#stormfronts and swear jars

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"Honey? Did you do something to my hearing aids?" Katsuki didn't bother looking up from tying his boots, "I replaced your battery for you." "They're rechargeable." He stood up, "And because they're rechargeable, they need to be replaced every year instead of once or twice a month." "Wha--Katsuki! I've been wearing these for three years!" "I know," he smirked. "I've been changing them for you."

Here, have some SFSJ art I've been working on, it's ass but I'm tired of looking at it.

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This reminded me that I have a chapter in a fic I wrote where Bakugo goes out of his way to clarify he learned to mind his quirk so he could survive childhood and also smack his partner across the ass without leveling the house 😂😂😂

i refuse to believe this hasn’t happened to Bakugo at LEAST once.

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Finally The Finished Script

Episode 1: Grote Mandreke

Fade in 1. INT. Car traveling Shore Road Approaching Ravenser Odd – DAY   1 EDMOND LOWE, UNKNOWN EMPLOYER

A few main credits play over opening footage at bottom of screen. Open to a view of an old briefcase on a car passenger seat, Audio narrates two men speaking as the camera shows the briefcase plate reads Edmond Lowe, presuming the owner of the case, car and inquiring voice. EDMOND: That place? It’s been nothing but driftwood for near 300 years. You’re telling me they think people live in those rotting houses? They’re barely even skeletons. Employer: I understand your concern Mr Lowe however with another stormfront like this coming well the boys in London couldn’t ignore the activity reports. Even if some crazy squatters won’t leave their ‘driftwood’ as you say, well, at least we’ll have names for the gravestones. Cut to early 1900s car Driving into distance, the day is gloomy with a large stormfront approaching the coast. 2. EXT. The Remains of Ravenser Odd Town Square – DAY                                                            2 EDMOND LOWE, MAD EYED MAN, N/S FIGURE Fade in by panning from shadows of an extremely close tree to Edmond walking through dilapidated ruins of houses and foliage. Cut to view of old dusty jars and shelves looking out through storefront as Edmond approaches creaking sign in central area of town. Cut to a shot viewing this from the edge of a building, a raven crows from atop the sign and Edmond hears a sort of splashing rustling from a sunken house. A figure disappears around a corner and as he investigates Edmond finds a man sitting upon a rotting armchair in the remains a partially sunken house and questions the man speaks with a grizzled Welsh accent, contrasting Edmonds aristocratic dialect. Upon closer inspection is blind in one eye with a mad gleam in the other. EDMOND: My name is Edmond Lowe, I am here to take census and report the status of this abandoned town for the rights and resale of land under the bank of England. Who are you?

MAD EYED MAN: You shouldn’t be here lad; this place doesn’t exist. EDMOND: You’d have to be half mad to live in these ruins but I never took it to be literal [Edmond gazes at the man], you need to clear out before the next front hits. This towns been condemned since the sand started shifting-. MAD EYED MAN: [Cutting Edmond off] This town was condemned long before the sand and storm, long before you boy, you best leave now. EDMOND: [looking out ruined doorframe] Nevertheless I’m not leaving without at least taking down the names of those here before the storm hits. How many people are squatting in these ruins? [taking out pen and leather notebook]. MAD EYED MAN: [camera still facing Edmond and doorframe with Edmonds back to the camera and man] Already told you boy, leave; ain’t no names to take not since the murder. EDMOND: [looks up from notebook and turns] the murder? Who was murdered? as Edmond turns the man is no longer there and the chair is fused to an overgrown stump covered in moss, fungi and vines, some of which make almost face like shapes in multiple places. The call of more than one raven snaps him out of a daze cut and pan as he returns to the central area, where more ravens are now perched as the sun sets he returns to his car as there are no buildings to provide significant enough shelter.   3. INT. Inside Car – NIGHT                                                                 3 EDMOND LOWE Slow pan up to car, surrounded by darkness with low light spilling through windows as thunder growls in the distance. Illuminated by lantern Edmond goes over his case files inside his car. The camera over shoulder shows papers as Edmond reads them aloud, the wind howls outside. EDMOND: Reports of unstable foundation since the towns construction, tide rising in no matter how far inland the town was built. Wood-rot setting in after only days but nothing about a murder, maybe it was earlier? Ravens crow begins to rise with the wind howl, Cut to Edmond looking up as he becomes concerned, shot of the car door window rattling, the sound becomes deafening and the camera pans back to Edmond as he tries shrink between the seat and floor. Cut to close up of lantern flame with Edmond visible through glass huddled under his own arms, the lantern flickers out as the storm crashes impossibly loud, the silhouettes of ravens visible on the interior with the lightning strike. 4. EXT. Outside Car – DAY                                                                 4 EDMOND LOWE Cut to close up of Edmond opening his eyes and cut to pulling out shot of the car in morning gloom with leaves falling around it, the wind reduced back to a low distant howl. cut to mid slightly angled shot of car window outside of car window, Edmond looks out and there is a reflection on the window from the camera side of the storm, closer but still distant, hang on this shot as a far off growl of thunder leads to cut to black. 5. EXT. Approaching Ravenser Odd – DAY                                                                 5 EDMOND LOWE, N/S FIGURE Fade in to birds’ eye view shot panning down to show Edmond approaching town centre again, taking one last look around before his deadline when the storm hits. Heavy rainfall opens a Cut to low shot of Edmond and many more ravens in complete silence and almost intangibility as they are seemingly completely abstract from the now torrential downpour. The birds watch Edmond with his now increasingly creeping paranoia setting in. Cut to side shot of Edmond noticing a non-descript figure rounding a corner of stonework attached to the frame of a ruined building. Mid over the shoulder shot reveals a stonework dead end with nameless wooden grave crosses and a storm cellar door slightly buried in the overgrowth. 6. INT. Storm Cellar – DAY                                                                 6 EDMOND LOWE, N/S FIGURE Cut to black shot looking up as the cellar door opens light spilling over the silhouette of Edmond as he begins to descend. Cut to looking down shot of Edmond approaching a torchlit desk with spider webs around rafters framing the shot. Cut to extreme close-up of Edmond tracing lines of the book and reading aloud EDMOND: The Northmen called their landing here Hrafns Eyre or Ravens Tongue Avian were an integral symbol of their pagan deities and their stories told of one such creature which sat at the edge of life consuming the dead. Accompanying shot of sketch of a looming bird figure over hills of graves. Cut to Mid shot of Edmond looking up in a stat as a scraping grating sound distracts him. Pan to Close angle of Edmond feeling his way along the wall in darkness now, an over the shoulder shot establishing the torchlight to be much farther than any cellar should lead. EDMOND: how far underground or water does this go. Being driven only by the increasingly loud scraping and now whimpering growing so close in the complete darkness it’s as though the source of faint sobs and scrapes are on the other side of the wall. Cut to low shot of Edmond rounding corner into a dimly lit prison cell. The scraping cutting off as he does. cut to over the shoulder shot of a completely empty cell save for some human bones and a barely flickering candle. EDMOND: (whispers) my god what the… Cut to extreme close up of the other side of the wall Edmond was making his way down, he approaches it as he trails of and begins to inspect the hundreds of faded, bloodied scratchings, the most faded of which seem to be barely legible runes or symbols and most recent being English yet still too faded to be anywhere even close to recent. Pan to Edmond tracing them as he begins Realising these were the denizens clawing at the stonework, he whispers a few that he can read starting with the most-clear and working back with age. EDMOND: Ravenser Odd, Ravenous Tongue, Hrafns Eyre, Eating Them, The Murder. Cut to mid closeup of Edmond being startled and facing the passage once again as he hears a far-off shriek. Cut to Edmond making his way in the same fashion as before as the storm rages as in the night, with an undertone that sounds like the wind itself chanting in an unknowable dialect. Edmond could swear he hears drumbeat in the dripping water down the sides of the passage. As yet another flickering torch-light approaches from the bottom of the shot the sounds are deafening and another corner rounding shot reveals the non-descript figure clutching at a profusely bleeding wound transitioning into a long shot as they collapse in a heap before a great wooden idol of a crow with many eyes centred in a wood and stone Nordic longhouse covered in shields and pelts. Cut to first person of Edmond running to the figure and transitioning to close shot of him turning over the figure to find a desiccated corpse many hundreds of years old clutching a knife and note in each hand, with a mid-shot Edmond, still on his knees, is compelled to quickly unfurl the note to reveal a single barely legible name which seems to resonate throughout the hall and him EDMOND: Grote Mandreke Cut to long shot of Edmond looking up, the torchlight now gone as the rumbling of the storm turns to splitting stone and Edmond flees the now decayed and crumbling passage. Cut to close shot of Edmond slamming into the cellar door, stone collapsing around him, the storm thundering and crows cawing drowning each-other out and becoming one and debris covers the camera view. 7. Ext. Ravenser Odd – DAY                                                                 7 EDMOND LOWE, Unknown Employer Fade in to Edmond lying on grass, panning out to reveal the him stand up, the grave crosses gone and the cellar door being as buried and rotted as the rest of the wooden town. Cut to close of Edmond shifting the door and finding sand and grass underneath, pan to over shoulder shot of stormfront still many hours away. Edmond walks through main street back to his car and with a birds’-eye the town is revealed to be nearly entirely gone as though it had been literally erased for many years save one or two loose pieces of wood or stone. There are no ravens in the shot. As the birds’-eye shot pans this, the end credit song plays over a final narration. EDMOND: Nobody has names, not since the murder, that’s what he said. EMPLOYER: Officially the town was completely wiped out in 1362, do you know the name of the storm that finished Ravenser Odd, MR Lowe? EDMOND: Grote Mandreke. EMPLOYER: We received activity reports MR Lowe, we never said what kind. Fade in to ending credits: Song: Black Hat – Two Steps from Hell The credits are simple black official file looking text in faded looking lettering, whilst the music plays, over shots of old dilapidated wooden houses and faded photographs, antique furniture and a few hidden out of place objects like single red books in bookshelves. As well as various Norse symbols and other mythology pieces in abandoned and damaged museums, houses and non-descript stonework places (basically tombs etc). note that all of these photos are framed in that they should contain people yet there are none and no names are present on the many documents, finally revealing the fate of the dead. 

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Sunflower

I think your love would be too much.

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Summary: Sometimes a slip of the tongue works out for the best

Chapter Warnings: None.

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“Stop scowling. If [y/n] sees it she’s gonna give you hell for it.”

Katsuki’s frown deepened, “How long until she gets here?”

The agency PR rep checked his watch, “she should be pulling up any minute now. So, in her words, fix your face—”

The rest of his words fell on deaf ears as Katsuki stared down the red carpet. Stepping out of a limousine and onto the carpet was you, ethereal in a way he’d never seen before as you posed sweetly for photos, high-fiving Denki as you passed him. Paparazzi began to snap photos of you and your hero partner chatting and laughing before you were whisked off to stand on a large circular platform, a charismatic man with features he morphed at will while he introduced you to a camera. He could see your bright white smile gleaming in the flattering lights, hair tamed into finger waves, and your skin cast in a golden glow complementing the high collared, sleeveless yellow gown you wore. As you turned to playfully shove the man (now deliberately turning his skin a bashful pink), his eyes locked on a simple gold chain trailing from the back of your collar down, down, down along your exposed back until it stopped where the base of your spine gave way to the swell of your ass, covered in the same curve-hugging yellow fabric as before. When you turned back to face the camera, he took note of the high slit in your dress, starting just low enough to expose your plush thigh without the risk of a wardrobe malfunction. His eyes trailed further down to take in your champagne-colored heels and his feet moved before he could think, carrying himself towards you.

By the time the PR rep realized he was missing, he was nearly at your side.

Katsuki’s ears perked up as he heard the tail end of your interview, the man turning himself into the Cheshire cat as he grinned at you, “So…is there a Mr. Syncopate out there for you? Someone behind the scenes?”

Katsuki raised a brow, then remembered that while the two of you have never hidden your relationship, you’ve also never really publicized it either. He watches your lips curve upward mischievously, accentuating your dimple as you raise an eyebrow, “Well, Phase, I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

“Not even for me? Or your fans watching at home?”

You pressed a finger to your lips with a wink, and Phase giggled, “Well then, what’s your type?”

“Now would you ask a man that?”

Phase shifted to his normal skin color, cheeks flushed, “I—well, can you confirm or deny the rumors surrounding you and your long-term hero partner Chargebolt?”

Katsuki snorted before he could stop himself and the interviewer turned towards him, “Oh? What was that Dynamight?”

His cheeks flushed pink, and he scowled, “Aren’t you supposed to be interviewing new heroes?”

“Hmm, but you’ve suddenly made this much more interesting the way you always seem to do, so step on up!”

The both of you glanced at your PR manager, his face in his hands, and he gestured for Katsuki to proceed. He stepped up on the dais, taking his place next to you and giving you a playful shove with his elbow before crossing his arms with a smirk, “Alright, lay it on me.”

“So I’m assuming you’ve got the inside scoop on SyncBolt?”

Katsuki snickered, “SyncBolt? Okay then, but uh…yeah, I’d say I’ve got some pretty intimate details.”

You glared at him, and his smirk widened. Phase turned a sickening bubblegum pink, “Oh? Well do tell.”

“For starters, SyncBolt? Not a thing. Purely a professional relationship, because both Syncopate and Chargebolt understand the importance of not partnering with significant others and the complications it may bring on and off the field. Both of them are incredible, hardworking heroes who do their best to keep business and pleasure as separate as possible.”

“But surely romance blooms when people work in such a close proximity to one another.”

“It does, but we have protocols in place to manage that, including separating couples onto new patrols if necessary to mitigate distractions. I should know, I’m the reason they wrote them.”

Phase smirked, “ah yes, I remember that scandal with Maboromicamie, how is she doing these days?”

“Fine, actually. We keep in touch here and there, last I heard she was married and expecting her first child with Gale Force, so between parenthood and heroics, she’s pretty busy. I’m proud of her growth as a hero and a person and I’m sure she’d say the same of me.”

Phase scowled, skin reddening slightly in irritation as Katsuki smirked. You glanced over at your PR rep giving an enthusiastic thumbs up as he high-fived Eijiro with his free hand, and suddenly came to the realization that the question was not only bait, but that Katsuki’s response was not what Phase wanted to hear.

Phase scoffed, “I see we remember the breakup very differently.”

“Well,” Katsuki started coolly, “That would be because one of us was there and the other is holding the microphone.”

Phase’s scowl deepened, and before you could stop yourself, you quipped, “Careful, keep scowling like that and you’ll get stuck that way.”

Katsuki smiled down at you, “I mean you seem to like my scowl just fine, Sparkle.”

“Sparkle?”

Your eyes widened simultaneously at the slip of the tongue, and Phase got impossibly pinker, “Oh! Looks like the cat’s out of the bag! What was that about business and pleasure, Dynamight?” he turns to you, “And it appears he has a secret soft spot for his girl, right Sparkle?”

Katsuki opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch with a scowl that gave Katsuki’s resting face a run for his money.

“Don’t call me Sparkle."

Katsuki flinched at your tone. You took a deep breath, collecting yourself before continuing, "Our relationship was more of an open secret. We never hid it, but we enjoy our privacy, so we didn’t go out of our way to publicize it. We aren't patrol partners, never have been, and our relationship is reported to HR at Himura Hero Agency. We also conduct ourselves as heroes, not romantic partners at work. You can make of that what you will, but you will not make Katsuki out to be a hypocrite.”

“Oooh, she’s a spicy one, Dynamight! I bet she gives you a run for your money! Now, how long have you been an item?"

Katsuki smiled down at you, eyes soft, “A little over a year. We quietly had our anniversary not too long ago.”

Phase gives a mischievous smile before locking eyes with you, “Now, exactly how did this happen? I wouldn’t have bet on this horse given the…life altering nature of your first training encounter?”

Phase smirked and tapped his ear, causing you to reach up and touch the hearing aid in your own while fighting to keep a neutral face. Katsuki’s hand came to rest on your bare back, thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. He saw the corner of your mouth dip downward for a second, then leaned down to whisper don’t let him win, he thrives on pissing us off for negative press, especially me.

You glanced over to your PR rep. He had one hand on Denki’s chest to prevent him stepping towards the two of you, the other gesturing for you to do your deep breathing and stand tall, mouthing we practiced for this. Denki's eyes flashed with rage, but he stepped back, straightening his suit before crossing his arms impatiently.

You glanced up at Katsuki, took a deep breath, and laced your fingers with his. He kissed the back of your hand reassuringly, and you turned to the camera with a soft smile, “I’m not quite certain how you managed to find that out, but we can confirm there was a training mishap, and Dynamight not only took accountability, but ensured that I had proper accommodations and access to mental health resources during the adjustment period. He also had an open door policy for situations in which my newfound hearing loss was exceptionally distressing and I needed immediate assistance.”

You saw Phase scowl again, indicating you’d given a tactful answer—the exact kind he didn’t want, and then a smirk passed across his face.

“Well, what about your current safety? I for one have some concerns about your decision to become romantically involved with the man who deafened you. After all, Dynamight is explosive in more way than one, and he already has a clear history of causing you serious injury. Whose to say history won’t repeat?”

You glance at Katsuki, “Hey, why don’t you go find seats for us with Pinky and Red Riot?”

He raises a brow but kisses your cheek and departs, knowing that the look on your face left no room for argument. He muttered something to your PR rep that made him begin to approach you, and you turned back to Phase, “What was your question again? I’m so sorry.”

Phase’s scowl widened into a menacing grin, “Your safety. It must be hard living with the man who struck you so hard you went deaf.”

“Oh yes, that. Well, surely whoever informed you of the accident a couple of years back told you everything, right?”

“Well—”

“Or did you receive third hand information from a party that wasn’t present?” Phase began to turn an interesting shade of red.

You scoffed and continued, “I see. Well, allow me to clear the record. During a training exercise shortly after my arrival in Japan, I was partnered with Dynamight. During the course of the training exercise, our powers collided in such a way that the power was knocked out with a clap of thunder and the windowless room was pitched into blackness. I have the ability to emit a modestly sized electromagnetic field around myself so that, in a darkened environment, I can determine when someone is within arms distance of me. The downside to this is that it can cause EMI, or electromagnetic interference. This can scramble some devices, including hearing aids. At the time, I was unaware of Dynamight’s hearing loss, and had I known I would have never employed that technique.”

Phase paled, realizing the corner he’d backed himself into, “Looks like we’re running out of—”

“No, no! You wanted to know. I’m happy to spill the tea for you!” You beamed into the camera, “After all, you and my lovely fans at home would want to know the real story so that they don’t accidentally cancel Dynamight! Anyway, when the whistle blew, I dropped my field and called out to him. He hadn’t heard the whistle due to the interference and struck me in the head when he was aiming for my shoulder or my side. When he realized what had happened, he made himself literally sick with guilt and worry.”

You smiled again, “And there’s how that went! He's been supporting me ever since, and the support turned to friendship, which evolved into feelings and then a strong relationship!”

You gestured to Phase with one finger, and when he leaned into you, you used your quirk to drain power from the mic, voice dropping to a hiss, “Do us both a favor. The next time you want to try and dig up a negative press story where there isn’t one involving me or Katsuki, don’t. I promise, he’s not the wildcard in this romance, I am.”

You returned power to the mic as you leaned back, award winning smile on display, “Any follow up questions for me? I need to find my Katsuki before Denki steals my seat again.”

Phase turned ghost white and shook his head. You smiled and said, “Good! Now if you’ll excuse me, I think our interview went over by about ten minutes? This promising young hero has been oh so patiently waiting her turn, so let me introduce you to Starlet!”

You extended your hand to the hero behind you, and she allows you to help her onto the stage. She kisses your cheek and you hustle off stage, hearing her refer to you as an icon as her interview starts. You make it to your table and sit next to Katsuki, who is huddled by Mina and Eijiro, phone tuned in to a live recap of your interview and the ending. He glances up at you, “Your Katsuki, eh?”

You smirked, dragging your gaze up from the big hands cradling his landscaped phone to scarlet eyes framed by pale lashes, “I tend to get a little…possessive, when challenged. I thought you liked when I was spicy.”

Katsuki’s cheeks pinked up, “Very well,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Keep that energy in a few hours, sweetheart.”

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Bring Me To My Knees, Make Me Testify

You could make a sinner change his ways[...] because your sex takes me to paradise.

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Summary: Katsuki meets God. She's Black.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit smut, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, brief facefucking, mild Sub!Katsuki, mild Dom!Reader, praise kink, implied brat taming, Katsuki is a destroyer of headboards, prawn with enough plot for continuity.

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“We are not having this argument again; this is the first night we’ve had off together in at least a month and a half, we are two months out from the gala, and I am not changing my mind.”

“I just don’t understand why we can’t match. You look great in orange.”

“Katsuki, if you want to match so badly, then wear yellow.”

“I look terrible in yellow! I look like a condiment rack.”

You rolled your eyes as you continued scrolling through your phone for dresses, the shirt you stole from him for bed riding up your thigh a bit as you propped your foot up on the bed, “Why are you so convinced we have to match at the hero gala? Are you afraid I’ll get hit on or something?”

Katsuki clamped his mouth shut as his ears burned red, trying to hide his face behind the towel he was using to dry his hair, pajama pants slung low on his hips. You looked up at him in the bathroom doorway with a scoff of disbelief, “Oh my god. ‘Suki! Baby…”

“Don’t baby me.” Katsuki pouted, full lower lip poked out and his eyes avoiding yours.

You pressed a hand to his cheek, “’Suki. I’m not going anywhere, there’s no need to be jealous.”

He shrugged, “’s not you I’m worried about, sunflower. It’s those other fuckers.”

“Honey, do you trust me?”

Katsuki looked offended before grabbing both your hands and kissing them, “Of course I do.”

“Then trust me not to let any of those extras try to woo me. This is my first hero gala here. Youhave a name for yourself. I still have to establish one because my American rank doesn’t carry over.”

“All Might’s did!”

“All Might didn’t retire his previous identity and start a new one when he came here. Voltressnever left the US and Syncopate has never entered it. As far as Japan is concerned, I’m a brand-new hero starting at nothing. I love you, but I don’t want my legacy to be ‘Dynamight’s Girlfriend’.”

Katsuki’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, “Did…did you just say you love me?”

“That’s what you got out of that sentence?”

“I…never mind.” Katsuki plopped himself onto his half of the bed, “I just…don’t think we’ve ever said it out loud.”

The sentiment was always there, in soft kisses in the car before work, in the boxed lunches you carefully packed each other, and it was definitely in the scratches trailing down his back as he panted into the curve of your neck, too hot hands pushing bruises into your skin on more nights that not.

You put your phone down on the bedside table, “Mmm… you’re right. I never thought about it much, I think I just kind of knew.”

“I mean…yeah, but…” Katsuki’s voice trailed off into a mumble, and you tilted his chin up.

“I need you to either speak up or look at me so I can read your lips.”

Katsuki sighed, “Sometimes…I need to hear it, okay?”

“Honey, we can’t hear anything.”

You giggled, and Katsuki tried not to laugh with you, but the corners of his mouth turning upward gave him away, “…You knew what I meant, shitty woman.”

“I did, and I love you, Katsuki.”

Katsuki paused for a moment, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck, “I love you too, shitty woman.”

Katsuki shifted a bit closer to you as he settled in, grabbing the novel off of his nightstand and flipping to the bookmark. You leaned into his body heat, scrolling through dresses when an ad on the page caught your attention.

“Hey, Kats? I have a question.”

Katsuki’s eyebrow quirked up slightly, “I have an answer.”

“It’s too early in this relationship for dad humor.”

“I mean…you’re the one who taught me to be soft with kids.”

You rolled your eyes, “So I’m scrolling through this page and saw a weird ass ad for an ED—”

His head snapped up, and before he could speak you put your hand out, “Let me finish, honey, I’m not saying you need help. If anything, we need to invest in a better headboard with padding so you can’t inadvertently concuss me again.”

“That was once!”

“Anyway, the ad was for some kind of gel with nitroglycerin in it, and your quirk means you have nitroglycerin sweat, right?”

“Nitroglycerin-likesweat. Not the same. Pure nitroglycerin explodes on contact; if I made thatI’d blow us both up every time I slapped you across the ass. Hell, I wouldn’t have made it out of my teens without missing at least one body part.”

“That makes sense. Basically, what I’m asking is whether or not you have a…what’s the word?” you snapped your fingers as you tried to find the term, “refractory period! Like time between finishing and going again.”

Katsuki froze, “I…I’m not sure, actually. I would assume I do, but I’ve never checked. All my partners before you save for one were civilians, so I had to hold back so I didn’t, y’know...literallyblow their backs out and the one other hero I’ve hooked up with, I wasn’t really in a position to find out. I’ve had someone say I tasted sweet though.”

“Do you?”

He shrugged, “Dunno. She only found out because when I pulled out, I uh… ‘missed’.”

You tilted your head to the side for a moment, “Wait.”

“What?”

“The fact that nobody else has been able to tell you implies that you’ve never gotten head before.”

“I have, yeah. Just…you know. Not to that point.”

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment, then slid into his lap, closing his book as you did and placing it back on the nightstand. You pressed kisses to the side of his neck, nipping at the spot just below his ear that never failed to draw a hiss from him before trailing them up his jaw. You lightly dragged your fingers over his arms and up to cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his with a roll of your hips. “Whoa there, pretty baby, whatcha doing?”

“Fixing that. You never let me try.” You punctuated your sentence with a nip against his bottom lip, fingers slipping down to untie his pajama bottoms. Katsuki’s hand flies down to swat yours away, “I’d rather take care of you. It’s been a month and a half, right?”

You pout, “But I wanna—”

“It’s not worth the time, love.”

A look flashed across his face that the average person would have missed, but you knew your Katsuki well enough to recognize it for what it was. You pushed yourself up on your knees to straddle his lap, holding his face in your hands, “Kats, who told you that?”

Katsuki shrugged, “It just takes too long. Gets boring.”

“For you? Or for them?”

“Both, I guess. They lose interest, then so do I.”

“Good thing I’m really good at finding ways to entertain myself no matter what I’m doing, isn’t it?”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped back to yours as you slipped back down between his legs, freeing his already hard cock, and pumping it slowly. You maintained eye contact, silently asking him for permission. He nodded in response, jaw clenched tightly, and you rewarded him with a long, teasing lick from base to tip. You heard a soft thunk,looking up to see Katsuki’s head resting against the headboard, lip between his teeth. You set a pace that made him shiver, one of his hands drifting up to rest on the back of your head. You weren’t sure how long you spent between muscular thighs, head bobbing up and down, tongue trailing along veins and teasing the swollen tip, testing varying levels of suction and grip until you found what he seemed to like. The room was silent for the most part, save for the occasional moan or soft whine from Katsuki,. You let him slip from your mouth with a pop, looking up at him through your lashes as you slowly stroked him with your hand.

“You’re doing so good for me Katsuki,” He twitched in your hand, “what do you need from me? This is about you; how do I make you feel good?”

Pink dusted his cheeks and he looked away, “I—when we fuck, I like it when I get you messy. And when I’ve watched porn, I get off faster when the head they get is…kind of like that.” Katsuki’s tone was a new one you’d never heard before; shy, almost submissive. Something about it sent a jolt of satisfaction rushing down your spine, white hot and branching out to every nerve in your body.

If he wanted you messy, you’d show him how sloppy you can get.

You sworeyou saw hearts in his eyes when you stuck your tongue out to allow a thin strand of saliva to dribble onto the rosy tip of his dick before taking him back into your mouth, hand working what you weren’t reaching yet. You heard him swear under his breath, felt his fingers tighten in your hair, and his hips stuttered upward. Removing your hand from the base of his cock, you braced yourself against his thighs before inhaling deeply and swallowing him down to the base, nose buried in downy blonde hair.

Katsuki’s entire body tensed, mouth open in a silent moan. You smacked him gently on the thigh to encourage him to inhale, and he responded with a deep gasp, fingers gripping your hair hard enough to pull a high-pitched whine from you.

He began babbling praises at you, muttering how you were such a good fucking girland that he was almost there just a little more, pleading with you to keep going, don’t fucking stop. His pleas were nearly drowned by the lewd sounds of you working him closer and closer to the edge. When you looked up at him, cheeks wet and lashes sticky with tears, mouth eager and oh so fucking messy, he hissed out a garbled mix of your name and several swears.

The only way he could describe the ensuing climax was violent. It tore through him, heels digging into the mattress as he repeatedly gasps out a series of slurred praises and fuck I love you as he came in your mouth, hips canting upwards as he inadvertently held you down and rode out his high.

When he finally relented his grip, you pressed your cheek to his thigh as he came down, thumb tracing soothing circles against his hip.

“You dotaste sweeter than normal, by the way.”

He said nothing, but the look he gave you was another you’d never seen before; hungry, domineering, and downright feral. Before you could process, he’d flipped you onto your back and literally torn his shirt from your body. Large hands trailed up your sides, grabbing your wrists to pin them together in one hand. Katsuki looks you in the eye, free hand trailing down your body.

“You can’t possibly think I’m letting you get away with what you just did.”

“Hey, Mei? Since I’m here, I need you to make something for me but tell nobody, and I’ll pay you directly.”

Mei dusted her hands off on her apron, “Anything for my favorite client! What is it? Bonus hearing aids?”

“Uh…I need a new headboard, ideally with padding, resistant to bending and breaking by a hypothetical pro hero.”

“Say no more. I know just the thing.”

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Summary: You move to Japan following a large scale accident and, following yet another mishap, the most explosive person you meet is your softest place to fall.

Also the real villain of the Story is Eri and her godforsaken swear jar.

General Warnings: Longfic. Slow-ish burn, some angst and discussion of domestic violence, NSFW, idiots in love, deaf!Katsuki, HoH!Reader, Fem!Reader, specified warnings in chapter headers.

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1. Head in the Clouds, Gravity Centered.

Don't call it a meet cute.

2. Scream. Aim. Fire.

A training accident has lasting effects.

3. Explosive, Explosive.

Change is hard. It's a good thing you have a sometimes listening ear.

4. With Daylight, My Guide, Gone.

Housing is somehow both hard to obtain and right in your face.

5. Inside, This Place is Warm.

Moving day is rough, and it takes some time to get used to the new layout.

6. And I Want You to Want Me Too.

Nobody can mind their business, but maybe you should mind the business they do.

7. Like a River.

The elephant in the room gets addressed.

8. Outside, It Starts to Pour.

A nightmare leads to revelations.

9. King of Sorrow.

A situation forced your hand, reminding you that water and electricity don't mix.

10. The Sun Rises and Shines On You.

Being with Katsuki is easy. Explaining One For All is hard

11. Bring Me to My Knees, Make Me Testify.

Katsuki meets God. She's black.

12. Sunflower

Sometimes a slip of the tongue works out for the best.

13. Yellow

Katsuki loves the type of woman who could just kill a man, even if its only a little one.

14. Lately

Have I told you I love you? Have I told you that you mean the world to me?

Future Chapters TBA!

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Like a River.

So shut your mouth and run me like a river. Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver. Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

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Summary: The elephant in the room gets addressed.

Chapter Warnings: Friends with benefits, kitchen hookup, sexual tension, fingering, coitus interruptus, almost getting caught, Katsuki has a massive cock.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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“Kats, it’s been a week. We’re gonna have to talk about it.

“About what? You stealing my shirt again?”

“ 'Suki, you are not stupid and never have been, which means you’re really bad at playing stupid.”

“You didn’t meet me at UA then. I was a fuckin idiot.”

You hide your laugh in a cough and try to keep your face straight, but Katsuki doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth turn up just slightly, ignores the palpitation your amusement brings him and turns back to the breakfast he’s making for the two of you. This past week has seen the two of you performing a strange, tiptoeing dance around each other whenever you’re alone. At work—when there are others around, at least—things are normal; those casual touches you grew accustomed to feel the same as they had before, gentle reassurance and comfort.

Alone, however, they felt weighted and careful as if you were gasoline and he was a lit match, where one touch could ignite disastrously and burn everything with it.

You roll your eyes, “Be that as it may, we still can’t keep pretending. That elephant is getting too big for the room.”

He clicks the burner off and moves the pan to a cooler one, “I can see you’re not gonna let this one go. What is there to talk about? We got drunk, I fell off the bed trying to help you in bed, end of story.”

He goes to turn the burner back on, and you reach over from where you’re propped up on the counter and turn it back off, “No, not end of story. You kind of jumped over a major portion of the story.”

“We kissed. It’s no big deal.”

“That…that was not just kissing,” You pulled your shirt collar and bra strap to the side to reveal a small bruise, “The same way this is not just a bruise.”

Katsuki blushed red to the tips of his ears, “Did I?”

“Yes. Yes, you did. Right before you fell off the bed.”

“I’m so—” You cut him off with a wave of your hand,

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said we needed to talk about it. Namely, what the fuck are we doing here?”

Katsuki moved to stand in front of you and placed his hands on your knees, looking on the verge of exploding before exhaling sharply.

“I…have no fucking clue.”

You groaned and Katsuki put his hands on top of his head before dropping them back on your thighs, carefully dodging the hem of your shorts, “I don’t! This is the first time I’ve ever been put into this kind of position.”

“I…I think this should be one of those incidents that doesn’t leave the house.” You swore you saw a flash of hurt cross his face, “Not out of shame! Just until we…figure out what the hell is happening here.”

A silence fell between the two of you for a moment, his fingers drumming two different beats on each of your thighs. Finally, he sighed.

“Yeah. That…that makes sense. Plus, those idiots we befriended would never shut the fuck up about it.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding, “Okay. I just don’t want you to think it’s—”

“I don’t. I get it. We’re both private people. No need for the world to know what’s happening here.”

Katsuki resumed the drumming of his fingers against your skin until you finally sighed, “How do you do that?”

Katsuki cocked his head to the side, “Do what?”

“You’re doing two separate things with your hands at once.”

He looked down at his hands for a moment and he said, “Huh. I am. You ever hear of hand independence?”

“I feel like you made that up.”

Katsuki snorted, “No, it’s a real thing. Remember how I told you I play the drums? Well that often requires you to do two separate things with each hand, which is hand independence.”

You hummed, that explains a lot.

The drumming stopped. He raised an eyebrow and your eyes widened, “I…said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Mhm. Explains what?”

Your face heated up, “Uh…it was…something you did last week.”

Katsuki stepped closer, standing between your legs, “Is this okay?”

You nodded dumbly, and his hands slid up your thighs, stopping when you tensed.

“I can stop if you’re uncomfortable. I don’t want to make things weird.”

You paused for a moment, pulse thudding in your ears. You wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and feel soft lips pressed to yours. You wanted calloused fingers leaving burning trails against your skin, the hard planes of his body pressed against the curve of yours, but you clung to the remaining threads of your self-control for a moment, “Are you sure? We haven’t really figured out the thing in the past twenty minutes, and I’m not a one-night stand kind of person.”

“We haven’t, and neither am I, but that doesn’t mean we can’t pick up where we left off. Maybe we’ll find out that we’re okay with being friends with benefits. You know…stress relief. If, you know, you want to.”

“Is the door locked?”

Katsuki pulled out his phone and with a few taps, you heard the distinct ping of the smart lock closing, “It is now.”

“I want to.”

The words fell out before you could stop them, and Katsuki pulled you closer, lips hovering above yours. You closed the gap, hands coming up to his shoulders and threading through soft, wild hair. He trailed his hands up your thighs, fingertips ghosting below the hem of your shorts to draw small, heated circles on soft skin. You sighed contentedly, and Katsuki takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue trailing over every slick surface in your mouth. Your hips rolled forward, and he smirked into the kiss before pulling back. You whined softly, and he moved his hands from your thighs to the soft skin of your waist.

“Back to that hand independence thing, what was it again? I can’t seem to remember.”

You bit your lip and he chuckled, “Don’t get shy on me now. What was it?”

“You, uh…had both hands on my breasts,” heated hands slid upward until he was cupping full breasts, thumb trailing lightly over your nipples and kneading lightly. You gasped and he pressed kisses to your jaw, trailing down to your neck.

“Is this still okay?”

“God, yes.”

He smirked against your skin, “Not god, but I’ll take the compliment. What else did I do?”

“One hand trailed down to undo my pants without the first one sto—” you were cut off by two fingers trailing down to your soft cotton shorts, quickly untying the knot and pulling the waistband to create space for his large hands.

“And then?”

You smiled, “Your drunk ass fell off the bed, and left me curious about what else you could do with your hand independence.”

Katsuki stopped for a moment, pulling you off the counter and turning you around, pressing your back to his chest, pinning you between the counter and himself. One hand wrapped gently around your neck, “Is this okay?”

“Yes. Just don’t pull my hair.”

“Noted.” His other hand trailed down your belly and into your shorts, fingers stuttering for a moment as he realized you weren’t wearing underwear. He drew gentle circles against your clit and chuckled, “No underwear and no bra?”

“I don’t—” You paused to bite back a moan, “I don’t wear them to bed.”

“Hmm. I might have to come say good night more often.”

You shuddered, and he slid his hand further down to drag two fingers through the slick heat between your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips down to try to coax his fingers to press into you. He pressed kisses to the side of your neck, trailing down to nip at your shoulders as he sank a digit into your dripping heat, “God you’re fucking tight. How long has it been?”

You struggled to form coherent thoughts as he pushed a second finger into you, “More than three years?”

His hips rolled forward into the curve of your ass, hardened length pressing against you through his sweatpants and your shorts. The hand on your throat slid down to reach under your shirt and paw at your breasts, fingers thrusting faster in and out of you. You whined high in your throat, “ ’Suki…want more.”

“I need to take my time, princess. If I don’t, I’ll tear you in half. Literally.”

He removed his hands from your body and turned you around to face him. He encouraged you to gaze down, and your eyes widened at the bulge caused by his length pressed against his gray sweats before looking back up at him, concerned. He pressed kisses to your forehead, “We can take all the time you need.”

“Can…can we move to the couch or a room or something?”

Katsuki grabbed your ass and hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips out of reflex. He locked his lips to yours, stumbling towards the couch and tumbling both of you down onto the soft cushions. From there, you pulled at the hem of Katsuki’s t-shirt, and he snatched it over his head. You gazed at his exposed torso for a moment, wondering how an actual human could be carved out of marble by the fucking gods before pulling your—his—shirt up. Katsuki grabbed at your hands, pinning them above your head, voice dropping to a growl as he told you to fucking leave it.

Fingers hooked into your waistband and snatched your shorts off before propping your legs up on his shoulders, glancing up at you with lust filled eyes, pupils blown so wide there was only a thin strip of vermillion surrounding the black. He opened his mouth to check in, and you nodded before he could speak, hips rolling to try to close the gap between your bodies.

The minute Katsuki’s thumbs hooked into his sweatpants, the doorknob turned and there was a dull thud as the door caught on the deadbolt. You both shot upright as Eijiro mentioned that he was coming over for Sunday breakfast as usual.

“Kats…please tell me Eiji doesn’t have a guest key.”

Katsuki stared blankly for a second, and you used a small spark to light the candle on the living room table before snatching your shorts up and lightly sprinting up the stairs two at a time as Katsuki unfroze himself. He pulled his shirt over his head and leapt over the couch into the kitchen in time for the lock to beep and flash green.

As the bathroom door clicked shut for you, you heard Kiri, Mina, Denki, and Kyoka bumbling in as Katsuki resumed cooking.

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The Sun Rises and Shines on You.

You know, I think the sun rises and shines on you. You know there's nothing, nothing, nothing I would not do before I let you go.

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Summary: Being with Katsuki is easy. Explaining One for All is hard.

Chapter Warnings: Mention of middle school Katsuki telling Izuku to swan dive, the Midoriya children are too cute to be real, Izuku and Reader are geeks, the last few chapters were heavy so have some laughs, Izuku gets to say fuck.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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Katsuki went above and beyond for you.

With your permission, he intervened within the agency to ensure you got the mental health treatment necessary to help you heal. You were kept on the beat after a quick evaluation to ensure your stability, and the details were kept need to know.

Following that night, you two just…started sharing a bed. You attempted to go back to sleeping alone, but the first night you tried, you got a text that simply read “Bed’s cold.”

You pattered down the hall to his room and slipped into the bed next to him, falling asleep surrounded by the scent of caramel and sandalwood. Some nights your lips met in between whispered conversations and jokes, other nights you found yourself using Katsuki to ground yourself, tracing the scars on his arms as he snored beside you. Other nights still, you learned why the headboard had scorch marks as a large hand gripped the headboard for leverage, the other pressed to the small of your back.

You two never really officially asked the other to be in a relationship, he just sent a relationship request on social media a month or so after you started sharing a bed and you passively accepted it, turning back to the task you were occupied with. It wasn’t until you were falling asleep that night that you realized how easy it was to settle into a relationship with him. The only thing easier was everyone’s passive acceptance; no fuss was made, no hell was raised, the world went on as usual.

Denki would sometimes ask if you knew where your boyfriend was (you always did unless he was on a far-off mission, and Mina would coo over little gifts Katsuki would leave on your desk before going on said missions), and Shoto just left the relationship disclosure paperwork on your desks, marking the boxes for girlfriend and boyfriend by your names.

However, your favorite instance of someone acknowledging your relationship was Izuku, who turned to you in a meeting after calling Katsuki’s name several times and asked you to please instruct your boyfriend to stop turning off his hearing aids whenever he got tired of listening. You looked over to see that the power indicator on his assistive device was, in fact, off and bit your lip to keep from laughing as you switched one back on and passed the message. Katsuki grumbled reluctantly and switched it right back off as soon as Izuku’s back was turned, signing that he could read the slides just fine without the audio.

You looked across the table for help, finding none as both Mina and Eijiro were rapidly losing the battle to force their laughter down, Denki’s face bright red as he hid the giggle fit behind his paperwork. Shoto coughed a couple of times at the head of the table, and you realized he was also stifling a laugh. The realization rippled down the table, and the only two people who weren’t holding onto decorum by a thread were Izuku, who was focused on the presentation, and Katsuki who couldn’t hear it. Tears were streaming down your face from the effort put into not laughing.

Izuku finally turned from the board and asked Katsuki if he needed him to repeat anything. When he didn’t get a response, he asked if he was even listening at all, supplementing the question with sign language.

Katsuki smirked, “Nope.”

The entire board room finally erupted in laughter, and you fell against Katsuki as you laughed yourself nauseous.

“Coming up behind you,” Katsuki warned you before wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your temple and resting his chin on your head.

“You know, the best part about us figuring out the thing is that I get to do this whenever I want. What’cha making?”

“Rosemary olive oil bread.”

“Hmm. I didn’t know you could make bread.”

You tilted your head back to look at him, “Mhm. Gave me something to take frustration out on when I was younger and learning to control my quirk so that I didn’t accidentally surge the house. Again.”

“That probably would have been super useful in my teens. I just beat the shit out of Deku instead.”

“Katsuki!”

“I know, I know. There’s been some serious character development over the past decade. Honestly, I was a little shithead, and I don’t know why he’s still friends with me. I was his best man at his wedding.”

“Really? I figured it would be Shoto.”

“Nah,” he murmured, raising his hand to poke the dough you were kneading, only to be swatted away, “For the longest, it was just me and Deku. Then we got older, and I made friends with the wrong people, and I did and said some things I regret…really regret. Things I can never take back or atone for.”

“Kats, you’re acting like you told the man to kill himself.”

Katsuki tensed behind you before stepping away. You immediately stopped kneading to turn around. His head was hung in shame, and he pointedly looked anywhere but you.

“Katsuki? Did…did you tell Izuku to—”

“In middle school.”

“You were a child.”

“A child who knew the value of life and determined that quirkless Midoriya didn’t deserve that same value. I told him to take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk in his next life. Hell, even when he was given his quirk, I didn’t fully value him because I thought he lied to me about being quirkless. It took time.”

You cocked your head to the side, “He’s not quirkless, Katsuki.”

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, “Right. Sorry. We thought he was quirkless. He was a late bloomer.”

You stared at his facial expression, “You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not. He got his quirk late.”

“That’s not what you said.”

“Can we go back to the part where I was a terrible person?”

You stared at him for a moment, then stormed towards the door, throwing it open and storming across the street. Katsuki followed closely, wincing when he grabbed your arm and received a brief shock, warning him to stop touching you.

“Sparkle, please just leave it alone.”

“Don’t you sparkle me, you ass. You just lied to me!” You crossed the Midoriyas' yard and stopped at the door, “If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask him directly what you’re hiding.”

You raised a fist to knock but stopped as the door opened and you nearly knocked on a broad chest, looking up to see Izuku.

“Hey guys! Everything cool?”

“How did you—"

You looked down as his daughter, Nana, wrapped her arms around your leg and green curls wild as she flashed you her brightest smile, sans one of her front teeth. “Hi Auntie Kaski!”

Izuku ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Nana, we talked about this. Her name isn’t Katsuki, it’s (Y/N).”

“Okay daddy! Hi Auntie Kaski (Y/N)!”

You smiled, “Don’t tell her.”

Izuku threw a hand up, “Fine. What’s up?”

“Katsuki is hiding something from me involving you and your quirk. He’s being weird about it.”

One viridian eyebrow shot up and he glanced over your shoulder at Katsuki, who was frantically signing for him to make something up.

Izuku sighed, “I can explain, but not out here. Nana, go play in the backyard with Regina, and tell her that her dad said to mind her quirk. He doesn’t want to treat any more burns, freezer or otherwise, and no burping the alphabet! Last time you got to 0 and nearly burnt the yard down.”

Nana squeezed your leg one last time and ran off to the back yard, yelling how daddy said Uncle Shoto said no quirks!

Izuku motioned for the two of you to follow him inside. Ochako stood in the kitchen covered in flour with dough at her fingertips, her head cocked curiously.

“I didn’t know you two were coming over.”

“It was…unplanned.” Izuku murmured before leaning over to whisper something to her. Her eyes grew wide.

“Are you sure?”

Izuku nodded, “She’s our best friend and the best thing I’ve ever seen happen to Katsuki. I trust her.”

“I’ll keep the kids busy while you explain. Also, Nana asked me for a soda, and I just wanted to check in with you.”

“Our little fire breather had one with lunch and doesn’t need another, or she’ll burn the whole ass house down.” Izuku pressed a kiss to her floury cheek before ushering you and Katsuki into his office, locking the door behind him.

“Okay. Recap how we got here for me.”

You quickly went over the discussion you’d been having, and when you were done Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose.

“First of all, Kacchan, stop beating yourself over that. We both went to therapy, you put in the work to be forgiven, you were the best man at my wedding. Second, I don’t understand how you can be so observant with everyone else and not think before you speak.”

Izuku turned to you, “When it comes to my quirk, I…didn’t get it conventionally.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Well how the hell else do you get a quirk?”

“It’s given to you. Just as there are quirks out there that can copy quirks, there are ones that can steal them, hoard them, and give them to others. There are also ones that can be passed from person to person voluntarily, regardless of genetic relation. My quirk is one of those. Remember when you first joined the agency and I was going over quirks with you?”

Your fingers absentmindedly traced your hearing aids, “Yeah, what about it?”

“I overheard you asking Kacchan about my quirk, mentioning how it bore similarities to my dad’s.”

“Your dad?”

“Well, stepdad. All Might.” He paused as you opened your mouth, only to clamp it shut again, “Well…it bears similarities because it is All Might’s quirk.”

For the next hour and a half, Izuku went over One for All, answering all of your questions and explaining why it was imperative to keep the secret.

“That,” you breathed, “is a lot to take in.”

“You’re not the one who broke every bone in his body,” Katsuki scoffed.

“That being said, how is it that you wielded it briefly without breaking anything?”

Katsuki looked down at his hands, “Not sure.”

“Follow up question, if it’s passed down by DNA, why does your daughter breathe fire?”

“That’s genetics, my biological dad breathes fire.” Izuku shrugged, “Think…somatic gene therapy.”

Katsuki stared blankly, “Wha—”

“Oh!” you perked up, “That would also explain why Ochako doesn’t have OFA! The DNA you inherited later doesn’t affect your genetic line because OFA doesn’t impact reproductive cells!”

“Exactly! Plus, the idea of OFA impacting my reproductive cells is like…fucking terrifying for a number of reasons.”

You snickered, “Literal super swimmers.”

Katsuki blinked, “Y’all some fuckin nerds and I hate it here.”

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And I Want You to Want Me Too.

My love is wider than Victoria Lake, taller than the Empire State; it dives, and it jumps. I can't give you more than that, surely you want me back?

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Summary: Nobody can mind their business, but maybe you should mind the business they do.

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, dubcon (due to alcohol) to be safe.

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You hadn’t noticed how accustomed you’d become to small, casual touches from Katsuki until your coworkers began to point it out.

You also hadn’t noticed that Katsuki was the only person who can do certain things.

At home, all these things were just…normal. A hand in the small of your back as he reached over your head to get something out of a cabinet, fingers trailing your shoulder as he passed, a knee pushed against yours while you both sit on the couch watching a movie or fingers adjusting your costume or hearing aids were completely normal. In fact, there was more than one occasion where you rose on tiptoes to adjust his glasses or hearing aids, where you ran to him after the adrenaline of a battle to check him over or tell him how well it went or woke up with a cheek pressed against his shoulder, having fallen asleep on the couch. Neither of you thought too much about the touch or presence of the other, you were both just there.

But the day you let him help you tie your hair up after a chaotic battle, then turned to wipe a smudge of soot off of his cheek with a murmur of reporters are closing in, let me get that, your friends lost it.

Mina grabbed you by the arm, dragging you down a back alley with Ochako and Kyoka in tow, refusing to say anything until she was certain you were out of earshot of Katsuki.

“Okay I need full details. When did you get together,” Mina squealed, “How long has it been, how did you tame Boom Boom Boy, and how is he in bed?”

You raised an eyebrow, “In order; we’re not, see answer number one, he’s a grown man capable of managing himself so quit talking about him like he’s a feral racoon, and I wouldn’t know. Find his ex and ask.”

“I tried, but Eiji won’t tell me.”

“…We’re circling back to that, but uh…what the fuck prompted this?”

Your friends looked at each other, then looked at you incredulously. You stared back expectantly and Kyoka scoffed, “He let you touch him!”

You threw your hands up dismissively, “He had soot on his face and reporters heading his way, anyone would have helped him out.”

“He wouldn’t have let anyone help,” Mina shot back, “Literally the only people he allows to touch him are medical professionals and you.”

“On top of that, you let him touch your hair,” Ochako added, “without asking. You damn near bit Shoto for the same thing.”

“Y’all are reading way too far into this. We live together, it’s natural we get a bit more comfortable with each other. I feed this man.”

Kyoka held a finger up, “Pause.”

You groaned, “No, not pause, we live together and work similar hours. It doesn’t make sense to fend for ourselves when we could just cook a meal for the both of us. I mean when he makes certain dishes, he’ll make a less spicy version for me so I don’t get sick, but that’s about it.”

They all stared at you in annoyed disbelief before Mina sucked her teeth and said “Did you ever tell him to do that?”

You thought for a moment and realized you hadn’t said anything to him, you would just opt to eat less of the dish, eat the sides, or make something else for yourself to avoid the inevitable stomach issues. It wasn’t until one day where he asked you to try a toned-down version of a dish that he started making yours less intense.

“Uh…no. I didn’t. He just started doing it one day. Not sure what prompted it.”

“Honey, Bakubro is observant. Even if you think it was subtle or infrequent, he paid attention, and he adjusted because he cares. A lot. He’d tell the rest of us to suck it the fuck up.”

You shook your head, “Why does this fixate you three so much? Just drop it.”

Mina threw her hands up, “Fine. You two still coming to the party tonight?”

“Of course, it’s celebrating Kiri moving up in the ranks! Wouldn’t miss it!”

Mina smiled like the Cheshire cat, “Good. See you tonight.”

The party was much larger than anticipated, and by the time the two of you made your way over, half of them were drunk. Mina came bounding over, linking her arm in yours, “You made it just in time! We’re playing a game outside, and we need someone who knows the rules. Come on!”

“What?”

As you’re trying to orient yourself, you grabbed hold of Katsuki’s shirt to drag him along for the ride. Mina threaded you all through the crowd and out to the backyard, where several of your friends were set up at a table with a solo cup in the middle. The can was surrounded by aa deck of cards spread out in a circle, and you immediately groaned.

“Absolutely not. The last time I played this was college and I still can’t drink cinnamon whiskey.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, “I have several questions.”

“Just know that the person next to me was a dick, my soul departed my body, and I’m pretty sure I met God on my bathroom floor. She’s black, and she called me an idiot.”

“I—” Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m not touching that one. What game is this?”

“Kings Cup,” you grumbled, sitting at the table at Mina’s insistence, “If I have to do it you do too, so sit down. I can tell you didn’t party much in college.”

Katsuki opened his mouth to retort, only for Eijiro to drunkenly cut him off with a giggle.

“Kats got hammered once and was convinced he was dying, then appointed himself DD for the next four years.”

“I had alcohol poisoning!”

“You did not, we took you to the hospital and they said you were drunk and dramatic.”

Katsuki folded his arms and plopped into the chair next to you, pouting, “Can we just play the stupid fuckin game?”

You explained the rules of the fairly simple game while Mina mixed your drinks; each card had an assigned rule to it based on the value of the card. When everyone had a drink in front of them and Eijiro was chosen to draw first, Katsuki held up a hand.

“You never explained what the cup is for.”

Mina snickered, “It’s the King’s Cup. If you pull a king, you pour a little of your drink in the cup. If you pull the last King, you drink the contents.”

Katsuki wrinkled his nose, “That’s barbaric.”

“That’s King’s Cup. Shut up and play.”

He rolled his eyes as Eijiro pulled a card, holding it up to show a King before pouring some of his drink into the center cup. Denki followed after, pulling a seven and shooting his hand straight in the air. The rest of the table followed, save for a distracted Mina, who swore and took a swig of her drink. You pulled a nine and learned that Katsuki is bad at rhyming, but Izuku is inexplicably worse, failing the game spectacularly. Katsuki pulled a nine as well, immediately turning to Izuku and smirking.

“Orange.”

“That’s cheating! House rules say finish your drink!” Hanta yelled, and Katsuki grumbled as he chugged his drink and got up to make another.

Izuku shrugged, “I was gonna say ‘door hinge’”

“DOESN’T COUNT!” Katsuki shouted, slapping him in the back of the head as he pulled a card.

“A queen,” He turned to Hanta, “Isn’t that the questions card?”

Hanta turned to Mina, “Did he really think I’d fall for that?” Izuku snapped his fingers in defeat.

“A better question,” she said as she turned to Eijiro, “Is why aren’t Katsuki and (Y/N) dealing with that unresolved tension?”

“What unresolved tension?” Eijiro replied with a smile, turning to Denki.

Denki turned to you, “Are you seriously gonna try to convince us there’s nothing there?”

You rolled your eyes and turned to Katsuki, “Why can’t anyone mind their fucking business?”

“And why do they seem to think I won’t blow up the table when I spent years blowing this jackass up?”

He gestured to Izuku, who threw his hands up, “Why is it always me?”

Hanta burst out laughing and took his drink. After pointed glares at the entire table, the topic was never breached for the remainder of the game. A few rounds later Katsuki pulled an eight and selected you as his mate since you got me in this mess. The next round you pulled a queen, turning to Katsuki with a question you knew would be hard to follow up on.

“Do pigeons have feelings?”

Katsuki looked as if his brain switched off for a second, “You’re an idiot.”

“That’s not a question.”

“You have to drink too, stupid.”

“FUCK.”

Eventually, the cards rapidly began to run out, and Izuku pulled the final card, a King. He drained the center cup in two gulps and immediately asked why it tasted like iced tea. You weren’t sure if you should be intrigued or disgusted, but you were very sure he’d feel that one on patrol in the morning. You stacked the cards as the others stumbled inside, and Katsuki came up behind you to take them from your hand and put them in their box, one hand absently coming to your shoulder to reach over you.

“Hey, Kats?”

He responded with a hum of acknowledgement, fumbling with the cards a little, and you inhaled deeply, “Do…are you averse to physical touch?”

He paused for a moment, “No. Just selective.”

“Also, what prompted you to make a less spicy version of dinner for me?”

He closed the box and set it on the table, sitting back down next to you with his knee touching yours, “I noticed you would complain about not feeling well after I made something too spicy or you wouldn’t eat it at all, so I figured it was the heat of the dishes since you don’t skip out on mild food I make.”

A hand absentmindedly slid to your thigh, thumb tracing nervous circles, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No! Not at all! I just…the girls got in my head earlier today, the usual not minding their business stuff on top of the ‘unresolved tension’ thing. Just…it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

When Katsuki checked his watch, it was 0130 and he shooed you out of the house, both of you stumbling to your own residence next door. You tripped going up the stairs with a snort of laughter, and he slipped helping you into bed, spilling into on top of you. You both burst into giggles and Katsuki propped himself up on his hands and knees to look at you.

“I didn’t crush you, did I?”

You giggled again, hands coming up to rest on his biceps, “Nope! You startled me a bit, but that’s all, ‘Suki.”

Your fingers absentmindedly trace the muscles in his arm, and he shivers. You look up at him and repeat the motions, trailing up to his neck to dance across the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck with a groan, then glanced down at you with a hint of warning.

“Shortcake…”

“Kat-suki~” you replied with a smirk, and suddenly his lips crashed into yours. Hands trailed down to your thighs to pull your legs around his hips, and you gripped the back of his shirt as he trailed kisses down your neck and bit gently at your collarbone. His hands trailed back up your thighs to slip under your shirt, and you arched into his touch with a whisper of his name. He moved one knee to spread your legs wider and fell unceremoniously off the bed, snapping the both of you out of your daze.

“I think—”

“Had a few drinks—”

“—Katsu—”

“—Shouldn’t do th—”

“—You should stay wi—”

“See you in the morning.”

Katsuki picked himself up off the floor and stumbled to his bedroom.

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With Daylight, My Guide, Gone.

Promise me you'll keep the light on to help me see with daylight, my guide, gone.

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Summary: Housing is somehow both hard to obtain and right in your face.

Chapter Warnings: Erotic dreaming, oral, teasing, hair pulling, biting, hickeys.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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You flinched as a folder was tossed onto your desk, followed immediately by a London fog tea.

“What’s this?” you glanced up at Katsuki, still dressed in street clothes, sunglasses perched on his nose as he peered down at you.

“Apartments. You said you were having problems finding a place, so I looked some up for you. Most of them are two bedrooms, but I’m sure you could probably just use it as an office. Either way, I’m not letting you spend another nearly four months in a hotel.”

“It’s less of a hotel and more of one of those extended stay places where you pay by the day and it has a kitchen.”

“So, a hotel with extra steps.”

“…I mean, I don’t hate it there and I’m picky about where I—” You shuffle through the papers, eyes landing on one with hardwood floors and large windows. Katsuki peers over at the listing, taking off his sunglasses and hanging them on his shirt, “I think that one’s near me. Super nice place, not far from here.”

“I think I’m gonna give them a call later today, see if I can walk over there sometime after we pick up my hearing aids from Mei.”

“Why would you walk? You’re already going to be in my car.”

“Well, I figured you had better things to do.”

“Nope. Today’s my day off. Now come on, you can’t stay in hotels forever.”

You looked around the spacious apartment, new hearing aids in to test them (the first sound you heard when you put them in was an apology from Mei, and you two smoothed things over), and the first thing you did was sing out a high note to hear the echo.

“Really?” Katsuki laughed, “Are you five?”

“Oh, leave me alone. It’s fun. In fact, you’d probably be less of a shit if you had fun every so often.”

“Harassing you is my fun.”

The realtor cleared her throat, “So, this is a two bedroom, one and a half bath apartment, hardwood floors throughout save for the bedrooms. Because you’re on the corner of the building, both the master and auxiliary bedroom have a window wall that comes with motorized curtains for privacy. They’re also blackout curtains, which is great for both pro heroes and couples, giving you two some alone time.”

You and Katsuki looked at each other, then back to the realtor.

“Like hell I’m moving in here,” Katsuki scoffed, “I have a house nearby, this is for her.”

“Oh. I apologize, Mr. Bakugo, I just saw how you two interacted and…anyway, if you’d like to follow me to the kitchen, there’s more to see.”

The remainder of the tour was quick but thorough, and by the end you were more than willing to move in. You asked about a deposit and lease, and the realtor beamed that you had been approved prior to the tour, which held the apartment for you.

“Nothing to sign and no deposit needed until move in day. That’ll give you about a month to get everything in order. Welcome to your new home!”

A month flew past before either of you knew it, then another three weeks. After a disappointing phone call on move in day, you were grateful Katsuki didn’t press for information about helping you move, but you did have to sheepishly approach Shoto and ask him to extend your time in a hotel. Again.

The hotel HR located for you was nice, but also over 30 minutes away by bullet train. Thankfully, Denki lived nearby and often gave you rides home, keeping his mouth shut until you got your situation figured out. Tonight was one of those nights where you waited for him to finish a patrol, and you’d absently fallen asleep reading reports, oblivious to the sound of your door creaking open.

“Oi, I’m heading out, it’s almost 2300. Before I go, have you eat—”

Katsuki paused in the doorway of the office. Your head was propped up on your hand, your eyes closed behind your optical visor. You’d taken your hair down and mussed the curls a bit in that way he’s noticed you do when you’re fatigued and the tension gives you the first few licks of a headache, the hair tie wrapped around your wrist.

Katsuki checked his phone for the time again then stepped forward as quietly as he could, looking over your sleeping face. He never really got a chance to just…look at you most of the time, so he took this chance while he had it. Your youthful face was somehow even more cherub like as you slept, your nose occasionally twitching adorably. He noticed a small scar above your right eye that went up into your hairline, disappearing into your thick, curly hair. Freckles were splattered sporadically across your cheeks, with a distinct mark by your eye. Full lips were parted slightly as you snored gently, eyelashes fluttering as your eyes unconsciously moved beneath closed lids. He reached forward, intending to gently slide your headset off and put it in the case he knew you kept in your desk, but when his fingers neared your face, you jumped back and onto your feet, electricity on your fingertips.

“It’s just me! It’s Katsuki!”

His voice broke through your half-alert haze, and you stared for a moment and sighed heavily.

Real. This is real. You’re awake.

You relaxed, murmuring something about your hotel that made Katsuki’s eyebrow shoot straight up, “Hotel? (Y/N), you were supposed to move into an apartment almost a month ago. Why are you still in a hotel? Weren’t you signing a lease?”

You yawned and stretched with several pops, “Housing fell through the day I was supposed to move in.  Someone apparently willing to pay a year’s worth of rent at once asked for it, and because I hadn’t physically signed the lease yet, I was out so I had to find another hotel way across town. The agency’s covering it for me while I figure something out.”

Katsuki’s face scrunched up in annoyance, “Well, that explains why you didn’t ask me for help moving. Look, I have four bedrooms upstairs alone and I only use two, so there’s plenty of room for you and all your shit. I’ll talk to Shoto, we’ll swap your day off to tomorrow and get you moved in while most of the team is off. He can patrol for once.”

“Is that an offer to move in from the number two pro hero?” you asked teasingly. He smirked.

“Both. I have more space than things to do with it, no rent, and I’m less likely to blow you sky high than anyone else. Plus, it gives me a reason to set up more than just my bedroom and office for accessibility since the rest of the house would actually get some use.”

He explained parents had moved to Okinawa not too long after he graduated from university, signing the house over into his name. He’d been living alone for years, staying out of the empty house as much as possible.

“Besides…you need to save as much as you can for Eri’s swear jar, you know?”

“I thought you lived with Eijiro and Mina?”

“I mean…they live next door. I wouldn’t want to live with their newly engaged asses anyway, I can already hear it in my living room when they get too enthusiastic. My wedding gift to them is gonna be soundproofing their bedroom.

“Wait, they’re not married yet?”

Katsuki laughed, “Fuck no! I just call them the Kirishimas so I can yell at them at the same time when they come over without knocking. I think the only ones who are actually married are Deku and Pin—uh…Ochako. Anyway, I live by myself, unless you count the stray cat my mom fed once and now, I have to feed it too.”

You smiled, “The cat totally counts." You paused for a moment, "I think…I think I’m gonna take you up on that. By the way…since when do you wear glasses?”

He pushed his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, “On the weekends. Gives my eyes a break from my contacts. Now get up, we’re going home, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the couch tonight.”

Hot, but gentle fingers trailed up your spine, causing you to arch up into a muscular torso. A low, rumbling chuckles rattles from his chest to yours as he lowers you into satin sheets, pressing light kisses to the curve of your neck before sucking bruises into your skin, murmuring how you smell like lavender and vanilla and he’s damn near drunk off of it.

Calloused fingertips work their way under the hem of your pajama shirt and ease it up over your head, breasts falling out. You try to reach over and turn off the lamp, but he gently grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his own.

“Nope. I want to see every part of you.”

He presses kisses to the space between your breasts, then stops to give both of them attention until you’re panting and mewling, one leg rucked up on his hip as you rolled your hips against his. Large palms slide down your body to push your thighs up on his shoulders, his kisses trailing lower until he’s kissing marks into your inner thigh and swiping his tongue up your center with a groan. As his movements become more precise, you bite your lip to keep your moans quiet. He responds by sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit until you tugged at blonde spikes and arched off the bed, a cry of his name ringing loud and clear through the house.

“That’s more like it. I like you loud. I want you screaming my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

You looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Make me.”

He flipped you over onto hands and knees, pushing your back down into an arch. You heard a zipper and the rustling of fabric—

“Oi. Dumbass.”

Your brow furrowed at the sudden change in tone as he lightly slapped your thigh.

“Wake up, it’s moving day and I want my bed back.”

You bolted upright in the bed and took a minute to take in your surroundings, blinking Katsuki’s face into focus.

“You okay? You seem disoriented.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, “If this is a bit much, that’s okay. Just let me know. I just didn’t want you to live in a hotel forever.”

You smirked, pushing your dream and the heat still pooled in your lower belly to the back of your mind, “Does the great Katsuki Bakugo actually care about an extra?”

He snorted, “You’re not an extra. You’re…you’re you. Now come on, we have shit to do.”

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Explosive, Explosive.

Explosive, explosive (I can still smell her perfume). It's not hard to notice that I'm open, hypnotized by the way she moves.

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Summary: Change is hard. It's a good thing you have a (sometimes) listening ear.

Chapter Warnings: mild anxiety attack

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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You jumped slightly at a violent knock on your hotel room door, having previously been entranced in reading up on smart devices.

Katsuki had left a box of smart light bulbs, a video doorbell, and a build-it-yourself home security kit on your desk with no warning and a note.

I know you said to stop apologizing, so this is a non-apology gift.

You’d rolled your eyes and spent the better part of the prior evening reading up on the technology, unable to install any of it in your current living situation, and now poured over different reviews from deaf and hard of hearing users to determine a configuration that may work for you whenever you found a place to call home. You hopped off the bed as the knocking became louder and more insistent, shouting to knock it off because you were on the way.

Katsuki scoffed as you swung the door open, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head as he breezed into your room.

“Took you long enough. I knocked four times, damn near had to break the door down.”

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“Well, this would be why, dingus,” He held up your hearing aids with a furrowed brow and hooked them onto your ears, softening his voice when he was sure they were on and settled, “your assistive devices can’t assist you if they’re not in or on.”

Your face burned, “I’m not used to it, okay? I get that it’s second nature to you, but for me it’s only been a month and I—”

Your face grew impossibly hotter when you realized tears were inexplicably pounding against the backs of your eyes and your throat was tight with frustration. Silence hung heavy in the air between the two of you for a moment, and Katsuki opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find words of comfort. Eventually, he turned his face away from you, then (at a volume quieter than you thought him capable of) said, “You’re frustrated. I get it. I wasn’t born deaf, you know. It wasn’t slow or gradual either. When I was 21, I pulled the pin on my gauntlets in a small, enclosed space without thinking.”

“Wait, that pin comes out!?" You asked excitedly, "What does it d--”

“Shut ya ass up, I don’t do this often.”

“My bad.”

He rolled his eyes, “My sweat is like nitroglycerin, and my gauntlets store it. If I pull the pin, I can let off a blast strong enough to level a building, which makes setting it off where I did a very stupid idea, but I wasn’t using my head. One minute my hearing was there, the next it was gone. All that I could hear was ringing. The first few months is the worst. That’s when I was blowing things up at work all the time.”

You thought back to the paperwork you’d sifted through earlier previously while cleaning up the safety program, and you realized the dates listed for the incidents spanned from just before he would have been the March before his 22nd birthday to just after he turned 23.

He fidgeted with his fingers for a moment and continued, “I couldn’t verbalize how frustrating it was for people to think hearing aids were a cure, and at the end of the day I was still deaf, and it needed to be accommodated. It took a fuck ton of therapy, but I got better at using my words. Losing your hearing is hard; it’s a huge obstacle to overcome, but you’re coming into an environment that’s prepared to help you.” He smiles a little and looks down at you, “Trust me, I made sure of it.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Thank you. For everything, including the smart devices, and just...being here.”

“It’s nothing.” You swore that you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment, then he cleared his throat, “Uncomfortable?”

“What?”

“Your hearing aids. Are they irritating your ears? I couldn’t keep my first pair in because they were irritating.”

“Yeah, it’s like they’re rubbing the inside of my ears wrong and leaving a raw spot.”

“Tch. Fuckin docs out in town don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. Good thing you’re not gonna be relying on them anymore. Come on, let’s get going. We’re gonna be late.”

“Oh, before I forget...how the hell are you still in a hotel room? You’ve been here for what? Two months?”

You rolled your eyes as Katsuki pulled up to a large building that looked like a mechanic shop, backing into a spot near the door marked with a bright orange X.

“Jesus, they even gave you your own spot.”

“I told you, frequent flier. Answer the question.”

You groan again, prompting a snicker out of Katsuki, “Keep groaning like that and someone’s going to think I’m killing you.”

“You are, albeit very slowly, you incredibly large and nosey man. Anyway, I can’t find housing. There aren’t very many affordable one-bedroom apartments, and most of my savings was burnt in the move here…and private refresher lessons for my rusty ass Japanese.”

“Wait, refresher?” Katsuki looked shocked as he got out of the car, “Refresher implies you spoke it at all.”

“First of all, I am literally speaking to you, you absolute goon, so I obviously have some mastery. Second, it was a requirement in high school. The US and Japan have the highest concentration of heroes globally, we need to be able to communicate. Anyway, I can’t find a roommate because all of you seem to have…" You tapped the tips of your index fingers together, "paired off.”

Your voice trailed and you twirled a curl around your finger. Almost everyone at the agency had either attended school together or knew each other through external means, leaving you the sole outsider. You’d definitely made friends, especially with Izuku (and by default, his wife Ochako), Momo (who didn’t work with you but was frequently at hangouts), and the “Bakusquad”, but your housing situation remained unchanged because friendships don’t break leases or make bedrooms appear out of thin air.

Katsuki held the door open for you, then followed you into the lobby, “Why don’t you ask for help?”

You stopped and stared up at him, “That is bold commentary.”

“You’re making it real hard to be your friend, shortcake.”

“Didn’t know we were friends now, skyscraper.”

“I don’t offer rides to acquaintances, nerd.”

“Well how am I supposed to know, dumbass?”

“That’s my insult, bitch.” He shot back, smiling slightly. You considered letting it die there, but you were genuinely enjoying the back-and-forth.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“Whore.”

“Fucker.”

“Mei!” You blinked in confusion as a woman with bright pink hair, dreadlocked and held back from her face with a pair of goggles, jumped into the interaction with a giggle. She leaned against the doorframe lazily, “New girlfriend, Kats?”

“You know I don’t bring anyone here I don’t have to, nor anyone I’m dating. This is (Y/N), she’s new to the agency and goes by Syncopate.”

“The one you called about?” Katsuki nodded, and you suddenly felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up as Mei stared at you intently, almost as if examining you at a near microscopic level.

“Hmm…you look kind of familiar, but I can’t place where I know you from. Also, you never said she was pretty, Kats! You better snatch her up soon, or if she’s so inclined, I’ll snatch her up myself.”

“I am so inclined,” you replied coolly, “and I like my women like I like my coffee.”

“Strong and ready for you first thing in the morning?”

“I was going to say, ‘strong and in my mouth,’ but yours is better.”

Katsuki looked horrified as you and Mei made eye contact, then burst into laughter, “I like this one, Kats! Seriously, you should keep her! Anyway, I can see your hearing aid is currently irritating the inside of your ear, or at least the one facing me. Follow me to my personal workbench and we’ll get started fitting you for something worthy of the Blasty Boi himself.”

Mei called to an assistant to bring three coffees and Katsuki’s repaired hearing aids to her office, swapping one to a tea when you mentioned you don’t actually drink coffee.

“Might as well get comfortable,” she said, gesturing to two plush looking chairs, “we’re gonna be here for a while. Oh, and if you want, you can knock out some autographs, Bakugo. They’re in the usual box, and there’s not that many this time.”

Katsuki scooted a black and orange box towards him with a tsk, snatching a marker off of the desk, “It’s not like I’ll have much else to do while you two idiots plan.”

“These are going to be awesome! You might give Kats a run for his money as a top selling design.”

You looked down at the neatly drawn blueprints. Together, you two designed a set of hearing aids embellished with your uniform’s logo, visible behind your ears similar to Katsuki’s working pair. There was a matching set of hearing protection designed to connect seamlessly with your hearing aids, securing them firmly in place even during the most aggressive of battles. Docking your hearing aids into the hearing protection hardwired the speaker into the headset, which had its own mic, and amplifier separate from the ones built into the hearing aids, but with a sound limiter designed to cut off sound above a certain decibel level and keep them off until the noise level reduces back to a safe level.

Specific to your design, however, was the inclusion of specialized wire insulation to reduce electromagnetic interference and inadvertent electrical damage. Your visor was also built into the structure, able to be retracted into the top of the head band, letting you remain up to date on the battle and the noise levels around you.

“Hm…have you considered making the wiring we’re designing a standard feature? That way, it can help curb accidents like the one we had that got us here in the first place.”

Katsuki froze, and Mei raised an eyebrow, “What accident?”

“The accident that caused me to lose my hearing?” You gave a brief recap of the accident and how it happened, as well as Katsuki’s continued assistance as you adapted to your life as it is now. Mei’s eyes flickered over to Katsuki, “Yeah…he never mentioned any of that over the phone.”

“Do you blame me?” he snapped, “I kind of feel really fucking guilty about it, and before you ask, I’m already talking to Present Mic about it to help me process. I’m working on it.”

You chewed your lip, “It’s no big deal, really! It’s all being taken care of. How much will I owe you?”

“Oh, it’s free, pretty girl. Any buddy of Katsuki is a buddy of mine! Besides, you’re free advertisement. It’ll pay for itself sooner than you think.”

Mei stared at you for a few more minutes, then snapped her fingers, “I got it! I know where I recognize you from! You changed your name and branding, but I’m certain it’s you! At one point I was part of a traveling circuit that was showing off gadgets we’d invented to assist heroes, and we traveled through the US.”

Your heart dropped, “Hey, wai—”

“You were one of the top new heroes on the scene almost three years ago, climbing the charts like crazy! Your rescues inspired me to blueprint quite a few designs I had to shelve until I got back--"

"No, seriously, stop."

"--and by then I had so many orders I haven’t been able to get to them. You’re Voltress!”

Your eyes darkened, voice monotone and deeply serious, and the change in your tone sent a chill through the room, a far cry from your normally upbeat, goofy demeanor.

“No. I’m not. Not anymore. Please don’t call me that. Ever.”

“I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine. I just…need air.”

Mei rolled up the blueprints, “We’re all set here, I’ll give you a call whe—”

You left the room as calmly as possible, not waiting for her to finish the sentence. Katsuki looked up at Mei, “What the fuck did you do?”

Mei looked near tears, “I—I didn’t realize it was something she hadn’t disclosed. Give me—and her—half an hour so I can apologize as best I can.”

You breathed in deeply, trying to stave off the panic attack bubbling in your chest.

I am having a panic attack. We recognize this, and we’re going to work to prevent it from escalating. Fear is like a strong gust of wind, and I cannot fight it. I have to glide on it. What can I see that’s orange?

You scoffed to yourself at the first color that occurred to you. You spot the paint job on Katsuki’s parking spot.

Okay, maybe let’s use a less uncommon color. What about gray?

Once again, Katsuki. His sports car was a gunmetal gray. The concrete around you, light posts, several other cars in the parking lot, all gray.

You rotated through every color you could think of, losing track of time until the tinkling of the bell above the shop door caught your attention. Katsuki stood there with his hands in his pockets, “You ready?”

You nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna unlock the car, it might beep, and I don’t want to startle you. Is it okay if I pass you to get to the driver’s side?”

You nodded again. Beep. Locks disengaging. The sound of Katsuki’s keys jingling as he slowly passed you on the sidewalk. You slipped into the passenger side quietly, playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was whisper soft, and Katsuki looked at you, face softer than you thought possible.

“Don’t be. I know a trigger when I see one, and you can’t control that. I don’t know what happened, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m kind of good at listening. Or I can take my hearing aids out and you can just talk at me. I do it to Deku all the time in meetings when he does that rambling thing.”

You snorted and smiled, and Katsuki looked pleased with himself, “There it is. Who knew all it took to get you to crack a smile is me telling you about picking on Deku?”

You laughed together as he pulled out of the lot, the car falling silent until you got to the first stoplight.

“In all seriousness…you had to have survived something rough to change your name and move around the world. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m a phone call away. Sometimes you just need someone who’s seen some shit to help you get through your shit, and you’re stuck with me now.”

“Am I now?”

“Well, I mean, you’ve seen the inside of my car now. It’s my inner sanctum. You know too much.”

You snorted and looked up at him, then took a deep breath, “The quick and dirty version is that there was a quirk related accident. It was ruled a freak accident and I was cleared of any liability or wrongdoing, the family forgave me, but I just…needed to go.”

Your stomach growled loudly from the passenger seat and Katsuki snickered, “You apparently need to eat, too.”

“I forgot breakfast.”

“Jesus, do I have to start reminding you of that too? You’re just like fucking Denki, ADHD and all! Oh, and here.”

He dropped a pair of hearing aids identical to the ones you’re currently wearing into your palm, “This is Mei’s way of apologizing for making an ass of herself. Normally it takes her weeks to make specially fitted hearing aids, but she brought all work to a complete stop specifically to streamline building these for you so you can quit using that shitty pair. Honestly, I think someone on the floor has to have some kind of time or speed quirk, it’s the only thing that makes sense. Try them on.”

You hesitated for a moment before swapping them with your old ones. Immediately, the sensation of your inner ear being irritated non-stop ceased, the internals of the hearing aids were barely able to be felt. Katsuki watched a smile spread across your face, unaware that it had spread to his own as well.

“Told you she did great work.”

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Scream. Aim. Fire.

Smoke is blinding, hearts are pounding, chaos soon ignites. The call is made; it's one for all. Will I meet thy maker?

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Summary: A training accident has lasting effects.

Chapter Warnings: mild violence, swearing, brief blood mention, nausea mention, angst, brief mention of size difference, Katsuki Bakugo has clearly gone to therapy, reader gives Katsuki stupid nicknames, let Deku say fuck.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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“Okay, so I can forgive doing mandatory agency wide sparring in the first place, but I draw the line at it being done this early in the morning.”

You were standing next to Denki in the middle of the indoor training arena built into the agency, bleary eyed and yawning repeatedly as you stretched out, joints popping loudly in the early morning quiet and echoing off of the walls.

“Not agency wide,” Denki groaned, “In sections. And it’s section three’s turn.”

“Who all is in section three?”

“Us, Sero, Kiri, Midoriya, and Bakugo.”

You groaned, “What’s the over/under that Todoroki pairs me up with Bakugo as some kind of half assed conflict counseling?”

“I’d take that bet.” Shoto said, “You two are last because he can get…destructive.”

The remainder of the section trickled in, and Shoto paired everyone off as they entered before shooing you towards a quirk-suppressing viewing area. You ended up sandwiched on the bench between Izuku and Bakugo, and during each battle, Izuku would fill you in on each person’s quirk from a notebook in his lap that appeared to be years old. Some of the ink was faded after years of review and some was fresh as he learned. He flipped to the end to show that you had your own page, and you offered to answer whatever questions he had.

“But wait,” you asked halfway through a sparring match between Denki and Eijiro, “Kiri is essentially a sentient rock with manners. Wouldn’t paring him with Denki present an unfair advantage considering that rocks are insulators?”

“You would think! However, Denki is also strategic! These unlikely pairings are more to keep his tactical planning and hand-to-hand skills sharp, considering his quirk is primarily melee style! Much like you, he can’t really point and shoot his quirk without the apparatus on his arm, sort of how Bakugo uses his other hand to guide his AP shot.”

“Quit givin’ away my secrets, nerd.” Katsuki grumbled, and Izuku rolled his eyes before continuing, “Without it, Denki’s attacks are called ‘Indiscriminate Shock’ for a reason, and it’s why we teamed you two up! Yours are more easily directed where you’d like them to go.”

You two continued to discuss varying quirks as the match went on, and at one point he gave you a brief rundown of his own (There were actually several quirks involved apparently, he said he’d explain another time) before heading into his own match against Sero. It was very clearly a sparring match focused on refining evasion skills on both parts, more of a timed based game of tag than anything else. For the first time, you watched Izuku use Blackwhip and your head tilted to the side, “Did he just shoot one out of his mouth?”

“It’s called ‘Froppy Style.’ ” Katsuki replied absently, “Like our coworker. We went to school with her.”

“Huh. I have got to ask him about that.”

“He’s not 100 percent sure how his quirk works either.”

“Strange…wasn’t his mentor All Might? I remember him showing a similar quirk in American media an—”

“Drop it. Mind your own fucking business.”

A whistle blew as you returned your attention to the battlefield as Hanta and Izuku walked shoulder to shoulder off of the field, your cheeks were stinging with indignance. Shoto looked over his shoulder, “Dynamight and Syncopate, you’re up. Last match of the morning.”

You hopped right up and bounded out of the enclosed viewing area and onto the field without looking back, jaw tight as you bit back several explicit comments about Katsuki’s personality. You shook hands as instructed, and turned to Shoto, “I’ve never done this before, what are my left and right lateral limits?”

“Keep property damage to a minimum, pay attention to your proximity to the viewing area, no killing blows, practice good sportsmanship,” He glanced over to Katsuki, “and the match starts and stops at the whistle. Aizawa is present to try and prevent quirk related accidents. When it comes to body blows, the face, head, neck, and center of the chest are red zones; do not strike there. Blows to the genitals are also red zones for both of you. I don’t know what lives in your pants, you could have five weenies for all I give a shit, don’t hit each other there. Joints are yellow zones, some blows are permitted, but certain actions are not, such as punching someone in the elbow.”

Shoto glanced at Katsuki again, who rolled his eyes, “That was one time.”

“Yeah, and the image of Izuku’s catastrophically hyperextended elbow still haunts my dreams. Anyway, the rest of the body is green zones. Use best judgement, you’re not trying to kill the other or maim them. Ready up.”

Shoto retreated towards the viewing area, and the minute the whistle blew, you drained the lights, leaping lightly behind Katsuki before restoring the power and kicking him in the base of the spine. Katsuki growled, swiping at you fast enough to knock you off kilter. The battle rapidly became a high-speed match of wits, until finally you both went to strike a blow on the other, attacks colliding in a clap of thunder and lightning that surged the power in the battle area. You created an aura around you as a security system, carefully monitoring for shifts that may indicate Katsuki had discovered your location in the darkened room. Suddenly, you heard the sharp sound of the whistle followed by Shoto shouting that the match was on hold until power could be restored. You powered down with a sigh.

“You catch that, Ba—"

Suddenly, you hear a triumphant yell and an explosion directly in your left ear, sending splitting pain through your head as you heard a high-pitched ring and then nothing as your right side crashed into the wall. The lights flickered back on as you smacked your ears repeatedly, trying to force audio through before looking around in a panic and locking on to Katsuki’s suddenly confused face as he was wrapped in a gray scarf.

“And that,” Aizawa replied from somewhere on your right, “Is why I insist on being present for your sparring matches. What the hell was that Bakugo?”

“I…have no clue what’s going on. I smacked her in the shoulder, that’s a green zone!”

“No,” Shoto replied slowly, “you ignored the whistle and struck after the match had been suspended until we could fix the lights.”

“I did what?! That’s not possible, the whistle never went off!”

You stumbled to your feet, body feeling as if it was on a tilt. You pressed your fingers to both ears again with a wince, and your stomach dropped when they came back bright red, “I hate to interrupt, but we have a much larger problem.”

Katsuki looked horrified as you turned your head to show your bleeding ear, “I also can’t hear out of that ear and the other one is kind of muffled.”

“(Y/N), go to medbay. Recovery Girl is in today, she can probably reverse the damage before it’s too late.”

“I’m not going anywhere until we figure out what just happened.” You took a step forward and stumbled again, “Plus, I can’t take myself. My equilibrium is shot to hell. Feels like the world is on a tilt and if I move too fast, I’m pretty sure we’re all gonna see what I had for lunch.”

You shifted your eyes to Katsuki, “There was definitely a whistle. It was loud as hell. How did you miss that?”

“I’m telling you, all I heard was white noise!” Katsuki yelled, “What reason do I have to lie?”

“Your hero license.” Shoto shot back.

Katsuki basically snarled, “Is already on the line! Lying does nothing for me right now!”

Aizawa tightened his hold on Bakugo, saying something you couldn’t quite catch. Whatever it was caused red to creep further up his neck, “I AM NOT SHOUTING HER DOWN, SHE CAN’T HEAR! Don’t you think I’d know a thing or two about hearing loss?! I’m yelling so she can hear me!”

“Wait, what the hell does that mean?”

Everyone turned to look at you as if you’d said something insane.

“This is not the time for jokes,” Aizawa replied, raising his voice for your sake, “you are seriously injured and he’s facing drastic disciplinary and legal action.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not joking. What do you mean you’d know a thing or two about not being able to hear?”

“I—” Katsuki looked as if he’d been smacked across the face, “I’m severely deaf due to my quirk. I wear hearing aids.”

“Wait. What?!”

“I SAID—”

“I heard you, you ass!” You snapped, “But I need you to show me. Mr. Aizawa, can you release him?”

Aizawa hesitated a moment, then released the hold on Katsuki, who rolled out his shoulders for a moment before reaching up to one of his ears. He walked towards you and dropped a small, flesh toned hearing aid into your outstretched palm, “Normally they’re black and orange, but those ones are in for servicing, so I had to wear the ones I usually save for when I’m off-duty.”

You handed the hearing aid back to him, “Good to know. Now, what I’m trying to figure out is why neither of you,” you jabbed a finger towards Shoto and Aizawa, “bothered to tell me that! I have an electric quirk, and that is an assistive device powered by electricity! I need that kind of information about an opponent!”

Shoto stiffened, “Well, it’s extremely common knowledge—”

“So common that I didn’t know it, right?” You wobbled dangerously, clutching onto Katsuki’s belt to steady yourself. He widened his stance to accommodate you but was seemingly unbothered otherwise as you continued yelling.

“Common knowledge is subjective, and assuming it’s universal can get someone fucking killed or apparently fucking deafened!”

“Watch it,” Aizawa warned, “You’re generating sparks, and that is still your supervisor you’re shouting at.”

“And it’s his job to bear all of our safety in mind! Imagine if Katsuki had a pacemaker instead of a hearing aid! Would you still be asking me to watch it?!”

An uneasy silence settled over the four of you. After what felt like ages, Shoto broke the silence, “I…I apologize. I should have let you know. I’m…accustomed to everyone knowing each other, and it made me sloppy. I know how deeply you care about safety, and why such an oversight could potentially be triggering to you. If you need time off—”

“I’m not triggered, I’m angry. I’m angry, I’m dizzy, and I’m also going to be a whole ass problem if this man gets his record damaged or his license revoked due to your negligence.”

Katsuki snorted, “Oh don’t worry about the record. It’s already questionable.”

“Shut the fuck up, Gauntlets!” He said something that may have been yes ma’am, and you turned back to Shoto, “If you want your apology to stick, save it for when I’m calm. Now, can someone please escort me to medical?” You felt another wave of dizziness and clutched Katsuki’s belt tighter, “Preferably before I throw up?”

“Eri get you with her swear jar lately?”

You looked up at Katsuki as you ate your lunch, wiping your mouth with a napkin before replying, “Yeah, she’s fuckin ruthless.”

“I heard that!” You swore again under your breath, too low for her to hear, and Katsuki snickered. You looked up at him with a defeated face and he put his hands up in surrender.

“I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I’m laughing because I’ve absolutely been in this position” He pointed to a chart behind the swear jar depicting how much folks have contributed to the fund. Almost every block had a dollar value in it (save for Izuku’s), but Katsuki’s block had a five-digit number.

“Girl’s got better hearing than I did in my teens. Granted, that might not count for too much,” he added, gesturing towards his ear.

You snickered, “I’m giving you a run for your money, hot head. I’m already in the hundreds. The worst is when she catches me swearing and then I do it again, and it’s just a chain reaction of swears until I can get my mouth out of the fucking gutter.”

“I heard that too!”

“I said ‘fluffing’! Jeez Sparkle, you’re gunning for my entire check!”

Eri leaned back from her spot at the reception desk and glanced at Katsuki, who shrugged, “I heard ‘fluffing’.”

Eri squinted, unconvinced, but rolled back up to her desk. Katsuki smiled softly before looking down at you, “Now that we’re co-conspirators in the battle against Eri’s attempts to maintain a professional work environment, can I sit?”

You gestured towards the seat across from you, “What’s up, hot head? Come to get kicked in the chest again? First one’s free, but you gotta pay for the ones after that.”

Katsuki absentmindedly rubbed at the center of his chest, feeling the ghost of the (tiny in his opinion, but he was a large man) boot print you’d left on his chest at one point, “I think I’m good, gotta save my money for the swear jar anyway. How’s your ear?”

“Recovery Girl was able to repair my eardrum, but she isn’t a miracle worker, so there’s gonna be permanent hearing loss. I have follow-ups for the foreseeable future to see where it settles out, but it shouldn’t slow me down much.”

“I—”

“Katsuki if you apologize to me again, I will pitch this entire tray of…arguably what could be called lunch at you. It’s been a month, it was a freak accident, and I’m not angry about it. Well, at least not with you. My biggest concern at this point is finding a hearing aid I won’t damage with my quirk, and Shoto has made me the lead on the safety program so that’s a fun load of paperwork. Also, quit blowing shit up, you fuck!” You whisper the profanity through gritted teeth, “You’re expensive!”

“Well, tell folks to quit pissing me off before I knock—”

“Choose the rest of that sentence very carefully.”

“—something in the office apart.” He drummed his fingers on the table, “Look, this isn’t a thing that comes naturally to me, so just…bear with me here. I think…well, no. We definitely got off on a bad foot. I’m not normally so…”

“Hostile? Useless? Reckless? A whole entire unadulterated fu—uh…jerk?” You felt Eri’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head and Katsuki grimaced.

“I was going to go with ‘caught off guard’, but thanks. Anyway, I’m just trying to say that I’m sorry. It won’t make you hate me any less because you can’t undo a first impression, but I wanted you to know that’s not normally how I operate.”

You scrunched your nose in confusion, “Who said I hate you?”

Katsuki looked smacked, “I’m sorry, I was under the impression that kicking the door to a men’s locker room in with no regards as to whether or not the occupants were dressed and leaping 20 feet through the air just to kick someone in the chest is a bit hateful. You also just called me a ‘whole entire unadulterated jerk’.”

“I don’t hate you. I was angry with you. As far as our introduction goes, it was my first time encountering you on my second week at a new agency in not just a new country, but a new continent, and you could have died, Katsuki. You could have died, and it would have been my fault because it was my strategy. I asked you to shoot the hydrant, I boosted Denki’s power, and ultimately it would have been my actions that lead to the number two pro hero being killed in a freak accident, and it’s something I just…look, I just need you to honor my callouts, okay? I know I’m new here, but I’m not a new hero. Trust me when I say that I am intimately familiar with my own strength and the consequences it could bring about. There’s a reason I’m not angry with you about the accident.”

Katsuki nodded at you as you prodded at your food, and even he could tell there was an issue you didn’t want to talk about, probably pertaining to the tan line on your left ring finger that hadn’t quite faded out yet.

“Last question,” he murmured, “I have an old schoolmate I have a quid-pro-quo arrangement with. Let me take you to see her for your hearing aids. Her work is excellent, and she’s actually got my hearing aids anyway for maintenance so might as will kill two birds with one stone.”

“I—that’s actually really sweet. Thank you.”

Katsuki’s face tinged pink, “ ’s fine, no big deal. After all, I can’t insult you if you can’t hear it. I’m going tomorrow, so I’ll work it out with IcyHot. Want me to pick you up from home or from here?”

“You can grab me from where I’m staying. You know, there are easier ways to get invited over that don’t involve throwing me across the room. I usually make you wait for the second date for that.” You teased, snickering when his face flushed full red.

“What was that you said about making things weird?”

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Head in the Clouds, Gravity Centered.

Let's have an adventure. Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered. Touch my neck and I'll touch yours; you in those little high waisted shorts, oh.

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Summary: Don't call it a meet-cute.

Chapter Warnings: Mild violence, swearing, Eri is an agent of chaos, Denki.

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All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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“YO, GAUNTLETS! ON YOUR LEFT! Gangway or sick bay!”

Katsuki whipped around as he heard the call-out, trying to figure out exactly which fuckin’ extra had the audacity not to use his name. His scarlet eyes fell on you, narrowing as you blew past him to vault and sprinted to Denki, who crouched down, lacing his fingers to create a space for you to step before launching you as high as possible into the air. You twisted your body in the air, rapidly scanning your surroundings, your hi-tech visor rapidly pinging targets as you flew.

“Four enemies spotted inbound, two of them coming in hot on the left, one coming in behind Gauntlets, and another seems to have a civilian hostage of unknown age but is coming in on your right. Descending now!”, the information from your visor transmitted down to Denki’s rapidly as you entered freefall, and he caught you effortlessly.

“And Syncopate sticks the landing with the assist of the ahhh-mazing Chargebolt!”

“Not the time, Denks,” you whip around to face the hero you blew past earlier, “Gauntlets, check your six!”

Katsuki whipped around and delivered an explosive uppercut to the goon behind him, launching him into what was likely controlled airspace.

You smirked, “Nice shot!”

He looked over his shoulder at you, “My name isn’t Gaun—”

“Obviously not, but I don’t care what it is right now,” Katsuki looked as if he’d been slapped across the face, and you continued, “There is a fuckin’ battle happening and one of these Trigger junkies has a hostage! Fix that stupid look on your face and get your head in the game you fuckin’ stanchion!”

You turned in time to see Denki contending with the two enemies approaching on the left and locked onto a nearby hydrant, casting a pointed glare at the hero who looked ready to explode, “You’re mad at me, pretty boy? Good. Prove you’re useful and take it out on that hydrant. Maybe that’ll remind you how your quirk works and light a fire under your ass.”

Katsuki glanced at it and sent a precision shot towards it, destroying it and sending water cascading around you all. You radioed your plan to Denki, who hastily agreed, and you took off in his direction.

“Boom boy, find the hostage! We got it here!”

He felt glued to the spot as he watched you launch yourself onto Denki’s back and press the pointer and middle fingers of both hands to his temples, “Ready, Sparky Boy?”

“As always, Zappy Girl.”

You channeled your quirk through your fingers and into his temples, increasing his power and voltage resistance limit. You looked over your shoulder and saw the exploding hero still standing there stupidly and covered in water.

“GET OUT OF THE IMPACT ZONE BEFORE WE ZAP THAT STUPID LOOK OFF OF YOUR FACE!" you shouted, voice slightly panicked, "FIND DRY LAND, NOT ON TOP OF A BUILDING, NOW!”

Your words seemed to break his trance and he blindly launched himself out of the way and into a nearby park, landing in a dry sandbox. You sighed in relief as Denki went off, downing the approaching enemies. You hopped off his shoulders and sprinted towards the remaining enemy with a hostage, passing the time bomb as you went.

“You gonna come save a hostage or not, stanchion?”

You put your bright yellow visor on the skittish little boy, smoothing his cinnamon hair. You'd gained his trust by showing him a trick with your quirk, arcing electricity from finger to finger like a bunny before asking if he’d like to try. You knelt behind him and made sure both of your feet were firmly on dry ground before gently grabbing his wrists and pressing your pointer and middle fingers to the sides of both his hands. Using yourself as a grounding point as you sent the spark up his arm and across his fingers, sending him giggling at the tickle and his tears finally drying.

Now, you cradled him in your lap and hummed sweetly, rocking gently as he gazed at your visor’s demo settings, mesmerizing him. Shoto and Denki went to approach the two of you and you shook your head no, then asked the little boy if he wanted to watch cartoons on the visor. He squealed happily as you used your watch to recalibrate it to a popular kids’ cartoon in the area, eventually relaxing back into you as you rocked him, thumb in his mouth. You asked him a few test questions like his age (he held up four fingers, and you high fived him for it), where he was from (he stumbled over Saitama Prefecture), and who his favorite hero was (A name you didn't recognize) before moving on to more pressing questions, setting up your visor to record the conversation.

“Hey there pumpkin, do you know where your mommy or daddy are?”

He looked up at you with bright blue eyes, shaking his head no.

“Do you know your address?”

Denki and Shoto looked on as you continued to ask the child about the incident, as gently as possible, praising him for answering you and ensuring he knew he wasn’t in trouble if he couldn’t answer. The conversation transmitted from your headset to both of theirs.

“(Y/N) is great with kids, isn’t she, Shoto?”

“Very, it was a strong reason she was hired. Did you know the trick she does with the lightning is called ‘Bunny Bolt’? It was on her resume.”

Denki pouted, “She never taught me how to do it...or that it has a name.”

“I wouldn’t teach you either, your power is…less subtle.”

Denki pouted dramatically, and the thudding of boots let them know Katsuki had finally decided to reappear after giving the police a report. Denki smiled back at him, “Hey, Kats! Wanna hear something cool?”

He nodded his head towards the child in your lap, “(Y/N) is currently interviewing that child and asked who his favorite hero was. Wanna guess the answer?”

“I don’t know, Deku? Why should I c--”

“Dynamight.”

Katsuki couldn’t fight the shit eating grin on his face as he changed radio channels to listen in, “What can I say, little dude has good taste!”

His voice carried on the wind and the child’s eyes snapped up as he squealed. Katsuki watched your eyes narrow at him and roll before returning attention to the child with a much softer look, voice coming through the radio.

Y/N: Who’s that, pumpkin?

DYNAMIGHT!

You looked up at them for a fact check and Denki snorted before nodding and giving a thumbs up. You looked puzzled and alarmed, and Shoto responded via radio to confirm that no, Dynamight was not accustomed to children and usually terrified them.

Denki giggled, “She wasn’t kidding when she said she had no clue who you are.”

“I will wait until that child isn’t looking and quite literally blow your fucking mind if you don’t shut up right now, you glorified charging station.”

Y/N: That sure is Dynamight! Good eye!

Katsuki tried to ignore the pleasant spark in his brain that came from hearing you gently coo his hero name into the child’s ear, and Denki fought back a smirk as he watched Katsuki's cheeks flush pink.

Y/N: How would you like to meet him?

The child’s excited squeal spiked the mic and both Denki and Katsuki looked at each other in alarm. Shoto shrugged and beckoned them forward, “Well, you do need to work on your skills when interacting with kids.”

You picked the child up and put him on your hip, looking directly at Katsuki and gesturing at him to follow what you were doing before walking towards the trio. Katsuki didn’t protest, knowing this was not up for debate from your expression and realizing he did need to work on his skills with kids.

You tapped your wrists subtly, and he carefully removed his gauntlets and set them aside, noting how you were holding and carrying the child. The little boy squirmed in your arms and you squatted to put him down, Katsuki mimicking your squat. You let the child go and put your hands forward as if picking him up, and Katuski mirrored, the child running directly into his hands. He stood up and put the child on his hip, the little boy squealing joyfully as Katsuki bounced him up to sit on top of his utility belt like a seat. You gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled at the child.

“Hey there little dude, heard you got good taste in heroes!”

“Where the fuck is he?!”

Katsuki turned away from his locker, trying to figure out what was causing the commotion outside. Normally, he was the one responsible for high volume office antics, but this time the yelling sounded feminine and he felt sorry for whatever poor fuck would be on the business end of that kind of fury.

“Calm dow—”

“I will short circuit you if you don’t get out of my goddamn way.”

Denki let out a scream that could give Eri a run for her money as the locker room door flew open with a loud crash, chaos spilling into the locker room. Katsuki saw a black and yellow streak come charging towards him then grunted as your boot made contact with the center of his bare chest and slammed him into the wall of lockers, your other foot firmly planted on the bench to make up for the height variance.

Well, shit. Turns out he’s the poor fuck.

“What the hell?” he spat, one large hand wrapping around your ankle.

You pressed your boot in harder, “Hey there, Gauntlets, maybe the next time I tell you to get the fuck out of the way, you listen the first time.”

Katsuki knocked your foot off his chest, and you rested your ankle atop his shoulder instead, never breaking eye contact.

“Who the fuck do you think you a—”

“(F/N) (L/N) is who the fuck I am, Dynamight, or you can call me Syncopate.”

His grimace deepened when you sarcastically emphasized his hero name, and he scoffed, “The name’s Katsuki Bakugo, and I’m the number tw—”

You scoffed, “I don’t give a shit about your hero ranking, Boom Boy. Maybe focus less on bragging rights and more on situational awareness.” You removed your leg from his shoulder, “You could have fucking died, you vapid, self-centered reprobate!”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve for some fucking new hire. I had it covered, it’s not like I’ve never been hit with Sparky’s quirk before.”

You bit back the urge to start yelling again, “No, what you had was a hero suit covered in water while you stood in a puddle with a stupid ass expression on your face, and as far as me being a new hire goes, I’ve been here for a whopping two weeks and I can already tell you’re the most reckless fuck here. How could you possibly have had that kind of situation covered with critical information missing? Do you even know what my quirk does?”

Katsuki opened his mouth to answer, and you scowled, “Shut the fuck up, that was a rhetorical question. I know that you don’t. The answer is that I control electrical impulses, making them stronger or weaker as needed. When I told you to clear out, it’s because I was boosting Denki’s output ten fucking fold, so you absolutely did not have it covered. That is why I’m a mile high fucking fire right now.”

Katsuki’s mouth remained open for a moment, then snapped shut. He scoffed at you, looking away.

You grabbed his chin to force him to look you in the eye, leaning your face dangerously close to his before whispering, “I don’t know who hyped your head up, but if you can’t work in a team then you ain’t shit to be impressed with, Katsuki.” You drew out his name by syllable, hissing the “s” in his name, “My respect is earned, not given, and I meant it when I told you ‘gangway or sick bay’. Next time I won’t stop you from stupidly choosing sick bay. Number two hero? My fucking ass.”

You sent a brief zap into his jaw and released him, leaving him pressed against the lockers and sauntering off.

Right as you got to the door, you stopped for a moment, "Oh, and by the way? Kids look good on you. Maybe if you were less of a phallus, you'd have a couple."

He stood stock-still as Eri appeared in the doorway and cleared her throat, the teen shaking her swear jar at you.

“What’s my damage, sparkle?”

“Uh…fifteen dollars. I think. What’s a reprobate?”

“Not a swear word, even though it feels like it should be one,” you quipped, “But for educational purposes, it’s someone who causes problems, usually on purpose.”

“Fourteen dollars, then.” You two headed out of the locker room while debating whether damn should count towards the swear jar while Denki carefully poked his head around the corner, “You…uh…you good, Kats?”

“Well, I’m not dead, but I do have a boner so…that’s fuckin’ new.”

“I heard that, Gauntlets!” you called back from up the hall, “Don’t make it weird!”

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King of Sorrow.

I'm crying everyone's tears, and there inside our private war I died the night before. All of these remnants of joy and disaster...what I am I supposed to do?

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Summary: A situation forced your hand, reminding you that water and electricity don't mix.

Chapter Warnings: Physical violence, emotional manipulation, intimate partner violence/dv, addiction (to the fictional drug Trigger), electrocution, background character death, violence, angst, comfort.

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All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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Your hero name was Voltress.

Before you came to Japan, you’d previously been engaged. You met your high school sweetheart Johnny at the American version of UA. He was part of the business studies class giving a presentation to the hero class you were in, and as soon as you locked eyes, that was it. He proposed to you the day you graduated from university, and it seemed that you had it all. Nice apartment, a fiancé, a spot at one of the top local agencies, a promising shot at being one of the top heroes, and a future ahead of you.

Until Trigger made its way to your city.

The crime rate spiked, your hours increased, and your fiancé became increasingly frustrated by you constantly missing or moving appointments for the wedding, coming home late and leaving before the sun came up, being woken up by emergency alerts in the middle of the night, vanishing for days and weeks on missions. Life with a hero was weighing on him, and you fought more often. The fights became increasingly volatile and nasty, hands that used to trace soothing circles on your back after a long day slamming doors hard enough to rattle walls, accusations hurled towards you of infidelity or perceived superiority over him, because all he had was a simple water quirk.

Things came to a head one evening when, in the midst of another wall rattling fight before you left for work, you saw a quick flash of something suspicious. You quietly asked him to open his mouth for you, and he refused. You asked him again, and he again refused. You used your quirk to control the electrical impulses in his jaw and tongue, forcing his mouth open and sending his tongue lolling forward.

It was pitch black.

He stared at you blankly as you paced, grappling with the realization that the love of your life was a Trigger addict. You started pleading with him, telling him it was okay and that you could get him into a recovery facility, and he waved you off.

I don’t want help.

You stared at him, mouth agape, and he shrugged. He looked up at you, flashing you his picture-perfect smile as he told you that enjoyed feeling like his power was actually useful for once, and as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t doing any harm. In fact, he was training his quirk to be useful in battle so that he could fight alongside you instead of standing in your shadow. You two would take the US by storm, the most powerful hero couple to exist, and all you had to do was keep your pretty mouth shut.

You could do that, right? You wouldn’t report the love of your life, would you?

You felt the air leave the room as he stepped towards you, a menacing glint in his eyes. You didn’t recognize the person in front of you anymore and when he touched your face, you flinched. Your eyes flickered towards the door for a split second and Johnny’s face fell, realizing that you’d made your choice. His hand moved from your cheek up to thread through your hair, lulling you into a false sense of security for just a moment before his grip tightened sharply.

You didn’t have time to scream before your head was slammed into the wall once, twice, thrice in an explosion of sparks and the world went black.

When you woke up, you were on the living room floor with a splitting headache, your PASS device was beeping loudly, and your partner was telling you not to move until you could be examined. You asked about Johnny, and your partner said he was caught fleeing through a window when authorities arrived and went missing.

For weeks following the incident, you frantically searched for him. You texted and called, but they bounced back, indicating you’d been blocked. Even his parents couldn’t find him.

A month later, you responded to the report of a group of Trigger junkies terrorizing the downtown area, to include one who was encasing officers in spheres of water in an attempt to drown them, but he couldn’t seem to hold them long enough to kill. Your stomach fell to the floor, and you ran faster towards the commotion, only to encounter Johnny, face contorted as he lost control of an orb and the officer was able to scramble away. He locked onto you and gave a distorted, darkened version of the smile you fell in love with.

Who’s powerful now?

He descended upon you, trying his best to encase you with his quirk, becoming increasingly unstable as the Trigger took over more and more. You begged and pleaded with him to stop, that you could talk it out and it didn’t have to be a battle, but it seemed to enrage him more as he roared demands for you to fight him to settle who was the most powerful, once and for all. He captured you momentarily in a sphere and slammed you against the corner of a brick building. You felt a stinging pain and realized he’d split your scalp open when blood and sweat poured into your eye, and he roared victoriously. You continued to defend and dodge, until a missed blast of water soaked a group of civilians. His smile twisted into a wicked grin, and he charged towards the crowd.

If you won’t fight me on your own, I’ll make you fight me .

Your body moved before your mind could think, and with your one good eye, you locked onto him and maxed out your quirk to control the electrical impulses in his body, controlling him like a puppeteer as you slowed him down, your head throbbing and muscles twitching violently as you struggled to maintain your hold. The Trigger was allowing him to resist more than usual, and he set off a jet of water in the direction of the crowd. You manipulated his left hand skyward, intending to stop him from completing his attack.

You didn’t see the damaged powerline dangling above him until it was too late.

Your power traveled up the jet of water and arced up to the powerline, boosting the current and delivering a fatal shock, filling the air with the putrid odor of burning flesh.

You sprinted towards him and took in the sight. His eyes were locked skyward, his skin burnt, and even his curls were singed. You paged for immediate assistance and started CPR, desperately wanting to feel his heart restart under your fingers, his ribs giving with a sickening crack. You pumped at his chest and sobbed and pushed air into his lungs for 20 minutes until help arrived.

You heard the flatline five minutes later, followed by your anguished screams. Your quirk went haywire and attempted to draw energy unchecked from the same powerline that ended Johnny’s life. You overloaded and fell to the ground in violent convulsions, the electrical impulses in your brain going haywire, and as you blacked out, you wondered if you’d see Johnny waiting for you as he was or as he is now.

You woke up in the ICU the next day and spent the next three weeks in the hospital, missing his funeral. The news played headlines over and over about how pro hero Voltress had been involved in a freak accident resulting in the death of her fiancé. His parents came by to try and comfort you.

We know it was an accident, (Y/N). We know you would never…you loved Johnny more than yourself.

Somehow, their comfort made things worse.

While you were in the hospital, your parents packed your belongings up and put them in storage, scrubbing every trace of Johnny that they could at your request, but nothing helped. His ghost haunted you, lurking in the shadows and that even when a thorough investigation lasting over a year and a half cleared you of wrongdoing, you knew you couldn’t stay.

You applied to several hero agencies as far away as possible before accepting an offer from the Himura Hero Agency (it started the soonest with competitive pay), and within a month and a half, you’d broken all of your US based licensing deals under the hero name Voltress. To your surprise, nobody fought you on this. Some companies even honored the contract as complete and paid you in full, wishing you luck and healing.

You filed an official petition to change your hero name and it was quietly expedited and approved, the official notification sent forward to Japan. You changed your hero costume entirely, burning your old one in a bonfire on the beach with your closest friends as you said goodbye.

The last thing you did was slip the engagement ring you’d been wearing off of your finger, throwing it into the Atlantic Ocean. As it sank, Voltress sank with it.

You caught a cab to the airport for your red eye flight. 18 hours later and on the second anniversary of Johnny’s death, you stepped off the plane in Japan as Syncopate.

“I know you’re probably sick of hearing this, but It’s not your fault,” Katsuki wiped the remnants of your tears from your face with his thumbs as your sobs finally slowed for a second time that night, his fingers brushing the scar on your forehead, “None of that was your fault.”

“But it was my quirk, my manipulation, my lack of situational aware—”

“No, he got threatened by your strength, he chose to put trigger in his veins knowing the risks, and he tried to goad you into a dick measuring contest. You did your job. You protected yourself and civilians, and damn near died in the process. Hell, you tried to save him too. Remember when you yelled at me the day we met? You know…when you kicked me in the chest?”

You gave him a small smile, fingers following scars on his arm and shoulder. He brushed your cheek with his thumb, “You asked me how I could possibly have had the situation covered when I was missing critical information about things like the situation at hand and how your quirk functioned.”

He grabbed the hand playing with his ear and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips, “You’d been hit in the head, and you were bleeding profusely into your eye as a result. On top of that, you had to max out your quirk, knowing it would take a toll on your body, so that you could stop the rampage with as little damage as possible. You mentioned it was his left hand that you raised, that means it was in your blind spot. Your scar is over your right eye, and you couldn't keep it open. You encountered significant tactical and environmental hurdles with the only casualty from your battle being him, and the only reason he was a casualty is a freak accident set up by his own destruction. You did everything you could. You can’t save everyone, and sometimes the person you can’t save is the one you want to save the most.”

Katsuki quietly told you about how his own kidnapping led to his childhood hero being forced into retirement, and how he had to work to overcome the trauma it caused, and that ten years later, he still has nightmares about it here and there. You moved closer as he told the story, and shortly after he finished, you swallowed thickly.

“The nightmare…I told you to move. I told you to move and you didn’t and I—it happened again. It happened again and you were gone and I felt alone and I couldn’t control my quirk and I wanted to go too. I couldn’t…it wasn’t…there wasn’t…I needed you.”

Katsuki stared at you for a moment before tilting your chin upwards and giving you the gentlest of kisses, testing to see if you would reject him. You increased the pressure, fingers finding his hair as you sighed contentedly, and his tongue swiped at your lower lip. You opened your mouth a little more, honoring his request and moaning softly as his thumb stroked your cheek soothingly. He pulled back with a few chaste kisses, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Where the hell would I even go without you? Remember the thing?”

You nodded and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I figured it out. You’re stuck with me, lightning bug.”

You curled into his chest, suddenly finding yourself drowsy. His fingers ran over a tender spot on your jaw, soothing it, and you sighed, “Hey Katsuki? I do have one question.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve put together that you slapped me to wake me, and I’m not upset, but um…how hard did you slap me?”

He tensed up, face turning cherry red.

“We…uh. We’re gonna go with ‘way harder than I meant to.’”

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Outside, it Starts to Pour.

These hearts adore everyone the other beats hardest for; inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour.

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Summary: A nightmare leads to revelations.

Chapter Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, screaming, flashbacks, quirk misfire, implied death, mild violence (reader is slapped to wake her), vomit mention.

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To avoid going in blind, please know the chapter begins mid-nightmare.

He’s dying.

You fucked up. You fucked up again.

You told him to move and he didn’t this time. You watched the electricity travel through the water on the ground and jump into Katsuki. His body went rigid and he fell backwards, head hitting the concrete, and he started convulsing, eyes wide and dull. You run to grab him, dragging him to dry land and checking for a pulse or any sign of life.

-he’s down, he’s not answering, his eyes are locked skyward, his curls singed-

His chest is still, eyes locked forward, no pulse. The air smells like singed caramel, burning hair, and scorched flesh. It makes you dry heave.

You hit the emergency alert button on your Personal Alert Safety System and start CPR, begging Katsuki not to leave you here alone. His PASS device beeps loudly as you force air into his lungs, then resume compressions, softly singing to yourself to maintain 100bpm.

-nothing is happening the police aren’t responding your agency hasn’t answered your distress signal-

You check to see if he’s breathing, and nothing has changed. You give more rescue breaths and resume compressions, hearing his ribs crack as you sing.

There are sirens, so many sirens. Someone is yelling at you, you hear Chargebolt in your radio, Deku kneels across from you and takes over rescue breaths so you can keep doing compressions. Your arms burn, your eyes burn, your chest burns, your entire body feels like it’s been engulfed in flames as you just try to keep Katsuki here with you.

-you see the burns charring his skin where the current found an exit-

There’s water falling onto Katsuki’s chest. You look up to see if it’s raining, but it isn’t.

Someone tries to pull you away and you’re screaming, screaming to be let go. Red Riot appears across from you, his hands over yours, he says he’s taking over, but you tell him you can’t stop.

You can’t stop until you feel his heartbeat beneath your fingers, until his chest rises and falls, until he looks at you and calls you lightning bug, his lightning bug. You can’t have another body on your conscience, you can’t survive it, you can’t survive this, you’re absolutely certain this will be the thing that fucking kills you.

-nobody is coming nobody is coming nobody is coming nobody is coming nobody i-

Something secures around you and you realize it’s Cellophane’s tape. You try to use your quirk to release yourself but it’s not working, and you’re yanked back into the same sandbox Katsuki landed in the first time your quirk almost got him killed. Chargebolt runs up to you and cradles your face in his hands, he’s speaking but the words aren’t getting to you. You notice his fingers are wet when they come back from your face. You ask him where the fuck all this water is coming from and he ignores you, turning you so your back is to Katsuki. You fight, and you pull, you beg and you plead, you stomp your foot like an overwhelmed child, but Denki doesn’t relent and neither does Hanta, insisting you let the paramedics work.

-please breathe please breathe please breathe don’t leave me here don’t leave me here Johnny don-

You hear a flatline.

-Johnny please-

You break Denki’s grasp, turning towards Katsuki.

-I didn’t mean-

You see paramedics cover him with a sheet.

-I never wanted-

You scream. You scream with all the force in your lungs. You scream and you sob and you lose control of your quirk, singeing the tape holding you and becoming a hazard. Denki tells Hanta to release you, grabbing you and letting you sink to the ground, the only person capable of tolerating your outburst while Hanta creates a safety perimeter.

-It wasn’t supposed-

The dry sand absorbs most of the electricity crackling off of you as you keep screaming. You see the paramedics load Katsuki into a body bag on a gurney, and your output becomes impossibly stronger, arcing into the sky and creating claps of thunder. Denki grips you tighter, and you sob, and you scream, and he only lets you go so that you can vomit into the grass by the sandbox once, twice, thrice, four times. He begs you for calm, to try and think long enough to quell the storm inside you before your quirk kills you too, but calm isn’t coming.

Calm died with Katsuki.

-I can’t-

And as you continue losing control of your quirk, you can feel yourself dying too, the impulses in your body overloaded. Your body tenses and you convulse.

-whoever said you can’t die of heartbreak lied-

Denki lays you on your side, begging you to just—

-breathe-

Breathe!

-breathe-

Katsuki-

-Johnny-

Not Johnny—

-breathe-

Your vision went black, and the world crashed on top of you with a clap of thunder.

Katsuki hadn’t finished taking off his hero costume when the screaming started.

He could hear you clean across the house, shrill and terrified screaming ringing through two closed doors.  He ran from his office to your room, blowing the door off the hinges when he found it locked, running to you as you struggled against your sleep terror.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t respond. Your quirk began activating in your sleep, crackling around you threateningly and making his fingers tingle through his gloves, and a charge arced off of you and blew the bulb on your bedside table. Katsuki shook you violently to try and wake you.

Your eyes flew open, pupils blown wide and recognizing nothing as you continued to be trapped in your own hell. You thrashed and kicked and screamed, fists beating against his chest as your quirk continued to become increasingly unstable, his hearing aids cutting in and out.

“I am so sorry for this, lightning bug.”

He arced his hand around and slapped you across the face, sparks on the tips of his fingers, quirks colliding in a clap of thunder. You went limp in his grasp for a moment, eyes open, chest heaving.

“(Y/N)?”

You lurched forward with a threatening gag, and Katsuki grabbed the trash can by your bed just in time, thankful that he wasn’t squeamish in the least after years of dealing with Izuku’s weak stomach as a child. When you were sure there was nothing left, you wiped your mouth with a tissue by the bed and tied the bag off.

Katsuki put the bin back on the floor and stood to get you a glass of water from downstairs, but there was a tug on his belt, and when he turned around you looked absolutely panicked, one hearing aid in and the other tossed on the bed in your haste to stop him leaving.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, softly.

“’Suki?” You sounded unsure, as if you were still attempting to orient yourself to the world around you. He grabbed your hand and pressed his cheek to it, encouraging you to trace your fingers carefully over his hearing aid, “Yeah, it’s me. It’s Katsuki.”

He watched the haze in your eyes fade as you traced the piece of plastic over and over. He wasn’t sure why it gave you comfort, but as long as you felt safe, you could fiddle with it as long as you needed. You locked eyes with him, fully recognizing him, then murmured, “Please don’t go again.”

He froze for a moment, then swept you up and carried you down the hall to your bathroom. He kept one hand on your hip while you brushed your teeth, and as soon as you were done you were right back to clinging to him desperately, as if he’d vanish if some part of you wasn’t touching him at all times. He put you on his back as if you weighed nothing, carrying you downstairs to grab a few water bottles before carrying you into his room and gently setting you on the bed. He turned towards the bathroom, and you whined softly.

“Please don’t go, ‘Suki.”

“I’m not leaving, I just need to shower. I promise I’ll be back.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, “I have my watch on. If something happens, you can set off an alert and I’ll come running, hell or high water.”

You nodded dumbly. He disappeared into his bathroom and reemerged ten minutes later, hastily showered, glasses on and foggy. He slid into the bed beside you, and you traced your fingers over his skin, memorizing every scar and muscle, trailing up his neck to his jaw. You traced his facial features and ran your fingers through his soft, damp hair, dropped your hand down to fiddle with his hearing aids again, and when you were satisfied you swallowed the lump in your throat and locked eyes with him.

“You were gone.”

“I just had a late patrol. I actually came home early due to the storm.”

“No, I mean you were gone. You were gone and I couldn’t…”

The second time you said it, he understood what you were implying. He grabbed your hand and put your fingers on the pulse point in his neck to feel the ebb and flow of his heartbeat.

“Not true, shortcake. Not true. I’m not leaving you.”

He trailed his fingers up to the edges of the bonnet you wore, looking to you for permission to remove it and touch your hair. You nodded, preparing for the fear that usually came with someone’s fingers in your hair, but it never came. He scrubbed his fingers against your scalp the way he’d seen you do to yourself when you were stressed, and the simple, comforting contact broke the dam holding back the story on the tip of your tongue. A sob burst forth from your chest and the truth came spilling out, whispered into the dark between the two of you, your tears soaking charcoal-colored pillows and his hands in your hair.

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Inside, This Place is Warm.

Promise me you'll keep the light on to help me see with daylight, my guide, gone.

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Summary: Moving day is rough, and it takes some time to get used to the new layout.

Chapter Warnings: None (Please send me an ask if you need something tagged), Katsuki Bakugo has a stupid hero name.

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“So, I guess it’s safe to say you and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight upstairs have gotten pretty close, huh?”

“God that is a terrible name and I wish somebody had told me that was the full name before I stopped calling him Gauntlets.”

“Yeah, the name is shit but…how close are you two?”

You looked at Kyoka in confusion as she passed one of the last few boxes from Mina to you, helping you unload the tiny storage pod in the driveway of the massive house you moved into the night prior. You didn’t have very many belongings, having purged most of them prior to moving to Japan, and very few of the boxes were heavy. Ochako came over with Izuku to help by way of floating heavier boxes into the living room, refusing to be sidelined despite being several months pregnant. Earlier in the day, you’d shooed Katsuki upstairs to put your bed together with the assistance of Denki, Izuku, and Eijiro. There had been several small explosions already as Katsuki’s temper spiked, coupled with you sharply warning him not to damage the bed your mother had purchased for you prior to your departure.

You perched the box labeled “books” on your shoulder, signaling to Ochako to float it into the house, “I mean, I would say so. I live here now.”

Kyoka rolled her eyes, “I mean…do you live together or do you live together.”

She raised an eyebrow suggestively, furthering your confusion, “I need you to stop beating around the bush and get there.”

“Oh, for fucks sake, Ky.” Mina balanced the last of the boxes on her hip, “Are you two hooking up or not?”

You snorted and gave a sarcasm laced affirmative, saying that he was clearly moving you in so that you two could stop having sneaky links on top of his desk. Three sets of eyes fell on you expectantly as they waited for additional detail and yours widened.

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious. I am joking! The closest we’ve ever come to intimacy is that time I kicked him in the chest, and he cracked a joke about being turned on! We sleep on opposite ends of the hallway! As a matter of fact, when we were setting up ground rules, we both made it super clear that we’re focused on our careers right now and romantic guests would be limited if we had any.”

“So?” Kyoka responded, grabbing Ochako’s hand and pointing to her wedding set, “She and Deku are quite literally married.”

“So,” you scoffed, “neither of us is looking for anything from anyone, let alone each other.”

“Sometimes you aren’t looking for something and find it anyway, (Y/N). Don’t dismiss the idea of—”

A spark shot out from your fingers. Kyoka’s voice faltered, and you glared at the three of them.

“Look. You were the ones who had to run my background check to hire me here and assign me a partner. You know what happened to me. After that, I…I can’t. I don’t deserve to.”

Ochako opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by Katsuki’s loud yelling from upstairs, Denki’s high-pitched screaming, an explosion that rattled the entire house and a power surge. There were several moments of silence before Eijiro’s voice rang through, clear as a bell, “DUDE! YOU HAD ONE JOB!”

“SHUT UP STUPID, SHE’LL HEAR YOU!”

You looked at the other two, “What could they possibly—” the smell of scorched wood wafted down from the second floor, and Denki came flying out of your room at breakneck speed, running for the kitchen and grabbing the fire extinguisher, the faint smell of burnt hair in his wake, “Nothing happened, everything is fine but uh…don’t come upstairs!”

The smoke detector started to beep, and electricity crackled around you as your temper boiled over, “GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, NOW!”

Mina and Kyoka bit their lips until they nearly bled to keep from laughing when the men upstairs went dead silent for a moment. You could hear a stifled struggle, and Kyoka’s headphone jack floated upwards towards the commotion.

“For the record,” she snickered, “They’re strategizing right now, and step one of this brilliant plan is to… send the wrong blonde as a distraction while they come up with step two.”

Mina frowned, “They cannot possibly think that’ll work. There’s four brains in there, three of which are in the top ten, and that’s the best they’ve got?”

You groaned loudly, “IF YOU SEND KAMINARI, I WILL SHORT CIRCUIT HIM AND BRING HIM BACK.”

Kyoka raised her jack again, tapping her foot for a moment before biting a knuckle to stifle the laughter bubbling forth, “Oh my god they’re trying it anyway.”

A flash of blonde hair appeared around the corner, “I SAID WHAT I SAID.”

Hysterical laughter erupted behind you as the imposter darted out of view. You saw something in the corner of your eye and turned towards the front window in time to see Katsuki attempting to sneak out of the window like a teenager.

“KATSUKI BAKUGO, YOU ARE A GROWN ASS MAN!”

“Which means I’m smart enough to know not to come back in that house without replacing that bed, I’ll be back!”

Katsuki peeled out of the driveway in the direction of the furniture store up the road. You turned around to see the boys huddled up at the top of the stairs. Mina jabbed a finger towards them, “you idiots can take out the damaged bed and deal with these boxes while we go next door and remind (Y/N) that assault is illegal. Now.”

They scrambled into the room to do as instructed as Mina pulled you out of the house and guided you to her own, snickering as the four of you sat in the backyard and listened to the men trying to get it together.

“Katsuki, stop it! You’re not funny!”

Your laughter directly contradicted your complaint as Katsuki held the stepstool you used to reach upper shelves above his head, grinning wickedly in the impossibly large kitchen. You two had decided to have a cooking competition on this Sunday afternoon, inviting some friends over to determine which of you was the better cook once and for all. The kitchen boasted two stoves and four ovens (two ovens built into the stoves, and the other two retrofitted into the cabinetry), and the day you moved in, he explained that his parents installed the second stove for his sixteenth birthday so that he could experiment with his cooking skills and not disrupt normal dinner plans. The other two ovens were added once the house was signed over to him, having been purchased with money Best Jeanist had hidden in a housewarming gift.

Not too long after you’d both started cooking, Katsuki began messing with your setup, rearranging the items you’d carefully prepared or swapping your pans onto cold burners. You retaliated by turning the power down on his stove with your quirk and stealing his glasses when he went to wipe his face, the prank war culminating in the theft of your beloved stepstool.

He scoffed, peering down through the round glasses you’d stolen earlier, “The hell d’you need this for? I’m right here!”

“You’re not always home and you put everything damn near on the roof in here!” You stomped your foot jokingly, but for a split second your face flashed your genuine frustration. Katsuki had surpassed both his parents’ heights, reaching an irresponsibly tall 6’5” (He was actually 6’4 ¾” but insisted you give him his quarter inch and round up), nearly a full foot and a half taller than you. You’d lived with the giant for 5 months at this point, and it constantly peeved you to have to climb on top of things or find a step stool for simple tasks.

He looked concerned for a moment, having caught the hint of frustration, before tsking and tossing your stepstool to you. You called him an ass and he stepped closer to you with a smirk.

“Get taller, shortcake.”

“Get smaller, skyscraper.”

Katsuki towered over you, forcing you to look up at him as you refused to break eye contact. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and he began leaning down towards you, fingers tilting your chin towards him with a feather light touch. Your arms draped around his shoulders loosely, breathing in the scent of caramel, sandalwood, and campfires. You rose up on your toes to close the gap, and Kyoka’s voice appeared in the back of your mind, soft and soothing.

Sometimes you aren’t looking for something and you find it anyway.

The front door banged open, and you both scrambled back on high alert while swearing violently, one of your hands flew up, knocking Katsuki’s glasses askew.

Eijiro and Mina came barging in, full of sound and laughter as they made their way to the kitchen. You sighed, trying to force your heart to return to a normal rhythm as you scratched the scar above your right eye absentmindedly and Katsuki began yelling for the Kirishimas to stop taking years off your lifespan by using the damn doorbell.

Katsuki pretended not to notice the startled sparks that flew from you and the flickering of the kitchen lights caused by your panicked response. The next morning, you went to grab a bowl of cereal and noticed the kitchen had been rearranged to make things easier for you to reach. You asked Katsuki about it and he shrugged.

“No idea. I’ve always been able to reach everything in the kitchen. Maybe you finally grew. Also, I fixed the doorbell to let you know when there’s motion within a certain proximity. Hopefully, it helps you.”

“There you go thinking of me again, when should I tell everyone the wedding is?”

“The thirty-first of February. Anyway, someone’s gotta look out for you. What would you do without me?”

“Well, I’d still have my hearing for one.”

Katsuki’s mouth opened and shut like a surfaced fish, and you fought back a snicker, losing the battle the minute you two looked at each other. Katsuki cracked up with you, relieved that you’d reached a point where you could laugh at the accident that he still felt some guilt about.

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