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scarlet-traveler · 1 year ago

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Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 31: Quirk Accident! This is 6.6k so if you'd rather read on AO3 check it out here, otherwise carry on!

The first thing he noted as he slowly regained consciousness was his splitting headache. He wasn’t sure where it was originating, his head was just pounding, throbbing with each beat of his heart, and a soft moan escaped his lips from the pain. He would’ve gone back to sleep to escape it if his second realization hadn’t slammed into his mind, overshadowing the ache surrounding it.

He couldn’t remember his name.

That was something he should’ve known, right? He fished through his fuzzy brain to try and find it, but he came up empty-handed. As a matter of fact, he didn’t find anything. No name, no basic interests, no memory of how he’d wound up here.

What was going on?

“Can you hear me, Young Kirishima?”

Kirishima? Was that his name?

“Yes, that’s your name.”

Oh. He didn’t think he’d said that out loud.

“Do you think you could open your eyes for me, sonny?”

He’d rather not, the headache still pounding away in his skull, but he complied anyway, his eyes cracking open, adjusting to the light and the brief increase in pain it brought before opening them wider.

He was laying down on his back, staring up at ceiling tiles, the lights in the room fortunately dimmed so his headache didn’t get much worse. As he was starting to wake up more he could pick up the plush surface of a bed beneath him, the scent of disinfectant stinging his nose, and the chill of the room as it caused goosebumps to form on his exposed arms.

There were shuffling noises nearby, and then the face of an older woman who looked like a nurse popped into view. She studied him critically through her goggle-like glasses before she smiled warmly down at him. “How are you feeling, Young Kirishima?” she asked, careful to keep her voice down, which he was grateful for.

“Got a headache,” he mumbled, not daring to speak louder himself in case it got worse.

The nurse nodded, as if expecting as much. “I’ve got something that can help with that. I need to sit you up first to make sure you don’t have any other problems. Young Bakugou, do you mind giving me a hand?”

“Sure,” another voice said from somewhere outside of Kirishima’s field of view. Heavy footsteps approached his bed, and as another head popped into view, Kirishima’s headache and all other thoughts disappeared from his head as his eyes went wide and his face immediately warmed.

The boy standing next to his bed was gorgeous. Spiky ash blond hair glowed in the dimmed fluorescent lights overhead, and his face, completely free of any imperfections, was screwed in concentration as he listened to whatever instructions the nurse was giving him. Kirishima definitely wasn’t paying attention to what was being said, his eyes locked on the flex of muscles under short sleeves as the blond helped him up into a sitting position and stuffed pillows behind his back.

Kirishima’s gaze went back to the blond’s—Bakugou’s?—face as he pulled back, and he was met with fiery red eyes looking back at him, making him sharply inhale as his cheeks darkened. Bakugou’s brows furrowed in confusion and concern. “You feeling okay?” This close, his deep voice rumbled in Kirishima’s chest. He wanted to listen to it forever.

He managed a nod, never once looking away from those pretty red eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed before he could stop himself.

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his face quickly turning a lovely shade of pink. At the same time, snickers could be heard coming from the corner of the room, and Kirishima finally turned away from Bakugou to look over. Oh. There were more people here. A boy with bright yellow hair and a black lightning bolt on the side, a girl with horns who was completely pink, a dark-haired boy with large elbows, and a purple-haired girl with strange-looking earlobes. None of their names were registering in Kirishima’s head.

His attention was pulled back to Bakugou as he stepped back and dropped into a chair nearby. He had a hand cupped over his face in an attempt to hide the blush still high on his cheeks; Kirishima’s fingers itched to reach over and pull it away. “Idiot, you can’t just say shit like that, the fuck,” Bakugou chastised, his voice slightly muffled behind his hand.

Kirishima pouted. “But it’s true,” he whined. That earned more laughter from the others in the corner, as well as a deepening blush on Bakugou’s face as he sank deeper in the chair. His free hand started crackling, sparks of flame jumping across his palm, and Kirishima stared in interest. Were those explosions? They really suited Bakugou; they were pretty too.

“Alright, that’s enough teasing for now,” the nurse said as she rolled closer to Kirishima’s bed on her chair.

“Aw, Recovery Girl, it was getting good!” the yellow-haired boy said between giggles, but he was quickly shut up by a stern look from the older woman.

“Unless you’d like to help clean up the remains of the gurneys after Young Bakugou blows them up out of embarrassment, I’d advise against more teasing.” Recovery Girl then turned back to Kirishima, her friendly demeanor back in place. “Now, let’s get you checked out so you can get back to the dorms, hm?”

She checked all of his vitals, eventually deeming Kirishima physically fine besides the headache, which she gave him some painkillers and a paper cup of water for. She also gave him a small packet of pills for later. “If your headache comes back, just take two more of these. With some cases like yours they tend to resurface, but you might be fine with the one dose.”

Kirishima nodded slowly, and he dutifully took the medicine, but he still looked at Recovery Girl with confusion. “What exactly is my case? Did I get sick or something?”

She shook her head, flipping through the pages of the clipboard in her hand. “Not quite. From what I’ve been told, it seems you’ve been hit with a case of memory loss.”

Kirishima nearly choked on his next sip of water. “W-What?!” That would explain how he hadn’t known his own name when he’d woken up, but he didn’t think he’d forgotten everything. Was there anybody looking for him right now? Was there somewhere else he should’ve been instead of wherever he was now?

He hoped the answer to that last question was ‘no’. He didn’t really want to leave Bakugou yet, not when he didn’t know a thing about him.

“The memory loss is only temporary, don’t worry,” Recovery Girl continued, putting a stop to his mounting panic. “You should regain your memories in full within the next 48 hours.”

Oh. Only two days? That wasn’t too long, but it also felt like forever.

“You’re currently at UA High School. After being hit by the villain’s quirk during your work study you fell unconscious, and you were brought back here. You’re free to go back to your dorm building, but I recommend staying on campus until your memories return in order to avoid any potential stressors, and also so that your teacher and classmates can keep an eye on you in case the quirk causes any other ill effects. I don’t think it will, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

A few more precautionary measures were passed on to him and Recovery Girl was sending them on their way, with Bakugou and the others—Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Jirou, all his friends as they’d explained—escorting him back to their dorm building on campus. Kaminari and Mina were chattering away about different things that he’d forgotten as they walked, with Sero and Jirou occasionally chiming in with their own details. It was honestly too much to keep up with, but he’d managed to file away the major ones:

1. His full name, Kirishima Eijirou.

2. The fact that UA was a school for heroes, and they were all training to be one, Kirishima included.

3. His quirk (hardening—he may have stared at his hardened hand in amazement for a couple minutes) along with all of theirs (the sparks that had come off of Bakugou’s hands were his own quirk, and they had popped off his palms again when Kirishima finally told him how pretty they were; the blond’s face had turned bright red as well, and it caused their friends to break into laughter again).

They told him their side of what had happened when Kirishima had been hit by the memory loss quirk, how Fatgum, his mentor, had called UA about the incident and Kirishima had been brought back to campus soon after; how not much later Bakugou had found out and tracked down the rest of them to drag them to the infirmary, where they sat until Kirishima woke up, and he knew the rest.

Throughout it all, Bakugou hadn’t spoken much beyond fending off the teasing from their friends. He’d just stayed silent, walking close to Kirishima, not that the redhead was complaining. He’d do anything to keep Bakugou by his side.

He didn’t speak up until they arrived at the dorms, as he shooed off their friends while nudging Kirishima in the direction of the elevators. “Alright, fuck off, morons. Ei- Kirishima had a long day and he needs rest.”

“Dude, the sun is still up,” Kaminari protested. “And he was just out for two hours, he can stay up a little longer!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “He was out because he got knocked out by a goddamn villain, that doesn’t fuckin’ count as rest. C’mon, Kiri.” He grabbed Kirishima’s wrist then, tugging him along and ignoring the protests of their friends; Kirishima didn’t really fight him, easily following along with nothing more than a smile and wave back to the others.

As Bakugou jabbed the button for the fourth floor and the elevator doors slid shut, leaving the two alone for the first time that day, it was then that Kirishima realized that even though Bakugou insisted on Kirishima getting sleep, he was going up with him. Were they going to spend the night together? His stomach squirmed, but he wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or excitement.

He snuck a peek at Bakugou, but he seemed completely relaxed where he was leaning against the back wall as he scrolled on his phone.

Soon the elevator dinged as it got to their floor, and Kirishima followed Bakugou out and to one of the doors in the hallway. He watched the blond punch in the code for the lock and push the door open, but he didn’t go inside. “Alright, here’s your room. Code’s 0420 in case you lock yourself out. If you need anything just knock on the wall by your bed, I’ll be next door and I’ll hear.”

“Next door?” Kirishima asked dumbly.

“Yeah. We’re neighbors.” Bakugou jabbed a thumb at the closed door a few feet behind him.

“You’re not staying?” Kirishima was blurting before he could stop himself, and his face immediately flamed. Why would he even ask, of course they weren’t going to spend the night together! They were just friends!

To Kirishima’s surprise though, Bakugou paused, as if considering, and Kirishima dared to hope, just a bit. But they were dashed as Bakugou shook his head. “Nah. S’better if you sleep on your own.”

The disappointment must have been clear on Kirishima’s face, because Bakugou snorted. “Don’t look so down, Red. Those beds are fucking tiny, you wouldn’t wanna share.”

“But I don’t wanna leave you yet,” Kirishima pouted. He didn’t feel as sad as he would’ve been though, his heart fluttering from the nickname, simple as it was.

Bakugou just rolled his eyes—and Kirishima may have seen it wrong, but it almost looked fond?—before nudging him across the threshold. “Idiot, it’s just for the night. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah? Get some rest.”

“Alright…night, man,” he said, and the last thing he saw from Bakugou was a wave over his shoulder before he disappeared into his room.

Kirishima finally surveyed his own; he didn’t have a single recollection of putting up any of the decorations, hanging the worn-looking punching bag, or leaving his bed unmade, but in his core they felt like something he would do. He found comfy clothes to change into in the dresser, his teeth were brushed in the en suite, and soon he was shutting off the lights and curling up under the covers. As he drifted off to sleep though, he felt in his heart that something was missing, more than his memories.

Bakugou hadn’t been kidding about Kirishima needing rest. By the time he’d woken up the next day, late morning sunlight was streaming through the open balcony curtains, and the muscle clock on his wall (which was so manly, Kirishima had good taste apparently) showed that it was getting close to noon. He rolled over to knock on the wall, but he was met with silence on the other side. Kirishima frowned. Maybe Bakugou had stepped out for a moment.

Half an hour and a shower later, Kirishima was stepping out of his room in lounge clothes and his hair, still slightly damp, pulled back in a ponytail, and he didn’t hear a peep of noise out in the hallway. There was no way everybody else was sleeping in this late too. Had they all left?

He was met with the same silence when he arrived down in the common room, not a single person in sight. However, there were noises coming from the kitchen, as well as the scent of food that made Kirishima’s stomach grumble. Following it, he paused at the kitchen doorway, smiling when he saw familiar puffy blond hair, his back turned to him as he worked at the stove. Kirishima let himself drink in the sight of muscles exposed from Bakugou wearing a tank top for a moment before he fully entered the kitchen. “It smells good in here, man.”

At his voice, Bakugou startled, and he whipped around, eyes wide and the wooden spoon in his hand raised to throw at Kirishima, making him freeze in his tracks. The blond quickly composed himself when he realized it was just him, and he lowered his arm, huffing out a breath. “Fuck, Kiri, make some noise next time you come in, shit.”

Kirishima smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine.” The tips of his ears were pink—from embarrassment maybe?—as he turned back to the stove. “About time you woke up. Was wondering if you were gonna sleep the whole day away.”

“Guess you were right about me being tired.” Kirishima sidled up to Bakugou’s side, peeking over his shoulder. He was stirring a mix of meat and vegetables in a skillet, and this close it smelled heavenly. “Stir fry?”

Bakugou nodded, cutting his eyes over to Kirishima for a split second before looking back at his work. “Your favorite. I make it for you sometimes. You’d eat it every day if you could.”

There went the fluttering of Kirishima’s heart again. “You make me my favorite food? We must be pretty good friends, huh?”

Bakugou’s lips twitched up into a small smile. “Something like that.” He was flicking off the stove before Kirishima could ask what he meant by that, moving the skillet off to a mitt on the counter. “Grab some plates, will ya? They’re in that second cabinet.”

“On it!” Kirishima did as he was told, bringing the plates back to Bakugou so he could serve up their lunch. “By the way, where’s everyone else? It was pretty quiet when I got up.”

“Class. You got excused since your memories are still gone—they are still gone, right?”

Kirishima nodded, even as he frowned. “Shouldn’t you be in class too?”

Bakugou shook his head as he finished plating the stir fry, leaving the empty pan on the counter as he carried their plates to the island nearby. “We always have to be excused from class if we’re hit by a quirk, but depending on the quirk another student can stay behind to keep an eye on them during the day. In your case, that’s me.”

“You’re missing class to watch over me?” Despite being happy to have Bakugou all to himself for several hours, he couldn’t help the guilt that twisted at his gut. “I don’t want you to fall behind because of me…”

“I volunteered to do this, dipshit,” Bakugou said, shooting him a glare. “Anybody in the class would’ve volunteered, none of us mind. I just happened to call dibs first.” He moved to grabbed sets of chopsticks from a drawer near the stove. “And don’t worry about me falling behind. The rest of the class are fucking idiots, I’ll be able to catch up to them in no time.”

Bakugou finished setting the table, none the wiser to the shock on Kirishima’s face that shifted to a wobbly grin, tears welling up in his eyes. Bakugou really did care about him, huh?

The blond let out a shout of surprise, gripping the edge of the island to keep his balance as Kirishima tackled him from behind, his arms wrapping tightly around his lean body in a hug, his face buried in Bakugou’s shoulder. “Kiri, what the-”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Kirishima cut in, voice muffled where he was pressed against warm skin, shaky from holding back his smile.

He felt Bakugou tense some in his grip, and he was silent for a long moment. “How do you know? You barely remember me,” he finally said, voice strangely small.

“I can tell.” He lifted his head to prop his chin on Bakugou’s shoulder; he was already looking back as Kirishima looked up, and he couldn’t fight his grin anymore at the sight of the blush on those perfectly clear cheeks. “Thanks for looking out for me today.”

Bakugou’s blush deepened, and his hands crackled for a second against the marble counter before he was looking away. “Whatever. We gonna eat or what?”

“Oh, yeah!” Kirishima pulled away to sit on one of the island’s stools, and Bakugou pushed a plate and a set of chopsticks toward him. He immediately dug in, nearly melting from the first bite; no wonder this was his favorite meal, this was amazing! “So goo’, Bak’gou, thanks!” he gushed, uncaring of the food still in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Bakugou immediately chided. Kirishima could see the pride in this smile tugging at his lips though.

They ate the rest of the meal in a comfortable silence, with Kirishima scarfing down his food in a matter of minutes while Bakugou ate his at a much more reasonable pace, and once they were both done Bakugou took both of their plates to the sink to wash. “What do you wanna do for the rest of the day?”

“What do we usually do when we don’t have class?” Kirishima asked back.

“Spar.” Bakugou grimaced down at the soapy plates. “I don’t know if you remember your training, and I don’t want you risking your ass just to get blown up, so that’s out of the question…wanna watch a movie?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at him.

“Yeah, sure!”

They relocated to Bakugou’s dorm once the dishes were cleaned and put away. It was way neater than Kirishima’s, but there were still signs of the life Bakugou lived in it. Band posters tacked to the walls, manga volumes lined up neatly on the bookshelf. A neatly-made bed, and what looked like homework left abandoned on the desk next to a laptop. And the color black standing out on most surfaces, the predominant shade in the room. “Somebody’s going through an emo phase,” Kirishima teased as he shut the door behind him.

Bakugou snorted as he moved to shut the curtains over the balcony door, blocking out the afternoon sun. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you remembered the emo phase you had in middle school.”

“No way, really?” Kirishima laughed disbelievingly.

“Yup,” Bakugou responded, popping the ‘p’. He swiped up the laptop from the desk and turned to Kirishima with a sharp smirk that was both infuriatingly teasing and absolutely charming. Kirishima can feel his face growing red at the sight of it. “Pinky texted me the pics a while back, and you begged me to delete them for days.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Did you?”

Even before Bakugou spoke, the answer was clear enough in the broadening of his grin. “Nope.”

“So mean.” He plopped on the edge of the bed with a pout, but he knew he wasn’t really mad at Bakugou. He couldn’t be mad at him.

Bakugou was strangely quiet though. Looking over, he saw him looking off to the side, his face screwed up in a grimace, the laptop clutched tightly in his hands. “Hey, you okay, bro?”

Bakugou jerked, his head snapping up to look at Kirishima, and his face immediately cleared to something neutral. “I’m fine.” He joined Kirishima on the bed, scooting back so he was leaning against the wall as he opened the laptop. Kirishima copied him, and he watched Bakugou pull up a movie with what looked like a hero on the title page. “Crimson Riot?”

“Yeah. He’s retired now, but he’s your favorite hero. Your hero name is based offa his and everything,” Bakugou explained. “They made a shitton of movies about him, and this is one of the better ones.”

“He definitely looks cool…” Kirishima settled in as Bakugou set the laptop on the bed in front of them and hit play, and from the first line his eyes were glued to the screen. Crimson Riot was cool. He didn’t seem super flashy in his fights, but he made up for it with the raw passion that he had in his will to win. It was all so manly, and he got lost in the movie, drinking it all in.

Towards the end though, in a slow moment before the climax, Kirishima’s attention started to waver, and he found his gaze drifting over to Bakugou.

His friend was still watching the movie, a fist smushed into his cheek where his head was being propped up by his arm. The flickering lights of the screen and the soft light of his bedside lamp nearby highlighted the curves of the relaxed expression on his face and the strands of hair hanging over his forehead, and they reflected off the red of his eyes, making them glow in the otherwise dark room. Kirishima was mesmerized, the boy before him a work of art, and he was unable to look away as he did his best to take in every miniscule detail. He might not remember much of his life, but he was sure he had never seen a more beautiful person.

Bakugou’s face then twitched, and his gaze flicked over, meeting Kirishima’s, and he cocked an eyebrow. “You’re staring again, Red.”

The use of the nickname again didn’t help the dopey smile that was most likely on his lips at that moment. “I can’t help it, you’re just so pretty.”

The light of the laptop further accentuated the blush that grew on Bakugou’s cheeks, and he quickly looked away, his hand shifting to cover the lower half of his face. “Fucker, why do you keep just saying that shit?”

“I may not know much about myself, but I’m pretty sure I’m not a liar.”

He could see the blush deepen between Bakugou’s fingers. “Little shit.”

Kirishima snorted, scooting closer to Bakugou, and he gave into the urge to gently pry his hand away from his face. “C’mon, don’t hide.” He didn’t let go of his hand, instead lacing their fingers together and gently squeezing in a moment of bravery.

Bakugou stared down at their joined hands, confusion written across his face. “...why do you keep doing all of this?”

Kirishima titled his head. “All of what?”

“This.” Bakugou weakly lifted their linked hands before letting them fall back between them. “All the touching and flirting and compliments and shit. As far as you know you’ve only known me for a day.”

Kirishima shrugged, nodding in acquiescence. “You’re not wrong, but I already feel like I like you a lot.”

“Wha-” A flurry of emotions flitted across Bakugou’s face as he stared at him, changing too fast for Kirishima to process a single one, before it finally settled on an even deeper confusion and bafflement than before. “The fuck?”

In an instant, any confidence he had carried evaporated, anxiety quickly making a home in the pit of his stomach. He ripped his hand away from Bakugou’s, putting some distance between them. “I-I’m sorry! Did you not want me to do any of that? You never told me not to and you weren’t complaining so I thought it was fine, I probably took it too far though, oh crap-” A sudden thought occurred to him, and his eyes widened. “Oh god, I’ve been flirting with you this entire time and I don’t even know if you’re dating anybody right now! Do you even like guys??? I’m so sorry Bakugou, I-”

“I am.”

Kirishima stopped, looking back at Bakugou who was looking anywhere but him. He vaguely noted the sounds of the final fight playing from the laptop speakers, but all of his attention was on the boy next to him. “You are…?”

“Dating somebody.”

Oh. The words, so simple and succinct, stabbed right through Kirishima’s heart, filling him with embarrassment and disappointment, and he looked away, pursing his lips as his eyes stung. Had he kind of hoped that he might have a chance with Bakugou once his memories returned? Yeah. Clearly that had been wishful thinking. He should leave, try to save face, preserve the friendship they still had and hope he forgot today when he remembered everything else-

“It’s you.”

What?

“What?” Kirishima’s head whipped back around to see if his friend was joking, but Bakugou’s face was completely serious, stoic, no teasing smirk in sight. The cheers from the movie matched the joy that swiftly swept away the disappointment that had been making a home in Kirishima’s chest, but he didn’t let it overtake him, not yet.

Not when Bakugou looked like that was the worst thing in the world.

“Do…do you not want it to be me?”

“Of course I want it to be you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just don’t get why you want it to be me.”

Kirishima’s frown deepened. “You’re losing me, man. What do you mean?”

The stoicness of Bakugou’s expression started to crack, slivers of anger peeking through as he glared at Kirishima. “I mean, why the fuck would someone like you want me?”

“Someone like me?”

“Yes!” He threw his arms out, gesturing emphatically at Kirishima. “You’re fucking- Eijirou! A goddamn ray of fucking sunshine that’s too pure for this fucked up world! You’re always smiling and going out of your way to help people with their problems and shit and yet you choose to stick around me!”

The silence between them after Bakugou’s outburst was deafening, the movie over and laptop screen dark. He was panting, a swirl of rage and confusion painted across his face, and Kirishima just caught sight of wetness along his lower lashes before he was turning his glare to the opposite wall with a scoff. “You were scared of me, when we first met,” he continued, his voice quieter, more subdued, tinged in a sadness that may have been there for longer than these last few minutes. “Fucking terrified like the rest of the damn class when I let that blast off at Deku on the second day of school. And yet you still reached out to me. You kept reaching out, over and over, never putting up with my bullshit like every other extra had. When I pushed, you fucking pushed back and stuck, wanting to stay around me despite the fact that I’m an asshole. And it never made any fucking sense, why you wanted to be my friend and then my boyfriend.” He glanced over at Kirishima, his glare dimmed some, and he just looked tired. “It makes even less sense that you would want me now, especially when you don’t remember a goddamn thing about me.”

Kirishima smiled a bit. “Well, you’re really cute, so there’s that.”

Bakugou’s blush came back in full force, and he went back to glaring at the wall. “You flirt too damn much,” he grumbled.

Kirishima just laughed. He closed the distance between them again, turning Bakugou enough so he could pull him into a hug, his arms secure around him and chin hooked over his shoulder. “Did you always get this flustered when you were complimented?”

“Fuck off, asshole.” Hesitant arms still snaked around Kirishima’s waist, as if scared to hold him back.

Kirishima tightened his own grip in return, humming contentedly. “Good to know I’m the asshole now.”

“Hey, no, I’m still the asshole here, fucker-”

“And I’m saying you’re not, because if you were, you wouldn’t have been doting on me for every minute since I woke up yesterday.”

That got Bakugou to shut up. Kirishima grinned triumphantly. “You’re really not an asshole, Bakugou. I may only remember you from the last day or so, but I can tell. You’ve gone out of your way to look out for me today, and you even stayed by my side before I even woke up yesterday. Sure, you’re a little rough around the edges, and you swear a lot-” He got a pinch in the side in retaliation, but Kirishima just snorted and plowed on. “-but you’re one of the sweetest guys I know, Katsuki. You care too much to be an asshole. I bet you care about our friends, too.”

“Fuckin’ hate those morons,” he mumbled, said with nowhere near the amount of heat that would be in his voice if he meant it. Kirishima let him have that one.

Bakugou hugged him fully then, burying his face in his shoulder. Silence fell over them, and Kirishima closed his eyes as he basked in it, basked in the presence and warmth of the boy who, in a forgotten life, he could call his.

“When Recovery Girl told us you lost your memories, I thought you would’ve come to your senses and forgotten me for good.”

Spoken so quietly, muffled as it was in Kirishima’s shoulder, but Bakugou may as well have shouted it from how much it was a shock to Kirishima’s systems, and his eyes snapped open as he sharply inhaled. His grip around Bakugou tightened even further. “Katsuki, I could never forget about you.”

“You already did,” he said with a tinge of amusement.

“Shut up, I’m serious.” He pulled Bakugou away from his shoulder so he could look him in the eye. Tears still clung to blond lashes, and he cupped his cheeks, swiping his thumb across them to wipe the moisture away. Bakugou’s eyes widened at the action, but he fortunately didn’t pull away. “I don’t care how many times I’m hit with a memory wipe quirk. I could forget everything about myself a hundred times over and everything else about the world, but I would always find a way to remember you.” He grinned, moving to hold his hands. “It’s like you said: you’re stuck with me, man, for as long as you want me and even after you don’t. You won’t be able to shake me that easily. And even if I don’t have my memories back yet, I bet that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.”

Bakugou was silent for a long moment as he continued to stare at Kirishima with wide eyes, before he dropped his gaze, huffing. “You’re still a goddamn sap.”

Kirishima smiled wider, and in a burst of bravery, he leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. “Your goddamn sap.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bakugou looked up again, meeting Kirishima’s gaze. A genuine smile, not the smirk, or the tiny hidden one, adorned his lips, and it was a sight to behold that Kirishima couldn’t look away from. He vaguely registered Bakugou lacing their fingers together in between them and squeezing. “My goddamn sap.”

The rest of the day went smoothly after that. They went back and finished the Crimson Riot movie, and then a couple more films, including an All Might one that Bakugou said was his favorite. Kirishima thought it was pretty good, every second of it exciting, but he had been more interested in watching Bakugou and his impassioned cheers throughout the film from his spot cuddled up to the blond’s side.

By the time they headed downstairs for dinner, their classmates had returned to the dorms for the day, the now-lively common room a huge contrast to the quiet from earlier that afternoon. It was especially overwhelming when as soon as they stepped foot into the room, and unknown voice had shouted, “Kirishima!” and he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of faces he didn’t recognize, all with varying levels of concern as they bombarded him with questions of ‘are you okay?’ and ‘do you remember us yet?’ and more that got lost in the sea of noise.

Kirishima didn’t even get a chance to attempt to answer any of them before Bakugou was stepping between him and the rest of the class, his free hand sparking dangerously while the one holding Kirishima’s squeezed comfortingly. “Oi, at least give him a chance to fucking breathe! Eijirou’ll answer your questions if he wants, you don’t have to crowd him!”

That got the class to back off with apologetic looks and muttered ‘sorry’s, and Kirishima let out a silent breath of relief.

“Bakugou is right!” a taller squarish-looking guy near the back of the crowd spoke up with an exaggerated hand chop. “We are sorry for invading in your personal space, we were simply concerned for your well-being!”

“Yeah, we’re sorry, Kirishima,” a brown-haired girl with rosy cheeks near his side said as she fisted the hem of her shirt. “We just wanted to know if you had your memories back yet.”

Much of the class nodded in agreement, and warmth flooded Kirishima’s body from all the concern. “Ah, sorry, not yet. Recovery Girl said they should be back within 48 hours though, so they should be back soon!”

A green-haired boy stepped forward, looking confused. “But…if you don’t remember everything, then why are you holding Kacchan’s hand?” He pointed at his and Bakugou’s joined hands, and Kirishima grinned broadly, pride filling his chest.

“He’s my boyfriend!”

“Hang on, you remember that, but you don’t remember any of us???” Kaminari asked, bafflement apparent on his face.

“Oh, I didn’t remember that either.” He looked over at Bakugou, his smile going softer. “But who wouldn’t wanna date him?”

At the same time mock gags came from who Kirishima would guess were their friends, Bakugou’s face flared bright red before he looked away with a muttered, “Fuckin’ sap.” He then tugged on Kirishima’s hand, forcing his way through the crowd as he dragged him toward the kitchen. “Alright, show’s over. If you need Eijirou for anything else, fuck off.”

Kirishima snickered once they were alone, leaning against the island and watching Bakugou stomp around the kitchen to gather ingredients for dinner, the blush still high on his cheeks. “My knight in a tank top saved me~”

Bakugou shot him a glare, the effect dimmed by the red staining his face. “You’re lucky you’re a damn rock and I can’t explode your ass.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow at him with a knowing smile. “Even if you could, you wouldn’t.”

Bakugou’s glare deepened, but his lack of response was answer enough. And even with the curses he muttered under his breath as he cooked, he still shoved a heaping bowl of food at Kirishima once he was done.

They headed back up to the quiet of the fourth floor once they were done eating, and as they approached their rooms Kirishima tugged Bakugou toward his. “Stay the night?”

“The beds are tiny as fuck,” he warned again, even as he easily followed along.

“I’m sure we can manage.”

The beds really were small, especially for two muscular and still-growing heroes-in-training. But Kirishima wasn’t going to complain, not when Bakugou was draped across his chest, his head tucked under his chin and his leg thrown over his hips, pressing as close as he could to him. Kirishima had intended to talk to him, make conversation or something while there were still a few rays of sunlight visible in the sky, but the boy on top of him was like the world’s coziest weighted blanket, a warm pressure that pulled Kirishima right into sleep as he hugged him close.

The first thing Eijirou noted as he regained consciousness was the splitting headache. It pounded throughout his skull, throbbing with each beat of his heart, and he would’ve gone back to sleep to fend it off if the second thing he noted hadn’t been everything.

All of his memories. The last sixteen years of his life, the villain at his work study, waking up to nothing.

The boy still laying on top of him, his weight pressing him into the mattress.

Eijirou’s eyes opened to warm morning sunlight highlighting ash blond strands, turning them to gold. Katsuki was still fast asleep, his head cushioned on his chest and a hand lightly fisting the front of his shirt.

So peaceful. A contrast to the previous afternoon. He hated that one little accident caused so much turmoil, but he was glad that he hadn’t lost the person he cared about the most.

He carefully shifted so he was level with Katsuki’s face, and he started peppering kisses everywhere he could reach. His forehead, his cheeks, his chin, jaw, and neck. Eijirou planted one on Katsuki’s nose and it wrinkled cutely as his breathing shifted, and soon sleepy red eyes were squinting at him. “Ei…?”

Eijirou grinned, sure his heart was about to burst out of his ribs from the sheer amount of joy he felt. “I’m back, Kats,” he breathed, before capturing his lips with his own.

Katsuki grunted in surprise, but he still eagerly kissed him back, his hands sliding up into loose red strands. The kiss was honestly terrible; their lips moved sluggishly against each other as sleep still clung to their minds, and the morning breath was pretty gross. As Eijirou hugged him even closer though, hoping to never let him go ever again, he was sure it was the best kiss he’d ever had.

Katsuki soon pulled back, panting as his hands moved to cup Eijirou’s face. “You’re back? Really back?” he asked, now-alert eyes darting across his face as if he’d be able to see the potentially missing memories.

“Yeah, yeah, really back. It’s all back.” He laughed, partially in disbelief but mostly because what the hell else was he supposed to do when the happiness inside of him was bubbling up his throat, threatening to choke him out? He leaned in, knocking their foreheads together, and he stared into those fiery red eyes full of concern but so much love. “I’m glad it’s you,” he whispered.

Katsuki’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but then his eyes were widening, the fiery red becoming glassy before they were shutting and he huffed, pressing closer and smiling so, so wide. “Me too.”

#mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #krbk month 2023 #krbk events #quirk accident #mha fanfiction #fanfic #traveler writes #i know this is a day late shhhh #but I'm so proud of this one #hope y'all like it too!

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bkdk-fan4ever · 1 year ago

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BkDk | Quirk Shenanigans | Bakugou Katsuki Is Bad With Feelings And Words | Confession Times | Fluff And Happy Tears istg

Worth Being Brave For by s_the_queen

"Fuck you," he hissed. "You're my friend, jackass. I just suck at shit like affection. I'm shit at showing it but I appreciate you."

Both of their eyes widened and they stared at each other with their mouths hanging open. Katsuki had expressed affection and appreciation.

This time it was official. Something was wrong.

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Katsuki gets hit with a quirk that eliminates his brain-to-mouth filter. He sees...an opportunity.

#ao3 bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #midoriya izuku #bnha fanfic recs #bnha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #classs 1a #aizawa shouta #yagi toshinori #all might #quirk shenanigans #quirk accident

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matriarchofworms · 1 year ago

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18 year old aizawa shouta was hot. Class 3-A finds out.

#aizawa shouta #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #yamada hizashi #shouto todoroki #kaminari denki #shinsou hitoshi #quirk accident #bnha #mha #bnha fic #mha fic #llyn writes shit #my fic #ao3 #bnha fanfic

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cuspidgoddess · 1 year ago

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The brain rot has me in a strangle hold, so here we go again

#ao3 #dabi x hawks #hotwings #ao3 fanfic #ao3 mha #my hero academia #ao3 fic #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha hawks #bnha dabi #furless babies #a less than fluffy situation #boku no hero academia #fanfiction author #quirk accident #cat au

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ficwritingnerd · 1 year ago

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🪢Tangled Quirks🪢

Theme: Swaps and Switches

Words: 3,259

Tags: Comedy, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Graphic Mention of Minor Injury and Blood

#krbk #kiribaku #shinkami #mha #bnha #ao3 fanfic #comedy #angst with a happy ending #bnha quirks #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #shinsou hitoshi #sero hanta #jirou kyouka #quirk accident

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steviebanksdeposits · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Idiots in Love, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Midoriya Izuku, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Background Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Comfort Sex, Getting Together, Switching, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, The Author Regrets Nothing, Romantic Fluff, Emotional Roller Coaster, Emotional Porn, First Time, Rough Sex, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Gay Porn Hard, they're stupid Summary:

Izuku gets hit with a strange sex quirk.

Specifically, a quirk that forces two people to fall in love once they've "made love."

Katsuki is more than willing to take on that challenge, to put an end to their decade long dance of not knowing where they stand with eachother, but Izuku needs some convincing.

Eros of Truth, or the truth of love?

Tw: attempted unaliving by a side original character (no worries, it works out!), some angst and yelling (cause bakuduku), nasty smut, and heavy romance.

#bakudeku #quirk accident #a03 fanfic #mha fic #bkdk #idiots in love #istg

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pidge-it-up · 1 year ago

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This reminds me of a fic I wrote, called As the years hours go by. Izuku is his with a quirk that turns him into a baby, but he gradually grows back, and he gets to live years in hours.

And Katsuki is right there through everything ♡

Have a sneak peek below:

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“Where is he?” Katsuki's voice thundered as he stormed through the main entrance of their dorm, worry bleeding out of his words. He had been worried since he got the message from Shouto while he was patrolling, saying Izuku had been hit with a strange quirk while they were trying to separate a fight in front of a school.

Bakugou immediately pressed the call button, and even though Shout guaranteed he was okay and that they were taking him back to UA, that wasn’t enough for Katsuki. No, he needed to see him. Besides, his shift was almost over anyway, so fuck that.

He rushed back to the agency, got changed, and exploded his way back to UA. Never mind that it was maybe a bit far for that, and a train ride would have been more comfortable, he just didn’t have time for that.

He had gotten to UA in 20 minutes, and he was taking the first step on the stairs leading to the entrance when he heard it. A desperate loud cry came from the open window.

Katsuki had urged past the last steps into the door, nearly tearing the door off its hinge.

“Shhhh, Bakugou!” Momo chastised as he walked into the living room. “You’ll only make it worse!”

Katsuki really didn’t bother providing her with an answer, too busy focusing on the (almost comical) scene before him.

Aizawa was looking absolutely distressed by the loud cry of the baby in his arms; All Might was desperately shaking his arms in front of him, chanting, “Oh, no, no, no! Sorry, young Midoriya, please don’t cry! Shh, please!”; Shouto was pacing back and forth with one finger in his ear trying to quiet the noise, while he held his phone against his ear with the other hand; and the rest of the class shying away in the background trying not to interfere while being visibly entranced by little Izuku.

Because, fuck, Izuku… He was tiny. Barely two years old, he guessed. Katsuki too was mesmerized by the little being that he was, even if all he could see was a puff of hair from that angle. But then another painfully sad cry came and that brought Katsuki back to himself.

“Give him to me!” Katsuki stepped forward.

Aizawa snapped his head to him and frowned. Katsuki knew what he was thinking. He knew what everyone in that room was thinking. Bakugou? Be trusted with a baby? No. No, thank you. He hated babies, or at least that’s what it looked like.

He can barely interact with kids older than 5, that can talk and be their own person. But babies? There wasn’t a baby that hasn’t cried in his arms.

But this wasn’t a baby. This was Izuku.

So he ignored Aizawa’s doubt and the class’ surprise and stepped even closer, only now being able to take a good look at Izuku. Katsuki’s chest ached as he stared at something out of Inko’s wall photographs.

“Hey! Hey there, buddy!” He cooed to Izuku, announcing his presence before gently reaching under his arms and taking him. Aizawa grunted, but gave in, giving Izuku willingly. “Hey, shh, it’s okay! It’s okay!” Katsuki hugged him under his backside and around his back, pressing him close to his chest.

Izuku was so tiny in his arms, weighing close to nothing, and he was the most precious thing Katsuki has ever held in his hands.

“It’s okay, Zuku, it’s okay.” Katsuki rocked his tiny body up and down. He gave him tiny pats on his back. “I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay,” Katsuki leaned his head over his curls. His hair was so much softer than it was now, and he smelled like the morning breeze in the summer. Katsuki closed his eyes, inhaling that scent and imprinting it in his memory.

You can read the rest here:

get shrunk nerd

#my hero academia #bnha #midoriya izuku #deku #boku no hero academia #habs art #fic by pidge #fic writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #de aged #ao3 writer #quirk accident #bakugou and deku #bakudeku #dekubaku #bakugou katsuki

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kryptznnn · 2 months ago

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♡/♛- It's Been A While

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➸ INTERESTS; -mha!shouta aizawa x quirk-using!freader

➸ BACKGROUND; - after an attack at the high school you studied in, you were requested by your work firm and the firm of that school to work as a teacher there for extra security, incase an attack were to occur again to protect the students (and teachers). Unfortunately, it won't be as easy as you expected when you rekindle with old friends, and a specific someone.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.1k uu slow burn, second chance, ex-lovers, medication/pill usage, dissociation, anxiety mentions.

➸a.i; - omg new category!! im working a lot guys brace w me!! ill be working on other masterlists and stories and such trustttt, also this is going to be a fanfic!! no more one-shots sorry for the torture

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♡/♛- It's Been A While Masterlist

"Please, there has to be some other way. I'm already busy enough here, this is way out of my league." You complained, tossing your hands up in the air.

"There is no other way" your supervisor responded, you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"There's no one else available to take on this job?" You asked your boss, who only nodded as he sat at his table with crossed arms.

This was unbelievable, you of all people in this city and they choose you. You're one of the busiest women out there, especially outside of your so called 'once in a blue moon hero duty'. You're part of a government organization for fuck's sake, your entire job is to stay under wraps. You had people who depended on you, a firm to carry on your shoulders as second in command to your chief, just to give it all up to become a teacher back at your high school.

"As of now the school could use all the extended help they can get. You have connections to the school and have learned there before, plus all other heroes with solid quirks that would work in their favor are either already working there or are too busy to be there for hours on end, but you can." He said in a cool tone, handing you all of the paperwork and pointing to the amount of damage and casualties that happened during the accident, you only closed your eyes and shook your head.

"Okay" you said softly, picking up the papers and stacking them in order, placing them in your folder and shoving the folder in your work bag, not wanting to argue. He thanked you for your cooperation and told you you'd start the beginning of next week, Monday. Today was Thursday, giving you a little time to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

Of course, as any normal person you were curious, thousands of questions running through your mind which you were sure you'd get answers to during the tour and explanation that was awaiting you over the weekend.

You weren't too concerned about working or teaching students, you'd already knew all about them and had also known you'd cover a chemistry class, you were concerned about using your quirk.

The last time you had used it in the face of danger, things didn't end well for you. It's a great quirk yes, but the aftermath and side effects of it always left a heavy toll on you.

It truly was an accident, well not really. It was ruled out as a case of self-defense and your firm was to cover the damages. You were out with a friend from work until a large commotion was heard outside, where you two had stepped out, ready to leap into action and help whoever was in need.

Apparently, it was a hijack situation on a train in the city, that was now approaching downtown at an insane amount of speed. Your friend had already agreed she'd help escort people out of the way and into safer zones, in case the bus had crashed in the area you and hundreds of other people were in.

You nodded in response, quickly thinking what around you could've been useful to possibly slow it down or bring it to a stop in time to call for reinforcements.

Unfortunately, a child had wandered off into the middle of the road ahead of you without realizing it, and without thinking you ran up, covering her with your body and you held out your hand to shield her, shutting your eyes tightly and using your quirk.

Unintentionally, you had now turned the train into water, wetting you and all other people downtown that were trying to avoid the train crash. Thankfully for you the train was a rather medium sized one, so the water produced from the train by your quirk hadn't caused any damage downtown.

You quickly stood up with the little girl by your side, who quickly ran to accompany her mother once she spotted her in the crowd. You stood there in awe, looking at everyone else and turning back around, seeing the hijackers now sitting on the floor, dripping from head to toe in water.

You were slightly relieved, thankful you hadn't turned them into water. Soon after your friend accompanied you to, tying up the three troublemakers and leaving them off to the side and awaiting law-enforcement to arrive.

Having the powers of matter transmutation meant the world was your canvas, all you had to do was touch it. Creating any matter, you had into something you wanted to, but the only downside being that you weren't able to convert things to people or animals, whether living or not.

You didn't necessarily see it as a bad side, it honestly could be a blessing in disguise, especially since you had such a wild imagination when you were younger.

As you grabbed your belongings from your office and made your way back to your car you began to think about your first day working at the high school.

You loved children, well... most of them. Teenagers now were such pains in the ass, and you've had your fair share with a few, either being rude, weird, or just freaky horn-dogs that obviously weren't loved enough by their parents.

Hopefully things wouldn't go back when you start, and you didn't have to use your quirk as often as all other teachers in the school do.

Unlocking the door to your car you opened it and placed your bag inside as you sat in the driver's seat, starting your car and driving off back to your apartment.

After around 5 to 10 minutes of driving you stop at a red light, resting your head back onto your seat with a sigh, mentally drained for the day. As you waited for the light to change color you felt as if a pair of eyes were on you, before you were able to turn around and see who it was the light had turned green, you only shrugged it off and drove off, keeping your mind on how Monday would be.

Maybe it was the students or the teachers, but an uneasy feeling rested in your stomach, making you feel wheezy. It definitely was the thought of the teachers, more or so your new colleagues.

Well not new colleagues, more like old friends and companions. You knew them all well enough, being classmates and close friends back in high school and distancing after graduation and everyone else focusing on going professional in the hero department.

You had always envisioned yourself as a hero there, waiting to fight side by side with everyone, but towards the end you realized that without having proper control of your quirk you were probably safe enough to not do so. Protecting yourself and everyone else in case of an accident or any immediate dangers.

Guilt slowly began to eat you alive as you arrived in the parking lot of your apartment complex, parking and shutting your car off before taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply.

This was not going to go your way, and you know it.

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It was now Monday morning and honestly, that 3-day weekend wasn't enough to prepare yourself for what was to come. You hadn't gotten any sleep from the night before out of overthinking, and honestly you weren't even tired.

Your brain's constant buildup of stress has been keeping you up for a while and was the right amount of motivation you needed to get this day over with. You had gone to the small training practices and tours of the school over the weekend, seeing new buildings and practice rooms that were extended from when you previously attended.

You had decided to get ready 2 hours in advance, showering and now doing a small amount of skincare before doing your makeup. Even with your quirk and all of the stuff you'd bought for your skin, even the thought of stress makes you begin to breakout, you sighed as a pimple appeared on the upper left corner of your forehead. You only shook your head and began to apply your makeup, finishing a little later than you expected because you couldn't decide if you wanted lashes on or not.

You made the decision to wear them, first impressions are everything. You fixed your hair in a style you liked, deciding to keep it down instead of a ponytail with a side part and gathered your things and looked in the mirror one last time before exiting out the door.

The closer and closer you were getting to the school the more your stomach churned out of anxiety. It could've been anxiety, or maybe the fact you skipped out on breakfast just to be here early, as all teachers must arrive before the students. Whatever it was you didn't like it at all, and you felt your head begin to spin.

"Not again" you whispered to yourself, now opening your glove department looking around for your prescribed medications, pushing past the other 3 you didn't need now until you found one that read 'Valium', opening the capsule and taking a pill, realizing you had nothing to take or drink it down with.

You sighed heavily as you took the bottle with you, grabbing your coat from the back of your driver seat along with your bag and shoving the pills in your coat pocket. Soon locking your car and placing your keys in the bag as well, beginning to walk your way over to the building.

You needed to find something to drink so you could take this pill, before your anxiety gets the best of you and your quirk gets out of hand. You reached for your phone in your pocket and checked the time, barely 7:30, perfect. It's too early for classes to start when everyone gets situated at 8:00-8:10, where could you kill time with a cup of water or anyth-

The teachers' lounge, oh yeah, it's shocking how quickly you forgot about it when you were here not even 48 hours ago. You walked inside taking a left, praying your memory wasn't playing tricks on you as you walked over to the supposed teachers' lounge, hearing small chatter and commotion.

The last thing you wanted to do was draw attention onto yourself, you quickly entered and made your way to the back, walking slowly praying your heeled boots didn't make too loud of a noise.

You quickly spotted a large fancy water dispenser, clasping your hands together as you looked up and mouthing the words 'amen' before grabbing a small white silicon cup and pouring some for yourself.

In one swift movement you dug into your pocket, pulling out your pill bottle and opening it, taking one and placing it on your tongue as you closed the capsule, putting it back in your pocket. Your cup that was now filled with water you chugged down and refilled it to take another to attempt to flood out the aftertaste, until you were stopped.

Before you could lift the cup up to your lips you were immediately lifted into the air from behind, listening to a familiar voice cheer your name. You immediately went into a panic, turning your previous cup of water, now into nothing but sand, pouring over you and the arms around your lower waist.

"Hizashi!!" You shouted, now trying to pry yourself out of his grasp, your feet swinging in the air as he laughed, quickly putting you down. You immediately scoffed and dusted yourself off, rolling your eyes at his comments and horrible jokes, bending down to the small sand pile you created, forming it back into a silicone cup before throwing it away.

"It's good to see you again seriously, I'm surprised you agreed to come here seeing why you left, with your new fancy job and all." He said, placing his hand on your shoulder and pretending to wipe a fake tear, you only shook your head and smiled at him.

He hasn't changed at all since you last saw him nearly a decade ago, it warmed your heart honestly. You only responded in agreement to his saying, hugging him as he did back to you.

He wasted no time in bringing you to the other side of the teachers' lounge, where you reunited with old friends and shared a few laughs and nice memories before you were all abruptly stopped by hearing a loud slam of the door opening.

As luck would have it, you had another cup in your hand that had coffee in it as the incident occurred, but thankfully your medication had kicked in. You panicked as you nearly spilled the coffee onto yourself, taking a sigh of relief as you moved in time, spilling partial of it onto the floor. Smiling to yourself slightly as you felt the dosage of your medication now starting to affect your mind, making you disassociate.

As everyone paid their attention to the door and expressed words with one another you had bent over, using your quirk and making your coffee spill on the floor a small tissue.

You picked it up and turned to throw it away, completely blocking out the sounds of everyone's voices and small laughter as you made your way to the same trashcan as before, bumping into someone.

"I'm sorry" you said, snapping out of your small trance and zoning back into reality, turning your head to the side to see whose shoulder's you had hit, only to lock eyes with them instantly.

"Shota" you said, nearly breathless as if at a loss for words, he looked at you in shock,

No this wasn't shock,

It seemed to be sadness

maybe sorrow?

"Y/n" he replied, quickly looking away from you and walking away, your eyes trailed his figure as he left.

Out of everything that had happened this morning, and the effects of your medication, you completely forgot that your past lover worked here, and you'd be working alongside him.

He only went over to the coffee table, grabbing a cup and exiting the room, you only looked over to Hizashi and Nemuri, nibbling on your bottom lip. They glanced over to one another, then looked back at you, each placing their hand on each of your shoulders as the bell rang for everyone to get to class.

You were right, this wasn't going to go your way, at all.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

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fandomofhappiness · 2 months ago

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Erasermic (Aizawa Shouta/Hizashi Yamada) Big Rec Fic List for starters and not

Hello everyone! I’m fandomofhappiness, and today I’d love to share with Erasermic fans my silly reader’s selection of fanfics! I’m still looking for new stories. And this list will definitely update! I would especially like to give this rec to those who are just starting out. When I got into the fandom, I searched through all possible recommendation lists. I hope my own list will help new Erasermic fans and even those who have been here for a while.

I want to present you with the best of the best, which, according to my preferences in writing style, plot complexity and brilliance of the authors, amazed me during my time in the fandom. I won’t drag it out, let's go!

P.S.: This list doesn’t contain PWP stories, I’m not really here for smut but there are stories that contain 18+ chapters.

fandomofhappiness’s top five + 1 greatest Erasermic stories:

The Waters of Lethe by buffyaddict13 Married Erasermic, Case and Rescue Fic | 179,133 words

foh’s comment: A relatively new story with a mind-blowing plot. The fanfic has catastrophically few kudos, I consider it one of the most underrated. While rescuing a boy from weirdo dealers, Eraserhead is captured and placed with 10 other people who are going to be sold. Present Mic and a team of heroes plan to save the victims. But there is much more to save than it seems.

The Way I Behaved by ForTheWoolfy Villains & Heroes, Action & Adventure, Hurt/Comfort | 117270 words

foh’s comment: One of the most heartbreaking stories, so wonderful and beautifully written that I fucking choked on tears. Don't worry about the description, don't worry about Mic being the bad guy. I implore you to read this story, I would have been happy if someone had recommended it to me when I was starting out.

Nine Lives by machiroads Aizawa-centric, Hospitals and Injury Recovery, Post-Paranormal Liberation War Arc, Slow Burn | 149,559 words

foh’s comment: This fanfic was a great inspiration to me. It is a masterpiece of understanding the character, immersion in medicine, the unique intimacy between characters, friendship, respect - this is the beauty of this fanfic. The story of Aizawa's recovery after losing his leg and eye.

Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life by Kyurilin Biography Fic, Slow Burn | 54,952 words

foh’s comment: One of the earliest stories I happen to read. I couldn't get through it the first time because it was too heavy for me. At the time I started reading, I didn't even know who Oboro is. Brilliant in its beauty and description of Present Mic’s character. This fic for those who are not afraid to break a heart and put it back together piece by piece.

And the Sky Wept by tiniest_hands_in_all_the_land Yamada-centric, Biography Fic, Slow Burn, Angst | 155,468 words

foh’s comment: A very detailed and truly heart-breaking story about two friends going through the grief of losing their best friend. Depicts moments of Yamada Hizashi’s life trying to cope with loss, while making an effort to remain his and Aizawa’s friendship. I cried a lot and was devastated. It’s not easy to read but it worth its happy ending.

Enchanted by MarziPanda95 Yamada-centric, Quirk Accident, Angst, Hurt/Comfort | 30,045 words

foh’s comment: This is one of the best Erasermic plot-stories! I warn you: there's heavy angst!Hizashi. Yamada gets hit with quirk that allows every single person victim faces to give them commands and the victim obeys them unquestioningly. All week Present Mic carries out other people's tasks and commands, until one day the worst happens.

No Quirks AU:

teach me a lesson (about you) by frootjuiceg Teachers and Schools, Campings, Getting Together | 18,565 words

foh’s comment: I love AUs where there are no quirks, like some modern AU. Yamada and Aizawa are just some normal HS teachers. Yamada tries to befriend with Aizawa flirting his way out to Shouta’s heart, but Aizawa thinks they have nothing in common until a school trip changes his mind.

By Moonlight Getting Together, From Strangers to Lovers, Secret Identity | 41189 words

foh’s comment: Hizashi works as a reporter for a gossip column. He decides to write about an avenger, not suspecting that his close colleague, with whom he begins to fall in love, is the avenger he writes about. This is SO interesting and romantic, please read it was wild.

Black Keys Make Music Too by RohanBerry

Aizawa-centric, Slow Burn, Widowhood, Hurt/Comfort | 65432 words

foh’s comment:

One of the best No Quirks!AU, felt so realistic when I first read it. An overwhelming and beautiful in its sadness, but there’s a happy ending. After death of his husband, Oboro, Aizawa doesn't live, rather he exists. And that was until the day he met his new neighbour who started to play piano at Sundays.

Hook, Line, and Sinker by KuriKuri Getting to Know Each Other, Mistaken Identity | 26,116 words

foh’s comment: A simple, slightly long, and a little confounded story about a teacher and a famous singer meeting online. Only the teacher doesn't think he's talking to a real celebrity.

Aizawa the Aristocat by Collateral_Beauty Cats AU (the Aristocats AU, your honour), Family Feels and Dynamics, Probably Unfinished Work | 53,810 words

foh’s comment: Wait! I could scare with ‘probably unfinished’, but please-please go read it. It’s so well-written and very interesting. Like it’s the living dream: Cat Aizawa adopting some kittens, rescues and action, humour and romance… CATS. Go on, support the dear author, maybe they will write more chapters.

Toil & Trouble by KuriKuri Getting To Know Each Other, Magic | 11248 words

foh’s comment: 10/10 cuteness, magic, and romance. Shota is a witch who can turn into a cat. Hizashi is his neighbour-siren with a very sunny balcony.

The Ascension of Sunlight by YamiHeart AU Space Deities, Hurt/Comfort | 5512 words

foh’s comment: A love story between the moon and the sunlight. A very beautiful and short story.

A Demonstration in Dueling by ByTheBi and GhostAlebrije Established Erasermic | 1,833 words

foh’s comment: So, I needed this particular AU. Go ahead, read about two flirting professors bastards dueling in front of students.

Necessity by Zombiesms Erasermic x Steven Universe Fusion AU | 614 words

In-Canon Verse Fics

Post-It Notes by StarBeeCreates Mutual Pining, Identity Reveal, Action and Case Fic | 53,139 words

foh’s comment: Flirty-ass villain Present Mic and pining Hero Eraserhead playing mouse-cat game revealing very-big plot. Go read it, it really worth every praise I give it.

Dirtied Black Heart by politelydeclined Married Erasermic, Character Study, Post-USJ, PTSD | 3,795 words

foh’s comment: A brilliant description of Aizawa's PTSD after USJ. It's works like this that make Erasermic worth reading. Author explores how USJ affected Shouta's personal life from different angles, very touching and encouraging story.

If At First You Don't Succeed... by MarziPanda95 Yamada-centric, Groundhog Day, Heavy Angst | 26,625 words

foh’s comment: I admit that I don't know if there have been any other Groundhog Day or time loop works, but I can tell you that this gem is one of them. I'll warn you right away: this is a very heavy story. But it's worth every single word.

Written Words by formerlyBravo Diaries and Letters Fic, High School Sweethearts, Secret Relationship | 10,949 words

foh’s comment: I love the diary concepts! Because it's like a little detective story, even if we know who it's about, the main characters don't. And it's a really cute story about how the girls of 1A found a diary, in which someone tells their love story.

Across Our Universe by LeafontheWinf2 Mutual Pining, Action/Adventure, fckn YEARNING | 32992 words

foh’s comment: It will be mostly a happy story about friendship and space adventures! A little angst, because that's always necessary, but overall it should be fun. And the two angsty boys will be sweet and romantic and will be together by the end. A MAJOR crossover with Doctor Who. One of the best stories I've ever read! Emotional, beautiful, very cleverly constructed. The Doctor is just awesome bean.

All of Me by ill go with that then (Linelenagain) Established Erasermic, Proposal Fic | 8,111 words

foh’s comment: Aizawa Shouta’s trying to propose for almost 8k words. It’s funny but emphasizes an important part in relationship – to talk to your partners.

Catastrophes and Companions by estelraca Aizawa-centric, Cats | 15,685 words

foh’s comment: This story felt very differently when I first read it. In most stories, Aizawa already has cats, sometimes even more than one. This fanfic attracted me because Aizawa wants to get a cat so much, but he always makes a responsible decision not to. The story is about the importance of responsibility to our little friends, about dreams, unfulfilled and fulfilled.

Improbable Botany 101 by Tierfal Yamada-centric, Hanahaki Disease | 46,486 words

foh’s comment: One of the best Erasermic fanfics I've ever had the honour of reading. The author's style is so melodious, so gentle and soft. It seemed a bit drawn out, but I was happy from start to finish. My favourite part is the radio show.

Just a Push by Say_Jay Teenage Fic, Trainings | 4,940 words

foh’s comment: A beautiful and incredible story from Say_Jay about two boys training together to be the best. I really like how the boys' motives and actions are described. The text is very light but intriguing. It's a pleasure to read.

on air by lonelydoctors Marriage Proposal, Fluff | 2,846 words

foh’s comment: I'm really trying to pick more realistic and heavy works to read! I do really try! But I'm just a human, and forgive my silly heart, but I can't pass by such a frank writing! I can't. So forgive my sentimentality. Shouta proposes Hizashi during his show.

look after you by dizzyingly_dreamy Family Feels and Dynamics, Angst and Fluff | 10,512 words

foh’s comment: Classic EraserMic+Shinsou Family fanfic, but with a nice touch of deep analysis from the author. Though you may find the idea not really original, it has really good points on Aizawa’s character, you just can’t go away from this story before you finish reading.

Grounded by thechaoscryptid Aizawa-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues | 2,197 words

foh’s comment: A pictorial text-study of character’s dissociation. I would call it a cruel beauty of words.

Year by Year (two-shot series) by ill go with that then (Linelenagain) Getting Together, High School Sweethearts | 12,444 words

foh’s comment: Written before Shirakumo appeared in canon! One of the cutest things I've ever read. Don't get me wrong, I don't like over-the-top fluff either - I'm all for realism! But... this is irresistible. Just read it. How One Training Session Leads to Friendship, Love, and Mutual Help.

Change Comes by fecklessphilanderer Aizawa-centric, Character Study, Angst, Post-USJ | 4252 words

foh’s comment: For these little gems that I love fanfiction. The work isn't long, but it covers an interesting topic. Shouta's face changes slightly after plastic surgery after USJ attack. He doesn't notice it until it's specifically pointed out. This work is wholesome and absolutely brilliant.

“Promise.” by Lingxz After-UA, Grief, Miscommunication | 7,793 words

foh’s comment: This isn’t really Erasermic romance story but it studies their relationship on the deep level, discovering their lives after losing Oboro. No more words, it’s very sad, but it’s hopeful.

Tattletale and The Path We Chose by LipstickVenom AU! Present Mic is Vigilante, Angst and Action | sum. ~250k words

foh’s comment: Initially I wanted to list them separately, but calling them series seemed wrong. They flow smoothly into each other, if the author had not chosen to separate them, it would have been a full-fledged big story of 250k+ words.

In my opinion, another underrated work on these two. A very plausible explanation of the relationship. Slow-burn, but not so slow to get bored. I love this work for the nakedness of feelings, for the plausibility of emotion. Plot is driving and interesting to catch on, so – go on!

Family Ties (series) by LipstickVenom Hurt/Comfort, Biography Fic, Family | 12975 words

foh’s comment: A great two-fic series exploring Shouta's household and past. From one of my favorite authors.

Ledges. by sunkensubtext Mutual Pining, Weddings | 16592 words

foh’s comment: A great love story in the good old mutual pining style. Shouta's family is here! And they are nice people. Shouta's older sister is getting married in America, Shota takes Hizashi with him to translate. Two fools try to hide that they have feelings.

Finding Safety in the Mountains by ravyn_sinclai Different Meeting AU, Getting to Know Each Other, Hurt/Comfort | 24298 words

foh’s comment: Very beautiful and relatively fresh story! In this story, Yamada and Aizawa are not heroes, but ordinary people trying to find salvation in a small village and live a quiet peaceful life. I repeat, everything in this fanfic is beautiful: from the description of the nature and town to the plot. Just read it!

Still Here by buffyaddict13 Pre-Relationship, Character Study, Angst, Spoilers to last chapters | 6201 words

foh’s comment: It was very hard to read even though it catches on manga and anime scenes. This work studies deeply Aizawa and Yamada feelings and dealing with the death of Oboro. If you really like Rooftop Trio storyline you’ll be very involved. I respect everything that buffyaddict13 writes, so your turn to read it.

when you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. because all I could do was swallow by ethereal_catharsis Getting Together, Abusive Relationships, Heavy Hurt/Comfort | 7485 words

foh’s comment: Hizashi has an abusive boyfriend, his friends are very worried. And Shouta heavily caring for him worries more than anybody. If abusive relationships triggers you please be aware, this shit is sick. I wanted to read something like this because this theme is important to be known and discussed.

Reasons by Nobody has no body Aizawa-centric, First Meeting, Action | 6k+ words

foh’s comment: Written pre-Oboro. The story of how Shouta entered the first year of the hero academy, met Hizashi, and survived the fight with the villain. Very detailed and analyzing fic.

Present Mic is Civilian AU

A Few Disasters Short by Robbirdthe8th (FictionalFeather) Different Meeting AU, Getting Together, Pining | 36,781 words

foh’s comment: Hizashi is a famous musician who happens to visit a cat cafe owned by Aizawa and his small family. Hizashi comes there for inspiration and a desire to get to find out more about the mysterious owner of the cafe. A wonderful romantic story, with some vigilante!Shinsou and precious Eri.

missing out (on you) by White Different Meeting AU, Getting to Know Each Other | 23,456 words

foh’s comment: An interesting and romantic take on what would happen if Yamada wasn't a hero, but a simple radio host who encountered the underground hero Aizawa. A simple but captivating story.

Musutafu Nights: Track 1 by ByTheBi Different Meeting AU, Getting to Know Each Other | 1,844 words

foh’s comment: Short but cute. This civllian!AU has grown on me.

The Waiting Area by MarziPanda95 Hospitals, Getting Together | 23,158 words

foh’s comment: If you ever watched ‘Just like Heaven’ (a 2005 film), you may find some references. It’s romantic and a little bit silly, but somehow I grew on it. Hizashi here is so clever and so lovely.

Quirk Accident Trope:

deep roots do not wither by Ink_On_Parchment Mutual Pining, Flower Language | 12,018 words

foh’s comment: Mic gets hit with some child’s innocent quirk that makes a crown of flowers that indicates his deep feelings. If you like the language of flowers - this is the work for you. A beautiful and interesting approach to this trope.

Running to Stand Still by Kiyoko_Michi Aizawa-centric, Non-Sexual De-Aging of Character, Secret Identity | 42,604 words

foh’s comment: Aizawa gets hit with age-regression quirk that causes him to forget almost fifteen years of his past. He’s struggling to find out what is going on. When I started this rec list I marked this work as ‘very close to canon, could’ve been a part of it even’. I meant that it’s very well written, go read.

Cat-sualty by LowlyWriter Animal Transformation, Married Erasermic | 12,360 words

foh’s comment: Catzawa! You can't miss the well-written story of Shouta Aizawa's transformation into a cat.

Authors Who Made Erasermic Special For Thousands People

deafmic

foh’s comment: In my opinion, deafmic is the foundation-stone of Erasermic fanfiction. If you just start with Erasermic, please go check deafmic’s works. I cannot pick one of them, they are all good, interesting, driving, experimental – everything!

Say_Jay

foh’s comment: Jay is a legend who has written many narrative, action and experimental works. Works to read and reread forever.

YamiHeart

foh’s comment: Yami has created many great and interesting aus and in-canonverse stories that any of us, Erasermic fans, love and deeply care about. You will never get bored with the imagination of this author!

KuriKuri

foh’s comment: KuriKuri is another legendary author who you can get a ton of No Qurks!AU from. All of this author's stories are rated very highly and each one definitely deserves it.

That is all for now. Thank you for checking out my recomendation list. All of these authors are sunshines and great peope who put their souls and hearts into this fandom. After reading these stories, please give them kudos and write your comments. My List will be continued with Aizawa & Shinsou father-son, Erasermic Family recomendation list soon!

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