#this fic is fuckin s-tier yo please read it i'm obsessed.

[bkdkficrecs]

This shit is so good y’all I gotta re-rec it rn.

Fic rec is first, in case you don't want any spoilers and want to just dive right in. (Although I will try to keep review spoilers at a minimum.) Just note that it is incredibly angsty in the best way.

The Night We Met - @majjale | (4/4)

Kudos: 5,396 | Bookmarks: 2112 | Word Count: 37,299

Tags: Angst, Immortal Bakugou Katsuki, Reincarnating Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki's POV, Tragedy, i physically ache while writing this i hope you do while reading it

"You a poet?"

"Only for you."

-

two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them.

Review is under the cut!

________

So, where to begin?

I have to say that I am so impressed by @majjale. The Night We Met is hands down one of the greatest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure of reading. If you're an angst-lover, then look no further. This fic is from 2018 (and completed), so I can't even begin to explain how blessed I was to stumble upon it. Not only does the story revolve around the concept of reincarnation and what it means to live forever, but it is also written from the point of view of our very own Katsuki Bakugou. Talk about angst! Could this story be more enticing?

Yes, it can!

You might think you were just getting into this for the angst, but that's where you'd be wrong. You're lured in by the staunch sincerity of Izuku and aloof defeat of Katsuki only to be pinned by the concentrated joy that underscores the happier moments they share together. The author weaves comedic moments, chance meetings, and internal monologues into a bittersweet blanket. She segues between points in time in a way that makes each sentiment Katsuki and Izuku share that much more poignant.

A striking moment of angst comes while Katsuki is trying to reconcile his desire for peace and his desire for love,

Whatever this life wants in return for Izuku knowing him, even with the trials—father, fiancé, friends — is it something Katsuki is willing to give up? What would Katsuki part with to hold Izuku again?

He blames the steam from the faucet for the condensation around his eyes.

What wouldn’t he give?

And another arrives as a tearful confession,

"I want to be why you’re happy, not why you’re alive.”

In moments like these it becomes clear that The Night We Met  is lathered in angst, but not the kind that hits you like a bus in a bad rom-com. This is the kind that envelops you slowly the way ivy snakes its arms around a tree. Then, when you finally reach the end - and especially after reading the one-shot epilogue, take me back -  you are left astonished, breathless.

Each chapter's end brings with it a short, sweet author's note.

"take a deep breath. in, out. that's it. it's gonna be okay."

A gentle reminder you made it through. Lungs working, heart pumping, tears falling. You feel relief and joy and sorrow. So empty and yet so full all at once.

Even days on, fleeting moments that hinge upon a simple wish will give you pause. Spotting a shooting star or cracking a wishbone. Blowing that stray eyelash off of the back of your hand. This is the kind of feeling I chase in fiction. The feeling of feeling. And few authors I have encountered have managed it so skillfully as Majjale.

[bkdkficrecs]

Fic rec is first, in case you don't want any spoilers and want to just dive right in. (Although I will try to keep review spoilers at a minimum.) Just note that it is incredibly angsty in the best way.

The Night We Met - @majjale | (4/4)

Kudos: 5,396 | Bookmarks: 2112 | Word Count: 37,299

Tags: Angst, Immortal Bakugou Katsuki, Reincarnating Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki's POV, Tragedy, i physically ache while writing this i hope you do while reading it

"You a poet?"

"Only for you."

-

two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them.

Review is under the cut!

________

So, where to begin?

I have to say that I am so impressed by @majjale. The Night We Met is hands down one of the greatest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure of reading. If you're an angst-lover, then look no further. This fic is from 2018 (and completed), so I can't even begin to explain how blessed I was to stumble upon it. Not only does the story revolve around the concept of reincarnation and what it means to live forever, but it is also written from the point of view of our very own Katsuki Bakugou. Talk about angst! Could this story be more enticing?

Yes, it can!

You might think you were just getting into this for the angst, but that's where you'd be wrong. You're lured in by the staunch sincerity of Izuku and aloof defeat of Katsuki only to be pinned by the concentrated joy that underscores the happier moments they share together. The author weaves comedic moments, chance meetings, and internal monologues into a bittersweet blanket. She segues between points in time in a way that makes each sentiment Katsuki and Izuku share that much more poignant.

A striking moment of angst comes while Katsuki is trying to reconcile his desire for peace and his desire for love,

Whatever this life wants in return for Izuku knowing him, even with the trials—father, fiancé, friends — is it something Katsuki is willing to give up? What would Katsuki part with to hold Izuku again?

He blames the steam from the faucet for the condensation around his eyes.

What wouldn’t he give?

And another arrives as a tearful confession,

"I want to be why you’re happy, not why you’re alive.”

In moments like these it becomes clear that The Night We Met  is lathered in angst, but not the kind that hits you like a bus in a bad rom-com. This is the kind that envelops you slowly the way ivy snakes its arms around a tree. Then, when you finally reach the end - and especially after reading the one-shot epilogue, take me back -  you are left astonished, breathless.

Each chapter's end brings with it a short, sweet author's note.

"take a deep breath. in, out. that's it. it's gonna be okay."

A gentle reminder you made it through. Lungs working, heart pumping, tears falling. You feel relief and joy and sorrow. So empty and yet so full all at once.

Even days on, fleeting moments that hinge upon a simple wish will give you pause. Spotting a shooting star or cracking a wishbone. Blowing that stray eyelash off of the back of your hand. This is the kind of feeling I chase in fiction. The feeling of feeling. And few authors I have encountered have managed it so skillfully as Majjale.