#quirk accident

[kyusen0]

de-aging quirks my favourite trope

[interestofthemonth]

*Deku accidentally getting hit with a quirk that lets him hear the thoughts of everyone in a five foot radius*

Aizawa: Normally I’d make a student sit out of class under these circumstances but your final is today and I want to get those tests graded tonight. I have plans with Eri and Mic over the weekend.

Izuku: Don’t worry, after the vestiges I’m used to blocking out unwanted voices in my head! I’m sure this won’t be a problem!

Aizawa: Hmm, sure.

*One class period later*

Aizawa: How are you holding up, Problem Child?

 Izuku: Move me away from Kacchan immediately.

Aizawa: Wha -

Izuku: The river. Nothing but the river. Nonstop. On loop.

[dudeijustsawaplane]

Definitely one of my more unhinged ideas, I just wanted to see how small I could make the baby

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 24 - Wake up

Shouta was looking forward to a relaxing day off. He finished his paperwork yesterday to make sure he would actually get to relax and it lasts for all of five minutes before Hizashi barges into the apartment.

“Hitoshi is hurt,” he blurts out, looking frazzled and scared and Shouta’s stomach drops out.

It was supposed to be a relaxing day, because none of the kids got any passes to leave the school and therefore nothing should have happened.

And least of all to their own kid.

“What happened?” Shouta gets out, stumbling to his feet and following Hizashi down the stairs without hesitation.

“We’re not sure,” Hizashi pants out and it’s clear he ran all the way here instead of simply calling Shouta and he’s thankful for it.

It sucks, having to hear that their son is hurt but it would suck even more if he had heard about that over the phone.

“What’s his condition?” Aizawa asks as he jogs next to Hizashi, towards Recovery Girls rooms it seems like and Hizashi sends him a desperate look.

“He’s unconscious. Asleep maybe, we’re not sure. We’re not—sure,” Hizashi admits and Shouta curses.

This sounds like a quirk accident and he just hopes that it was one of the quirks at school. It would make resolving that so much easier, but Shouta doesn’t hold out hope.

He knows better than that.

They spill into Recovery Girls space without any thought or care and are immediately levelled with a fierce glare.

“Now, now, I appreciate the enthusiasm of youth but would it kill you to keep a modicum of composure?”

“Where’s Hitoshi?” Shota demands to know, not caring about anything else, and Recovery Girl only lets out a deep sigh before she points towards one of the beds.

“In there. He seems to be asleep, but we can’t wake him up. He doesn’t appear to be hurt and my healing does nothing for him.”

She has barely finished speaking before Shouta’s hair floats up, his eyes burning a glaring red as he keeps his gaze fixed on his son and Hitoshi is right there.

“Toshi? Hey, wake up, come on,” he whispers, gently taking his shoulder and shaking him but Hitoshi’s form stays limp and his eyes stay closed.

“So that doesn’t work,” Shouta mutters, dropping his own quirk and stepping up to Hizashi, peering down at their son.

He looks peaceful, almost scarily so; his breath is even and deep and he doesn’t seem to be dreaming because his eyes are still.

“Hitoshi, can you wake up for us?” Shouta asks as he takes Hitoshi’s hand in his, squeezing it for good measure too, but nothing happens.

He doesn’t even so much as twitch.

“Who brought him in?”

“Bakugo and his group. They said they were having a picnic in one of the forests on campus and the security feed confirms that. Hitoshi, he—he just drops, at one point. No one was near.”

“Possible quirks in the school?” Shouta asks, turning towards Recovery Girl and sadly he’s not at all surprised when she shakes her head.

“Nezu went through all the files; there isn’t a single one that fits.”

“So is this a targeted attack or an accident?” Hizashi mumbles, now seated at Hitoshi’s side and clutching his hand in his own.

Shouta is just about to answer when his phone goes off and he would love to ignore it, but it only ever rings for Nezu, his kids, his family or Tsukauchi, and Shouta doesn’t feel comfortable blowing any of these off so he digs his phone out of his pocket.

“Tsukauchi,” he greets when he accepts the call and his gaze finds Hizashi’s before he puts the call on speaker since the timing is a little too suspicious.

“Eraser, hello. I heard one of you kids had an unfortunate accident.”

“My kid, Tsukauchi,” Shouta corrects him. “My son seems to be deeply asleep and I can’t nullify the quirk that affects him. What’s happening?”

“I feared as much,” Tsukauchi mutters and Shouta can hear him drag a hand over his face. “We’ve been having a bit of a problem,” he then admits and Shouta tries very hard not to crush the phone in his hand.

He tries to give Hizashi a grateful smile when he pries it out of his clutches, but Shouta is certain it comes off as more of a grimace than anything else.

“What do we know?” Hizashi asks and Shouta admires how he manages to keep a calm head right now.

Shouta certainly isn’t feeling calm at all.

“It’s a newly manifested quirk,” Tsukauchi tells them. “We were kind of hoping to call you in later today to check if your quirk could help, Eraser, but we already have our answer to that.”

“What if this is something different?”

“It’s not, I’m pretty sure. Shinsou is asleep, right? Perfectly healthy, perfectly relaxed, just asleep and he can’t be woken up.”

“That’s—yeah.”

“Yeah,” Tsukauchi agrees. “We have the kid responsible here, it was a bit of a hunt because her quirk has a crazy range, but we are not certain about the finer details yet. We do have several people who have been asleep for almost two weeks at this point and it seems to not do them any harm. It’s almost as if they are in stasis; they don’t need sustenance at all and their body apparently can’t change, either.”

Shouta isn’t sure he wants to know how they found out about that, but he shakes it off, because there are more pressing matters.

“How do we wake him up?”

“We’re not sure. There are also two people who woke back up already but we don’t know what caused that, because everyone else is still asleep.”

“How many are we talking about here,” Hizashi asks and Shouta leans closer.

“Eighteen now, Shinsou included.”

“And only two woke up?”

“So far. They don’t remember much about being unconscious, claiming they were aware the entire time and but they do feel rested it seems. They weren’t any real help, though.”

“Yeah, clearly,” Shouta mutters.

“So what’s the plan?”

“We have a handful of specialists here, working with the kid on getting the specifics of her quirk but it’s slow going because we’re reluctant to have her try it on anyone since we don’t know how to wake them back up yet.”

“Let’s be honest here, Tsukauchi, what you’re telling us is that you don’t know anything and that there’s nothing we can do,” Shouta sums up, anger thrumming under his skin even though he knows it’s futile and useless and irrational.

Things like this happen; especially with how quirks get stronger and stronger over time and accidents are common, especially when they newly manifest.

It’s just—that’s his son.

“Yes,” Tsukauchi confirms. “I just want you to know that there is no danger for Shinsou at all. You can take him home, he’ll be more comfortable there when he wakes up because it’s not as if Recovery Girl can do anything for him and he’s not in danger of wasting away, no matter how long he’ll stay asleep.”

Shouta and Hizashi share a glance and it seems they are both on the same page about this. Of course they are bringing their kid home.

“And you’ll keep us informed about an new developments,” Hizashi says, doesn’t quite make it a question because this is non-negotiable.

“Of course.”

“Thank you,” Hizashi whispers out and sometimes Shouta wonders how he can be this polite to people who have done nothing for them but before he can voice that, Hizashi hands him back his phone.

“Let’s take our son home,” he decisively says and Shouta can do nothing but nod.

They get Hitoshi on Hizashi’s back and Recovery Girl waves them off with strict instructions to keep her updated as well and to inform her immediately if Hitoshi’s condition should change and then they are on their way.

“The kids are bound to be camped out in the common area,” Hizashi says when they reached approximately the half-way point. “Maybe go on ahead and tell them to scram? I doubt Hitoshi would want them to see him like this.”

It’s a good suggestion, so Shouta jogs off, and just like Hizashi suspected all the kids are there.

His arrival is met with a flurry of “Sensei!”’s and then he’s positively pestered with questions.

Shouta gives them a moment to get it all out, silently watching over them. Ashido and Jirou seem positively teary eyed and there’s open worry on Kirishima’s, Kaminari’s and Sero’s face and even Bakugo doesn’t look unaffected at all.

Shouta knows that Hitoshi has gotten closer to the ‘Bakusquad’ as they like to call themselves than to anyone else and these kids were the ones who were with Hitoshi when it happened.

Silence settles over the room when Shouta doesn’t say anything and then it’s Ashido’s scared voice that rings out.

“Sensei, how is Toshi?”

“Asleep,” Shouta tells them. “He appears to be in some kind of stasis that keeps him asleep. He’s not hurt and from what Tsukauchi has told us he’s not in any kind of danger. Now all of you scram, when he wakes up and hears all of you saw him like that he’s going to scrub all of your memories blank,” Shouta says and then gives them a wicked grin. “And I’d let him.”

Several gasps ring out in the room before the kids get moving, rushing up to their rooms and soon enough Shouta is alone in the common-room.

At least almost.

“Bakugo, that wasn’t a suggestion.”

“I know,” Bakugo presses out and Shouta watches how he helplessly clenches and unclenches his hands. “Just—fucking tell us if his condition changes, you hear me?” he then challenges Shouta who is almost impressed by the spunk in this kid.

“You will be informed,” he confirms, because of course he keeps the kids updated if anything happens to any of them and Bakugo nods once before he, too, leaves for his room.

Shouta lets out a deep, weary sigh before he turns around, finally letting Hizashi in, who was already impatiently waiting, Hitoshi still carefully draped over his back.

“All of them worried?”

“Out of their mind with it,” Shouta confirms and follows Hizashi up to their apartment.

Hizashi hesitates in the hallway and Shouta is just about to ask when Hizashi turns towards him.

“Where do we—put him down? I mean, I’d like to keep an eye on him, so the couch would be the most logical option, but you know damn well that it’s not good to sleep on for anything more than a night or two and who knows how long this is going to take. But his room is so closed off and we wouldn’t be able to see him and I don’t know if I could stand that and—”

“Hizashi,” Shouta interrupts his rambling, reaching out to squeeze his arm. “Breathe.”

Hizashi sucks in a breath and then does it again before he gives Shouta a weak smile.

“I’m just—”

Worried out of his mind, Shouta fills in the blank when Hizashi’s words fail him and he nods because they are in the same boat after all.

But they will get through this.

“The couch for now and once we have him comfortable we’ll get his bed out here somehow. We’re not letting him out of our sight,” Shouta decides because putting Hitoshi in his own room, out of their direct line of sight doesn’t sit right with him either.

“Okay, sounds like a plan,” Hizashi agrees with a weak smile and gets moving again.

It’s quick work to get Hitoshi down on the couch, as comfortable as he hopefully can be and then it’s just really a waiting game for them.

Shouta hates those the most.

~*~*~

Shouta jerks out of a fitful sleep when his phone rings two days later, scrambling to get the call as soon as he can.

“What?” he grunts out when the call connects and Tsukauchi doesn’t even sound apologetic about waking him, which is just as well if he calls with news about the mystery quirk that put Hitoshi to sleep.

“The specialists are done with the kid. It appears she can undo the quirk herself, though she doesn’t have the control for that yet, but there’s another option.”

“How?”

“It’s a bit complicated and arbitrary, to be honest, but it seems that someone needs to tell Hitoshi to wake up.”

Shouta is just about to argue that he and Hizashi do that every goddamn hour it feels like but so far it hasn’t worked when Tsukauchi goes on.

“Now, the real requirement is that it’s someone who has strong feelings for Hitoshi without him knowing.”

Shouta blinks.

“Like romantic feelings?” he gets out, his mind spinning with who he could possibly talk to about that.

“Any kind of feelings. We’re steadily getting reports in about people waking up and apparently it’s enough if it’s people who have platonic feelings, too. There was a foster kid, one of the two that woke up early, who thought her parents hated her. So when they told her to wake up, she did.”

“So we have to find someone like that,” Shouta mutters and Tsukauchi clicks his tongue.

“If you want to try and accelerate the process, yes. We’re training with the kid as much as we can, she’ll probably get enough control in a few days to undo it herself. I’ll keep you updated, but it’s something to work with.”

Shouta rubs a hand over his face, his thoughts racing.

“Thank you, Tsukauchi,” he says before the call ends and it’s only when he hangs up, that he notices Hizashi in the room.

“Thanks for putting him on speaker,” Hizashi sarcastically drawls out and Shouta huffs out a breath before he sums up the call as best as he can.

“Feelings Hitoshi doesn’t know about,” Hizashi mutters. “So, he thinks someone hates him still even though that’s not true?”

“Or a secret crush,” Shouta adds with a nod and Hizashi nods.

“Okay. Let’s ask the kids, maybe they know something. Shouji could be a candidate if Hitoshi still thinks he hates him, even though he doesn’t.”

“Let’s not assume anything,” Shouta tries to temper Hizashi’s hope, because they might not get anywhere with this.

Class 1-A is really obnoxious about stating their feelings openly and loudly, so it’s unlikely that one of them will be an option. But maybe they know someone else.

It’s still early in the evening enough to gather all the kids in the common area and Shouta quickly relays the new information they have. It doesn’t inspire much hope when everyone stays quiet, but he still has to ask.

“Do any of you think they might qualify for that? Or do you maybe know anyone who does? Everything you know would help, and you’d really only need to tell Hitoshi to wake up.”

The kids all share glances with each other but in the end everyone just shakes their head.

“Sorry, sensei, but we all love Hitoshi and he knows that. We’re not really—subtle with that,” Midoriya finally says and Shouta lets out a sigh.

He feared as much.

“Any possible candidates from the other classes?” he still tries but he only gets sadly mumbles “No”’s back. “That’s alright. The kid who caused this can apparently undo her quirk herself, though she’s lacking the control for it yet. She’s training that, though, so even if this doesn’t work, Hitoshi will wake up again.”

It seems to lift some weight off his kid’s shoulders and they all start to mutter between themselves.

“We’ll let you know if someone else comes to mind,” Iida promises him and that’s the best they can do for now, Shouta knows it, but it still hurts to think that he has to get back up there to his sleeping son and fretting husband and that there’s nothing he can do about it.

But he’s not one to shy away from difficult situations so he finds himself back in his living-room mere minutes later.

“And?” Hizashi asks, though he can clearly guess since Shouta is alone.

“They’ll let us know if anyone comes to mind,” Shouta sighs out and Hizashi nods, though he seems just as crestfallen as Shouta feels.

“Maybe we can—” Hizashi starts but he’s interrupted by a knock on the door.

Shouta is quick to open it and he has to admit that he’s more than surprised when he comes face to face with Bakugo. He might not be the most expressive boy, but Hitoshi knows that they are friends, much to Shouta’s confusion, so he fails to see what Bakugo could want.

Shouta raises an eyebrow at Bakugo when he stays quiet and it almost seems as if he’s embarrassed.

“Let me say it to him,” Bakugo grumbles out and Shouta frowns.

“He knows you’re friends. It won’t help.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know fucking everything, okay?” Bakugo snaps out and Shouta is completely taken aback when he blushes.

Oh. Oh.

This is not at all what Shouta expected but he can’t deny that something in him warms when he realises that Bakugo is here because he’s in love with Shouta’s son and really, it could be worse.

It could be Monoma.

“Come in, then,” Shouta says and steps to the side. “He’s in the living-room.”

Bakugo doesn’t look at him as he shoulders past and Shouta doesn’t chastise it for him, he simply follows Bakugo into the room.

Hizashi’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline when he sees Bakugo, but he keeps quiet when Shouta quickly shakes his head at him.

Bakugo marches over Hitoshi’s bed and he only briefly falters when he sees him laying there, like he has been laying for the past few days but then he straightens his shoulders and leans close to Hitoshi.

“Wake up,” he whispers and Shouta almost wants to commend him for not using any swear words or nicknames, but then Hitoshi’s eyes flutter open and his hand shoots out to catch Bakugo’s in his and all thought’s flee Shouta’s head.

His son is awake.

“Let go of me, troll doll,” Bakugo snaps, though his voice is lacking the usual bite and Hitoshi only blinks at him, clearly trying to get his bearings back.

Tsukauchi had told them that the confusion isn’t too bad for everyone who woke up because apparently the victims are more or less aware during their ‘sleep’ and Shouta hopes that’s true, because he’s not about to explain to Hitoshi that Bakugo is apparently in love with him.

Hitoshi’s eyes scan the room, and he smiles at Shouta and Hizashi when he sees them.

“I could hear you guys,” he tells them and not even his voice sounds scratchy from disuse. “I could hear you telling me to wake up, but I couldn’t do anything. It wasn’t until you said it,” he adds and fixes his eyes on Bakugo. “You said it and it woke me right up.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugo grumbles though when he tries to push Hitoshi’s grip off he’s exceedingly careful.

“Not whatever,” Hitoshi grumbles out and clearly tightens his grip on Bakugo and Shouta has a split second to realise what is about to happen.

He really did not sign up to witness this.

“I heard what the conditions are. And I’m guessing you don’t secretly hate me, so there’s only one other option.”

“You shouldn’t think too hard about it,” Bakugo mutters, “because it doesn’t have to mean anything. Just let me go, Toshi.”

“No. It means everything. Go on a date with me,” Hitoshi says, and Shouta can hear Hizashi squeal, though he’s trying to keep it quiet.

For the first time Shouta sees Bakugo completely speechless and that’s as much satisfaction as he allows himself out of this situation, before he takes Hizashi’s hand and drags him out of the room. It doesn’t seem as if Hitoshi or Bakugo really care about their presence yet, and he’s not going to push it.

Hitoshi is awake again, he seems fine, and he will suffer through several hugs from them later, when Bakugo has left.

And then he’ll suffer through some teasing and a serious conversation and possibly some more teasing but for now—for now, Shouta pulls Hizashi in his arms in the safety of their bedroom and lets out a shaky breath.

“Our son is awake,” he whispers, his voice trembling and he thinks if he could cry still, he probably would, right now.

“And he’s loved,” Hizashi adds, his voice thick with emotion as he squeezes Shouta tightly.

For a situation like this, it’s really the best outcome, Shouta reminds himself and he’ll even believe it, later.

Once he has Hitoshi in his arms, too.

[andydona-chan]

"Kacchan... if I was a worm, would you still love me?"

The nerd had asked that as a joke, he had laughed at his expression of exasperation when he had asked, and Katsuki had reassured him that he would have stomped him for being annoying if he was lucky to know it was him.

Izuku had pouted and feigned being hurt but laughed it off, saying it was a stupid question anyway...

If only he had known... if only Katsuki was prepared...

The villain attack was unexpected, near the forest trail around UA. One moment, Izuku was in the air using air force to deter the villains, and a second later, he was shrinking until he dissappeared.

Katsuki had been furious, blasting their enemies and capturing them in a couple of minutes afterward. Izuku was nowhere to be found...

Interrogating the villains about their quirk, they found out one of them could shift any person appearance for 24 hours. It could be an animal or object. It was usually something that blended them to the environment.

Everyone had stopped cold, and Katsuki cursed. What if they had stepped on Izuku? What if he was a rock and he had been kicked to a far away location?

That's until someone had told him there was a worm climbing on his pants leg... He had thought of brushing it off just like that until he saw the small but bright green lightning around it.

"No f***ing way," he had breated out and grabbed the small worm carefully to place it on his hand

The worm walked excited circles on the palm of his hand. It was so cute...

Katsuki sighed in defeat and made sure to explain the situation to Aizawa, careful that his ne... worm was safe and taken care of...

He made sure to talk to him and set up some expectations, Izuku had to understand that if he ever told anyone how he still, very much, loved him as a worm, he was going to kill him...

[elle-cross]

Due to an accident, Izuku temporarily gets La Brava's quirk. It wasn't immediately obvious, so no one knew about it until it was way too late.

Meanwhile, Katsuki has trouble adjusting and getting used to this incredible power surge on his quirk. "What the fuck?!"

[shutit-haha]

Kit-Kat | a baby Bakugo/reader

I know it's been done a thousand times before but I needed something meaningful and self indulgent. Sorry if this is a little OOC for him I'm trying to work out where exactly the line is when it comes to emotionally constipated five year olds.

You were exhausted when you had arrived at your shared apartment. It wasn't anything grand or luxurious, just some place you stayed with your boyfriend occasionally. (If the two of you were ever so lucky to be home at the same time.) Katsuki was hustling to become a hero and with the media having their eyes trained on him from high school he had to be mindful of the steps he took. Then there was you, trying your hardest to get to where you wanted to go in life. Slaving while you waited for him to start his own business. Once Katsuki's company was open you'd work with him in a partnership and all would be as it should.

Until then you entered your apartment with sagging tear drop shoulders. You hadn’t slept properly in two days and had ended up working overtime today despite having planned on leaving early. No matter, you were here now and if you were lucky perhaps Katsuki would be too. So with heavy limbs of lead you shut the door behind you and hung up your jacket. Spring was supposed to be arriving within a week's time however the winter chill was holding on for dear life.

When you bent down to slip off your shoes you noticed the living room light was on. It spilled into the mudhall where you were bent over your feet. Without a second spared you were bouncing off into the living room to greet your boyfriend whom you had only seen in passing lately. By the time he came home you were already climbing into bed. Each and every night you’d promise to wait for him to finish his shower and each and every night you’d fall asleep before he was out. Due to his late shifts you found yourself waking up earlier than him, something that was certainly odd for the two of you. By the time he would wake to start his day you were already long gone, your only trace a post-it left on your pillow.

He’d never tell you, but he loved how you kissed it as a sign off. Your perfume would always stay behind on the colorful paper right where you left a stain of puckered lips. Your heart ached for him and he had been dying to see that lipstick on some skin instead of just paper.

“Katsuki!” You shouted from where you stood at the end of the entry hall and the beginning of the living room. “Katsuki,” you called again. The kitchen was to the left of you a space far too small for your burly boyfriend and fully stocked with kitchen ware. You had decided to buy the cheap stuff in the meantime, glad you did since the two of you rarely ever used any of it. There was no dining room.

The living room laid right in front of your disappointed gaze. A low coffee table situated in front of the T.V and a single sofa that could sit three. The back of the sofa faced the kitchen where Kaminari was rifling through your cabinets in search of snacks. Mina bounced a baby on her lap, shushing and cooing at it in an attempt to keep it from wailing. Kirishima and Sero were debating on the best way to calm the baby down while a children’s show played in the background.

Their heads all swiveled to look at you, including the pale baby boy’s. Kaminari looked as though he had been caught, Kirishima and Mina seemed worried and Sero…smug for some odd reason. “Right feeding a baby is better than distracting it,” Sero placed his hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” you nodded absentmindedly. “Is Katsuki here?” You tried to listen for the sound of your bathroom shower, or maybe some kind of movement in your bedroom. No matter how hard you strained though it was obvious he wasn’t here. “Does he know you’re here,” a follow up question.

“Technically,” Mina spoke up.

“Found them,” Kaminari shouted from the kitchen bag of chips in hand. “I knew I left a family size here last time.”

“Get out of the way,” Sero shoved him to reach the fridge. Mina’s fluorescent eyes darted to look at Kirishima who seemed to be sweating bullets.

“Ok guys, there’s no way you can just stay in my house and keep secrets from me. Especially when they’re about my boyfriend so…”

“Well you know how he is, he gets into fights with people and-” Mina was the first to reply.

“That guy was looking for it though. He was being rude and then he wussed out when Bakugo stepped up.” Sero added from where he was cooking something in your kitchen.

“Like they said the guy was messing with him and then he got scared, and his quirk malfunctioned.” Kirishima continued, hands up to calm you.

“Who’s quirk malfunctioned?” You were worried now and this story was taking too long.

“The guy’s,” they all replied. All except for Kaminari who was stuffing chips down his throat and surfing channels. The baby on Mina’s lap had started fighting with the blonde over the remote.

“And well,” Mina said as she tried to keep hold of the baby.

“He kind of,” that was Kirishima speaking to you gently. The red head was walking on eggshells here and you really didn’t understand why.

“Where is my boyfriend?” You stalked further into the room, growing hostile with your tone.

“Bakugo man, just give me the remote!” Kaminari shouted at the baby trying his best to tug the control out of the baby’s pudgy hands. Your head whipped around to take in the baby’s blonde spiky hair, something you hadn’t paid any attention to at first. It seemed softer than it was supposed to be, less spikey and more curly. Instead of the ends shooting straight out they curved a little, giving his hair a bounce to it.

“I can track the guy down for you,” Kirishima spoke quickly. Sero snorted from where he was now hunched over a pot.

“Kami you idiot,” Mina screeched at the other blonde yanking the remote from his hands. You sunk down into the floor, slumping against the wall and laughing. What the hell were you gonna do with a child? You didn't even want kids right now, you still had work. Were you supposed to take a day off? Do you pay for daycare? Do you have money for that? Does his boss know?

“You broke them,” Kaminari shouted from the couch.

“I’m not broken,” you reached a hand up to wave it at him. “How old is he now,” you asked Kirishima.

“Five-ish.”

“Does he have his quirk?”

“No.”

You winced, taking a sharp breath in through your teeth. This sounded like some hellish nightmare for your boyfriend. He’s small and helpless, no quirk and no muscle. “Does his job know?”

“They’ve been notified.”

“Great,” you sighed, getting back up from the floor. You made your way back into the entry hall so that you could take off your shoes and slide on your slippers. With a heavy head you walked back over to the living room.

“I wanna buy him clothes,” Mina chirped, still bouncing him on her lap. He had those angry red eyes and what was supposed to be a scowl only looked like a pout on that face.

“That won’t be necessary, he'll be back soon.” You made your way straight for him, dragging your feet along the floor. You felt conflicted, just a moment ago you had wanted to spend time with your boyfriend and well here was your chance. Except that he was a child, one you had to care for and couldn’t just simply love. You couldn’t lay on him like you wanted to, sinking into his warmth.

“Well..” Mina handed him to you.

“We’re not sure, it's a quirk malfunction so it could last for more than 24 hours.” Kirishima sat on the armrest unable to find space on the crowded couch.

“Days?” You asked, staring down at Katsuki, his little red eyes stared at you in awe though he still tried to look mean.

“Could be a month,” Kaminari shrugged, shoving more chips into his mouth. Mina shoved him off the sofa and onto the floor, Kirishima was quick to take the now open spot.

“We’re all gonna stay with you tonight,” Mina quickly assured you.

“Yeah,” Sero added in agreement. He was going through your lower cabinets now in search of you weren’t sure what. You looked sound at your friends, they were amazing people. And you wanted them to stay truly, you just weren’t sure how they were all going to fit. Your sofa could fit two people if they really squished together. And well your apartment had never had to fit more guests than that.

Sometimes Kaminari gets wasted at a bar and Sero will have to go and pick him up. Somehow your apartment ends up being closer to them and in they come stumbling late in the night to Katsuki’s dismay. They’ll fall onto the sofa where you’ll find them sleeping in the morning. Sometimes you and Bakugo will go out to events with Kiri and Mina, and the four of you will wind up back here. They always end up giggling away on your couch while you and Katsuki collapse onto your mattress cracking jokes with one another.

You’ve never had the whole gang stay the night and staring at your small apartment you weren’t sure how it was going to work. “Mina can share the bed with me and Katsuki, or maybe we can go and buy an air mattress?”

The boys all stared at each other realizing only one of them would get the couch. “Air mattress,” they spoke in unison, already feeling the back pain.

“Ok,” you laugh and Katsuki’s heart hurts. He whimpers looking down at your pants. “You ok?” His big eyes glare at you before looking away, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile at him softly, taking it as him just being flustered. “You think he still remembers me?”

The room was silent. Sero kept on with his cooking, various spices open on your counter and a cutting board with nothing to cut. He made a face at that, opening your fridge to go through it for what was now the third time. Kaminari seemed to have finally found a channel on the t.v and sat down comfortably on the floor. Kirishima and Mina exchanged a look while you waited for an answer.

“Maybe,” Mina watches your face carefully.

“We hope but aren’t entirely sure,” Kiri then added.

“Oh,” you exhaled deeply, “ok.” You leaned forward then nuzzling the skin behind Katsuki’s ear with your nose. His hair was soft though very dry, and his skin was nice and warm. “It’s ok if you forget me,” you whisper to him softly. “I know you’ll remember me later,” you kiss his cheek before pulling away. “You all ready to go to the store, I need to get some sort of clothes for him and I think Sero is struggling to find food.”

“Already made a list,” he replied from where he was still scribbling on the counter.

“Alright then Katsu baby, ‘you ready to go?” You lifted him up into the air trying to get at least a smile from him, but to no avail. His arms were crossed over his chest, lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows pulled down in a nasty little glare. “You’re gonna like me,” you place him on your hip. “I know you will. Did it once I can do it again,” you walked with him back into the hall.

💣

“These are cute,” Mina held up a powder pink shirt.

“Uhh,’ you eyed little Katsuki.

“I’ll pay for it,” she smiled brightly from behind the shirt.

“Put it in there,” you whispered to her. You tossed some black sweatpants in the kart, “we gotta get you some shoes little man.” You ruffled his hair, dodging the hand he swiped at you. “Come on little man,” you take his hand and lead him to where the shoes are. Of course he’s instantly drawn to the sneakers with heroes on them. You watch as his little eyes widen and then narrow to analyze the gym shoes. His attention bounces from shoe to shoe, comparing the colors and how the hero is displayed. Eventually he takes hold of two pairs; one with Allmight standing tall and another with him in the midst of a punch.

“One day I’m gonna have shoes of my own.”

“Yeah you will,” you smile at him.

He glares at you, still comparing the two shoes to one another. “I’m serious,” he sits on the floor to try them on.

“I am too. I know you’ll do it.”

At this point he has one shoe on each foot, rocking back and forth to get a feel of them.

“So which one’s the winner?” You’re amused by all this, he’s five and being far too precise.

“These are cooler,” he points to the one with Allmight punching. “These feel nicer though.” ‘Has good dialect too. Crazy how smart this guy is. “These,” he settles for the comfier shoes.

“Ok,” you nod. “You want another pair?”

His eyes sparkle, lips parting to speak before he suddenly reels himself back in. He scowls, shoving his shoes at you. “Yeah,” he then stomps off down another aisle.

“Ok,” you sigh, following him. “You know you’re bossy, and mean.”

He stops in front of a pair of combat boots, black ones similar to what he uses for his hero suit. “These,” he points, awe visible in his face.

You do your best to stifle your laughter trying not to embarrass him. The moment he realizes he’s making a cute face you know it’ll be gone so you keep quiet. You bend down to search for a box with his size written on it but are unable to find any. “Uhh,” now you gotta tell him. Great. You look again, maybe you just didn’t try hard enough the first time. “Baby,” you coo, still checking over all the boxes. “I don’t think they have it in your size.” You're kneeling down on one knee in search for these damn boots but can’t find any.

“What?” His mouth’s agape, eyes wide and glossy.

“These are big kid shoes, they don’t have any for you.”

His chest quickly rises and falls as he starts to breathe heavily, hands curling into little fist. You watch his features curl and fold into a deep scowl. Tears form in his eyes, welling up in his lash line while his cheeks go red. “But-”

“I know, I’m sorry.” And would you believe it, he cries. His bottom lip quivers while fat tears roll down his cheeks. His fist are curled so tightly you worry about his little hands. He hiccups and sniffles but doesn’t wail and bawl like other kids do. It’s silent, something you see but don’t exactly hear. “I know.” You pick him up, uncurling his fist as he wraps his arms tightly around your neck. He clings to you, clutching tightly while he sniffles and cries. “It’s ok baby, I’m sorry, I know you really wanted them. I’ll try and find you a pair ok?” You rub his back, rocking him back and forth.

He nods vigorously, still sniffling and hiccuping. Mina finds the two of you at the end of the aisle, Kirishima right behind her with the shopping kart. “Is he ok?” She whispers to you, approaching slowly. Katsuki clutches to you tighter, burying his face in your neck and hair.

“A little embarrassed I think,” you hand her the box holding his sneakers. “They didn’t have the other pair of shoes he wanted.”

“Oh you poor thing, I cry over shoes too.” Mina rubbed his back softly, laughing to you silently.

“Surprised he cried,” Kirishima said.

“Me too, I think he might just be tired. Or maybe missing home.” You followed them out the aisle and over to the self check-out.

“Missing home?”

“Yeah, maybe he knows he’s supposed to be big.”

Katsuki listened to your conversation carefully, face still covered by his hair. What you’re saying seemed right to him in a vague kind of way. He wasn’t sure that was what he felt but nothing else seemed to make sense. All the other feelings he knew didn’t fit how they were supposed to.

💣

“We bought clothes,” Mina sang, entering the apartment with bags in hand. She went straight into the living room, leaving the door open, and still wearing her shoes.

“I thought they were for Bakugou,” you heard Kaminari reply to her.

“They are,” she huffed.

You were the next to enter the apartment carrying a sleeping Bakugou in your arms. You sat him down on top of the wooden shoe rack, slipping off his sandals and putting them away. You then sat down next to him just as Kirishima came in through the door. The red head carried the groceries Sero had asked for and the air mattress your apartment so desperately needed. “Kami start moving the table!” Kirishima ordered, slamming the door behind him with his foot.

Bakugou jumped in his sleep and you placed him back on your lap. He rested his head on your breast while you rubbed his back soothingly. You waited a minute or two before sliding off your own shoes. You put your shoes back where they belonged, sliding on your slippers and then carrying Kastuki to the living room. Once again you found yourself stopping at the doorway.

The apartment felt so alive, Sero was cutting vegetables in the kitchen while the other boys worked together on moving your coffee table. Mina was pulling clothes out of the bag to show everybody and then folding it into a neat pile. She had offered to pay for the clothes and Kiri paid for everything else so you spent nothing. It warmed your heart to the point where you nearly wanted to cry. This was home, here with all these lovely people. “Here,” Mina handed you a pajama set.

“Wake him up so he can eat, I cooked something nice for him.” Sero smiled at you from where he was putting all of your spices back.

“Shower him,” Kiri said before yelling at Kaminari about scraping your floor.

“Will do,” you nodded and smiled at everyone heading off to the bathroom. The cutout that led to the bathroom was aligned with the hall to your entryway. The door to your left opened up to the restroom, the one opposite leading to your bedroom. You shut the door softly behind you, gently shaking Katsuki awake. “Gotta bathe you,” you speak softly to him.

The drowsy blonde sways where he stands in front of you on the cold bathroom tiles. His little fist comes up to rub at his eyes. “‘M hungry,” his stomach growls.

“You’ll eat right after this,” you tug off his pants slowly. Your nails graze his soft little thighs on accident and he winces. “I’m sorry,” you kiss where you scratched him.

“I like your nails,” his hand curls around your index finger. He keeps a tight hold of it while he steps out of his pants.

“Thank you,” you smile at him despite his eyes being shut. “Arms up.”

He yawns and reaches for the sky letting you take off his shirt. “Are you gonna shower with me?”

“What?” You laugh, tugging off his boxers.

“I want you to shower with me, I miss when you used to do it.” He yawns and steps out of his boxers. “Why don’t we do it anymore? Are you mad at me?” He finally opens his drowsy red eyes.

“What? No,” you shake your head, running the bath water. “We’ve just been busy.”

“I’m not busy anymore.” Silence falls while you check the temperature of the water. “Do you shower with your other boyfriends?”

“I don’t have other boyfriends.”

“Good,” he huffs. “I’d have to beat them up.”

“Katsuki you’re five.” You stand from the edge of the tub drying your hand.

“So you’ll shower with me,” he looks up at you.

“When you’re a big boy again,” you cup his cheek.

“But I’m not busy anymore,” he whines.

“I know,” you lift him up to put him in the bath.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

“What?” You stare at him.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” He sputters, embarrassed by your intense stare. His face heats up, cheeks turning a bright red.

“Think I might just stay with you.”

“Can you wash me?”

“You can do it, you’re big enough.”

“But I like your nails,” he reaches for your hand. For a moment you look at him so sure that you can see your Katsuki somewhere inside. He wants you to shower with him, he likes your nails, he’s ok with you scratching him. He’s worried that you’re leaving him.

You wash him. And when you’re done you dry him. And when that’s done you feed him. The whole gang gets comfortable in the living room eating together and watching a movie. Throughout the film they rotate who’s taking a shower and by the end everyone’s clean except for you. The t.v turns black and you lay Katsuki down in the bedroom. He fell asleep about halfway through the film. You sneak off to take a shower and when you come back he’s up and waiting for you.

“I missed you,” he sniffles, reaching for you in the darkness. You take hold of his little hands, placing him on top of your chest. His little hands slid around either side of you just barely reaching your back. You rub in between his shoulder blades, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails.

“I missed you too,” you sigh drifting off to sleep.

When you wake in the morning, he’s still a baby.

[eris-snow]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, quirk accident, angst

I haven't written for Bakugou for awhile, so go easy on me. "The quirk is called 'Numb'. It basically cuts off any feelings of the person that got hit."

It feels almost numb now, when you think about him.

It's scary, because when you look at Bakugou, ready to feel a pang of desire and aching yearning for the blond...

you feel as if you're grasping at straws.

It seems like Bakugou can sense it too, because he doesn't seem to accept it either.

"What the fuck did this villain do to my Dumbass?" He demanded, placing a protective hand on your shoulder as Aizawa stood at the doorway of the infirmary.

On a good day, you'd feel touched. Feelings would be bubbling in your throat at the simple gesture because you were always a little bit more emotionally sensitive than others. Too bad you felt nothing from that usually touching gesture.

"We just interrogated the guy. And, no Bakugou, this was not caused by you." Aizawa runs a hand down his face, continuing without missing a beat. "The quirk is called 'Numb'. It basically cuts off any feelings of the person that got hit."

Bakugou draws his hand away from your shoulder as if it touched a hot pan. "What?" His voice is barely over a whisper. Bakugou squats down at your eye level, face losing all blood and starting to colour in dread. "Is this true?"

You swallow, biting your lip harshly. You wish you could feel some form of guilt, but it's scarily faint. Still, you have an answer to give.

"I'm sorry." You rasp.

Sensing the teenage hormones, Aizawa stiffens visibly and launches himself out of the room. "I'll give you some privacy. Once Recovery Girl is done treating your wounds, I expect both of you to head back to the dorms immediately. No detours. No buts. Judging by your injuries, I will allow a day off from school. Midoriya will hand you your notes for tomorrow after school."

With that, the sleep-deprived teacher escapes from the ward.

Bakugou's eyes snap from the doors to yours, and you blink back blankly, trying for a sheepish smile. It didn't feel right.

Part of you knew what you felt for the blond. You knew you were supposed to love him because you always did. He treated you right, was faithful to you and even protected you from that blast today.

And now look where that got you.

You could barely feel grateful for what he did.

--

Bakugou was having the time of his fucking life right now. His lover has stopped feeling and it was all his fault. If he'd moved a little quicker, a little faster, you wouldn't have to deal with this shitty situation

The moment he stepped foot into the living room and lock eyes with you, there's a sense of wrongness that swallows him whole. There was always something in your eyes whenever you looked at him. Love, adoration and soft contentment as a smile graces your lips.

That look needs to be there.

He needs it to be there.

Instead, all he's greeted with is rapid blinking and a hesitant wave. "H-Hi?" You voice, and it makes Bakugou's hard heart crack.

"Hi," He repeats to you curtly, clambering over to the fridge and yanking the door open. He really hopes that this was over soon.

--

Bakugou tries to skirt around you for most of today, but his plans are thrown out of the window the minute lunch rolls around. Without thinking, he'd made double portions because he's so used to cooking for two ever since he got with you.

He contemplates leaving you alone and starting on his own, but the blond knows how you are. You're almost as bad of a workaholic as himself. Before Bakugou knows it, he finds himself standing in front of your door with a plate of your favourite meal in hand, knocking on the door and hoping for an answer.

"Dumbass!" He calls when you don't answer, knocking on the door again. "I have food."

He's replied with frustrated sniffles.

Fuck.

Bakugou knows he fucked up. But seeing you, curled up on your bed while hugging your knees shakes his entire body to the core. He let's himself in and places your plate of food on your table, immediately rushing to your bedside.

"Y/n?" He inhales, taking you into his arms as he pulls your head to his chest. "What is it? What happened?"

He keeps his questions minimal and tone-leveled because your tears just keep flowing and he has no idea how to stop it. You'd know, he reminds himself bitterly. You'd know how to comfort people, it's practically your second quirk. He can barely talk to preschoolers without scaring them away.

"Katsuki," Your voice is shaky, as if it could break back into sobs anytime. You clench his shirt tighter, eyes pearling with tears.

"I'm scared."

Bakugou's heart shrivels up even more as you continue talking. "I can't feel anything. It's fading away and I don't know how to make it stop-please make it stop just-" You look up to him shaking your head as you burst into sobs. "I don't wanna stop loving you."

You're scrapping at the bottom of the barrel, looking for love that is draining fast. And Bakugou sees all of it.

"You're not going to stop loving me," He soothes, hugging you tighter. He doesn't know if he's reassuring you or himself. "I love you." He says firmly. "We're going to get through this."

You want to nod your head. To trust his words because, isn't Bakugou always right? He is, isn't he? It's a universal law.

But it only makes you want to cry harder because when you hear those words, the words that cause you to feel all kinds of colourful emotions that you'd gladly let on display...

Your tears dry and your heart slows.

You feel nothing at all.

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So...I'm back :)

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Touch Chapter I

Okay, so just a Bakugou x reader I came up with on the fly, I’ll be posting updates as often as I can, but also no promises on how soon they’ll come out!

Apologies in advance for any spelling or grammer issues, I’m not that great with words.

Aizawa sighed in extreme tiredness, it was already late enough as it was (for him) and he didn’t want to be dealing with this more than he wanted to be.

Bakugou was sitting on the couch quivering in fuming anger.

Aizawa looked to the boy, and the other students who happened to be around him, Kirishima, Sero, and the rest of the ‘Bakusquad.’

Seeing all this commotion, he couldn’t help but sigh once again.

This was exhausting just standing in the same room.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “We’ve been told to keep you away from all contact with people. The minute you come into contact with bare skin, the quirk will activate.” He sighed. “So, no physical contact with anyone for the next 24 hours.”

Kirishima smiled down at Bakugou as he leaned against the couch, “Damn, sorry man, but I’m sure it’ll end up fine in the end.” He tried to reassure the angry blonde.

Kaminari smiled, “Right! You hate direct contact with anyone anyways!” he pointed out.

Sero pointed, “Not unless he’s fighting or threatening people, so I guess that’s gonna have to put on hold for a while.” He grinned.

Kaminari’s eyes sparkled, “That’s right!” he said with mischief in his voice.

Kirishima shook his head, “Don’t get any ideas, dude.” He said rubbing his head.

Bakugou growled and glared at Kaminari, “I can still blow you to hell without touching your pathetic ass!!” Bakugou screamed.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “Quiet down, all of you.” He said.

Bakugou stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets, “This is ridiculous, I’m going to bed.” He said stomping away.

Kirishima walked after Bakugou, “Hold up, Bakugou, we still gotta talk about how to handle this whole thing!” He called.

Bakugou turned his head to look over his shoulder, “I can figure this out on my own, just keep yourselves away from me!” he called.

You jumped down the stairs with a smile, “Mina! Wanna talk about what we’ve got planned tomorrow?” you called as you turned the corner the same time as Bakugou, Bakugou’s eyes widened in surprise.

Shit.

You, on impulse, accidently activated your quirk, setting up a wall to stop the two of you from colliding, but pushing the wall a little more forward, so that Bakugou bashed into it a lot more than if he had bumped into you.

You blinked in surprise, “Yikes, that was close.” You looked Bakugou up and down.

Bakugou’s glare intensified, “Look where you’re going, Bubble Brat.” He spat.

You glared at him through the transparent purple dusted and slightly sparkly wall.

You huffed, “It was one time! I put you in a stupid bubble one time! You have got to get over it!” you groaned and took the wall down, avoiding his touch. “I ought to be calling you ‘Bubble Boy Bakugou’, now that has a ring to it.” You said walking away.

Bakugou growled and stormed after you, “Like hell you will be!” he said.

You turned back around, “I’m sorry, you don’t control the way I talk, so, try the intimidation on someone else, Mister Bubbles.” You smirked.

Bakugou growled, “You looking for a fight? Huh?” he said in anger.

You stood there as Bakugou got close, trying to be intimidating, but you just stood there, “What if I am?” you said with a smile.

Bakugou growled down at you, but turned and walked away, “Whatever.” He said.

But as he turned, you rolled your eyes and managed to get in front of him, “Hey, chill out, I’m not going to actually call you that, Bubbles isn’t something I’d associate with you anyways, doesn’t really fit.” You said.

Bakugou just looked down at you then looked off to the side, “Whatever.” He said.

You smiled, “Such a grump as always, but somethings up.” You leaned to the side to glance past him at your other classmates.

You smiled at them, “Anyone want to tell me who pissed him off this time?” you asked.

Kirishima laughed, “Well, the thing is-”

Bakugou turned abruptly, “Nothing! No one!” he growled and pushed past you, oddly taking a moment to glance at your sleeved arms. “It’s none of your business.”

But as he was pushing past you, he accidentally caught your shoulder a little too roughly and pushed you off your feet.

Trying to steady yourself you went to fall forward, Bakugou reaching out to catch you.

You were caught mid-air, Bakugou had caught your hand, that you reached out to gasp on to anything that would obviously not be there.

Bakugou seemed to freeze in his hold of your hand, eyes wide as he stared at your bare hands that clutched each other.

You pulled yourself up, “Yikes, kinda your fault, but thanks for the good catch at least.” You said.

Bakugou was still frozen, his eyes not leaving your conjoined hands.

You lifted an eyebrow at the boy, turning to maybe gauge a reaction from the others.

Some of the boys had gotten out of there resting spots, thanks to the falling situation, in a panic, but they all too seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

You blinked, shaking your head. “I’m officially confused.”

You looked to the tired teacher who was also looking at your interlocked hands, the poor man seemingly more tired than ever before.

You tried to get your hand out of Bakugou’s, “You’re freaking me out, normally a girl would be happy about this, or a little terrified since it’s you, but you’re just freaking me out.” You said.

Bakugou’s eyes moved away from your hands to your eyes, still shocked and frozen in a near emotionless stare.

You glared, “Do I have to punch you with my free hand before you give me an answer?”

Bakugou’s face finally defrosted, melting into one of embarrassment and anger, so extremely red.

You froze now, almost terrified, “Something tells me…I’m in trouble.” You mumbled.

Bakugou blew up, “You idiot!!!” he screamed, holding up your clutched hands in front of you both. “Look what you’ve done!!”

You blanked, “…What?” you said with a confused very Kaminari-like smile.

Aizawa sighed, “Guess it’s too late. Now let’s discuss the problem that will unfortunately unravel from all of this.”

You looked at him, “What problem? What is with all this?” You shook your hand trying to get a clutching Bakugou off you, to no avail. “What the hell is happening!?”

 After sitting down in the living room, Bakugou next to you on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest in a huff, hand finally leaving yours.

You had frozen while listening to the explanation from your teacher.

Aizawa was too tired for this.

You cleared your throat and shook your hands in front of yourself, “Let me get this straight, this whole situation is because, this big dumb blonde knocked into some poor girl with a quirk that, and correct me if I’m wrong, ‘gives you attachment issues’?” you said. At the nod from your teacher you continued, “And the first person whose skin he touches within 24 hours, he becomes attached to and must be in their presence as well as share skin contact with them for a limited time a day? Or he becomes…” you shrugged your arms, “panicky?”

Aizawa nodded, “That sounds about right.” He said.

You blinked and smiled, “Well, isn’t that just something.” You turned to the boy next to you. “You are the most idiotic Bubble Bitch Bastard I’ve ever laid eyes on!” you yelled.

Bakugou glared at you, “What’d you say!? This is your fault!” he yelled.

You stood up, “You are delusional if you think you can blame this on me! You’re the one who smashed your unnecessarily big shoulders into some poor girl!”

Bakugou also stood, “You’re the one who fell and grabbed onto me!”

You got into his face, “After you, once again, used your big ass shoulders to push into me! And you’re the one who grabbed my hand!!”

Aizawa sighed, “Enough, it’s way too late for this. We’ll sort all of this out, but for now, you two are going to have to just learn to get along with each other.” He said. “Thanks to the situation, some things will be changed around to prevent unnecessary further problems.”

You swallowed your anger and looked to your teacher, “Things? Such as?” you asked.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “Bakugou won’t be able to go for long without being your presence and skinship, so to avoid Bakugou from freaking out, so to start, your desks will be put together, and during the day I expect you two to be civil with each other and suck it up for as long as needed.”

You cleared your throat, “How long are we talking here?” you asked.

Aizawa gave you a sour look, “It is undetermined of how long the quirk will last, but all we know is that it is temporary, we’ve been given a heads up that it should last up to a couple of weeks at least.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “At least? You’ve got to be kidding me!” he yelled.

You sat back down on the couch, rubbing at your face, “I guess there’s no point in getting too upset over this, whether we like it or not, this is happening.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself.

Bakugou grumbled and sat back on the couch next to you.

You glanced at the boy who seemed to be constantly glaring down at his feet, but you also noticed that he was sitting closer to you than he normally sat next to anyone.

You sighed, “Do we know how bad Bakugou’s…’panics’ would be?” you asked.

Bakugou huffed, “I’m sure that it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle.” He grumbled.

Aizawa sighed, “It’s not fully set in stone, apparently some people react worse than others.” The teacher looked to Bakugou. “I don’t have time for you to be putting on a brave face, you need to suck it up and accept help with this. I’m serious.” He said.

Bakugou huffed but didn’t respond.

You sighed, “So I’m supposed to be his personal….comfort…person?” you asked, struggling with words.

Aizawa looked at you, looked at the ground and back at you, “Okay, look, I know that this is a difficult situation. And I need to know, considering the circumstances of this quirk accident, that you, (Y/n), are okay with this situation.”

You blinked, “What?”

Aizawa sighed, “This is a quirk accident that has now involved you, and considering the affects, being in a physically involved situation, I’d like to hear from you that you would be okay with all this. And if you aren’t, you wont be forced into this situation.” He explained.

Looking down you licked your lips, and looked back up, “What happens to Bakugou if I say I’m not?” you asked.

Bakugou huffs yet again, “You don’t need to worry about me, I can handle myself.” He says.

You nudge him, “Common, this isn’t the time to be high and mighty. Please don’t right now.” You said.

Bakugou spares you a quick glance, but he just looks away again.

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck, “If you are uncomfortable with this, you will not be forced into it. We will figure out ways to keep Bakugo calm through his situation. Such as medications and such.”

You looked off to the side, picturing so many possibilities in your head about the situations Bakugou would be put into. And having medication shoved down your throat only to have it not always work was not something to constantly rely on.

You looked at Bakugou, sulking against the couch beside you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable to be so close to Bakugou, heck you guys fight a lot, but to you it’s all fun and games, most of the time anyways. You always felt that Bakugou felt the same, he was rough with you, but you didn’t necessarily see that as a bad thing.

Being close, as in skin to skin and physically dependant, it did seem a little freaky.

But you didn’t feel like it was overly bad or anything.

You took a steadying breath and looked to your teacher, “I’ll do it, it’s fine with me.” You said.

You felt Bakugou’s eyes on you, and just smiled.

Aizawa nodded, “You sure? You don’t have to do this.” He said.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m really okay with it.” You grinned at the boy. “When it’s all over he’ll have to owe me big time, haha!” you laughed.

Bakugou glared, “As if.” He said.

“This is going to be so weird.”

You looked over the back of the couch at some of your classmates and friends who stayed around for the whole thing.

You laughed some more, “How do you think I feel?”

Bakugou glared, “Laugh is up.” Bakugou stood, “I’m going to bed. Its too late for this crap.” He said.

As he went to walk away, he froze after a few steps.

You blinked at him, watching him as he tried to force himself to move forward, but he couldn’t seem to.

Opening your mouth in realization, you pointed at the frozen boy, “Don’t tell me that’s as far as you can get without-”

Bakugou swung around, red in the face with embarrassment, “Don’t say it!” he yelled.

You giggled a little, which seemed to only piss off the struggling boy.

He swung on his heals, and speed walked over to you, grabbing you by the  arm, and pulling you off the couch.

Your eyes widened, “Violence isn’t the answer!” you cried.

Bakugou glared, “First of all, yes, it is, second, I’m too tired for this, so let’s go already.”

You blinked, “What?”

 -chapter I finished-

Chapter II Link Here: https://at.tumblr.com/lilspidermonkey/bakugou-x-reader-touch-chapter-ii/28j0ojodj3dd

[needtoloveoutloud]

Came up with the funniest little side-plot (quirk accident) for SPPF and I shall be thinking about it for the next few weeks before falling asleep. What a joyous occasion. Really love that for me.

No idea if it'll be a One-Shot or if I'll include it in the main story (leaning towards main story rn — dorm era). Anyways, I love quirk accidents, you can gain so many situations from it?

Humor? Check.

Angst? Check.

Awkwardness? Check.

Comfort and Bonding? Check.

You can have it all, folks! And really, I love that MHA is a universe where those crazy situations (when properly explained) could actually happen, with loose canon compliance. Ah, the creative freedom. Chef's kiss. 😚👌

Writing and coming up with silly little things in my silly little brain is so much fun, what a nice form of escapism.

[puppyguppy]

You’re coherent – for the moment.

At least, you think you are. Which, you suppose, confirms the suspicion. The theory. Since you’re thinking in general. Lucidly so, and about something other than – emptyheatdeepneedfilledtouchtouchtouch –

You’re still warm, you still ache, and your head and insides still throb with the same pulse of your heart. Your head feels heavy. You’re sweating, and shaking still, but it feels like the crash of a fever. Something you’re familiar with, at least, at last. Your fingers and toes hurt from flexing and curling so much, into the sheets and into themselves. And you’re still so - so wet. In places you shouldn’t be, at least not naturally; not that any of this is natural, technically. Just some fucked up side effects from a quirk. Despite how saliva pools thick and copious between your tongue and teeth, your throat feels dry. Parched. Unsatisfied. Denied, like a desert is sometimes denied the promise of a monsoon. Not that you’d been promised anything.

Nothing more than your safety and security, anyway.

Which was actually pretty amazing. More than what most people would end up with in the same situation as you. More than what you could’ve ever expected. After all, it’s not like you’re dying, even if you feel like you are. Like you will. Not like, right now, not in this sudden, blissful second of reprieve, but. Soon. Soon. Especially if you don’t get something more than some easily eaten food and fitful sleep and sponge baths. They’d told you that the quirk could wear off anywhere between three to seven days. That that was the average, though some sweat it out quicker than others. You’re not sure what day it is. Or if it’s even been a day. Of course, there was an ‘antidote’. A so-called ‘cure’ for the quirk. A ‘remedy’. A quick fix. But, not for you. Because you are single. Single, and currently under the constant, careful watch of a Pro-Hero that’d been dubbed as one with the strongest self-control. And damn-near nonexistent sex-drive. Which was, you know. Fine. Great, even. For him. And really none of your business under any other circumstances. But. You’d been hit by a quirk that more or less sends you spiralling into a horny, hazy heat like some stray street cat. Basically, you just really want some dick. Need some dick. And, supposedly, said dick would fix you right up – if you could just get it. Alas.

They considered you too dangerous to be left on your own. Since you’re single and all. They figured that if they just dropped your ass back at your apartment that you might do something you’d later regret. Which was fair. You couldn’t consent, not confidently, not completely. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, this stupid quirk also, apparently, changes your biology. So, no matter what bits someone may or may not be rockin’, they could still end up…pregnant. And you definitely didn’t want to get pregnant. Don’t. Don’t want to get pregnant. So, you are grateful. For now. For the food and the water (when you can get it down), and the sponge baths and safe place to sleep. Since that’d also been a worry, what with how hard the quirk hit you; they’d been worried you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself while rolling through the waves. They’d been right. You’d probably be dead by now, were it not for them. Were it not for him. The Pro-Hero taking care of you. The one with unshakable self-restraint and a below zero libido. Supposedly. And long, dark, fluffy looking hair. Dark eyes, darker circles under those eyes, the shadow of stubble across his jaw…broad shoulders but lean muscles, more hair on his forearms and dusting down his knuckles, long thick fingers that only ever touch you through the filter of damp, cool fabric. Or, well, you think – maybe, maybe you remember him holding you up by the back of your head, or tilting your chin up, while you ate and drank, but it’s hard to say. You could’ve made that up. It could’ve been just one of many, many fantasies muddling your brain. Even now, they linger just on the outskirts of your thoughts, lapping at them like white noise but red. Like the Indian Ocean’s lowtide, just waiting for the right moment to swell again and drown you.

It’s crazy to think about, while you can. There are so many heroes, and yet, only one has been deemed safe enough to take care of you. As if any other wouldn’t, or couldn’t. As if it might be too much; the sight of you, the sound of you, the scent of you – whining and moaning, and writhing and crying, begging. Like they might take advantage of you, how much you think you want it, how much you think you need it, how you just might forget it. You don’t think you’re that irresistible, even under an influence such as this. Are heroes just that desperate? That greedy? Some of them, obviously. Yeah. Of course. But not this guy. Not Aizawa, who feeds you jelly pouches and bone broth, and wipes you down between fits and naps. Not Shouta, who stays an appropriate, responsible distance away from you unless absolutely necessary, and murmurs soothing nothings to you through the worst of your haze, your hunger. 

The ceiling above you is some shade of grey. As are the walls, and the bedset you’ve almost melted your way through. None of them are the same shade of grey, but the lack of color is oddly relaxing. It reminds you of overcast, of rain. Of a thunder outside of your head. You crave the cold drizzle of raindrops down your spine, the chilly whisper of words along your neck, the prickle of gooseflesh beneath a blooming bruise sucked spit-soaked into your skin and left to cool. Your stomach muscles quiver, and your next inhale is a bit of a soft choke, airways slightly suffocated by spit. It’s your body warning you; you’ve waded too close to the riptide again, and you’ve got no other choice but to get dragged under. You know you won’t actually drown. You know you won’t die, even if you don’t get dicked down. And yet, something akin to fear still spikes through your chest. You’re alone, and you don’t want to be alone, you’re empty, and it hurts, you want, you need, please, please – “Please - !” “Hey,” you’re not alone. Fingers skim through the perspiration over your forehead, four of them, like sturdy logs that create a liferaft out of the back of a hand. You’re floating again, breathing again, even if all the hero’s done is prolong the inevitable. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, and while he pulls his hand away, you catch the glint of your sweat on his skin, like dewy branches in the morning. Fleetingly, filthily, you wonder what would make them snap. What would make him snap. If anything at all, could it possibly be something like you? Someone like you? How’re you feeling? “I thought heroes were supposed to help people.” 

You’re pouting. You’re pissy, though that’d been unbeknownst to you until this very moment. You’d been – well. Better. Ish. Before Aizawa had started asking dumb questions. Like, how are you feeling? Like, how are you supposed to answer that? 

Aizawa heaves a sigh from where he stands at the bedside, arms crossed and shoulders slouched. He looked tired. More tired than when you'd met him. He’s not always in the room with you, but is he sleeping when he's not? 

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He tries again, with the patience and forgiveness of a saint. 

Yes? No? Maybe?

You're not sure.

So instead, you ask, “How long has it been?”

He blinks at you, as if startled by the question, and maybe that’s a reasonable reaction if this is the sanest you've sounded in –

“Four days, just about.” 

Fuck. 

So, this shit could wear off any time now. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Maybe it already is. Maybe that's why you can just barely keep up a decent conversation with the man. You hadn’t been lucky enough for three days, but maybe you won't have to make it through five. Hell, it’d probably be over now, if Aizawa just – your stomach clenches again, and this time, so do your fingers and toes. It's pleasure-pain, it's hot but hollow, and you have to force the sound from your throat into words through gritted teeth. 

“I’m close,” you warn him, like you might warn a partner that you're close to cumming. But you're not. Instead, it's coming, coming towards you with all the heat and weight of a steam engine. The blare of the horn is loud between your ears, harmonising with the desperation of your own scream. You pant in time with the rhythm of wheels over the tracks; the same tracks you're tied to, squirming against iron and rope. Of course, the train isn't real, but you are tied up. Bound to the bed by something between a ribbon and a rope. It squeezes you tight, just on the wrong side of right, just like your insides could be squeezing –

“Enough.”

He growls loud and low, and it rumbles through to your core like the color of the ceiling had cracked, while white streaks across your vision, blinding like lightning. You try to look at him, but it's hard to focus through the growing storm. Through the confusion and desire howling through your head, opposing winds of hot and cold – you need to get under. Under something, someone, safe – you need the tornado chased out from inside of you, forced out, you need the eye of your storm calmed with cock – it's ridiculous, humiliating, and the last shred of your sanity rips away with the sound of tearing fabric. 

Aizawa is no longer standing by the bed, but sitting on it. He’s looming over you, shoulders visibly rising and falling with the exertion of his breaths. Like it's suddenly hard for him to breathe, too. His hair obscures his eyes, the way it falls into his face, but his lips are parted. One hand is braced beside you, caving in the mattress, and the other is -

is wrapped around the handle of a knife. 

The blade of that knife, however, is plunged deep into the layers of the mattress, sheets creased right up against the hilt. His grip is white-knucked, and you should be scared. You should wonder where that knife came from, worry about what it is doing here, but. The only thing you feel is jealousy; the bed getting filled instead of you. And you’d settle for that blade right about now, because it'd be better than nothing. Better than your own fingers, and you wouldn't even care where it goes. Your throat, your chest, your stomach – between your eyes, between your ribs, between your legs. Your blood is just as wet as the rest of you. If you can't sweat this damn quirk out, and he won't fuck it out, maybe at least you can bleed it out. The quirk made you horny like a cat. It didn't grant you the nine lives of one. 

You tip your head back and moan like the neglected animal you are(n’t). Your eyes sting with the salt of sweat and tears. Wordlessly, you beg for that blade. Plead for him to plunge it inside of you, something surely much more satisfying than a mattress. When he starts to untie you, you think yes, yes, finally. His hands shake, his limbs like branches bending against the strength of your storm, and you realise – 

He’s affected. 

It shoots through you like a wildfire, and your heart stops, stomach drops, before you roll. Right onto your side, then your stomach, ass up. You're naked, have been since day one, but you haven't really considered that until now. And by considering it, you appreciate it, in pleased passing because it makes for easier access, and your brain purrs over the natural, animal state of it. In this position, fill me turns into breed me, and he’s…he’s off the bed and across the room again. You're alone again, all alone and empty, sharing the bed with a stupid knife. You’re crying, frustrated and damn near delirious, nuzzling your face into a pillow as if you can rub the quirk out that way. You can’t. And he won’t. But…you lift your head and peek at that blade through a bleary eye. Your body then moves on its own, guided by each silent syllable of thought in your brain, and before you're even fully aware of it, not that you're really aware of anything right now, you’re poised above that blade. Up on your knees, thighs spread and shaking, you’re dripping; and again, before you slowly sink yourself down onto the handle, you wonder if this will make him snap. It settles inside you lukewarm and stiff, but easy, and you clench around it like a cat’s teeth in a canary's neck. It's yours now. Your knife. And you have every intent to ride it for all it's worth, until you collapse and pass out, but before you get the chance, everything stills.

It leaves you reeling.

You almost topple over, but brace yourself with a hand against the bed. The abrupt silence within yourself leaves your ears ringing. You can't believe it – you don't believe it. That it's all over, just like that. You're still shaking, still panting. Still sore, and still seated on the handle of a knife, but you feel…fine? You blink, and then you sniffle a little, before finally looking around you, and –

“You with me?” 

Aizawa's hair is standing up on end, and his eyes are glowing. Red, red, just like the color you've been feeling. It's like he's looking through you, inside of you, and it makes you shiver. You're not sure what's happening, or how his hair is doing that – moving, but you nod.

“Good. This is my quirk. I haven't used it on you yet because it only works as long as I don't blink, and I didn't want to tease you with it. I can't completely erase the quirk’s side effects, but I can momentarily ease them. Do you understand?”

You nod again, but your gut twists with a little bit of anger. You understand, but you wish he would've done this sooner. Like, maybe before you decided a knife made a decent enough dildo.

“Okay. I'm going to have to blink soon, but before I do – would you like to ride something better than my knife?”

Your eyes widen as, for the first time in days, you finally feel shame again. A blush burns all the way down to your toes.

“With the quirk’s effects currently paused, I’ll consider whatever answer you give me to be coherent. And consensual, depending.”

You should just say yes. You don't need to say yes, you know you don't. But, you want to say yes, even now, with a mostly clear head. But, you don’t say yes.

You say, “Do you want me to ride something better than your knife?”

His voice doesn't crack, it snaps. Like a twig beneath a hunter’s boot, eyes glued to his prey. His hair flutters back down around his face, leaves returning to a tree. 

You hold still, hold your breath.

And wait to be shot.

“Please.”

[larabeedrawin]

When you walk in on your sleep paralysis demon

For Monstrous Devotion and the 2023 @bakudekubigbang. This story is delicious and full of monster-loving goodness but please mind the tags 🌙

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 10 - Take control

Hitoshi is enjoying one of his rare days off. He hasn’t made it out of bed yet, even though it’s well into the afternoon and he honestly would like to keep it that way. 

Except it seems that life has other plans for him because his phone starts to ring.

There are only three numbers who would go through like that: work, Aizawa and Bakugo and Hitoshi honestly doesn’t want to deal with anyone today, but there’s no way he’s blowing either of those three off.

He stretches with a groan, almost fumbling his phone as he reaches for it but when he sees that it’s Aizawa, he sits a bit straighter.

Aizawa never calls him unless it’s important—really important—and so he accepts the call.

“What is it?” Hitoshi greets him with because Aizawa doesn’t care for niceties on the phone, he usually just wants to get the call behind him as fast as possible and Hitoshi is inclined to indulge him.

He, too, hates phone calls. 

“I sent you a location and you need to come in immediately. Bakugo has been hit with a quirk, we need you here.”

Hitoshi takes a moment to digest that.

“Explain,” he then simply says and he can almost imagine the annoyed face Aizawa makes, but Hitoshi thinks he deserves a few more words.

Bakugo has been hit with a quirk? They need him specifically? None of this makes any sense, because Bakugo does not get hit by quirks and there is very little Hitoshi can actually do.

“He can’t control his quirk anymore. We need you to come in and take over for a moment,” Aizawa says and Hitoshi frowns.

“Can’t you just erase his quirk and the one he was hit with?”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end that lets Hitoshi know that Aizawa is pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment but he couldn’t care less.

“I tried that and while it does erase Bakugo’s quirk it does nothing for the one that has him out of control. We think some switch in his brain was flipped.”

“Put him to sleep then, Midnight is on call tonight, isn’t she?”

“How do you think we got him into a secure location, kid? It doesn’t work. We need you to come in and try. Besides, Bakugo asked for you, so get going.”

“Bakugo asked for me?” Hitoshi breathes out because that is—surprising. 

Sure, they are—friends, almost, Hitoshi would dare to say, but Bakugo has always been very clear on where he stands with Hitoshi’s quirk. Meaning, he thinks it’s incredibly well suited for the work Hitoshi does but he doesn’t want to have it used on him, ever. He even underlined that with a death threat or five and since Hitoshi is not going around brainwashing people randomly, it hasn’t been that hard to adhere to Bakugo’s rules.

So this takes him by surprise now.

“He did, now get going, Hitoshi. I expect you here in twenty.”

Twenty minutes is exactly the time it would take Hitoshi to get to the location Aizawa had indeed sent him already and Hitoshi feels kind of annoyed by the assumption that he’s at home.

“I could be out, you know,” he mutters and Aizawa huffs out a laugh.

“You could be but I know you, kid. It’s your day off, you’re still in bed and haven’t moved all day. Twenty minutes,” Aizawa reminds him and then simply hangs up and Hitoshi is taken aback by how well Aizawa still knows him.

Still, Hitoshi doesn’t like assumptions being made about him, so just out of spite, he takes three extra minutes to get dressed before he goes down and gets his bike. By the time he arrives at the location, exactly twenty-three minutes have passed and Aizawa lets him know just how displeased he is by that when he greets him with his eyes red and his hair flying.

“Yeah, yeah, traffic, you know,” Hitoshi waves him off and then follows him when Aizawa leads him deeper into what seems to be an agency.

Bakugo’s maybe? It would explain why they have a room that’s apparently explosion proof but Hitoshi never paid that much attention to agencies. His own is moving locations constantly and not even he knows where they are at all times, so he hardly has time to keep track of anyone else’s.

“In there,” Aizawa says when he comes to a stop in front of a door. 

The room must be soundproof because Hitoshi can only barely make out the sound of explosions and he looks at Aizawa with wide eyes.

“You want me to just go in there? He’s going to explode me.”

“He’s not going to explode you,” Aizawa sighs out and he sounds weary like Hitoshi hasn’t heard him in a long time. “He has enough awareness to not aim his quirk at people but he can’t stop the explosions. And his body is not made to withstand that many in such a short amount of time. It’s starting to hurt him. Go in there and get him to stop.”

"Your quirk didn't work. What makes you think mine will? What if I take control and as soon as I let him go he goes off again?" Hitoshi asks because he's been thinking about this the entire way.

"That's where your new trick comes in," Aizawa carelessly says and Hitoshi's eyebrows shoot up.

It's only been recently that he found out that he is able to give something like a sleeper command, meaning if he plants it deep enough, with specific triggers, he can make people do what he wants even when they are no longer under his control.

That tidbit had been on a strict need-to-know basis so far and there are currently only two people who know about it: Aizawa because he was the one Hitoshi tested that one on, and his boss.

Who made him sign almost a dozen NDA's which is ridiculous, considering this is Hitoshi's own quirk.

"I'm supposed to keep that under wrap."

"He's one of the top three. We need him. You do what you have to to make him stop," is Aizawa's almost heartless answer and Hitoshi rolls his eyes at him.

“Wow, you make it sound real easy,” Hitoshi grumbles but he does reach for the door and one moment later it feels as if his eardrums are being blown out because Bakugo’s explosions are loud, especially in a small room. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Hitoshi yells over the cacophony, praying to every god he knows that Bakugo even hears him, and he was not prepared for the way Bakugo’s head whips around, his face lighting up with something akin to hope.

“Fucking finally,” Bakugo spits out and Hitoshi doesn’t hesitate to take control of him. 

Who knows when he’ll get another chance and this is what he’s here for, after all.

The effect is immediate. Bakugo’s eyes cloud over, his posture relaxes and his quirk falls away, leaving only blessed silence behind. 

That is not what makes Hitoshi stumble in surprise though. 

He has experience with his quirk, he has put all manners of people under in his line of work and he knows how it feels to have someone under his control. Most are really fucking furious, fighting his control as hard as they can; some are scared or downright terrified. A few notable exceptions have been mildly curious (Midoriya and Denki) which was fair considering they had asked to be put under and during training with Aizawa there was only indifference. 

With Bakugo it’s not the sense of relief he’s met with that throws him off, because honestly, that was to be expected, but it’s the way Bakugo’s mind is completely relaxed, almost throwing himself into Hitoshi’s control and the only other thing he gets from Bakugo is complete and utter comfort.

It’s unheard of, and Hitoshi completely blames that on his graceless stumble.

“Everything okay?” Aizawa asks, having come in as soon as the explosions stopped and Hitoshi forces himself to straighten up again.

“Yeah. I got him,” he needlessly says as he points at an unmoving Bakugo.

“Clearly,” Aizawa drily says and if his eyes wouldn’t hurt him so much all the damn time, Hitoshi knows he’d be rolling them right about now. “Can you feel what the quirk is doing to him?”

Hitoshi remembers that there’s actually a mission for him to complete and he focuses. He accesses the part of the brain where the quirk sits and yeah, something is definitely there. Hitoshi closes his eyes to better concentrates as he prods and pokes something that feels like a lever having been switched but he can’t get it to move again.

“Something is blocking his ability to shut his quirk off but I can’t undo it,” Hitoshi admits and Aizawa hums.

“Tell him to not use his quirk and then release him. Let’s see if that helps.”

“Do not use your quirk,” Hitoshi tells Bakugo right before he lets go of him and it takes Bakugo two blinks to fully come back to himself. 

He doesn’t seem as confused as most of Hitoshi’s victims do and he doesn’t even glare at Hitoshi. In fact, he’s not looking at him at all.

“Fuck,” Bakugo whispers out, clenching and unclenching his hands and now that no more explosions are going off Hitoshi can see how red and irritated they already are.

Bakugo would have probably burned off his own hands if he kept going like this.

“Can you access your quirk at all?” Aizawa asks and Bakugo opens his hands, a look of concentration on his face but nothing happens. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“It’s like the exact opposite feeling from before,” Bakugo admits. “I couldn’t stop before and now I can’t even start.”

“Okay, so this doesn’t work long-term. Did the block feel like something that would dissipate over time?” Aizawa directs his question at Hitoshi who shakes his head.

“Didn’t seem like it. Can’t the person who did this to you undo it?”

“I was just about to grab him when he hit me with his quirk,” Bakugo says and Hitoshi winces, because that means the guy most likely exploded himself, so to speak.

“Dead?”

“In an artificial coma for now,” Aizawa states and then sighs. “He’s not an option.”

“Great, so I am either useless now because I can’t use my quirk, or I’m a danger to everyone because I can’t control it. Fucking perfect,” Bakugo hisses and Hitoshi rolls his eyes at his antics.

“Thanks for remembering that I’m still right here,” he mockingly says and for the first time since Hitoshi released him, Bakugo’s eyes snap to him.

“And what are you going to do?”

“Aren’t you curious to find out?” Hitoshi taunts him and of course Bakugo bites like Hitoshi knew he would.

“You fucking—” Hitoshi takes control of him again, not even letting him finish his sentence and Aizawa eyes him curiously.

“Only use your quirk when you want to,” Hitoshi says, ignoring the feeling of Bakugo’s mind almost snuggling up in Hitoshi’s quirk, instead concentrating on planting that command as deep as he can and he releases him just as quickly as he had taken control of him.

“What the fuck,” Bakugo hisses but Hitoshi only motions towards his hands.

“Can you use your quirk?” he asks and pretends it doesn’t hurt when Bakugo glares at him, but doesn’t verbally reply.

Instead he raises his hands and just like that a small explosion goes off. 

“Does it feel different?” Aizawa asks and Bakugo shakes his head. 

“No, it’s like it’s always felt. What the fuck did you order me to do?”

“To only use your quirk when you want to. You’re welcome, asshole.”

“Kids,” Aizawa breathes out, and then turns on his heel and simply walks out of the room, leaving Hitoshi and Bakugo behind in an awkward silence.

“Right,” Hitoshi mutters after a very long minute. “If that is all, then I’ll—” he points over his shoulder, with every intention of simply walking away, but to his surprise Bakugo stops him.

“You’re not going to ask?”

“Do you—want me to ask?” Hitoshi carefully gives back, because Bakugo seems distinctly uncomfortable and for all that Hitoshi is an asshole who likes to antagonise people, he doesn’t like to make them look like that.

“Not particularly,” Bakugo presses out and Hitoshi shrugs.

“Then I’ll just leave, if it’s all the same to you.”

“If you dare to make fun of me—” Bakugo hisses at him and his palm sparks in that threatening way he likes to use.

“For what? Feeling comfortable in my quirk? Yeah, that really is something to make fun of,” Hitoshi sarcastically says and then sighs. “Listen, I—can’t claim to know why you’d feel that way when you made it abundantly clear that you do not want to be brainwashed by me ever, but I’m not going to make fun of you for it. In fact, I’m not even going to mention it ever again. We can just pretend this never happened.”

Hitoshi is prepared to do that, because Bakugo’s shoulders are still tense and he still has that horribly uncomfortable look on his face, but he also has to admit that he’s going to mind. Very much. He would love to find out why Bakugo feels like that when he uses his quirk on him and there is no way in hell Hitoshi is going to stop thinking about this, but he will not bring it up again.

“I trust you,” Bakugo says even though it sounds more like someone pulled the words straight out of his mouth. “There’s all this anger and frustration in me but if you’re also in there I don’t have to worry about that. I just have to—lean in, and it’ll be fine.”

There’s a lot Hitoshi wants to say to that but what he blurts out is “How do you even know that when I’m never allowed to brainwash you?”

Hitoshi thinks it must be the lightning in the room, because there’s no way that Bakugo is blushing at that question.

“You brainwashed me once in our second year. I—haven’t stopped thinking about it since,” he admits, burying his face in his hands and it’s only when he hisses in pain that Hitoshi remembers the states of his palms.

“Stop that, you idiot,” he immediately says and steps close enough to wrap his hands around Bakugo’s wrists so he can pull his hands away and inspect them. “You need some first aid for this,” he decides, because there are a few blisters already and they need to get this looked at.

“If you dare to make fun of me, I’ll kill you,” Bakugo says, but there’s no heat behind it and so Hitoshi snorts, which only makes Bakugo bristle in outrage.

“Bakugo, do you even have any idea what it feels like to have someone trust me like that in my quirk? The best I usually get is indifference and that’s only when it’s like a training exercise. This, this was—” Hitoshi doesn’t actually know how to describe the feeling and so he helplessly trails off.

“I could feel it,” Bakugo admits, his voice barely audible even in the scant space between them and it takes Hitoshi by surprise.

“What?” That’s not usually how this goes, no one has ever mentioned that before and he’s reasonably sure that Aizawa would have if he had been able to feel Hitoshi like that. 

But maybe it’s all in the way Bakugo leaned into Hitoshi’s quirk, because that is certainly something no one has ever done before.

“You were surprised, but—you didn’t hate it, or whatever,” Bakugo grumbles out and it’s so ridiculous and so far off the mark that it makes Hitoshi laugh.

“Or whatever,” he agrees. “Just like you don’t mind being mind-controlled by me, or whatever.” 

It seems like Bakugo wants to argue with him about this some more, but in all honesty, Hitoshi is still a little stuck on the way Bakugo trusts him and when he realises that he wouldn’t mind doing it again—no matter if Bakugo can feel his own emotions or not—he realises that he trusts Bakugo just as much.

“Here’s the plan,” Hitoshi decides and squeezes Bakugo’s wrists once before he lets go of him. “We get your hands looked at and then I take you out for whatever food is appropriate at this hour.” Hitoshi has actually no clue what time it is anymore. “Or we forget all about it and never talk about it once we step outside this room. Your choice.”

It’s a big risk and Hitoshi is not usually into emotionally charged moments, but he feels as if one of them has to take this step. Yeah, they are friendly, friends even, but Hitoshi had always been under the impression that their flirting was unserious enough on both their sides, but maybe Hitoshi had that all wrong.

He wouldn’t mind it if he did but it’s on Bakugo now.

Hitoshi thinks that Bakugo is going to blow him off when he stays quiet for too long but then Bakugo’s red eyes meet his and Hitoshi knows his answer.

“Better get fucking going then,” he decides and pushes Hitoshi towards the door. “We’re going to eat super spicy, because today has sucked ass for me, so I get to have this.”

Hitoshi bites his tongue just in time to swallow his response back, because telling Bakugo that he gets to have whatever the hell he wants today might open up doors Hitoshi is not quite ready for, so he simply nods, even as he mentally waves his taste buds goodbye.

“Alright, hands first, and then lead the way,” Hitoshi simply says as he allows Bakugo to push him around and he can’t quite deny the way his stomach swoops when Bakugo grins sharply at him.

“Oh, I will,” Bakugo promises him and Hitoshi swallows heavily.

He has no idea what the hell he just got himself into, but he is kind of thankful that Aizawa made him leave his bed today. 

[andydona-chan]

Katsuki knocked on the door, feeling nervous and trying not to give into the urge to just turn around and go back to... No, it was fien, he was fine, everything was, then, happiness would bloom in his chest, and a genuine smile would keep him grounded. He could do this.

His father opened the door, surprised at first but then smiled widely at him and stepped aside.

"Katsuki, it's been so long, what a nice surprise"

"Hey Dad, is the Hag here?" He said smiling as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Yes, I was about to call her down for a break in a minute. Is everything okay, son?"

"Uhm... yes, everything is fine, just... You know how you told me that I could come talk with you when I had... feelings for some girl...?"

"Oh... is that it?" His father asked, and Katsuki gave a slight nod, ignoring his gaze. "Let me call your mother, why don't you get us some tea started?" Katsuki noted again, looking straight to the floor with his lips pursed in an attempt to hide his blush and expression.

Massaru took only a couple of minutes to come back with his mother while he was looking at the fire on the stove with a soft smile on his face.

His mother went up and sat up next to him, and Katsuki smiled up at her, for once, neither was screaming at the other. However, Katsuki only took a deep breath and prepared to speak once his father sat up on the other side of the table.

"I never thought I would be having this conversation with you. At all. Ever!" He said with his usual tone only to smile and run a hand down his face. "This wasn't something... it was so unexpected, I... It happened so fast I may never recover..." their parents shared a look expectantly.

Katsuki looked at them and then pulled a few recently printed photographs from his pocket. Unable to contain his smile he placed them on the table.

"Her hair is a mess..." Katsuki felt his voice break and his eyes water, his parents took the photographs in their hands and gasped. "She has these pink cheeks that are so... and her eyes!"

"Such beautiful green eyes, Katsuki! No wonder you fell so hard already!" Said his mother slapping his shoulder. They spoke for a few more minutes, during which they drank a couple of cups of tea, Katsuki was being so direct and felt so happy, his parents had rarely seen him like that, by the end of the conversation the three of them had tears on their faces.

"She's beautiful, son. When can we meet her?" Asked his father, wiping his own tears away.

Katsuki laughed and wiped his eyes, patting the photographs on the table to signal they would remain there. "Visiting hours start in about an hour, so we can go now if you want. But I'm pretty sure they'll discharge them by the end of the day."

"Inko must be over the moon!"

"She was surprisingly alright. There was a moment when she and Izuku were crying so much I thought we would have a problem, but right before I left, she was taking care of everything already"

"Congratulations on becoming a father, son. Even if the conception was out of the ordinary, I'm so happy you're both happy."

"Life keeps giving me these f*king surprises, first Izuku, then this... I mean, I'm not complaining because it's bad, it's really good but..." Katsuki felt himself tear up again, and he looked at his mother. "How did I ever deserve this Mom?"

"You love winning, right Katsuki? This is a form of winning, too. We live in a world where everything is possible, but I think you, winning a family, more than triumph is a gift, you deserve happiness, son."

Massaru picked up their empty cups and then stood up. "I guess we need to anticipate the wedding plans, maybe use it for a naming ceremony too"

Katsuki groaned and buried his face in his hands again, but then laughed. Then the three of them stood up and made their way to Katsuki's car.

If anyone had told Katsuki that morning that during his and Izuku's patrol, the nerd was going to be hit with a pregnancy quirk that would create a baby from his current partner within the following 12 hours, he would have punched that person and laugh at the absurdity. But here he was, at the end of the day, suddenly in love with a little girl that was fruit if said quirk...

Life was ridiculous...

[linoopse]

quirk accident??

[actingphilosoph]

I really don’t have an explanation for this one, I’ll be honest