#quirk accident

[habken]

more barkugou quirk accident doodles

[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.

[kyusen0]

de-aging quirks my favourite trope

[dudeijustsawaplane]

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

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of MHA 2024 Day 19 - I knew his gentle eyes

Shouta is content. Happy even, stretched out on the couch like he is, with no pressing matter to attend to for the rest of the weekend and Hizashi laying on top of him.

It’s a good place to be  in, the best, really, because Hizashi is just the right weight to press Shouta into the couch and he thinks if he could, he’d happily dissolve in a little puddle of goo.

Except for how Hizashi’s pointy chin is digging into his sternum and even with his eyes closed Shouta can feel him staring at him.

“What are you doing?” he grumbles out because he was comfortable, thank you very much, and now Hizashi is doing something that means Shouta doesn’t get to be a floaty ball of happiness.

It’s rather rude, in his opinion.

“Looking at you,” Hizashi gives back, and Shouta can practically feel his eyes drag over the planes of his face, right before Hizashi ghosts the tips of his fingers over that very same path.

“There’s nothing to see,” Shouta says and cracks one eye open and almost wishes he didn’t because that look of utter adoration on Hizashi is hard to take, still, even after all these years.

“There’s you,” Hizashi replies, as if that would mean anything and Shouta sighs, feels Hizashi move with the expanding and deflating of his chest and really, it could have been a great afternoon but now Hizashi got him thinking.

“And what’s so great about looking at me?” Shouta can’t help but to ask.

“Well, excuse me for liking to look at my beloved husband,” Hizashi says, and digs in his chin a bit more, making Shouta grumble in displeasure.

“But there’s nothing to look at,” Shouta still complaints, because he can’t not, “I’m not—” Beautiful like you, he doesn’t say because he knows how Hizashi gets when Shouta has one of his rare bouts of insecurity, but still.

It’s true anyway, because there hasn’t been a more beautiful person than Hizashi, not in Shouta’s very right opinion and sometimes—very rarely—Shouta wonders what someone like Hizashi is even doing with someone like him.

He doesn’t voice that thought though, because he knows better by now and all their years of marriage and the way Hizashi still dotes on him like he did back in high school speak their own language anyway.

“Shouta,” Hizashi sighs out because of course he damn well knows what Shouta was going to say but Shouta shakes his head.

“Just for a second, humor me, Hizashi,” he says and reaches out to card his fingers through Hizashi’s hair. It’s soft, like silk and Shouta thinks he could happily spend the rest of his days just doing this.

“Fine. What is it?”

“What do you love most about me?” Shouta asks and he doesn’t often indulge things like this, but maybe hearing Hizashi lay it out for him will help, at least today.

“You’re being stupid,” Hizashi mutters and cups Shouta’s cheek in his hand. “Because I love all of you. It’s a package deal.”

It’s not what Shouta wants to hear but Hizashi clearly must know because before Shouta can even say something, Hizashi’s thumb comes up to swipe at the dark, permanent circles under Shouta’s eyes.

“But if I absolutely have to pick one feature right now, it’s your eyes,” he says and stares right at Shouta in a way that makes it feel as if he’s gazing into the very soul of him.

“My—eyes,” Shouta flatly repeats because that’s hardly what he expected Hizashi to say.

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to explain that one?” Shouta asks when Hizashi only continues to gaze at him and Hizashi huffs out a little laugh.

“Fishing for compliments, are we?”

“Not really,” Shouta denies, “it’s just—my eyes are hardly something to love. Have you seen my eyebags?”

“Every day,” Hizashi says with a slight nod and his thumb continues to stroke that very same skin they are talking about. “But it’s not that; yeah, you look tired and you glare at your surroundings more than anything but above all, the look in your eyes is kind. You care, so much, about everything you see and it shows in your eyes. They are gentle and kind and concerned and I love that.”

Shouta is speechless. His eyes have been described as a number of things, mostly by the villains he just subdued, and none of what Hizashi has said was ever among them.

“You’re crazy,” Shouta finally breathes out because what else is there to say but Hizashi only gives him a blinding—and slightly deranged—smile.

“Crazy for you, absolutely,” he shoots back without missing a beat and Shouta rolls his eyes at his corniness.

“Absolutely deranged,” he continues and groans in pain when Hizashi purposefully digs his chin into his sternum.

“And you love me.” Hizashi narrows his eyes in warning at Shouta, as if he could ever lie about that.

“So much,” Shouta softly agrees and just like that Hizashi settles down again.

“Like you should,” he contentedly says. “Because I love you, too, just as much.”

Shouta nuzzles his cheek into Hizashi’s hand at that and goes boneless again because yes, he knows Hizashi loves him and he also knows his doubts have no place here, so he settles down once more, contend to be right where he is.

~*~*~

Shouta sprints across U.A.’s hallways, a constant loop of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi running in his mind and he thinks if he’d ever spontaneously develop the ability to teleport himself it would be right now. He doesn’t though, so it takes him another minute to arrive at Recovery Girls office and when he barges into the room he’s met with Nezu and Nemuri.

“Where is he?” Shouta pants out and Nemuri points at the door to the contingency room Recover Girl has in her office in which people can be quarantined if they have unforeseen quirk accidents.

Just like Hizashi is now.

“Let me in,” Shouta demands, before he’s even really stepped up to the door but Nemuri steps in his way, preventing him to get closer.

“No,” she decisively says and Shouta eyes the whip in her hand.

“Get out of the way, Nem,” he quietly says but she stands her ground.

“Perhaps it’s best to wait for now,” Nezu chimes in as well now and Shouta has half a mind to pick him up and shake him like a snow globe.

“My husband is in there,” Shouta says and points at the door, which remains firmly closed.

“Right now, he isn’t,” Nemuri says with a sigh and drags a hand over her face. “Do you even know what happened?”

“Quirk accident,” Shouta snaps out because that is all he needed to know before sprinting here and he doesn’t care for the details one bit.

“He was hit with a quirk that made him go feral,” Nezu says. “It’s unfortunate that the student in possession of this quirk can’t undo it.”

“Feral,” Shouta slowly repeats and shakes his head in confusion. “Feral how?” he asks, even though his hands itch with the need to get in that room and check on Hizashi.

“Feral like a wild beast,” Nemuri says. “He tried to rip my throat out. With his teeth, Shouta. You can’t go in there.”

“If it was a quirk, I should. I can probably undo it.”

“Unlikely, and we’re not risking it,” Nezu immediately says. “The quirk wears off after twenty-four to seventy-two hours. We will simply wait it out.”

“You want to keep my husband in there, alone, for up to three days?” Shouta practically seethes and he thinks he might just go feral if he isn’t allowed to see Hizashi in the next five minutes.

“Shou, you don’t understand—” Nemuri tries to say, but Shouta flares his eyes at her.

“I think you don’t understand, Nemuri.” His voice spits absolute venom but Nemuri doesn’t back down.

“He’s not aware. He doesn’t even know who he is at the moment, let alone that he has a husband. We had to slap quirk suppressing cuffs on him, because he kept growling with his quirk activated. My own quirk barely works on him! I just managed to put him to sleep for long enough to get him in here and to put the cuffs on him and you think you can just strut in there and things will be fine?”

“Yes,” Shouta simply replies because that is not even a question.

That’s Hizashi they are talking about. Of course things will be fine.

“Either you move or I’ll make you,” Shouta threatens, his hair already floating slightly as he fixes his eyes on Nemuri.

The grip on her whip tightens, but before either of them can move, Nezu steps in the way.

“We will allow you to go in there,” he says and he goes on before Nemuri can even protest. “But—and this is non-negotiable—Kayama will subdue him when he attacks you and then you’re out. You can monitor his condition from out here and we’ll see if we can get a communication device in there but you will not be allowed back in.”

“If he attacks me,” Shouta coldly corrects him because it rankles him that Nezu seems to think this a foregone conclusion.

Shouta sneers at Nemuri when she looks with pity at him, and he pushes past her when she’s not quick enough to step out of the way.

“I decide when you use your quirk on him. Until I give you the go-ahead, you stay the hell out of this,” he tells them and then simply wrenches the door open, stepping in before one of them can say anything else.

Hizashi was pacing the wall before Shouta stepped into the room but now his head swivels around to him and it’s so uncannily animalistic that a sliver of fear slips down Shouta’s spine.

He doesn’t let it deter him though, because what kind of husband would he be if he did, and so he splays out his hands, shows that he’s unarmed and not here to fight.

“Hizashi, it’s me,” he softly says and doesn’t allow himself to startle when Hizashi starts to growl at him. “Don’t you know your husband?”

The growling doesn’t stop, though Hizashi doesn’t jump him like Shouta expected him to. Instead he slowly creeps closer, and there’s something curious in the tilt of his head, something that gives Shouta hope that Hizashi does know him after all, even like this.

“Hizashi,” Shouta breathes out, cautiously holding out a hand for Hizashi and he half expects him to snap at him, but nothing of the sort happens.

Hizashi steadily comes closer, until he’s practically right in Shouta’s face and he tilts his head this way and that, his eyes fixed on Shouta’s and Shouta doesn’t dare to so much as breathe in fear of setting Hizashi off.

He really shouldn’t have worried though, because Hizashi makes a whining sound high at the back of his throat and then nuzzles Shouta’s cheek, before his eyes roll backwards and he collapses where he stands.

“Hizashi!” Shouta yells out, catching him before he can hit the ground and the door flies open as Recovery Girls comes in. “What is happening?”

She quickly checks Hizashi over, having to work around Shouta’s hands and arms because he’s unwilling to let go of him and he only slightly relaxes when she slaps a big kiss on Hizashi’s forehead.

“It seems the quirk has run its course,” she then declares and pats Hizashi’s cheek before she does the same to Shouta’s. “He’ll wake soon. There is nothing medically wrong with him.”

Shouta lets out a relieved breath at that and picks Hizashi up, carrying him over to one of the infirmary beds to gently deposit him there.

“That was incredibly stupid,” Nemuri says as she watches all of that happen. “And dangerous.”

“And I was right, wasn’t I?” Shouta snaps at her, because she tried to keep him from Hizashi and it will be a while until he can forgive her that.

“You were,” Nezu allows, though his voice holds no hint of apology. “Now we’ll have to see what he’s like when he wakes up.”

“When who wakes up?” Hizashi asks and every head in the infirmary flies around to him, which makes the smile on his face widen. “Surprise.”

Shouta huffs out a breath and leans in to press a lingering kiss to Hizashi’s temple, before he takes his chin in his hand and glares at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Peachy,” Hizashi gives back, throwing up a finger gun for good measure, too.

“Do you remember what happened?” Nezu wants to know next and Hizashi wrinkles his nose.

“I do. Sorry, Nem. I didn’t mean to come after you like that.”

“Right,” Nemuri says, clearly unconvinced but she only slightly shakes her head. “Good to have you back.”

“What did bring you back?” Nezu asks, curious as ever and Shouta has half a mind kicking him out of the room, just so they can have some peace.

“Shou.”

“What? But all you did was stare at him,” Nemuri complaints and Hizashi smiles softly at Shouta.

“Yeah, but I knew his gentle eyes. I would know them anywhere.”

“Gentle,” Nezu repeats, clearly baffled by that description while Nemuri makes a gagging sound.

“You two are absolutely sickening,” she huffs out and whirls around on her heels. “I’m done here. Take your disgusting marriage somewhere else.”

“Aw, but the bed is right here,” Hizashi whines out, clearly much to Nezu’s and Nemuri’s horror, because both flee the room without a look back and Shouta laughs.

Hizashi certainly has a talent, clearing out a room like that.

“You’d know them anywhere, huh?” Shouta asks, because he has to and to his delight Hizashi goes slightly red in the face.

“I told you, Shou,” he whines out, even as he pulls him in for a kiss. “I told you before that I love your eyes.”

Shouta remembers that conversation well, because the words stick to him like glue and while he has never had any reason to doubt Hizashi, he can’t deny that he kept thinking about it. It simply made no sense to him, but it’s more than clear now that Hizashi really hadn’t been lying.

“And I love you,” he simply gives back, pulling Hizashi into a hug because the fear and worry still lingers.

“I love you, too,” Hizashi mutters into his shirt and Shouta thinks that’s more than apparent, if simply gazing at his eyes can snap him out of a quirk.

Still, it’s always nice to hear Hizashi say it.

[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?!"

[pondguppie]

fic rec friday Ꮺ

❝ BONAFIDE ❞ | sapphicflower

🏷 my hero academia

🏷 midoriya izuku/katsuki bakugou

🏷 8,292 w.c. | complete | 1 chapter

🏷 teen | no archive warnings apply

🏷 ❝ When Katsuki gets hit by a Quirk that manifests his deepest romantic fantasy into physical form, a lookalike Izuku Midoriya springs into existence and doesn't leave Katsuki's side. Izuku, the poor guy, has no idea what's going on. Honestly, is it a real Valentine's Day if a good old fashioned Love Quirk accident isn't involved? ❞

Ꮺ mama in a world of bkdk angst this is like a liferaft. it is so unbelievably precious and the author takes such good care of the characters. also, it's SUCH a cool concept!! absolutely gorgeous. stunning. i love love.

Ꮺ 02

[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.

---

So...I'm back :)

[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.

[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 🌙

[linoopse]

quirk accident??

[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]

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 chubby 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...

[becksycosmo]

A new comic: Aizawa’s Amazing, Terrible Day!!

Featuring Class 1A shenanigans, quirk accidents, cats!

Part 1 (part 2 coming soon!)