#shinketsu high

[underratedmhapoll]

Match 1 - Seiji Shishikura - Shinketsu High Student: Shishikross VS Rumi Usagiyama -Rabbit Hero: Mirko

[m0chicakes]

Camie pt 2

[froppyapproved]

au where Camie and Inasa successfully swap Every Shinketsu insignia with the 90′s  “s”

i mean 

it’s lowkey canon anyhow

[hobgobbin]

i had a hat epiphany

[quirkless-accident]

To spice things up abit

Danny is a Shinketsu teacher/student

Bonus besties with ms.joke/

Danny had originally wanted to work at UA. It was his alma mater, and all of his closest friends worked there. But Clockwork always said that everything is as it should be, so when he walked through the gates of Shiketsu High, he figured it was meant to be.

And, years later, that's still held up pretty strongly. Granted, there were certain times when he just felt like phoning it in. It was a job, and sometimes it really did feel like one. Especially on the long days of training after long nights of patrolling or stakeouts with Eraserhead or-god forbid-the occasional Ghost Zone thing he had to deal with during a weeknight.

Still, he's glad he can confidently say he genuinely enjoys his job. He never thought he would like teaching. After all, he remembers what it was like to be a student-and a bad one at that-but he also remembers the lack of support he had from the people he needed it from the most. If just one of his teachers had reached out a helping hand, he's sure he would have excelled a lot more. And honestly, with the grades he graduated with, it's kind of a surprise he was even accepted for the teaching position to begin with.

But everything is as it should be.

He does his best to be the kind of teacher for his students that he never had. He keeps spare blankets and pillows for when they really need a nap, and extra granola bars in his desk for those who can't afford a little extra food every now and then. And though he's terrible with everything but math and science, he tries his best to help them understand the work they get from other classes.

He enjoys watching his student's eyes sparkle with recognition when they finally solve a problem, or shine with passion when they talk about something they love, or something new that happened with their quirk. And when he went on his own tangents about space or quirk theory, they all sat at the edge of their seats, hanging on every word. Danny never thought he would be a good teacher, but he's glad to see himself proven wrong every single day.

The other perk to working at a superhero school is his coworkers. They're all talented in their own rights, with skills he would never be able to dream of having. But there's one in particular he gets along with well. Like a house on fire, really. Sometimes literally depending on how out of hand their pranks go. But Ms. Joke has been a godsend throughout his teaching career, and he wouldn't trade her for the world.

Through his toughest, meanest days she's stood by his side. Though she never seems to have bad days herself, he makes a point of letting her know he's there for her if she needs him, just like she's there for him. But if either of them ever need a pick-me-up, all it takes is one quick text, a very secretive lunch period, and a can of whip cream.

Danny likes to think that there will be ballads about the kind of pranks they've pulled, each one more wild and crazy than the last. They've never done any genuine harm except for the occasional lost eyebrow (that was completely deserved, if you ask Danny). And they never fail to lift their spirits. Without fail, every single one has ended with them crying and laughing on the floor, unable to stand any longer from the sheer chaotic joy they've caused.

Sometimes he wonders what it would be like if he had gotten that job at U.A. instead. Would he be drinking coffee in the mornings with Aizawa in a steady silence? Would he be brushing up on his literature with Cementoss? Would he be scrutinized in every way imaginable by Nezu? Probably a yes to all of those things.

But he's also created this little pocket of peace. He finally carved out a little section of the world that was just his. It didn't belong to ghosts or anybody else. Just one, kinda tired, Daniel Fenton, teacher extraordinaire.

Plus, the jokes with his morning coffee was a plus.

Besides, everything is as it should be.

And he had no plans on changing that anytime soon.

[mae-gi-writes]

Not Soft (PT.1) | Bakugo Katsuki (BNHA)

Summary:

Bakugo Katsuki is not soft. Except maybe for you.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Bakugo Katsuki is not soft.

And that, everyone knows. So catch someone calling him anything close to that very definition and they're bound to get their entire body blasted with that fiery quirk of his.

He knows, better than anyone else, that he is the star of UA. People's eyes have been on him ever since his debut at the tender age of fifteen and now, at eighteen, he's pretty certain there isn't anyone in the entirety of Tokyo that doesn't know him. How can they, when his face is plastered across every tv screen available? If not for Deku, maybe he'd have the entire spotlight for himself. Not that this deters him. It only spurs him on to be better, because he has to. He has to become the best hero.

So why?

Why the fuck is he unable to tear his eyes off you?

The first time that Bakugo had gotten a glimpse of your existence had been a mere accident. Freshly transferred from Shinketsu high school earlier this year and deapite being shy and awkward, you had adapted pretty quickly to the warm welcome from the girls' side.

Quite obviously, Uraraka had deemed it her job to introduce you around to everyone on campus. Tsu and Mina hung off your arms as you chatted about histories and your quirks.

Bakugo had been busy training to control his blasts in the training field -- and he would've done a much better job if Deku and Todoroki weren't around to slow down his pace -- when the group of girls stumbled upon the scene, bringing the noise over with them like they were at a frickin' summer fest.

It didn't help that they were all fawning over Todoroki's good looks and admiring Deku's muscles, making as much of a ruckus as a pack of hyenas gone wild that Bakugo had snapped like an angered dog.

"Will you shut the fuck up!?" A vein throbbed at his temple when he spun around with a glare that could've melted mountains, "this ain't your fuckin' playground! Go flirt somewhere else--"

His crimson orbs had fluttered to yours. You'd flinched, then hesitantly lifted your lips into a smile.

Bakugo's chest exploded.

From then onwards, he'd catch you everywhere. To the point where he wonders if you're doing this on purpose, popping up at the most random times to make his heart go staccato.

He hates it. He hates it so much his fingers itch to fucking grab something and-- ugh!

"Fuckin' get outta my way!" He roars every time he spots you standing in the peripheral of his desk, storming over with such aggressivity that you're shaking as you stumble back.

"Jeez Bakugo, chill it with the newbie would you?" Kirishima tries to subdue him, to no avail because who can subdue Bakugo anyway?

"Don't worry, he's always a little prickly," Ochako shrugs her shoulders, "you'll get used to it."

The more he tries ignoring you, the more it seems to work less in his favour. Like in combat training for example, where he gets partnered up with you. He doesn't hesitate to throw a fit at Aizawa, who is quick to restrain him with bandages and tells him to cooperate.

And the thing is, Bakugo can't even look at you in the eye. Not even when you call his name. It's like he's set on ignoring you even when you try calling for him.

"Bakugo-kun, we can`t spar if you're not willing to cooperate," you say with exasperation, hands at the ready.

"Who says I wanna spar with you?!" He scowls with such ferocity and it would've worked to scare you off, if not for the fact that he can't seem to look at you for too long.

Nor can he stop the redness blazing up his neck.

"Well Aizawa sensei put us together for a reason so unless you want to fight the wall, then I'll just have to do," you tell him, "can't you at least try--"

"Fuck off Y/N!"

On other occasions, he finds himself squeezed in next to you in the lunch hall when the girls had decided to gatecrash their table in particular. And of course, fucking Kaminari has to say something about it.

"You okay bro? You're all red and look like you're about to piss your pants."

Bakugo can't help but explode, "What are those fuckin' extras doin' here?!"

"Aw come on man, don't be a dick," red-haired Kirishima doesn't hesitate to sling his arms around the blonde's neck similarly to what he'd do with an overexcited pitbull, "there's space for everyone in here."

Grumbling and pulling against Kirishima's iron grip, Bakugo curses and does the mistake of catching your eye. And that only makes his blush turn fire-engine red.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?!" He barks out on impulse, quickly averting his gaze, "mind your own fuckin' business!"

"I'm not doing anything," you're quick to avert your own gaze, before mutttering, "not like you're anything special."

"Say that again, loser!"

"You don't have to yell. I'm right here--"

His fist shoots out so quick you barely realize he"s grabbed a hold of your shirt before he's tugged you closw to him, embarrassment now gone as his nostrils flare in anger. You've definitely bruised his ego and as you hear Kaminari mumble out an "oh shit" in Jirou's ear, you know you're done for.

"Listen here, dumbass," Bakugo growls out, blood red eyes locked onto yours, "don't get in my way."

You say nothing, only scowling back.

"Guys come on, chill out," Ochako puts up her hands in a gesture of peace, though that goes completely unnoticed as you're both too locked in an intense scowl battle.

That is, before Bakugo finally realises that you're a little too close, so close he can smell your shampoo; a mixture or lilac and fresh coconut...or is it? He sniffs out of impulse. And then, reddens with blazing heat the moment your eyes meet.

He shoves you back so violently that you topple over to the ground butt first, causing both Ochako and Kirishima to shout out, "Bakugo!"

"That wasn't cool man," Kaminari murmurs while Kirishima quickly helps you up. You murmur a soft thank you and Bakugo turns away before the guilt swallows him whole.

"Fuckin' hell," he doesn't wait, shoving back his chair before storming out of the lunch hall before he can taste the remorse on his tongue.

Your face haunts him for the rest of that week.

Never in his whole life has Bakugo ever felt so out of control. It's like he's sitting right in the middle of a tornado, a mess of feelings that he just doesn't know how to deal with. Part of him wishes to ask someone -- anyone -- for answers, but he's Bakugo, the prodigy of Class 1-A. He doesn't ask for help, much less from those stupid bunch of extras that will only erupt with gossip.

Unfortunately for him, Kirishima seems to have a good eye upon the slightest shifts in his demeanor, even going as far as to ask him whether he has a problem with the newcomer.

"The fuck you yappin' about?! Why would I care about that loser?"

"Maybe because you seem to blush every time she's close? Or how you can't even look at her in the face?" His red-haired friend examines his nails while leaning against one of the training poles, watching Bakugo throw punch after punch with excessive pent-up rage, "how do you find her, anyway?"

"Huh?" Bakugo's head whips around, glaring at him.

"She's pretty cool, isn't she? If you forget the fact that she came from Shinketsu. I'd even go as far to say that she's cute."

"If you're gonna talk about shit like that, go talk to Pikachu," Bakugo growls, throwing punch after punch, after punch-- until the dummy flies off its hinges and crashes to the ground.

"You're red, Bakubro. Are you --"

He yelps in mid-sentence when the latter thrusts his palm out with a burst of explosion, "Go to fuckin' hell!"

What's so great about you anyway? His mind roars as he plummets a rain of punches through the endless row of dummies like his blood just can't seem to calm down. Why is he so intent on keeping his eyes on you when you barely stand out? You're not a prodigy, your quirk is just above average -- you have a gift for working with shadows -- and you seem to hate his guts as much as he does.

But his eyes are like magnets, always finding you in the crowd, always sizing you up and analyzing the fluidity of your movements, the gracefulness that mimics that of a ballerina. He can't understand how someone can move in a way that feels as if they're dancing with the wind.

He wants to slap himself. Pound some reality into that head of his. With his fists.

There is no solution other than avoiding you altogether which, let's face it, isn't his forte.

But he tries. He really tries his best.

Except, you're kind of always in the way. Or you forcefully try to anyway.

You seem to know exactly what unnerves him, what hits all the wrong spots. During training under Aizawa's close eye, you keep on brushing off his insults, laughing and even going as far as to pat his shoulder for good measure even when he's gotten you black and bruised at the end of each session.

Whenever you spot him sitting alone in the lunch hall, you'd plunk your tray beside him and engage him in conversation even if you're the only one talking for the most part.

"I'm trying to improve the extension of my quirk so that I can use it during close combat," you say through a mouthful of sandwich, oblivious to the reddish tint taking over Bakugo's ears, "Aizawa sensei told me I should practice them separately before combining them. But it's taking so much time and energy."

Silence. Only broken by the aggressive scooping up of Bakugo's spoon against his bowl. But that's normal. It's expected.

You sigh, waving to Tsu and Ochako who wave back happily as they line up for their food.

"Should fuckin' eat more."

You blink, realizing that those words had come out of none other than the blonde sitting before you, red eyes glaring into his food.

Your jaw falls slack, "h--huh?"

Red pupils flick up to yours, "should fuckin' eat more," he repeats with a growl, "you eat like a lil' ass bird. No wonder you can't control shit."

"O--oh." He's actually talking to you. Why does he even bother?! Shut your trap fucker! His mind screams, "t--thanks. Bakugo-kun."

"Don't thank me, do something about it," he snaps, and before you know he's reaching over and dumping a few meatballs into your bowl, "there. Now fuckin' eat and stop sittin' on your ass during training!"

It is at this exact moment that Ochako and Tsu turn up, trays in hand and eyes darting between you and Bakugo in confusion.

"Y/N-chan, did Bakugo-kun just give you his food?" Tsu quips, as tactless as ever, "he must really like you."

"Shut yer' trap, Frog Bitch!" Bakugo explodes before you can scramble for an explanation. He grabs his tray and storms off, dumping it off with unecessary force on his way out and barging into Deku without so much as a glance back at him like he usually would've.

That doesn't deter you from continually seeking him out though, and while he loathes having you stick around when he can't seem to control his sanity, he's glad to find that you take his advice, grabbing onto two loaves instead of one at each meal, ensuring that you finish everything on your plate. He notices a change in your snacks too; how you switch out cookies for protein bars, your dark chocolate for peanuts.

He feels proud, to say the least.

"Hey you were right," you tell him after practice the following week. You are both sweaty and bruised, and will definitely make a trip to Recovery Girl soon after. For now though, he's content lying in the dirt and catching his breath, content to smell the soft coconut in the air that signals you're collapsed on his right.

"It helps my quirk when I eat more," he can feel you smile even if he doesn't see you, "did you feel it?"

He grunts. Compliments don't come naturally to him. But he has to admit you're doing better -- way better than he had expected.

"Your punches are shit," he states.

"Yesh I know. I hate training with weights."

"Hm.". A pause. Then, he grunts, "you got a pretty good roundhouse."

"Ooh Bakugo," you push yourself up with your arms to send him a teasing grin, "what's this? A compliment?"

"Shut up." Pause. "Fuckin' extra."

You giggle, "you're not that bad to be around, after all. Either that or I'm getting used to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"That people have got you all wrong," you grin at him and he swears his heart squeezes so hard in his chest that he chokes.

Coughing and turning away from you on his elbow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while your head pops up behind him, "you okay, Bakugo--"

" 'm fine!" He yells a little too loud. So loud that your classmates turn and stare.

He scrambles to his feet with lightning speed, doesn't wait to hear the concern spilling from your lips as he stomps out of the training grounds. This is ririculous, choking because of a compliment! What the fuck is wrong with him!?

It isn't until he reaches his room, rams a fist into his wall before looking up into his closet mirror -- that he catches sight of himself:

Flushed cheeks. Reddened neck. Steam coming out of his ears. Chest stuttering and heart skipping beats like someone's playing drums.

Shit.

Bakugo is not soft. But maybe for you, he might be.

----

"Oi."

Midoriya almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of Bakugo's voice booming through the gymnasium. He swivels around, eyes wide and already tearing up with apprehensive fear.

When Bakugo's around, there's bound to be trouble that follows.

"K--Kacchan? H--Hey," Midoriya's heart is practically jumping out of his chest the closer Bakugo stomps up to him. Maybe out of impulse, he winces and cowers back, "did you--uh-- did you need anything Kaachan?"

Bakugo stares at him for a moment. Then, jerks his chin to the Gym doors, grumbling a soft, "outside."

Midoriya's pulse spikes even more as he reluctantly trails after the blonde. He tries to recount everything he's done in the last 24 hours but comes up with nothing upon realizing he hasn't even seen Bakugo in the last two days, much less interacted with him.

"What is it, Kacchan?" Midoriya wipes his sweaty hands over his pants as Bakugo stares off in the distance, surprisingly calm for someone so impulsive.

It is slightly unnerving. Strangrly terrifying.

"Round face liked you, didn't she?"

Midoriya's entire body jolts as if electrified. He gapes at Bakugo, who is quick to snap in defence, "Whatcha' lookin' at, fuckin' Deku?! Just answer the damn question!"

"Uh--Uh y-yeah yeah! She--I think she did! But not anymore!" Midoriya squeaks out, trying not to squirm under Bakugo's threatening scowl.

"Hmph," his scowl deepened, "and did'ya?"

"Did I?..."

"Did you like her back, dumbass?!"

"Oh n--no! I mean I like Uraraka as a friend but--but not more!"

"Fuck," Bakugo swivels around, "fuckin' useless."

"Wait Kacchan!" Midoriya cries out just as the latter is about to walk away. He swivels with such a foul scowl that Deku squirms, "why...do you ask?"

"None of your business!"

The dark-haired, freckled boy might've believed him, if not for the rumours. It is a widely known fact that you and Bakugo seem to hit it off well. You seem to be the only one able to tame his temper and for that, Midoriya thinks you're a gift provided by the heavens.

"I could help you," Midoriya offers, but that only stirs up Bakugo even more, "I don't need your fuckin' help!--"

"Is this about Y/N?"

Bakugo's face pinks, "that--You--Shut up!"

"Do you like Y/N, Kacchan?"

"Wha--No!--The fuck?!" Bakugo reels back like Midoriya has just slapped him, "what you talkin' about?!"

It's not his words, nor his balled-up fists, but his face that gives him away, and it's so strange and foreign on Bakugo that Midoroya has to blink twice to realize that his blonde friend is blushing like a schoolboy, with an expression that looks akin to mortification.

If this were anyone else, Midoriya would've inquired without hesitation. But this is Bakugo, who never divulges his feelings, who never never seeks him out for stuff like that.

So he has to tread on fragile waters.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you," Midoriya starts off gently as Bakugo tenses so hard that veins pop out of his arms, "but I'm assuming you're asking me because you want answers--"

"Damn right I do."

"About your feelings? Towards Y/N?"

The scowl on Bakugo's face deepens tenfold. A vein pops on his forehead.

"Well," Midoria continues gently, "it's not impossible. For you to like someone--"

"Who says I like her?!"

"No one! I didn't say anything! Just-- liking someone doesn't make you weak! Or--or dumb!" Midoriya is already taking a step back, just out of Bakugo's range so that he can't throttle him, "It's human you know! And it's really great if it works out!"

But Bakugo doesn't do that. He shoves his hands in his pockets and, with a permanent scowl, mutters a gruff, "keep talkin'. "

"Well uhm-- I mean I'm no expert. But I guess...liking someone feels like, you know, like you want to be with them all the time. You want to see them smile and when they do it's like -- addictive. Like seeing the sun after a rainy day," Midoriya's smile is soft, gentle. He looks down at his hands, "I imagine you'd want to touch them, hold their hands and stuff even if the idea makes your palms sweat and your heart race."

He looks up towards the blonde in question and is surprised to find the latter the colour of a fire-engine, as if he's been exposed to Todoroki's fire.

"Kacchan?"

Bakugo jumps. Very unlikely of him. "W--What?!"

"Were you listening?"

"Course I was dumbass!"

"Oh okay, w--well uhm...does that help?"

Bakugo's eye twitches for a minute, jaw clenched so tight Midoriya fears he might break it in two before swivelling around to stomp off without so much as a thsnks or a goodbye. Not that Midoriya has expected much, who only smiles like a parent watching his children grow up.

Meanwhile, Bakugo's head is spinning, barely taking note of his surroundings. Heart racing? Palms sweating more than they should? And -- he slams the brakes upon his thoughts just as they're about to go downhill and shakes his head so violently it starts aching.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell! He screams inwardly, hand going to rake through his hair on impulse.

It's not that he's ignorant about love, or the fact that maybe he will have to find a partner at some point. He knows, he's seen his parents-- as gross as it was. However, that is definitely not his priority. It's not even on his goddamn list!

So why?

Why can't he just stop?

----

"Bakugo's acting weird."

That comment is enough for Ochako to stop in mid-bite, glancing up at Tsu's statement before both eyes swivel towards the said cause in question:

You.

You blink back at them, "what?" You ask through a mouthful of fried noodles.

"He's been avoiding us," Tsu states as if it isn't obvious enough, "I wonder whether it's because he likes Y/N-chan."

You almost spit out your food, "What?"

"Didn't you know?"

"No," spluttering, you quickly swivel towards Ochako for answers, "what's this about?"

"Everyone knows," Ochako replies with slight embarrassment, "the boys have been saying that ever since you and Bakugo have started training together, he's been acting really weird. Not his usual self. And whenever you're around he gets all hot and bothered for some reason--"

"Because he finds me annoying," you quickly reply.

Ochako shakes her head though, short chesnut strands brushing her cheeks as she does so, "because he likes you, Y/N."

"He's looking at you now," Tsu quips.

"That's not true--" you turn to prove them wrong, but are astounded to find glaring red orbs blaze into yours for a few hot seconds.

"The fuck you lookin' at?!" He yells.

You wince. Of course. You quickly turn back to face the two girls.

"See?" Tsu nudges you, a floppy smile spreading across her lips, "he's been staring for over five minutes."

"He just shouted at me," you deadpan.

"He's just embarrassed. That's Bakugo for you," Ochako replies.

"He's definitely blushing," Tsu adds.

You don't believe them. Not at first. Bakugo? Liking you of all people? You're barely meeting his standards and the only times you talk is when he takes pleasure in insulting you. If that's his way of flirting then...

Then what?

Admittedly, you had entertained the idea of how it would feel to be intimate with the blonde top student, not only for his status in UA but also due to his dashingly good looks. Precisely why he's the main subject of conversation whenever the subject of 'arms' or 'tight abs' or 'muscles' comes up.

But.

And the but is a big one. You don't feel like love is even something Bakugo has in his vocabulary, which thus results in you shoving all romantic thoughts in the back of your mind in the dusty closet gathering all unspoken thoughts.

It feels like you're treading on eggshells the next week, always jumping whenever Bakugo's voice is in hearig distance and doing your best to avoid him. You lie to Aizawa about being sick for the entire week in order to skip training with Bakugo, which you realize is a big mistake the moment he barges into your room without warning,

"Bakugo?!" Your scream is muffled against the shirt that you're halfway pulling up your torso, and it takes you -- and the blonde boy --a split second to realize that you're in the middle of changing.

Your brain shoots off.

"What the fuck!?"

"What are you doing here!?"

You yelp and he cries out a string of curse words, both whipping around while you take this chance to shove your shirt back down.

When you glance back over your shoulder, it's to see Bakugo still facing away, his body hunched and hands shoved into his pant pockets.

"Are you done!?" He bursts out so forcefully that you wince, "y--yeah. You know you could've knocked...right?"

"I know that! Dumbass!"

"Then why didn't you?" You pause, "and stop yelling at me. Why are you even here?"

Embarrassment forgotten, Bakugo turns back around as a scowl twists his face into a snarl, "why you skippin' training?"

You're about to respond when he beats you to it, "fuckin' liar. You're not even sick. The hell you playin' at?!"

"I--" how are you supposed to tell him that he is the reason for your weird ass behaviour? You want to say something, anything. But the words get stuck in your throat like sandpaper, "I felt dizzy so I decided to take it easy,"

"Don't bullshit me," advancing forward as you stumble back on surprise, your butt hits the edge of your study table as he closes in on you and somehow, though you know Bakugo's body is well-built in all the right places, he seems colossal, intimidating.

"I don't waste my time with losers," Bakugo's growl is low, and yet holds so much power, "so you better stop your pathetic whining and get your ass back in the gym--"

"Do you like me?"

The words spill out of you without warning.

You gasp. He freezes in mid-stride.

Maroon eyes meet ruby red and for a long stretch of silence, you just stare at each other.

Then, Bakugo explodes.

"Hah?! Fuck No!-- I--What--" He reels back like you just burned him, face burning up and eyes darting right, left, anywhere -- everywhere -- in order to avoid your gaze.

He looks so endearing, like a child who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. Stepping forward with an amused smile curving along your lips, you tilt your head to the side, "are you blushing--"

"I'm not blushing! W-Why the heck would I do that?!"

"Aw, it's okay Bakugo. You're allowed to be embarrassed. It's only human."

"I'm not fucking embarrassed! Who said I was?!"

"Well," you drag the word out, taking another step closer, then another. And another until his back hits the closet door with a soft thud, "why don't you look at me then?"

And he does, because of course Bakugo will accept every challenge thrown his way, which grants you an even better view of the fiery glaze dotting his cheeks. His eyes are darting away from you but it’s clear as day that there’s more to the silent mortification swallowing him whole. There’s a mixture of embarrassment sure, but there’s also a slight weakened affirmation in the way his body leans in towards yours despite his aggressive words. 

He wants you to know, despite scolding you for constantly berating him. 

He wants you to know without having to say it himself.

Leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest, your eyebrow quirks up as you repeat your earlier question, “do you like me?” 

His entire torso stiffens. His jaw is clenched so tight you fear he might grind his teeth to pieces. 

“Bakugo,” you emphasize his name, grin widening, “it’s a yes or no question."

Still, he stays quiet, albeit grumbling softly and turning his head to the side.

"Baku--"

He snaps back with a snarl, "What?!"

You just look at him, "you know what," you reach out your arm hesitantly towards his shoulder, only for him to swat it away violently, "don't touch me!"

That hurts. Not what he says. He's always so violent. But the way he says it. It's filled with such malice it makes your eyes sting.

You blink, arm dropping and trying to ignore the way your throat tightens, "sorry," you mumble and slowly move back.

"Sorry," you repeat yourself, not quite sure what you're apologising for exactly. Maybe you might have pushed things a little too far and so start to turn away from the blonde with a nervous little laugh.

But before you realize it Bakugo's grabbed your wrist to pull you back to face him, tugging you a little closer in the process.

A small gasp dies at the back of your throat. You gaze up at him, who'a adamantly averting his eyes and gnawing so aggressively on his lower lip that you fear he might start bleeding.

"Don't--" he struggles, spitting the word out like venom, "go."

So you listen, allowing yourself to get pulled a little further into him and getting a whiff of his deodorant. It smells like caramel and a spice you can't quite place, though that's not quite what takes your attention. Not when his arm holding your wrist releases to slowly, hesitantly, wrap around your middle.

Stumbling into his chest, your breath halts. You stare up at him to find his head still turned away, so defiantly in fact, that you could've imagined the warmth of his loose embrace.

"Fuck," his curse is a mere whisper. One final tug and your face fits against his chest, "so fuckin' stupid."

You swear your heart staggers to a halt.

The moment lasts for quite a while, with him holding you close with both arms now cradling your waist, face pressed to his torso while your hands are splayed across his chest in a silence laden with the heavy weight of truth still left unsaid. You aren't quite sure what to do, what to say, and so decide to wait for the blonde to speak first, knowing full well that there's something on his mind.

"That answers your question?" His voice is deep, it makes you jump slightly in his hold.

You tilt your face upwards and are more than surprised to find him already gazing down at you. His eyes are still cold, still glinting with adrenaline and yet... there's something else.

Something you can't quite put your finger on.

"I...guess?"

"Ha?" His mouth tugs into a scowl, "how dense are you exactly?"

A small giggle erupts from your throat, "I got it," you tell him, knowing full well that for Bakugo, this is by far the most emotion he's ever let slip to anyone.

It's not much. But for now, it's enough.

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A/N : Will hopefully be a Part 2! Stay tuned! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! 💜

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Love Match-Part 1 (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

Summary: You were hopelessly single. Between working full time and caring for your aging parents, romance was never much of a priority. That is, until your mother suggests seeing a nakodo, a traditional Japanese matchmaker. Curious, you agree, and are matched with none other than Shoto Todoroki, the famous Pro Hero. At first, you think it's a joke, but as you grow closer, you begin to wonder if a marriage between two strangers could really work. 

Were you making a mistake? Or had you found your perfect match?

Word Count: 3,845

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“Attention passengers, the 310 to Tosche Station has been delayed due to unforeseen circumstances. Thank you for your patience and understanding at this time.”

Sometimes living in a superhuman society could be so inconvenient.

You sighed and reached into your coat pocket to pull out your phone. It was the second time this week a villain had disrupted your morning commute. They were certainly getting bolder. You shot your boss a text letting him know you’d be late and then returned your attention to the array of colorful signs overhanging the platform. Sure enough, your train’s status went from “on time” to “delayed.” Hopefully, there wouldn’t be too much collateral damage. They were still cleaning up the aftermath of the last brawl.

“Ooh, who do you think is fighting?”

You turned. Nearby, a group of students stood in a circle with their phones out. Judging by their uniforms, they were middle schoolers.

“I don’t know,” one of the girls said. “Maybe Uravity? I saw her on tv last week. She’s super cute.”

“Maybe. Or what about Endeavor? Isn’t he the Number One Hero?”

“Nah, not anymore. He’s like, old now. But I think he’s still in the top five, at least.”

“Someday I’ll be a top five Hero!” one of the boys announced loudly. “Just wait ‘til I get accepted to the hero course at U.A. Then I’ll really be able to show how strong my Quirk is.”

“Yeah, sure, Kenishi-kun.”

They all laughed lightheartedly before disappearing into the sea of school uniforms and dark business suits. You smiled to yourself. Your school days were long behind you now, but the memory of applying to high school was still as vivid as ever. The thrum of excitement as everyone listed their top schools, the anticipation of hearing back from admissions, and finally, the relief of making your decision. Most of your classmates planned to go to a normal high school and then either enter the workforce or pursue higher education, as you did. However, those with ambitions of becoming a Pro Hero applied to hero courses at elite schools like U.A. and Shinketsu. The few who managed to get in talked about it for weeks afterward.

Despite having a powerful Quirk, you were never drawn to the Pro Hero profession like so many of your peers had been. Instead, you were perfectly content with leading a quiet, normal life. After graduating high school, you decided to study business at one of the local universities and then moved on to the boring office job you worked at now. There wasn’t much to complain about; the pay was good, the people were nice, and, most importantly, the hours weren’t long. But that’s all it was: a job. Something to keep you busy and help provide for your aging parents, one of whom was chronically ill. It wasn’t something you were particularly passionate about.

Another twenty minutes passed before you heard a whistle in the distance and within a few moments, the train thundered onto the track. You braced yourself for the surge of people exiting onto the already packed platform. The morning commute was always the worst. Too many people crammed into a moving tin can like sardines while you tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible. Thankfully the ride itself wasn’t long and there was only one other stop along the way. As you pushed into the car, you managed to secure yourself a spot by the door and settled in for the ride.

When you finally arrived at your office, a relatively nondescript high rise, you were greeted by the sight of your three closest coworkers gathered around one of their computers. As you approached, you could see they were watching a live stream news broadcast about a group of Pro Heroes fighting a gang of Villains. The Heroes had won, and a reporter was interviewing one of them at the scene.

“Ugh, he’s so handsome,” Megumi sighed. “Even his voice sounds dreamy.”

“He’s super strong too. I can’t believe he almost took down the whole group by himself before his backup came,” Tomoko added, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hikaru tilted her head. “Why does he look like he forgot if he left the oven on?”

“What are you guys watching?” you asked, curious to know which Hero they were fawning over.

All three turned at the sound of your voice and said your name in unison.

“We were worried about you! Morioka-san said you would be late, but he didn’t tell us why. Is everything okay?” Megumi asked.

You nodded. “It was my train. A Villain attack delayed it, so I was stuck at the station. Remember, it happened to me earlier this week too.”

“Oh, it must’ve been the one we were just watching. See?”

Tomoko moved her chair away from the desk so you could see the news report better. The camera had cut back to the battle scene, which was littered with large chunks of ice and some scorch marks. Judging by the craters in the road and sidewalk, it must’ve been quite the fight. You were almost disappointed you missed it.

And then you saw who they’d been talking about.

With his distinct half-and-half appearance, he was easily recognizable, even for someone like you who didn’t pay much attention to Pro Heroes or their rankings. Your coworkers had been admiring Shoto Todoroki, the current Number 3 Hero. That explained why there was so much ice around. If you remembered correctly, his Quirk allowed him to generate ice from his right side and fire from his left. Talk about hitting the genetic lottery. It was like he was bred for Hero work.

“How do you think he got that scar?” Hikaru wondered aloud. She was referring to the prominent burn scar on his left side, which reached from his hairline to the top of his cheek. “Did a Villain give it to him?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. Not that it matters, because I think it only adds to his good looks.” Megumi nudged your shoulder. “Don’t you agree?”

You took another hard look at the man on the screen before you shrugged and said, “Eh, I guess.”

“So picky.” Tomoko teased. “That matchmaker certainly has his work cut out for him.”

You blushed as the conversation turned to your love life, or lack thereof. Sometimes you really regretted telling your coworkers that little bit of your personal life. They managed to bring it up almost every time they saw you. So nosy.

“Ah, right, how’s that going? Did you hear back from them yet?” Hikaru asked.

“No, not yet,” you replied, “But he said it could take a few weeks and I only submitted my profile last month. I’d rather it take a little longer than be paired with someone I don’t like.”

“You just have to trust the process! My cousin’s friend’s sister’s neighbor met her husband through a matchmaking service, and they just celebrated their tenth anniversary,” Megumi added.

“I know. My parents said the same thing when I started all this. But they could be biased since their marriage was arranged,” you said.

Hikaru yawned. “Well, I wouldn’t stress too much about it. If things don’t work out, you can always get a cat.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The computer screen grabbed your attention again. Shoto was still with the reporter, who seemed slightly exasperated by his short, vague responses. Guys like him don’t need matchmakers, you thought to yourself. He could walk into any bar or club and have his pick of anyone he wanted. Megumi was right; he was a pretty handsome guy and being rich and famous probably helped too.

You noticed the time at the bottom of the screen and excused yourself from Tomoko’s desk. It was time to get to work. There probably wasn’t much to do today, considering how slow things had been this week, but your train was late, and you wanted to make sure all your assignments were done before the weekend. You’d have to check in with Morioka later about that upcoming presentation he mentioned and see if he needed help organizing any future projects. Not to mention the mountain of emails you had to answer and the possibility of a meeting or two. Just standard, corporate things.

As you settled into your chair and typed out your password, you couldn’t help but wonder if Pro Heroes like Shoto ever had to sit and answer emails.

-

After work, you briefly stopped at the store to pick up a few things for your mother before heading home. She had texted you a small list around lunch time and said she wanted to make dinner that night. You were surprised by her offer, but happily agreed and got the groceries without complaint. If she was cooking, it meant she must’ve had some news to share. Perhaps the matchmaker had been in touch. All the more reason you wanted to get home as soon as possible.

You trudged up the stairs to your family’s apartment, carefully balancing your shopping bag as you dug around in your pocket for the keys. Your fingers and cheeks were numbed by the cold and when you opened the door, the heat that radiated from inside briefly warmed them.

“Kaasan, I’m home,” you called, toeing off your work shoes and switching to your house slippers. “I got the things you wanted.”

“In the kitchen!”

You rounded the corner and saw your father sitting on the couch, watching the news on tv. He waved as you walked past to put the groceries on the kitchen table.

“How was work?” he asked.

“Good. My train was late again, though. Another Villain attack.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I saw on the news earlier. I’m glad you’re okay.”

You started taking the groceries out of the bag when your eyes landed on a plain manila envelope lying on the table. It was addressed to you. Your heart skipped a beat. Could this be…

“We have some news for you.” Your mother appeared next to you and put a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“I knew as soon as you texted about making dinner.” Shakily, you reached for the envelope. “When did this come?”

“Today. The nakodo called earlier and said he found someone who might be a good match for you. That’s his profile. Do you want to look now or wait until after dinner?” she asked.

You glanced over at her. She was giving you a choice, but you could tell by her expression she was dying to know. She and your father probably spent the whole day staring at the damn thing, wondering who the man inside was, what he looked like, what his interests were. This could be your future husband, their future son-in-law. You knew how important this was to them. After all, you were their only child. They had you late in life, following years of heartbreak and infertility. Everything they’d ever done had been in your best interest, and suggesting this matchmaker was no different. You trusted them completely, even if at first you were skeptical.

The tv shut off and your father joined you at the table. All three of you gazed intently at this plain envelope. It had to be done now, just to get it over with. Gingerly, you took it in your hands and began tearing it open. The air was thick with silence as everyone held their breath. Your mother’s grip tightened. You reached inside.

The noise you made was halfway between a gasp and an uncomfortable laugh.

There was no doubt it was him. No one else had such a distinct look. The shaggy hair, half-white, half-red, and intense gaze set in a serious expression could belong only to one person.

Shoto Todoroki.

The name on the profile confirmed it. Todoroki Shoto, age 25, profession: Pro Hero.

“This has to be a mistake,” you blurted out. “It has to be. Why would someone rich and famous like him even need to go to a matchmaker, let alone want to be matched with someone like me?”

“Nonsense!” your mother exclaimed. “He would be lucky to have you. Any man would. Remember, you scoffed at the idea of a matchmaker when we suggested it, but this shows how highly their wisdom and experience are valued. I can hardly wait to meet this young man and his family.”

“Kaasan, I highly doubt that is going to happen—”

She cut you off. “Oh, but it is! In fact, they’ve already requested a meeting. So long as you’re agreeable, we can call the nakodo back to set up a date.”

What? “He wants to meet me?”

“Yes, as soon as possible. The nakodo said his father was particularly insistent,” she replied.

Your mind was racing; it felt like the walls were closing in on you. Her words had barely registered. You could only stare at that picture, completely spellbound. Even his eyes were different colors, one dark gray, the other turquoise blue. You couldn’t deny he was striking. But the intensity of it scared you. When you submitted the profile, you thought you’d have months before anything came of it, and who knows what could’ve happened by then. It was done mostly to appease your parents, but you had to admit you were a little curious as well. Certainly, this scenario never entered your mind.

“So, what do you say?” your father asked gently. “Shall we call him back and set up a meeting?”

You stammered incoherently, still trying to process everything.

“Of course, we’ll set up a meeting,” your mother answered. “There’s no harm in going. If you don’t feel comfortable with him, then we’ll find you someone else.”

Someone else. How could anyone else even come close to his caliber?

“I understand this might seem overwhelming,” your father started. “But believe me, you can trust the nakodo. No one’s going to force you to do anything you don’t want to. The only thing we want is for you to be happy like we are.”

“I know,” you finally breathed out. “It’s just…a lot. And he’s not at all who I was expecting.”

“Maybe that’s for the best. We don’t always make the best decisions when we’re infatuated with someone. That’s why we leave these things up to the matchmaker.” She smiled. “You’ll see.”

Your mother grabbed the grocery bag and headed back into the kitchen. Meanwhile, your father returned to the couch, and you tucked the papers back into the envelope, planning to look them over later in the privacy of your bedroom.

-

“Don’t be nervous.”

That was impossible.

You and your parents were standing outside the matchmaker’s office, a traditional Japanese-style building you’d been to only once before. It was during the initial consultation, where the matchmaker asked you a series of questions about your ideal partner, personal values, and anything else that could help him narrow down his search. The inside was meant to be a calming atmosphere, spacious and open with tatami mat flooring and sliding screen doors. But you were such a mess of nerves, it did little to help relax you.

“Welcome,” the matchmaker said cheerfully, bowing deeply. “Please, come in. The Todoroki family are already here. They’re anxious to meet you.”

You offered a nervous smile that probably looked more like a grimace and followed him into the main room, your parents trailing close behind. What would he be like in person? you wondered. You’d poured over his profile for hours, trying to piece together what you could about his personality. Was he arrogant? Friendly? Maybe even shy? His picture offered little clues. It looked more like a mug shot than a candid headshot, which the nakodo suggested.

You stepped into the room.

There he was.

Your eyes locked, and he was so intense you had to look away almost immediately. Instead, your gaze was drawn to his parents, who stood on either side of him. His mother looked like a kind woman, with an approachable smile and warm gray eyes. Her long white hair was pulled into a low bun. Then, you looked at his father, a massive muscular man with spiky red hair. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite place it.

Until he opened his mouth and in a gruff, booming voice said: “Hello, my name is Enji Todoroki, but you may know me by my professional name, Endeavor.”

That’s when it clicked for you. Yes, you vaguely knew Shoto and Endeavor were related, but not this closely. Now he was your potential father-in-law? Even without the flames, he was scary. A long, jagged scar marred the left side of his face, running from his hairline down to his chin and his cold, blue eyes harshly scrutinized you, like he was judging your every breath. As the former Number 1 Hero, you knew he probably had high expectations for his son’s future wife, and you weren’t entirely sure you could meet them.

“Um, good evening, sir,” you managed, bowing low. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You told them your name, which you were sure they already knew, and introduced your parents as well. They bowed and you carefully watched the other family’s expressions, to try and gauge their thoughts. Shoto was particularly hard to read. He came off as very stoic and detached.

Although maybe he was just as nervous as you were.

His mother also bowed. “And I’m Rei Todoroki. We’ve been so looking forward to meeting you and your family.”

Shoto himself was last to speak up. “Hello,” was all he said. His voice was smooth and clear, very pleasant to listen to. You smiled softly. Perhaps you had the wrong impression. Maybe he was shy.

“Wonderful! Now that everyone’s been introduced, why don’t you all have a seat at the table, and we can discuss the process and get to know each other a bit better. I’ve brewed some tea,” the nakodo said.

Everyone did as he asked but before you took your seat, you helped your father lower himself to the floor. As he had gotten older, it became harder for him to sit at low tables like the one the matchmaker had. Your apartment and furniture were Western style since it was easier for your parents to manage. Your mother was slightly better, as her arthritis mostly manifested in her hands and fingers.

“So, did you two have time to look over the profiles I sent?” he asked.

Endeavor spoke first. “Yes, we did,” he said. “So, tell us, nakodo, why did you choose her? She wasn’t what I was expecting.”

The matchmaker wasn’t phased at all by his bluntness. A true professional, you thought. How many overbearing parents had he dealt with over the years? Probably too many to count.

“Well, I look at many different factors, including intangibles, before I make a decision. Please trust my many years of experience as well as my high success rate.”

Your mother bristled beside you. “And what were you expecting?” she asked.

“Kaasan, please—”

“We weren’t sure what to expect. My husband didn’t mean to offend. As a matter of fact, we were so taken by your daughter’s profile that we read over it all night,” Rei interjected.

You couldn’t help but notice the use of the word ��we” and wondered if it included Shoto or just his parents. He had yet to speak and was staring intently into his teacup. Did he even want to be here?

“Oh, I understand. Our daughter couldn’t stop staring at your son’s picture. He’s very handsome,” your mother replied.

You blushed heavily. “Kaasan,” you groaned, “You’re so embarrassing.”

“That’s sweet!” The nakodo turned to Shoto. “Todoroki-san, what were your first impressions?”

He finally looked up at you. “Her face was kind, and when I read over her profile, I could tell we shared similar values.” You swore you saw the faintest blush on his cheeks. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Your heart fluttered. “Th-thank you, Todoroki-san. That’s very thoughtful of you to say.”

The nakodo brightened, seemingly pleased by this development. You looked down at your tea, but you could feel his eyes lingering from across the table. Did he really want to get to know you or was he just saying that to be polite? Now that he was here, in front of you, you felt drawn to him. Whatever his reasons for being here, he was clearly ready to trust the matchmaker’s judgement.

“So how long does this usually take?” Endeavor interjected. “My wife and I were married within a month.”

A month?! Your head snapped up. The meeting had only just begun, and you’d barely spoken. How could you possibly agree to marry him in such a short timeframe? Todoroki himself looked mortified then shot his father a glare. It looked like he was about to get up and storm off when Rei touched his arm.

“Now, Shoto, we don’t expect that of you,” she said. “Enji, what did I tell you? Things are different now. Young people like to take their time and get to know each other.”

Your mother perked up. “Oh, it sounds like your marriage was similar to ours. We didn’t waste any time, either. My husband proposed only three months after we met.”

“But I knew I wanted to marry her sooner,” your father said.

That sparked a conversation between the parents about your respective families and the tension dissipated. You silently sighed in relief and glanced over at Todoroki. He looked down at his lap, his face completely neutral, any trace of emotion gone.

The nakodo spoke again. “Why don’t we move to a different room? Let the young people have a moment in private.”

They obliged and soon it was just you and him, alone at the table.

He sighed. “I apologize for all that,” he started. “My old man can be a bit insensitive sometimes. He’s not really good with people.”

“It’s fine,” you assured. “My mother is embarrassing too. She just wants what’s best for me, but she doesn’t always express it well. I hope you weren’t offended.”

“No, not at all. I’m actually surprised how well she handled my dad. Most people find him intimidating,” Todoroki said.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I can see that.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, but he didn’t speak again. You sat together in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. Instead, it was rather comfortable. His eyes were warm, and you couldn’t help smiling. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The man in front of you was far more approachable than his picture had you believe. You wanted to get to know him, the real him. The one the public knew nothing about.

Finally, he broke the silence. “I meant what I said. I do want to get to know you. Did you want to have dinner with me?”

Your smile widened. “Yes, I’d like that, Todoroki-san.”

-

This is my first time writing for the MHA fandom and I’m really excited to share! Hope you enjoyed it. My inbox is open so if you have any comments or feedback, I’d love to hear it. Even if you just want to chat I’d love to get to know the community.

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.17

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: E

Chapter: 17/20

Previously <- Chapter 16: Heats and Ruts

Chapter 18: ??? -> Next (coming 5/30)

Author’s Note: This chapter is pretty much exclusively sexy times with plot bits sprinkled in. If you don’t want to read it, the last section is tame. Otherwise, you’re gonna have to wait for the next chapter, hons. Thanks for coming to my PSA!

Chapter 17: Staying inside

Inko stood behind Izuku, hand pressed between his shoulder blades. “Go one, honey, it’ll be alright. Everyone out there is brand new too.” When he didn’t step forward, she asked, “Don’t you want to be like Daddy?”

Izuku nodded, but he didn’t look at her. He was staring out across the ice at all the other three and four and five year olds cautiously scooting around the ice. Some held tightly to their parents’ hands. Some held on tightly to each other. Others were plastered to the wall.

There was only one kid making ever more confident, if a little shaky, circles around center ice. Ash blonde hair and ruby red eyes, Izuku wanted to be exactly like him, but he was too shy.

The boy’s eyes caught Izuku’s before Izuku could duck away behind Inko’s legs.

After a couple minutes, a voice called, “Hey, you, kid! What’s your name?”

Izuku peaked out again to find the boy standing right in front of them, staring Izuku directly in the eyes. “I-I-Izuku,” he stuttered.

“Hah? Deku? What kind of name is that?”

Pouting, Izuku came out a little further. “Not Deku. Izuku.”

“Whatever. I’m Katsuki. Are you going to come out and skate or what?”

Izuku turned nervous eyes back to the ice. “I want to, but-”

“Then hurry up!” Katsuki interrupted, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the edge of the ice.

Izuku stumbled along behind him. “H-hold on, Kacchan! I don’t know how to skate!”

“That’s why we’re here, dummy! Hurry up!”

Izuku glanced back up at his eyes, and was swallowed immediately by the sheer determination there. After a moment, he nodded and let Katsuki drag him onto the ice.

…..

Izuku excavated his arms from his blanket, wrapping them around Katsuki’s neck as he hurried them down the hall of their apartment building. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he mumbled frantically as his body trembled from the pain and hot watery saliva filled his mouth. Fear and the sense of safety clashed horribly in his chest. On the one hand, he didn’t have a nest nor did he have the certainty of food or water or even a locked door, which was driving his omega into a frenzy. On the other hand, he had Katsuki’s arms around him and his heartbeat against his ear and the certainty that Katsuki would never let anything happen to him.

He didn’t notice they were in Katsuki’s apartment until he was being unceremoniously dropped in a nest. Unfurling from the blanket, he surveyed the nest. It was perfect. Exactly how he would have built one if he’d allowed himself. A mountain of plush pillows and plusher blankets all arranged for optimal coziness.

Izuku’s omega took the reins, forgetting everything besides including the red blanket and himself into the nest. He barely registered Katsuki standing over his shoulder, staring at him. 

When he’d gotten everything incorporated properly, he went to work on stripping out of his clothes.

Katsuki whispered, “Jesus fuck.”

Snapping his head up, he stared at the alpha. His expression was strained, fingers curled into fists at his sides. He panted, pupils dilated wide and body trembling.

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki swallowed before turning quickly. “I’m going to lock myself in my room so I don’t do anything we’ll both regret.”

“Wait- Kacchan-” The door slammed before Izuku could say anything more, and he stared down at the nest forlornly.

‘Alpha… left?’ his omega whined in confusion, ‘Alpha close. Alpha come. Alpha built a nest, but alpha not in nest.’

‘We can’t force Kacchan to do something he doesn’t want to do yet. We only just started courting. Sharing our cycles is a big step,’ he reminded his omega, but still, disappointment sat heavy in his stomach. He didn’t have long to think on his disappointment before the heat reared up again. His whole mind was consumed by his heat, going blank with need.

…..

Katsuki came to panting breathlessly, fingers locked around plush hips, digging into soft flesh. He was buried in Izuku’s body, trembling with aftershocks as Izuku clenched around him and whined desperately, wordlessly. “Wh-what the-” he panted, confused more than anything else. He couldn’t remember getting naked, couldn’t remember climbing into the nest, couldn’t remember fucking Izuku.

He couldn’t remember fucking Izuku.

He snarled viciously, angrily wishing he could direct it at his alpha. Because of his alpha, he couldn’t remember the moment he’d been dreaming of for years. He couldn’t remember a single detail of sliding into Izuku for the first time, of making him cry out his name, of knotting him.

Worse of all, he couldn’t remember if Izuku had said yes. He couldn’t remember if Izuku had said it was what he wanted. The last thing he could recall was locking himself in his bedroom and pressing his face into his pillows to try and smother the scent of Izuku in the other room.

Clearly, that hadn’t worked.

Izuku made a noise beneath him, chest pressed in the very visibly dry blankets below them, body trembling as his fingers gripped the fabric for purchase. He whined again, high and reedy, like a dog in pain. He strained against Katsuki’s hands, but Katsuki’s grip kept him firmly in place.

Bile rose in the back of Katsuki’s throat. Immediately, he started to loosen his grip. “Fuck, Deku, I’m sorry. I thought- I’m usually conscious during-”

Izuku pressed desperately back against him, whining as he struggled for movement while Katsuki’s knot kept them firmly tied together.

Katsuki was at as loss for words as he watched Izuku trying to fuck himself on his cock, and it took him several long moments to put two and two together. His death grip and black out. Izuku’s desperation and the dry sheets beneath him. He might have cum, but it seemed as if Izuku hadn’t. That Katsuki’s stupid fucking alpha lizard brain hadn’t let him, chasing after his own pleasure instead of worrying about the pleasure of his partner. Sex was supposed to be a push and pull, a give and take, an agreement between participants. It wasn’t supposed to be all take, take, take with no reciprocation. The whole idea made Katsuki sick to his stomach.

It made him want to rip his alpha straight from his head all the more. The only positive thing he could find about the situation was that Izuku’s neck and shoulders were unmarred.

He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he’d come out of his rut induced black out to find that he’d claimed Izuku. Possibly thrown himself off the nearest bridge because it would have been what he deserved.

Izuku’s whines had devolved into racking, heaving sobs, and Katsuki’s stomach and heart twisted around and around each other. His alpha, for the time being, was silent. Sex drunk and lounging in his own afterglow.

Katsuki hushed Izuku gently, releasing his hold completely on the omega’s waist, and leaning over him to press chest to back. “I’ve got you, Izuku, I’ve got you. Breath,” he coaxed, soothing his hands down Izuku’s sides until his breathing had leveled back out with a few hiccups.

Sliding his hand down Izuku’s chest, he just barely skimmed his fingertips over Izuku’s length before the omega shuddered and cried out. He went completely limp, Katsuki’s arm across his chest keeping him from collapsing completely.

The scent of mint and a lightning storm and sweet summer apples filled the air, and Katsuki’s alpha lifted its head in interest. Katsuki shoved it back down, basking instead in the sheer pleasure of Izuku’s pleasure.

Katsuki lowered the two of them completely into the nest on their sides, dragging the red nesting blanket over them. Izuku’s chest was vibrating wildly with the force of his purr, eyes closed and body utterly motionless. If it hadn’t been for how loud his purr was, Katsuki would have thought he was dead or something.

"I'll be right here when you come back," Katuski murmured against the back of his neck, noting the shiver that wracked his body.

With his arms tight around Izuku and his nose filled with their scents, he drifted on a wave of post-orgasm bliss. He didn’t realize he’d dozed off until he startled awake as Izuku murmured.

“Kacchan?” His eyes were still closed when Katsuki finally opened his. Somehow, he was still buried in Izuku and was halfway hard again already, but he was still conscious. That was the important part. He was still conscious, and he was bound and determined to stay that way. “Kacchan? Mm, Kacchan?”

“Here, Izuku,” Katsuki said, breath ghosting across his cheek.

When Izuku cracked those green eyes, they were clear of his heat haze. That was probably part of the reason he was verbal again. He blinked up at Katsuki rapidly, cheeks blooming red and purr coming to an abrupt stop. “K-K-Kacchan? Wh-what happened? Where are we?” His eyes grew wider as he glanced at Katsuki’s bare chest. “Why are we naked? Why are you- Oh my god!” His voice had become a mere squeak as he shifted, probably feeling Katsuki still in him. His hands shot up, covering his face.

Fear shot through Katsuki, and he bracketed Izuku in, desperate for him to understand. “I’m sorry, Deku. I’m sorry. I only came to after- My alpha took over. I’m sorry. I don’t remember how or when I got out here.”

Izuku didn’t seem to be listening though, and Katsuki shut up to hear him moan, “Oh my god, I don’t remember my first time with Kacchan! Stupid omega! Why did you do that? You couldn’t even give me this much?”

Katsuki couldn’t help it when he snorted.

Cracking his fingers open, Izuku pouted up at Katsuki with watery green eyes. “It’s not funny, Kacchan, I dreamed about that for a long time. And now I’ll never get to remember it. It’s just one more thing-”

Katsuki pulled Izuku’s hands away from his face to lean in and capture his lips. The omega’s eyes fluttered closed, and he started to purr all over again as he opened up beneath him. When they pulled apart again, Izuku was panting and red for an entirely different reason. “We’ll just have to remember this time then.”

A giggle exploded from Izuku, and he covered his face again. “Kacchan, you want to spend my heat with me?” he asked, breathless as he continued to giggle.

“Well, I can’t spend it with anyone else, can I?” he snapped without heat, “Now, my rut-” Katsuki didn’t finish that statement as big watery cow eyes peaked out from behind Izuku’s fingers again. “Kidding, nerd. Now that I’ve had your ass, even if I don’t remember it, no one else gets to have it.”

“The same goes for you,” Izuku whispered, still staring through his fingers, but he had that look of pure determination that he always got when he was getting ready to dominate a competition.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“N-n-no one else, gets to have you now. O-o-only me.”

Staring down at him for several long moments, he finally let the thought ricocheting around his brain out, “You’re hot when you’re confident, nerd.”

Again, the hands flew back up. “You can’t just say stuff like that, Kacchan!”

“I can say whatever I damn well please. And stop fucking hiding!” Katsuki wrestled with Izuku’s arms, trying to rip them away from his face until Izuku bucked back against him. They both stilled, moaning wantonly into each other’s skin. It took them several minutes of breathlessness to speak again.

“Kacchan, I want to remember this time. I want you to stay with me.”

“Me too. I want to remember.” Katsuki gripped his wrists, but when he pulled this time, they fell easily. He didn’t waste time before diving into Izuku’s mouth, rutting gently against Izuku. The quiet friction was enough to have them panting.

“Mm,” Izuku hummed against his mouth, “More. I want more.”

Pulling out and ignoring the wretched whine Izuku released, he flipped the omega onto his back and settled in between his legs. Gripping his hips, he slid back into Izuku’s heat before the omega could really start complaining. Fully seated, he fell on top of Izuku again, licking into his mouth with fervor.

Izuku moaned, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and hands burying into his hair. He gripped the roots tightly, and Katsuki bucked his hips in surprise at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, do that again,” he gasped into Izuku’s mouth, setting a frenzied pace that rocked Izuku with every thrust.

Complying, Izuku pulled at his hair again as he cried out, legs tightening around Katsuki’s hips.

“Izuku,” Katsuki grunted against his cheek, “If you keep holding me like that, I’m not going to last long.” Already, he could feel his knot beginning to inflate, each slide in and out of Izuku’s entrance harder than the last.

“I don’t care!” Izuku shouted, legs flexing around him again in a show of pure strength and making his movements stutter. “Knot me! Please! I need it!”

Growling, Katsuki removed one hand from Izuku’s hip, instead fitting it around his length. Izuku bucked up into his hand. Everything between them was slippery with sweat and precum and cum and slick. Katsuki’s fingers glided over Izuku effortlessly.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there,” Izuku chanted, moving with Katsuki now, rushing to drag their ends closer. “Please, please, please.”

“You’re going to have to hurry up yourself. I’m not going to cum before you this time.” Katsuki thrust into Izuku harder, teeth aching with the urge to sink them into Izuku. “I wanna bite you so bad.”

“No,” Izuku moaned instead, “Not yet.”

“I know,” Katsuki grit out.

Izuku’s body trembled, shaking with each thrust and pull. “Kacchan!” he cried out, clenching down around Katuski. Instead of going stiff like Katsuki had been expecting, like the last time, he thrust up into Katsuki’s hand and down onto his cock as he spilled between their bodies.

“Finally,” Katsuki growled, sinking his teeth into Izuku’s shoulders as his knot locked them together. He shuddered and stilled even as Izuku continued to move against him, spilling into the omega’s body.

…..

Morning crested with blazing orange creeping through the wide open windows of Katsuki’s apartment. Birds serenaded the rising of the sun and the wonderfully dull aching pain in Izuku’s hips as he shifted in the arms slung around him. Despite the freezing temperature of the air tickling his cheeks from the window he couldn’t remember either of them opening, he was comfortably warm. Not mid-wave of his heat warm, but sitting in the summer sun warm.

He’d never felt so completely satisfied in his life. For once, it was easy to breath.

Until it was all interrupted by the obnoxious buzzing of plastic across hardwood. Burrowing beneath Katsuki’s side, Izuku was resolute to just ignore it. The buzzing went silent after an extended period of time, and Izuku sighed happily. Then it started ringing again. He released a frustrated groan, but remained exactly where he was. The heat in his body was beginning to build again, and he knew another wave would be hitting him sooner rather than later. All he wanted was to rest until then. The buzzing stopped again and immediately started back up. “Oh my lanta,” Izuku moaned, rubbing his forehead against Katsuki’s side.

 He was gearing up to reach for the offending object when Katsuki shifted to reach across him instead. The buzzing stopped, and in its place was Katsuki’s voice, deep and gravelly and sex-drenched, “Don’t you extras understand what it fucking means when someone doesn’t answer the goddamn phone.”

The sound of Katsuki's voice shot straight through Izuku, simultaneously turning him into a puddle and setting a forest fire alight in his body. He wanted nothing more than to suck his dick while that voice spat obscenities and praises in equal measure.

Katsuki didn’t seem to notice when Izuku slipped beneath the blankets. “I’m going to answer that question for you. The answer is clearly no. Stop fucking-” His rant was cut off by a deep groan.

Cold air nipped at Izuku’s fevered skin as the blankets were jerked up. Katsuki’s scarlet eyes stared down at him as he innocently stared back like he hadn’t just licked up Katsuki’s entire shaft. “Morning,” he chirped as he leaned back in to repeat the action.

Before the blanket fell back into place with another of Katsuki’s deep groans, Izuku just caught sight of his phone case through gaps in Katsuki’s fingers. He gasped, scrambling back up Katsuki’s body just as the alpha flung the phone back onto the couch. “Kacchan, that was my phone!” Izuku cried, reaching for it. He could still see that the call was connected as thick arms wrapped around his waist.

“Where do you think you’re going? You better be planning to finish what you started,” Katsuki growled playfully as they wrestled. Katsuki worked to bring him back into the nest while Izuku struggled to end the call that was. Still. Connected.

Why hadn’t the person hung up! Did they want to be scared for life? The bigger issue was that people would know. People would know that they’d spent his heat together, and they wouldn’t have gotten to open up about their courting on their own terms. It was distressing, but at the same time, Izuku didn’t know if it could work any other way. They hadn’t even talked about the courting, not really. The passed few weeks had been strife with their angst and frustration and falling into each other over and over again.

“Kacchan, the call is still connected,” Izuku whined, but his strength was failing with the heat building in his body.

“They better fucking hang up soon if they don’t want to be scared, then shouldn’t they?” he growled against Izuku’s collarbone, making him squirm with need and already mounting pleasure.

Just having Katsuki so close, being able to lie skin to skin with him, was nearly too much. At the same time, it was far from enough.

“Kacchan,” he whined again before finally submitting, and slumping into the alpha’s body.

Katsuki held him close, arms around his waist as he pressed kiss after kiss along the exposed skin of his shoulder. His fingers trailed along Izuku’s lower back, gentle and warm and undemanding.

Izuku panted against Katsuki’s shoulder, body limp as the wave took him. Every press of Katsuki’s lips and skim of his fingers sent pleasure sparking along his skin. He cock was crushed between the planes of their stomachs, already sticky with pre-cum. Slowly, Katsuki’s hands parted from each other, one burying deep in Izuku’s hair to scratch at his scalp while the other slid down to press against his entrance.

Izuku pressed weakly down into Katsuki’s hand, moaning quietly when those fingers gently pushed into him, seemingly checking to see if he needed to be prepped again. He pumped them slowly, dragging the pads of his fingers along Izuku’s inner walls. Izuku was still wet, and he didn’t want to wait for Katsuki to stretch him back out. “Kacchan, please,” he whispered, trying to press down just to get Katsuki to move, but the alpha seemed content just having his fingers in Izuku.

“Tell me what you want, Izuku, and I’ll do it for you. Anything. You just have to ask.” Katsuki’s whisper ghosted across his skin, and a shiver rocked his body.

He moaned plaintively, phone call forgotten as he arched against Katsuki’s body. “You. I want you.” He gripped Katsuki’s shoulders, digging his nails in lightly. “Please, please, I just- I want-”

Katsuki hushed him with lips against his jaw, pulling his fingers from Izuku only to replace them with his cock. He slid in easily and slowly, savoring every inch that disappeared into Izuku.

A moan slid from Izuku’s mouth as Katsuki found his home in his body, and he cried out when Katsuki gave a singular, shallow thrust to completely seat himself. Izuku came between their bodies, trembling against Katsuki as the alpha showered him with more kisses, more gentle touches, more wonderful words. “So good for me,” he whispered into Izuku’s skin, “Never imagined it like this. Could never imagine this. Tell me what you want.” He sounded almost delirious, drunk as Izuku on the rightness of their intimacy.

Because he was right. Out of all the nights he’d fantasized about being with Katsuki, he could never have imagined this.

“Take me apart.”

And Katsuki did.

…..

Katsuki had never put so much work into something in his entire life. It wasn’t simple to take Izuku apart at the seams, but it was made easier by his knowledge of the man. He was slow, methodical, finding the places that made Izuku release silent screams, the places that made him cry out, the places that made him mewl and squirm.

Even with rut running hot through his veins, his alpha now seemed content to give the omega every second of pleasure they could possibly manage and set his own pleasure aside instead of chasing madly after it. He didn’t think this was what ruts were normally like for most alphas, and he worshipped Izuku’s body for the sheer ability to. That was where true pleasure lay.

Katsuki nipped and sucked at Izuku’s pert nipples while Izuku made efforts to get movement between them, but Katsuki’s hands on his hips kept him fully seated. He slid his hands down to massage Izuku’s thighs only to return them before Izuku could get any bright ideas.

Izuku whined plaintively, hips and cock twitching with the effort to break from Katsuki’s hold. “Please, Kacchan, move,” he begged, fingernails digging deep into his shoulders, “Please! I need to feel you! I need you to move! You’re driving me insane!”

Breaking from Izuku’s chest, he mouthed along the column of his throat leaving deep red marks in his wake. “Not enough if you’re still coherent.” Izuku whined louder this time. “I quite like you being my cock warmer. You don’t?”

Burying his face in Katsuki’s hair, he groaned. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“And here I am, saying it.” Katsuki nosed along the skin beneath Izuku’s chin, stopping when he came in contact with his scent gland. He stayed there, lavishing the area with broad strokes of his tongue. “Do you want me to not say stuff like that?” he asked after a moment.

“Sometimes,” Izuku started, and Katsuki could already tell it wasn’t going to be an answer to his question, “I feel like I need a safe word just to be around you.”

Katsuki paused in his ministrations, and Izuku’s body immediately relaxed into him, chest heaving. “Am I doing something that needs a safe word?”

“I feel like you’re edging me.” Even though he was mumbling, he was so close to Katsuki’s ear that he could hear him clear as day.

“Not on purpose.” Katsuki loosened his hold on Izuku’s hips, but the omega didn’t take the opportunity as it was presented to him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good, because I don’t want to stop.” Katsuki hummed, satisfied. “Will you tell me if you change your mind?”

“Yes.”

Katsuki hummed again, and slowly leveraged Izuku off his lap, making the omega keen against his ear. He pushed up back into Izuku’s heat just as slowly, holding him up so he could start a tortuous rock of his hips. “‘Zuku,” he mumbled as he mouthed at Izuku’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you have anything ready for your heat?”

“Kacchan,” Izuku whined, body trembling violently as Katsuki slid home again.

“I’m not going to get mad.” Katsuki didn’t know if that was a blatant lie or not, but he’d definitely do his damnedest not to show it. This wasn’t the time for anger. Neither of them were in the right mind for it either. “I just want to know. Why didn’t you prepare?”

“I-I-I-” Izuku stuttered, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging wide as he panted, “You’re go-going to be mad.”

“I told you I wasn’t.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jerking Izuku roughly down back into his lap to force a cry from his lungs, Katsuki gently gripped his chin in his hand and pulled his face down so they were just centimeters apart. “Why did you say that you don’t want to have a heat, Deku? I want to have pups with you one day, but if that’s going to be at your detriment, then I’ll leave it. I just want to understand.”

Izuku sobbed, his chest heaving as tears all at once began to track down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, alpha. I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” he babbled. Distress had begun to sour the sweetness of his heat scent, rotting apples instead of crisp apples. Rain on asphalt instead of rain on a forest floor.

With a growl, Katsuki crushed their mouths together. Izuku’s mouth tasted like salt and copper, and he swiped his tongue over a cut on the inside of Izuku’s bottom lip. He pulled back again, but still not far. Never far. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it. “Izuku, listen to me,” Katsuki whispered and waited until he could glimpse those emerald eyes through cracked lids, “That’s your omega talking. This is your body, and I don’t get a say over it. If you want to have pups one day, then we have pups when you’re ready. If you never want to have pups, then we don’t have pups. In the end, the choice is yours. I just want to understand. Why don’t you want to have a heat? Why weren’t you prepared? Why did you chance taking suppressants? Every time I smell them in your scent, all I can see is you in that bed glassy eyed and barely breathing. Every time I see someone else touch you, all I can see is you broken on the ice. I just want to understand. Please, help me understand.”

“Kacchan, please, please, I need you, please,” Izuku begged, face still wet and hair hanging in damp ringlets all around him, “Please, I’ll tell you everything, please. I need you. I need- I-”

Katsuki hushed him again just like before, lips against his cheek. Again, he lifted Izuku off his lap, arms straining with hiss full weight. He was kind this time, taking up a faster pace than previously both for Izuku's sake and his own.

Izuku cried out wordlessly with each upward thrust. "More, Kacchan! More! I need your knot, please!" He all but sobbed, "Please!"

"Almost there, sweetheart," Katsuki growled, thrusting up harder each time his knot caught on Izuku's rim.

As soon as his knot breeched Izuku's entrance and locked them in place, the omega spilled hotly between them with a scream. He collapsed against Katsuki, chest heaving for breath and spasms rocking his body. It was only after his breath came under control that he whispered tiredly, "You didn't cum, Kacchan."

"I was preoccupied."

"By?"

"You cumming."

Izuku pressed his face into Katsuki's neck. "How can you just say that? Why would you want to watch that?"

Despite feeling the sudden urge to stop talking, Katsuki said, "Because you're beautiful and I get distracted by everything you do."

Izuku keened, and jerked in his lap, spent cock releasing another pathetic spurt. He squirmed more insistently, and Katsuki could have sworn he felt the omega's body temperature rise as he watched an embarrassed flush color the back of Izuku's neck and ears. "I want to feel you cum in me," he muttered, and started licking insistently and purposefully at Katsuki's scent gland.

Katsuki reacted immediately with an involuntary jerk of his hips and long moan. Grinding down into his lap, Izuku moaned along with him, leaving marks all along his neck and shoulders, but always returning to the same place.

It didn't take much for Katsuki to start pushing more insistently at Izuku's ass, unable to move as much as he wanted to. He gripped wherever he could, fingers tight on supple skin as his movements became frantic. "It's not enough," he growled, just at the edge but unable to fall over.

He didn't notice one of Izuku's hands dropping to trail behind him. At the same time as he gently gripped Katsuki's balls, he bit into Katsuki’s scent gland without breaking the skin.

"Fuck!" Katsuki spat, ramming up against Izuku so hard that they were lifted into the air. His body went still as his cock pulsed within Izuku and the omega walls clamped down tight. He felt Izuku's cock jump between them again, but no hot fluid followed. A satisfied growl rumbled through his chest, quickly turning into a purr.

After a moment of silence filled only with their harmonious purrs, Izuku said, "You called me sweetheart."

Katsuki didn't respond as his heat of exertion turned into one of embarrassment.

"I liked it."

The breath he didn't realize he'd been holding flew from his chest.

Laughing, Izuku pulled back to press a slow kiss to Katsuki's mouth before laying his head on his shoulder. "I wasn't ready because I thought I would find a way around having my heat. I… I haven't had a heat since I was twelve. The only other time I tried, it was so painful, I took the suppressants, but was still sick for days after."

"Jesus christ, don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, but I preferred to chance it than live in fear of my next heat. I just… I didn't have a choice this time. My doctors took me off because… my hormones had started to drop dangerously."

Katsuki remained silently, listening intently as Izuku sniffled.

"They took me off them and then just told me to use heat aids or find an alpha. You remember that date I went on?" Katsuki snarled in response which at least made the omega laugh. "I couldn't do it. I felt like I was cheating. I didn't want just any alpha… I… I wanted you."

"Why didn't you just tell me? We could have been doing this the whole time. We could have been mated years ago."

Izuku pulled away from Katsuki, glaring pointedly at him. "Kacchan, until October, you had barely said a word to me since we were twelve unless we were arguing. It would have stayed that way if Aizawa hadn’t made us partners again. When was I supposed to just come out and say that? I thought you hated me."

Katsuki flinched, eyes darting away from those stern green irises. "I never hated you."

"Then why?"

"I blamed myself," Katsuki blurted, feeling the truth burble up thickly inside of his chest.

"Blamed… yourself?" Izuku’s confusion was all too obvious.

"For you getting hurt. If I hadn't ended our partnership, then that scum would have never been your partner. But I wanted you to be able to skate singles, so I thought if I ended it, we'd both get to skate singles. Only that didn't happen. If you'd been skating with me that day, you never would have gotten hurt. I almost ripped the guy's throat out. And each day you weren't on the ice was another day I considered not skating anymore. You hated me because I'm basically the reason you got hurt. So leaving you alone was the best way for me to-"

Izuku cut him off with a choked sputtering. "You thought I hated you? Kacchan! I thought you hated me for dragging you down and then not being good enough to keep from getting hurt. I didn't want to drag you down anymore so I just… left you alone. I knew you didn't want anything to do with me."

Katsuki stared at him, mind reeling with the new information. And then they were laughing, holding tight to each other. "We're idiots."

"No," Izuku gasped around another giggle, "We're just really bad at communicating. Like really bad. Like I think we're the worst people at communicating on the face of the planet."

"Same thing."

"Also, Kacchan?"

Katsuki hummed, eyes on the ceiling as he traced nonsensical patterns into Izuku's lower back.

"For the record, I do want to have your pups one day."

Katsuki gave Izuku a wolfish grin.

…..

They didn’t leave their nest for three full days save for absolute necessities. Food, water, bathroom, and shower. Other than that, they fucked and when they weren’t fucking, they were catching up on TV shows or figure skating news or binging the rest of Izuku’s podcast that Katsuki hadn’t already listened to or continuing to spill their guts for each other.

When their respective heat and rut finally petered to a close with one final, slow, generous orgasm, Katsuki left Izuku in the nest to cook an actual meal. One that was hot and nutritious and didn’t taste like a protein bar. Eventually, Izuku hoisted himself from the completely destroyed mass of fabric to sit on the floor of the kitchen.

Izuku watched Katsuki idly, eyes trailing over his strong shoulders and corded thighs and tight calves, appreciating every aspect of his body. A body he now had pure carnal knowledge of, and would be happy to gain more knowledge of eventually. A body that was marked up with thin angry scratches and deep purple hickeys and rings of teeth marks and bruises that were in the shape of fingers.

His heat had only just ended, but Izuku already couldn’t wait to spend his next in a nest of Katsuki’s design.

“Oh,” he whispered.

Katsuki glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Izuku opened his mouth to reply, but closed it after another moment. He made his mind slow down, to stop rushing forward, and actually consider the implication of his thought. After a long moment of silence where Katsuki didn’t press and simply allowed him to think, he said, “This is the only heat that I’ve ever had that didn’t hurt.”

Katsuki’s eyes glanced towards him. “Isn’t that because you haven’t had one in years?”

Izuku lifted his eyes again, blinking up at his alpha. He shook his head. “No, that’s not it. At first, it was hurting so badly that I couldn’t even see straight, just like it used to. I’m certain it would have stayed like that too, but…”

Again, Katsuki’s eyes found him. “But?”

“But you stayed with me. That’s the difference, Kacchan. You.” He was grinning, stupidly taken with the idea that Katsuki had so much sway over him. He always had, but the physical proof made his heart pound in his chest. “Say, Kacchan?”

Katsuki hummed in reply, eyes focussed back on the pan in front of him.

“Do you ever think that we claimed each other a long time ago? Before we knew what our secondary genders were going to be? Before we knew if we’d even be able to be together? Do you think that could be why my heats were always so painful?”

Katsuki scoffed, but not meanly. When he spoke, Izuku’s heart swelled. “Nothing but ourselves were going to keep us apart, dumbass. Even if we’d both been alphas or omegas or betas. We just happened to be compatible on more than one level.” Izuku noticed how he didn’t answer his last question, but after a moment he continued. “This was the first rut that wasn’t unbearable. They never hurt or anything, mostly they were just a chore, but it always got to the point where taking care of myself left me feeling empty instead of sated. But this one wasn’t like that. So, maybe your theory has some merit.”

Izuku scooted along the floor, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s calf and leaning into his leg. He began to purr.

Katsuki’s hand dropped, threading into the curls on the top of Izuku’s head. He allowed the intimacy for several long moments before shoving Izuku with his leg. “Go sit. I’m fucking starving.”

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

King of the Losers

King of the Losers by TheSmolFlexibleBean

Dear Katsuki Bakugo,

It is with regret that we are denying your application to UA High due to the destructive nature of your quirk and how it was used in the practical exam. Though you scored the highest of all applicants, you also harmed several fellow applicants to the point of hospitalization and destroyed part of the grounds. This coupled with your personality, we have taken your points and given it to other applicants.

Though, in favor of your high grades, we have transferred your application to Shinketsu Academy who is willing to accept you with open arms. We hope to see you excel in a bright future as a future hero! Plus Ultra! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This fic is an unfinished work that I never completed but still wanted to give to you all

Principal Nezu

Words: 5533, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Ficlets

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Original Characters, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Trans Katsuki Bakugo

Relationships: Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight

Additional Tags: Angry Bakugou Katsuki, bakugo x consequences, Bullying, Bakugo is Traumitized, Implied/Referenced Abuse

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36191539

[peachyblkdemonslayer]

Tengoku Academy

Tengoku is the "youngest" among all the hero schools in Japan. Being established only a few years after the the collapse of hero society it had seemed around the time of the infamous Class 1a. Compared to the Yuuei and Shinketsu it's about half as big with only a 1/3 of the students but had managed to built a strong reputation on the heroes. One of the biggest factors being that two children of the previous generation best heroes attended the school. Takami Tenshi and Usagiyama Todoroki Miyuki.

One of the biggest things that separate them form the other schools is the inclusion of any students especially those born without quirks. Students that go to Tengoku can about doing their internships with the heroes of their homeland, in their 3rd year they are offered the chance to work with an international hero who gives an offer.

For the sports festival it is not  broadcast on tv or online instead their held in a private festival that the students partake in. The only people who are allowed to watch these events are the following:School faculty, Students and other classmates, families and Pro heros who are looking for recruits. For the pro heros looking they must have 5 years of experience and a 80-85% approval rating in the public in all categories.

All students must take a hand to hand combat class as a requirement along with classes talking about the paperwork and business side of hero work. A class for basic first aid is on the list of requirements for students to do as well. For the entrance exam applicants will be doing a series of mini trails or main trails for mutiple situations. To pass exam applicants must pass either 3 of the mini trails or one of the main trails. For the 3 mini trails it can be many different aspects of hero work the student must pass each to get through the exam. For the main trail if they choose they must score at least a 80% on it overall to pass.

Mental health care is another huge factor for the school as well. Since the previous generation has experienced many traumatic events in their high school years and were offered little to no mental help or support any time a very troubling or traumatic event happens everyone in the school is required to see a appointed therapist, if anyone choose not to they will be fired or expelled immediately.

Tengoku school uniforms are as followed:

Summer/Spring version:

White button up shirt

Light blue tie or bowtie

Black skirts,pants or shorts

Dark brown loafers or flats

Fall/Winter version:

White button up shirt

Light blue tie or bowtie

Black skirts,pants or shorts(must have legging under them for colder weather)

Dark brown loafers or flats

A creamy colored cardigan with blue accents.

All uniforms well be provided for low income students in the school.

Since Tengoku has gain much popularity in the recent years cause of its inclusive environment, less stressful entrance exam, more importance being put on mental health along with many other things there aren't many spots available to get in. In recent years the academy has been able to do reservations to the school to increase space but not enough for its overwhelming applicants rates. Low income and disenfranchised students are put in the front while upper class or legacy students are the last to be considered.

Along with that there been a "rivalry" building between the Academy with some of the older hero schools, Yuuei especially. It's so tense between the two that if you make it know that you choose Yuuei as a second choice to Tengoku you could risk being becoming a social outcast among your peers. Though the faculty of Tengoku don't pay it much mind they won't take the back handed or slick comments from the school or it'd staff laying down.

Whew that's a lot but tell me what ya think

[underratedmhapoll]

Match 1 - Seiji Shishikura - Shinketsu High Student: Shishikross VS Warping Nomu: Johnny

[hydrangeasimagination]

Hc/imagine (or whatever this is) where fem reader grew up with Bakugou and Midoriya, she had a crush on Bakugou since they were kids. She kept showing him affection and he kept brushing her off or avoided her at all times. Last year he snapped and yelled at her. Now that their in UA, he notices how she changed like she isn't looking up at him and admiring him. She started hanging out with Midoriya and his friends. It hurt when she was mad at him, but hurts more when she's ignoring him. Please

Uh, okay, this is kinda spooky but I was writing HCs something similar to this?

But it’s gender neutral and they go to Shinketsu? They were his best friend and they just confess to him and he just stops talking to them. They start a slow burning thing with Inasa.

It’s a lot more hurt than anger honestly and this is pretty long so I hope it’s good enough.

I didn’t wanna write a full story thing since I wasn’t motivated enough for it?

I had to break this up because it’s long and it’s under the cut for space

~ Dari

Patience is a virtue but time is precious (Bakugo Katsuki & Yoarashi Inasa)

you’ve been friends with Izuku and Katsuki as long as you can remember

as the mediator, you kept the bullying from getting too intense

whether it meant use of your quirk or otherwise

but of course, when you weren’t there, it got pretty awful

despite that, you stood by them

the both of them, the best you could

as you all grew, in your head, you always knew that you and Katsuki were something special to each other

knew that despite all of his cruel actions, that he cared for you and Izuku, deep down

you were basically his best friend

so when you all grew into teenagers, you could put a name to it

you were in love with him

when you all slowly ended off your last year at junior high, the both of you walked home together after a graduation party

the sun was setting and while you both walked over a grass plain, you stopped

he did as well, confused as to why

only to be taken aback by your rather sudden confession

“you remind me of the feeling i get when i catch the sky before the sun falls down off the edge of it. how the sapphire bleeds into deep reds and bright oranges blending into violets and pinks. between all the noise and the doubts and anxiety filled thoughts, i am brought to peace.

i never thought i could feel this way about someone… but i’m lucky to have met you.

even if you don’t share these feelings, i just wanted to let you know. wanted to tell you before i’d regret never telling you.

no matter what, you’ll always be my friend and i will always be there for you if you ever need me”

your confession was as soft and as heartfelt you thought it’d be, your heart gently fluttering against your ribs

“i like you, katsuki”

the silence was palpable, you weren’t looking at him but you practically hear him thinking

but the silence was cut through with a low scoff

your chest ached, it ached so deeply, but the both of you kept walking home

he stops contacting you over the summer

of course, you didn’t stop texting him as you usually did

“good mornings” “good nights” and little things about your day

and a congratulations when you hear he got into UA

you got into Shinketsu, as you assumed Katsuki didn’t really want to see your face

speaking of him, he really doesn’t know how to feel

his emotions are mixed and messy and since your confession, he hasn’t known what to do since

not the type to run away from these types of things but he didn’t have time to worry about it

slowly but surely tucks it into the back of his head, leaving it on the back burner

every slip of your name from Deku was met with a hateful glare and a silent demand to don’t talk about you near him

Izuku knew exactly why, having kept in contact with you and is careful in mentioning you from then on

leaves you updates on their progress

meanwhile, you kept up with your own studies

making friends with three others from your school, friends that brought you up when you felt down

the new friends that you adored just as much as your old

Yoarashi Inasa was the closest to you, his optimism and enthusiasm soothing all the thoughts of doubt you had

he hung around you and welcomed you when you felt alone

you could go so far that he’s your new best friend, that you opened up to him about the past

about Katsuki, about everything that transpired

Inasa, being the supportive person he was, slowly helped you try and get over your old feelings

especially since you were never given the answer you deserved

but he knew he couldn’t prevent you from caring

especially during Katsuki’s kidnapping

your worry came out in a string of panicked texts after he was rescued, both to Katsuki and Izuku

the former left you high and dry, worried and hurt

Izuku gave you the answers you needed

but the dull ache in your chest never went away, the hurt just weighed your heart like a brick

after the longest time, you finally let yourself try to move on

move on from your first love

not for a new one, not yet

Inasa is as patient as he was kind, he wasn’t going to push you to start dating him when you weren’t ready

he openly told you he adores you, makes sure you know his feelings

but never asks for more, not while you were trying to heal

you adored Inasa just as much, but the both of you were slowly building your relationship

you hadn’t seen Izuku or Katsuki in person for a long time, not until the licensing exams

of course, Inasa’s enthusiastic introduction was a prelude to your own

“ ‘Nasa, you’re bleeding.” you scolded, coming up behind him with a frown

gently handing him a handkerchief, you turned to the shocked UA students

smiling brightly you greeted Izuku, first name and all

he happily greeted you back, hugging you when you offered it

the greenet could ignore the shocked screams from Denki and Mineta

who screamed; “WHAT’S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS ONE, MIDORIYA!?” “SO PRETTY!! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!”

Katsuki couldn’t believe his eyes, it was you

dressed in Shinketsu’s uniform, but nonetheless

as pretty as he remembered you, no, even prettier

he met your gaze, he’s expecting something like a hug, perhaps a swing of some sort

but you simply gave a polite smile and a little wave, how you greeted a stranger

his chest hurts as you turn away and walk with your classmates towards the building

he can feel Izuku’s concerned gaze on him

it’s not until later that he sees you again, close to that tall guy from your class

Katsuki’s blood boils when he sees how this guy looked at you

like you were the only person in the room, like you were precious to him, like there was no place he’d rather be

he knew this look because it was how you used to look at him

but now, you weren’t looking at him

he stormed up to you, calling your first name with a near hiss

the tall guy, who you referred to as “ 'Nasa”, snapped his gaze to him

he felt chills at the change in his demeanor but stood his ground, glaring right back at him

when you called his name, his attention returned to you and he gruffly says that he need to talk to you

you agreed and slowly, the both of you pulled from the chattering around you

the minute the both of you were alone, he turned to you, baring his teeth into a snarl

demanding to know what your relationship was to Inasa, that why didn’t you tell him that you were going to Shinketsu

his voice stops in his throat when you give him these soft eyes, eyes full of sadness

the eyes he hated seeing on you

fuck, god, he’s such an asshole, he’s got no room asking these things

his pride got him into this mess so he’s gotta shut it up, practically screwing his lips to let you speak

you quietly told him that you did text him about your acceptance and continued to tell him that Inasa was your best friend

there was a silence as he slowly absorbed the information you gave him

but the bombshell that you knew of Inasa’s feelings for you and that the both of you are getting closer in a more romantic sense pulled him right out of his head

his heart feels like it’s twisting into knots

what did he expect? he went for months without a single text, didn’t give you straight forward answer, didn’t even act like you were still his friend

“i still have feelings for you” was another bomb, although it was more hesitant and quiet but there wasn’t any hope in your sweet voice

you were so gentle, your touch so light, that it startled him as you brushed your fingers over his cheek

your scent hit him and warmth seeping into his skin, he can’t help but be reminded of how much he actually missed you

missed you having around him, close to him like this

you whispered to him that he can’t expect you to just be content with him liking you back, after all the time you had spent apart and how long you went without an answer

he leaned into your touch, mumbling an apology that was so genuine you almost gave in

when Inasa’s face flashes through your head, you steeled yourself, gently drawing your hand away

watching as he nearly chased it

it made your heart ache that you weren’t able to give him what he craved, what he wasn’t able to have

but you deserved better than what he was willing to offer before

his eyes flickered to meet your’s and your spoke again

“Even though I’ve given you so many chances to say something, anything… When you were gone, I had to move on. I couldn’t stay stuck…”

because even with your patience, you could only do it for so long

you still adore him, love him almost, and you tell him as such

he’s taken aback because he had no idea how deep your feelings for him were, how much you actually cared

the ball of guilt just grew tighter in the pit of his stomach

but he now knows that it’s gonna take much more than that to convince you that his feelings are true, not just brought on by jealousy or rage

reaches and grips your hand, holding it for the first time in years

he promises you that, “I’ll prove it.”

as your heart sings, feeling his pulse speed with your’s, you can’t help but believe him

[power-house-fan12]

Updated version

I don't any characters but Dr shield

Don't own video

Hero name Dr shield the nightingale hero

Student name Taira Kojika

Height 5ft9

Weight 178 pounds

Age 16

Birthday March 18

Hair color black and pale lavender, Ghana braids

Eye color purple with glasses

Blood type B

Hero number 1881

Fighting styles-boxing,

Voice actor

English: Molly Searcy

Japanese: Yu Kobayashi

Outfit along white armor coat with shoulder pads that has shields with cross on them, black sleeves turtleneck, Armor bracelet with black gloves, white pants, long black boots, medieval sallet, brown Fanny pack,

Winter outfit fur line in coat.

Old costume, black trench long, black tight pants, Shinketsu hat , browns glove, long brown boots, sallee

Quirk barrier type emitter

Can create forms a barriers around her or on to someone else to protect as long she has a strong mind, she can make them big as the building or small to a fist size, if the barrier is up to long or to much inmpact can cause headaches to Migraines.

From a young age Kojika always wanted to be a doctor due to going to the hero hospital where both of her parents work and own her dad is  the head surgeon and her mom is a general practitioner with them they are well respected to the community among heroes with that she sometimes goes to these charity galas where she meet her friend tenya iida who got along with.

Kojika had mature at a young age where kids think she was a snob for being smart and a werido for  , she spends most of her time admiring superheroes like the iida family and learn about anatomy of the heroes body and quirks how they affect them. Kojika wanted to be in her own footsteps instead of her parents. Her dream is to own a clinic agency and be the pro hero to it. She had a habit of looking at people to see if they were injury and be a nurse to them this causes her a few mishaps in her early youth.

Through out her years she and tenya were close and have a professional friendship until high school where he would go to UA and Kojika would be at Shinketsu High school. They try to stay in touch but in time it was getting harder and harder due to certain events. After hearing about his brother and the hero killer she gotten worry for him soon before the license test she had fail to meet the task to she had to take her license late.

Soon Kojika was kidnap along with many teens and place in the asylum she was soon in the same position as them later she decide to make a effort in helping by bandaging and keeping them health until help arrive without her quirk she couldn't protect others with her barriers but her knowledge she was able to do her best with many sleepless nights.

She was the first person to meet Deku and his friends while bandaging up them she then knows about izuku due to tenya told her about him a couple of times and they got a good start. later she became friends with namine she was the first person to notice her arm before banging up to hid it, she became close to the others but was concern was towards midoriya when she notices his scars. Hearing about the war she noticed how the other children are losing faith in them.

When the others heard about the plan she help the other make a plan to get the quirk cuffs off of everyone she was able to watch out for widow soon when the barrier was open and everything went into chaos,  she help the others escape while fled into the city where she was getting help from anyone.

After everything everyone went to the hospital to her surprise she was learn that she and among the half who couldn't go back to their schools so she went to apply to UA to work under recovery girl she also like to be involved with the others she and iida hangout more often.

[s-inasa]

Awesome!!

I'm Yoarashi Inasa sir from Shinketsu High sir!!

So, sir, you're an amazing hero. Having climbed so high up the charts! I highly regard you!!

I've been meaning to ask...how do you feel on taking me as an intern?? @ua-hawks

(S-Inasa) Hawks!! Pro-hero Hawks! Could I have a word??

HELL YA

[gosatsuvns]

Weekly Update #203 - Plans For July & Patreon Overview

Jurassic June was a rather busy month with many things to take care of within a specific amount of time. Thankfully, July is going to be a bit more relaxed though, with no fast approaching deadlines for half a dozen of things. That doesn't mean I want to take it easy, however. On the contrary, there are still a lot of things I want to work on, so let's talk about these today!

First off, I've been very focused on the writing for Withering Without Hope during the last few days of June and I want to keep at it for a little longer. Ideally, I want to finish the first chapter this month. So far, I've made some pretty good progress and enjoyed myself quite a lot. But the really difficult scenes are still lying ahead of me and there are a lot of details I still need to figure out. Still, I'll definitely continue working on this and patrons can look forward to getting another glimpse at the script very soon!

Originally planning to publicly show it during Jurassic June, I also want to finally get back to the main hall background for GENBA no Kizuna and finish the shading. With so many other things of slightly higher priority to take care of (and getting into an unexpected writing mood for WWH *cough*), I sadly wasn't able to do so yet. Afterwards, I'd like to get back to working on the sprites variations for Rei and Shinketsu, so we can code the next scene as soon as possible.

Within the next few days, I'll also give our composer the details on the next track, so if you do support us on Patreon, you can look forward to listen to it some time later this month!

Now, speaking of Patreon, just as I mentioned in last week's update, I'd like to talk a little bit more about it in terms of content. Recently, I have unlocked the postings featuring the design sketches for GENBA's suspect characters to the public. I did this since they have been around for half a year now and because we do actually not have any publicly available posts on there. So the idea was to show potential supporters what they can actually expect in terms of content.

I will eventually unlock other postings as well. I'm still deciding which ones and when. There are certainly some that will stay locked for a very long time to come, though, like script excerpts or BGMs. At least until the games are fully released. But when it comes to WIP-artworks, assets and designs, and probably even the special blog post category, I will eventually end up making them public after a certain amount of time has passed. At least a couple of months.

I will also update the overview description on Patreon soon as well. I think it's about time for that.

Anyway, in case you might be interested in supporting us through Patreon, I thought that it would be helpful to give you a list of what exactly you can currently find on there in terms of content, so here we go:

3 Special Blog Posts (1 showing off unused SHINRAI artwork & talking about visual clues, 1 about our beginnings as visual novel developers and another about the origins of Himatsu, featuring an excerpt of her original introduction scene)

9 BGMs (1 unused track from SHINRAI, 1 track from its sequel WWH & 7 tracks from GENBA)

7 Script Excerpts (2 for WWH comprising the prologue, the rest from GENBA, up to the halfway point of the 1st chapter)

7 Design Sketches (the 4 unlocked ones for GENBA & 3 for WWH, featuring 2 characters each)

35 Monthly Art Postings (including the polls, many WIP-glimpses & final artworks in high resolution)

There are a whole bunch of more WIP-postings including early glimpses at backgrounds, detailing the process how I usually go about BG-creation, showing Kamen's and Taiko's updated WWH appearances and so on and so forth. As for future content, as mentioned before, you can look forward to a new part of the WWH script and a new GENBA BGM this month, but I'm also planning to finally continue talking about our previous VN projects, which were never finished and ditched in favor of SHINRAI. I'm going to show off some of their assets too, since there are a lot of them. Other than that, it might be time for some more WWH design sketches and, of course, the summer-themed monthly artwork!

So yeah, that's more or less the plan for July. August is definitely going to be a lot busier again, so I really want to use this month to work on the things I want to work on right now, rather than the ones I have to take care of because of approaching deadlines.

Now, before I wrap this up, I'd like to direct you to AquosBoost's YouTube Channel. They have recently livestreamed SHINRAI and uploaded the entire playthrough there. If you've been curious about our little VN or just want to witness someone else's experience, please head over and give it a look!

I'd also like to use this opportunity to thank everyone who has recently left us a Steam Review. It takes time and effort to write a proper review, so this is greatly appreciated and it helps us out a lot. I've said this many times before, but it is very true. With each and every review, our visibility on Steam is raised and more people find out about our game. We're now back in the Top 150 Visual Novels, for example, which are decided by the amount of Steam reviews and the balance between positive and negative reviews. We're also getting very close now to having 50 reviews in total which, at least to me, is kind of a milestone I've been waiting to reach for a while. So yeah, thank you so much!

As always, please enjoy the rest of your weekend and, until next Saturday, take care! :3

[kspeciale]

Doodle of Earthquake Boi before bed. He just might be my favorite character of the new season.