peledenegrona

[seagreenstardust]

Real talk: Kacchan can’t perma-die until he gets the chance to finally take Deku’s hand. I don’t make the rules, it’s just science

[viscerax]

It wasn't often that Katsuki Bakugo stayed up late. He typically went to bed around 8:30, and he was very strict to adhere to his schedule. However, after a particularly fitful bout of attempted sleep, he figured he would bite the bullet now, and get up to make some tea to hopefully help him calm down. He enjoyed the dorms at night. They were quiet, and it left him some time to himself, something he did not get very often.

The sound of the dormitory door closing is what alerted Bakugo. It was... awfully late for anyone to be up, let alone sneaking into the dorms. Although, he supposed he wasn't one to talk. He was up as well, but he wasn't speaking out- well, in.

He peered at the door from the corner of his eye, only to see a green tuft of hair disappear past the corner and down the hall. Bakugo got up from his spot on the couch, leaving his tea pot behind to follow often who could only be Izuku.

He heard the other boy mumbling, and he couldn't tell if he was talking to himself or somebody else.

"- shhh... you can't make any noise!" Midoriya muttered into... his book bag?

Bakugo tried to strain his ears to hear more, but then Midoriya quickly whipped his head back, as if he had sensed him.

"Ah!" Midoriya shouted before using one hand to cover his own mouth, using the other to hold onto his book bag.

"Deku? What the actual fuck are you doing out this late?" Bakugo whispered-yelled. He looked Midoriya up and down and- wait. Was his book bag fucking moving?

"Kacchan! I was just uhm! Going for a walk! Yeah!" Midoriya quickly excused, but Bakugo didn't buy it for even a second, and Midoriya could tell.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow. "A walk?"

"...yeeesss..?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Bakugo scoffed, almost offended that Izuku thought that would work on him for even a second.

"N-no! Of course not!" Midoriya quickly cleared up, although Bakugo's gaze didn't lighten.

"What are you actually doing?" Bakugo questioned again, sparing a glance to Izuku's wiggling book bag.

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. "Okay... please don't tell anyone..." Izuku hummed and ushered Bakugo to come closer. Bakugo inched forward, and peered into Izuku's bag.

"Is that a fuckin-"

"SHHH!" Midoriya quickly silenced bakugo with a hand over his mouth. Inside the bag peered a wide eyed kitten, soft and multicolored fur looking tangled and ratty.

"Why are you sneaking a kitten into the dorm?" Bakugo scolded, glancing up at Izulu and then back down to the kitten.

"He uhm... he comes around all the time. I started feeding him and then he started following me in the building and its going to rain tonight and he's such a small guy he'd probably freeze to death out there so I couldn't just leave him and so I figured I could bring him in tonight and then re-home him tommorow!" Midoriya explained in one long winded breath. Bakugo just stared for a few moments, before looking back to the kitten.

"Whats his name?" Bakugo asked, reaching a hand into the bag as the kitten gently rubbed against him. He pet it a few times, before withdrawing his hand, acting like he did not give a fuck about the very soft... very adorable kitten.

"What? Oh uhm.... its... All Meowt." Izuku whispered, and bakugo almost let out a laugh. How perfectly nerdy and creative for Izuku.

"All Meowt?" Bakugo asked, biting down a smile.

"Y-yeah. Like All Might." Midoriya explained, and Bakugo scoffed.

"Yeah, I know, nerd." The once teasing name was said with almost an endearing edge. "How are you going to keep it hidden without Aizawa finding out?"

Deku shrugged, hugging the bag close to him again. "I dunno... keep it in my dorm until I find someone who will take it...? Or maybe he'd let us keep it! He seems like the type to like cats!"

Bakugo shrugged. "Yeah, but he's also a stickler for the rules. I guess you'll find out tommorow."

"Yeah... I guess so. Well, I'm going to try and sneak him into my room. Goodnight Kacchan!"

"Goodnight De- Izuku." Bakugo bit back the old insult he used to use on Izuku, although it felt weird after calling him nothing but for the last 10 years of their life. Midoriya smiled at Bakugo in a way that made his stomach tense up, and he quickly turned around to attend to the tea he had left on the stove.

After fixing and drinking his tea, Bakugo tip-toed through the halls back to his dorm. However, on his way, he saw the light of Izuku's dorm peeking out from under his door. He figured that checking in on the kitten wouldn't do him any harm, he supposed.

He knocked quietly on Izuku's door, and heard scrambling and "Shit!" From the other side. He leaned closer to the door and cupped his hands around his mouth, whispering "It's just me, you damn nerd."

After a few long seconds, Midoriya opened the door, looking up at Bakugo.

"I wanted to see if you had gotten caught yet." Which was Bakugos way of saying he wanted to check in on All Meowt.

"O-oh! No, I haven't. Uhm- do you want to see him?" Midoriya whispered and moved to the side so Bakugo could come inside. Bakugo stepped past Izuku without answering his question, finding All Meowt curled up on Izuku's All Might comforter.

Bakugo walked over and pet the kitten on his head, which caused him to wake up, blinking sleepy eyes up at him. He stood up and rubbed against Bakugo's thigh, which prompted him to gently pick him up and hold him to his chest, a moment of gentleness he would've been more embarrassed of around anyone else. He sat on the floor, setting All Meowt in his lap. The kitten purred and curled up in Bakugo's lap.

"He seems like he likes you." Izuku chuckled, sitting next to Bakugo and petting the kitten in his lap.

"You think?" Bakugo remarked sarcastically, glancing over as Izuku scooted ever closer to him.

"Hm... no nevermind. He definitely likes me more." Izuku teased, and Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, sure. Because he's curled up and purring in your lap right now, isn't he?" Bakugo scoffed.

There was a long moment of silence, although it was comfortable and natural. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but before he was aware of it, Midoriya was snoring lightly against his shoulder, and Bakugo was struggling to keep his eyes open. He told himself that he was only staying there for All Meowt, and definitely not because he may or may not have enjoyed the feeling of Izuku relying on him.

Bakugo woke up to the sound of snickers and a flash of light in his face.

"Guys! Stop! Kacchan is going to kill you all! And probably me too!" Bakugo opened his eyes to find he was laying on the floor, holding a sleeping All Meowt in his arms. He looked up and saw Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima surrounding him, snickering and taking pictures of him from all angles.

He immediately stood up, setting All Meowt down on Izuku's bed to chase after them, small explosions coming from his hand, but they were long gone.

He chased them down the halls, capturing Kirishima, and giving him a few blasts. Izuku watched from his room, trying not to smile as he held All Meowt in his hands.

[eris-snow]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, revelation, y/n's worried, angst, no fluff, sorry, pain, fear, ft bakugou

Masterlist

July 14th. Different but similar.

The clock hands wind, and circle again and again. It spins around, and comes to a stop. The ticking of the second-hand haunts your mind.

Tick, tick, tick.

Two days, a day, to find a way to break this curse. It’s a Sunday, and you’re scared for tomorrow.

It’s Izuku’s birthday tomorrow.

When you were young, this day would be one that was full of excitement. Back then, you’d plot and scheme with your limited power on how to make Izuku’s date of birth a very special one. There was a notebook you diligently dedicated all your ideas to, a piggybank full of chum change. Whether a crudely drawn card or $1 ice cream, you’d find a way to make him smile.

As you got older, your handwriting neatened with legible lines and you swapped your piggybank for an organiser for your notes, but it still remained the day you would brainstorm for your best friend’s birthday.

Now, you were spending that same day clearing homework and revising for a Chemistry test on hydrocarbons.

Knocks on wood, and the door creaking open with friction and a squeak.

“Starlight?”

It’s a rasp and the undertone is worried, like you were on the verge of doing something you would regret.

Bright red bleeds into the background, and blond hair pokes into your room. The asshole bully turned hero, peeking into your chamber.

“Kacchan?” You say, turning around. God, your voice sounds like cheese through a grater. “What is it?”

“Izuku,” He swallows, eyes averted. Alarm bells flare in your brain, and you make a noise that sounds like a cat dying in your throat.

“Izuku’s gone.”

—

This isn’t Izuku’s first time sneaking out of school. He’s grown some decency, so he told Aizawa about his plan, but it feels dirty leaving without telling you at all.

The site of his Quirk Accident is an unmarked spot 200 metres from Aldera Middle School. Wedged between a crossroad and a school, the densely populated area has Izuku pulling his mask up higher and rechecking himself in his phone screen to remain inconspicuous.

The wooden, rusted bench nearby catches his eye, and he makes a move to sit down when the back of his head tingles with a touch of agony.

It’s…not much. The pain arrives in the form of mild headaches. Izuku knows full well that to get snippets of his memory back, he needs to toughen out through the torture—

Pain is not worth the weight of knowledge.

Izuku falters, and the tortured agony in his brain starts to fade. What if he’s got this all wrong?

His heart sinks, sinks to the bottom of the sea and there’s no seabed in sight. What if this isn’t enough?

There’s a split-second moment that holds in the air. The world slows, a butterfly on a flower, beauty embodied in a once unsightly caterpillar.

Earth is silent, Earth is peaceful…

and then the butterfly takes off.

A hand comes around his neck, a raspy giggle in his ear, and in a second he’s as stiff as one of the guards outside of Buckingham Palace.

“Visiting relatives?” The voice continues, controlled with a certain cadence Izuku can’t quite place. Everything in his body tells him to run, to slam this person into concrete and confront him first-hand, but…

Danger Sense doesn’t flare.

He doesn’t want to hurt me, and yet every fibre he exudes is screaming with the intent to kill.

“Something like that,” He lies, shrugging the arm off firmly. “What’s it to you?”

The giggle strains as Izuku takes stock of the person’s appearance. Seemingly normal looking, but isn’t that everyone, who tries to fit in and gets lost in the crowd?

He goes a level deeper, and when he does, he sees how worn the jacket’s seams are, how frayed the edges of the hem are and how dust settles on his hair that he’d mistaken for dandruff before. His shoes are worn to death until the white is unrecognisable under the grime, and there isn’t a lens in one of the glasses that haphazardly sat on his face.

“Ah, I like that,” He praises, nodding in approval. “I came here for that too! Something happened here once that marked my brother’s…” His eyes flash, and his unstable mask flickers off to reveal a beast stirring under. “Unfortunate passing.”

The phrasing is all too awkward, and Izuku hates the logical leaps he has to take in order to piece his puzzle together. However, everything fits when the man his senior finally meets his gaze.

His eyes are ice-blue.

Izuku reels, the puzzle complete.

Not a civilian, not a civilian at all—

The hand comes around his neck once more. No longer friendly, but unable to consider threatening. Izuku wants to twist his arm like a pretzel, but his next line knocks the wind out of him like one of Kacchan’s punches to the gut.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He whispers, a grin sliding easily onto his face, “to finding your memories.”

Izuku swallows the saliva that has gathered in his mouth. What does he know, what does he want—

“How do you know?” He whispers, eyes darting about to take in the surroundings. Families are out to relax in the afternoon sun, relishing this day of rest before the next day when everyone has to go back to school. Everyone is oblivious, and Danger Sense remains quiet.

Izuku doesn’t move.

“You have this look in your eyes,” The man with a cold blue gaze replies, eyes sparkling in recognition. “The same as me, yes, exactly the same.” The ice cracks, and melts into eyes. The villain’s edges go from hard to soft in an instant.

“Nii-san was right. We are more alike than we thought.”

Something awakens in Izuku, at being associated with someone who’s qualities are unknown. “We’re, nothing alike.” He spits, hands clenching on his lap.

“What do you want?”

There’s a flicker under those blue eyes of his, and this person, he straightens up and sighs. “I suppose so. And to answer your question, it’s simple, really, so, so simple…” He tilts his head, grin feral.

“To make you hurt the way you hurt me.”

There’s nothing but pure intent behind those eyes, Danger Sense remains silent, come on, there’s no way—

“My brother always told me my Quirk was far more powerful than his, and frankly, I always thought he was exaggerating.” He whispers, eyes welling up with emotion. “He told me to use it wisely, because one punch in the right area is worth 10 in the wrong place, but I see it now…” His eyes harden, devouring the emotion and fueling his drive.

“I know what I need to do,” The villain shoves his hand off Izuku’s shoulders and pushes himself off the bench.

Confused, Izuku rubs his neck where it’d been rubbed raw.

You aren’t going to use your Quirk on me?

The man turns, and Izuku always did have the nasty habit of muttering aloud.

Laugh bitter, eyes wild like a cat about to pounce, he replies.

“The intent never was to use my Quirk on you.”

The grin he gives is unkind. The monster stirs the pot, and Izuku tumbles in. 

“It was for never for you.”

Pedestrians stroll past, and a car honks. A family walks over and blocks his view.

When they pass, the stranger is long gone.

[angstydisaster02]

Another analysis of Bakudeku’s relationship! (Shout out to Syd for helping me) - Manga spoilers

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If Horikoshi planned to make them holding hands in a life or death situation, aka an important situation…imagine for the manga and how important it’ll be

It’s different from the movie for sure but still…If his first idea was them to help each other in the most unexpected situation and where they NEEDED it to survive, it’ll be more impacting in the manga

When he never saw him in this state before, for him it was the first time he truly saw his childhood friend died in front of him. The same childhood friend with how he wouldn’t imagine a world. And seeing him *dead* in front of his eyes might awaken something in his chest because the idea of losing him was hard, but they caught him right in time the last time at Kamino…this time, no one was here to save him, and Izuku might blame himself because now he’s considered dead.

It’s like imagining one of your closest friends (even your best friend you’ve known since childhood or years, it doe matter, as long as you know you both had a strong bond) dead, and damn...I think no word would be enough to describe the pain Izuku might have felt at that moment, so instead, his emotions spoke for himself and me, the fear deku we have now is the traumatized and the real Izuku, the one unable to control his feeling- see what I mean with the Izuku stuff?

How the Izuku was seen until now was the « fake » one, and the feral one who entered into craziness after seeing Katsuki dead is the « real » one, almost as if his feelings were personalized in one person, and it’ll be the current Izuku.

I love the symbolism of “holding hands.” Until now, all the people who held someone else’s hand were important to them, so it’s not just an “I’m saving you” thing, it’s more like an “I’m saving you because I TRUST YOU” thing.

The notion of trust is really important, and it depends on the relationship. For example, in season 6, when Tenya held Izuku’s hands, it was because he trusted him.

During the Kamino accident, Izuku WANTED to be the one to save Katsuki (in a part of his mind) because HE TRUSTED HIM. At this period, he was afraid because he didn’t know if it was mutual, so he let Kirishima do it.

Today we have heroes rising where, in a life or death situation, Katsuki AGREED to hold Izuku’s hands and accept his help because he TRUSTED him. He always did, and it was complicated during the deku vs. kacchan two fight when he refused and rejected izuku’s help. Because Katsuki was TRUSTING izuku, and he always did, but he was afraid and lost in himself.

The beauty of their relationship (bkdk) is how Izuku knows that Katsuki is not okay, and he gives him time. Instead of forcing him, he would rather let his childhood friend discover things by himself and be here by his side when this happens. When Izuku always knew about how HE trusted Katsuki, like an obvious thing for him….it took more time for Katsuki to admit it.

Admiring it means being vulnerable, and until now, the only moments when he was vulnerable were around Izuku, and, even if they didn’t solve their problems at first, it helped Katsuki to build this trust and the idea of “Izuku is here when I’m vulnerable, so this means he’s trusting me” (or something like that) so yeah, the most interesting part of their relationship is how they grew up.

When Katuski fully realizes it’s okay, and they trust each other, he’ll be more open, and their bond will be stronger. It’s the prettiest thing about their dynamic.

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(Credit to Syd for this part !)

If it was izuku who had his hand out for Katsuki instead of kirishima, but I’m glad it was him because izuku wanted to be the one to save him, but honestly, I don’t think he would’ve taken his hand. (Since he rejected 3 times when izuku offered, but you know katsuki too stubborn) and so we get to where I love the hand-holding bc katsuki is now accepting izuku and wants to make things right between them.

Katsuki character i think is very unique. Izuku is just a beautiful character overall.

The relationship between them is something that I never really seen before (i mean I’ve seen stuff with enemies to friends or enemies to lovers) but this is a little different and that’s what I love about it.

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Let’s be real, we always wished it was Izuku because it’s our comfort ship, but seeing this story as external spectators….this won’t work.

Katsuki would’ve to reject Izuku because he didn’t “trust” him (aka accepting how his feelings were valid too and it shouldn’t be scary to accept Izuku’s help), and they’ll put his life in danger even more. It was a question of second, let’s be real (again) Izuku might be hurt by the fact that Katsuki wouldn’t accept his help and see someone else doing it or “taking his place” FOR THE FIRST TIME.

It was new, and I’m sure he suffered, but then deku vs. kacchan 2 happened, and they solved things. It was a difficult phase in their relationship, but it made it more realistic. That’s why I love them and how detailed it is. In the current manga they had to live in the same situation about saving each other they will. Katsuki would accept Izuku’s hands because they worked on it for months (in the manga Timelapse).

It’s different and well done, this makes them more attached and humans. They made mistakes, apologized, and agreed to give each other a “second chance” to start better, which is beautiful. They both complete each other most unexpectedly, and it’s the craziest thing about their relationship, how it feels natural.

I’m truly glad about how their relationship turned and their development <3

Thanks for reading and take care of yourself ! (Sorry for the mistakes)

[theyscreamjade]

I was wondering if you could do Shoto, Izuku, Bakugo, and Kirishima as villains? Like maybe they meet the reader and are basically struggling to comprehend their feelings?

「 Did I make new banner gifs for this? Maybe. Did I go crazy when I saw this? I pled the fifth. THANK YOU ANON for requesting this! How did you know I love BNHA villains? HOW DID YOU KNOW!?~ෆ」

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↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Mention of Gore, Death, & Murder.

⧽ Within his head cannon, I honestly believe each of these characters all started in the usual way..until something.  

⧽ As you’re wondering, what erupted this in our cute green boy? 

⧽ Remember when Kacchan said, “Why don’t you take a swan dive off the side of the building, and maybe in the afterlife you’ll be able to get a quirk in the afterlife?” That kinda took him to the heart, so..he waited until it was late. He snuck out to the roof and started jumping but…no one truly knows what happened.  

⧽ The next day, his stuff was found, and Deku was recreated.  

⧽ You met Deku in the same way most would, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Exhausted and tired, who would’ve thought you’d wound up in some shit with Izuku Midorya. You caught a glimpse of him and a few villains rushing past you before his hand slammed over yours.  

⧽ In seconds, cops swarmed you while his blade pressed against a vital organ. His heart was racing as he stared toward the cops, waiting for a sign or something. They were barking commands and orders, instructing him to let you go.  

⧽ His fingers dug into your skin while he chuckled softly. “Hope you’re ready for a ride~” and then poof, you’re in a cloud of smoke and appeared in a building of some sort.  

⧽ You catch a glimpse of the host that was holding you and immediately you recognize him. The green hair, and…dead eyes? He didn’t look as recognizable as he did in his missing photos. You helped his mother during the searches for him and for years, everyone assumed he was dead.  

⧽ “Surprised? You look as if you know me?” He teased and cutely flicked your nose, that’s how you meet him.  

⧽ You were held for ransom for a day before you were tossed in the exact spot you were taken before and were ordered to go straight home, reassuring your family that you were fine and that you couldn’t tell anyone that Deku was still alive.  

⧽ It’s unexplainable how or even why he fell for you, but he did. When he was out visiting his mom and popping extra cash into her bank account, he found where you lived and decided to stop by.  

⧽ Unlike the thousands of people who would’ve screamed or called the police. 

⧽ You welcome him in, and you get to know the new man that he is. You get to know his past and his life now…and not one bit did you question it.  

⧽ You two started as friends until shit hits the fan with Deku and he comes over at midnight or texts you on your burner phone so you two can see each other. He enjoys having you around.  

⧽ It’s hard for him to comprehend and even process after holding his back for so long, he barely even cries anymore. He’s an unhinged man that isn’t afraid to fuck someone up and can do it strategically.  

⧽ He takes a while, I’d say almost a year, to tell you how he feels. He confesses his feelings when he and the league are wanted for something enormous. He’s staring at the night sky and just takes your hand and tells you. He bursts his feelings out and doesn’t expect an answer without delay.  

⧽ “I’m in love with you and have been for a while now…. but as a heads up, avoid downtown and leave your apartment.” That’s what he leaves you with before he disappears in a cloud of the same smoke.  

⧽ You follow his orders that night…and you’re not caught up in the massive wave that Deku causes with his new quirk that’s stronger than All Might could handle. Buildings are sent to the ground including yours, Kacchan can’t even stop him because he’s watching this beast of someone he once knew.  

⧽ You watched from out of town, staring at the diner which he took you to before. A hand tapped your head, and you looked up to see the green maniac with two cups of coffee in his hand. “H-How are y- “ 

⧽ “Oh? That? It’s a recent Nomu advancement, we copied me…and gave him something I always thought I’d never have. Too bad, I still got it.” He said with a smirk, taking your hand before you teleported away with him, hiding away from the brewing shitstorm to happen. 

⧽ Mister Kacchan became evil after he was kidnapped and held by the villains. He was a part of the school of his dreams and was simply training amongst his mates before everything went crazy.  

⧽ While being held captive, he sees the one person he’d hoped to never see again. With a knife to his neck, Deku suggests ways that he can either die or get the desired forgiveness.  

⧽ They brainwashed the stubborn almost hero, moving fast when All Might tried to bust through the doors.  

⧽ Bakugou isn’t as anger he once was, with his voice finally heard and his passion altered towards a new direction.

⧽ It’s hard to stop the exploding boy who gets exactly what he wants with the help of Shigaraki and others. Twice literally loves him, Compress shoved some manners in his head though he and Toya are another story.  

⧽ He met you through rather funny circumstances, He was going to rob you, but you fought back, and he liked your flame. You were terrified but didn’t want to deal with more shit. He still kinda robbed you, taking your phone and putting his number in it once he got your information.

⧽ Little did he know, you were also a petty little robber.  

⧽ He appeared at your door, holding your phone while you were holding his phone, and All Might wallet while Toya cackles behind him. He entirely underestimated you…and takes you on the ride toward destroying hero society.  

⧽ “…. Ya wanna fuckin destroy hero society and change the way shit is now?”  

⧽ Quirk or Quirkless, You’re a perfect match for Lord Explosion Murder.  

⧽ While he’s causing mayhem, you’re getting the shit needed for Shigaraki and the boss. You’ve collected all the fucked asses shit that heroes have done through the years and exposed every last piece of information.  

⧽ While Deku’s Nomu is out there wreaking havoc, Bakugou’s watching from afar with you. You’ve been with them for a while now.  

⧽ After the first few times you’ve come over and helped the league out, he discovered his feelings that he denied telling you. How can he tell you something like that?  

⧽ As more buildings crumble in front of you two, he starts to say something before he spots a red dot looming over your head. He snatches you off and dives toward the ground before the shot could touch you.

⧽ He hears wings flapping and a sudden gush of wind before he orders you to get behind him. He creates an explosion so large that it takes attention off of the Nomu. With the smoke in the air, you two are running through the abandoned and cheap homes of the worse side of town.  

⧽ You hear his footsteps behind you one second before they disappeared when you entered a dark alley. You saw a pair of white eyes and your heart sank to your chest, reaching into your pocket to pull out a flash bomb. Bakugou warned you about Tokoyami and how he can be, just wasn’t sure how big he was.  

⧽ Your shadow started to become dark before a bunch of red feathers swooped down and started to pull you up. You kicked as much and hard as you could as they collected and silenced your screams. Your body felt crushed, like a caterpillar in a cocoon.  

⧽ Suddenly, your body crashed to the ground, and you saw Bakugou. Hawks were down as Tokoyami; smoke covered the corner you two were in. He began to check you out before engulfing you in a hug. “Don’t scare me like that, dumbass. I was worried.” He said into your shoulder…before he kissed you.  

⧽ And that was the start of something new and the end of the world as heroes once knew it.  

⧽ You’re probably wondering, how in the hell does Shoto Todoroki end up a villain? 

⧽ Welp, Toya came back home one night and seemed revenge. The bandaged-up teen looked towards the reason why he was the way he was…and simply kidnapped Shoto from his own home.  

⧽ Endeavor and everyone lost their shit while Touya carried his youngest brother on his back to the hideout. Shoto was five when he was kidnapped and practically raised by his oldest brother.  

⧽ The original plan was to kill Shoto…but Tomura proved that Shoto had better use and Touya could hurt Endeavor ten times worse.  

⧽ He grows to be a near copy of his oldest brother with a slap of cockiness and manipulation.  

⧽ You met Shoto through the internet, being a tech wizard, and excelling in your studies. Who would’ve thought you’d be kidnapped by a single flame on some stranger’s finger? 

⧽ He took you back and plopped you in front of the newest computers on the market. Touya and Tomura are ready to burn and dust his ass, but he knew what he was doing.

⧽ He saw you leave the heroes’ main headquarters, and he knows of your work within the tech fields. You solved the most locked computer in the world…He’s more than sure that you can do a little hacking.  

⧽ “Come on, Sweetheart. I’m sure you can do a little hacking for me” 

⧽ Boom, You’re in Endeavor’s account and cleaned that bitch out dry. As expected, you’re able to alter it into cards that can’t be traced, leaving Touya and Tomura shocked.  

⧽ You’re quickly appointed in the group without your permission and help them linger and move silently in better areas. You’re given a laptop without a mic or camera but you’re able to work in their favor.  

⧽ It’s hard to explain why you don’t even call for help throughout the chances you’ve got. Toga builds a relationship with you while you and Compress relate to your love for show buzz. Plus, you get along with Touya by annoying the shit out of Spinner.  

⧽ You end up in the sights of Shoto…who’s unsure of what he’s feeling. He’s experienced anger and more than he can figure out, but love was new. It was hard to comprehend even with Kurogiri’s help.  

⧽ He usually spends his days getting underneath your skin, like how guys would when they were younger to show they liked you. This is the best Shoto can do and it’s not even good.  

⧽ It was early in the morning before the Nomu would attack. Bakugou and his crush were heading out while you typed and altered each video to perfect precision.

⧽ Each video from the heroes and every corrupt thing they’ve done was brushed under the rug. You were going to display how fucked everyone was…only if Shoto could stop annoying the shit out of you.  

⧽ He was slurping his soba noodles in your ear, watching you work. “Can I help you?” You’d finally asked him, only to get a smirk out of him.  

⧽ “You’re just so cute when you’re focused and shit.” He mentioned catching you off guard. “It’s one of the many things I like about you.” He admits before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded.  

⧽ During the escape, he might sneak a kiss while sliding you to safety.  

⧽ Kirishima is the most shocking one of all.  

⧽ His reign of terror started after Mina was killed and he was forced to watch as that villain killed them. His hero of all time, Crimson Riot and simply declared their deaths as a spur-of-the-moment situation.  

⧽ He mentioned how Mina shouldn’t have defended her friends and saved herself. It was somewhat of a wake-up call. Originally, he was going to be a simple vigilante.  

⧽ After Bakugou was kidnapped and how the heroes simply gave up, he was devoted to simply fucking shit up.  

⧽ By day, he was a student within the confines of the academy, by night, He’s Blood Riot. He creates his team of bandits that terrorize the city and makes heroes all around disappear.  

⧽ The plan was simple, kill off every hero in the city until there was barely enough for the remaining bunch to handle the massive pile of shit that Nomu was going to bring.  

⧽ But you had to be curious. Heroes were suspecting a backstabber was in the midst…. you never suspected it to be Kirishima.  

⧽ The most positive and sweetest person you’ve ever met wasn’t who you thought he was. You weren’t caught that night, however…He knew that you knew.  

⧽ By the weekend, he had you dangling off the roof with your life in his hands. You’re begging profusely and say you’ll hold his secret if he tells his reasons.

⧽ He pulls you onto the roof, into his room…and plays every single death from the fault of heroes. Videos from decades back to now, as recent as last week…which left a massive impact on you.  

⧽ Is this what heroes truly are? 

⧽ Is this what…you could be? Someone, to take a life while fighting to save lives?  

⧽ A new flame erupts inside you and Kirishima fuels it more.  

⧽ “Glad you finally see what the world doesn’t.” 

⧽ You join in on altering the information, killing the small heroes and sidekicks, and acting as normal as possible.  

⧽ Kirishima was too busy killing with you...to realize how you made him feel. He notices it for a week until his feelings are overwhelming during a session with a hero.

⧽ You swung a baseball bat at them, hitting them at full impact. Their blood soon covered your cheek and Kirishima realized there that he was in love with you.  

⧽ He snatched you over and kissed you, nearly forgetting the fact that there was a nearly dying hero at your feet. You both never question the actions…until the Nomu attack happens. While your ‘friends’ were out there fighting for their lives, you two stood on the sidelines, watching. He looked over at you. 

⧽ “Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me..” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.

⧽ “I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world..and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.”

⧽ “I’m glad you’ve opened my eyes.”

“Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me..” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.

* “I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world..and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.”

* “I’m glad you opened my eyes.”

“Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me...” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.  

“I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world...and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.” 

“I’m glad you opened my eyes.” 

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober Day 25 - Teasing

A/N: this was a request from an anonymous user. thank you, I love writing bakudeku 🧡💚

Summary: bakugou's bored and deku happens to be walking by, so why not have some fun with him?

Characters: lee!deku, ler!bakugou

“Oi, nerd.”

“Yeah, Kacchan?”

“Come over here. I wanna tickle you, I’m bored.”

“WH-WHAT!?”

“You heard me. Oh, don’t give me that face. I know you like it. Now c’mere.”

Deku hesitated. Kacchan wasn’t wrong, but did he really need to be so direct about it??

“I-I… b-but, what if someone else sees??”

They were in the middle of the common room, after all!

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Deku’s entire face turned a deep shade of pink. He groaned.

“Augh! Fine. Just… b-be gentle?”

“Me? Gentle? You serious?”

Deku put his head in his hands. What was he doing??? Was he really about to risk someone walking in on him getting tickled to death right now? I mean, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, but…

Deku silently walked over to the couch and sat in Bakugou’s lab. He leaned back and layed down, covering his red face with his arm. He couldn’t help it. The second Bakugou had said the word, he was hooked. Damn lee mood.

“Alright,” he said, still hiding behind his arm. “Go ahead.” He smiled wide in anticipation, despite himself.

“Go ahead what?” Bakugou took hold of Deku’s arm, revealing his already flustered expression. Bakugou leered down at him.

“D-don’t make me say it…” Deku averted his gaze.

Bakugou slid his free hand underneath Deku’s tee shirt. He held it there.

“P-plehease…”

“I know you can do it,” Bakugou began slowly tracing circles around Deku’s belly button.

“mMMHMHM NOHO! I-I cahan’t, Kacchan!”

“Then I guess we’ll just sit here until you can.”

They both froze.

“B-but I—EEHE! Don’t do that!” Deku squeaked as Bakugou hovered his wiggling fingers over his abdomen.

“Got a ticklish tummy? Huh, nerd?”

“Stahahap!” Deku whined. It was like he could feel it already.

“You’re ridiculous, you know,” Bakugou said as he suddenly squeezed Deku’s hips, just for a second. Deku screamed.

“WHAAA! Nohohooo, you’re so mehean!”

“All you have to do is say you want me to tickle you and I’ll keep going.”

Deku tried. He really did. “C-can you.. Can you, uhm… I, I uh, w-want… you uh, you to, um. To… to ti. To tick. Can. Can you. Kacchan! Kacchan please!”

“I can’t believe this is so hard for you! If you can’t say it you can just get up and—”

“NO! TICKLE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE KACCHAN!!”

“What was that?” Asshole.

“GOD DA—PLEASE TICKLE MEEEYEAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

Bakugou drilled his thumbs into Deku’s hip bones. Deku went into a frenzy. He threw his head back, hugged his torso, and kicked his legs out desperately. It tickled so bad.

“AHAHA NAHAHAHAAA!” he was elated.

“Hmm… How about these thighs here? You got some ticklish thighs too, Deku?”

“NonononoOOHOHO! WHAAHA NOT THE—PPFFFTAAAHAHAHAA!”

“Oho, good spot? You like it when I squeeze here, don’t you? So sensitive, Deku.”

“STAHAHAAAHAP IHIHIT PLEHEHEHEHEEAAAASE! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“Can’t take it? Can’t take what? The tickling or the teasing?”

“TEHEHEHEASIHIHING!”

“Ooh, so you do want me to keep tickle tickle tickling you then, huh? All over your tiiiicklish little body?”

“NAHAHAHAAA! KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Hey, Kaminari, do you hear that? Sounds like Midoriya.” Kiri asked.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think it’s coming from the common room. Wanna go check it out? Make sure he’s okay?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Kacchan, pleheheheease!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.”

Midoriya tried to catch his breath. He didn’t notice Bakugou untying his shoelaces until he felt a warm hand touch his socked foot.

“Ah! Wahahait!”

“Nice All Might socks, nerd,” Bakugou smirked. “Mind if I…”

“Nohohoo!”

Bakugou slowly removed Deku’s socks (which Deku did nothing to stop). Bakugou held Deku’s ankle with one hand and began slowly trailing his fingers up from his heel to the ball of his foot, and then back down.

“EEHEhehEhehehEHEHE!”

“Pfft, dude, you’ve gotta see this,” Kaminari gestured towards the center of the room.

“aaAAHAhahahahAAHAHAHAHA! nohOOhohohoho!!”

“Whoa! Bakubro’s really wrecking the little guy! Should we help?”

“Too risky,” Kaminari shuddered.

“But what if—”

“AAAIIIIEEEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other. Kiri started to head in, but Kami grabbed his arm.

“We can’t!”

“Why not??”

“Because! What if he—you know!”

Kiri laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, sparks.”

“O-okay…”

“Poor poor ticklish Deku, can your little toes not take it?”

Tears pricked the corners of Deku’s eyes. “ahAHAHA it’s sOHO BAAHAHAHAHAD!”

“Bakugou! Be nice to him!”

“Haah? Kirishima?”

Kirishima and Kaminari walked around to the front of the couch to face Bakugou.

“Aren't you b-being a little harsh?” Kami added.

“Pshh. He can take it. What, you want some too, dunce face?”

“NO!”

“G-guys? What’re you—wAAHAHAHA PLEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Kaminari blushed. Bakugou really was ruthless. Deku didn’t appear to be trying to get away, though.

“You two don’t need to be so worried. He doesn’t mind,” Bakugou said, as if he wasn’t making Midoriya lose his mind right now. “Isn’t that right, nerd?” He let up slightly so that Deku could respond.

“Ehehehehe yeahaha, I’m okahahahay you guhuys!”

“If you say so, man,” Kirishima shrugged.

“Okay! We’ll uh, see you guys later!” Kaminari said as he began to leave. Kiri followed.

“You good?” Kirishima asked Denki after they had left.

“Y-yeah! Why d’you ask?”

“You’re pretty flushed, is all.”

“Oh heh, that… I, er, I’ve never heard Bakugou use that tone of voice before.”

“Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“N-no! I, I just wasn't expecting it. That’s all.”

“Right, right,” Kiri nudged him playfully.

Bakugou slowed his pace, gently tickling Deku’s sides now.

“You get so loud.”

“Ihihit tihihihihickles!”

“Oh now you can say it.”

Deku snorted. Bakugou felt his heart swell.

“Shitty nerd,” He patted Deku’s thigh. “Had enough yet?”

Deku nodded and Bakugou stopped. Deku sat back up and wrapped his arms around Kacchan’s torso, nuzzling into him.

“Oi!!”

“Thank you, Kacchan.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but gaze at him fondly.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it.”

[shotos-angelic-whore]

Chasing Shadows ✧ K. Bakugo (1)

CW: death of a major character, death by suicide, a lot of depressing thoughts, depression all around, if I missed anything: lmk

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x dead fem!reader

THIS WEEK HAS BEEN long, painful and exhausting.

MONDAY was like any other day: go to class, take notes, spar training with classmates, then head back to the dorms for some much needed rest.

Once in the dorms: Katsuki headed to his girlfriend’s room. She wasn’t in class today so he took notes for her and got her homework.

When he knocked on her door, there was no answer.

“[Y/n]?” He asked through the door. No response.

“[Y/n], it’s Katsuki.” Once again, no response.

He figured she was sleeping, so he slowly opened the door to leave the notes and homework on her desk. When he placed the notebook on her desk, he saw something in her bathroom in his peripheral.

He pushes the door open, his eyes widening and tears immediately brimming the moment he sees her.

He’s by her side in an instant. “[Y/n]?” He questions desperately, his hands cupping her face.

She’s cold.

“[Y/n], please.” He cries. “Wake up.” His voice was soft as he pulls her limp body into his chest.

As he does so, a bottle falls out of her right hand. He picks it up, her still against his chest.

“No…” he lets out breathily as he reads the bottle. The sleeping pills she was prescribed for her insomnia. It had just been refilled; he was the one who picked up the prescription. So why was the bottle empty? “What did you do?!” He throws the bottle, pulling her back to his chest and holding her dead weight.

“Wake up, [Y/n]!” He cries, his fingers entangled in her hair and hot tears streaming down his face. “WAKE UP GODDAMNIT! WAKE UP!”

“Bakugo, is everything-” Ashido enters the scene, her hands flying to her mouth as she takes in what she’s seeing. “What-” she blinks a few times and pinches her arm, as if she’s having a very vivid nightmare. But when she reopens her eyes, and sees her best friend’s dead body in Bakugo’s arms; she knew it was real.

Ashido falls to her knees, her arms wrapped around herself as she sobs. “NO!” She screams.

Kirishima was next to rush into the room when he heard his girlfriend scream. “Mina! Are you-” he stops mid sentence at the scene in front of him. “GUYS!” He screams, getting everyone in the vicinity’s attention.

Midoriya, Jiro, Kaminari and Todoroki come rushing into the room. “Kirishima?! Is everything OK?” Midoriya questions quickly.

“No,” Katsuki cries. “[Y/n], baby, please.” He begs, pushing hair out of her face and placing his forehead against her cold one. “Wake up. You can’t leave me. We have so much to do. Please, princess.” He cries, his tears landing on her face.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya approaches Katsuki.

“GO AWAY, DEKU!” He screams.

“Bakugo,” Todoroki says, trying to keep his own emotions under control.

“Kacchan, come on,” Midoriya grabs Katsuki’s shoulder.

“DONT TOUCH ME!” Katsuki screams, shoving Midoriya off.

“Bakugo,” —says Aizawa— “come on.”

Katsuki ignores everyone, crying as he holds his world in his arms. “Just a couple more minutes. I’ll bring her downstairs soon. Just— give us a minute. Please.” His voice was weak from all the crying, his tear ducts pretty much empty at this point.

Everyone leaves the room; Kirishima, Midoriya, and Todoroki stand outside the dorm room door just to be on the safe side.

“Why?” Katsuki questions softly, caressing [Y/n]’s cold face and rubbing his thumb against her cheek. “I love you, [Y/n].” He places his forehead against her’s again. “Why’d you have to go?”

MONDAY WAS LIKE ANY other day. Until it wasn’t.

©️shotos-angelic-whore

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[mysterymissteary]

Snapshots of Twin Stars AU | BKDK | married!bkdk | domestic fluff

Chapter Three: Lazy Day

Married couple Izuku and Katsuki spend a day at home on their day off.

For the first time in what seems like forever, the Wonder Duo have a day off together. And Izuku for one, plans to not do anything.

Usually Kacchan would be up by 5, get a morning jog in, make breakfast and bentos for both of them, wake Izuku up, usually gently but if Izuku doesn't wake up after a few tries, a kick in the ass works, listen to Izuku's sleepy mumbles about whatever dream he has, shower together, then head to work.

Sometimes Kacchan or Izuku would have a team up with some other hero, usually one of their friends, but usually they'd work together. They are the Wonder Duo. They're always a matching pair.

But today, they have off. And today, Izuku is not letting Kacchan get out of bed until at least noon. He's wrapped his powerful legs around Kacchan like a clingy octopus, holding onto him as much as his much smaller body allows. Kacchan isn't moving today.

Kacchan's beautiful face scrunches up as he starts to wake.

Katsuki goes to stretch his arms and he finds that something is restraining him. He opens his eyes to see Izuku, wrapped around him, looking at him with a sleepy smile. He should have known.

"Hi, Kacchan." How is the nerd so chipper?

"Hi." Katsuki's voice is deep and scratchy. He watches Izuku's cheeks turn red. Oh he likes that huh? "Let go'a me, 'Zu."

"Till death, Kacchan." The nerd wraps tighter around him, and he swears he sees Black Whip in the corner of his eye sneaking around his legs.

"That doesn't apply to wakin' up, dip shit. You want food or not?"

The nerd is quiet, as if he's thinking. Food would be nice. But... they hardly have time for cuddles lately. Katsuki knows damn well that's what he's thinking.

"Do you think I can use Black Whip to cook from here?"

"Deku get your freckled ass outta bed!" Katsuki pushes Izuku's face away from his. Izuku laughs and releases his beloved Kacchan. Reluctantly.

"Rude, my love. Very rude." Katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. He sits up and rubs his hand through his wild, pale hair.

"You knew that when you accepted my name."

Izuku sighs dreamily. He flops over on his back, spreading his arms out with a dopey smile. "Izuku Bakugou. I feel so blessed to have Kacchan's name."

The golden morning sun is gleaming off of his beautiful tan skin, accentuating every little star on his cheeks and shoulders. His smile.... Katsuki would kill a man without a second thought to protect that damn smile. Katsuki can't help the small sleepy smirk that comes to his face.

"Whatever, dweeb. We'll warm up some rice and miso. Get back over here."

Izuku might as well have super speed with how he launches himself at his much larger husband. Immediately Izuku's nuzzling into Katsuki's neck, pressing sweet little kisses there.

Katsuki's arms envelop him and bring him close, inhaling the scent of the shampoo he used the night before. Something strawberry.

Izuku lets out a soft hum, resting his head on Katsuki's chest. He places a kiss to the scar there. Katsuki knows Izuku will never stop praising his scars. Especially those from the war.

Something he and the nerd has in common. They both have scars from protecting each other. Scars neither regret. But they hold bittersweet feelings. Feelings of "I can't lose you" and "thank you for loving me" all at once.

A while back, Katsuki watched Izuku's face fall and guilt fill his emerald eyes every time he looked at Katsuki shirtless. Large starbursts dotted across his chest and ribs. And the angry pink explosion in the center of his chest. But even with that sad look on his face, the nerd always went out of his way to call Katsuki handsome. Katsuki hated that look.

Somewhere in their second year, Katsuki stares to realize that a lot of Izuku's scars were because of him. Crooked fingers from fighting him without giving up, thick lines on his palms from trying to rescue him way back then, and the one that fucking gutted Katsuki when he realized what it was. A smaller burn scar on his shoulder. Just big enough to fit teenage fingers. And Katsuki starts to understand the look in the nerds eyes.

Over the years, Izuku's eyes showed less and less guilt and sadness. He looks at Katsuki's scars with love and gratitude. Because they're proof that Katsuki loves him. And Katsuki kisses each one of Izuku's scars every time he gets the chance.

Katsuki's hands rub up and down his husband's bare back, holding him like someone might take him away. He's thinking of staying like this all day. Fuck breakfast.

"I love you, Kacchan. Endlessly." The nerds voice is so soft and so full of admiration.

Katsuki answers with a deep "Mhn." And Izuku knows what he means. He loves this reckless little dweeb so fucking much. He doesn't need to say it.

Izuku giggles. "Such a way with words, Kacchan." He teases. "But you don't have to say it. I know."

"You don't gotta sound so smug about it, ya little shit." Katsuki chuckles, squeezing Izuku's sides, making Izuku gasp and try to escape his hands by wiggling away.

"Kacchan! No tickles this early."

"It's ten."

"Early for normal people. Maybe not cranky old men." Oh the nerd is in for it. Katsuki goes in for the attack, assaulting Izuku's exposed ribs. Izuku squeals and desperately tries to push Katsuki's hands away.

"K-kacchan! D-dont! Stop it!" He laughs. That beautiful bell like laughter Katsuki loves for. So Katsuki doesn't stop. He continues as Izuku tries to squirm and roll out of his grasp. But no one can ever escape the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's ruthless grasp. Not even his adorable husband.

"Who's the cranky old man, hah?!"

"I-Im sorry I'm sorry! K-kacchan please!"

Finally, Katsuki decides the nerd has been punished enough. He lets Izuku catch his breath as his giggles die down.

"Kacchan's so mean." He turns his body to face Katsuki. But his smile doesn't match his words.

"Yeah? Mean must be your type then." He smirks, leaning his head on his propped up arm.

"I think my type is just Kacchan." Izuku leans his head up to give Katsuki a kiss. Soft and sweet. "It's only ever been Kacchan." A hand reaches up to rest on Katsuki's cheek. And Katsuki's shrived up, cold ass heart fills with love. His smirk softens.

"You're such a loser." He says fondly, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous Izuku looks when he's content like this. He can't fucking believe that he gets to wake up to this every day. Kiss this man when he comes home from a bad day. Comfort this man when he has a bad day of his own. He doesn't deserve this kind, amazing man.

But he'd also rather die than see Izuku with anyone else. Fuck that.

When he's done admiring his personal little treasure, Katsuki turns his head to kiss the nerds palm resting on his cheek. He yanks the blankets off of himself and pushes his body to sit up. He hears Izuku whine.

"Shut it, dweeb. We can't lay in bed and make out all day."

"Yes we can. We totally can. You're just depriving me of affection. Meanie."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, standing and stretching. He doesn't have to look at Izuku to know he's staring at Katsuki's broad, muscular back.

'Keep your eyes on me, nerd. Never take your eyes off me.' Katsuki smirks to himself. He relishes in Izuku's obsession with his body and his quirk. He's loves it. And he's equally as obsessed with the nerd. He won't deny that.

But he's starting to get hungry. And he knows if he doesn't feed the nerd now, Izuku will forget to eat. Katsuki finds a pair of pants and heads out of the bedroom.

He takes a plastic leftovers container of miso from last night's dinner from the fridge. He also takes out some leftover rice and a carton of eggs. He'll warm up the leftovers and make some tamagoyaki. That should tide them over.

He'll make a bigger lunch for them. Maybe order something nice for dinner. Or maybe go eat out. But that would run the risk of being recognized as the top two heroes.

As he's cracking eggs into a long rectangular pan for the tamagoyaki, he feels a pair of warm, muscular arms hug his torso, his husband's cheek resting on his shoulder blades.

So the nerd has finally gotten out of bed. Katsuki probably would have served him his breakfast in bed if he didn't. Saves him the trouble. "Really couldn't be away from me for 10 minutes?"

Izuku hums. "You know I can't, Kacchan."

"Loser." Katsuki laughs. His golden wedding band clinks against the ceramic bowl he uses to warm up the rice. "What do you want in your rice, baby?"

"Furikake."

"Obviously. What kind?" Katsuki's gonna put a fuck load of chili oil and garlic in his.

"Salmon and nori, please." Katsuki opens their seasoning cabinet, one of Katsuki's most prized collections, and reaches for their many furikake flavors. Then he spots something is off. He grabs the offending object. It's a small bottle of seasoning with a blue cartoon character on it. Katsuki definitely didn't buy this. "Izuku, why the fuck do we have Doraemon furikake?"

He can feel the nerd tense up and curl a bit into Katsuki's back. "Because it's cute, Kacchan." He pouts.

"When did you even get this, you little shit?" He doesn't remember a time when Izuku went to the store by himself. They usually go together or have groceries delivered.

Which means Izuku must have picked it up on his way home one day. He feels soft lips kiss his back.

"Are you mad at me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki sighs, sprinkling the seasoning on Izuku's rice.

"No, baby. Not mad at all. You want things, buy things. But you don't gotta hide them." He uses a pair of chopsticks to roll the egg into tamagoyaki, pouring more egg to make the roll larger and lets it cook. "Never hide from me."

"I'll tell you next time, Kacchan. Promise."

"Good. Now go wash your hands, nerd. Breakfast is almost done."

"Okay, my love." As Izuku passes him to head to the sink, Katsuki makes sure to give him a smack right on that round ass. How could he not? It's right there in his face.

Izuku scrunches his nose at him, but continues what he's doing. That's when Katsuki notices that Izuku had put on one of his shirts. It's far too big for him and falls off one of his shoulders. It's a black t-shirt with the words "Fuck around and find out" and a skeleton hand holding up a middle finger. One of his favorites. That little shit. He looks damn fine in it though.

The nerd seems to catch a whiff of the food. "Kacchan, you're making tamagoyaki? Smells so good!" He dries his hands and goes to the cabinets to get their dishes. As he reaches up, Katsuki has the pleasure of seeing just a peak of Izuku's All Might briefs. And his gods given thighs that can crush a man. Katsuki has to focus in order to not burn the eggs.

Smaller dishes for the sides and their rice bowls. Chopsticks of course. And shiruwan, or soup bowls for the miso. Izuku dutifully and lovingly helps him plate the meal, humming as he does so.

Katsuki snorts. He wonders if Izuku must have been a wife in his past life. He better damn well as been his husband though.

He can imagine himself as a shogun. The best of course. A strong military leader with a powerful army. And Izuku as his equally as powerful wife. He probably was offered tons of concubines, but he wouldn't give half of a shit about them. Only Izuku.

Any universe, any era, only Izuku.

The last of the food is prepared, and Katsuki cuts the tamagoyaki into equal size rectangles and sets them on a tray. Izuku helps him set the table with the food and they sit to eat.

Izuku folds his hands in a prayer. "Thank you for the food." He smiles brightly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and picks up his chopsticks.

"Just eat, dork."

The meal is pretty good by Katsuki's standards. Mixing the rice with seasoning and nori really made it come together. After breakfast, they gather the plates to clean.

"I'll do the dishes, Kacchan. Since you cooked. You should shower first so it's nice and hot."

"Hah?! You're saying I stink?"

"No, Kacchan. But considering what we spent a lot of last night doing, we should both shower." He can see Izuku's cheeks turn pink from where he is. Even the back of his neck.

"Why shower now, if we're just gonna do it again?"

"Kacchan!" Izuku turns to face him, puffing his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Just thinking ahead." Katsuki snorts. "I'll shower. But I'll wait for you to get done." Izuku's face softens.

"Okay, Kacchan." The nerd turns toward the sink again to finish the dishes. Katsuki better get the towels in the warmer.

While the nerd does his thing, Katsuki heads to the bathroom. He lights some scented candles. Just because. Not at all because he wants to smooze his husband. It's not like he needs to. The nerd has a hard time keeping his hands off him.

Katsuki gets their shower ready, starting the water so it can get warm.

"Love? Oh! The candles are such a nice touch, Kacchan." Izuku looks around with a soft smile. "Are you trying to seduce me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki puts their matching monogrammed fluffy robes on the hooks so he can embrace his husband. "I can't just do somethin' nice for my nerd?"

"You do lots of nice things for me, Kacchan. That's not what I meant." Izuku lifts himself to his tiptoes to kiss Katsuki's cheek. "The candles are lovely, sweetheart. Thank you."

"Waters ready."

"You spoil me, Kacchan. You really do." Izuku gives him a real kiss this time before starting to undress. Katsuki leans on the wall as he watches Izuku lift Katsuki's favorite shirt off of his battle hardened body. His scars a vibrant pale against his tanned, freckled skin.

His hips and stomach hold a bit of softness, but his thighs were carved by the ancient Greeks. His arms not quite as muscular, since most of his fighting is done with his legs. But all of him is gorgeous.

Izuku had always been pretty. Katsuki was a fool and a bastard for not seeing it sooner.

Izuku gives him a look over his shoulder as he stands nude before Katsuki. "Are you going to stare all day, Kacchan?" His tone is light and teasing.

Katsuki pushes himself off of the wall. "What? I can't look at my own husband?" Izuku approaches him, placing his scarred hands on the waistband of Katsuki's sweatpants. His thumbs hook under the elastic and start to pull downward slowly.

"It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one that gets to look, my dear Kacchan." The nerds eyes peer seductively up at him through thick, dark lashes. Katsuki feels his husband's warm hands on his hips, then the loss of his pants as they fall to the floor. He feels hands squeeze his ass.

"You little fucker." Katsuki smirks, swiping the nerds hands away to hold them captive above Izuku's head. "Am I just a piece of meat to you, hah?!"

Izuku giggles. They've played this game before. "No, Kacchan. Promise."

"Think you can do whatever you want, huh?" Katsuki moves him backward inch by inch, into the shower. Izuku squeaks as water starts to hit his shoulders and hair.

"Kacchan's body is just so perfect! Can't help but touch!" He laughs still as Katsuki grins.

"Then I get to do whatever I want too, huh.. I-zu-ku?" He accentuates each syllable slowly. He knows exactly what it does to the nerd.

Izuku's eyes widen, then he bites his lip as he flushes. "Kacchan..."

"Ya know what I wanna do, Izuku?"

"What, my love?" Izuku's voice was soft and heavy at the same time. Heavy with want. But soft with love and trust.

"I want you to bathe, stinky." Katsuki holds Izuku under the stream of water. Izuku yells, then laughs.

"So mean, Kacchan!" Katsuki works on wetting Izuku's thick, green curls, massaging his fingers through them.

"Stay still, dweeb." Izuku obeys, looking up at Katsuki with big, loving eyes. His arms hug Katsuki's waist as he allows his husband to clean him.

"I'm so blessed."

"You say that 50 times a day, nerd."

"I mean it every time." Katsuki lathers Izuku's hair with curl balanced hydrating shampoo. Izuku needed to use a specific kind of shampoo or his hair would be dry and unmanageable.

Lucky for the nerd, he has a damn good husband willing to do the dirty work in order to keep his ass in gear.

"Yeah? You really feel blessed?"

"Of course. I'm married to Kacchan. Who takes such good care of me." Katsuki's hands pause.

It wasn't always like that. And the guilt still creeps up on him some times. He owes it to Izuku to care for him like this. To pamper him.

"You take care of me too, nerd. More than I deserve."

Izuku's eyes flash with defiance, his brow furrowing. "Kacchan, dont. I know what you're thinking. I know you too well. We both deserve to be loved. You taught me that."

Katsuki snorts. He rinses the shampoo out of Izuku's hair, pushing his hair back as he does. "How did an asshole like me teach you something like that?"

Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to get soap in his face. "By-" Katsuki covers his mouth before he can finish.

"Unless you wanna eat shampoo, shut your mouth for a second, dork." He guides the water away from Izuku's face with his hands. He can see every freckle, every laugh line. Izuku is so beautiful.

"There. Now talk." Izuku's big, green, doe eyes open and he smiles at Katsuki like he's worth the entire world.

"Thank you, Kacchan~ Let me get you now." Katsuki was far too tall for Izuku to reach his hair. But Izuku has Float to help him.

Which brings something to mind. "If your little ass can fly, why do you make me reach the top shelf?! Hah?!" He grabs ahold of Izuku's cheek and pulls on it.

"Ouch! It's cuz I like when you lean over me! Leggo, Kacchan!" Izuku rubs his cheek when Katsuki releases him. He glares up at Katsuki but there's no real heat behind it.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Katsuki can't say he blames him though. Katsuki himself likes when he can get things for Izuku. Help him in some way. Even small things like making his bentos or reaching things for him.

"You like a challenge, Kacchan." Izuku giggles. His feet lift off the shower floor as he begins to wet Katsuki's hair. Not like Katsuki has much. After they graduated, he started cutting his hair shorter on the sides. Easier to manage and less risk of it getting in his face in battle.

But just enough on top for the nerd to run his hands through.

Katsuki's hands hold onto Izuku's waist as he looks up at his floating husband. Lazy smile on his lips. Izuku hums what sounds suspiciously like the All Might theme song as he soaps up and washes Katsuki's hair. Katsuki's eyes never once leave Izuku's face.

He has words to say. But he's never been good at words. So he just grunts softly. Izuku will understand. He always does.

He watches Izuku's smile grow. "I love you too, Kacchan. Lean your head back so I can rinse it out." Katsuki does, closing his eyes finally.

He feels the water run down his back. And feels Izuku's practiced hands brushing his hair back. Izuku is extra careful to not get soap in Katsuki's eyes. Not like Katsuki gives a shit if it does get in his eyes.

But the fact that Izuku loves him that much, it's something Katsuki holds onto. Back in high school, he would have snapped at Izuku, thinking that the nerd thought that he was weak and helpless.

But now... Now he knows that Izuku does these things not because he thinks Katsuki can't do it for himself, but because he loves him. Sometimes it's still hard for Katsuki to accept kindness. But he's working on it.

"All done, Kacchan!" Izuku starts to lower himself back onto the floor, with Katsuki's help.

"You did good, nerd." Katsuki lifts Izuku's chin with his finger. The nerds eyes widened and sparkled, filling with love. Katsuki decides to reward him with a soft kiss.

He can feel his husband melt, returning the kiss without hesitation. When Katsuki breaks the kiss, Izuku is a mushy lovestruck mess. And Katsuki enjoys the effect he has from just a little kiss.

"Lets wash up, nerd. So we can watch somethin'."

"Okay, Kacchan. Cuddles too, right?"

"Maybe." He already knows he'll end up giving Izuku exactly what he wants. Holding his husband while watching some dorky hero documentary doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day off.

[intheticklecloset]

Take This, Deku! (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: It's been almost three weeks since Bakugou warned Deku to watch his back, yet nothing has come of the threat. When Deku finally confronts his friend about it, things don't exactly go the way he imagined they would...

A/N: SURPRISE!! >:D At long last, the highly anticipated and heavily requested next installment in the "Give Up!" storyline! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 2,031

Warning: Light, consensual bondage

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Deku was getting nervous.

It had been nearly three weeks since Class 1-A’s road trip to meet pro heroes in other prefectures and train with them. Nearly three weeks since Bakugou had told him he’d better watch his back. Well, he’d been watching. Perhaps a little too closely, but he knew his friend, and he knew that he’d follow through on that threat eventually. The longer it took, the more it messed with him. The more jumpy he got.

By the time one week had passed, he’d gotten antsy. By the time two were over, he was in a terrible lee mood. Sure, others in the class tickled him, too, but there was something different about Bakugou tickling him to death. There was a rivalry there that didn’t exist between him and the others – an ongoing battle to see which of them would come out on top once and for all. For now, Deku held the trophy. He’d gotten the blonde to beg him for mercy. It was his turn now. His turn to laugh until he couldn’t breathe and had to surrender the trophy back to Bakugou.

Only, it had been nearly three weeks.

And Bakugou hadn’t so much as looked at him.

No knowing looks. No teasing smirks. No wiggling fingers. No acknowledgement whatsoever. There was absolutely nothing, and it was making Deku nervous.

One Saturday afternoon while most of the class was outside enjoying the weather before it turned chilly, Deku passed through the living room and saw Bakugou sitting alone, watching TV. He paused. Should he say something? Or would that only make things worse? Was he playing right into the blonde’s hands by asking why he hadn’t attacked yet?

After a long moment of debate, Deku decided he’d rather take the risk and approached Bakugou, clearing his throat to make his presence known. “Hey…Kacchan?”

“What do you want, nerd?” Bakugou grumbled. “I’m busy.”

“Are you…” Deku trailed off, hesitated, then found his resolve and asked, “Are you going to come after me or not?”

Bakugou finally looked at him then, staring him down hard. There was no indication in his eyes or facial features as to what he was thinking. Finally he scoffed and looked away again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, stupid Deku?”

The words were harsh, and they hit Deku like a ton of bricks. He felt something inside him crush under the weight of them. All of his worries suddenly felt as though they’d been confirmed. I pushed him too far last time. I made him mad and now he won’t tickle me ever again. And after we’d finally begun to have tickle fights again…what have I done?

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” he whispered before turning on his heel and sprinting away, tears flowing down his cheeks before he even made it to his room. He wasn’t aware that behind him, Bakugou had turned in surprise at the silent apology, staring after him as he took off with confusion and a hint of guilt on his face.

Still, the blonde didn’t chase after him. He merely turned back to the TV and let the hours roll by.

*

That evening, just before dinner, Deku startled when his door opened without warning – no knock, no voice calling out. He was lying on his bed facing the wall, but when he rolled over and saw Bakugou closing the door behind him as he entered he sat up in surprise. “K-Kacchan?”

“Lay back down, you idiot,” Bakugou grumbled, holding up two neckties in one hand as he approached. “I’m about to give you the tickling of your life.”

Deku’s eyes widened. His heart beat frantically against his ribs. “W-Wait…b-but aren’t you mad at me?”

“Is that what you think?” Bakugou shoved him back onto his bed and grabbed one of his wrists, binding it to the headboard with one of the ties. “Just because I haven’t pounced on you in a couple of weeks? I was trying to build up the anticipation, but judging by your reaction earlier I guess I waited too long for you, eh, nerd?”

Deku could hardly believe he was letting Bakugou tie him up like this – but then again, both of them knew he could get out if he really wanted to, and besides that, he trusted his friend. He’d let it happen…for now.

“W-Why did you ignore me for three weeks? I…I thought you were upset with me for what happened last time…”

“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I?” Bakugou finished tying his other arm above him and then straddled him, smirking. “You know I keep my promises.”

“Wait!” Deku cried before he could start, making the blonde pause with his fingers above his ribs. “You’re…you’re really not mad?”

“I’m not mad, you moron. If anything I’m impressed you had the guts to do that to me, knowing it would be so much worse for you now.” With that the explosive teen wasted no more time and dug his fingers into Deku’s ribs, grinning when his victim yelped with giggles and squirmed – but didn’t bring his arms down. “Ah, this is much easier than having to pin you down all the time. I should tie you up every time I tickle you, stupid Deku.”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Deku pleaded, flustered but elated to finally be getting what he knew was going to be one of the worst tickle tortures he’d ever endured in his life. “Kahahahahahahacchan, this isn’t fahahahahahahair!”

“Oh, I don’t even want to hear it about fair.” Bakugou dug into his unprotected underarms, making Deku throw his head back and shriek with laughter. “Not after you tickled me until I couldn’t breathe under that stupid bed just because I actually swallowed my pride and asked you for help for once. Just a reminder to never rely on you, of all people.”

Though he was busy laughing and squirming, Deku could tell Bakugou was only teasing. His words held no malice; in fact, they sounded playful. It made him feel leagues better, allowing him to relax and enjoy the tickling before it became too extreme and he would – as his friend had threatened – plead for mercy as though his life depended on it.

For a few minutes the only sound in the room was the greenette’s laughter, alternating between soft giggles and squeaky cackles as Bakugou alternated spots, dragging his fingers down his ribs, squeezing his sides, scratching his underarms.

“Nothing to say now?” Bakugou finally asked teasingly, scooting back a little to straddle his legs, pinning his knees to the bed. “I’ll show you to give me the silent treatment after running off crying like that. Take this, Deku!”

“Ah! No, wahahahahahahait! Kacchan wahahaHAHAHAHAIT!!” Deku screamed as the blonde found his hips and started drilling mercilessly, forcing him to laugh uncontrollably and thrash as much as possible with his arms bound above his head. “KACCHAN, YOUR TIHIHIHIHIHIHIES!! I’LL BREHEHEHEHEAK THEM!!”

“So? They’re old ones from middle school. I chose them on purpose since I don’t need them anymore.” He grinned at the hysterics he was causing, never letting up. “You break them, I stop tickling. Consider that your safe word. Until then, I will not stop. Even if you’re begging me to stop, I will never. Stop. Tickling. You. To. Death.”

“KAHAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN…!!”

And then it began. The tickle torture Deku had been waiting for – anticipating – for nearly three weeks was finally assaulting his senses, lighting up his nervous system, pulling laugh after screaming laugh out of him beyond his control. What was worse was the fact that his arms were bound above him, keeping him open and exposed for Bakugou’s easy access, and the blonde took full advantage of it.

Underarms, hips, ribs, feet, sides and back up again – over and over – until Deku was crying laughing and wheezing out breathless pleas for it to stop, for his friend to show him mercy, and all the while Bakugou just grinned and kept tickling and tickling and tickling.

Deku didn’t know how much time had passed when the blonde honed in on his worst of worst spots – the place where his hips met his thighs, the place that made him laugh so hard his laughter turned silent. He squeezed his eyes shut and tugged weakly at his restraints and gasped for breath between each round of unbearably ticklish shockwaves, and he knew he was reaching his limit, but he was having way too much fun to break free. So the tickles just kept coming, and Deku just kept enduring.

Mercifully, Bakugou never focused on his death spot for long. Several seconds at a time at most, but then he’d move on to another spot, letting him catch his breath and babble out incoherent pleas for him to stop, all of which the blonde drank in with satisfaction, having just as much fun as his childhood friend with this insane tickle war they’d begun together.

“I want you to know I’m not mad,” Bakugou said at one point, still tickling, as though he didn’t care whether Deku actually comprehended what he was saying. “Tickling me while I was stuck like that was unbearable and totally cheating, but I’m not mad about it. It just gave me a good excuse to absolutely wreck you, so I hope you’re proud of yourself. I am.” He muttered the last words quietly, more to himself than to his poor victim, who was still laughing uncontrollably at his constant, precise, ticklish touches.

“KACCHAN, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Deku cried, tears streaming down his face, tugging a little harder at his restraints now. “NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! PLEASE, KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“No way, Deku. I told you I wouldn’t stop no matter how much you beg. We both know you can break out of this anytime you want to. So break out already, if you can’t take it anymore. Show me you give up. I want to watch you submit to me.”

Bakugou tickled him for another several minutes, honestly impressed with the greenette’s stamina. He didn’t know how long they’d been going either, but he had to imagine it was close to forty-five minutes by now. How in the heck some of his classmates could take this kind of intense tickling was beyond him.

Then there was a loud snapping sound and suddenly Deku’s arms were flying down to push his hands away from his hips, clawing at him desperately, still laughing with mirthful tears dampening his face.

“Finally,” the blonde muttered, coming to a stop. He kept his friend pinned to the bed, smirking down at him. “You may never win our tickle fights, but dang if it isn’t hard to break you, you stupid nerd.”

Deku giggled, sounding loopy even to himself. “Thahahahahank you.”

“It was only a half compliment. Mostly I think you’re insane.”

“I knohohohohow.”

Bakugou took a stray piece of one of his ties and pulled at it, bringing Deku’s arm up with it. “So are you better now? No more sulking because I waited a little longer than usual?”

Deku blushed but nodded, still smiling wide. “Thank you, Kacchan.”

“Quit getting sentimental,” Bakugou snapped, scowling, instantly back to his normal self as he shoved off of Deku’s bed and stood up, stretching. “Don’t know how you’re going to beat me after this one, nerd, but I’ll be amused to watch you try.”

“Y-You…still haven’t kept your promise, though,” Deku managed.

Bakugou’s eyes snapped to him. “Excuse me?”

“I remembered All Might…through all of that…” The greenette smiled at him. “So you’ll have to do better next time.”

Bakugou couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at him, dumbfounded, then threw his hands in the air and stomped toward the door. “You are the absolute dumbest person I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Kacchan, wait!”

“What now?!”

Deku groaned as he sat up, his shoulders already aching. He knew he’d feel it bad tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He beamed at the blonde glaring at him from the doorway. “Thank you. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome, nerd,” Bakugou spat, trying to hide his own smile as he yanked open the door and slammed it behind him, yelling as he went. “Now shut up and rest!”

[dynyamight]

#116 bkdk please 🥰

send me a writting ask

116. “I’m right here.”

Nightmares. Midoriya feels embarrassed to even admit he still has them.

Ochako had told him that was perfectly normal. “Heroes aren’t high and almighty, Deku. We struggle, cry, and experience loss. Why wouldn’t we have nightmares, either?”

“I have nightmares too, Midoriya-san.” Iida had confessed to him, “But, they don’t make us weak. They fuel us to stay strong and brave.”

Todoroki felt the most convincing to Midoriya. “I have them. Almost every other night.”

“Oh.” Midoriya barely voiced, feeling a little intrusive. He adjusted his phone in his hand, trying to dispel the stiff air he felt in the call.

“Yeah.” On Todoroki’s end, Midoriya heard a bit of shuffling. “If you feel like you’re the only person in the world who deals with the worst of them, you’re not. I’m there with you.”

“Do you know anything to make them disappear?”

“If I did, don’t you think I would have stopped having them?”

“Sorry. You’re completely right.” Midoriya sighed, long and defeated. “I just hate bothering people with these calls.”

“There’s nothing wrong with calling me.” Todoroki offered softly. “I get it. It also helps me to talk it out with someone, too.”

Midoriya hummed, left feeling disappointed in his gut. He knows Todoroki, as well as the rest of his closest friends, are willing to deal with his phone calls. But, he wants them to stop. The nightmares.

They always leave him in a cold sweat, gasping for air. No matter how strong he got, no matter how many villains he took down, or how much the public adornes him with glory and applause, the nightmares break him.

They belittle him. They mock him. They dare him with the deaths of his loved ones. They taunt him with deaths of his own. They curse him with images of not saving enough, or saving no one at all.

All for One. He continues to haunt him, the moment he closes his eyes and falls in a slumber. And, it leaves Midoriya frustratingly holding back tears, wanting him to leave his essence.

And, tonight was another one of those nights. Padding down barefoot, Midoriya walks out of his bedroom and into the living space. There’s a damp towel around his neck, soaking the sweat he built up from his recent nightmare.

In his hands, his cell phone was held tight.

He doesn’t want to call Todoroki, or Ochako, or Iida. He doesn’t want to stress out his mother any more than she needs to. All Might deserves a peaceful night of his own, free from Midoriya’s rambles. And, Midoriya simply didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk with anyone else.

Except, maybe there was one. Midoriya groans, slumping down on his couch.

He looks down at the phone in his hands, its screen glowing. There was a contact name blaring at him back, beckoning him to press the call button.

Midoriya hates the way his exhausted mind easily talks to him into pressing it. He hates the way he puts the phone to his ear, as if he hopes the call is picked up. He hates the way his heart beats frantically in his chest, wanting to hear that familiar voice.

Midoriya hopes his call is ignored.

“Who the fuck is this?”

His voice gets caught in his throat. Midoriya feels the burning of embarrassment suddenly engulf him, like a wildfire.

Bakugou never looks at the contact name, before answering any calls, Midoriya knows. And, he knows that if he were to say anything, Bakugou would know it’s him.

But, he can’t even breathe right now. He immediately regrets everything. Bakugou could be working, patrolling. Bakugou could have been sleeping. Bakugou could have been enjoying time by himself. Or with others.

God, he could be with people right now, and Midoriya’s wanting to talk about his nightmares. How embarrassing. How weak of him.

“Hello?” Bakugou’s voice echoes. “Hello?”

Midoriya chokes, tears falling down his cheeks. “S-Sorry.”

He hangs up.

And, just as fast as he ends the call, his phone is ringing.

It’s almost laughable. If it wasn’t for the brittle heart he had currently, Midoriya would have been smiling at the way Bakugou was urgently calling back. But, instead, he felt terrible, making Bakugou stressed.

Tentatively, Midoriya answers the call, quickly wiping his tears. “K-Kacchan—”

“Where are you? Now.” Bakugou’s concern booms.

Midoriya shakes his head. “I’m home. Safe.”

“You hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.”

There’s a moment of silence on Bakugou’s end. “..The fuck you crying about?” He suddenly asks, bluntly.

“It’s—” Midoriya groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing.”

“Hell, it’s nothing.” Bakugou scoffs, “You fucking called me during my shift.”

Of course he did. “You should go back, then.”

“Nah, I got it covered. ‘Sides, it ain’t eventful, tonight.”

“You need to go back to work, Kacchan. It’s important.” Midoriya chastises.

“Yeah, well, so are you.”

That prickles some tears. Sniffing, Midoriya furiously rubs his eyes, frantically trying to keep them dry. The stuffiness in his nose returns, making his voice sound muffled. “I had a nightmare. That’s all.”

“You used to have shitty nightmares, when we were younger.”

“I never outgrew them.” Midoriya admits, quietly.

“Hm.” There’s a bit of wind resounding in Bakugou’s end. “Did they get worse?”

“..They have.”

“Why haven’t you told me.”

Shrugging against the phone, Midoriya curls himself into a ball. “I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about them. They are a bit bothersome, even for me.”

“I wouldn’t—” Bakugou ceases, sighing. “Then, tell me. What was it about? This one.”

Reimagining his nightmares was always hard. Midoriya remembers the faces of the people in his dreams, and the sensations he feels afterwards. But, he cannot seem to recall the story of them, the events in order.

But, for this particular nightmare, there wasn’t any bizarre plotline to understand.

“You.” Midoriya confesses. “You were in it. And, All for One had taken you, in his hands. And, right when I was so close to reaching you, he— you were gone.”

“Lame.”

Sputtering, Midoriya is utterly baffled. “That’s—!”

“What the hell, Deku. You should have known that I ain’t dying anytime soon.” Bakugou huffs irritated, “Especially not from that damn old man. People would call for elder abuse, from how I could beat his ass.”

He shouldn’t laugh, but Midoriya can’t help it. He smiles, staring up at his ceiling. “I knew you would say something like that.”

“Is that why you called?” Bakugou inqueries, “So, you could hear me say that.”

“..Yeah.” Midoriya nods. He brings a hand to his curls, running them through. “I needed to hear you say that.”

“You planning to go back to sleep?”

“You’ve never asked these many questions before, Kacchan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Midoriya exhales a defeated breath, laying his head back on the couch. “No. I wasn’t.”

“You fucking should.” Bakugou tsk’s. Midoriya can imagine him shaking his head in disapproval.

“If I do, the nightmares will come back.” He states weakly, and his shoulders tighten. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to see you fall again.”

“..Stay on the line.”

Midoriya doesn’t know what to expect, as he stayed waiting. A couple seconds became a few minutes, and then those minutes became at least fifteen minutes of no response.

He’s about to hang up, thinking Bakugou had to go back to combat, until he hears loud rummaging.

“You there?” Bakugou voices.

He nods. But then, Midoriya remembers that Bakugou can’t see him. “Y-Yeah. I am.” He hurriedly states.

“Good.”

There’s a lot more movement and noise sounding off on Bakugou’s end; clinking of metal, heavy footsteps, car horns, beeping of sorts.

“I put you on my bluetooth.” Bakugou mentions it easily.

“N-No! Don’t do that, Kacchan!” Midoriya frantically insists, sitting up fully in his seat.

“I need to do my fucking job, idiot.”

“Then, hang up!”

“Yeah, but you need me.”

Midoriya stills. Despite his pleas to leave, his heart soars achingly, appreciating Bakugou’s efforts towards him. It causes a surge of tears, threatening to fall. “I-I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re exhausting, Deku.” Bakugou groans, “If you were, I would have hung up by now.”

“What are you even planning for us to do, then?”

“Fucking easy.” Bakugou huffs confidently, “Keep your phone to your ears.”

“Keep my phone?”

“So, when you fall asleep, you can still continue hearing me alive.” Bakugou states, “Hear me talk, walk, breathe. Maybe, in your shit dreams, I’ll be alive there, too.”

Midoriya smiles, his vision blurring. “I wish you were here.” He confesses.

“I’m right here.” Bakugou firmly states, his voice resounding deep in Midoriya’s fragile, weakened core. “Just don’t fucking hang up, and I’ll be here.”

And, Midoriya doesn’t. He listens quietly to Bakugou flying around his city, the booming of his explosives reaching his call. And, he hears all the conversations Bakugou has with people; his sidekicks, the bypassing citizens, his fellow fans.

Midoriya overhears Bakugou mentioning to someone that yes, he was on a call, and no, it wasn’t their business who. “It’s someone I would fucking fight for. There. Happy now?” Bakugou relents, finally.

Midoriya wants to laugh, but instead, he feels his body light and sleepy. Resting flat on the couch, he brings a pillow to his chest, and allows himself to close his eyes.

The last thing he hears from Bakugou is a small, short whisper. “Let me fight those nightmares, Deku.”

His dreams consist of Bakugou beating up All for One with ease.

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BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “and then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, here’s the hospital angst.” Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, “WAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOING” and then we cut to Shouto’s room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, “...”, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all “WHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASN’T WOKEN UP YET”, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.

Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanist’s Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawks’s mother’s home. Hawks is all “I know from an outsider’s perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, I’m actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.” Anyway so he’s gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.

oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters

okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that “Keigo” panel, and wow

this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol

HELLO MISTER HAWKS’S JERK DAD, SIR

BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesn’t it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend

anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest

BABY HAWKS

swear to god this kid can’t be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like he’s shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck

AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY

don’t mingle with humans?? not “other” humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didn’t inherit his looks from his dad orz

then again he doesn’t really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either

omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawks’s personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy

and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think it’s very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there

so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had “thanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guy” sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys

wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesn’t have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??

this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesn’t exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesn’t realize that they’re real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesn’t know, and they don’t know about him

OH MY GOD HE’S JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD

how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when he’s done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean I’m not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao

anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already

YAY

oh no, Keigo’s dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom can’t just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that I’m playing a very sarcastic song on it for you

anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine he’d be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement

LMAO HE’S ALL “WAIT WHAT ENDEAVOR’S A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!”

AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ I’LL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~

lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE

anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE “JOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS” STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...

...

SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I can’t imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi won’t explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought we’d be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an “out of the frying pan...” case, but good god

THANK YOU!!

and I guess it was his mom’s eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE

OH YAY THE PRESENT

so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isn’t still a baby to me too, I’ll have you know

BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES

“WHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.” lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so I’m just going to treasure this “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I’M FRESH OUT OF FUCKS” version of Jeanist while I can

look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile

again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavor’s dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans

NOOOOO

FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE

anyway so Jeanist is all “GOOD THING IT’S THE FUTURE AND WE’RE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCE” to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later

OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS

wait a minute. I’m so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all “anyway, here’s Jeanist’s dead body, you can examine it but please don’t look at him too closely and also I’m gonna need that back unharmed.” how tf did you pull that off lmao

(ETA: also isn’t this technically confirmation of the ol’ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. I’m gonna go ahead and say it is.)

NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshi’s overly convoluted “SEE IT’S NOT A PLOT HOLE” explanations

lkldslfk so wait, you’re telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanist’s body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldn’t use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSC’s people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE

fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all “sure why not” omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two

LMAO NOW WHAT

TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN

okay no it’s just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck ‘em. so Jeanist is making short work of them now

uh oh

won’t come? not can’t, but won’t?? what???

WOW

well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesn’t it?? jesus

and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic

anyway so this is an interesting panel here

man, Dabi really did pull it off, didn’t he. well anyway so here’s that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isn’t it so great?? everyone’s terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite

anyway so what are these guys up to

fucking hell, he’s visiting his mom. I really wasn’t prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON

?? wait she’s not there?

is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that there’s the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like we’re still missing something there, but oh well

OH MY GOD

RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE

ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SON’S LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HE’S ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT

GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON

and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is “guy who helps people”, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything he’s been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didn’t!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi

YEAH BOIIIIII

“FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.” hey, all I’m saying is if this boy’s wings really aren’t growing back, he’s gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation y’know?

oh my god you guys it’s a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE

oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times

wasn’t your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all “oh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huh”

“that’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy” motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS

:’)

yes ma’am. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS

and he’s saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, “I’m not sure it’s the same now.” which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying “fuck the past” and moving forward and I am living for it

SON!!!!

“the first step is at my beginning” fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??

AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. “PUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.” THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT

you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and he’s out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND IT’S SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello

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say amen (bkdk drabble)

(a little drabble based off of one of my favorite posts that ive ever made)

Katsuki’s not a religious man.

Yeah, okay, he believes in deities and goes to temples, the blond will admit that much. The existence of a higher power isn’t really that far from the realms of possibility when he regularly interacts with people who have the head of a bird or engines for legs. He celebrates the holidays, and on days where he’s feeling especially magnanimous, Katsuki even buys temple charms and sends out a quick prayer to whoever might be listening.

But he isn’t religious.

He doesn’t like feeling like he’s indebted to someone. That somehow, somewhere, there is someone Katsuki should be grateful to for giving him all his successes. He worked hard to get where he is now all by himself, thank you very much. The idea that everything is somehow predetermined or controlled by someone he can’t even see is one that makes the blond break out into hives.

A man with any dignity such as Katsuki’s is too proud to kneel to any god.

But then again… Izuku Midoriya is no such god.

He’s very much human, Katsuki would believe despite the seemingly endless strength his short and stocky figure possesses. He’s freckles and sunburns and scars and toothy smiles and everything that used to make the blond’s blood boil. Deku can’t dress himself nicely to save his life and sings All Might show tunes in the shower when he thinks no one can hear. Katsuki’s seen the boy throw up on his dumb red shoes and laugh so hard he scared himself with his own snorts.

He’s seen Deku at his worst. Crying and crumbling, body all bloodied and torn up after giving it his all. He’s seen him angry--borderline murderous even--with rage consuming him and leaving him gasping for breath as he saddles closer and closer to the line betwean life and death. He’s seen Deku broken and hollow, unable to eat for days and smelling like a decomposing corpse because the demons in his eyes had all but haunted him from even getting up to shower.

The point being, Katsuki knows that Izuku Midoriya is flawed.

He should, at least. Having seen these cracks and imperfections over and over should’ve cemented the idea that Deku was far from perfect. He sees sides of Deku that even their best friends, let alone the public have never seen. Bakugou knows that Izuku Midoriya is not a God--and is in fact very far from one.

But fuck if he doesn’t worship him like he is.

When Izuku confessed to him in their second year, Katsuki thinks that he learned what it feels like to die.

As dramatic as it sounds, it’s true. Watching those green eyes peel away from their locked gaze on his red ones to stare nervously at the ground causes Katsuki’s heart to jump. His palms were sweaty and blood roared in his ears, deafening him from all sounds except Deku’s voice. He’d initially thought that this was it. This was Deku preparing to tell him that he couldn’t stand being his friend anymore, that no matter how much Katsuki tried to atone for himself, Deku finally realized that Katsuki would never be worthy of his love.

It built up and up until Katsuki couldn’t breathe, willpower alone keeping him from gasping for breath as he awaited Deku’s rejection. The sun set in a brilliant cast of oranges and purples, but neither boy on the rooftop could stand to appreciate it when the sights in front of them were far more important.

“Kacchan,” he blurts at last. A sliver of his pink tongue peeks out to lick at his chapped lips. Katsuki’s chest constricts with want. “I like you.”

And it’s at those three words that Katsuki truly believes in an afterlife.

His heart clenches and stops for a different reason--a different feeling entirely. The world tilts on its axis and his breaths come up short, yet Katsuki’s never been happier to have been wrong. Parts of him shrivel up. Shudder in anxiety. Embers of raw anger and determination (leftover from years of scars and charred notebooks) tell him that he’s not worthy of Deku. That Katsuki is yet to even deserve to take the hand that has been waiting for him for his whole life.

Admittedly though, Katsuki Bakugou is a selfish, selfish man.

He stares at that freckled and blushing face like it’s a reflection of the universe itself. Green eyes that mistakenly take Katsuki’s silence as rejection grow watery, and yet as Katsuki stares into the molten pool of emerald and moss, he thinks he may see his entire life in those pretty eyes.

“...Kacchan? It’s okay if you don’t, uh, like me back. I u-understand if you feel uncomfortable or no longer want me be your friend even if it kinda s--”

“W-well really, it’s more of love. I... love you. Like, a lot. Have for a while I mean and I tried really hard to hide it but I’m sure it was obvious from the beginning and well, Uraraka said I was really bad at lying so I wasn’t really sure...” he mumbles. Stutters, because he’s human and very much not a god.

Katsuki Bakugou kisses Izuku Midoriya for the first time.

He kisses Izuku Midoriya because he wants all of him. He wants the sorrow and broken bones. The awkward laughter and nervous tics. Katsuki wants those green eyes to never stop looking at him and that mouth to never stop muttering the most inane nothings. He wants the beautiful and the ugly, the victories and the losses. He wants and he wants and he wants and he wants, and now that all of it is within his reach dear god is he never letting go.

The blond pours his soul into the kiss. Mouth harsh and unyielding, ever determined to prove to anyone watching that he’d throw away his life for this boy in a heartbeat. The desperation in their kiss practically daring anyone to try and pull them apart. Katsuki wants the kiss to say everything that he, in his weak and human state, cannot even begin to phrase. That somehow a single kiss could show the other that Katsuki loves him so much it breaks him inside. It’s so good that it’s painful. It’s painful and excruciating but fucking hell if Katsuki pulls away for one moment he thinks he might actually truly die.

They’re training to be pro-heroes, so of course their pain tolerance is higher than most. They’ve been taught to fight in any environment no matter what—could probably fight five people underwater for an hour without breaking a sweat. All of those hours of training somehow still mean nothing to Katsuki in the brilliance of the storm that is Izuku Midoriya.

Because as they kiss and breathe in each other’s air, Katsuki forces himself to pull away with a gasp.

Izuku thinks he’s hurt the blond accidentally, somehow. That he’d been too rough or pushed Bakugou into it or even just took his breath away from him in the literal sense. What the green-haired hero didn’t expect was the sheer devotion in ruby eyes.

(It would’ve scared him, if it didn’t make his knees shaky and heart rate speed up in exhilaration.)

Meanwhile, Katsuki’s drowning.

He’s drowning so deep in emotions that he’d never let himself feel until now. Drowning in his insecurities and greatest desires. Drowning in emotion and vigour. Drowning in the feeling of kissing Izuku fucking Midoriya. Part of him screams in agony, protesting this weakness as it fucks with his mind and squeezes at his heart.

The rest of him lets it happen.

Bakugou pulls away, gasping for breath. It’s too much and not enough, because he loves this boy so goddamn much that it actually hurts. He’s crying, and it’s kind of pathetic, really. So undone by a single kiss that tears streak down his face while white spots appear in vision of ruby eyes. A man so weak--so overcome with emotion that he can’t help but sob at the torrent of devotion that overtakes him. His heart throbs painfully and he struggles to take gulps of air, because Katsuki doesn’t truly love many people but there’s something about Izuku Midoriya that destroys him so thoroughly.

Ever understanding, ever patient, and ever too good for his damned, hell-bound soul, Izuku holds him close. He lets Katsuki weep into his jacket and runs scarred fingers through pale blond strands as the other boy tries to stifle his sobs. He hushes him with a light kiss to his temple and listens patiently as Katsuki whimpers every variant of ‘I love you’ under the sun.

Izuku Midoriya is no such god, but Katsuki Bakugou worships him like one nonetheless.

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Nezu finding a younger Izuku and helping him hone his analysis skill (and build some confidence and ultimately creating a terrifying child who can analyze anyone in seconds and take them down just as fast with a smile) and then enlisting him to actually teach classes on the subject

just imagine Aizawa having to interact with this terrifying nightmare child who can read him better than a book

~Ah hell here we go again~ Read More Below!

Nezu doesn’t often leave UA’s grounds these days and even more rarely does he venture out unaccompanied in some way.  He has made it a habit of sorts to stay on the campus as much as possible ever since he solidified his hold on the school almost a decade ago.

It’s a move that is he admits, even if only to himself, fueled by equal parts pragmatism and paranoia.

After all UA has most of everything he needs within it already including a set of private apartments scaled just perfectly to his size and tastes despite what impression the large, human suited desk in his public office tends to give any visitors to his domain.  Why should he worry about venturing out into the city when anything the campus might not be able to provide for him can easily be procured by his minions dear employees or through delivery via secured drone?

And the fewer trips he makes off campus means the fewer opportunities there are for those who are still displeased with something someone such as himself holding such a position of power over such a prestigious hero school to take action.  He, of course, has all faith in his ability to protect himself from whatever ham-fisted assassin might come his way but Nezu is, above almost all else, pragmatic.

The fewer bodies left in his wake the smoother his daily life tends to run.

It had, after all, been such a pain to get the records from his time at the tender mercies of his human captors completely sealed and the quietly buried.

The humans involved in the case had finally agreed though and in the years since they did so like to tout how the illustrious UA Principle had been “rescued” from the laboratories.

Few remained who remembered what the heroes who’d raided that hellish place had actually found when they’d arrived.

Those unlucky few who did remember had long since been silenced by hook or by crook.  That had been one of the first things Nezu had done when he’d finally managed to accumulated enough power that his subtle threats and sharp toothed promises had finally come to hold real meaning on more than one level.

When he’d finally managed to bite and claw himself into a position of power that showed him as the threat he always had been for those who might dare cross him.

That had been the very first secret he’d ensured would be kept as it was one that posed the biggest threat to his reputations in a number of circles.

Nezu’s intellect wasn’t his only weapon after all, only his most dangerous. Though his teeth and claws could work in a pinch if the situation called for it.  And when they’d tried to take his eye it had certainly called for it.

A self professed level of resentment and sadism could be excused by most of humanity for someone of Nezu’s circumstances.

But a body count?  Well. That’s when humans tended to get ... tetchy. 

So while Nezu does, of course, have a residence of his own off campus for paperwork purposes and as a secondary fall back location, UA’s campus has been his unofficial residence for some number of years now.  And it will be his official one as well as soon as he manages to finally get the dorm system he’s been aching to implement passed through.

They will have to pry that school, his school, and what he’s attempting to build there from his cold, dead paws and whatever other insurance policies he manages to put into action between now and his inevitable death. Which will, of course, be some time in the far far future if he has anything to say or do about it.  And he will.

All of that aside there are times when leaving the campus is unavoidable, this being one of them.  An unfortunate scheduling conflict and a private meeting that absolutely had to be conducted in person had left him where he is now, strolling down the sidewalks of Musutafu and quietly lamenting how very oversized so many things were.

It truly was a pity that more accommodations had not been made for those whose quirks and circumstances of birth left them on the smaller side instead of on the larger scale.  But progress could be rather unfortunately slow and so it was just one more issue Nezu hoped to begin subtly influencing in the coming years.

He’s just turning a corner, intent on visiting a nearby cafe with an excellent tea selection before he returns to UA (one must have their indulgences and a good brew and a finely crafted cigarette have long been amongst Nezu’s chosen pleasures), when he hears it.

“Get back here and get what you deserve, Deku,” a voice, rough and young but edged with a viciousness that makes the backs of Nezu’s teeth itch, practically howls.

Nezu, attention instantly captured, pauses just long enough to avoid being mowed down by the child who comes tearing around the corner.

For a split second their eyes meet, a blazing green gaze Nezu can’t help but admire just a bit locking with his own, as the boy sees him and swerves to avoid running into Nezu in his obviously frantic escape.

Nezu hops backwards a half step just as the boy loses his footing and crashing painfully to the side walk beside him.

“A-Are you o-okay?” the boy half stutters, half pants as he looks up at him, eyes wide and seemingly uncaring of the blood Nezu can already smell on his scraped palms and likely ripped kneecaps.

“Are you?” Nezu asks back evenly, eyes tracking over the boy and instantly compiling details and facts as he takes in the tattered school uniform, the pale face, the singed backpack and the bruises he can see just peeking out from beneath unseasonal long sleeves.

Everything about the boy screams battered to Nezu’s sense.

And then he looks down at his feet and sees his shoes.

His distinctive red shoes at that, vibrant in color and thick soled, subtly different in make and construction than most ordinary shoes seen these days, much like the footwear Nezu himself wears even now.

Which means that this boy either has a quirk that affects his feet or ...

“Thought you were going to get away didn’t you, you Quirkless fuck?” A small group of boys rounds the corner then, ignoring Nezu entirely and focusing on the boy who abruptly goes even paler somehow.  “Just cause sensei couldn’t prove you cheated doesn’t mean we’re gonna let you get away with it.”

Ah, Nezu thinks even as he presses the urge to snarl down and away, option two then.

The green boy, because Nezu will not be calling him Deku even in his own mind, scrambled up onto his feet then.  But, surprisingly enough, he doesn’t turn to run.

Instead he edges forward just a bit, sliding a shoulder and a foot forward until he’s standing almost protectively in front of Nezu himself.

“K-Kacchan,” the green one stutters, “I-I didn’t cheat I s-swear!  I wouldn’t d-do that.”

“Tsk,” the blond leader, Kacchan, tisks then, a snarl thick and heavy on his young face.  At his sides his hands flex in a move Nezu knows must be related to his quirk.  “Bullshit.  No way you’d get top of the class in anything without cheating, you worm.”

Nezu has known this child for roughly 6 seconds and he finds that he does not care for him at all.  But then he’s never been overly fond of most of humanity either so perhaps that’s to be expected.

“H-Heroes don’t cheat,” Green insists, the naïve if well meant words sounding like a declaration.  “If I’m g-going to be a hero then I c-can’t either.”

That explanation only seems to enrage Kacchan even further if the way his hands begin to pop and crackle is anything to go by.

This, Nezu knows as the scent of burnt caramel begins to fill the air around them, is going to escalate quickly.

“Public quirk usage is ~illegal~,” Nezu singsongs as he steps around the green boy and plants himself firmly in front of him instead, abruptly drawing the blond boy and his followers attention toward him.  One paw slips into his vest pocket to remove the specially designed cell phone he’s never without.  “I would hate to be forced to report this to the proper authorities.”

Never mind that, technically, he is the proper authorities.

The blond glares at him for a long moment before he huffs.

“This isn’t over Deku,” he snarls.  “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

It’s an obvious threat but the boy turns on his heel, shoves his way through his friends, and stalks off back around the corner in the direction he came.

So Nezu lets it go.  For now.

“Now that that has been handled for the moment, young man,” Nezu turns towards the green boy beside him with all of the showmanship that’s come to define his patented introduction, “let me introduce myself! Am I a dog, a rat, or a bear? Either way I am Nezu th-”

“Y-You’re the Intel Hero Nezu,” the green boy says brightly, cutting Nezu’s introduction off even as he rubs raw and bloody palms against his black slacks and starts to dig through his backpack, “You solved the H-Hanamura kidnapping and the Inugami murders! You’re one of my favorite heroes!”

Nezu can’t help the way he stalls out just a bit at that because ... well he’s never been anyone’s favorite anything.  Their nightmare yes but not their favorite.  Especially not a child.  Children around this age normally tend to have more simplistic reactions to him.  And most of them don’t know about the string of rather gruesome ritualistic homicides he’d solved or the high profile kidnapping cases he consults on in his down time.

“C-Can you please sign my notebook?” the boy says then, head bowed low and a notebook and pen held out in Nezu’s direction.

Nezu admits to being slightly intrigued when he sees the way the cover is labeled Hero Analysis For The Future Vol 8.

That intrigue only grows when he opens it and his attention is immediately captured by the rather impressively done sketch of Pro Hero Starstreak that he finds there.

Unable to help himself Nezu reads over the page quickly and then keeps going.

Well now, Nezu can’t help but think just a bit gleefully as he sees the absolutely unbelieve level of analysis this young, quirkless boy has compiled, isn’t this interesting.

[oikawaplssteponme]

Hi willow 😚 so after reading your angst earlier, even after it broke me, I want more Bakugous angst BUT it ends in fluff. So I was listening to home by Catie Turner and I thought about Bakugou being on a really long mission and maybe after a month or he ends up losing contact with the reader and she starts worrying and just anxiety. But he turns up and everything is ok🙃

Pls I really had tears in my eyes in the middle of class reading your angst🥲

hi mar!! hehe that actually makes me glad that my angst broke you (though i am sorry for the pain, it hurt me too) because it means i did my job 😚. angst to fluff? say less

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pairing: (Pro Hero) Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety, emotional breakdown, mention of death but none present

genre: angst to fluff, established relationship, aged up characters

a/n: if you’d like to read the fic that mar is talking about, it will be linked here. also the song is linked in the tittle [ the fic isn’t directly based on the song however ] :)) enjoy xx

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You grabbed the suit cases from the closet and laid them down on your bed. You began to grab clothing from Bakugou’s side of the closet and placing in the suit cases. It was a familiar feeling. The folding of fabric, the locking away of memories, and the saying of goodbyes. It was all too familiar.

“Did you happen to pack my toothbrush?” asked Katsuki from the bathroom.

“Yeah I have it here.”

Bakugou came out, half dressed in his Hero costume.

“Thanks. Here, mind packing these too?” Bakugou handed you some extra t-shirts of his. You nodded, folding them and setting them in the suit case.

“So, um, did they say how long you’d be away?” You ask quietly. Bakugou sighed, wrapping his arm around you.

“No, they didn’t. Hopefully no more than a month-”

You whipped your head around to look at him with widened eyes.

“A m-month? Katsuki that’s a really long time,” you protested. He huffed, taking his arm off of you.

“I know I know, okay? This isn’t easy for either of us but I don’t have a choice.”

You sat down on the bed, burying your face into the palms of your hands. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but clearly that was easier thought than done.

“Katsuki...”

“Hey, shh, look at me,” Bakugou moved your hands down from your face. He wiped your stray tears.

“I promise it’s gonna go by so fast. I’ll call you as much as I can and even write if I have to. It’s gonna be fine.”

“W-What if something happens? What if you get hurt? Katsuki I don’t know what I would do if-” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your own sentence.

Instead, you pulled Bakugou towards you. He held you tightly, rubbing your back as he whispered that everything would be okay. You continued to cry into his shoulder, gripping onto the fabric of his Hero costume. You didn’t know when the next time would be when he could hold you like this.

“Nothing is gonna happen. I’m gonna come home in one piece and you’re gonna be here, as perfect as when I left. Okay?”

Bakugou honestly didn’t believe himself, but he had to make it look like he did for your sake. He truely didn’t know if he would be okay. This mission was nothing like he’d ever been on before. Stakes were high, and he worried about you most of all.

“O-Okay.”

You zipped up the suit cases and rolled them to the door. Bakugou laced up his shoes, finally fully dressed and ready to go.

You went back into the bedroom, searching in the dresser for the picture. On every mission, no matter how small, Katsuki has a small photo of you tucked in the left side of the ‘x’ design of his costume. He kept the picture of you right were his heart was.

You snatch the small photo and ran back to Bakugou, who now had his suit cases in hand.

“You almost forgot,” you whispered. Bakugou smiled.

“Thank you baby.”

You carefully slid the photo right were Bakugou wanted it. You looked up at him, again trying not to cry. Bakugou let go of his suit cases, giving you one final hug.

“I’ll be back before you know it. I love you Y/N.”

“Please be safe. I love you too.”

~

In the first few days that Bakugou had been gone, he kept his promise. He called you every day from pay phones, burner phones, or just anything he could while still maintaining yours and his safety. Some days he would call for two minutes, others for two hours. All that mattered was that you heard his breathing on the other side of the line.

As those days turned to weeks, Bakugou’s calls soon declined. You were lucky if you got a one minute call every three days. You knew he was busy, that part was understandable. Still, on the days where he didn’t call, were the nights that you didn’t sleep.

You didn’t leave home unless you had to, for fear that Bakugou would come while you were away. You wanted to be there when he came home. Everyday you stared at the front door, hoping to hear the sound of his keys on the other side. That day never came.

Two months. It had been two months since Bakugou left. You hadn’t received a call from him in a week. You began to get worried, more than before.

You paced back and forth your living room. Your television was on. Always on the news channel. You waited to see if there would be a report on the mission, though unlikely. You peaked at your cellphone every few seconds, praying that it would ring. Praying that Bakugou would be on the other line.

The second you heard the cellphone vibrate, you leaped towards it. With shaky and nervous hands, you clicked ‘answer call’.

“H-Hello?”

“Hello? Y/N?”

Your heart dropped.

“Deku? Deku, is that you?”

“Yes it’s me, I’m sorry for calling you like this-”

“Deku where is Bakugou? Why didn’t he call me?”

The other line went silent.

“Deku answer me.”

“Look Y/N I’m really not supposed to be calling you but I felt you needed to know-”

“Know what? Deku where is Katsuki? I want to talk to Katsuki.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry-”

“Izuku Midoriya where the fuck is Katsuki!?” You shouted into the phone. You heard Deku take a nervous breath in.

“Kacchan is missing.”

You didn’t realize you had dropped the phone until you heard it crack on the floor. Your legs went numb as you fell to your knees. You screamed. You screamed as if someone had just stabbed you in the heart. It honestly felt like you were dying. You wailed into your hands as your forehead was pressed onto the floor.

“Y/N we’re-gonna-find-Kacchan-” Deku’s voice was scratchy on the other line as is signal worsened.

With tear filled vision you attempted to find the phone.

“Deku please please find him-” you cried.

“We-will-”

The line dropped, causing you to lose the call. You clenched onto the phone, before throwing it away from you. You stayed in the fetal position the entire night, drowning in your own tears.

~

Day seventy-two without Katsuki Bakugou.

You sat on your couch, clicking through the television channels. You felt drained, hopeless. You honestly had started getting used to Katsuki being gone, which was worse of all.

Suddenly, you stumbled upon a news channel.

‘BREAKING NEWS! PRO HEROES RETURN AFTER CLOSE TO A THREE MONTH MISSION! FANS GREET THEM AS THEY STEP OFF THE PLANES-’

The second you read the screen, you were grabbing your car keys and driving to the airport.

You ran every red light. You didn’t care. The pit in your stomach was enough to make you determined to get to the airport as soon as possible. You knew exactly where they would be. They used the same landing station after each mission.

You could see the crowd of people with posters and gifts of the Heroes. You watched as Heroes stepped off of the plane. You parked and turned off your car, rushing over as fast as you could.

You dug through the crowd, trying to get to the front. You saw Deku step off the plane but still no sign of Katsuki.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!” You continually shouted his name, hoping to hear a response. As you finally broke through the crowd, you searched and scanned everywhere for him.

“Katsuki...”

Your lips began to quiver again, your hands cupped your cheeks as the world around you spun. You started to think that they never found him.

“Y/N?”

You were too scared to turn around, for fear of disappointment. You shook your head, tears falling from your eyes.

“Oh god please...”

You slowly looked over your shoulder. Standing just a few hundred feet away from you was a beaten and bruised, Katsuki Bakugou.

Never in your life had you ran so fast. You clung onto Bakugou with all your might. You sobbed into his chest, this time tears of relief.

“I thought you died...”

“I promised I would be okay. Did you doubt me?”

Bakugou wiped away your tears, then his.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Same here. I’m sorry I scared you...”

You shook your head, letting out a small laugh.

“That doesn’t matter now. What matters is that your back home.”

“That’s right. Home.”

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[lady-of-snails]

BKDK PRIDE WEEK DAY 2: TOGETHERNESS ❤

All Might alarm clocks should be illegal. Scratch that - all alarm clocks should be illegal, but especially the ones that woke you up with a booming TIME TO WAKE UP in the same voice you used to hear on tv as a kid and now heard when your boyfriend’s pseudo-dad tried to prove he ‘still had it’. 

Every single fucking morning Katsuki woke up to pure rage and the only thing keeping him from blowing the damn thing up was the thought of explaining it to Deku when he got back to find a beloved part of his collection reduced to ash. 

Someone like Kirishima might have heard Katsuki complain about this and wonder why he had to sleep in Deku’s room anyways, and to that Katsuki said shut the fuck up and mind your own business.

Instead of blowing the damn thing up, Katsuki just slammed his hand down on the off button like every morning before dragging his ass out of bed to get ready for the day. He’d slept in one of Deku’s shirts every night for the past month and the thing was starting to smell less like his boyfriend-abroad and more like chemicals and smoke. Which fucking sucked, because that meant one less reminder of Deku he could hoard until he came back. 

It wasn’t that Katsuki was useless with Deku gone, but he fucking missed the nerd and slept shitty without him - as had been the case for both of them for the past year and a half.

He got dressed and checked his phone to find Deku’s usual “good morning kacchan!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)” he’d sent at however late it was in America, but not much else - from Deku, at least. Anyone else could be ignored.

Scrolling up through the message feed, Katsuki came back across a photo Deku had sent him, taken with a few of his American colleagues at a NYC pride parade. Deku was smiling brightly, sparkles painted on his cheeks that he later claimed he was told were “absolutely necessary for a true Pride look”, and a bisexual pride flag draped across his broad shoulders like a cape. Katsuki had almost made the picture his lockscreen, but decided on keeping the photo he’d taken to prove that Deku drooled in his sleep sometimes.

Katsuki shut his phone off with a huff, shoving it in his pocket and starting to make his way downstairs, where he could already hear his classmates chattering about. 

Deku had been in America for two and a half months now, some publicity thing to show off Japan’s sweetheart and boost their country’s image internationally, as well as get good relationships with American heroes so they might offer help in future emergencies. He’d be coming back in a week, though, and Katsuki couldn’t fucking wait. 

“Dude, that’s insane!” Katsuki heard Kirishima yell as he stepped out of the elevator, only to be shushed by a few others, which immediately struck Katsuki as strange.

“It wasn’t that crazy,” a voice responded with a nervous laugh, and Katsuki froze. He froze because he would recognize that voice anywhere, he used to wake up to it instead of damn All Might. Holy shit.

“Deku?” he said, walking forward until he was in view of the lounge area of the dorms, where, lo and fucking behold, Deku stood surrounded by classmates, frozen with one arm up to rub the back of his neck like he did when he got nervous. His green eyes were wide, freckles darker from the summer sun, hair a little longer and as wild and messy as it usually was, and he was right fucking there. 

“Kacchan?” Deku breathed, and suddenly Katsuki was being slammed into with the force of a Hero Deku at full One for All speed, tackled to the ground as his boyfriend made some unintelligible happy noise and latched onto his neck like a koala.

“Agh!” Katsuki yelled as Deku squished him under his apparent American weight-gain, trying to shove him off but only succeeding in rolling them over thanks to Deku’s refusal to release him from the death grip hug. “Deku, let me fucking go,” Katsuki growled, face shoved into his boyfriends neck.

“Never,” Deku said, voice muffled as he pressed his nose into Katsuki hair. 

“Fine then,” Katsuki conceded, releasing his attempts to hold himself up and dropping like a deadweight on top of Deku. He kissed Deku’s neck lightly since he was already there, making him suck in a sharp breath that had Katsuki grinning. 

But before he could do it again, Deku pulled him up and yanked him in for a kiss that had his brain melting in an instant. Holy fuck, he missed this dumbass. 

His arms slid around Deku’s neck without another thought, running his fingers through the tangled curls and making Deku sigh. “I love you, Kacchan.”

“Mhmm.”

“Get a room, loverboys!” Hagakure suddenly shouted making Deku startle and pull back with a little yelp of surprise. “We don’t need to see that!”

Deku’s face went beet red and Katsuki glared back at the audience of classmates watching them, then rolled off Deku, grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked them both to their feet, and dragged him towards the elevators. 

“Hey, we missed him too!” Uraraka shouted after him in protest.

“Fuck off!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Sorry guys!” Deku laughed as he stumbled after Katsuki, “Kacchan gets priority!”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Katsuki muttered, pressing the door closed button then using his hold on Deku’s shirt to spin him around and pull him into another kiss. 

Deku kissed him back then laughed quietly. “Don’t you want to know why I’m back early?” 

“I don’t give a shit,” Katsuki said, kissing his nose, his jaw, and every single stupid freckle on his dumb fucking face. Deku laughed again. 

“But I had a whole thing to say!”

“Bet it was something dumb ‘n cheesy like you,” Katsuki muttered. Deku grabbed his face between scarred hands and pulled back to meet his eyes with a soft smile. 

“You bet it was,” he grinned, “So ask me.”

Katsuki scowled at him. “Why are you back early?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” Deku chirped as Katsuki rolled his eyes, “You know it’s pride month in America, right?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Deku said, swiping his thumb over Katsuki’s cheek, “a hero I met over there told me Pride was about being who you are with the people you love. And I thought, well I can’t do that without Kacchan here.”

“God, you’re a sappy fuck,” Katsuki said, kissing him again. 

Deku grinned. “Aaaand the mission I was on ended earlier than expected.”

“Lucky you.” 

“Very.” 

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Fic Title

Debts To Pay

Note: this title at first had a regular answer but then I got bored when the phones went down at work so...

 “Kacchan-“

 “Fuck off Deku!”

 It’s such a normal sight that the class ignores it. Until Midoriya slams his hands onto the desk and they all jump.

 “No! Kacchan, remember when we were five and we figured my Quirk-“

 “Fuck off!” The boy glances around and Shouta frowns. Why… oh.

 Everyone knows about Midoriya’s Quirk. The ability to make deals with people, exchanging one thing for another. It has to be of an equal value and he can’t take away free will or anything. Midoriya explained early on to the entire class that his Quirk would arrange odds or increase chances or once heal someone outright but it has to be an equal exchange.

 Usually, Midoriya told them, it’s a one-and-done deal. Midoriya needs to make deals, or he’ll go mad so it’s: deal you a pencil for a pen or deal you this for that. Simple things his friends don’t mind doing. He can however make a much longer deal.

 Uraraka, Shouta knows, has a long-standing deal with him. She came to both her teacher, her parents and Midoriya before they made the deal.

 In exchange for a life-long free labour offer from her family’s construction company, Midoriya would arrange it so her family would get more work. Originally she tried life-long friendship but the sheer pain on Midoriya’s face had them offering that instead.

 Sitting up, Shouts watches a little closer.

 “No, I won’t because I’m sorry but you BROKE THE DEAL.” Midoriya snaps. That gets a lot of stares and hissed intakes.

 They all know what happens when Midoriya breaks deals. Or what can happen. It was the reason they were required to have a teacher present for a bigger deal. Though Shouta wonders about how Endeavour was found guilty of child abuse after a few videos of him treating his children horrifically got suddenly leaked. 

 Midoriya’s first deal was with his father, a promise to stop hitting his wife and son and Midoriy’as Quirk would let him advance fast in his company. It worked for a year, then he turned five.

 Then his father beat his mother.

 “He stood there,” Inko had said, informing them of why her son’s Quirk was so dangerous, why he was ranked as Class 8 on the danger scale for Quirks, with a note about the fact the only reason he wasn’t a Class 9 was that he could choose to make deals. “And said his dad had to pay his debts. Hisashi didn’t believe him. Hit him too. As soon as he touched Izuku he collapsed. His heart stopped.” 

 There had been other broken deals. Minor things, like giving a candy a day in exchange for the front row seat. When that broke the kid’s parents found out he was stealing the candy from their store. Nothing big. 

Until then.

 Depending on the deal, Midoriya’s Quirk would punish whoever used its energy without giving back. In a way often related to the Quirk. The death of his father was caused by the Quirk deciding if he valued his job over family, he didn’t deserve either, killing him.

 “Remember?” Midoriya speaks, drawing Shouta from his thoughts. Bakugou is pale. “Remember? It was a double deal.” 

“Oh shit.” Ashido hisses. Midoriya had also explained double deals. Deals where there were two distinct things being offered on both ends. He has one with All Might to heal him and make him a good teacher. 

 “In exchange for protect-”

 “Stop, let’s fucking-” Bakugou begins but Shouta stands, stopping him. The teacher looks to Midoriya.

 “Continue.”

 “In exchange for protection from bullies and a lifelong friendship, I would increase your Quirk strength and enable you to be a hero.” Midoriya sucks in a breath. “You broke our deal. You broke it when you slapped my hand away one day. You broke it when you started bullying me instead of protecting me. I tried to keep the deal though. I saw my dad die and didn’t know what it would do to you. I called you Kacchan in my head, I pretended we were still friends…” 

 “Bully…” Shouta hears one of his students say but he ignores it, focusing on Bakugou and Midoriya.

 “But… but it doesn’t work because you haven’t changed. At all. You still hurt me, insult me and you still.” Izuku looks to Bakugou and sniffs. “You broke the deal. I can’t hold it back. I’m sorry.” His hand reaches out and grabs his, holding it tight. “Time to pay your debt.”

 Bakugou lets out a shout as a yellow light flashes. Izuku lets go and Bakugou stands there, shaking.

 “SHITTY NERD-” the boy flexes his hands and Shouta is about to activate his Quirk, relieved he’s alive. But… he doesn’t.

 And Bakugou’s hands don’t light up.

 Silence.

 “...What… what did…” Bakugou’s voice sounds so small, staring at his hands.

 “... you wanted to be a hero and have a strong Quirk,” Izuku says. “I made a deal with Shouto. Aldera’s history will be revealed soon, and you’ll get blacklisted from every single hero program. I can feel it.” Izuku’s hand touches his shirt, right above his head. “You wanted a strong Qurik…

 So I took it.”