was done with you. His whole manner suggested you should keep things short.

You sat frozen, fingers paused over your laptop keys. “...Good morning to you too.”

He looked at you incredulously, blonde eyebrows raising. “I didn’t fucking come here for small talk. Get on with it, nerd.”

You suppressed a twitch of irritation, looking away from him where he sat in an agitated pile of strong lines and tense muscle. God you hoped this was all going to be worth it, at the end of things.

You sighed and clicked into the model results screen, knowing it was only going to work him into a lather if you pressed him on social niceties. “Okay, so I did some analysis--”

“Big fucking surprise.”

“--and,” you continued loudly, “as you well know, you need to adjust certain priorities on the field.”

A scoff issued from his direction. “I don’t need to adjust shit.”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. He was literally here to discuss adjusting shit. What was the point of him being so defensive?

You eyed him speculatively, taking in the oppositional slant to his broad shoulders, the thin slash of his mouth as he regarded you irritably. Your observations from last week floated to the forefront of your mind, that this was a man who would not easily do anything he didn’t want to do. And it was clear he did not actually want to do this--he had only been baited into it by the grace of his meddling, pink-haired friend.

You mentally resolved to play as nice as you possibly could, to minimize the amount of fussing from his side of things.

“As I think I explained last year,” you began carefully, “the model I train relies on a set of weights, and you’re ranked on that. Your work is divided up into categories: public perception, kills, captures, property damage, rescues, and now assists. Some of those categories are weighted more heavily than others, so if you do well in them, you’ll outperform your peers in the rankings who do just as well in other categories.”

Blood red eyes darted up to a monitor as you projected your laptop screen onto it, the model results translated into neatly organized and color-coded graphs.

“You are unmatched in kills, fairly unmatched in captures as well, and you’ve kept property damage to a surprising minimum in the last few years considering your quirk. You’re also wildly popular, particularly with young people, according to public polls.”

You glossed over the fact that his appearance probably had a lot to do with it, considering the tidal wave of interest from the female bracket of respondents. The fact especially did not bear thinking about when he was alone in a tiny office with you, bare arms and the hard planes of his chest displayed prominently in his training gear.

“Just fucking---out with it,” Bakugou demanded, turning to glare at you again. “I don’t have all damn day.”

The tiniest hint of smoke and sweetness hit your nose as he leaned closer, and you pushed away from him, baring your palms in the universal gesture for peace.

“Okay, okay. So you’re good at those things, but your rescue scores need work, and your assist score puts you in the top ten least cooperative heroes in the entire industry,” you explained, watching as a muscle in his jaw jumped in obvious irritation. “Rescues are the highest weighted category in the rankings model, and assists are the third highest. So no matter how good you are in other areas, you will not surpass anyone who performs well in these categories.”

Bakugou made an annoyed sound, his brows drawing together. “Quit fucking talking to me like I’m a baby. I fucking know--tell me exactly what your fucking nerd-ass model needs me to do and I’ll fucking do it.”

You breathed out of your nose very slowly, quelling the rising tide of annoyance within you. Everything out of his mouth was so abrupt and demanding.

Software engineers, picture the software engineers.

“Okay so I ran deeper analyses on those two categories and compared your movements with generalized results from the top ten heroes from each category,” you continued.

“The thing that stood out in terms of rescues, is that you were almost twice as fast as other heroes to leap into combat with a villain. This means you’re spending less time assessing the situation than other heroes, and therefore spending less time processing victims. So if I had to make a recommendation here, it’s that you should actively look for civilians before jumping into a fight. You might still find that the smarter thing to do is leap into the fight instead of evacuating them, but you at least need to slow down before you do.”

The crease between his brows erased itself and he leaned back in his chair, tension bleeding out of him somewhat, which was--unexpected. You’d have thought he’d get more defensive as you explained his shortcomings to him.

“Fine,” he said shortly. “What else?”

You pulled up two videos and projected them side by side, bright little clusters of dots collected over the location of each hero. “For assists, it looks like when you’re in range of other heroes, you actually do help, at least a little. I only found an issue when I generalized results from the top ten in this category and ran calculations about their movements in comparison to yours.”

You let the videos play, watching Bakugou’s eyes track the movements with unblinking precision. He said nothing as you let the loop repeat, the tense lines of his body inexplicably unravelling even further with each loop. He looked as close to relaxed as you had ever seen him.

After a few loops, he finally let out a scoff. “Those needy fucks stick closer to other heroes,” he concluded gruffly. “That’s what the dots are tracking.”

You nodded. “On average, you move three times farther away from other heroes on scene than the top ten heroes do. So you’re less likely to be in range to help.”

He rolled a powerful shoulder, unwittingly drawing your eyes straight to it. You gave your leg an annoyed pinch under the table, forcing your gaze back up to his face once you realized what you were doing.

“So I have to look for weaklings and stay closer to these b-list fucking clowns, that’s what you’re telling me?” he prompted, running a hand through his mess of blonde hair. It looked unexpectedly soft under his fingers.

You drew your eyes away from him again, focusing hard on the relief you were feeling that he seemed to be processing and internalizing your feedback. “Yeah, you need to assist civilians and stay in range of your team. Those are the only areas in which you really need help.”

There was a sharp crackle, and tense movement caught in the corner of your eye. You turned to find that all of Bakugou’s unease had suddenly returned, a snarl riding his mouth.

“Help?” he demanded. That scent of smoke and sugar suddenly pressed in on you again, sharp and dangerously hot.

You blinked at him in confusion. “...Uh, yeah?”

His gaze darkened and he leaned over the table between the two of you, a calloused hand catching the collar of your shirt to yank you towards him. The corner of the table dug into your ribs, and his fingers were hot where they brushed the skin under your collar.

“I don’t fucking need help,” he spat, crimson eyes boring into your face like a drill. Your hands came up to grab his, trying to untwist it from your shirt, but his fingers only tightened, unyielding.

“What--? Yes you do?” you garbled, fingers scrabbling over his. “What do you--?”

He pulled you further across the table, so that his face was scant inches from your own.

“Fuck you if you think I need anything from you,” he growled in a low tone, voice almost dangerously soft. Your blood iced over in your veins, limbs freezing. He stared at you for a long, heavy moment.

Then, in the next second, you were being shoved backwards into your chair, and then Bakugou was gone, door slamming behind him with a force that shook the walls.

You stared after him in shock, mouth gaping open. He had been fine up until a couple of seconds ago, even seeming to relax under your analysis. But then his temper had suddenly flared for no fucking reason.

What….what the fuck was wrong with him?

You spent the rest of the morning in a state of restless agitation.

What the literal fuck was wrong with Bakugou? Why had he just stormed out like that? What had flipped the switch for him in the space of mere seconds?

You replayed the conversation in your head nonstop all through your next few meetings and over your lunch break, where you furiously wolfed down a bento without tasting any of it. Your frustration carried you all the way into the afternoon, when a head of wild pink curls poked itself through your door.

You looked up into Pinky’s dark eyes and brilliant smile.

“Y/N!” she chirped happily, closing the door behind her and sprawling into the seat across from you.

You returned her friendly smile. “Ashido-san,” you greeted her politely.

She laughed and waved a rosy hand, leaning forward over the table. “I would never ask stats girl to be formal with me. Call me Mina!”

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. That was sweet, but the nickname stats girl needed to die a brisk and fiery death.

“Mina, then,” you amended, pulling up her model results on your laptop, trying to tamp down on your embarrassment. She was almost overwhelmingly friendly.

Her dark eyes flickered over you curiously and a cautious smile played about her mouth. “Heard it didn’t go well with Katsuki this morning.”

You looked up at her in surprise. “He told you?”

She laughed. “No, I just saw him annihilating a training room. I know him well enough to know when he’s throwing a tantrum.”

An awkward, hot sense of shame welled up within you at the thought that you’d pushed him to that, though you didn’t know how. You got the sense that you’d taken one step forward but two steps back. So much for your promotion.

“Uh yeah, he kind of...stormed out? He’d been listening, actually, and I thought things were going weirdly well. The bet was a good idea, so thank you,” you said. “I just…somehow I screwed it up, I think.”

Mina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, splaying out flat in her seat. “God, you know what? I’m just so tired of my best friends being guys. They’re so dramatic and so fussy about their tough guy image. And take themselves so seriously, for no reason, even fucking Denki. I have sat every single one of them down and forced them into make up so it’s absolutely baffling to me that they still stomp around like they’re so serious and so tortured.”

Your mouth dropped open as what she’d just said caught up with you. Take themselves seriously...when she’d forced them into make up? “No. Even…?”

Mina smirked. “Oh yeah, even Katsuki. No idea why he thinks he’s such a tough guy when all it takes is a couple of tears and boom, he’s working a smokey eye and tiny little pigtails.”

You choked on a laugh, trying to dispel the horrifying image in your mind of Bakugou in mascara and lipstick. The idea of him in make up was somehow even more intimidating than his usual appearance. You did not want to know more.

It certainly did beg the question, however, why he was such a difficult jerk if it was that easy to get him to acquiesce to something that horrifying. Maybe the answer lay in Mina’s powers of manipulation. She’d known to make the bet with him, after all. And if she knew how to get him into eyeliner and lipstick, then she might know how to get him to agree to let you help him.

“Wow,” you murmured. “That’s...terrifying. How did you even convince him though? I can’t get him to spend more than two seconds around me without blowing his top like a volcano.”

Mina grinned conspiratorially, leaning over the table. “You just have to know how to work him. Trust me, you might have good numbers sense, but I have pretty good people sense. Katsuki is all smoke and fire until you dig underneath.”

You almost did not want to know what was underneath. “That’s--but he’s so volatile. I can’t predict any of it.”

Mina's grin widened. “Actually, it’s pretty straightforward. He’s actually super in control all of the time, even when it seems like he’s lost it. He’s only really sensitive about one thing.”

“For example,” she leaned forward, her smile morphing into something dark and leery. “I heard he burned through your dress at the Hero Awards.”

You put your face in your palm. “Yes. This is what I’m talking about--I thought he was gonna fry me to a crisp.”

Mina snorted, raking a hand through her mess of curls. “Maybe I only see it because my acid is similar--but it’s pretty hard to only burn through a tiny strip of fabric and not touch anything underneath, even if you’re not out of your mind with anger. It requires some precise control. Wouldn’t you say?”

You froze in your seat, staring at her. Implications began to creep over you like a dark shroud. “What?”

She grinned. “He didn’t touch you, right? Only the dress?”

You gaped at her. “Yeah--only the dress.”

She cut her dark eyes to you, looking like she was trying to suppress a laugh. “Very interesting that he managed to sear straight through your dress, then, without burning you. One might think he did it on purpose.”

You floundered. “But I--but he--! I told him to do better and he got all worked up and intense!”

Mina laughed out loud. “I bet he did. Katsuki’s a total control freak but he loves a challenge. That’s why he took your bet, and that’s why your meeting didn’t go as poorly as you thought it might at first, and that’s why he was so fixated on you after the Awards.”

Your face heated. “Don’t put it like that.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know how you feel about him, but I can guarantee he’s very interested in you. He loves girls who don’t take any of his shit. Why do you think he signed with Miruko? It’s actually kinda gross,” she made a face.

Your face was on fire. A hot wave of embarrassment washed through you and you resisted the urge to dive under the table and hide. This is not the turn you thought the conversation would be taking.

“Uh, so,” you managed, fingers fluttering. “So--um, why did he freak out earlier then? I did tell him everything he was doing wrong. But then he lost it, I think when I told him I would help.”

Mina’s grin settled back into place. “He’s so fucking predictable. He hates being looked down on, and the word help implies that you think he’s weak enough to need it. I’ll bet you anything that’s why he totally flipped.”

You considered this. “But I didn’t mean it like that--”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s got a very specific way of looking at things. He’s way better than he used to be but that’s the one thing he’s still sensitive about.”

You mulled that over. It did explain, then, why he’d reacted so poorly when he’d seemed to be fine with your critique. “Does he really need to be seen as strong that badly?”

Mina picked idly at the fluff on her costume’s jacket, thin fingers tangling in the white strands. “He has insane expectations for himself, and he’s only comfortable when everyone else has those too. It’s like if you think he can’t live up to those standards, that you don’t truly see him.”

So that was it. The mystery of Bakugou’s volatile nature explained--a weirdly deep-seated inferiority complex wrapped up in layers of crankiness and--you blushed--an interest in girls who gave him shit. You quickly buried any considerations on his romantic inclinations, and focused on the inferiority complex.

Whether you’d intended to or not, this morning you had managed to convey to him that you thought he was incapable, and not in a way that personally challenged him like the bet had, or your demand he do better at the Hero Awards. It was so ridiculous, you thought, but then so was he. And if you wanted to make any progress on your promotion, then you were gonna have to suck it up and work within those constraints.

You sighed. You owed him an explanation, maybe even an apology.

Mina regarded you approvingly from across the table. You also owed her a drink. Maybe several.

“Got it,” you acknowledged, clicking back into your model results and pulling up her ranking analyses. “And thank you--I owe you a ton. Now let’s get to what we came here to do which is to talk about how you can kick even more ass.”

Mina grinned, leaning forward in delight. “You’re welcome. And hell yeah, this conversation was so not passing the Bechdel test.”

You snorted, suppressing a wild smile. Oh, you really liked her.

You would apologize and get things back on track with Bakugou. And once Bakugou netted you your promotion, you were gonna turn back and rocket Mina up the rankings to give him a run for his money.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #tw threats #tw gendered violence

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cyancherub · 4 years ago

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fandom crossover collab (upcoming) // temp m.list

make it nasty with two or more characters from different fandoms of your choice 😌 e.g. kakashi x reader x gojo

SO there are a lot of entries so far (thank you so much !! this kind of popped off as soon as i posted the idea which is insane!!!)

BUT i haven’t made the official collab post yet (LMAO), so i’m storing all the entries here under a readmore just to stay organized until i have the chance to make everything pretty and organized in the official collab post !!

please feel free to join though !! just reply to this or send me an ask if you want to participate. i’m going to try to have the official collab post out by monday !!

MORE DETAILS:

due date will be in late january to give u time to enjoy the holidays (lmao)

ofc, to join be 18+ and all characters depicted must be 18+

I. ENTRIES

> THREESOMES

@/tteokdoroki // bakugou x reader x draken

@/katonshoko // bakugou x reader x baji

@/ingeniumswhore // bakugou x reader x sukuna

@/crikeygatormate // bakugou x reader x porco

@simpforsadbois // bakugou x reader x levi

@/lilithbasically // bakugou x reader x eren

@slxttygoddess // bakugou x reader x sanemi

@anubai // suna x reader x eren

@/anubai // draken x reader x iwaizumi

@/hisgoodpuppy // draken x reader x shinsou

@godbaji // draken x reader x geto

@/aka-yuki-no-hana // yuuji x reader x baji

@aka-yuki-no-hana // sukuna x reader x grimmjow

@/anadandere // yuuji x reader x kiri

@/sweetforlevi // bokuto x reader x reiner

@/semisgroupie // bokuto x reader x todo

@alicesfracturedmirror // kiri x reader x iwaizumi

@/nekomamiiz // kuroo x reader x gojo

@fushigurocockslut // kuroo x reader x dazai

@fushigurocockslut // chuuya x reader x oikawa

@/magicboytrash // izuku x reader x hinata

@/cherryackerman // izuku x reader x tanjirou

@awilddreamerwrites // izuku x reader x rengoku

@kisseswithkai // izuku x reader x yamaguchi

@/quirk-incarnate // levi x reader x roy mustang

@/nocturnalazura // shinsou x reader x tendou

@/nasti-bnha // uzui x reader x iida

@/touyas-peach // denki x reader x nishinoya

@/nanikoreeeh // shiggy x reader x mahito

@cupcake-rogue // tamaki amajiki x reader x tamaki suoh

@kitsu-writes // tamaki x reader x yamaguchi

@junpeixe // zenitsu x reader x denki

@shdwgarden // suna x reader x aki

@witchybnha-noya // megumi x reader x kageyama

@strawbxrryneptune // shouto x reader x kageyama

@mitsery // sanzu x reader x touya

> ORGIES

@hornime // himbo orgy (kiri, itadori, and bokuto x reader)

@/cyancherub // sensei smash (kakashi, gojo, aizawa, and ukai x reader)

@/zerotwoswaifuu // powerhouse orgy (bakugou, eren, sukuna, and oikawa x reader)

II. SUGGESTIONS/OPTIONS/IDEAS

(feel free to think up your own !!! repeats of taken entries are fine too since interpretations are bound to be different)

> THREESOMES

bakugou x reader x kunigami

baji x reader x sukuna

kiri x reader x porco

kageyama x reader x armin

yuuji x reader x kagami

yuuji x reader x izuku

toji x reader x uzui

toji x reader x madara

suna x reader x geto

gojo x reader x oikawa

tanaka x reader x connie

jean x reader x atsumu

miruko x reader x maki

nanami x reader x ukai

ushijima x reader x reiner

megumi x reader x giyuu

tamaki x reader x tanjirou

aki x reader x kageyama

tsukki x reader x sero

todo x reader x inasa

todo x reader x natsuo

aizawa x reader x kakashi

oikawa x reader x monoma

itachi x reader x draken

itachi x reader x megumi

itachi x reader x aki

reigen x reader x kakashi (LOL)

jiraiya x reader x GILF! bokuto (THIS IS A JOKE)

> ORGIES

kiribaku x reader x kagehina

bakudeku x reader x kagehina

itafushi x reader x tododeku

satosugu x reader x kakashi + yamato

himbo orgy plus (kiri, yuuji, bokuto, rengoku, reiner, kagami, etc x reader)

goofball orgy (denki, zenitsu, tanaka, connie, etc x reader)

#crossover collab #cc update

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crossroadsfossil · 3 years ago

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A promise made

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia| Characters: Wc: 5,421 Prompt: : Dabi thinks he ‘owes’ Hawks for various things Hawks has done for him and the league. Hawks, thankfully, catches on to that. Tags: Dabi has had a hard life, This is entirely due to the discord prompting something angsty, referenced prior prostitution, prostitution reference, Non canon friendship between hawks and miruko

Ao3 link:

Summary: ...is a debt unpaid.

Here’s the thing: Hawks has not had a lot of experience with relationships. It comes with being a ranking hero; you don’t have time for such things. There’s less than a handful of people that he knows of who even try to have relationships. Only one of them is a morph like himself.

Despite his general inexperience, he knows the basics.

At least, he thought he knew the basics.

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Despite his general inexperience, he knows the basics.

At least, he thought he knew the basics.

He’s had a few dates here and there, he’s read articles and perused books. He’s spent a significant amount of time picking Rumi’s brain when she comes over for a ‘cheat day’ where they eat an unhealthy amount of fried foods and talk.

He may live vicariously through Rumi and her multitudes of relationships. This is probably why his idea of relationships tends to skew heavily towards over-the-top doting. It may also be due to the weird not-quite-animal instincts that ran close to the surface, the ones that Rumi shared with him.

Looking back on it now, he may not have reigned them in as well as he thought.

He let instincts that he usually squashed down seep through when he was with the league. They were so much louder when around them. It was either loosen his grip on them with the league or accidentally lose control of them somewhere else, like on patrol. His poor sidekicks already dealt with that more than they should.

Expressing them just a little kept them from screaming at him over everything he saw that demanded to be fixed. Last week Toga had made a comment about wanting a heating pad or a heated blanket, he couldn’t remember. Logically, he knew this was a jab at Dabi. He had denied her a hug or something earlier that day and she was doing everything in her power to annoy him. Logically, he knew this, and despite that knowledge, Hawks still got her a heated blanket. It had small penguins and seals on it.

He left it on her bed and waited in the common area, practically vibrating with glee when she found it, her squeals of delight ringing through the base. Dabi gave him a strange look, one that Hawks returned, daring the man to call him on it.

Hawks had gotten Toga the gift solely because some part of his brain listened to her and decided that if the ‘sibling-chick-baby-bird’ wanted a blanket, he could and should provide that for her. He definitely didn’t do it expecting Dabi to break into his apartment the following Monday and do all the laundry in his flat (and wasn’t that a mortifying experience? To arrive home and find out your home had not only been broken into, but the burglar hadn’t stolen anything except a can of coffee and done your laundry. Folded it, too).

Hawks couldn’t look Dabi in the eye for a week. He had touched, no, dealt with all of Hawks’ literal dirty laundry. Hawks didn’t know the last time he did laundry, which meant it was foul and ripe. He really understood the phrase ‘air your dirty laundry’ to the fullest figurative and literal meaning now.

Three days after finally being able to look Dabi in the face without immediately turning on his heel, he overheard Mister Compress bemoan the lack of sushi. He perked up and started talking to the man about food, delighted with the fact that Compress had a palate worth discussing. It didn’t help that he had been having fishing dreams for the past week. The sort of dreams where he would wake up, confused over having human feet and not the talons he had in his dreams and a deep craving for fresh fish.

He returned the following day with sushi for the group, with an emphasis on things Mister Compress mentioned enjoying and lots of raw fish for himself. He may have also brought some non-fish items for Dabi, because it was a nice thing to do and not related to any instincts whatsoever. Neither was the deep satisfaction at seeing Dabi actually finishing his meal.

The next night, he returned from his shift to find his apartment broken into again. None of his canned coffee was missing, and thankfully his laundry hamper wasn’t emptied. What he did find was bento in his fridge. Enough for several days.

They were delicious.

He picked up a game and third controller for Spinner and Shigaraki after hearing about their interest in it. The third controller was entirely for his benefit, as using the ‘when you die, I take over’ only works if the players actually die. Spinner and Shigaraki were good at video games, and he wanted to play for once, dammit. He didn’t have downtime for things like this and he was going to enjoy it when he could.

Dabi showed up at his apartment again. He found out Dabi had broken in again as he and Rumi entered the apartment. Rumi let out a low whistle and started teasing Hawks about acquiring a partner who couldn’t put up with his shit. Or had admitted defeat and hired a maid. Or partner in a sexy maid outfit.

She teased him about how red he had gotten all night, in between marveling how tidy his apartment was for once.

He kept track after that, followed their odd push and pull, the give and take to their not-quite friendship. He and Dabi didn’t quite mesh the same way Hawks was meshing with the rest of the league, so he was puzzled by Dabi’s actions. Hawks would do something nice, usually because it made one of the league happy or because his instincts were piping up again.

Without fail, Dabi would turn around and return a similar gesture. He wasn’t sure if they had an unspoken rule about this or if Dabi was just also trying to be nice? Was this how Hawks knew he was welcomed in the league? Or was it a sign he wasn’t? Dabi didn’t do such blatant favors for the other members of the league. Oh, he saw the small things Dabi did. The way he would sit with Twice, or the protein shakes he’d leave next to Shigaraki after the man finally passed out. The whetstone he dropped off to Spinner after he lost his. The odd vials of blood that he saw Dabi slipping to Toga.

It was different than what he and Dabi had, but he still found it stupidly endearing.

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Things turned strange once Hawks specifically started paying the same sort of attention to Dabi.

By strange, he meant that both his little bird brain was perking up and that Dabi was reacting oddly. His stupid bird brain he understood, even if it annoyed the hell out of him. It didn’t need to preen and figuratively dance around and fluff up nonexistent plumage. He most certainly wasn’t going to start singing. That would be humiliating; he was a hero, not a peacock. He trimmed his tail feathers for a reason, thank you.

He didn’t understand Dabi’s reaction though.

Any attempts to give little presents to the man would have them straight up rejected. Useful gifts would end up back in his bathroom (how Dabi kept breaking in was a mystery he didn’t quite want to investigate just yet, and wasn’t that concerning?)

Non-useful gifts were set afire in front of him. Food would be refused unless he disguised it as a league meal, and even then Dabi would usually break in to neaten his apartment. Hawks couldn’t tell if Dabi was trying to do him a favor or was trying to make a point that while Hawks could feed them poison or a sedative, Dabi knew where the hero lived, and had proven several times that he had no trouble getting into Hawks’ home. Either way, Hawks was not keen on having someone else rummage through his home. He liked his chaos, thank you.

So he decided to try another tack.

He tucked a replacement for Dabi’s old staple gun into his room, and over the next week restocked his stash of staples and other medical supplies. The next time he walked into the common area, Dabi stared at him. Hawks knew he was trying to figure it out.

Hawks usually took credit for the gifts he gave the others, mostly because he did actually enjoy being fawned over and more importantly, the hugs. Twice gave amazing hugs and he was going to milk all the hugs out of the man that he could. The fact that he wasn’t taking credit for Dabi’s new supplies was throwing the fire user for a loop.

Hawks continued with his stealthy gift-giving, from a special conditioner for dyed hair to soba noodles and green-tea mochi in the kitchen. He brought snacks from the Nakano station bakery, leaving them in the middle of the room. Ostensibly because he, Toga and Spinner had a love for their meat buns. Also because during a meeting that wasn’t at the base, Dabi had stared a little too long at their traditional sweets display.

He also stopped bringing food so much as he started bringing ingredients. He wasn’t cooking for them- he had tried once and Dabi had sent him a glare so seething he could almost feel his skin blister. No, he mostly spent his time in the kitchen playing sous chef to Toga, which was more fun than it ought to be, even with Dabi lurking nearby. Looking back on it now, he could see that he might have gone a little overboard with the nice ingredients.

Watching them try to survive on eggs, rice and pickles was just too horrible to tolerate, so he brought fresh vegetables. He brought meat and fish and fruit, keeping a close eye on what everyone preferred. He didn’t think it was too odd at the time. He knew one of his love languages was food. He did the same thing for Rumi and his sidekicks, surprising them with treats or their favorite during rough periods.

Dabi stopped breaking into his apartment, and it both delighted and annoyed him. Delighted, because maybe now he was properly part of the league, but annoyed because some dumb bird reason he wasn’t going to look at. He was not disappointed at all that bentos stopped.

Not at all.

Not even a little.

Buoyed by this change, Hawks decided he could try to do more.

He decided that he was going to tackle the problems at the base. The stairs into the house were rotted through, the rear of the house had a draft problem and there was a hole from one of the bedrooms in the upstairs to the bathroom. The rest of the league didn’t seem inclined to stop him when he started fixing up the house, most watching in amusement or occasionally assisting him.

They asked, of course, and he told a series of half-truths. It scratched that nest-building itch he refused to touch, mostly because he knew how he nested if there was nothing to fix. He would pile everything onto his bed. It was a disaster. He could never find any of his things and having everything buried just wasn’t worth the minor soothing of his instincts. The rest of his apartment could be a disaster. His room, and more importantly, his closet, would not be.

He also pointed out he got to actually use tools for the repairs, which was a novelty. He spent a good chunk of his childhood repairing the shack he lived in with reused nails and a rock.

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It was when he started making sure everyone was kitted out for winter that things started to change. Toga was easy enough; she was more than happy to go with Hawks in disguise and spend a weekend shopping. It also made shopping for the other members so much easier, with her simply winking at him and sipping from one of the small vials she had with her. Spinner got a new coat and stopped shivering and the only blue thing about Shigaraki was his hair, rather than his hands. Compress was given a striking new vest and slacks that weren’t stained with battle. Twice was wrapped in scarves and sweaters. It made something deep in the back of his head preen and coo with delight, seeing everyone warm and comfortable and able to relax in clean clothes.

Dabi’s reaction to his new winter wear was not what Hawks had anticipated. It wasn’t even that much if you compared it to the others. A few new soft cotton shirts to replace the blood-stained and hole-filled ones. A soft sweater in such a dark red it was almost black. It had looked and felt soft and warm and when Toga-as-Dabi tried it on to test the fit, she practically purred. Something had hooked into his brain and he desperately wanted to see the real Dabi do something similar.

It was the boots that caused the issues though. A pair of decent boots that wouldn’t fall apart in a year, that wouldn’t give him blisters. They were waterproof and supportive and edgy enough that even Dabi would like them.

It was the damn boots that got him into this trouble, with Hawks hiding in his bathroom with his back against the door. Staring down the opposite wall like it would open up and give him a convenient route of escape and trying to will a variety of things away, like his red face, surprise boner and a very comfortable looking Dabi reclining in his bed.

There was a thud against the door and the sound of Dabi sliding down it to sit on the other side.

“I know I’m hideous but that’s why the lights were off.”

“Okay, but why?” Hawks asked, although he was pretty sure it sounded more like a croak. There was another thud against the door, probably from Dabi’s head hitting it.

“Mostly to get it over with since you weren’t making a move. I don’t like owing people shit.”

Hawks’ brain functions skidded to a halt. He knew that at the beginning, they were sort of swapping favors. Hawks would do a thing, Dabi would do a thing. Sure, it fucked with the bird-like part of him, especially the meals (Hawks didn’t want to touch that with a four-meter pole), but it was give-and-take. Equal, right?.

“Last I checked, cleaning the disaster that is my kitchen counted as paying me back for things. I’m pretty sure that first time I should have owed you like, half a dozen favors.” Hawks deflected, hoping Dabi would take the out. He didn’t want to have this conversation, didn’t want to contemplate why Dabi had been in his bed, was implying repayment-

He groaned and dropped his face into his knees. This was fucked.

Dabi gave a dry laugh, the sound rough and bitter.

“Shit like what you were pulling isn’t traded for maid service.”

“How about bentos? If you feel like you owe me, can’t you keep doing that? I liked those.”

“Because you’re really going to keep doing stuff for the league for house-wife bentos?”

For some reason, his stupid bird-brain perked up at those words. To his utter mortification, he let out one of those trills he made. The ones that he couldn’t help when someone scratched under his scapulars in just the right spot.

Silence stretched between the two of them and the door.

“Did you just do the ‘Toga-fuck-off’ wing trill?”

Hawks groaned into his kneecaps again. Is that what the league thought that noise was? He was going to thank his lucky stars, spirits, and maybe the local kami. “It’s not a fuck off trill.”

There’s a pause before Dabi speaks again.

“Please tell me it’s not a ‘Toga-made-me-bird-horny’ trill?” Dabi said, sounding a cross between horrified, disgusted, and malevolently gleeful.

“No. Absolutely not.” Hawks protested, “The closest thing I can compare it to is a happy bird noise.”

“So… like when a cat purrs?”

Hawks didn’t reply. Dabi was silent long enough that Hawks rather hoped the man had either fallen asleep or stealthily gotten up and walked away. He was a breath away from uncurling and standing when Dabi let out a soft ‘huh’ from the other side of the door. Hawks froze where he crouched.

“That means… House-wifery gets the bird-purr. Good to know.” Dabi said. Hawks almost believed that Dabi would let this go. Instead, he could almost hear the sneer on Dabi’s face. “So, what. Should I put on a cute little kimono and greet you at the door like a good house-wife? Couldn’t you be a normal freak and be into maids?”

Hawks was done. He was so done with this misunderstanding. If Dabi wanted to talk, cool. They would talk. He stood, snagging his bathrobe off of a nearby hook and opened the door. Dabi hadn’t been expecting the door to open inwards. Hawks looked down only long enough to see Dabi fall onto his back before he dropped the robe and stepped over the fire-user’s body.

“Put the robe on before you join me. I’ll be on the couch when you want to talk.” Hawks headed towards the living room, muttering under his breath about why people kept thinking he’d be into maids. First Rumi, now Dabi. Did he project a weird fetish aura or had he missed a social cue somewhere?

He didn’t have to wait on the couch very long, just long enough for his leg to start bouncing and just long enough for him to focus on where he left his mug that morning. Or where his mug should have been. The only thing that remained was a ring on the table.

For the second time that night, his bird-brain perked up and trilled at this, at the sight that the nest was clean. He wanted to punch that part of his brain because it wasn’t his mate’s responsibility to clean up his nest an-

Oh.

Oh no.

Before Hawks could spiral into a cacophony of repeated variations of the word ‘no’, Dabi sat down on the couch next to him, and he didn’t sit so much as drop heavily into the seat, popping his leg up on the cushions so that it bridged the gap between them. Hawks glanced at Dabi. He was wearing Hawk’s favorite robe, the one Rumi said looked like a pinata had melted onto fluff. He internally trilled at the sight before squashing it down and not looking at the bare leg Dabi had draped over the cushions, nor at the way Dabi’s lithe muscles and sweeping scars drew the eye up the leg.

“What are you, a virgin?” Dabi goaded, poking Hawks’ thigh with his foot. Hawks rolled his eyes.

“No, but I’m also not the creep you apparently think I am.” Dabi nudged him with his foot and Hawks, fed up with everything, swatted at it. Instead of drawing away, Dabi kicked him. Hard.

Hawks yelped and glared at Dabi, scowling as he received a smug grin in reply.

“Fucking finally. What do you want then?”

If Hawks were being honest, he would have told Dabi that what he wanted was for the man sitting on his couch in his robe to be happy. Preferably in his bed, both for sleep and sex and cuddles. Maybe even in the bathtub for the sappy couple things he read about in romance novels and movie love stories. He wanted to be on the same page as the trilling part of himself that delighted in showing off for Dabi and sneaking him gifts and a thousand other things. And every single one of those thousand other things, all of it, was off the table for the foreseeable future.

“I don’t want anything. Go home. You don’t owe me shit and shouldn’t feel like you owe me.”

“People don’t do nice things for nothing.” It was said so easily, so matter of fact. Dabi said it like that was the indisputable rule of the world… and maybe it was where Dabi lived.

Hawks hated it.

Hated whatever it was that led Dabi to believe this. Did the others think that was what this was? That his fussing and doting was solely to… what? Were they just making the best of an assumed bad situation?

“Maybe it’s because I’m selfish.”

“What, you have a sugar daddy kink?” Dabi drawled, his tone dripping with scorn and skepticism and mockery. Mockery over the fact that maybe, just maybe, Hawks liked helping people. That he wasn’t in it for any gain, any debts from another.

“Fuck. No. I don’t have a damn kink. Did you ever consider that maybe I was doing it because I liked to? That I do it because it keeps the voice in my head quiet?” Hawks snarled, delighting in the startled look of surprise on Dabi’s face. It was quickly replaced by one of anger, but even that was better than the business-like smarm of his prior expression.

“Maybe I like having control over the instinctual voice that screams at me to preen and chirp, the one that wants me to sing and court and hunt! I doubt you understand because you’re about as baseline human as they get. I suck at dancing and let me tell you, trying to hunt for fish as my instincts want me to is a little difficult with human feet. Not to mention feathers take forever to dry and did you ever consider that, excluding the morph bullshit, I might just want to take time to be a normal twenty-three-year-old and play video games and give presents to friends? Did it?”

Hawks had gotten to his feet at some point during his rant, looming over Dabi. Dabi who was slouching into the couch, eyes watching him as intently as any predator would Or prey, judging by how his eyes kept flicking to the door. Calculating an escape route. Eyes that snapped to him as Hawks shifted his weight back.

He let out a muffled shriek, the one that Rumi said resembled one of the raptor calls she’d heard at a sanctuary once. He turned on his heel and headed towards the kitchen. He didn’t know what to do to fix this, running his hands through his hair, not quite stress-preening, but close enough.

“Do you want pizza? I want pizza.” Hawks shouted as he escaped into the kitchen. He hoped that Dabi stayed put, that he didn’t follow Hawks.

He yanked open the freezer door, hand shooting up to keep another box of frozen dinners from sliding out. He lost himself in the methodical nature of preparing; preheating his small counter oven and moving the pizza from the box to a small sheet to the rack of the oven and setting a timer.

He hadn’t heard Dabi get up to follow him, and now that he was done, the majority of the irritated fuzz that had been bussing in his veins had vanished. He probably needed to go back in there. They still had some time before the pizza finished cooking.

He peered around the wall between the kitchen and the living room. Dabi was still lounging on the couch, still in nothing but the robe he lazily threw on, the belt not even properly tied.

Dabi felt Hawks’ eyes on him, looking up at the hero. He quirked a brow, one of his shit-eating grins on his face.

“So… what was that about courting?”

Hawks wanted to scream again. Instead, he decided discretion was the better part of valor and that a temporary retreat was a better plan than screaming. If anything, it would keep his downstairs neighbors from sliding annoyed notes under his door again. He stayed in the kitchen, staring at the rack of clean, dried dishes until the timer for the pizza rang.

When he returned to the living room, a plate of pizza in each hand, Dabi had shifted to sitting like a normal person, although his feet were still kicked up on the low table in front of him and he had somehow obtained the television remote. A magical girl cartoon was playing, although there were a lot more swords and spaceships than he remembered magical girls using. Hawks handed one plate to Dabi. He had split the pizza between the plates, and if one plate had an additional slice and if he handed that plate to Dabi, that was his poorly kept secret and maybe Dabi wouldn’t notice.

Judging by the dry amusement written over Dabi’s face as he took the plate from Hawks, Hawks was not as subtle as he had hoped. He, thankfully, didn’t say anything as Hawks tore into his pizza. Dabi ate his at a slower pace, one of the first times Dabi had accepted and then eaten something Hawks had provided. It sent a pleasant warble through his goddamn bird brain because today was the day he apparently let it run rampant through his life. In his defense, he was too tired to fight it at this point. He had one horrifying realization followed by a world-shaking one followed by several aftershocks that had drained him of any bandwidth necessary to process anything else.

“So… courting?” Dabi prompted when Hawks put down his plate. Hawks shot him a dead-eyed look. Dabi’s grin grew. Hawks was learning he hated seeing that smile as much as he enjoyed it.

“Apparently! It’s news to me!” Hawks said, throwing up his hands in exasperation. At that, Dabi began to laugh. Honest to got laughing.

Hawks stared.

What was so funny? Was this funny? Was he… the source of amusement? Did he find Hawks’ newly discovered affection for him hilarious? Was Hawks and his emotions really that much of a joke?

Something shriveled in his chest as he recoiled from the thought. He didn’t like it, but he understood it. People wanted things from a significant other and some of those things Hawks wasn’t and couldn’t ever be. It still stung, sort of like leaving his heart on top of a fire ant nest.

“One of the league?” Dabi wheezed, bent over his knees as he slowly stopped laughing. “You really have shit taste birdie. So. Who is it?”

Hawks gawked, baffled by the obliviousness. Before today, he’d attributed Dabi with a little more interpersonal prowess than the commission seemed inclined to award him. Now he was thinking the C-ranking in intelligence wasn’t too far off.

Dabi’s expression grew irritated the longer Hawks gawked at him.

“What, afraid I’ll tell your little crush that you had me naked in your bed or something?”

Hawks sighed and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling and wondering if launching himself out the window might end this entire conversation and situation.

“Dabi. Who do you think it is?” Dabi opened his mouth, and Hawks suddenly thought better of giving Dabi that opening. “If you say Toga, I will return to the bathroom and become violently ill.”

Dabi closed his mouth, lips pursed as he thought. An idea struck and he grinned.

“It’s not Twice.” Hawks cut him off. Dabi’s face fell again. This was the most twisted version of a sleepover game ever.

Before he could think better of it, Hawks leaned over, invading Dabi’s space. He pressed their foreheads together, letting out an unintentional warble before quickly backing off and gathering the plates.

He spent the next ten minutes loudly washing the plates and pan and dragging it out as long as humanely possible if only to give him time to will the heat from his face and give Dabi time to flee. If Dabi didn’t leave, then maybe he would be able to slip past him and throw himself out of the balcony window. Rumi always said he was welcome to crash at her house. Maybe he could stay there until Dabi got bored of his apartment.

No, she’d ask why he wanted to stay with her all of a sudden. He couldn’t very well tell her a villain he just realized he fancied had taken up residence in his apartment. That would end as well as the rest of tonight had been going.

He braced himself against the sink. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He had a mission but that could be easily dealt with. Just tell them Dabi refused to let him join. Give them what info he had and then let them figure out another way to deal with the league. Hell, that would actually give him a clean-ish way of separating himself without anyone getting hurt. The league would assume he and Dabi had a snit and… well no they might actually come after him for vengeance. Fuck.

There was a knock on the wall of the kitchen, interrupting his spiraling thoughts. As he turned, he caught sight of Dabi leaning against the threshold of the kitchen. He was no longer dressed in the robe, having changed back to his usual white shirt and dark pants. He didn’t see Dabi’s coat anywhere. Had he worn it over? Or did he use that disguise he was partial to?

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Dabi said, not really asking a question but Hawks still nodded in response. He avoided looking at Dabi, staring at the ground and at Dabi’s bare feet. He shouldn’t have gotten those stupid fancy boots. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened and he could have remained ignorant and it wouldn’t feel like something was squirming painfully in his ribcage.

He tensed, waiting for the mockery to come. Or for the ground to swallow him up, whichever occurred first.

“Why?” Dabi asked softly, like he wasn’t prying for things to use in his mockery. Look at Hawks, he’s so desperate he falls for the first moderately attractive villain he gets to know.

“Why does anyone like someone?” Hawks hedged, wincing at the snort Dabi responded with.

“A lot of people like what the other can provide.”

“Oh…” Hawks faltered, slipping his hands in his pockets and eyeing the space between Dabi and the door. Dabi followed his gaze and lifted a leg, bracing it against the other side of the archway, barring the way.

“Nope. We’re talking. Use your words, birdie. You’re usually good with those.”

Hawks smile wryly. “Not around you apparently. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Humor me and try.”

“I don’t know. You’re an asshole with ambition. Apparently, I like that in people.” It explained why his only close friend was Rumi, and why he admired Endeavor so much. Huge dicks. Large ambition.

“And you’re not interested in someone depending on you?” Dabi said. Unlike before, he seemed less angry, a little more amused and mostly trying to understand. Which, improvement was good? Maybe he wouldn’t end up set on fire.

“Dabi, my day job is being a hero. I get my fill of that. I would love a partner I wouldn’t need to worry about.”

“You don’t worry about me?” Dabi teased, and Hawks shook his head, laughing.

“I worry about the damage you cause and occasionally you riling up the rest of the league. Do you want me to worry about you? I can start. Nag you like I do Toga. ‘Toga why are you shivering where is your coat’ and ‘Toga please bandage that cut - infections are not fun’ and ‘Toga, have you considered going to bed-’?”

“Stop, stop.” Dabi interrupted, amusement bright in his tone. “No. Absolutely not. Aim that at Shigaraki. I get enough of that from the others. What else do you like about me?”

“Sounds like you’re fishing for compliments.”

“Or insults. For all I know, you’re attracted to the shiny shit in my face.”

“Well, piercings are attractive.” Hawks joked, delighting in the way Dabi’s face contorted. “And now that your ego’s been sufficiently stroked, can we forget this happened? Maybe let me out of the kitchen so I can escape to my office and hide until you leave?”

“No.” Dabi stated, although he dropped his leg. Hawks took the opportunity to try and slip past, freezing as Dabi snagged his wrist. His grip was loose, but firm. “Sleeping with you would not have been as big an imposition as others.”

“That…” Hawks’ face twisted in disgust, “That does not make me feel better.”

“I”m trying to say you’re welcome to continue your bower-bird rituals. I like barbeque and tempura.”

Hawks… Hawks could work with that.

#bnha #bnha fic #dabihawks fic #my fic #also known as the happy version of a massive fic im writing #This is the 'nice' version of the fic im dubbing 'another pain' for the discord peeps

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haleigh-sloth · 3 years ago

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Not really an ask just sharing thoughts. Interesting how the heroes keep going for the kill. Fighting violence with violence, good never came from that. People joke about "talk no jutsu" but if they actually take the time to know an enemy maybe they discover why they do the things they do. That they have certain things in common And then healing can start. Is fighting nessacary sometimes, absolutely. But bloodshed could of been stopped before all this happened in the story. A villain to one can be a hero to others. I feel Shigaraki was a hero to the league at one time. It can be frustrating for us to see these villains not be understood cause we see why they do it. We also see the heroes recklessly charging ahead with fists, Bakugou Miruko Endeavor. The whole attitude of "I'm gonna kick your ass" or calling people "it" "that thing" etc. (Its not ok especially for heroes) I really hope Hori gets this point across well. And I can't wait for that moment when the break through starts to happen, you'll hear me shout with joy.

On a personal note how's the move. I know your ready. Anyway have a great night 🌸🌻

Yeah!

I mentioned here but I really hope that in the same way Ochacko reflects on her encounter with Toga, Midoriya does the same and wonders where the misunderstanding fell. I feel like he’s set up to do it, the hints are there. I just need it to happen.

I think we’re getting there though, for everyone who is set up to understand a villain. In time lol.

Anyway—-

23 days until I move. July 20th cannot get here fast enough. My house is basically packed up save for food, clothes, and my TV because I can’t live in silence lol. Monday-Friday for me is just cleaning, packing, hanging out online, taking care of dogs…..the days are moving slow. I’m not used to having 5 days of the week off, so yeah. I’m restless and my sleep schedule is Bad.

I am very, very ready to get out of here.

Thank you for asking!!!! Hope you’re well!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha asks #Shigaraki tomura

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epickiya722 · 3 months ago

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Oh, you haven't heard? It's...

#because i said so and i need to smile on mondays #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #miruko #mirko #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #miruko monday #mirko monday #💜🐇🌙

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floof-ghostie · 3 years ago

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Honestly, the fact that Megan's Miruko cosplay was on Halloween AND a monday. Megan Monday never disappoints.

#megan thee stallion

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thenixkat · 4 years ago

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Characters on the Black superpower breakdown list

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(Cannon Busters) Amalia Sheran Sharm (Wakfu) Kaz Kaan (Neo Yokio) Dr. Facilier (The Princess and the Frog) Raven Baxter (That's So Raven) John Henry (Folktales) Darryl (Mercyverse) Asil the Moor (Mercyverse) Hork-Bajir (Animorphs) Ashio (Magi-Nation) Gogor (Magi-Nation Duel) Rayje (Magi-Nation Duel) Strom (Magi-Nation) Sugar Hill (Sugar Hill 1974) Thunder (Soul Eater) Fire (Soul Eater) Miruko (My Hero Academia) Rock Lock (My Hero Academia) Ogun Montogomery (Fire Force) Manifold [Eden Fesi] Yoruichi Shihōin (Bleach) Yasutora Sado/Chad (Bleach) Gantenbainne Mosqueda (Bleach) Zommari Rureaux (Bleach) Shuri (Marvel Comics) Alya Césaire (Miraculous Ladybug) Nora Césaire (Miraculous Ladybug) Max Kanté (Miraculous Ladybug) Razahir “Raze” Khemse (Underworld) Jermaine (Xiaolin Showdown) Piccolo Jr (Dragonball) Koen West (Cleverman) Xavin (Runaways) Goo (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) Tobias Whale (Black Lightning) Zak Monday (The Secret Saturdays) Dion Warren (Raising Dion) Hex (Ben 10) Charmcaster (Ben 10) Annabelle Cane (The Magnus Archives) Oliver Banks (The Magnus Archives) Khalil Payne / Painkiller (Black Lightning) Issa Williams (Black Lightning) Perenna (Black Lightning) Giselle Cutter (Black Lightning) Brandon Marshall/Geo-Force (Black Lightning) T.C. / Baron/Technocrat (Black Lightning) Domino (Deadpool 2) Clayface/Ethan Bennette (The Batman) Ironheart (Marvel Comics) Silhouette (Marvel Comics) Fish Mooney (Gotham) Valerie Gray (Danny Phantom) Hack (DC Comics) Peek-A-Boo (DC Comics) Madam Slay (Marvel Comics) Alex (Totally Spies) Olivia (Pokemon) Abra Stone (Doctor Sleep) Tia Dalma [Calypso] Allura (Voltron) Raphael (RoTTMNT) Donatello (RoTTMNT) Leonardo (RoTTMNT) Michelangelo (RoTTMNT) Bebop (TMNT) Zack Taylor (Power Rangers) T.J. Johnson (Power Rangers) Aisha Cambell (Power Rangers) Jack Landors (Power Rangers) Tanya Sloan (Power Rangers) Scott Truman (Power Rangers) Noah Carver (Power Rangers) Joel Rawlings (Power Rangers) Will Aston (Power Rangers) Katie Walker (Power Rangers) Ethan James (Power Rangers) Max Cooper (Power Rangers) Cestro (Power Rangers) Damon Henderson (Power Rangers) Zane (Power Rangers) A-Squad Green Ranger (power Rangers) Kevin (Power Rangers) Shelby Watkins (Power Rangers) Zayto (Power Rangers) Hayley Foster (Power Rangers) Aisha (Winx Club) Flora (Winx Club) Catwoman [Selina Kyle] Rodger (Dino Squad) Koki (Wild Kratts) Darla Dudley (DC Comics)

209 characters thus far. If ya fave superpowered negro ain’t here, leave a name, pic, and list of their powers

#nix meows #black characters #black superheroes #black supervillains #long post

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 3 years ago

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Disparate Amalgamation

Disparate Amalgamation by itsnell

Takami Keigo always knew the HPSC was unhinged.

What he failed to realize, however, was that they were this unhinged.

Finding out you have a little brother in front of dozens of other heroes is never fun. Finding out your brother was the result of possibly-illegal genetic engineering as well as followed in your footsteps of a lifetime of abuse is even less so.

At least this time the HPSC has gone too far, showed their hand, and there are people on his side. More than anything, Keigo is determined to get his brother out, get himself out, and try to pick up the pieces the HPSC left behind.

I.e. we have entirely too few Keigo & Izuku as brothers fics. This is my fic appreciating Keigo & Izuku as brothers, and appreciating mutant quirks because I don't do that enough. Had a good time brainstorming these quirks with friends, though!

Updates Mondays

Words: 4929, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku and Takami Keigo | Hawks are Siblings, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Genetic Engineering, The HPSC is fucked, They've gone too far this time, Nedzu is about to seek and destroy, It sounds Hawks centric but there's gonna be a few different povs, Mainly Keigo and Izuku though

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38173000

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Keigo Takami #Nedzu #Erasermic·#R:T #A:Itsnell #Quirk AU

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ao3feed-hawks · 3 years ago

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Disparate Amalgamation

Disparate Amalgamation by itsnell

Takami Keigo always knew the HPSC was unhinged.

What he failed to realize, however, was that they were this unhinged.

Updates Mondays

Words: 4929, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38173000

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hawks #♠#Keigo Takami #Izuku Midoriya #Nedzu #Erasermic·#R:T #A:Itsnell #Quirk AU

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soulquirk · 5 years ago

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100 Follower Celebration Prompt #2 - "Are you flirting with me?" "Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."

Requested by: @yukiimanic

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.1k

taglist: @mindninjax @coelestial @lookslikeleese @blahkugo @enjifuckersupreme @catsonthebeachfics

enjoy!

To any regular person, Takami Keigo might have seemed like the ultimate flirt. He was charming and attractive, making women and men swoon wherever he went. It didn't help that his Quirk was flashy and practical for all types of situations.

However, as his manager, you saw a different side to him. He was a bit awkward and clumsy at times; more than once had he bruised his hip on the corner of your desk. Whenever someone touched him, whether it be a handshake or a passive bump on the shoulder, it was like his brain short-circuited. He kept up a confident appearance, but behind closed doors, he stuttered. You noticed a nervous tic he had developed, taking a crimson feather and fidgeting with the vanes.

On top of all this, you were oblivious to him being a hopeless romantic.

Every Monday, without fail, your favorite tea or coffee would show up on your desk. If he didn't deliver it himself, it was there when you arrived at your office, piping hot. Wednesdays, he loved to treat you to lunch. Keigo saw them as dates, while you took the opportunity to discuss PR strategies and mission briefings. Fridays were for flowers. Peonies, hyacinths, apple blossoms; there was a new flower arrangement every week.

To you, these were all just friendly gestures, a show of gratitude from your client. You had no idea how often you were on his mind. He thought of you on missions, where his only real goal was to return to you safe. During the night, he'd lay awake until the sound of your voice in his head put him to sleep. He looked forward to every meeting with you, in or out of the office.

Today was like any other Friday. The red tulips on your desk gave off a sweet aroma as you sat down, and your attention immediately flicked to the note attached to the purple vase. Strange, you thought, the arrangements never come with those.

It read: "I'd like to take you out to Marquie's for dinner. I'll be away for patrols today, but I'll pick you up at six."

You smiled. The man may be an ordeal to handle sometimes, but he sure was sweet.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive. What, with those golden eyes and soft hair and beautiful feathers-

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on your work. You couldn't place all your attention on Hawks. You were also Kamui Woods' and Miruko's manager, and their paperwork was still piling up after Kamino and Fukuoka. The glamorous life of a hero always masks the never-ending tasks of their manager.

Sometime around noon, your secretary buzzed the intercom. "Yes?"

"Miruko is here to see you, ma'am."

"Send her in, please," you said, not looking away from your computer.

The door opened, and the world's most delightful bunny strode in. "Heya, girl, just wanted to run something by you. Are those flowers?"

You looked up to her, pointing at the tulips. "Yeah, Hawks sent them."

She didn't look surprised, and that threw you off a bit. "I'd be shocked if it was anyone else."

"What do you mean by that?"

She shrugged, one of her long ears flopping over to the side. "Oh, nothing. Anyway, have you gotten everything from Fukuoka settled? The Commission's going to kill both of us if the reports aren’t turned in by week's end."

You sighed, letting her earlier comment slip your mind as you moved to more important matters. So is the life of a manager. "Almost. Just gotta format the statements and everything. How are you holding up?"

"Better than you by the sound of it. You've worked nonstop this past week." She sat down on the plush blue couch nestled in a corner. Many nights had been spent on that couch to meet the excruciating deadlines set by the Commission. And she was right, you had been overworking yourself. In fact, you had spent more time in the office than out of it over the past seven days.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just doing my job." You reassured her with a warm smile.

After going over the Fukuoka reports and Miruko's departure, the day seemed to fly by. You didn't know it was six o'clock until the door opened and your secretary wished you a good evening. After exchanging pleasantries and going over assignments for tomorrow, he too was gone.

A flapping of wings broke the silence that was left. The balcony door opened, and in came the man of the hour.

He was as good-looking as ever, with that tan jacket and a black-and-gold tank top. Hawks stepped into the office, brushing off a few feathers from his shoulders. "Sorry I'm late, dove. Unfortunately, someone decided the perfect time to rob a convenience store was right when I was going to pick up my date."

You were so focused on finishing the last of the Fukuoka reports that it didn't really register in your mind what he had said. "It's all good. I'm just about to be done for the day."

Hawks' wings drooped a bit, not that you noticed. "Come on. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. You need a break."

You gasped when he came up and shut your laptop. You were about to chew him out when you looked up at him and saw the intensity of his gaze.

"Seriously. Come on."

The tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit as you sighed. "Fine. But this only makes me have to come in early tomorrow to finish."

Hawks shrugged. "As long as you get one night off."

You resigned, packing your things and making sure everything was squared away for the next morning. You turned the lights off and headed for the door.

He was still standing by your desk.

"Hawks? What are you doing? Let's go." You motioned for him to follow you.

One of his arms came up to rub the back of his neck and the bases of his wings. "I-I was thinking...maybe we fly there?"

"Isn't that kinda dangerous?"

"I'd never let anything happen to you."

At that moment, Keigo was glad the lights were off so you wouldn't see how bad he was blushing.

You felt your heart flip at his words, but the idea of flying was a bit daunting.

And exhilarating.

"It-it's just across the block. A-and it's on a roof so we wouldn't be flying very far. I just didn't want to have to make you walk all the way there when I could-"

You silenced him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, and you could swear you heard his breath hitch. "Let's go."

His wings fluttered, betraying his confident attitude. He then led the way out to the balcony of your office. One of the few perks of being the manager of three Top 10 heroes was a sweet penthouse office all to yourself. It came with an on-suite, a mini-kitchen, and a balcony. It overlooked the large building in Kitakyushu and gave an impressive view of the city.

Hawks gave you a look that hinted towards nervousness, but he was bouncing with excitement. "Are you ready?"

You nodded.

He approached you tentatively, taking his arms and gently wrapping them around your waist. The sanguine wings began flapping, and his grip got tighter as he lifted both of you into the air.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Afraid to look down at the ground, you also buried your face in his chest. His heartbeat was audible, and it almost concerned you how fast it was. Was he scared of dropping you or something? No, it had to be that he was part bird, that the high rate of his heartbeat came from an avian source. Right?

The flight ended sooner than you expected, and Hawks set you down on the rooftop of another office building where the restaurant resided. You didn't expect to miss being in his arms.

Marquie's was an Italian restaurant, renowned in the city for its gnocchi and ham dish. The line to get in was long, and you noticed that people cheered and snapped pictures when they saw you land. Immediately, your mind switched to manager mode, and you did your best to make a good appearance alongside the number two hero.

Hawks strode up to the hostess and gave her his name. She nodded and picked up two menus and gestured for you to follow her into the restaurant.

The atmosphere was homey, with pictures and traditional paintings hung up everywhere. Stained glass lamps hung above the booths while an ornate chandelier lit up the main room. Everyone was in casual attire, and for a moment, you felt overdressed. As you walked by, many people were happy to see Hawks, asking for signatures and photos or thanking him. He didn't stop for anyone but made sure everyone was at least acknowledged. The hostess led the two of you to a room in the back that was void of anyone.

A table for two was set up, with a candle burning and soft music playing. An arrangement of the same red tulips you had gotten earlier in the day sat on an adjacent table. This one, however, was much bigger than the one that had shown up on your desk.

Could this be...a date?

"What do you think?"

His deep voice shook you from your reverie. "It's impressive, Hawks! How did you get the whole room for us?"

"Keigo, please."

You looked at him. Was he really asking you to call him by his given name? "K-Keigo. Okay."

"And to answer your question, I'm literally the number two hero. That comes with some perks, one of them includes money."

Chuckling, you made your way to the table. Keigo was quick to follow you, pulling out your chair. He then sat down just as a waitress entered the room.

Once you gave her your drink orders, you were alone with him again.

You talked for a while about each other's day. He told you about a crazy gang of clowns trying to make people laugh and failing. You told him about Miruko visiting, and her comment about the flowers suddenly reappeared in your mind.

Mustering some courage, you decided to ask him about it. "Miruko said she wasn't surprised you sent me the flowers. What do you think she meant by that?"

Keigo nearly choked on his Dr. Pepper. Once you made sure he was okay, he muttered, "I, uh, I don't know. Maybe she just knows that I send them every week."

"Well, it is very sweet of you. Thank you." You twirled your finger absentmindedly around the rim of your glass.

"It-it's because I'm sweet on you, dove."

You looked up from the glass to see him white-knuckling his own hands. Was he...nervous?

"Are you flirting with me?"

Keigo laughed. "Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."

All that time, all the lunches, the flowers, the coffees, it was all because...he liked you? "Wait, you really think of me that way?"

The look he shot you was one of slight fear. "It's okay if you don't feel the same!" He extended his hands across the table in a show of surrender. "I get it, a manager and their client really shouldn't be in a relationship together. But I-I can't stop thinking about you. All the times we went out, and me bringing you flowers. I tried my best to convey a message through them that I...I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long, and I just can't get you out of my fucking head-"

He was once again cut off by your touch. You took his hand and waited for him to look at you. "Keigo, it's okay. I...really like you, too."

The wings on his back fluttered and disturbed the flowers behind them. His face lit up in a million-dollar smile. "You mean it?"

You exhaled. "This is gonna be a PR nightmare, but yes, I do."

"Can I kiss you?"

The heat that rose to your cheeks was impossible to ignore. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Keigo leaned across the table. You closed your eyes as the world stopped; nothing else mattered than the here and now. You felt your heart skip a beat or two when finally, finally, his lips met yours.

When you broke apart after a moment or two, you saw him smirking as he sat back down. "So," he said, as casually as ever, "You getting the gnocchi?"

#sly bastard >:3 #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks bnha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my posts #my writing #annie's 100 follower celebration

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