#plus. it gives an 'excuse' to why bakugou is such an asshole. like. oh well. he's acting out because his mom hits him and hates him 🥺

[bkdkbrainrot]

the real reason i don't jive with the "bakugou mitsuki is a bad mom" headcanon is because it gives katsuki A Tragic Backstory, and that's simply not what his deal is.

katsuki's whole thing is that he comes from a middle class family: his parents have money but aren't wealthy, and he grew up in a nice neighborhood full of adults who encouraged him. and he hates it. he hates that he doesn't have A Tragic Backstory, that his story isn't one of rags to riches, he isn't the underdog that overcame all odds--he's an entitled, overcompensating, asshole who's embarrassed that he came from a loving family that lived in a nice middle class suburb.

so to me, making it so that his mom (and dad, sometimes) is abusive just doesn't work. we already have a character that's a prodigy, stoic, a bit of an asshole, and who comes from a wealthy, abusive family. todoroki shouto.

[h0rnyshakespeare]

could you do a fantasy au with bakugou as a kitsune? you’ve just recently moved into a cottage in the woods to get away from your previous life, when you stubble across baku in a trap surrounded by hunters! you of course aren’t going to let some assholes hurt an innocent creature, so you devise a plan to get him free. you draw the hunter’s attention away from the caged baku, causing them to run off. you then get to baku, and are able to free him. though a slight problem, the hunters are coming back, and they see you messing with their ‘find.’ while you’re frozen in place, baku literally picks you up, and jumps into the trees, evading gunshots. he keeps you there until the hunters go away.

after all this drama, you start hanging out with the kitsune more and more. you two get closer as time goes on, and bakugou becomes more and more infatuated and protective of you. he’s touchier, softer, and overall more gentle with you. he even lets you touch his ears and tail. everything is all well and good when oh no, the hunters are back, and they’re out for revenge. while you’re at the cottage, they ransack your home, chasing you out into the woods. you’re sprinting, calling for bakugou as the hunters are gaining. just then, none other than the fox himself jumps in and beats the absolute shit outta the hunters. he then turns to you, worry as well as rage in his eyes. he sees they’ve hurt you, and that’s the final nail in the coffin for what he’s about to do. “Stay with me.” he pleads. “you don’t have a safe home anymore, and even if you did, i can’t promise your safety. i NEED you to be safe, okay. stay with me as my mate. i’ll hunt for you. i’ll protect you. anything, and you’ve got it.” you’re stunned. eyes wide, you ask him why. why does he care so much? nobody else ever did, so why does he, as powerful and as beautiful as he is. the answer isn’t as hard as you would think “it’s because i fucking love you...”

OKAY this is definitely long and more of a vent than anything but i think it’s so cute! just imagine cuddling with him as soft and as cute as he would be, hanging over you like a jungle cat. very nice, very nice indeed

kitsune!Bakugou x gn!reader (I couldn't think of a title, sorry)

Genre: Fantasy

Warnings: Swearing caz Bakugou, brief mentions of gunshots (that’s it I think?? But if there’s anything I missed please let me know)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Tysm for requesting, this was such a cute idea! I’m sorry this took some time, exams are coming so my writing’s a little slow haha. I wrote this to be gn!reader but if anywhere implies otherwise please let me know :) And to everyone else who requested, I’m working on them!

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Last name

You had recently moved into a little cottage in the woods, not too far away from the main city, but enough to be away from the busy, commercial life you once lived. Others might disagree, but you felt more at peace among nature, like you were truly satisfied. You had never enjoyed living among many people, so you were excited to start your new life, out here in the woods. As you walked back to your cottage after taking a walk to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings, you heard a few voices up ahead. You groaned, not wanting to socialize with anyone, but before you could turn to take a different route to avoid whoever was there, you overheard one of the voices say, “We’re gonna get a fine amount of money for this creature’s fur, ya hear me? So make sure the trap is secure.” A couple of other voices mumbled in agreement. You frowned. Although you could not really make out what animal they had caught, you did know that whatever they were doing, it sounded illegal. You sighed. You did not want to confront anyone, but you made your way towards the voices. You saw three men surrounding a cage, holding… guns? “What have I gotten myself into?” you internally groaned, but it was too late to turn back now. “Um, excuse me?” you called out hesitantly. They turned at the sound of your voice, looking displeased. You smiled nervously. “Hi, um, it’s actually illegal to hunt in this area…” you trailed off, seeing their annoyance. “How would you know, you little punk? Go braid daisy crowns or whatever you do in this dump,” one of them sneered at you. You were slowly growing irritated, but you kept the smile on your face, determining to help whatever animal they had imprisoned. “Ok, well, I was going to let you know that if you walk a few miles from here, there is a hunting area. You guys aren’t the first hunters I’ve seen around here,” you lied through your teeth, trying to distract them to give you enough time to release the trapped creature. “If you check it out, I’ll forget I even saw you guys here, and no one will know that y’all were hunting illegally, ok? Plus, I’ve seen a lot of finer animals in that area.” “Maybe we should listen to her, boss,” one of the hunters said to the one who had spoken to you first. “I mean, it is just a fox, and if we’re caught…” he whispered the rest of his sentence to their leader, who in turn frowned. “Fuck, whatever. How far is the hunting area, kid?” he asked, the question directed to you. “Oh, um, about… 10 miles from here? In that direction,” you said, pointing. “You better not be lying to us,” the hunter glared at you, making you gulp. You tried to act nonchalant until they were out of sight, then immediately rushed to the trap. You gasped when you saw a beautiful fox with… tan, almost golden fur. You had never even heard of foxes that colour. The hunters were idiotic to listen to you and leave this amazing creature, but you were glad they did. The fox made a low, growling noise, snapping you out of your trance. “Ah, right, I’m sorry, I’ll let you out now, don’t worry,” you said, suddenly feeling stupid that you were conversing with an animal. You quickly set your attention onto setting it free. The trap looked complicated to deactivate, but you realized it was actually quite simple, and you managed to free the fox in no time. “There you go,” you smiled, “You’re free now.” Surprisingly, the fox lingered, studying you with beautiful carmine eyes. First tan fur, now red eyes? “You’re like something outta a fairy tale, huh? So pretty,” you said softly, gazing at it at wonder, when you heard distant voices shouting.

Crap. The hunters.

“You really thought you could fool us! There were no animals in that area!” “Ahaha fuck, I’m in trouble,” you murmured, thinking of a way to escape, when you remembered the fox was still here! “Hey uh, you really should get outta here-” you said, turning to find not a fox, but a man with fox ears and a- no wait, nine tails. Your eyes widened, freezing as you tried to process what just happened.

“Oi, dumbass, if you’re not gonna run they’re gonna get you, you know.”

“I- uhhh… well this is a weird dream,” you chuckled nervously. “Tch, idiot,” was all he said before picking you up bridal-style and running faster than the hunters could catch up. You felt something whizz past your ear. “HOLY FU- THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US!” you yelled, grabbing at the man’s collar. “Thanks for stating the obvious, dumbass!” he yelled back. “Now would you shut up so I can focus on not dying?” You quickly turned silent after that statement. Without warning the… man? fox? man fox?? suddenly took a huge leap into the trees, landing on a branch that somehow held his weight. You yelped, then quickly covered your mouth in order to keep quiet as you saw the hunters running past from underneath. “They’re gone now,” you heard the man speak as he set you down on the branch. The tree you both were on was sturdy, giving you a secure foothold. You turned to face him. “Uh, thanks for saving me back there, but I’m pretty sure you were a fox when I first saw you…?” “Tch. Humans really have gotten dumber over the past few years haven’t they. I’m a kitsune. Ya know what that is?” Your eyes widened. “A-a kitsune as in the ones in the fairy tales? The foxes who can shapeshift to humans, and have many tails…” you trailed off, feeling stupid that you had not noticed earlier. The kitsune smirked in response. “Yeah, and I have nine, meaning I’m the most powerful. You’re lucky I was there to save you.” “You saved me? Who was trapped in a cage, huh? If anything, you should be thanking me,” you huffed, annoyed. Who did he think he was? He said nothing, simply gazing at you with interest written all over the flaming pools of scarlet that were his eyes. You tried not to feel intimidated by them, not knowing what powers this creature possessed. You could not deny that he was beautiful as a human, alluring even, with blonde hair similar to his fox fur, and his body looked as if it were sculpted by gods. You gulped, forcing yourself to stop staring at all the scars scattering his bare chest. He smirked as if he knew exactly what you were thinking of, causing your face to heat up. “Where do you live, dumbass? I’m sure you can’t climb down trees.” You rolled your eyes, embarrassed that he was right. “Not far from here, I’ll manage.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” was all he said before he lifted you in his arms again, leaping to the ground and taking you home in no time. “I didn’t even give you directions,” you said, confused. He sighed. “I could smell your scent from here. Why do you live in the middle of the forest?” “Caz I want to??” you said. “That’s weird,” he responded. “Don’t you live here too though?” you retorted. You saw a smirk flicker briefly on his face before being replaced again with his bored expression. “I’ll see you around then, dumbass.” He said, turning to leave. “Wait!” you called out, immediately regretting it. Why’d I do that? But there was no time to question your actions as he looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Uh, I-I just wanted to know your name,” you said a little breathlessly. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he said, never breaking eye contact. “Bakugou, huh? Well, I’m Y/N L/N,” you replied. Bakugou shrugged. “I’ll be leaving then dumbass.” You huffed. “I literally just told you my name!” “And?” was all he said, before vanishing through the foliage of trees. You exhaled slowly, feeling a little disoriented. You had so many questions but decided not to think too much of the day’s events, instead opting for relaxing in your new home.

The next day, you decided to just hang out at home, yet you could not get the kitsune out of your mind, making you frustrated. “Ah, fuck it,” you mumbled, before heading out. You were not sure where you were going, but you walked in the same direction you did yesterday. “What are you doing this you idiot? What if the hunters find you again?” you thought, yet your body did not listen, continuing to walk in the same path. You did not run into anyone on the way. Unfortunately, that included Bakugou. You decided to just sit down under a tree and read the book you had brought with you. You had been peacefully reading for a while, the sounds of the forest soothing to you ears.

“Well fancy seeing you here.” You whipped your head at the sound of his voice. You saw the fox with tan fur you rescued yesterday. “Bakugou?” He transformed into his human form, grinning as he did so. “So, what’re you doing here, dumbass? Missed me?” You rolled your eyes. “You wish. I came here to relax for a bit.” “Whatever you say, dumbass. What’re you reading?” You showed him your book, causing him to snort. “What?” you asked, slightly irritated. What was his deal? “Your taste is so bland, I’m not surprised.” “Fuck off,” you responded. “As if you’ve ever even touched a book before.” “I have,” Bakugou said, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t peg you as the type to read,” you said, getting back to your book. “Is that all modern-day kitsunes do these days?” Bakugou shrugged. “I’ve never met any others here.” You looked back at him, surprised. “So… you’re alone?” “Tch. I just prefer to be by myself.” You nodded. “Me too.” “Pfft, you? You look like someone who would love being around people, with how much you talk and all.” You glared at him. “And this is exactly why I like being on my own.” He raised his arms. “I guess I’ll leave then. Since you seem to really hate company, right dumbass?” “My name is not dumbass, it’s Y/N. Why’re you so rude?” you hissed. You were met with silence when you realized he had left. You could not believe you actually came out all this way just to talk to him, only for him to randomly leave mid-conversation. You huffed, shifting your position to get more comfortable. “I’m still here you know.” You jumped, hearing his voice from above you. “What the hell?” He snorted in amusement. “You really think you could get rid of me that easily, dumbass?” You rolled your eyes, but inside you felt secretly happy that he had stayed, and you hated it. “You’re so annoying,” you retorted, turning a page in your book, yet somehow not really seeing the words. It was quiet for a while, before Bakugou jumped back down to the ground, sitting next to you. “Read that for me,” he said in a tone unlike his usual one. “What?” “You seem to like this trash so much, so read it,” he said, making himself comfortable. You sighed. “Fine.”

And so began the afternoons you would spend with him. Every day, you would meet him under the same tree and read. Sometimes he would fall asleep next to you, exposing a more soft and vulnerable side of him, contrasting to his normally brash and rough personality. It was pretty sweet, and over time, your feelings for him only grew. You were not sure, but you felt that he too had become softer and gentler around you as time went on. He even let you pet his ears, blushing whenever you did so, trying to hide his flusteredness behind his colourful words. He even went as far as falling asleep on your lap in wolf-form, making you happy he could trust you with the more vulnerable side of him.

You were at home, about to leave to meet Bakugou, when you heard some commotion outside. You were about to check when you heard the door break open. “Find them!” you heard a loud voice say. Your blood ran cold. The hunters? Why were they so set on revenge? You heard something break as they stormed through your house. Before you could grab something to defend yourself, one of them burst into your room, causing you to freeze. “There you fucking are,” he said moving towards you, blocking the exit. Thinking fast, you opened the window next to you and jumped out. Thankfully, it was close to the ground, so you easily picked yourself up and you ran, not daring to look back, but you heard them shouting and running after you. You sprinted down the familiar path, calling for Bakugou as you did. “Goddammit, where are you Bakugou?” you yelled as the hunters gained on you, when-

“The HELL you fuckers think you’re doing, HAH?”

You had never felt so relieved to hear his voice. “Bakugou!” “Stay behind me,” was all he said before going absolutely feral. He beat them up in no time, then watched as they ran away in terror. When he made sure they were gone, he turned to you, anger dissipating, his eyes filled with worry. “You ok?” You nodded weakly, then raised your arm, showing him the wound you had gotten when one of the hunters had shot at you. “It’s not bad, don’t worry. The bullet didn’t hit me, just grazed my skin.” “Shit,” Bakugou cursed as he took your arm in his hand, examining it. “That’s definitely more than a fucking graze.” “It’ll heal, I’m good at first aid,” you said. Bakugou looked at you, incredulous. “Dumbass, this needs more than first aid, are you really that stupid? Don’t move,” he said as his hands began to glow. He positioned them above your wound, using his power to heal you. “Thanks, Bakugou,” you said when he was done. “Really, I appreciate everything.” “Katsuki,” he said, not looking at you. “Huh?” you said, confused. “Call me Katsuki, dumbass.” A playful smile made its way on your lips. “Sure, when you call me Y/N.” He chuckled, then looked at you with a serious gaze. “I want you to stay with me.” You looked at him, dumbfounded. “W-What? What do you mean?” “Your home isn’t safe anymore. Those hunters could come back anytime, I went easy on them. I need you to be safe, Y/N, I-” he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “What would’ve happened to you if I wasn’t there? Just… please, become my mate Y/N. I’ll do anything for you, I’ll hunt for you, protect you, anything you want.” You were stunned, trying to process what he had just asked. “Y-You want me to be your… your mate? Why? And why would someone like you care so much about someone like me when no one really ever has?” He blushed, looking away to glare at the grass. “Fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s caz I fucking love you, dumbass.”

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Bad Idea | Katsuki Bakugou

✦ pairing — Katsuki Bakugou x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1.4k

✦ fake dating AU —

✦ summary — bad ideas get people laid sometimes.

✦ request — Can I have fake dating, frenemies to lovers, F34, F45, S44, M9, M21 with Bakugou?

✶ F34 - “Have you always been this beautiful?”

✶ F45 - “All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

✶ S44 - “I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody so badly.”

✶ M9 - “What are you doing?” / “Hiding.” / “Hiding from what?” / “Everything.”

✶ M21 - “Are we gonna hold hands or what?”

✦ warnings — light angst, probably language, fluff, a suggestive comment.

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It was a bad idea. What had you been thinking when you asked Bakugou to be your fake boyfriend? Bakugou from all people. And he accepted! Who was crazier?

You. Definitely you. Making Eijiro jealous of his best friend was by far the dumbest idea you had had in a long time.

Are we gonna hold hands or what?” Bakugou’s gruff voice snapped you out of it.

You nodded, hesitatingly offering him your hand. He grabbed your hand roughly, forcing his fingers between yours.

His competitiveness would either get you laid or ruin his friendship with Eijiro. A bad idea indeed.

Denki opened the door to his apartment, and unable to hide how surprised he was by seeing you with Bakugou, he let his mouth hung open.

“Oi, let us in already!”

Immediately, Denki stepped to the side so Bakugou and you would get in.

You squeezed Bakugou’s hand so he would shut up. “We brought snacks,” you said, smiling at Denki as you offered him the bag you had been carrying.

Your friend thanked you, taking the bag in his hand, eyes dancing from Bakugou to you. The blonde ignored him.

“Why did you squeeze my hand so hard?” Bakugou demanded to know. “Do you really want to fight right now?”

“It was a reflex,” you said as an excuse, defeated. You should’ve known he would take it the wrong way.

Mina’s reaction was worse than you expected. In a good way. Maybe. The worst-case scenario in your head had been that she would see through the facade. But no. She smugly smiled at you and not subtle at all, winked.

You would’ve interpreted that as her finding out the truth, but Mina had told you many times that the reason behind your rocky friendship —if you could call it that— with Bakugou was that you two liked each other.

He tugged on your hand so you would sit next to him instead of taking your usual spot between Mina and Sero. Thankfully, both of them seemed to understand.

Movie night was a big thing in your friend group, not even Bakugou dared to break the tradition.

Halfway through the movie, you tapped his shoulder. He turned to the side to look at you, seemingly annoyed. “What?”

“Get closer to me,” you whispered.

Shifting, Bakugou avoided your eyes as he closed the gap between his chest and your side.

You slipped an arm between his side and the couch, placing your hand on his back.

He laughed. “If you could see his face…” before you could turn around, he grabbed your face. “Don’t look, idiot! You’re not supposed to care.”

Nodding, you swallowed your spit as he brought your grace closer to his.

Bakugou nuzzled against your cheek, lips brushing your skin. His voice lowered as he whispered in your ear, “Have you always been this beautiful?”

Your breath got caught in your throat. He left a light kiss on your cheek, probably feeling how hot your face had become.

As he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, he kissed your cheek again, dragging his lips down your face. Then, his lips brushed the corner of yours, and surprising you, he dropped a kiss there too.

“Hey!” Eijiro snapped his fingers in front of the two of you. “Get a room or behave.”

You instinctively hid your face against Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Way to ruin the moment,” Bakugou grumbled.

Yeah, his lips had been practically against yours. The only thing you would have had to do was shift a little bit and you would’ve finally kissed him.

Wait, what?

You gently pushed Bakugou off you. “I need to get some air.”

A couple of blocks down the street, you found the park Denki had talked so much about. You’d never been in that area of the city before, and he had moved no less than a month ago.

Adult life proved to be a challenge in terms of keeping in contact with your friends. And close to your family. And your feelings in check…

Feelings.

Oh, this was bad. You liked the way it felt to have Bakugou’s attention, and his gestures even if you weren’t sure they were genuine. You had relished in the clunky way he complimented you minutes before, fake or not.

You curled up on the bench, wishing you could disappear before you came up with another stupid idea. If you had your cellphone with you, you would’ve called a cab already and gotten home.

The goal had been to have fun, make Eijiro jealous, and in the process annoy Bakugou, yet you were the annoyed one and fun was far away from your set of goals now.

Riling Bakugou up had been easy from the beginning. You had fun doing it since you met him. Now you were second-guessing the reason behind it.

It was such a cliché. Mina was right, and now you had fallen into a literary trope.

Liking Eijiro was easier. His manliness was pretty non-threatening even though he was obsessed with it, he was nice, funny…

But you had always liked challenges and it only took you an evening to realize it.

His voice startled you. ”What are you doing, dumbass?”

You let out a sigh. You hadn’t heard him follow you. ”Hiding.”

”Hiding from what?”

”Everything.”

He scoffed. “Well, it’s a shitty hideout,” he pointed out.

“I’m hiding in plain sight.”

“Don’t be childish.” You weren’t looking at him but you were sure he had rolled his eyes. He continued talking, “our… friends… will think I’m mistreating you!”

“I don’t want to see them right now. Give me a few minutes.”

“You don’t want to be around them?”

You shook your head. “That includes you.”

“Me?” He pointed at his chest with his thumbs. You nodded. “What the hell did I do?”

“Be an asshole and then help me out and then insult me and then…” you trailed off. There was no way you could tell him the truth. “God, you confuse me!”

“You got what you wanted. Shitty hair had his eyes on us the entire time.”

Your head snapped up as you squinted. Had he not seen your reaction? Seemingly, he hadn’t. Bakugou was carrying the same exasperated expression as always. “I don’t fucking care about Kiri anymore! Not like that.”

“Why? Because he snapped his fingers at you? He was jealous, you idiot.”

You glared at him. Of course he didn’t get it. “Look, Bakugou—“

“It’s Katsuki,” he mumbled. “It’s kinda weird that everybody but you calls me by my name now.”

“We’re not that close...”

He shrugged, then sat down next to you. “I assumed we were. Why else would you ask this from me?”

“I don’t know.” You avoided his eyes yet turned your body to the side.

“You said—” he groaned. Begrudgingly, he spoke, “You said I confuse you, but I’m equally confused.”

“You do confuse me, and exasperate me, and intrigue me, and...” You inhaled to then exhale heavily. “All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

You felt the weight of his gaze on you. The warmth of his hand made your breath falter as he cupped your cheek. Katsuki forced you to look at him.

His eyes focused on yours as he narrowed the empty space between your faces, slowly, waiting for your reaction.

He kissed you with a tenderness you didn’t believe him capable to muster, softly and taking his time to find the right angle.

“Like that?” he whispered, eyes barely fluttering open.

You nodded, bumping noses with him and crashing your lips against his. He grabbed you by the waist and brought you closer. You ended up straddling him as he rendered you breathless.

The searing kiss didn’t seem to have an end, but it eventually ended. He bit down your bottom lip before admitting, “I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody so badly.”

“What’s stopping you?” you asked, smiling when he lifted an eyebrow. His pupils were dilated already, and under the artificial light from the park, you were able to catch the red tint on his cheeks.

His voice deepened as he answered your question, “We’re in a public place. You might look delicious, but I’m not ruining my reputation for this. Yet.”

“Fiiiiine,” you whined, moving off his lap. “Let’s get outta here, then.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He grasped your hand, and this time he attempted to be gentle. He failed as he almost dragged you across the park, but the intention was there.

You did in fact get laid that night.

[sproutsgcrden]

when the seafoam floats | chapter one

the entrance exam

summary: Aizawa Michi isn't sure of a lot of things in her life, but she is sure that Midoriya Izuku is going to be a great hero. Following him from Aldera Middle School to Yuuei High only cements that fact, even if he does have a strange new quirk.

author's note: this is a longtime coming! i've been planning Michi's story for over a year now, and i'm so excited to finally be able to share it! keep in mind that this a retelling of canon with an oc-- some things will be different, some things will be the same. i update every monday on ao3.

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father | sent 06:48

good luck. don’t die. i’ll get you a kit-kat later

loudmouth | sent 07:03

HAVE FUN TODAY MIMI! YOU’RE GONNA ROCK THIS 😎😝👏💪🗣

nem | sent 07:06

You’re going to do amazing today, my little mimichan 💕💕

Missed Call | izukun💚 | 07:49

izukun💚 | sent 07:49

Hey! I’m here! Call me when you’re close? 😊

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Michi clicked the call back button, bringing the phone up to her ear as the familiar dial tone rang. The black skirt of her middle school uniform swayed gently in the wind as she continued her trek up the path that led to Yuuei High School. Her seafoam green hair, wavy as it was, was pulled back into her usual half-bun. Even if it was completely down, it would barely reach her shoulders. Her narrowed brown eyes began to search for the familiar green hair of her friend among the throng of middle school students in her way.

A click sound through the phone, and through the static and background noise Michi could make out a meek voice. Her lips formed a small grin, and her pace sped up. If she bumped into anyone, well, she could apologize later.

“Hello? Micchan?”

Michi excused herself past a couple who were walking extremely slow for her tastes, and tightened her bag to her shoulder with her free hand. “Hey Izukun! I’m about to pass the gates, so I’ll probably see you within a minute or two. Where are you at?” The golden gates seemed to dazzle in the sun. The young girl had been here many times with her father, but for some reason the entrance seemed especially intimidating today.

“Oh, I’m on the left side of the walkway, right by a pillar…” Michi could hear Izuku’s hesitance through the phone. “Are uh, are you nervous at all?”

“Nervous? Izukun, of course I’m nervous. This is the biggest entrance exam in the entire country. I doubt my quirk will be useful during the physical- but hey, that’s why we trained, yeah? If anyone can pull this off, it’s us!” Just then, Michi passed through the gate. She saw a glimpse of green hair behind one of the pillars, and changed her direction. “Anyways, I’m right behind you.”

A muffled and surprised screech sounded through her phone’s speaker, causing Michi to look up at the source of the noise. Izuku had turned around so quickly that he tripped, but luckily a nearby girl helped him. After hanging up her phone and putting it in her bag, Michi quickly ran towards the duo before her.

“Are you okay?” The cheerful voice of the brunette standing in front of Izuku carried through the open air. “Sorry for using my quirk on you without asking first! I know that some people may not like that, but I figured it would be better than falling!” The girl helped Izuku stand straight and released her quirk just as Michi caught up to them.

Leaning over, Michi gave Izuku a once over, just to make sure he didn’t actually hit anything before he was caught. When she didn’t see anything wrong, she nodded and turned to the brunette standing beside her. “Thanks for catching him. He can be a little clumsy- nerves aren’t really helping today.”

“Oh, it’s no problem! This whole thing is way nerve-wracking!” The two turned to Izuku, who was too busy staring off into space to be aware of anything around them. “Anyways- my name is Uraraka Ochako! Good luck in the exam!”

Michi bowed respectfully..“Aizawa Michi. And this is Midoriya Izuku. Good luck to you as well.” Uraraka nodded, and walked into the building, brown hair bouncing gracefully. Michi watched her walk inside before she turned her attention to her friend, who was muttering too quietly for her to catch on to what he was saying.

With a huff of amusement, she slapped his shoulder and began to guide him into the building. “Izukun, I know you don’t have much experience with girls, but you could at least try to introduce yourself to the one who saved you from eating the sidewalk.” Michi laughed as Izuku’s face went from shocked to embarrassed.

“Oh gosh, you’re right. I was too busy trying to figure out her quirk to even say anything! Do you think she noticed?” Their shoes scruffed against the paved stairs as they continued their walk, eventually reaching the door and going inside. “I mean, what do you think it was? I think it could be some sort of gravity manipulation based on how I floated- that’s perfect for rescue work! She would be an amazing hero, I really hope she makes it in- is that- Thirteen?!”

Thirteen was stationed at a long table at the end of the entrance hall, clearly meant to be a check-in. They pointed directions for the potential students in front of Izuku and Michi as they handed out pamphlets. Izuku began to shake, from nerves or excitement Michi couldn’t tell. She assumed a mixture of both. It wasn’t everyday you got to meet such influential heroes in person- at least for the normal civilian.

As the duo eventually made their way to the front of the line, Thirteen greeted them enthusiastically. “Welcome to Yuuei, Hero Hopefuls! Can you please give me your school I.D.s so we can get you checked in and ready to go?” Michi and Izuku, of course, already had their identification available. Thirteen quickly took them, and checked the two of them into the system. After handing a freshly printed packet to each of them, along with their I.D.s, Thirteen pointed them down the hall.

“Those packets include the booklets you will use in the written exam, along with information regarding the physical you’ll take after. Your proctor will explain everything in more detail once they’re ready to start the exam. Aizawa-san, you’ll be in room 1-E, right down the hall after taking the first left. Midoriya-san, you’ll be in room 1-G, just a few doors further down. Good luck to the both of you!”

Michi led the way to their respective rooms, clearly having some knowledge on where to go. Izuku followed her lead, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Uh, Micchan?” The girl in question absentmindedly nodded her head, gesturing for Izuku to continue his question. “Well, I was just thinking, isn’t it a bit strange that we haven’t seen Kacchan yet?”

“Why would you want him to see you today of all days?”

“I don’t! I just-” Izuku sighed, causing Michi to pause and pull him to the side of the hall. “If he does see me, I’d rather it be before everything starts? At least it wouldn’t be so embarrassing if he yelled at me in an empty hallway versus a classroom.”

Michi nodded in understanding, waiting a moment before speaking. “I don’t think he’d go too overboard today, Izuku. At least, not on campus? Yuuei is very strict in their policies, so he’d likely be barred from taking the exam if he started screaming at you for nothing.” She gave him a reassuring grin. “And if he did, I’d punch him in the face. Again.”

“Micchan! You can’t just talk about how you punched Kacchan!”

“Why not? The asshole deserved it for what he said. And you know it.”

“I mean, maybe he did. But I’m sure you’ll be barred from taking the exam for talking about how you assaulted another student so openly!”

“Yeah... But I could still make it into general studies, probably. Besides, my old man already knows I cracked open Bakugou’s nose.”

“Micchan!” Izuku’s eyes were wide, but he couldn’t mask the giggles leaving his mouth quite fast enough. Michi smiled in response- a large, open-mouthed smile that rarely came from the normally stoic girl. Once Izuku calmed down, he began to talk once more. “Oh yeah. I forgot you mentioned your dad taught here. I’m still upset you won’t tell me which hero he is.”

Michi huffed, a small ounce of suppressed laughter. “Dad doesn’t like me sharing his hero identity, Izukun. But, to give you a clue…”

Izuku leaned in closely, ready to hear whatever could possibly clue him in on the mysterious hero.

“You have a few pages dedicated to him in one of your notebooks! I think number eleven?”

Green eyes widened comically as Izuku took in the implications of his friend’s words. “You mean I already wrote about your dad and you won’t tell me which hero he is?!”

“I thought it was funny.” Michi shrugged with a small grin. “Plus, like I said, dad doesn’t like people knowing his hero identity.”

“I still- I wrote about your dad and you never said anything!”

“I would’ve corrected you on your analysis had you been wrong, but you actually broke down his abilities quite well! I wanted to take a picture and show it to him, but that would’ve been too on the nose.”

Michi slapped her shell-shocked friend on the shoulder, trying to snap him out of his stupor. “We have a test to take, remember? Let’s focus on that!”

Izuku, getting over his shock and embarrassment, shook his head clear of his thoughts and nodded towards his friend. Michi walked a little further with him to make sure that he made it to the correct room before hurrying to her own. It was time for the exam to get started.

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Michi groaned as she tightened the seafoam-colored half bun sitting on top of her head, turning her back quickly to pop it as she made her way towards the large auditorium Snipe had pointed her group in. The written test hadn’t been as difficult as she thought it could’ve been. Thanks to the endless nights she and Izuku spent studying every subject they could get their grubby little hands on, she didn’t have nearly the amount of trouble she expected to have on the math section. It really wasn’t one of her strong suits. Quirk Science and Quirks Laws, however, were a speciality of hers. Her father debated the laws with his coworkers frequently enough for her to pick up on, and Quirk Science definitely helped explain her own quirks’ functions. Sparing a quick glance down to her pamphlet, Michi took the stairs near the entrance to find her seat.

The row her seat was in wasn’t hard to find, but Michi did a double take once she found it. With narrowed eyes, she slammed her bag on the table with a bit more force than necessary. Of course they would sit her near him. She only hoped that Izuku got placed on her side instead of the empty seat on his side.

“Real mature, guard dog.” the grating voice of Bakugou Katsuki sounded from her right. She barely spared him a look of contempt before setting her gaze on the stage below. His ashen blond hair was as explosive as ever, red eyes set in the permanent glare she was used to seeing from him. The sight of his crooked nose was enough to almost make her lose her cool, letting out a short cackle.

“Yeah, as if you know anything about maturity. Want a reminder of how your nose got permanently tilted to the side?”

Bakugou snarled, turning away from Michi to face the stage once more.

It was the first day of their third year, and of course Izuku was the first one assigned to classroom cleanup. Michi offered to stay behind with him, but she ran to the restroom right after class was dismissed. She knew she should’ve waited until Bakugou and his cronies left for the day, a fact she cursed herself for months after the event.

Her shoes tapped against the linoleum floor as she hurried back to their class, knowing the sooner they got the cleaning done, the sooner they could go get some katsudon and celebrate their first day being over. She didn’t expect her vision to turn red in rage the moment she entered the room.

“If you really want to be a hero so bad- maybe you should take a swan dawn off the roof of the building and pray for a quirk in the next life!”

Fingers and the chain smoker had already turned towards the door, eyes widened in fear. Not knowing of the danger that awaited him, Bakugou turned towards the exit with a smug smirk. And that’s when he was met with a sharp crack against his nose. Blood leaked through the torn skin on the bridge, as well as one of his nostrils. He spluttered, hand moving up to catch the blood and cover his nose as his shocked eyes met Michi’s glowing red ones. Her seafoam hair, normally tied back in a half bun, floated towards the ceiling.

“If you ever say anything like that again, I won’t stop at your nose.”

The feeling of someone tapping her left shoulder brought her out of the flashback, and she turned to see Izuku smiling down at her. He set his bag down beside his chair softly, scooting his chair closer to hers as he sat down. His documents were placed on the table in a neat stack. He was about to say something to the girl beside him, when he seemed to realize that Bakugou was only two seats over. Michi knew he’d probably start freaking out, so she turned to face him completely, blocking out his view of Bakugou.

“How do you think you did on the written portion, Izukun?” The lights dimmed before going back to their original brightness, signalling that the presentation was about to begin.

The young boy fiddled with his papers, shaking his head slightly. “I think I did okay? There were a few questions on the beginnings of quirks that I had a bit of trouble with, but other than that it seemed easier than expected?”

“Yeah. Good thing we studied for the math section. I totally would’ve failed if we hadn’t gone over a majority of it.” Michi flicked her eyes towards the stage once more, seeing the silhouette of a man with very large hair walk up to the podium.

Izuku, Michi, and the rest of the participants crowded into the room focused their attention to the newcomer as the lights dimmed. His bright yellow hair, gelled up to the high heavens, was only accented by the artificial lights beaming down on him. Headphones covered his ears, and the collar of his leather jacket did little to hide the speaker connected around the man’s neck. Michi chuckled as she heard her green-haired friend let out a squeak in surprise.

“YOOOOO YUUEI HOPEFULS! HOW ARE WE FEELING TODAY?” The man certainly didn’t need the mic connected to the podium as his voice echoed clearly throughout the entire auditorium.

“That’s Present Mic! His quirk control is absolutely incredible- his rescue stats as well! I listen to his radio show every morning! I can’t believe he’s a teacher here! It’s totally crazy that all the teachers here are pros- guess that’s Yuuei for you!” Izuku was nearly bouncing in his seat, gushing over the Voice Hero with the quietest voice he could possibly muster.

“Will you stop nerding out, freak?”

Michi glared at Bakugou. “You really want me to mess up your nose again, sweaty hands?”

“Micchan! Kacchan!”

The two stopped glaring at each other and turned forwards again, paying attention to Present Mic, much to Izuku’s relief.

“WELCOME TO TODAY’S LIVE SHOW! EVERYBODY SAY HEY!”

If Michi had been paying attention to detail, she would’ve realized that no one in their position would ever reply. Tension and nerves were extremely palpable in the air; everyone was too scared to even say anything at this point in the exam. All except Michi- who was used to the loud, booming calls made by her father’s best friend. So when she replied with a decent-volume, she lifted her head, surprised to see over a thousand faces staring back at her.

Blood immediately rushed to her cheeks as she realized that she was the only one in the entire room to reply to the loudmouthed hero. She felt Izuku’s concerned gaze as she tried to block out the obnoxious sound of Bakugou trying (and failing) to hold in laughter.

“THANK YOU EXAMINEE 8978!” If Michi were any closer, she would be able to see the wink he sent her way, but from the distance she was at, she could barely see his exaggerated movements. “I’M HERE TO PRESENT THE GUIDELINES OF YOUR PRACTICAL! ARE YOU READY?!”

The large screen behind Present Mic lit up, showcasing a map of the ten different battle centers. “THIS IS HOW THE TEST IS GONNA GO, LISTENERS! YOU’LL BE EXPERIENCING TEN MINUTE LONG ‘MOCK CITYSCAPE MANEUVERS’! BRING ALONG WHATEVER YOU WANT! YOU’LL HEAD TO YOUR ASSIGNED LOCATION AFTER THIS PRESENTATION, YA DIG?”

Bakugou shuffled beside Michi, taking a quick glance at the paperwork laid out in front of each of them. “That’s so kids from the same middle school can’t help each other out, yeah?”

“Yeah. It makes sense, too. Especially considering that each consecutive I.D. number is assigned to a different location!”

“Get your eyes off of my paper, nerd!” Izuku shuddered as Bakugou whisper-screamed at him. The ashen blond grunted as he looked away. “I’ll crush all these losers. Fortunately for you, you’ll get to live another day.”

Michi felt a sinister grin form on her face as she spoke through clenched teeth. “Broken. Nose.”

They grew silent once more as Present Mic continued to speak.

“Each site is filled with three kinds of faux villains! Points are awarded for defeating each according to their respective difficulty levels!!! Use your quirks to disable these villains, and earn your points! That’s your goal, listeners!!” There was a short pause before the hero continued. “Of course, playing the antihero and attacking other examinees is prohibited!”

Michi elbowed Bakugou at the reminder, making him scowl at her.

“Excuse me! May I ask a question!”A voice sounded from below, nearly right in front of the stage. A figure was lit up by a stage light: a tall student with dark blue hair and glasses. He didn’t pause to let the hero reply before he continued on with his question. “There appear to be no fewer than four varieties of faux villains on this handout! Such a blatant error, if it is one, is highly unbecoming for Yuuei! Japan’s top academy! We’re all here today in the hopes of being molded into model heroes!”

“And you! With the curly hair!” His finger pointed towards Izuku, making the green haired boy cower behind Michi. “You’ve been muttering this whole time! It’s distracting!! If this is some sort of game to you, then please leave immediately!”

Izuku let out an embarrassed “Sorry,” in reply, making Michi glare down at the kid who singled her friend out. If it wasn’t going to create even more of a scene and cause Izuku to become even more of a nervous wreck, she’d totally give this guy a piece of her mind. Just who did he think he was?!

“Alright! Examinee 7111! Great catch, thank you!” Present Mic increased his volume, trying to lead the attention back to himself. “But the fourth villain variety gets you zero points! He’s more of an obstacle! There’s only one at each site! A gimmick of sorts that’ll rampage around in close quarters.”

“Thank you, sir! I apologize for the interruption!”

The presenting hero nodded, gesturing to the entire room with his hands. “That’s all from me, folks!” He went on to describe a quote from Napoleon, of all people. Michi knew this was the school of schools, but she also knew Mic was being forced to spew the random educational fact to them all. “PLUS ULTRA!!! Break a leg, listeners!”

With that, the main lights turned back on and the other potential students began to shuffle their way to their respective buses. The small shuttles would take them to and from campus to their testing sites. Bakugou, bag already slung across his shoulder and papers in his grasp, sped past Izuku and Michi as soon as the lights turned back on. The two shrugged as they gathered their things and made their way down and out to the buses.

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The shuttles, while as large as they could be, were still completely cramped. Michi found herself wishing that the battle centers were closer so that they could just walk to where they needed to be. She wasn’t much of a people person in the first place, even more-so when she was surrounded by random people with no room to herself. Luckily, she was able to grab a window seat near the back. The kid that sat immediately next to her didn’t seem too awful, either.

“Hey! Name’s Sero Hanta!” His deep black hair reached just above his shoulders, and his smile was so obviously genuine. Michi nodded, eyes flickering down to the round shape of his elbows before meeting his own. “This is totally crazy, right?”

“Aizawa Michi.” She sat up a bit straighter to provide more room for the both of them as she nodded. “Tell me about it. Didn’t know we were fighting robots… I’m going to have to be creative.”

Sero lifted his arms to give her a better view of his elbows. “I get ya! My quirk’s called Tape! I produce organic tape from my elbows.” He dropped his arms once she had gotten a good look. “What’s yours?”

“It’s called Erasure.” Michi held up her hands for Sero to see. “If I touch someone with all five fingers, I can erase their quirk. Or, I make them unable to use it? It’s not very effective on those with mutations, however.”

“Oh no shit?” Sero turned to face Michi fully, lifting his elbow to her still raised hand. “Try it on me! I wanna see what happens with my quirk!”

The young girl nodded, and placed her entire hand on the boy’s elbows. Michi felt her hair begin to float upwards, and she could tell by the look on Sero’s face that her normally brown eyes had begun to glow red. “You can move your elbow. I can still have my quirk activated if I let go.”

Sero tilted his arm away from her, moving it back and forth with furrowed brows. He shook his arm a few times, in an attempt to try to use his quirk. “It’s so weird. I know my quirk’s still here, it just feels like I forgot how to use it.” He knocked his knuckles against his elbow. “Yeah, I can’t get anything to come out.”

Michi nodded and deactivated her quirk; the feeling of her hair floating back down to normal tickled the back of her neck. In an instant, tape shot out of Sero’s elbows in a similar fashion to a grenade getting launched. He quickly grabbed the end before it could get far, and retracted it. She sheepishly scratched the back of her neck, turning her gaze to the floor.

“Sorry. I should’ve warned you before I let it go.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it!!” The shuttle came to a stop in front of their battle center, and the two of them stood as they waited their turn to make their way to the gate. “That’s a pretty great quirk though. It sucks that you don’t have a way to use it against the robots.”

Michi shrugged, following Sero as he began to walk through the aisle. “I have a few ideas of what I can do. Either way, if I don’t manage to bag enough villain points, I’m confident I’ll make it into general education. I can just fight my way into the hero course from there.”

The duo had made their way to the gate by the time Michi finished her short speech, and started to stretch while they waited for the countdown to begin. It wasn’t a long wait before a loud buzzer sounded through the area, and as soon as the gates opened up, Michi sprinted her way through it. She barely acknowledged Present Mic’s voice as she surpassed those in her group, heading straight for the nearest one-pointer.

The one-pointers were the smallest of the bunch, and therefore the easiest ones to test her theory on. Logically, these robots had to have a manual shut-off. Michi had no doubt that the exam proctors were controlling these things from a central room somewhere on campus, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t other ways to make sure they were running properly.

Thanking her dad for the parkour lessons, Michi narrowly dodged the robot’s fist before hopping onto it. Using its arm as a leverage point, she swung herself towards its neck. It didn’t take long for her to maneuver herself so she was able to look down at its back. Taking a moment to look around, her eyes lit up as soon as she glanced at a small switch between the neck piece and the back of the robot. Dodging another hit from the bot, she swung herself around once more. Hanging one arm around its neck from the back, Michi was able to stick her hand down far enough to toggle the switch. She heard a small click and immediately did a backflip off the bot and ran to find a new enemy to take on.

The other examinees were beginning to catch up to her, but she did her best to ignore them and keep to the plan she had. Now that she knew for sure that the robots had a toggle for power, Michi felt much more comfortable going after the two and three pointers. She would just have to make sure to dodge their attacks as well as she could. Without any quirk enhancements, taking a hit from one of the bigger bots was sure to at least crack a rib or two.

As Michi kicked off the two-pointer she just eliminated to land on the arm of a nearby three-pointer, she found herself regretful that she hadn’t practiced more with a capture weapon. Her father’s capture scarf, while useful, was extraordinarily complicated to learn how to handle. Even after practicing with a smaller version for about two years now, she still didn’t feel confident in handling it. At least, not confident enough to take it along for the most important exam she would probably ever take.

The three-pointer shut down with a flick of a button, and Michi jumped down to the ground as it collapsed in on itself. The ten-minutes they were allowed were quickly running out, and the examinees had fully taken advantage of every second. The young girl ran down the back alleyways of the mock city in hopes of finding a straggler or two, but it seemed to be in vain. She was sure that there were probably some more targets near the open streets, but quite frankly it was a bloodbath between the others and she really didn’t want any part of it.

Just as she was about to enter another alley, the ground began to rumble. Something big was approaching, and approaching fast. Looking out onto the main road, she spotted the biggest robot she had ever seen in her life. It easily doubled the largest buildings in the area, and the insane amount of weapons situated on its arms made it a terrifying sight to behold. That’s the zero-pointer?

Michi stared at the giant, watching it move closer and closer as other examinees rushed past her to get to safety. No wonder Present Mic said to avoid that thing! There’s no stopping it unless you want to break yourself! Michi set her foot back, hesitantly getting ready to make an escape, before she heard a terrified scream break out in front of her. A kid with strange looking balls on top of his head was cowered underneath a few pieces of rubble. It didn’t seem to be crushing him, but Michi knew sooner or later that the zero-pointer would.

With a sigh, Michi forced herself forward, running towards the other examinee as fast as she could. She came to a stop right beside the boy, eyes flickering between him and the zero-pointer. As she took a closer look, she noticed that similar balls to what he had as hair were wedged in between the wall and the pieces of rubble about to fall on him. She also noticed that his pant leg was caught in between the street and the piece of rubble as well.

“Hey!” The kid met her calm gaze with watery eyes and snot dripping down his nose. She tried not to grimace at the sight. “Those ball things are your quirk, right? Can you get them to unstick? I’d reach around to rip off the part of your pants that are stuck but I can’t reach and we really don’t have the time to mess around here.”

“I- I can’t!!” The kid was pretty much inconsolable. “I made sure they’d be super sticky for the exam today!”

Michi gritted her teeth, looking around for something she could use to help push the heavy rubble away, at least to the point where he was able to get his pant leg out of there. A metal pipe glinted in the alleyway she came from, and she made sure to tell the crying boy that she’d be back soon. Pushing herself up once more, Michi sprinted to the alleyway and bent down to pick up the pipe. A ripping sound came from above her, and she looked up to see Sero grinning down at her with a sweaty face.

“Need help?” Sero dropped down from the roof to stand beside Michi as she stood to face him, gripping the pipe tight between her hands.

“Actually, yeah.” She gestured for him to follow her as she turned to run back to the boy in trouble. “We need to move this rubble so he can move but his quirk got caught up in the mess. So we need to separate this main piece from those balls attached to the wall.”

Sero nodded, taking a furtive glance to the approaching zero-pointer which was only getting closer. Tape from both of his elbows shot out, attaching to the flat side of the rubble. “I’ll pull; you can stick that pipe up at the top and push it my way.”

Michi did as he said, jamming the pipe as far as she could between the wall and the debris. As soon as Sero called out, Michi began to push the pipe. The young girl relied more on her speed than her strength, so she wasn’t very used to dealing with this much weight. Sweat dripped down her face as she pushed harder, finally beginning to see the rubble move in the direction they wanted it to. After a minute or so of this, she felt the trapped boy grab onto her leg and pull himself out of the hole he had essentially dug for himself. Once he was a safe distance away, Sero and Michi both stopped their efforts.

The duo sent small smiles to one another, grateful that they were able to help. Unfortunately, that feeling didn’t last that long. Michi, about to ask the other boy if he was okay, suddenly froze as she felt a hand travel up her thigh.

“Oi, what the fuck!” She kicked the boy away from her, which wasn’t hard to do as he was still gripping onto her leg. Sero, who saw what had just occurred, came to stand by Michi’s side. Their glares combined sent the kid into another crying fit.

“I just wanted to say thank you!”

“Yeah, that came across real well when you tried to cop a feel.”

The boy, mouth open and ready to respond with some pathetic excuse, suddenly stopped as a loud sonic boom echoed around them. Almost immediately after, Present Mic’s obnoxious yelling sounded through the area.

“TIME’S UP, LISTENERS! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE FRONT GATES!”

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The shuttles had taken them back to the main campus rather quickly. Those who had minor injuries were informed to wait for Recovery Girl to come back- apparently somebody had majorly hurt themselves in one of the other battle centers. Michi suspected it had to do with whatever caused that explosion at the very end of the test.

Michi walked through the crowded group of waiting students, searching for a glimpse of familiar green hair. Her brows furrowed as she saw no sight of him, and she pulled out her phone to see if he had texted her. The lock screen lit up, showing a photo of herself and Izuku on their first day of their third year. She was barely smiling, and he was red-faced and sweating buckets. The picture always did make her grin, but when she saw that there weren’t any notifications, she pulled up her messaging app. She was in the midst of typing up something to send to Izukun when she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

“Examinee 8978!” Present Mic stood beside her, shooting her a wink through his orange-tinted glasses. “Someone’s looking for you. Lemme take you to them, ya dig?!”

Michi nodded, following the tall hero as he led the way towards the less crowded hallway. As soon as they were out of earshot from most of the other examinees, Present Mic grinned down at her.

“What?”

“Nothin’. I’m just so proud of you! Saving people already!” The hero wiped a fake tear from under his eye, cackling when Michi groaned. They made another turn, and Michi grew more concerned when she realized they were heading in the direction of Recovery Girl’s office.

The young girl adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “It would’ve been better had that loser not tried to grab my ass.”

“And Mineta Minorou will face consequences for those actions. If I have anything to say about it, he won’t step foot in the school again.” A deep, exhausted voice sounded from in front of them as Eraserhead turned the corner they were approaching. His eyebags were very pronounced today, only seeming more prominent from the shadows his long, unkempt hair cast upon his face.

As Michi and Present Mic walked closer, he stopped them to hand Michi a kit-kat bar and pat her head. “Good job, kid.” All Michi did was nod her head, trying to hide her forming grin.

Of course, the moment was ruined once Mic opened his mouth. “Why can’t you two act like a normal father and daughter for once?! Give her a hug, cry! Show some emotion!”

Both Aizawas felt their eyes twitch, turning towards Mic with matching glares.

“Okay, okay!” Mic began waving his hands and backing up. “I’ll shut up! I gotta go check on the other listeners anyways since this case may take Chiyo a while!” With that, Mic sped away back towards the lobby where a majority of students were still waiting, leaving Michi and Eraserhead alone before the nurse’s office.

Michi blinked, turning to her dad in hopes of hearing an explanation. He sighed, eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your friend. I thought he was quirkless.”

“He is, though?” Michi crinkled her nose in confusion, “He has the extra toe joint and the special shoes and everything.”

“Then how did he level an entire zero-pointer with one punch?”

“What did you say?!”

All her father did was sigh again, and open the door to Recovery Girl’s office. Immediately, Michi rushed in, ignoring the elder woman’s protests. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Izuku laying on the stretcher with a nervous smile.

“H-Hey, Micchan! How did your test go?”

She was going to kill him.

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Agricultural Werewolves, pt 1

Fandom/Tags: Hero Academia, alternate universe/werewolves, mentions of past bullying, Counseling, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, modern fantasy, unreliable narrator, Katsuki is kind of an asshole please don’t take his commentary as my opinion or truth

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Anger Management Counseling, future Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, future Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

A/N: This is just a fun au full of wholesome farming, but also boys dealing with issues and a whole lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and attempts to heal. Please enjoy

Not all farmers are werewolves, but many werewolves are farmers. For some reason this fact makes no sense to people who don’t know werewolves. For everyone else it makes perfect sense.

Werewolves have to eat a lot.

As in: the number one drain of money in werewolf houses is filling the cabinets enough to keep all members of the family healthy. Creatures who change shape with regularity, who shift their bodies and have immense strength that burns calories faster than they can blink, have to maintain an intake that allows them to function without their bodies resorting to eating itself. Even werewolves who don’t change all that often, either out of preference or a lack of opportunity, have to eat more than their human peers or suffer symptoms of starvation.  

Hence: werewolves are farmers.

It is infinitely easier to exist outside of poverty when werewolves, congregated into their own communities, make the food themselves instead of buying it all at the nearest grocer. They raise and cut the meats themselves. They grow the appropriate fruits and vegetables that balance their diets. They sell the portions according to their needs as opposed to human needs. It only makes sense that they do things this way.

They control the food market. They have space to run to their hearts content without worrying about bothering human neighbors. They make the rules for their communities with the standards they need, instead of standards written by people who don’t understand how they function. Government approved wolf reserves more often become farmland than anything else.

Werewolves are farmers, and statistically they’re more likely to be happy that way.  

This statistic does not account for Bakugou Katsuki.

At the moment, he is the furthest thing from happy.

“This place smells like shit.”

Normally he’d be cuffed upside the head for that. Instead his mom just looks at him, with that fucking pity in her eyes that hasn’t left in days, and frowns. Katsuki pointedly doesn’t look back and continues staring out the window at the trees and dust being kicked up by the tires.

“That’s the chicken houses. It is pretty rancid,” she says. Acting like she’s not on her way to get rid of her mess and wash her hands of it. “Ah, there’s the gates. Kind of nostalgic.”

The gate marking the Kiyashi Wolf Reserve is flanked by stone wolves howling at the sky in unison. Their car passes them by with no fanfare and Katsuki growls at the town beyond.

It’s as unimpressive as he thought it’d be. A town in the middle of Fuckoff Nowhere, with nothing to its name and a bunch of people who will die there the same nobodies they were born as. All it has to show are a bunch of old ass buildings for tourists and a stupid shrine.  Their car slows down once they pass the gates and Katsuki gets a good, long look at the shitty little storefronts lining the main street. His mom makes some weird noise when she sees them and starts yammering again.

“Oh, I’ve missed this.” She eases up on the gas as the traffic increases, slowing down to turn her head and look at a restaurant that’s filling the car with some kind of greasy meat smell. “That place over there makes the best dango. And there’s this cartilage karaage that’s so delicious—they pile the plate high, too. I forgot how much I missed getting the big portions. City eating just doesn’t give you enough.”

Katsuki huffs, glaring at a group of bumpkin kids who stare at their car as they walk past. “S’at why you left? Got cankles?”

Once again, no cuffing comes. Not even a growl. His mom just frowns with that fucking look again and doesn’t do anything.

“Better business in the bigger towns. Oh my, that store is still there? God, I used to go there every week to blow my paychecks. It looks even nicer than when I left it.”

They pass the shitty little boutique and she smiles at it, taking a left when the main road ends and humming at all the ancient scenery. There’s more old as shit buildings, more little shops and restaurants—more kids staring at their nice car and whispering to each other, which is just fucking great. There’s signs for the local shrine next to fox statues lining the side of the road and Katsuki makes a face at each one as they pass. This whole town looks like it hasn’t had a pulse in decades.

“Do you remember the Midoriyas, hon?” his mom asks as she takes another turn. “They left when you were small, around first grade.”

He thinks back and the memories come to the surface easily. Kindergarten had been spent running around followed by lackeys, catching bugs, making a mess of the local playground, and...huh, right. A face pops back into his mind. Freckles and curls, big green eyes, crying all the goddamn time because he had no spine and didn’t get that he wasn’t wanted around.

“Deku?” the name pops up before he can think too hard about it. Deku. The little snot who yelled too much and probably still wet the bed when he moved away. Useless little Deku.

“That’s not his name,” the hag nags him, jogging him out of the trip through memory lane.

Katsuki scoffs. “It’s what he was.”

“Katsuki,” she starts, finally seeming a little more like herself before she sighs and buries it deep. “Izuku and his mother moved here when they left. Inko’s offered to take you in while you’re here.”

So he’s gonna be under the care of the family with the worlds biggest crybaby? “Great.”

“It is great. You know her, a little. You and Izuku could catch up. Plus, Inko has a little business now. This old ryokan got turned into the local youth hostel, and it’s all under her name now since the old owner retired. It sounds very relaxing. Isn’t that nice?” His mom smiles, like this is actually good news, and it’s disgusting.

“I’m gonna die of boredom,” Katsuki mutters. He looks back out the window and there’s old people with baskets of vegetables just walking next to the road like they want to be hit by a car. Christ this place sucks.

“Don’t say that. This town has a ton of stuff to keep you occupied. You can run around to your hearts content and nothing’ll stop you.”

He lets his head rest against the glass and hopes the vibrations from the shitty road will concuss him. “Wheeee.”

“You’ll like it,” His mom promises. She’d also promised he’d be a winner, and here she is ripping him away from his top school of choice. So he thinks she can take that promise and fucking shove it.

The road gets tinier and the car slows down, with his mom squinting at each building as they pass and muttering under her breath. There are more old people with vegetables and stupid hick kids running around. The car slows to a stop at a break in whatever pathetic excuse for a sidewalk this town has lining its roads, shutting off as the hag smiles at the old ass building next to them.

“There it is,” she breathes.

It looks as shitty as he thought it would. Old, traditional, with weathered wood one good termite away from crumbling and an ancient sign trying to pass for new with a fresh coat of paint slapped on. Small for a ryokan, too, which is probably why it got sold off. There are planters surrounding the front entrance filled with flowers, where a pudgy little figure is hunched over and pulling weeds.

The hag doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle and climb out, shouting over the top of the car. “Inko!”

The pudgy woman turns around and drops the clippers in her hand. Katsuki doesn’t move to get out. He remembers her face. He remembers her taller, presenting snacks and endless bandages for her crybaby son. He remembers seeing her less and less before she was gone altogether. The short, heavy woman he’s looking at how doesn’t resemble her at all. She’s in dirty jeans and flannel, with a handkerchief tied around her head to keep her hair back and rubber boots caked in mud tracking mess all over the walkway.

Damn, Auntie let herself go.

“Mitsuki?” Inko asks, before throwing herself forward to give his mom a running hug. “Oh my—I thought you weren’t due until later!”

“Traffic was a lot lighter than I thought it’d be.” His mom laughs, as if it’s just a stupid social visit and not her dumping her goddamn kid to cover up a mess. “Look at you! You’re radiant! Kiyashi must be treating you well.”

Katsuki resists the urge to double take. His mother is a shit liar.

Inko just smiles. “It’s all the hiking. I had no idea how much fresh air makes you feel better.”

“Oh, I know. I felt like I couldn’t breathe after I left, city air is disgusting.” His mom makes a face. “How are you and the kids doing?”

“Wonderful. Izuku’s out working right now.”

“No foolin? Feels like yesterday he was learning to walk.”

“They grow up so fast.” Inko finally looks over and spots Katsuki slouched in his seat. “Is that Katsuki?”

He growls. She doesn’t even look phased.

“Yep,” his mother nods, then for the first time since this trip started she raises her voice. “Oi! Get out of the car and be sociable!”

He bares his teeth—fuck her, fuck this trip, fuck this stupid hick town—but opens the door. He makes sure to slam it shut. Just because he can. And he wants everyone to know he thinks this whole thing is a pile of shit. Especially the hag, who just glares at him but refuses to yell, even though he knows she wants to.

She always wants to. She always does. This stupid fucking pity game is going to drive him insane, why the hell does she think shutting up is gonna work?

“You’ve gotten so big,” Inko fawns, looking up at him with a big smile. “I bet you barely remember me, huh?”

“He does,” his mother deadpans. There’s a silent threat while Inko isn’t looking to at least greet her, but he responds to that with a sneer that just makes her shake her head. Instead of yelling, once again, she turns her focus to Inko. “Thank you again for this.”

“Oh, it’s no issue at all. The hostel doesn’t just exist for tourism,” Inko deflects. Katsuki looks at the hostel with another critical eye and snorts. Of course it isn’t for tourism. The whole place looks like shit. Tourists who pay for this must be idiots. “Katsuki, dear, I have a room set up for you. It has your name on it so you can go ahead and start loading your things in if you want.”

Finally, an excuse to get out of this. He yanks the car door open and grabs for his first few bags, eager to get away from sight for a few minutes. The women just keep blabbering on about nothing like he’s not even there.

“How’s the boarder?” his mom asks as Katsuki hauls his duffel bag out.

“Oh, he’s doing well. He’s at the shrine now.”

“That’s two working boys, then—“

It’s nothing to load two bags over his shoulders and get away. Leave the biddies to their gossip, he thinks. It’s the only thing they’re good for.

The inside of the hostel is...less shitty. Huh. Maybe that’s how it stayed in business. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and puts on the slippers set out with a scowl, surveying what’s visible past the entryway. The floors are polished wood, the insides done up so that everything looks bright and new. There’s a lounge right next to the entrance that’s been done up to be more teen friendly—a gaming console and a TV, a little fridge with a clear door filled with drinks, and a few bean bag chairs—he bypasses it with a huff and makes his way toward the rooms.

There’s a courtyard. The doors are open, letting him get a good look at the tree and flowers planted to look all pretty. He doesn’t see any people, though.

He passes rooms with no name on them. Empty, empty, empty—how the hell does Auntie keep this place in business? At first it’s nothing. Then it starts getting annoying.

Empty, empty, empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Motherfucker.

He circles the place twice and can’t find anything. No sign. No name. Just empty rooms in a shitty hostel in a shitty hick town and his own shitty breathing because why the hell has he had to carry the bags for this long?

The next time he finds his way back to the lounge he yells in frustration, kicking a chair. He’s about to ditch the bags and run through the place when he turns just a little too quickly and his duffel bag hits someone in the shoulder.

Katsuki bares his teeth before he can think about it. “Oi! Watch it!”

The stranger stumbles back. It’s some hick kid, in a dirty t-shirt and ratty baseball hat. His arms—thicker than expected for someone shorter than Katsuki is, with a fucked up hand that looks like it’s made of scar tissue—are carrying a wooden box filled to the brim with vegetables and paper wrapped packages that smell like blood and raw meat.

“Sorry about that—“ the stranger steadies himself, hefting the box up and stepping back. He’s too busy making sure nothing from the box is falling to even look at the guy he’s apologizing too, the asshole. “Are you lost?”

“No!” Katsuki barks.

“Well, it’s alright if you are, I just—“ the stranger meets Katsuki’s eyes and his own widen. “...wait.”

Katsuki bristles. Then something starts to churn, in his head. The stranger has big green eyes.

Big green eyes, and freckles. Familiar patterns speckled all over his face. Wild curls are attempting to escape out from under the hat, pasted to his forehead from sweat. If the hat wasn’t on it would be the same wild mass of uncontrollable coils that he remembers.

The last time he saw that face was years ago, out the back of a car as it drove away.

“Kacchan?” Deku asks, bigger and thicker and smelling like wolf in a way he definitely didn’t in first grade.

What the fuck?

[bnhaven]

ShiKatsu AU

*Because I am god awful at naming things!!!

-So basically, this is an AU where, for whatever reason, Katsuki Bakugou does not pass the Yuuei Entrance Exam.

-There are a few potential reasons for this, and I’m not quite sure which I like the most, but the causes I’ve come up with are as such:

There was an open answer question about Quirklessness and/or weak Quirks that Katsuki showed his true opinion on. This answer either: a. Caused the Yuuei staff to realize ‘this kid isn’t thinking very heroically/clearly isn’t the ‘perfect student’ his file makes him out to be’ and rejecting him at the first realization that he’s a bully or b. Lost him just enough points for Katsuki to fail the written portion.

The other powerhouses we know and love are there. (Perhaps including Inasa, who might have come to the normal exam to give Yuuei a second chance at wowing him? If Katsuki is there, his temper might be the reason Inasa decides to go to Shiketsu in the end despite passing twice.) Either way, these super strong opponents snatch so many robots, Katsuki can’t get his hands on enough of them. (He either misses the cut-off by a few points, or is stuck with all of the speed demons and never gets more than, like, ten. Either way, it pisses him off.)

A very unlikely option, but...Shinsou feels spiteful as he realizes just how biased the Entrance Exam is, sees Katsuki and his strong Quirk, and just...brainwashes Katsuki right as the Exam starts, leaving the boy standing there, out of the way and just...not gaining points.

Someone accidentally knocks him out with their attacks at the very beginning. Might be Kaminari, we don’t know. 

-Whatever it is, Katsuki doesn’t get into Yuuei. And there’s no way someone as great as him will be stuck in the lowly Gen. Ed., so he applies to other schools….albeit really angrily.

-Here, we have two options. Either we put Katsuki in Ketsubutsu, or he goes to Shiketsu High. Guess which one I went with in the end?

-Surprise, surprise, it’s Shiketsu!!

-Shiketsu has some really strong students, like Inasa (who, in the end, decided he wasn’t up for dealing with Yuuei, and wants to prove that there can be strong heroes from other high schools) (and really, really hates the Todoroki family)

-but! Shiketsu also has hero students with not-so-powerful Quirks. Like Camie, whose illusions can’t deal damage, or Seiji and his Meatball Quirk!

-And this is important, because as time goes on, Katsuki starts to realize that strong Quirks aren’t necessarily everything. It’s not always about the Quirk that you have, but what you can do with it.

-Because holy shit, a girl with illusions is also a girl who can kick his ass, and Katsuki doesn’t think his ass is one easily kicked.

-So Katsuki, over the course of his first semester, slowly learns that hey, he’s a bit of a grade-a asshole, and wow he was shit to Deku. And the best part is??? He learns this lesson without having to get into twenty million fights with Izuku. 

-We also get to see Katsuki and Camie interacting more, and more Inasa and Katsuki time. I think it’s a win any way we put it. 

-Bonus: Katsuki tries making Inasa his rival. Camie overthrows this plan and becomes his rival instead, and manages to teach Katsuki about respect and not being an asshole, and a lot of outdated lingo. 

-Meanwhile, Izuku gets to Yuuei. 

-Everyone is so confused at Aldera. Katsuki because he failed, so how did Deku pass? His teachers because Deku is Quirkless. Izuku because ‘how did I get in and not Kacchan?’

-Everyone is so fucking lost. 

-But fuck that, let’s hop straight into the good stuff.

-Without Katsuki around??? Izuku flourishes, man. 

-Like fuck Dekusquad and Bakusquad, we only have Dekusquad and it’s the entire goddamn class, thank you very much.

-Izuku gets all of the love and support he needs, and then some. While he doesn’t make quite as much of a statement during his Heroes v. Villain fight, he’s still impressive and kind and everyone just ends up flocking to him.

-Izuku actually ends up admitting that he’s a ‘late bloomer’ to the class very early, like after USJ but before the Sports Festival early, because he has people like Kirishima supporting him and giving him the confidence he needs to admit it to both his class and his homeroom teacher.

-Is this an excuse to get some good old dadzawa in here? Oh of course, but also Izuku deserves to not break his hand irreparably so...here we go!

-The Sports Festival goes a bit differently, of course, but I’m not going to get into that now because I don’t have it plotted out perfectly, plus I’d need to decide how much change Izuku can make in two weeks. 

-Full Cowl would be developed by then, simply because Aizawa would take one look at Izuku during an extra, one-on-one lesson, and go, “What happens if you spread your power throughout your entire body?”

-Izuku just goes: Huh, don’t know….let’s find out! 

-And just like that, Full Cowling has arrived.

-So, Sports Festival. Neat. Stuff happens, months pass. 

-Izuku gets to be more confident and happy. 

-The boys don’t meet again until the Provisional License Exam. 

-By now, Katsuki has realized he isn’t God’s goddamn blessing to the world, and Izuku has blossomed into a strong, confident boy with friends (and a lot of new father figures, because I think a more confident Izuku would snatch his teachers as dads without much hesitation)

-Katsuki never watched the Sports Festival, because he was still pissed off when that happened and he just...never wanted to see how it went.

-So when the exams start, and Katsuki sees Izuku? Well, it goes a little like this:

Katsuki: Is that Deku? Fuck, I gotta apologize to the Quirkless nerd. (Or Camie might just beat the shit out of him, again.)

Izuku: nearly gets Katsuki to fail during the first stage, green lightning and all.

Katsuki:

Katsuki: F u c k.

-Katsuki still fails the Provisional License Exam, because wow he’s a little less abrasive but he still doesn’t know how to be gentle with kids and hurt people, telling them to get up and walk it off. Afterwards, he’s just reeling because Deku has a Quirk???

-They don’t talk. But they see each other, and they see the differences. And that does things to both of them. 

Izuku feels more confident, proud that he could pass where Kacchan failed. 

Katsuki, meanwhile, is wondering why Deku hid his power.

-He ends up hearing the late bloomer story somewhere, I don’t know how yet, and just...accepts it. 

He does a little research, makes sure late bloomers are actually a thing, and after finally watching the Sports Festival, shrugs and moves on a bit. 

-He basically goes ‘okay, I can see why he never got it before. I mean, if it’s so strong he’s breaking his bones, what the fuck would have happened if he got his Quirk earlier?’

-He feels a bit guiltier, realizing that the thing he judged Deku for wasn’t actually a valid excuse at all...even though bullying Deku for his Quirklessness also wasn’t a valid reason. 

-And yeah. It’s a nice little story where two boys get to grow into themselves without constantly interacting with one another. It’s got crack, fluff, and character growth all in one! I hope you like it, and if you have questions, leave a comment or a message in my inbox. (More will be on its way soon.)

[petri808]

A Floppy Green Mess

Bakudeku Valentine’s story based on this adorably funny art piece by @corzev with permission.  https://corzev.tumblr.com/post/190847911389/dont-repostedit-uhhh-happy-valentines-day-lol

Seated in his desk chair, Bakugou braces his arms along the backing and rests his chin on top.  His eyes narrow and brows twitch as he stares at his bed… or rather what sat upon it.  Tomorrow…  tomorrow might be the death of him, and this reminder was all of his own making.  

He knew that Deku will love this stupid gift since the boy was a complete sap at heart, but coming from him, well, he had to really dig deep to pull it off.  Just sneaking it into his dorm room without being caught had been an undertaking.  He didn’t even want to think about carrying into the common room downstairs or dealing with all the gawking that was sure to come with it.  

Only one other person knew about his plans for Valentine’s day, and even that had been due to an unplanned and pure accident the blonde would have preferred never happened.  Damn that shitty hair for having a similar gift idea for Mina.  Traditionally honmei chocolates were given, but Bakugou could careless about traditions.  Kirishima’s excuse on the other hand, was that Mina hinted at wanting something other than chocolates too.  At least the red head came in useful for sneaking the gifts in, since he didn’t want to get caught either.

But why had he chosen this particular gift?!  He groans and swipes a hand down his face, sitting up in the process.  There were a lot of options at the store, and he’d spent the better half of two hours combing through it for the perfect idea.  

The most cliché gift for Deku would have been an All Might themed item, but that green-haired nerd had too damn many All Might stuff already.  Jewelry was out of his price range, plus he just couldn’t see Deku caring about such material things.  A cool new journal might make him happy, but that was boring.  Finally, when he’d been almost ready to give up and walk out, there it had been at the back of the store.  Propped on a display stand because of its size, it was perfect.  

One big ass stuffed green rabbit plush that was almost bigger than he was.  In fact, he could barely get his arms around it.  He swore the thing even looked like Midoriya, with its bright green eyes and freckles representing whiskers.  The right ear was flopped over, adding to its huggable adorability factor, but on the front of its chest were the words “My Hero.”  Bakugou wasn’t super thrilled with that message, but he couldn’t begrudge the fact the rest of the doll was perfect for his idiot little Valentine.  Deku was bound to adore it, squeeze it, probably snuggle with the damn thing, and it would be like Katsuki living through the doll even if the nerd doesn’t reciprocate his feelings.

‘He better fucking like me back!’  The blonde growls under his breath.  He wouldn’t be taking this embarrassing chance if he thought there wasn’t one.  Eavesdropping on the A-1 girl’s conversations had him pretty convinced that the guy had a secret crush on him.  According to them, Midoriya’s nursed it for years, and it was the whole reason he’s put up with the hot-headed blonde’s abusive attitude.  Bakugou didn’t want to admit that he was quite a bully to the boy their whole life, but he was an asshole to everyone.  Okay… so maybe he was worse to Deku, but the guy could be annoying too.  

‘Then why’d you fall for him?’  

‘Shut up!’  he growls at his conscious.  He had no idea why!  Somehow the damn nerd grew on him!  Yeah, the nerd was still the same annoying ray of sunshine he’s always been but watching the nerd develop after receiving One For All and go from a mouse to a powerhouse on par with him, well, it just happened.  He didn’t even notice the feelings developing, or how he’d started paying more attention to the guy, worried about, and even started acting nicer to him….  

Until one day after an exhaustive training session, they were in the communal showers, and seeing a half-naked Midoriya spiked his heartrate along with something else below the waist.  Thank All Might no one noticed the smoke coming off of his hands due to the level of steam in the room.  He’d quickly dashed back into a shower stall and took a very long cold shower to cope.  But the answer was as clear as a blow to the head.  He was in love with Midoriya Izuku.

Speaking of a shower, the waning light outside of his window signaled dinner would be soon.  He climbs off his chair and gives the stuffed doll one last look before grabbing his things.  A shower might calm his nerves and maybe provide a bit of respite to cool the other physical desires swirling in his brain.  

Bakugou reaches over and silences the alarm clock on his phone.  Unable to get a restful sleep, he’d already been up when the beep signaled the arrival of 8 am Saturday morning.  There wasn’t a rush to get out of bed, knowing that Deku was probably still out cold.  That boy has never been a morning person and on school days it often took a load of coffee to get him past the walking dead stage.  He on the other hand could rise before the sun breached the horizon and get a workout run in before heading to class.      

Another alert from his phone, but this time a message from Kirishima.  ‘I can hear Deku in his room, boy’s early today.’

The blonde sits up.  ‘Don’t panic,’ he tells himself, ‘just because he’s up early doesn’t mean anything.’  He swings his legs over the side of the bed, giving his arms and back a good stretch to warm up the muscles.  

Another alert.  ‘He left his room got his jacket and scarf on.’

“Fuck!”  Where the hell is Deku going this early?!  Bakugou hurries to throw on a pair of pants, a warm turtleneck, and his shoes almost tripping over the pants legs as he puts them on.  He then grabs the rabbit plush and races out of his room, not even stopping to close the door behind him.  This thing was so cumbersome to carry!  Hoisting it over his shoulder, he descends the staircase, figuring it would be faster.  He takes them two by two, practically throwing himself down the flights and slamming his shoulder against the open bar once he makes it to the bottom.

Crap! Crap! Crap!  The second he bursts through the stairwell entrance, Bakugou see’s Deku almost at the front door.  “Oi!  Nerd!”  He screams as he breaks into a sprint.

Deku hears someone calling his name and stops, turning towards the source.  “Oh, hey Kacchan!”  He waves with a beaming smile.

How is Deku so awake already?!  To Bakguou this was quite out of character for the guy to be lively in the morning.  He stops a couple of feet from the green-haired man.  “Where the fuck you headin’ so early?”  

“Um, well, you know my mom is all alone,” Deku flushes a little embarrassed, “so I was gonna meet her for brunch as a Valentine’s treat.”

‘That’s it?!’  Bakugou lets out an exhale of relief because deep down he’d feared his crush was about to go meet a potential rival.  Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  “Oh.  Tch, sounds like the sappy kind of shit you’d think to do.”    

“Um, Kacchan, what do you have there?”  Midoriya points to the doll.  “Is that a gift from someone?”  His eyes crinkle, “do you have an admirer?!”

“What?!”  Oh, wait the doll!  How the fuck could he forget about the big ass plush rabbit in his arms.  “Hell, no this isn’t from anyone!  Who the fuck would give me a stuffed animal?!”

Midoriya giggles, he didn’t think so least they were ready to be incinerated.  “Then why do you have it?”

Immediately, the hot-heads blood pressure goes through the roof.  His cheeks heat up and burst into a dark reddish hue.  He averts his eyes, nervous and embarrassed.  “It’s for you Deku.”  Bakugou holds the doll out.  “You know for the holiday and crap.”

“What?!”  This surely wasn’t really happening.  Deku pinches his arm, for he had to still be dreaming. Waking up early was playing tricks on his mind.  “No way, y-you got me a-a gift?  Does that mean?”

This bitch was going to make him say it!  The blonde growls, “damn are you gonna accept it?” He tries again to thrust the doll towards his crush.  “Be my fucking Valentine Deku?”

There was no warning, no rimming of moisture, or light clouding in his eyes.  The moment Bakugou said the last three words, tears explode from Midoriya like the uncorking of a champagne bottle.  Even the hot head was taken aback by the sheer volume of liquid pouring out.  How was it even possible?!  And if that wasn’t crazy enough….  In the middle of the fountain action, the man goes limp and drops like a dead weight to the floor.  

“Stupid fucking nerd!”  Bakugou drops the stuffed rabbit, quickly slides onto his knees and pulls the collapsed man into his lap.  “Oi!  Dumb ass wake up!” he shakes his crush, but the guy was unresponsive.  Shit!  Did he hit his head or something?  “Deku this isn’t funny!” He slaps the unconscious man.  He could see the headline’s now: Pro hero dies from bunny shock.  “Wake up!”

Leave it to Deku to give him a heart attack on Valentine’s Day.  He can feel the eyes of observers on his back boring in, judging.  Of course, with his personality, it would be easy to blame him for hurting someone.  But there’s no way he’d ever hurt Deku!  Not willingly.  Who could have predicted this damn nerd would go into shock and collapse?!  Tears cloud his ruby red eyes and he cradles the man’s face against his cheek.  “This is bullshit!”  But his growls are a facade as the panic takes over.  “Deku wake the fuck up!”

Stupid rabbit doll!  Had the cute and cuddly plush toy been too much?  He’d figured Deku would love it.  Surely it wasn’t the fact he’s the one who asked the nerd to be his Valentine?  Was it really that shocking?  Okay fine, so it would seem out of character for him, especially with their history, but they’d gotten past all that and were on good terms now.  Even the crying was something he somewhat expected.  Maybe not the volume, but let’s face it, the man was a crier.      

After what felt like a million years yet in the flash of minutes, Bakugou feels his friend stirring in his arms.  He gives another shake.  “Get up nerd!”

Midoriya’s eyes open, blinking from the harsh glare that meets it.  “Ka…cchan?”  He looks around, “why am I on the floor?”  But then he notices the moisture in his friend’s eyes.  He sits up quickly.  “Oh no, what’s wrong?!  Y-You’re crying!”

“What?!  No!” Bakugou shoves the man off his lap and wipes away the tears he won’t admit had gathered.  “I don’t cry!”

“But…”

“I wasn’t crying!  You just had me worried cause you fucking collapsed!”

That’s when the whole Valentine’s confession sweeps back into Midoriya’s mind like a blaring reminder alert.  “R-Right… Kacchan wants to be my Valentine,” he mumbles under his breath as if his brain is still processing the events before it short circuited.  The stuffed plush rabbit lay off to the side, so he pulls it over and hugs it close.  “I’m sorry I worried you,” he peers up at the red-faced man in front of him, smiling, sniffling, and tucking his chin into the dolls soft head.  “Of course, I’ll be your Valentine Kacchan.”

Bakugou looks away, embarrassed.  “I’m not forcing you to be you know.”

“Huh?”  Midoriya sits up straighter.  “I know you’re not!”  He scoots closer on his knees, placing the doll beside them.  He reaches out and takes hold of the blonde’s hand, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance.  “I was a little surprised, is all to get a gift from you.”

“Tch, well don’t read too much into it.”

“Oh…”

The blonde watches his crush deflate right before his eyes.  Shoulders slumped, and body hunched a little as if the man before him wanted to curl into a ball.  He can see the tears building again in Midoriya’s eyes.  

“…okay.  Thank you very much for the gift Kacchan, but I should be on my way.”  If his body hadn’t communicated how he felt from Bakugou’s words, his tone sure did.

A stinging arrow pierces the blonde’s heart.  He’d gone too far with the remark and the sensitive man was taking it hard.  ‘Idiot!’  he growls at himself.  Sometimes his mouth really needed a filter.  As his crush stood ready to leave, Bakugou grabs his wrist, still from a seated position.  He couldn’t bring himself to look up at the man and keeps his eyes glued to the floor.

“Kacchan?”

He squeezes Midoriya’s wrist, “I didn’t….” a sigh escaping his lips, “...didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”  His brows furrow, annoyed and upset with himself for ruining the moment.  “I’m still coming to terms with the idea…. that I really like you.”  He can feel his entire body heating up from the proclamation being said out loud for anyone within range to hear it.  There was a mixture of fear, anxiety, melded with excitement and a feeling of liberation all seeping through his frame.  “Like… in a romantic way.”

“Kaachan, get up.”  Though Midoriya’s words were a demand, his timbre was gentle and lulls Bakugou into at least looking up at the man.  “Come on,” he reverses the grip on his wrist, taking hold of the man’s arm, and tugging gently, “get up.”

Once the blonde has allowed himself to be pulled up, Midoriya refuses to let go, instead switching to the man’s hand.  He intertwines their fingers with a smile.  “I like you too.  Would you like to come with me to see my mom?  I know she won’t mind.  We can say hi to your parents too while we’re in the area.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to be a third wheel…”

“No way!  I’d rather you come along,” the nerdy man flushes red, “it can be kind of like our first date.”

Date!  Is what he wanted to scream.  “Okay fine, I’ll tag along but I’m not calling it a date cause dates are for saps.”  

That just makes Midoriya laugh, of course this man would think dates are sappy.

“But, what about the rabbit,” Bakugou motions to the doll, “you’re not taking that with us, right?  It’ll be a pain in the ass on the train…  trust me.”

Again, the man laughs, “I’ll put it in my dorm room.  Wait for me here in the foyer?”  

“I’ll come with you, gotta grab my jacket and wallet since I hadn’t dressed to go out.”

“Oh, right,” more laughter.

As they stop to part ways in front of Midoriya’s dorm room, and before letting go of the man’s hand, Bakugou leans forward hesitantly, then places a quick kiss on his crushes his lips.  “It’ll just be a couple minutes to grab my stuff.”  The green-haired man turns bright red and sputters out a few incoherent words.  The blond laughs, at least he didn’t faint this time.      

[quicksilverslover]

Fictober 2019

Day One

-- Not-So-Much-Of-An-Amusement Park --

Prompt: "It will be fun, trust me."

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Todoroki Shōto x Bakugou Katsuki

Word Count: 1,111

A/N: Hello, fellas! I decided to try and write for Fictober this year, let's see if I can keep it up! I will also try Inktober, but those I won't be posting because I'm shy :^)

Enjoy!

Warning: Language, because Bakugou

Read it on Ao3

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Bakugou felt like a fucking idiot. He didn't want to come and he definitely was not having fun. 

It wasn't that he hated the amusement park. He hated it when going with his stupid, loud class (even though Bakugou himself wasn't a synonym of silence). And worst of all: fucking Deku was there. No comment. 

How did he agree to this again?

Oh, right.

Everyone was chatting about going all together to the amusement park this Saturday. Bakugou was as clear as the bluest sky when he said he wouldn't go. Everyone tried to convince him, but he was irreducible about it. He was not about to lose his Saturday with a bunch of extras. 

Kirishima and Kaminari, however, had the worst fucking weapon to use against him. Todoroki Shōto. The dual-haired asshole whom he had it bad for. 

Bakugou never intended for those to peanut-brained idiots to find out about his tiny, small, almost nonexistent crush on Todoroki. It was shameful, really.

They sneaked into his room while he was asleep, apparently because Kaminari had forgotten his notebook, and in case of a Berserker Bakugou, Kirishima had the right quirk to protect his friend.

And apparently, Bakugou was in the middle of a wet dream, mumbling "Shōto".

He did kill those two for breaking into his room, but sadly, they lived. They lived and teased him for it. Bakugou hated them to no end.

Thankfully, they did not spread the word - Katsuki would have to painfully kill everybody in this goddamn class then himself if his (tiny, small, almost nonexistent!) crush on Half n' Half reached his ears. And knowing 1-A, it probably would.

Bakugou's death threats ("forget about this or die!") did not prevent Kirishima and Kaminari from using Todoroki to their advantage when Bakugou was concerned.

Like they were doing now.

He took a glance to the other side of the common room, only to see Icyhot coming at him, and Shitty Hair plus Pikachu giggling behind the object of his teensy interest. He knew what they did. Motherfu-

"Bakugou, will you come with us at the amusement park?" Todoroki started, his tone was flat, but held a gentleness that nearly melted Bakugou's explosive heart. This was bullshit, Todoroki was talking to him like he did to everyone else. He replied just as gently.

"Fuck the fuck off, Half n' Half, I'm not going to waist time on that shitty hellhole!" The problem was not the amusement park. Bakugou was just not a people person. Yet Todoroki didn't seem ready to give up.

"Please." He gave the blond a small and absolutely damn endearing smile. "It will be fun, trust me." 

He wouldn't fall for that.

He wouldn't.

So yeah, he did fall for that. And it was not being fun. And Todoroki wasn't even looking at him. The fucker who had invited and convinced him to go was currently chatting with the shittiest nerd who ever walked on planet Earth (Deku) and Glasses, a few meters ahead of Shitty Hair, Pikachu and Bakugou himself. Icyhot seemed to be speaking too much for someone as quiet as him, what the fuck.

Fuck him. 

Kirishima’s voice startled Bakugou. “Dude, why haven’t you talked about this to Todoroki already?” He asked quite boldly, earning a stare. Bakugou did not dignify that with an answer, and Shitty Hair (wrongly) took that as for him to go on. “Well, you could have a chance today, who knows what might happen.” His sharp, happy and too bring grin was an indication that he knew something. 

“...”

“Yeah, bro, you should consider it, who knows!” Kaminari completed, unintelligently. 

“... You two should consider go die!”

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It was only when the meeting was towards its end that Katsuki understood what Kirishima was saying - what this whole set up was about.

He was forcingly shoved into a cabin of the giant wheel (not without screaming several inappropriate words first, and startling civilians) side by side with Todoroki. Katsuki was so fucking reluctant to go. Bakugou only knew one thing right now:

Yes, the entire class knew about Bakugou’s stratospheric crush, and they had told Todoroki. Were they trying to tease him? So Todoroki would reject him right away? He was going to murder the fuck out of them.

Thing is, he didn’t know what he was going to do if that was the case. Rationally, he did know his classmates (Todoroki included) wouldn’t be cruel and play with his feelings like that. There was also the hypothesis of an attempt to help coming from them, and Todoroki not knowing how to turn Bakugou down without exposing him to his classmates but accepting the ride at the giant wheel. I mean, Candy Cane did look uncomfortable as hell. That could be also because he was a very private person and this fucking class new no boundaries when it came to personal matters.

Bakugou never dealt well with losses. He was likely getting out of this wheel willing to murder the first fucker he saw.

They were in the middle of the trajectory of the circunference, and Todoroki was now looking at him directly, yet shyly. “Bakugou.” He started. Katsuki frowned slightly. Here it comes. Whatever if Todoroki didn’t want him.

“The hell do you want?!” Shit. That was a lot less agressive than he intended.

“I have been... Having some emotions. Towards you.” Blunt and straightfoward, leaving no space for doubt. Fucking asshole. Wait.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

What was he supposed to respond to that?! How did that happen? When did Todoroki develop feelings for him?!

“Fuck I-” Now was definitely not the right moment to stutter! “What the fuck, Half n’ Half?!”

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. Bakugou thought he felt a tingle of desperation emanating from Icyhot’s body. “I.. I was told you had some feelings for me, as well. Am I making a mistake?”

Bakugou looked at Todoroki as if he had just said he commited a crime. God, how could Katsuki have wet dreams with this fucking idiot? This hot, strong, oblivious, gentle, powerful and beautiful idiot?

Grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt, Katsuki admitted low, as if confiding his feelings. “Fuck, Half n’ Half...” He added the bad word for usualness. “Tsc, you’re not mistaken.”

Todoroki was so bloody inexperienced at kissing. Yet, how was it so perfect? Maybe because, despite his lack of skill, Icyhot pressed his lips back to Bakugou’s, which only reassured his confession before.

He did like amusement parks. The problem was just... People. But honestly, if he got to kiss Todoroki fucking Shōto every time he went, it was not a problem at all.

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[efemerald]

C19?

C19 “Want some tea?”

Kirishima thought it must hurt when the Queen wrenched her son’s arm like that. Logically, he knew it was necessary – the prince had an unstable power, with a capricious temper to match. But even so, every time he saw the boy’s arms wrapped in those horrible chains, Kirishima couldn’t help but feel guilt gnawing on his insides, like a stone pit in his stomach. 

As usual, once the chains were placed, the prince was sent up to his chambers. The queen watched him disappear up the stairs, cheeks red with exertion and pupils blown wide, before whirling on the waitstaff. “No dinner tonight.” she snapped. “And no communication with the brat either. Maybe that’ll teach him some respect.” She was seething like a dog. 

There were murmurs of assent among the servants, along with cries of support from a few elderly women. She gave them a curt smile of approval. 

Then, gathering her robes, she stalked out of the dining hall, pausing only once to comfort a visibly bewildered Kirishima. “Apologies for the disruption, your highness.” she bowed shortly. “He’ll be better behaved in the morning.” 

In some ways, this was true, Kirishima thought. After having stayed as a guest for the last few months, and having witnessed this same ritual at least twelve times, he knew that Bakugou would be made docile and tame by the deprivation of basic comfort. He also knew that the boy would be uncomfortably timid for a number of days, before eventually lashing out again, repeating the whole cycle all over.

Not that Kirishima minded Bakugou’s fiery side. He enjoyed the company of an unrestrained, reckless Bakugou; he thought that his fearlessness made him manly. Plus, the number of adventures they’d manage to sneak in during those brief intervals of freedom – they’d been infinitely superior to any of the luxuries he’d been showered with at the palace. 

He almost opened his mouth to say so, but then the Queen was walking off again, crown held between pale clenched fingers. With an angry whip of her cape, she receded into the distance. 

Kirishima looked at the meal in front of him. Steaks, roasted vegetables, even a small purin on the side – they’d gone to great lengths in catering specifically to his tastes. Suddenly, however, he found he had no appetite. He excused himself, and let the servants take his food into the back. 

On his way up to his own chamber, he passed by a familiar stone door. Bakugou’s name was etched on the front. A vulgar stream of curses were pouring out of it now, echoing against the dark cobble tiles and wafting down the empty corridor. Hearing it made the pit in Kirishima’s stomach grow just a little bit heavier. 

Pausing, he brushed his hand against the face of the door – it shook beneath his touch, as if someone inside was desperately fighting with the walls. Kirishima heart flared with anger. This, walking by and doing nothing – this wasn’t manly at all. Before he could think better of it, he formed a new resolve. 

It was such that a little over twenty minutes later, he stood anxiously outside of Bakugou’s door, tea tray in hand. The platter was covered precariously in porcelain pots and cups, all clattering against each other and steaming with white vapor. The slightest stumble, Kirishima knew, and they’d all come crashing down. 

Now that he thought about it, this plan seemed stupid. Kirishima’s grandmother taught him that tea was the best way to form bonds between two people – but did that same rule apply when one of those people might not want to see the other at all? His cheeks heated in embarrassment. This might be the dumbest idea he’s ever had. 

Well, he figured, there’s no backing out now. 

He knocked at the door with his foot. “Uh, Bakugou? Your highness?”

A second passed. Followed by another. And then the door swung quickly open. “Shitty Hair, wha–” he stopped short when he saw the array of platters in Kirishima’s hands. “What are you doing?”

Face red and heart racing, Kirishima blurted out, “Want some tea?” 

He thrust his offering forwards. 

Bakugou stared at him with eyebrows half cocked. His expression was a riddle of both confusion and amusement, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not to be pleased. “You’re not allowed to talk to me.” he said flatly. “I heard Ma telling everyone to leave me alone.”

“Yeah, well,” Kirishima grinned sheepishly. “I’m not everyone, right?”

The blonde pursed his lips, looking him over thoughtfully. Kirishima was right – The Queen’s rules don’t apply to him. So, first checking that no one was watching them, he stepped aside and let the other boy slip in. 

“Over there.” he nodded to the kotatsu in the center of the room. 

Kirishima immediately complied, dropping to the ground with a boyish fervor. “I brought the tea leaves from home,” he explained, eagerly picking up the pot and recklessly filling two cups to the near brim. “They’re specially grown in my grandmother’s garden. We pick them in the summer, then we roast it over the fire – that’s what gives it the caramelized quality, see? – and then we brew it as tea for desert. Normally, we’d eat something sweet with it, but I figured since you haven’t had dinner yet – and I remember you said you hated sweet things anyways – I made some onigiri in the kitchen. It’s not super fancy or anything, but…”

As Kirishima rattled on, Bakugou lowered himself to the opposite end of the table, listening with bemused interest. The chains his mother had fastened were still wound tight around his hands, and his arms hung limply in front of him. Sitting down, he folded them awkwardly on his lap. The set before them was way more impressive than Bakugou thought the other boy was capable of, and with his lips parched and dry, the amber liquid was looking irresistibly tempting. 

“Kirishima.” he interrupted. The other boy shut up. “Can I have some of that tea?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah!” Kirishima pushed it forwards on the table. “That’s why I brought it!” He beamed expectantly, waiting for Bakugou to take it up. 

Instead, the blonde shot him a glower. “Kirishima.”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

He sighed. Reluctantly, he raised his hands for Kirishima to see, gesturing towards the metal that bound him at the wrists. “I can’t pick anything up, dipshit.”

Kirishima felt the blood drain from his face. “Oh, right. So, you want me to, uh…”

“Just, help me drink.” Bakugou grumbled, and his face was glowing red. “Like, bring the cup up and stuff.”

“Oh!” Kirishima squeaked. “Yeah, right. Of course. That makes sense.”

He leaned over to reach the cup, and prayed to God that Bakugou didn’t notice the tremble in his hands. Gently, he lifted the tea upwards to Bakugou’s mouth, holding it against the other boy’s lips. He could feel the warmth of Bakugou’s body on his nose, and his heart began to race. This entire scene felt all too close, too intimate. He wondered if Bakugou could feel it too. 

The cup tremored as Bakugou gulped down its contents, and once he was sure it’d been emptied, Kirishima pulled it away in relief. 

Bakugou let out a satisfied sigh. Licking the last drops from his upper lip, he smiled. “Thank you.”

Kirishima suppressed the shiver running down his spine. “Uh, sure. No problem.”

He looked at the rest of the food and drink on the table. There was no way he could get through this meal without making a fool of himself. “Hey, Bakugou,” he said instead, “Why don’t I just get the chains off your arms.”

Almost immediately, it was like a switch in the prince’s head was turned on. The blonde jerked his whole body backwards as if he’d been electrocuted, twisting his arms out of reach. His eyes blew wide. “What the fuck, Hair for Brains?” he snarled. “Are you stupid?”

Kirishima flinched in surprise. “Well, I just thought it’d be easier,” he stammered. “For you to, you know, move and stuff?” 

“These chains are the only thing keeping my magic suppressed!” Bakugou cried. “You take them off, and I might blow your whole head off with it!”

“Okay, but… you won’t? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you ever pay attention, asshole.” the blonde growled. “You heard my Ma. You saw what happened downstairs! I can’t control these powers.” he glanced away, hiding his face from the other boy. His ears burning at the tips. “What if I blasted you by accident? Or scorched you, or hurt you, or worse?”

“You won’t!” the words were falling out of Kirishima’s mouth, on reflex, before Bakugou could finish. Even Kirishima was surprised at the surety in his own voice. “I’ve only known you for a month, but I trust you. You’ve never lashed out before.”

“But, downstairs–” Bakugou protested, “you saw what happened.”

“What I saw was you being treated horribly.”  Kirishima spat, speaking with a sudden malice in his tone. “That woman was awful to you – she kept screaming at you, and calling you such nasty things – I would’ve gotten angry too! It’s not your fault she’s the worst.”

Bakugou puffed out a breath of sardonic laughter. He shook his head. “But I should be able to control it. Just because she’s a bitch to me doesn’t give me the excuse to…”

“Okay, but how’re you going to learn to control it when you’re constantly walking on eggshells here? Admit it, Katsuki, you’re always on the defensive, and it’s not fair. Of course your instincts are gonna be a little unstable.” Kirishima moved around the table, until they were barely inches apart. He placed a brave hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, not daring to breathe. He’d used Bakugou’s first name – was he allowed to do that? – but Bakugou wasn’t shaking him off. So he continued. “Let me help. I can… I mean, maybe I can’t. But at least let me try. You deserve to live better than this.”

Up close, Kirishima could see how tightly the chains had been woven, and it made his heart ache. They dug angrily into Bakugou’s skin, carving out red welts against his flesh. The boy in question had gone silent. 

“...Bakugou?”

When the blonde turned back around, his cheeks were wet with tears. “Eijirou,” he said, and his voice was barely a whisper. “You can’t do this. You can’t trust me. I’m a total fuck-up, even my own mother knows it. I’ll end up hurting you.”

“I hate seeing you like this–”

“I deserve it!” Bakugou was outright sobbing now, shamelessly letting himself to fall apart. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, forming thin rivers down to his chin and dripping into his lap. “I deserve to live like this, after everything I’ve done. You don’t– you don’t know half of it, Ei, so don’t even try–”

Instinctively, Kirishima grabbed him by both shoulders, squeezed and didn’t let go. “Katsuki! Katsuki, stop, listen to me,” and he held Bakugou still, grasping him until all the tremors died beneath his hands. “I don’t know what you did, but I do know you. I know you better than most people. And I know you can’t live your whole life punishing yourself.”

Bakugou lifted his gaze to meet Kirishima’s, and the redhead’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes were dark crimson, like the sky after a storm, and they burned with an intensity that made Kirishima’s skin turn cold. Without speaking – without thinking, really – Bakugou lunged forwards, crushing his lips against Kirishima’s. He kissed with the same fierceness he fought, and Kirishima could feel his insides turning to mush. 

Then, as quickly as he’d initiated it, Bakugou pulled backwards. His eyes were shut, and he breathed raggedly, every huff of his lungs ghosting across Kirishima’s face. “I’m going to regret this.” he grumbled. 

Kirishima could barely remember how to breathe himself. He exhaled softly, focusing on the soft features of Bakugou’s face. “Regret what?”

The blonde smiled weakly. His eyes shot open. “Okay. I trust you.”

He held out his arms to Kirishima. “Get these chains off. And then,” he gestured towards the patio. His eyes were blazing with the same confidence Kirishima had fallen in love with ages ago – the same confidence he’d possessed so much of before his mother stripped it away. “And then,” he grinned wildly. “We’re running away.”

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[sweetbyte]

My bakumomo pieces are staring to get longer.

There are almost no arguments between Bakugou and Momo. She knows how to handle and defuse his temper and he never has a reason to be upset with her.

The first argument they have is pretty significant. Momo returns to the apartment they share looking pretty banged up after a fight with a thug who had a troublesome quirk where he could shoot quills. She doesn't get seriously hurt, but she does get quite a few scrapes, cuts and scratches where quills did brush her skin. Bakugou gets upset that she hadn't called him to for back up, or anyone for that matter. Momo, irritated enough that the villain escaped, blows up at the fact that he thinks she's incapable of fending for herself. Things escalate from there and Bakugou ends up walking out. He doesn't come back that night and it stings more than the cuts she's sporting. She doesn't bother with cleaning anything, she only changes into one of his shirts that he left out on the bed, yet again, and tries her best to forget everything that just happened.

She wakes up late that morning to the smell of food and her stomach grumbles reminding her that she skipped dinner last night. She stretches and moans at the soreness of her body. Bakugou walks in with a tray of food, takes one look at her and tsk's. He sets the tray down on a night table next to the bed and walks into the bathroom. When he comes out, he has an arm full of bandages, towels, disinfectants, lotions and pain meds that he dumps at the foot of the bed. She wants to tell him it's excessive, but thinks better of it.

They can only stare at each other, before he moves to her side with the damp towel.

"Sit up and give me your right arm first, so you can start to eat while I check your left."

She only nods and slowly lifts her arm. He gently catches it and begins cleaning and treating the scrapes, cuts and bruises while massaging in between. He carefully patched up the parts that he thought needed to be and he squeezes her hand lightly when he's done. The gesture is short and quick, she almost misses it.

When he's done with her right arm, he looks at her again, and she wants to say something, but she can't find the words. He then brings his hand up to her chin, tilting her head side to the side to inspect her face.

"Did you get any deep wounds?" He asks while wiping down her face with another damp towelette. "No, it was all superficial really. It looked worse that what it was."

He snorts, gets up and walks around to the other side of the bed getting ready to work on her left arm.

"Eat. The food should still be warm. I know you didn't eat last night. " She looks at the spread he prepared for her and starts out light with the piece of avocado toast he's included. She takes a bite and eats slowly, as she watches Bakugou cleans and soothe her other arm. She was right. She has no major wounds, they just appeared bad.

When he's finally done he goes to look at her to ask about where else she had gotten cut. He's greeted by the piece of toast she's eating. She has it outstretched, offering him a bite, and he shakes his head to decline. When he does Momo notices something on his cheek and her eyes zoom into a small scrape. Her eyes then narrow and she shoves the toast in his mouth with no warning before he can say anything and then bring his face closer inspecting it like he had done previously to her.

"What did you do?" Her tone is accusing and worried.

Bakugou pulls back, toast still in his mouth, with eyes narrowed as well.

"Katsuki, what did you do last night?" She asks again and he puts the toast on the side already knowing she's not going to drop the subject.

"Deku and I had a call." Momo knows he's not telling her everything. "For what?" He's quiet a second too long and giving away that he's lying."Don't tell me you went after the guy I fought."

"We didn't go after anyone! He ran into us.." She raises an eyebrow at his lame excuse. "You expect me to believe that. Like I don't know you?" She can see the frustration building up on his face and she knows had she been anyone else he would have already lost his patience.

"Believe what you want! I'm not going to sit here and argue with you like a fucking child!" He goes to stand and walk away and she catches his arm, not wanting him to leave. The moment her hand grips his arm he lets out a sharp curse and Momo shows no mercy as she pulls him back down to sit on the bed.

"What was that?" "Fuck, Nothing"

She doesn't bother ask him anything anymore, but does start to pull up his sleeve revealing his own pricks and angry red cuts. "Give me the Neosporin" Her voice is stern, she's not happy he tried to hide this from her. He tries to tug his arm back, but she keeps her hold tightly on his wrist. "Pass me the Neosporin, and the cotton balls, I mean it." "No, I told you it was nothing, dammit. Now let go." Part of her is used to his stubbornness, she knows he would much rather hide any injury from her because he doesn't like to be doted on. He still has a lot of trouble when it comes to his pride, but right now she doesn't care. She ignores him and she calms herself down enough to create her own septic materials she needs to clean his cuts. When she's done, he's looking at her highly upset.

"The fuck are you doing, you haven't eaten to replenish your quirk! Are you stupid or what? I told you, this is nothing! Why do-"

"Shut up!" She quiets him and starts rolling up his sleeve. "You claim these are nothing, yet you bandage me up like a mummy for the same thing." She works on his arm pretty quickly, she has more experience than him in cleaning and making sure the cuts won't get infected, and he doesn't have that many to begin with. She doesn't bother with bandages because it would be a waste, the cuts aren't deep enough to need one and he would tear them off in a matter of minutes.

"There, done." She's still hurt by his actions because she thinks he really must think little of her abilities.

"You don't understand, do you?" His question takes her off guard, because she doesn't know what he's referring too. "Pardon?"

"You go out there and you put your life on the line. Do you ever just fucking stop to think about the people who give a shit about you?" Momo blinks at his outburst, but she's decided not to back down.

"That sounds quite familiar. Maybe it's due to the fact that it's my job. It's our job. We all go out as heroes ready to put our lives on the line for others! That's how it's always been. What's you're problem?"

"You know that asshole could have really fucked you up if he hadn't decided to run. My problem is that your putting your ass on the line recklessly. You didn't even use your smartass to even think about calling for help, did you?"

"Would you have called for help?"

"This isn't about me for fucks sake!"

"Then what is this about!

"You!" Her eyes are wide and she's stunned. Bakugou is breathing hard but she knows he's holding back, and his posture is tight and tense. "You think I like seeing you come home beat up like a rag doll?" "I don't-" "I can't fucking think straight when you're out alone. And it's not because I don't think you can't handle yourself, I know better than anyone how kickass you are, so fucking quit it with that shit, ok. It's just...." He trails off and Momo finally sees what he's getting to. Her expression softens and she intertwines her fingers with his reminding him that she's still there. 'I'll always come back to you, I promise'

She seals her promise with a chaste, but longing kiss. When she pulls away, she starts to mutter his name but he pulls her back with a promise of his own. They stay like that for a while, before Momo's stomach makes its hunger known.

Bakugou snorts loudly and it soon turns into laugher and Momo can only hit him in retaliation for her embarrassment. "Ow! The fuck!" "Oh, you're not that hurt, you baby!" She takes the omelette from the tray of forgotten food and begins to eat despite it being a little colder than warm.

Bakugou is still chuckling when he goes to take a fork full of omelette and she sways his hand away. "The hell, I made that shit!"

Momo takes a bite and moans for show and nods. "You did. You also made me mad so.." she takes another bite of the omelette to taunt him.

He says nothing at first and settles with taking the fruit bowl. "I can live with that."

"Making me angry?"

"Yeah, you're fucking hot when you're mad. Why do you think I keep leaving my shit on the bed?" He pauses and smirks "You looking hot in my clothes is also a plus."

She all but throws what's left of her omelette him.