#trans girl Katsuki Bakugou

[mirstrikesbacks-unofficial]

Transfem Katsuki Bakugou for the soul

Kiri regretting all the times he called Katsuki manly simultaneously, made sure you could see it in his face

[axel-tiredstudent]

mha doodle requests from instagram stories!

these were so fun !!

[menuliso]

[navajja]

I said earlier today that i wanted more girls on bnha, so now i pointed at the with my gender ray, everything is the same but they are girls.

[aromanticannibal]

Transfem Katsuki (edited as of Nov. 2023. Katsuki hadn't died yet when this was written so bear with me.)

In honor of "fuck I thought about transfem Katsuki and now I'm in love with her again" and also because of a shitty discourse post I saw. Enjoy.

She will NOT figure it out until at least second year of UA.

She's always been uneasy about the whole boy thing. Specifically boy. Like she's one of the guys ok sure but she's not a boy.

We know how kind Aldera is to anyone who's slightly out of the norm (ie Deku) and Katsuki is especially aware given she was part of the problem. So yeah, internalized transphobia (+homophobia) we love to see it./s

Getting into UA and quickly realizing that like more than half the class is openly and proudly queer in some way gave her whiplash, and as much of a bully as she still was at this point, she didn't say anything.

She tried to convince herself it was to not get in trouble and gamble her place at UA, but really she was just glad to not be somewhere as fucked as her middle school.

And if the trans ponytail chick makes her question who she really wants to be... well that's nobody's business.

As I am very subtly implying, Momo ends up being a big part of Katsuki accepting herself and her identity as a trans woman.

Katsuki loves her friend group (she'll never admit it but she does, so much) but she associates them with her old group from Aldera somewhat unconsciously, and is terrified they'll push her away, even if she knows she's just. Straight up wrong.

As in, so incredibly wrong. Sero and Jirou are non binary ("Whatever the hell that means") Kirishima is a proud trans man ("More of a man than any of the cretins at Aldera will ever be") Mina's dating a trans girl from another school ("Camie Utsushit or smth") and Kaminari is so many different flavors of queer its almost impressive.

Really, her friends are probably the ones that should be worried, she tries to remind herself, hammering it in her head. Katsuki was an asshole for most of her life, they should be the ones scared of her. They're not though. For some fuckin' reason.

So yeah, talking to her friend group is out of the question. Momo though.

Momo is a special kind of trustworthy. Momo is the kind of person you'd give your entire life savings, your child, your car and your wife to. Katsuki hates that, she hates trusting people, it always ends badly, so she prefers doing stuff on her own.

Except it doesn't always end badly. Especially not with Yaomomo.

Every early saturday morning, Katsuki's and Momo's workout sessions happen at the same time. Eventually, they start talking during that time. Katsuki eventually asks about Momo being trans, more or less convinced she'll tell her to go fuck herself (she obviously doesn't).

It helps, despite the fact that her experience isn't the same as Katsuki's at all. Momo always knew she was a girl, her parents always were supportive about it, and money really wasn't a problem to help her transition once she was old enough to make that decision. Hell, she can literally make estrogen.

Katsuki then comes to the realization that yeah, she's probably a girl. Not like I'll ever do shit about it, she thinks.

Things kinda stay stagnant for a time then. Katsuki has way more important stuff to worry about (like exams and also her and her friends almost dying etc etc) and the self-hatred that simmers in her head constantly doesn't make it really fun to actually think about herself.

Second year comes around.

Because this is me, and my blog, and I do what I want, I present to you my son, Shinsou. Most trans guygirl t4t lesbian of all time. In my heart.

So Shinsou is very trans in the most mysterious way you could think of, so mysterious he himself doesn't really know what is going on with his gender. He doesn't exactly care, he just vibes (any pronouns).

They're pretty knowledgeable on queer stuff because it loves to read wikipedia pages until 5AM when it can't sleep and got lost on multiple LGBTQ+ related forums when she was 13. (He also knows a lot about chickens and lizards.)

She can just breathe the queer coming out of Katsuki, but when they ask they're just met with "oh Bakugou? Yeah no, he's cishet. Our token straight man. To prove we're diverse, etc." (-Shouji, entirely serious). Shinsou's not buying it but she doesn't like assuming, so he shuts up.

Meanwhile, Katsuki has nothing to think about anymore now that things have settled and she's not getting attacked by her self-hatred constantly, so she unfortunately ends up thinking about her gender (truly tragic. Genuinely though, it's almost distressing because she pushed the thought down for so long that it's scary to think about).

Because early mornings and nights are a time outside of our world, it's again around 5AM that Katsuki talks to someone who might help her with her gender problem. Shinsou in fact, who's of course awake on a Monday morning after a sleepless night, eating cereal out of the box.

Katsuki finds herself chatting with the weirdo and eventually asks what the fuck kinda gender it is, if only to be able to call her something else than the weirdo in her head.

The realization that gender is a construct and doesn't really fucking exist so it doesn't actually matter is somewhat of an epiphany for Katsuki. Like she's silent for multiple minutes. Shinsou is getting scared

Quietly, she mutters a small "I think I'm a girl" to Shinsou. It smiles and says "Nice. There's not enough girls in this class." and goes back to its cereal.

Katsuki has no fucking idea how that fucker exists. He's an anomaly in the timeline. Katsuki adores them.

(Platonically. Girl doesn't have time for romantic love. Yes I'm also making her aromantic, because aro Katsuki is the loml and one of my fave hcs.)

After that weird but insightful conversation, Katsuki finally asks Momo for help, taking her up on an offer she had made one morning. ("If you ever need my help for anything concerning [your gender bullshit], come see me.")

Momo being the absolute QUEEN that she is, she assembles all transgirls and cisgirls of the class + whoever else would like to join (which ends up being Jirou, Shinsou and Aoyama) and they all go on a shopping trip with Katsuki to help her figure out what she likes.

Does she want to wear makeup? Does she want feminine clothes? Or long hair? Does she want boobs? Or thinner traits?

Does she just want different pronouns and to be addressed viewed as a girl?

Mina shortens that as "What kinda girl is Katsuki".

I'll do you the answer here so this doesn't take forever, because the process of figuring it out must be long.

Mainly, the verdict will eventually be that Katsuki didn't really feel comfortable in the box she, her parents and Aldera put her in, which is a sort of vague idea of a Boy, Man, Son. She's mean and a bitch and probably a tomboy and she's a girl. That's all. She doesn't want of any of that flowery pink crap and being "gracefully feminine" like Momo is, she'll still kick your teeth in. Being a girl isn't fundamentally part of her identity or her personality, but it's who she's comfortable being.

She does enjoy skirts once she feels comfortable enough to wear them. She grows her hair a bit too (because she doesn't wanna look like her mother at first, but she ends up liking the look) and puts it up in a ponytail.

Makeup is a bitch but it looks cool, so she lets Mina, Aoyama and Shinsou use her face as a canevas for their weird makeup experiments. She thinks she looks like a clown half the time though (she doesn't, she's really cute). She mostly does eyeliner, which she already knew how to do before starting her transition, and very rarely lipgloss.

She doesn't really care about having breasts or softer traits, mainly because her traits are already pretty androgynous when she looks at herself, and she's already got big pecs so like. Basically tits. It's the same, it doesn't really matter. She's happy with how her body looks, she worked to have a healthy body and she doesn't care if it's "not a woman's body" or whatever the fuck. She likes how her body is and she doesn't really care about changing it.

She thinks of using she/they (like Jirou) but doesn't exactly care about they/them? Like they're not bad to have used on her (way better than he/him) but she prefers just using she/her.

She doesn't change her first name. It means victory, so it's already perfect for her. It's her name.

Some of her friends (the ones who aren't scared of death cough cough Shinsou) call her Katsuki-chan (Kacchan is copyrighted) but most her friends call her Kats', because she let slip one time she thinks it's cute.

To end this because good lord I've been typing for some time, here's my Transfem Bakugou pinterest board. I actually have a bunch of transfem characters pinterest boards lmao

Also realizing I almost didn't talk about Izuku. Damn I've really betrayed myself as a bkdk truther. Rip.

[bakerinator]

[dumpygrimbos]

A Lot Can Change In A Year Chapter One

A trans My Hero Academia fanfic about Bakugou’s journey to accepting herself and overcoming her past self.

Sample:

Sleep wouldn’t come though as Kacchan wittled away the hours, trying to will the rampant thoughts to stop. One in particular kept bubbling to the surface and triggering a tug-of-war between this will only make this nerd hate me even more, and there’s no way this nerd could hate me more.

In the end, the latter won out and Kacchan decided to let this thought out. It was deep into the night at this point, and Deku’s soft breathing could barely be heard.

Kacchan’s voice was barely a whisper as it rang into the room, “Hey Deku, you still awake?”

“Yeah,” came a groggy reply.

“Look I’m not good at this sappy shit or anything, but I figured I should get this off my chest. I feel like it’s gonna eat a fucking hole into me if I don’t.”

Deku gulped.

Shit, was this a mistake? What if Deku is grossed out, or has me kicked out?

After a moment though Deku said, “Um. Okay I guess.”

No turning back, even if this ruins everything and I end up back on the fucking street. After a deep, shuttering break, Kacchan spoke, “I think… I think something was wrong with me. When I was born I mean. Ever since puberty hit, it’s like I can’t feel comfortable in my own damn skin anymore. Every day it’s like my body swells a little in the wrong places and warps more and more into my own personal shitty-ass prison. It’s like I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore. When I look at the girls in our class, I’m always so goddamn jealous of them. They look so pretty, and happy, and their skirts are cute, and just once I’d like to be able to hang out with a group of girls without everyone in the class hooting like it something illicit. And the one time I said any of this stuff to my friends they looked at me like I’d grown a second fucking head. So I go online and try to read up on it, right? Because surely I can’t be the only one who feels like this, right? Well, I found a lot of stuff that made me feel like I was a fuckin’ pervert, a lot of stuff that was for perverts, and then finally some useful information. Listen Deku, if you say one goddamn thing about this to anyone we know I will explode your fucking nuts off. I think I’m transgender. I want to be a girl. I think I was always supposed to be one, I mean.”

Having finished her scattershot explanation, Kacchan sunk further under the sheets as she awaited Deku’s response. She would never admit it, even to herself, but she was genuinely afraid of what he might say. After a few seconds that felt like years Kacchan spoke up again, probably louder than she intended to, “You probably think I’m pathetic right? Someone as strong as me can’t possibly have this stupid of a fucking weakness, huh? You better not be looking down on me, you shitty goddamn bullshit fucking Deku!”

“Not at all, Kacchan, I think that’s really brave. It takes a lot of strength to admit that to yourself, and even more to talk to someone else about it. I don’t really understand a lot of this stuff, but I’m gonna do some reading on it in the morning, okay?” Deku’s voice was soft and comforting, but started to shake with the fear of a man about to step on a landmine as he continued, “Is this why your mom kicked you out?”

“Yeah,” Kacchan whispered hoarsely, “Or maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. After she saw me get my ass kicked by that villain on national television, she hit me and grounded me for a week.”

Deku stared at her intently. She’d already told him and Inko about this, why did he seem so concerned?

She shrugged, “Its not that weird, jeez. She hits me for a lot of stuff. It’s supposed to straighten me out and make me tough. She used to tell me that with a scary-ass quirk like mine, I’d end up a villain otherwise.”

Deku shook his head, “That’s not…”

Kacchan continued, headless to his ongoing muttering, “And while I was stuck in my room with nothing to do, I started researching. I don’t know what it was, but after that villain nearly killed me this all felt a lot more urgent. Like, was I willing to die still feeling like this? I found out about all this trans shit and realized I’m probably a part of it. And found out a lot of people don’t fucking like it. But I thought my own damn mother wouldn’t be like that. So, I told her. Then she screamed a lot, disowned me, and threw me out onto the streets.”

“That’s so awful…”

“Yeah no fucking kidding, shitty Deku. Some mother that bitch turned out to be,” A moment of silence passed between them before she quietly added, “Between the ‘wanting to be a girl’ thing, the way I pushed you away and how my parents looked at me… I feel like I’ve always dreaded the future.”

“…Do you need a hug?” Izuku offered.

“Fuck no, I don’t need a hug! Don’t fucking look down on me for this, Deku!” Kacchan hissed.

“Okay. I just know that must hurt a lot. Well, the offer is still open. Do you want to talk to my mom about it?”

That, of all things, made Kacchan visibly tense up under the sheets, “Not yet. I know I need to talk to her about it sometime, but I don’t think I’m ready yet. As much as it fucking sucks, can you still talk to me like a guy around Aunty?” Full version can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42990357/chapters/108016305

[clownwritesfanfic]

I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.

Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I don’t care

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,512

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself ‘mother’, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.

Important info before you read‼️

This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people don’t read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldn’t care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because I’m very proud of this.

Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. She’s not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone would’ve been a single parent.

Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Title is inspired by ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.

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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what today’s class is.

The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.

“Listen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!” Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.

“Today isn’t about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path being….PARENTHOOD!” She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.

“Wait, what?!” “Seriously?” “What do you mean?!” A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Settle down!” Midnight got the attention of the students. “This lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.”

There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. “You will have one week to care for these babies.” She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. “These dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, “sleep”, “eat”, and soil its diaper like a real baby. They’re also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. Now…any questions?”

A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didn’t matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. “WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!”

“Sit down.” Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. “While this lesson isn’t exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, they’re easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you won’t be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where you’re in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?”

Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.

“Eeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!” Ashido squealed.

“I don’t think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.” Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.

“Correct you are, child.” Recovery Girl said. “The infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they can’t communicate their needs and wants with words. It’s a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.”

Midnight spoke up. “You will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so don’t freak out if you’re partnered with someone you don’t have romantic feelings for. What’s important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?”

Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked “If we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You can’t expect us to take the baby with us! That’s highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!”

“Yes, you’re right. We don’t expect you to keep the doll with you while training. That’s why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. It’s like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, you’ll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.” Midnight answered.

“Thank you very much for clearing this up.” Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.

Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright! With everything out of the way, let’s draw for your partners.” She held up a blue plastic box. “In this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you don’t get to chose that either.” As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.

Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.

You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.

Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that you’ll basically be a single parent as you can’t imagine he’d want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.

“Um…hey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess we’re partners for the week.” You said, gently.

“I can fucking see that. I’m not blind, dumbass.” He retorted.

Ah, it seems he’s decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. You’ll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. You’ve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but they’ve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“Right…well. We should talk about how we want to do this.” You started. “I think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably don’t want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. There’s not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.” You let out a weak laugh.

Bakugou growled. “Do whatever you want but don’t be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Don’t stop your training over some dumb doll.”

“But…you would be stopping yours if you-“ You get cut off by the blonde.

“I’m already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isn’t going to do anything. Besides, you’re weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that I’m the best in this entire school!” He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.

“Ha…yeah…okay.” You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.

“Please return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Said Midnight.

You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.

You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.

“Move it.” He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.

“Look. She looks like you.” You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.

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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of course…except for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.

You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You weren’t exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isn’t actually real, but you guessed you’d find out the reason sooner or later.

You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you don’t even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.

As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.

“Oh! Hello….you must be awake now I guess.” You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. “Ha…I guess you are kinda cute.” You felt as if you were talking to yourself.

When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey! Come over here! We’re all showing off our babies!” She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.

“Course! What kinda man would I be if I didn’t offer a seat to a lady with a baby!” He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.

“Ha! That rhymed.” Kaminari pointed out.

“Awww you got a girl? How lucky!” Mina squealed. “Kirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.” You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.

“You named it?” You asked.

“Well yeah! We can’t just keep calling him “it” and “the baby”.” She explained as if it was obvious.

Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. “Yes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!”

There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.

“Riki…” You thought to yourself. “I’ll call you Riki.”

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“Riki?” Bakugou gawked. “You gave it a name?”

Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because “no one was doing it right”. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she “ate”.

“First off, she’s a she not an “it”. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and I’m not going to call her an “it” the whole week. Besides…I thought Riki would be a good name. It means “strong”….and since she kinda looks like you, I figured you’d want your kid to be strong like you so…” You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. “We can change it though if you really don’t like it.”

Bakugou huffs. “No…call it-…..call her whatever you want.” He continues to cook in silence. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you won’t have to do this alone after all.

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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew she’d be so good at something like that?

You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to “sleep” and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasn’t. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.

You stared at your screen open on Bakugou’s blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.

You didn’t know if you should even bother asking him if he’s still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didn’t want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.

You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own training…but you genuinely couldn’t think on how training would benefit you.

Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. There’s also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. You’re basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.

It’s ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. It’s even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.

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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.

You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasn’t done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldn’t stop crying and you couldn’t figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.

You weren’t much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didn’t go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.

“Oh Bakugou! There you are. I’m guessing since you’re not in uniform you’re still taking Riki today.” You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. “So I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so you’re not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.” You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.

As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.

“Oh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.” You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.

“Ahhh I’m sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.” The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. “Come on, we got to get to class!”

“Right, yeah, I’m coming.” You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You sure you’ll be okay? I know it’s only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then that’s fine.”

“Tch…how incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!” He barked back at you.

You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. “Ok, well…see you later then!” You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.

“Heyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?” Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.

Bakugou growled. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.” He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.

Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasn’t sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.

“Jesus. She didn’t mention how fucking annoying it would be.” He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldn’t find it. In fact, he didn’t remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.

In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.

Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. she’s crying but I can’t find that bag you were talking about

You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.

You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor I’m on right?

Bakugou scoffed.

Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. I’m not stupid.

You: never said you were <3 have fun lol

You didn’t realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.

After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.

“Alright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.” Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He thought out loud.

He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? No…that couldn’t be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldn’t have that still made his heart feel weird.

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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.

He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.

“Sooo, who do you like?” Mina asked with a teasing voice.

“Who, me?” You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. “Well…I guess I kinda have a thing for Bakugou…” You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?!” “Wait, Bakugou?!” “Really?” The girls cried out in unison.

“Why is that so shocking? You guys seriously don’t think he’s at least a little bit attractive?” You inquired.

Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. You…had a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?

“You don’t think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?” Uraraka asked.

“Hm…not really. Sure he says some mean stuff but…he doesn’t actually mean it.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…he always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesn’t even know our names.” Jirou huffed.

“Yes he does!” You laughed. “He’s not stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.”

“He is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.” Yayorozu chimes in.

“Exactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like he’s rushing into things but it’s obvious he’s put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. He’s also more compassionate than you’d think.” You said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well I think you’re wrong with that.” Tsu replied.

“Because you guys are only seeing the surface level. You’re not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?” They nodded. “When Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally could’ve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! That’s what I like about him. He’s not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.” You trailed off, looking ashamed.

“Wait. YOU were an asshole?” Mina prodded.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the “friends” that I did have were only my “friends” so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeah….I see through Bakugou’s walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.” You changed the subject.

“Wow…you’re whipped for him, aren’t you?” Mina teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell him that. I don’t need him on my ass about it.” You blushed and waved her off.

“You sure you don’t want him on your ass?” Mina teased again.

“OH SHUT UP!” You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.

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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it’s your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! It’s been a few weeks since that and it’s still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasn’t sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other hand…he felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didn’t make fun of him for it. He will admit that you weren’t that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.

“I guess…she’s not so bad…” He said softly to Riki.

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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.

Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.

You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. “Hey! How’d it go? Was she fussy?” You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.

“Tch, no. I told you I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know what we’re doing but it’s nice to know that you’re taking this seriously.” You replied standing back up.

“HA? YOU THINK I WOULD’NT? YOU THINK I’M NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?” He yelled as he let off small explosions.

“Course not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But it’s nice that you’re playing along.” You smiled sincerely.

Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.

He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.

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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.

It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll “sobbed” louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!

You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.

Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugou’s room.

You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.

“Bakugou, fuck, I’m so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but she’s been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and I’ve tried everything but she just won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do and I’m probably gonna make us fail cause I can’t get her to fucking stop and I just…” You panted “…can you please help me?” You nearly whined.

“Give her to me.” Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.

You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didn’t even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.

“She had been crying for so long…I tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?” You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.

A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.”

He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.

“She’s been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldn’t handle…but she just had to act like a total brat tonight.” You sighed.

“Hey.” Bakugou said sternly. “Don’t call our daughter a brat…that’s my line.”

You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll “our daughter”. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Bakugou decided he’d take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.

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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldn’t lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you won’t have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.

When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.

“Coming in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.” Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. “Todoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!” Midnight finished.

There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they could’ve done better from the people with higher marks.

You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasn’t so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.

At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his life….he didn’t mind coming in second.

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Bonus:

Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.

But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.

“What should we name her?” You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.

“…..Riki.” Bakugou said softly.

[perception-sets-it-fair]

Getting on the BKDK train

Gotta track my descent into madness for these boys.

Much Ado About Guard Dogs by tumbleweedchaser Bakugo’s apartment gets crushed by Mt.Lady, so Fat Gum sets him up with a live in bodyguard gig for some scientist who needs protection from the League.  Turns out its the quirkless Deku who he was horrific to in middle school. 

Let's Revisit Rule No.9 by SaphhicPandaBear Izuku asks his boyfriend Katsuki to degrade him during sex, but the name he wants to be called makes Katsuki pause. 

I’m no hero; that’s understood by Fitzrovia post war year 3 at UA. A celebrity matchmaker with a special quirk unleashes a whole bunch of memories and feelings for Bakugo.

Stress Fracture by okakachan post war in recovery Bakugo living with Deku and dealing with his fears of intimacy.

Fireworks Display by crovorising, shaggyherbals Bakugo tries bottoming and it’s kind of a revelation

Rut Buddy by Hazel_Witch Alpha hero Bakguo, omega Izuku. Reunited childhood friends thanks to an app. Featuring quirkless Izuku, reverse slowburn, mission fic.  

Show Me Your Teeth by Ikira Bakugo gets hit with a vampirism quirk. Class 1-A helps him out with his new thirst, but Izuku is acting a little weird about it.

seem to shun hiro_academia (bioplast_hero) Bakugo kisses Deku and it starts a tentative new level of intimacy. Featuring trans Bakugou and bottom Deku. 

the scientific method - capncapnk Izuku realizes he is really into seeing Katsuki cry.

Summit by SuiCausa Fantasy setting where the villagers like Izuku and Katsuki climb a mountain in search of a dragon. Leads to magical transformation/dragon banging.

chocolate's an aphrodisiac gabstar Katuski is real sweet during a long stakeout mission and Izuku has an idea.

Smile/Snarl SashaDistan Pro hero Dyanmight is scared of the dentist. Turns out, his childhood friend became one. AKA the one where Bakugo is feeling subby for hot dentist Izuku. 

The extraordinary circumstances of falling for you (again) by bakutiddys Post break up, the boys are on a big group mission and get hit by a sex pollen quirk.

Don't Wanna Tango With You (I'd Rather Tangle With Him) Fitzrovia  Izuku says hes sparing with Kacchan to get out of a girl asking him out. He has an interesting reaction to pinning Katsuki down.

knew you first hysunshine Its third year, Bakugou is in therapy and is opening up a bit. Slight angst, fluff, trans Bakugou goodness.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Enji: Ya'know you look familiar...

Bakugou after transitioning: Are you messing with me?

Enji: I got it! You're that kid from Shouto's first sports festival! But you look a little different...

Bakugou: I mean yeah I-

Enji: You let your hair grow out.

-Later-

Shouto: See what I mean?

Bakugou: I thought you were joking!

Honestly it's not even that because he knows who Katsuki is (like this would happen during the arc where Shoto, Izuku and Katsuki are Endeavor's work study students so clearly he chose the kid and has his school file)

But it's just.

This might actually be before Enji learns about gay people. And it's DEFINITELY before he learns about trans people.

So it's just a thing of like. You tell him your pronouns and he's like 'okay sure'. Anyone tries to misgender you? Hm they're probably being an asshole because obviously you'd know what gender you are better than anyone else, right?

So he gets to meet Katsuki properly and all three kids go 'she's a girl', so he rolls with it and says she's a girl too.

'But didn't the Sports Festival make a big deal of boy vs girl on the Katsuki/Ochako fight? Wouldn't he know from-'

The people who started that heckling from the crowd were sexist assholes so clearly they were mistaking Katsuki for a boy because she's kinda butch.

He does learn about trans people /eventually/ which certainly explains some things but like. He's just rolling with it.

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

BNHA 428: This chapter made me annoyed and yet it was still somewhat better than I expected?

Himichako. I like it, it's a good ship- not one I'm crazy about, but the vision is compelling. I mean, the loved girl on hard times who admires honesty but represses her feelings + hunger motifs, and the formerly wealthy and rejected girl who's honest to herself but masks her sadness from others + drinking motifs? Being so similar at their core from selfishness, bleeding love, admiration and imitation? Yeah, why not, sign me up, it looks fun.

(plus Ochako needed a subplot that would shy away from Izuku because oh boi her writing is messy-)

Then the ending annoucement happened and I immediately went "oh no" when I remembered that tidbit. But. Yesterday, I remembered this page from 424, which in hindsight makes sense:

Shoto moving forward and choosing to not dwell on his past anymore, because he wants to know the man he wants to become alongside his family of choice.

Spinner feeling so much grief for Tomura inside his room, his extra Quirks add up to it. Further gut points as it was all because of AFO, but the wrong person is getting the blame.

Ochako looking lost and dissatisfied, not really saying anything about Himiko's status; then her hidden injury which left a scar that'll never go away, nothing can change that.

And then, well, a sky with a chance to fight for a "bright future". Which is the most ambiguous you can get for anything, really, sequel or not.

(sidenote: is it me or the panel where she's touching her stab wound looks like a tangent line?)

Okay so, I went into the chapter, with Pikahlua's translations. It was A Chapter alright-

If it wasn't the antepenultimate chapter, the "filler" would've been welcomed. But I guess it means we should focus on the smaller details, I guess? Like that 1st year saying Izuku filled him with courage and Izuku immediately thinking of Spinner's pain? Yeah he hates himself and that people call him a hero, when he considers himself a murderer, and will never forgive himself for failing Tenko, therapy for him and everyone in Class 2-A please- yeah it was a fun detail. Also the throb of hiding your pain of "defeating" someone you wanted to save but in the end everything is miserable but everyone else is happy and you don't wanna be a bother. Fun.

Also I wasn't the one to point the out, but looking at the uniform (U.A. uniform blazer for boys + the tie with a dot for girls), the student who's a Izuku fan is probably trans/gnc, which I appreciate a lot :D (Damn Izuku attracts so many queer people I wonder if that's a sign- /hj)

Also, I guess Class A stating "[Bakugou], Midoriya and Todoroki were at the heart of it all" then focusing on Ochako is good foreshadowing on how her own battle wasn't fully recorded? It's like saying in the end her fight didn't matter, but the other ones went "well", so she's trying (and slowly failing) to keep her sadness at bay because, well, everyone's happy, so who cares? Another "throb".

I thought since the Todoroki family issues are out in the open, didn't they record the whole thing? Then I re-read it, they only saw the family stopping Touya from exploding. So they didn't see Shoto trying to talk to Touya, which means none of the LoV were humanized. Fuck's sake.

After that, I get focusing on the first years and civilians wanting to help and all, but it feels like a repeat of everything seconds before Jakku, so I assume it's a way for them to pretend things are normal? But not-quite-quoting Katsuki (<- which I will point out for my sake is very much alive and well and- oh boi LFtR will kill me) and Edgeshot here because it made me smile:

"Will you...go back to the way you were?" "I plan to attain something greater than what I was originally!"

So, yeah I suppose he'll be fine eventually. (Best J. really loving Edgeshot even as a worm, honestly, goals)

Again with Izuku remembering saying "[He'll] bring it all back" and apologizing for "not keeping his promise" and others telling him to not blame himself and they can reconstruct as many times as it takes. Again, gave me a little smile, but not for long-

Finally, Ochako pretending things are fine. Hello there, Sports Festival/Provisional License!Ochako I missed you- /hj (I miss the dorms era in general, actually.)

So... *sigh* Full disclosure: I wasn't looking forward to Himichako as we were getting 5/10 pages for the "conclusions" in the previous two, I thought Ochako would be off about Himiko being depressed about the League. But since she's MIA, red flags are now red herrings, and it's better than the dead outcome. If Ochako got another person dying in her arms that'd just break her character.

A blood transfusion takes hours, she couldn't been doing that for more than 20min, if it was gonna kill anyone it'd be Ochako. Either Himiko ran away or got arrested, and Ochako feels guilty because she doesn't know if she's dead or not. Not great, but until I see a corpse she ain't dead. Besides: Touya, Shoto, Edgeshot, Katsuki, Toshinori, Ochako herself, all physically hurt unlike her, and yet they live.

And then we have Izuku showing up. I'm upset he used OFA embers for this, but eh, it's Izuku, do I expect anything else?

Rolling with the assumption Himiko died (like our POV characters), Izuku would need to face his own failure in Ochako- Failed to save two people like she failed Himiko, but it'd be so. Empty. Ochako was true to herself, while Izuku gave nothing but "I want to save that crying kid" while fighting Tenko. The most they can do is bond with "failing" and "this isn't what we fought for". This is not really a moment where he can be a shoulder to cry on, it'd come across as hypocritical /neg.

The only way it could make sense it without being shallow on Mr. Control = Repress Your Heart's part (as he didn't open up to the two people who died in "his watch") is Ochako telling how Himiko loved yet seeing him repressing this part of his is idiotic? She likes people who are true to themselves, which Izuku hasn't been for ages, leading to him realizing something. I thought it'd be through a DvsK3 but. I'll take it, two chapters left, I just want his thoughts (and for them to talk but that can happen in the last one).

They only recorded Shoto stopping Touya from being a suicidal bomb, Ochako floating a bunch of Twice!Himiko clones and Izuku entering a coccon, popping out armless, getting them back, punching Tenko to death. The "I want to save [them]" wasn't registered, it makes sense they're (well, Izuku and Ochako mostly) weirded out about this, dissatisfied like most readers are (sidenote: why when it comes to the trio either Ochako or Shoto get sidelined? So much could tie their stories together and yet-)

It's still a tough pill. I'm not a villain stan, just wondering if those fights were for nothing- the humanity of Tenko and Himiko? Can't be proved for anyone else, since they weren't recorded.

And I don't know if anyone saw the same thing, but those "city lights" look like the bubbles from Ochako's awakening, maybe we'll get a Blackwhip or Entrance Exam callback? Maybe it's what the tagline meant by "hidden feelings", since she unlocked it to reach Himiko and doesn't think anyone would understand why. I hope it's just a nice visual though.

If Himiko is truly dead though... You know, I headcannoned the characters were telling the story through confessionals/recordings to register it to the world so they'd learn from that, but I guess the interviews Aizawa was talking about seemed more likely, which. Well it's something, but I thought it'd be everyone instead of just Class A. Idk. The idea the LoV didn't change anything, or that they did change things but don't get to see it, is bitter.

So uh. Yeah, those are my thoughts. I'm not sure how to feel about it, on one hand I want Izuku to finally open up but on the other, it feels like it'll be at Himiko and Ochako's expense by involving him in something that's theirs now. And there's a chance we'll get the "nothing is fine" from Ochako- god I'm fearing the discourse next week already :DDDD

... Man, and this is a bad timing to be in the fandom, considering the LFtR episode airs this Saturday (which will be yesterday by the time this post goes up and I'll be crying about that instead-), so uh. Yeah, this fandom will be emotionally devastated for two reasons XD

Okay, so I'll try ending this on a more optimistic note: I think Himiko is alive, and Ochako just doesn't know it, which is why we're getting 0 confirmation and a breakdown. Izuku's confrontation with her can make or break this plot, but as long as 1) we acknowledge the emotional, different stakes between the Himichako fight and Tenko vs. Izuku one and 2) it doesn't end in a confession (and let's be real, it won't), then we're probably good (sadly, if you disregard the LoV status). I still think it's an ass pull for the camera battery to go out though.

But no matter how this goes: C'mon, two chapters left now, this one was wasted on the first years, smh, let this sequel hopium be a reality I wanna know who's the 425 guy, not the poor first year who's gonna replace Shindo Yo in fanfics- /hj

[lennons-lemonade]

Class 1-A Headcanons! (part three)

I’m mainly going to be focusing on appearances and sexuality, as that is depicted in the images I edited.

Continuing with characters I headcanon as masc identifying (trans & cis guys). If any of your faves are not present please check part one & part two!

Included in this part: Tenya Iida, Mashirao Ojirou, Eijirou Kirishima, Rikidou Satou, Katsuki Bakugou, & Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida (he/him)

Tenya Iida is a bicurious asexual. He previously had a crush on Ochako Uraraka, but thinks he may be interested in Sero Hanta.

He often gets muscle cramps in his legs and has had panic attacks before, but is working to mitigate both.

He enjoys orange juice, action movies, and history. He reads text books for fun, but can also be found in the common room spending time with his peers or running around UA.

Mashirao Ojirou (he/him)

Ojirou is transmasculine and heterosexual. He is dating Tooru Hagakure.

He is very bottom heavy due to his quirk, but other than that is relatively unhindered in his everyday life.

He enjoys martial arts, gardening, and rom-coms. He can be found in UA's gym training with any number of his classmates or on his monthly date with his girlfriend.

Eijirou Kirishima (he/him)

Kirishima is transmasculine and gay. He is dating Katsuki Bakugou. He is also considering using neopronouns, but not quite certain yet.

He suffered greatly with depression in middle school, but has gotten better with therapy. He is slightly dyslexic and has ADHD. Later in life he will develop joint problems due to his quirk, but he's doing pretty well as of right now.

He enjoys swimming, weight training, and punk music & fashion. His like of swimming comes from his mom's DNA, which means he's often in the pool with Tsuyu Asui. However, he is often in the gym with his peers, sparring or otherwise working out. He, Tokoyami Fumikage, & Kyouka Jirou are a part of fake club they call the emo/goth/punk alliance, which meets monthly.

Rikidou Satou (he/him)

Rikidou is the only cisgender heterosexual in class 1A. He is not currently interested in dating anyone in his class, but there's a really cute girl at a cafe he frequents that he's recently taken note of.

He has high blood sugar due to his quirk's need for sugar and as a result gets frequent headaches and is very tired. He also has acne.

He enjoys fitness, meal planning, baking, and stand-up comedy. He's often in the kitchen, cooking or baking for himself or the class. He usually will watch a comedy routine on a streaming service while his food bakes.

Katsuki Bakugou (he/rose/blast)

Katsuki is agender and achillean. He is dating Eijirou Kirishima.

Rose is hard of hearing and slowly going deaf from his explosions. He also gets acne & rashes due to his quirk, as having nitroglycerin on his skin all day isn't the best for it.

Blast enjoys cooking, sparring, playing the drums, and punk music. He is often in the kitchen around dinner time, but otherwise is in his or Eijirou Kirishima's bedroom working or reading. Rose also plays rose's drums at least twice a week.

Izuku Midoriya (he/they/rose/petal/blast)

Izuku is omnisexual, polyamorous and identifies with the term rosboy (which is roughly, a feminine guy). He is dating Shouto Todoroki and Ochako Uraraka. Additionally, they are metamours with Tsuyu Asui and Momo Yaoyorozu.

Rose has early onset arthritis, especially in rose's fingers due to rose's quirk.

Petal enjoys gardening, working out, note taking, and volunteer work. Blast is often out of the dorms at the local animal shelter or elementary schools, assisting with whatever blast can. However, he usually in the gym or his bedroom when he is home, training, taking notes or watching old hero flics.

[atthelowestfromao3]

About atthelowest

Hey! This is Alice or atthelowest, I'm new here (and don't know how to properly use this app or Twitter for the matter) but like I wanted to promote my first fic ever on AO3. You can call me she/her, girl, Alice, atthelowest if you like have any questions or even a request (maybe for a future fic? Idk kkk let's see how I do in my first one first). First of all, Im twenty so my fics may be heated in the future (idk we will see how it goes y'all but like yeah) so please properly check the tags of the fics (or don't I'm not your mom). Second of all, I would like to say that I don't usually like to label myself because like I don't think I know enough about the LGBTQ+ community but I guess you could call me bi or at the least I guess my friends who understand about such important matters do (hey, Ive been reading educational stuff and articles give me a break its a slow process but I don't think I know enough to say properly), idk y'all I like girls and boys and don't judge anyone and like want everyone to be happy. I read ALL kinds of pairings. Not that any of this is like your business, but I wanted to introduce myself so you don't think that it's a robot. In third place, Im autistic, have anxiety and ADHD so like if I don't express myself properly or like was mean to you I probably didn't mean it (unless you are a sexist transphobe racist homophobic pig). Also, English is not my first language, Im Brazilian y'all. I started to write my first fanfic because MHA has ended and because like Ive read sooooooo much fanfic on ao3 and I was so sad it ended and like wanted to gift you all bakudeku, bkdk, idk Tumblr has so much names twitter too I prefer it on ao3 where is like Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya wayyyy easier (also I don't understand y'all way of tagging I, for myself, read all kinds of variants like sometimes Katsuki tops, sometimes its Deku, sometimes one of them is trans, sometimes they are both girls, sometimes its with one as male the other as female, idc I love them together). I read other ships too but they are one of my favorite couples (I also love dickbabs very much). In fourth place, Im amazed by the fanart, the memes, the ideas both here and on Twitter. There was a huge part of the fandom I was missing (when I rarely saw art on a fic I thought it was like from Pinterest sue me and never clicked in links that take you out of ao3 because I found them suspicious). Anyways, Im losing myself here. What I mean is: Im so grateful for all the fics, fanart, everything related to them that feels like these open love letters for this ship that I also wanted to give a gift to y'all (its my love language) so I created my fic! I also wanted to contribute some way! Sending much love to y'all and appreciation for us who ship Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya.

[gardenofnoah]

(cw: this is smut. MDNI, and don’t read it if you don’t like it. please do not report the work, just kindly move along like a normal human being thanks love u (other tags: a little bit of objectification, lots of praise, fingering, oral sex, katsuki calls reader a good girl once, names of body parts, trans!bakugou, fluff)).

thinking about helping bakugou take off his binding tape.

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you stand behind him, brushing your lips over the ridge of his shoulder while the water beats at his chest. your fingers reach around to grip the edges of the tape, pulling gently as the adhesive dissolves under the hot water.

they come up with ease and your hands replace them, massaging and groping at his chest. fingers pinching his soft nipples.

“what’re y’doin—“ it’s a little breathless, a little slurred, and it makes you smile. he tips his head back to tap against your own at a particularly harsh tug of his nipple.

“just making sure the adhesive is off,” you tell him innocently, kissing the junction of his shoulder and his neck, making his breath stutter in his chest. you wrap your fingers around the arm at his side and pull him around until he’s facing you.

and isn’t he a sight. nipples red and pebbled from your wandering hands, face flushed a similar shade (from the steam of the shower or you, you can’t be sure). bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he eyes you through hooded lids.

“actually,” you lean in to press a chaste kiss to his throat, and then his collarbone, “i think i missed some.”

you don’t give him much warning before you pull his nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the little bud before grazing your teeth over it in the way you know drives him crazy.

and you feel it has, if the way his cock, swollen and poking through his folds, ruts against your hip is anything to go by. you pull back to watch, letting him use you a little, mostly fascinated by how big he is against your skin. his fingers thread through the hair on the back of your head, and he pulls you to him until your forehead rests against the sharp cut of his cheekbone. he pants into your ear as he drags his cock along the curve of your body and the wave of arousal that nearly makes your knees buckle cannot be helped.

“katsuki,” you breathe, sliding your hand between your bodies to cup him, reveling in the groan he lets out at the weight of your palm against him. you slide your hand up until your fingers can curl around him, stroking him lightly. you hold back your own groan at the mess between his legs—all hot and slick and hard, just for you.

“want to feel this fat cock inside of me,” you whine in his ear, because you know it’ll get him to buckle and because you do. it’s actually all you can think about right now—the weight of his hips pinning you as he drags himself through your folds, the way you’d clamp down around him when he pushed inside you.

so caught up in the day dream are you that you startle a little when he crushes his mouth to yours. it’s immediately so much—the heat of the water against your slippery bodies, the way he presses you back against the cooler tile and takes over all of your senses.

you pant into his mouth when his fingers reach around the back of your knee and pull your leg up to hitch over his hip. his fingers brush against where you are soaking and the moan he lets out is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot.

“all this for me?” he rasps, running the backs of his fingers through your mess. he brushes against your clit and your knee buckles, but he has you pressed against the tile so tightly that you think you could go deadweight and you wouldn’t budge. he brings his hand to his mouth, pulling his fingers apart to watch your slick stretch between them. he brings his hand to your mouth and your lips part almost unconsciously, tongue wrapping around his knuckles before he can even tell you to.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasps, leaning forward to press a kiss against your temple. he pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches down to spread you apart, slotting his hips between yours. it takes some maneuvering, but he’s practiced—the head of his cock brushes against your entrance, gathering your slick and dragging it up so he can rub it against your clit.

you’re beside yourself now—whining and babbling against the skin of his throat between licks, sucks, and bites down the column of it. he pays you no mind, captivated by the silkiness and the warmth of you.

“you want me to fill this messy little pussy?” he growls against your temple, and you keen— it’s not often that katsuki indulges you like this. he’s usually full of praise and gentle touches, coaxing you off the ledge with careful fingers and soft tongue—but you love it when he gets a little mouthy.

“i—please, baby, i need it—“

“y’need it?” and you can hear the grin as he keeps up the movement of his hips, so fucking good but not enough, “how bad, princess?”

“please kat—it hurts—need you inside.”

he tuts like he thinks you’re pitiful, and you feel yourself clamp down around nothing. something about the way he patronizes you makes you so unbelievably shameless. you’re nearly delirious, licking up his neck like the taste of his skin can get you off. right now, it might.

“my poor baby,” he coos, and you shiver—his voice is dangerous now, against your ear, “get on your knees.”

you’ve never moved so fast in your life—so sudden that he nearly loses his grip on you, hissing at you to be careful. you pay him no mind, settling down on your knees in front of him, tongue automatically poking out from your lips as you blink up at him. you barely feel the cut of the tile into your skin—so enamored you are by the cheshire grin that spreads slow across his face.

“look at you,” he murmurs, brushing your damp hair back from your face. the spray of the water is shielded by his broad frame, and the cool air near the floor pulls goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“slutty little baby already knows what t’do,” he presses his thumb against the flat of your tongue—you let him open your mouth and play there until he’s content.

he steps closer to you, and he’s close enough now that you can smell him—you pant, open mouthed, trying to take more of him in. he chuckles darkly.

“sweet thing,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward to rub the tip of his cock over your tongue, “suck.”

at his word, your lips close around him—your tongue swirls over the head and your hollow out your cheeks, head bobbing up and down the length of him. feeling yourself drip down your legs as your tongue cradles the underside of his shaft.

“fuck,” he gasps above you, fingers coming down to weave through your hair. he presses you closer until your nose is tickled by his thick pubic hair. you breathe in his heavy scent, feeling grateful that the water hadn’t washed it away yet. you swallow around him and he lets out a string of expletives that go straight to your core.

you pull off of him, fingers coming up to stroke his length as your tongue seeks out where he is swollen and dripping. you push inside him gently and his hips buck.

“oh, fucking—yeah, baby, that’s good,” he groans, grinding his hips down to meet your tongue.

the taste of him is intoxicating—his slick dribbles off your tongue and down your chin, and you feel a little grief at wasting it but refuse to stop fucking him, not with the way he sounds right now—

all at once he pulls back, still gripping you by the hair as he pants, trying to collect himself. after a moment, he crouches down to your level, pulling you toward him until your lips are mere centimeters apart. the spray of the water flicks a few drops in your face and you don’t even notice, so enthralled by the man in front of you.

“my sweet baby waited long enough, hm?”

and you whine, long and pitiful, rubbing your thighs together unconsciously to soothe yourself. he watches you do this with a fondness that makes the ache so much worse.

he stands and reaches behind him to turn the shower off. he turns back to you, eyes raking over you, feeling a wave of pride at the way you’re still there on your knees—you really are a great listener.

“lay down, sweetheart.”

and so you do, back against the cooling tile. you spread yourself open for him, basking in his praise when you do.

he settles on his knees between your legs, hands running up the backs of your thighs to push your knees to your chest.

“hold ‘em there for me, angel.”

he settles over you, leaning over to press a devastatingly soft kiss to your lips, and then another, and so lost you are in him that when he finally brushes cock over your aching clit, you nearly come out of your skin.

“there y’go,” he says over your wails, reaching to wrap a hand around your throat, “so fuckin’ messy, baby. drippin’ down your ass right now.”

and he doesn’t give you any time to respond—not that you would’ve been able to, anyway—before he’s pressing the head of his cock inside of you.

“jesus christ,” he grits out between his teeth, “you gotta let me in, angel.”

but he’s only saying it to say it, because then he’s bullying his way in until he’s flush against you. his free hand comes down to where your bodies meet, and his thumb brushes over your achy clit. you clamp down around him, and he feels the way you whine against the hand he has wrapped around your throat.

he grinds his hips against yours, his own eyelids fluttering at the way you suck him into your body.

“y’gonna cum like this, pretty baby?”

“y-yes,” you wail, and it makes him smile.

leans down a little closer so you can see his face, tightening his grip minutely around your throat. he’s never really been into choking and neither are you—it’s more about the control. of showing you that he has you. it’s a comfort for both of you.

“go ahead, sweet girl. want this pussy to cum all over me.”

and you are nothing if not obedient, so you do, and hard. he never stops the brush of his thumb over your swollen clit, dragging out your orgasm with every stroke over it. you flutter around him at a pace that makes him dizzy, and he lets you take what you need from him—meets the stutter of your hips with his own deep grinds as you writhe underneath him. he ruts his hips against yours slowly, intentionally, until you’re shivering and over stimulated. you pulls his cock from you and revels in the slick sound it makes. it aches where it hangs between his folds and he can feel himself dripping between his legs, but he ignores it for the moment.

he leans over you, leaning down to meet your lips in a kiss of comfort. you sigh into it, and it makes him smile. he strokes the side of your throat with the pad of his thumb.

“you with me, baby?”

you hum, eyes blinking open slowly to look at him. he’s so beautiful it makes you ache. “want to make you cum, kat.”

“oh, angel, you don’t have—“

his words dissolve into a groan when you reach up to swipe your fingers through his heat.

“but i want to,” you whisper, teasing his messy little hole with the pad of your finger, “want to feel you.”

his face screws up with the concentration it takes to not sink down on your fingers completely. he jerks his head down, a quick nod. “y-yeah,” he chokes out, nodding again, “yes.”

you smile, pushing two fingers up until his body swallows them completely. you set a lazy pace, fucking up into him as he trembles above you.

he’s on his elbows, caging your head between them as he pants into your temple.

“touch that big cock for me, kat.”

he moans something pitiful into your ear and follows your directive. you bring your chin to you chest to watch him when he does—fascinated at the way his fingers tug at his length, all deep reddish-brown and impossibly hard. your fingers curve inside him and he nearly collapses on top of you. you watch as his slick rolls down your hand in fat beads.

“need you to cum, my love,” you coo, turning to rub your cheek against his. you’ve both completely forgotten that you’re on the cold shower floor—he’s taken over all of your senses.

“gonna—gonna cum,” he chokes out, his fingers speeding up over his cock. your fingers scissor inside of him, stretching him out, filling him up. “oh fuck, fuck, yeah, please—“

he lets out one more breathy “haah—fuck” before he goes rigid above you, squeezing your fingers tightly as he cums. his hips fall to meet yours, grinding your fingers deeper into him as he drags his twitching cock over the soft of your belly. you turn your head to kiss him, swallowing his moans and whines like they could sustain you.

he goes soft above you eventually, body moulding on top of yours like he’s boneless. you crane your neck to press a kiss to his jaw.

“we can’t sleep here, you know.”

he huffs, pulling your head into the crook of his neck with trembling fingers. you nuzzle into his throat.

“why not?” he grumbles, fingers soothing through a knot in your hair.

“i’m not sleeping on the tile, you big baby. we have a bed.”

he pinches your earlobe and you squeak in protest. it makes him smile. right now, he feels more content than he thinks he’s ever, crowded on the shower floor with you.

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[eijiroukiriot]

why do you see bkg as trans?

i've had this ask sitting in my drafts since like august BECAUSE i knew if i did the question justice it was gonna get VERY long and pretty personal - if i'm gonna talk about it then i gotta talk about it in all earnest. and you've given me the floor to talk about it. so!!

at first i had these typed out as two separate points but i think they go a lot more hand-in-hand than that, so to start - when i think about my own gender and why i can't bring myself to identify fully with womanhood a lot of it is because there's something that feels so free about masculinity. mostly just like because of womanhood on a societal level a lot of my experience as a girl forever has been "you need to think about how your existence makes other people feel. you really need to present yourself in a way that's pleasant for other people. the way you look, the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself - people are entitled to having a say in all that. and if any of that isn't living up to the way it's supposed to be, then that's a fault of yours." here's a vent post i made when i was 17:

which is mostly really superficial examples of the suffocating expectation of girlhood but it's also so blatantly about bkg. in the moment my thought process was more like "i'm so deeply unsatisfied with so many parts of being a girl, it sounds like there'd be so many less people to answer to if i were a boy" but it's funny reading back on it bc it's like "dude are you just talking about bkg". but then who's a better example of choosing to stomp through life exactly as loud and rude as he wants to be without answering to anyone than bakugou katsuki!! honest about his thoughts in any case!! free to speak as bluntly and rudely as he wants!! never putting up with shit that makes him feel unlike himself!! walks with big wide steps and wears stupid baggy clothes and doesn't care what people have to say about it and doesn't feel worse if they do disagree. grins crazy blasting himself through the air. fights with big windup swings and shouts all the while. huge huge presence and so unafraid to assert it. named himself great・explosion・murder・god dynamight. i think i project a big sense of defiance onto bkg's character because everything he is just feels so defiant to me. there's just a lot that i admire about boyhood and bkg feels like the embodiment of it to me

and then you've got bkg himself, who like- isn't even fulfilling the "doesn't feel worse about himself if he is genuinely not the greatest or kindest" part of it!! bkg's character is so centered around figuring out who he is and like navigating through the mortifying ordeal of existing and not actually liking the person you are and trying to figure out where to go from there- he really thinks he has so much to prove...both in the sense that he DOES want to project this big image and also that he really can't cut himself a break. and then he freaks out when he's not becoming the person he wants to be and picks a fight with deku over it and totally breaks down and picks himself back up and forces himself to seriously rewire the entire view of himself and others that he's had his entire life - he's 16 - and goes to all this teeth-clenching effort to be a better person and has highs and lows and wears himself raw and then comes back to life. well the quality of the later part of his arc is very debatable. but his character is so about just figuring out who he is and kind of failing at it a lot of the time. and then eventually figuring it out and getting confident and stable in it. he makes friends who rib on him because they know he's got a good heart under it all, and moreover he lets them. he gets good at shouting something back and carrying on. you see the amount of conscious thinking it takes him to take some of those steps - rethinking his relationship with deku, the god am i really fucking doing this scoff before he gives kirishima back the money - but a lot of it is just steady growth. growing up. genuinely getting more comfortable and more okay with himself over time. but there's also all these little failures along the way because he's just a kid figuring it out, and also genuinely this anger towards the world for not understanding it when he does assert himself (sports festival....where deku also specifically notes that he knows he's not as confident as he wants to be!)

i haven't really closely reread bnha in a sec so a lot of this is probably a lot of projecting (i know it's undeniably influenced by the picture of bkg i have in my head) and i probably also didn't really clarify anything, because in the end everything bakugou is feels very trans to me. "the image you have of bkg katsuki in your head can actually be so personal" etc. digging into my archives i found this post from years back where i described basically the same stuff about bkg being a teen figuring himself out and saying "so yeah he's trans" without being able to hit it more on the head. kirishima is my favorite most special boy of all time, and i love him in so many ways, but bkg is my cringefail stinky teen boy in w the unshatterable determination to actually go MAKE himself the person he wants to be, no matter how many missteps he makes on the way there. it brings me a lot of comfort to imagine him being a self-made man as a part of the because gender is so confusing and questioning can be so intense. i'm 23 and i'm typing all this about an anime boy so i hope it's evident what a soul-bearingly honest answer this is bc otherwise oh haha embarrassing. but yeah i love that kid. i hope every little victory and day where his voice sounds good to him and glance of his top scars in the mirror feels like one of the high points on the journey

[wholelottatransbians]

This is my sideblog for Queens Dressed in White content, as well as assorted BNHA thoughts.

I'm a trans woman writing fictional trans girls. Long time superhero fan, and had recently gotten back into BNHA.

Link to my AO3 page here.

AUs/Fics you can ask about under the cut:

Queens Dressed in White: Midoriya is a student as Seiai, along with several other girls in her age group. (Trans girl)

For Love And Justice: Midoriya can turn people into Magical Girls. (Trans egg)

Lady of Illusions: Midoriya has a Quirk based in stage magic, with a slight touch of reality warping. (Girl)

Bun for All: 1-B Midoriya with a Lagomorph Quirk. Also One for All. And a large polycule. Based partly in Deus' "Feral Fluffle" and "Cousin Rumi" AU's. (Girl)

How Monoma Neito (Accidentally) Saved Japan: In a blind panic, Monoma accidentally stole All for One, and the massive collection of Quirks within it, before joining UA. His only goal with them is to make 1-B the greatest class in UA's history.

Generation Zero: An X-Men inspired AU, where Quirked people are the minority and are actively mistreated by those without Quirks.

The Forgotten Goddess: Inspired by Deus' Divinity AU. Yaoyorozu is a long forgotten goddess of creation, and Midoriya is her loyal High Priestess.

Shooting Stars: A TTK wielding Midoriya had moved away back during Elementary School, and has no memories of Bakugou Katsuki.

Brand New Hero: An unethical MLA expreiment gives Midoriya shapeshifting powers akin to Kagemori Michiru from BNA.

Midnight Mass: Midoriya has the power to enter and manipulate dreams.

Rabbit Trick: With a touch Midoriya can turn you into a rabbit.

Bakugou Kasumi: Bakugou has a twin sister who is different from him in every way.

Daughter of Paradise: Themyscira native Midoriya Satomi.

Start a Revolution: Generator Rex crossover AU.

Hero Time: Ben 10 crossover AU.

Spiderbite: Melissa Shield with Spider powers.

Orchard Hero: Decent person Female Mineta.

Emerald Flames: Female Midoriya with a dragon Quirk.

Slipstream: Midoriya with Float, named after her grandmother.

Spellcrafter: Witch Midoriya.

Green Valley Chat: Multi AU crossover, any previous AU is able to interact with any other.