#weak hero class headers

[seugkwa]

weak hero class 2 ⚔️

[sailorjisunq]

井南 + 약한영웅 class

[highincalif]

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

[rakk-o]

“Y como un vicio que me duele,

quiero mirarte a los ojos”

“Y cuando te me acercas

se acelera mi motor”

[ourjisoo2]

熱 park jihoon ( ator ) lockscreens !

ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ

[m3ow1e]

愛してます 𖥻̫ love 1 ᝢ u ،⠀怜◞ ﹑ 🍰⠀㇒

[th4rr]

ICON HYUNWOOK

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[knowya-nabi]

"Nós não podemos ser amigos

Mas eu gostaria de simplesmente fingir

Você se apega aos seus papéis e canetas"

𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘- Na baek-jin x fem! Reader

𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗲: Eles nunca conseguiram ser apenas amigos e talvez nunca tenham tentado de verdade. Entre a tensão, o medo e um sentimento que insiste em crescer, Y/n e Baekjin lutam contra tudo o que os impede de ficarem juntos. Mas até quando é possível resistir ao amor quando o coração já escolheu por eles?

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: leve menção de assédio

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 1417

𝗩𝗢𝗖𝗘̂ 𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗘𝗞𝗝𝗜𝗡, lado a lado em um dia frio e nublado. E novamente, talvez tudo acabaria em uma discussão, pelo mesmo motivo "Nós não podemos ser amigos, Y/n!" Isso doi toda vez, mesmo que ele diga isso, você continuava voltando.

Mas por que ele dizia isso? Simples, era medo

Por mais que qualquer pessoa fazia o que "ele queria" era nítido que ainda há um certo pavor por dentro dele, a união era perigosa de mais. Você o questionava, ele só não queria ter que se preocupar com você, embora o fizesse, vocês tinham química além de tudo, ele esperava e queria o seu amor , e você queria o mesmo. Talvez ele apenas não queria ter que cuidar de você, manter você longe de tudo o que acontecia por lá, aliás, você também achava errado, mas não escolhemos quem amamos, e você o ama. Mas algumas vezes, já te encurralaram e desde então ele ficou com essa preocupação,esse medo:

-Você deveria me esquecer - Ele disse como se aquilo não o atingia

-Como se fosse fácil esquecer de alguém como você -Você disse, não era do tipo que não dava as indiretas, muito pelo contrário, você era atrevida demais, e isso com certeza foi de chamar atenção dele.

-Eu queria que parassemos de nós encontrar

-Estudamos na mesma escola, idiota. Mesmo se eu quisesse seria meio impossível

Ele suspirou, olhando pra você, vocês estavam lado a lado num ponto de ônibus

Você sorriu pequeno

-Por que tá sorrindo?-Ele perguntou

-Porque dessa vez não foi eu quem foi te encontrar- Você disse, atrevida.

Você estava certa, foi ele quem sentou-se ao seu lado, embora ele nem pegasse ônibus.

-Por quê veio, Baekjin?

Ele estava claramente perdido em suas ações, não sabia o porquê ele foi até você, mesmo com serviços a fazer, mas é óbvio, ele não queria ficar longe de você.

- Eu não sei. Você não sai da minha cabeça, eu quero você por perto, mas não podemos ser amigos

-Não podemos porque você não quer, eu sei que isso vai além da amizade Baekjin. Isso não funciona porque você não quer, eu entendo o seu medo de se aproximar e algo acontecer comigo-Você disse, pensando em todas as discussões passadas

Já Baekjin, se confundia, "mais além da amizade" você tinha razão, ele queria ser algo a mais.

-Você têm razão, mas nós não podemos ser amigos... deveríamos ser algo a mais.-Ele admitiu-Mas eu ainda tenho medo.

-Se você tem medo, por que continua nessa?-Você pergunto com a voz baixa

Ele não respondeu. Mas rebateu outra pergunta

-Você gosta de mim?-Ele perguntou te olhando

-Não é meio óbvio?

E silêncio.

-Eu não entendo...por que gosta de mim?Eu não faço coisas as coisas certas, mas eu também me sinto preso a isso. - Ele disse um pouco alto, mas aquilo não era raiva... talvez fosse o coração querendo explicações, motivos para alguém sentir algo por ele.

-Porque...porque é você Baekjin... você foi diferente, mesmo sendo tão frio, quando aquele pequeno gesto de estender a mão quando aquelas garotas me derrubaram...foi inesperado , e parecia que era só eu e você. E desde então eu fui me aproximando de você, no começo você não se preocupava, ainda éramos próximos, depois daquele dia que o alguns garotos da união tentaram me agarrar você ficou distante... embora eu tenha pensado que você se aproximaria mais. Mas além de tudo, eu sinto que me coração vai explodir toda vez que eu te vejo, quando eu roubava um abraço seu eu me sentia segura Baekjin...Eu não sei exatamente o porquê de você querer tanto que eu sumisse - Você disse, baixo, lágrimas escapando. E Baekjin ouviu tudo, com o coração pulsando mais e mais.

E silêncio, de novo.

-Eu não quero que você desapareça, eu quero que você fique... Depois daquele dia quando você me disse o que aconteceu, quando você confiou em mim o suficiente pra me dizer...eu me senti horrível por não estar lá, eu... acabei batendo neles, e , eu pensei que se eu apagasse você da minha vida eu não me preocuparia, eu pensei que você era apenas alguém que eu conheci...mas durante as nossas discussões passadas eu soube que sentia mais do que isso , não conseguiria fingir, me enganar. Eu não sei porque eu senti que se a gente se afastasse você ficaria segura, mas isso é uma tortura pra mim mesmo, te ver sozinha no corredor sem poder ir lá pra te fazer companhia...sem poder ser abraçado de surpresa...eu queria ter pensado melhor antes, talvez eu possa te proteger, cuidar de você Y/n, porque no fundo é tudo que eu quero, eu espero pelo seu amor...- Você ouvia em silêncio tentando engolir as palavras dele, você sentia um amor imenso, você sentia que ele estava ali mesmo sem falar, você nunca entendeu, você não o culpou pelo ocorrido, o que você mais queria era o amor dele, e compartilhar o seu com ele. Ninguém acreditaria se dissesse que se apaixonou pelo chefe de uma união, porque você era um pouco diferente dele, você só era atrevida com ele, pois os outros te viamo como uma figurante, parecia até o famoso "opostos se atraem" mas pra você não era tão diferente dele, você se conhece, eles não, mas você se apaixonou por ele, escrevendo poesias para si mesma, talvez um dia entregaria todas para ele, porque ele era seu paraíso, e você o horizonte dele.

-Então isso significa que você mudou de ideia?-Você olhou para ele como se um coração que havia se quebrado estava prestes a ser consertado.

-Sim, eu gostaria de recomeçar com você...Mas sendo mais que amigos, Y/n-Ele disse

-Era pra ser um pedido de namoro então?-Você perguntou achando meio divertido e fofo. Ele sorriu, enquanto assentia.

-Mas eu prometo, dessa vez eu irei cuidar de você, não vou deixar nada de ruim acontecer, porque eu quero você sempre por perto-Ele disse, olhando para você, um pouco mais baixa, ele levantou, assim estendendo sua mão para você segurar, assim como no dia em que se conheceram. E você obviamente, segurou.

Você segurou a mão dele com firmeza, sentindo a familiaridade daquele gesto. Mas havia algo diferente dessa vez... era mais quente, mais seguro. Ele te puxou com cuidado, te fazendo levantar do banco do ponto de ônibus. Seus olhos se encontraram - os dele carregados de arrependimento e ternura, os seus ainda marejados, mas brilhando com esperança.

Por um momento, nenhum dos dois disse nada. Estavam apenas ali, no silêncio confortável de quem já disse tudo o que importava. O mundo ao redor parecia longe demais para importar.

- Você me deixa maluca, sabia? - você sussurrou, quase rindo. - Mas mesmo assim... é só você.

Baekjin levou uma das mãos até seu rosto, limpando uma lágrima solitária com o polegar. Os olhos dele te observavam como se quisessem guardar cada detalhe seu naquela memória.

- E você me deixa... vivo - ele disse, quase num sussurro, antes de se aproximar lentamente.

Seu coração disparou. Por um instante, ele hesitou, como se pedisse permissão apenas com o olhar. E foi você quem encurtou a distância, levantando o rosto e encostando seus lábios nos dele.

Foi um beijo calmo, cheio de sentimento contido. Um beijo que dizia tudo o que vocês tentaram esconder por tanto tempo. Ele te puxou um pouco mais para perto, como se tivesse medo de que você fosse desaparecer. E você retribuiu, se agarrando à jaqueta dele com os dedos trêmulos, como se quisesse dizer: "Tô aqui, tô ficando."

Quando os lábios finalmente se separaram, vocês se olharam por um instante, ofegantes e em silêncio.

- Agora é real, né? - você disse, sorrindo pequeno.

- Real e só nosso - ele respondeu, encostando a testa na sua.

E assim, o seu ônibus chegou, e Baekjin foi com você, porque ele disse que estaria aqui.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗦

Não gostei muito também, mas juro o maior que já escrevi 💔 Perdoem os erros e os possíveis furos de roteiro que devem ter, são duas da manhã e tô passando por uma situação doida que não consigo pensar em mais nada além disso. Mas escrever enquanto escuto música é o meu alívio. As vezes eu mudo os travessões sem querer 💔

Mas espero que gostem, deixem estrelinhas e cometem!

- XO, Nabi ‹𝟹

[rmvzx]

god they actually break me

weak hero class 1 headers

[neilissevered]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ FROSTBITTEN, BY YOU!

“Your hands are cold”…“Then warm them.“ In which a silly tease turns into an affectionate gesture. Weak Hero Class 1 x GN! Reader (Seperate) Friends to "Something More" trope Characters included: Yeon Si-eun , Ahn Su-ho Wc: 1k+

An: the header makes it look like shse 😝😝😝 reqs are open! (Just no dark stuff pls) Might just take me a while to get to them bcs I’m reviewing for uni 🙂‍↔️ btw I also added more spaces i between the text. Idk if it makes it more readable since I like to use the smaller text size but lmk if you guys prefer the other one!

⤷ YEON SI-EUN

Let’s be real, he’d probably be perplexed at first. A million theories running in his smart brain (how to effectively warm a cold hand…with a cold hand)

He’s honestly like WikiHow…sometimes.

But jokes aside, Si-eun is a very guarded person who is trapped in his own emotional space.

He’s cold and distant and a little out of touch with reality (he has his little world basically.)

Si-eun only lets his friends stay “close enough” beside this huge wall, and it’s his defense mechanism to protect himself from getting hurt 

But there will be an exception for you. A little crack in that wall. Maybe.🙂‍↕️

It’s cold. The kind of cold that bites your fingertips and turns your breath to mist. It’s almost winter in Korea, so you wouldn’t be surprised if it starts snowing, which is why you already have a thick puffer jacket on to protect you from the onslaught of the cold. 

Yeon Si-eun seemed to share the same idea but appeared completely nonchalant, except for the faint flush of his ears and nose as the cold air bit at his face. He looked ethereal in how calm and composed he remained, as if the cold didn’t touch him at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like one more gust of icy wind might snap your bones clean in half. Frostbite, then shatter, then crumble into snow dust. That’s how it felt. But still, you didn’t complain. Not out loud, anyway

You never do, especially not around Si-eun.

Not because you’re afraid of his quiet indifference or the walls he puts up. 

It’s just… You want to protect this.

The peace.

The soft, quiet moments you and he share, like this one.

You walk beside Si-eun quietly, your backpack slung over your shoulders. The sun is already sinking, dipping behind the buildings like it’s retreating early for the day. The silence between you is familiar. Comfortable.

But ‘quiet’ is probably an understatement. You’re doing your best to quell the chattering of your teeth while you clench and unclench your jaw like an idiot because it would be embarrassing if Si-eun notices and suddenly points it out.

And..he does notice it.

The way your shoulders are just a little hunched.

The way you tuck your hands into your sleeves.

The way you blow on your fingers when you think he’s not looking.

And yes, your teeth chattering too. 

“Your hands are cold,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing he points out—even he isn't sure why either. 

You glance over, a little surprised…maybe mortified too, because you just jinxed yourself. Has he been looking? The thought of it made you flush even more at his factual statement. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

So you played it off with some light teasing. 

You smile a little and shrug. “Then warm them.”

You expect him to ignore it, like he usually does, or deadpan at you, unamused with your antics. But he stops walking suddenly.

You turn, your own feet stuttering as he’s suddenly two steps behind you. “Si-eun?”

He looks… hesitant. Like he’s overthinking something that shouldn’t need this much calculation. You were about to tell him it was just a joke, but then, after a beat too long, he slowly reached out.

Your breath catches.

His fingers, stiff at first…brush yours.

Then he takes your hand fully, slipping his fingers between yours, palm to palm.

If you were flushed before, now you're beet red. 

You feel how cold his hands are, too. But neither of you says anything. 

The moment shifted, enveloping you in a sense of intimacy and connection. Your gaze drifted downward to where your hands intertwined, feeling the warmth of his touch replace the cold air around you. As you gently squeezed his hand, a new gesture that changed the reality of ‘this’ shared moment, anchoring you both in its authenticity.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares ahead with his usual indifference. But you can see how his ears, nose, and cheeks slightly reddened. 

“You said to warm them,” he mumbles.

You squeeze his hand again gently, heart thudding louder than your shoes on the pavement. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Thanks.”

You don’t speak the rest of the walk home. But he doesn’t let go either.

Later that night, he texted Su-ho

Si-eun: “They looked cold, it was just logical”

Su-ho: “ “Just logical”??? u gonna propose next or run a weather report?😹”

Si-eun: “blocked.”

⤷ AHN SU-HO

This guy's confident… Ridiculously so that he’s kinda impulsive at times.

He’s not afraid to tease, push buttons, or take the lead.

But I believe he’s emotionally reactive and perceptive. He just masks it with charisma or action yk.

He will play along. Challenge you back…until it all becomes very real. Fast.

You’re walking side by side, the shortcut between blocks quieter than usual. It’s getting late, and it's mostly because Su-ho decided to drag you out of your home for a very adventurous trip…to the convenience store. You weren’t complaining, though. You got free, hot ramyeon, and you got to spend some time with your…best friend.

Yeah. 

But the cold has crept in hard. Your fingers sting a little from being out too long and without gloves because of the impromptu hangout, and so you keep flexing them inside your sleeves, hoping that your body warmth will be enough for your fingers not to fall off.

Su-ho glances over.

“Your hands are cold” he says, voice casual, like he’s just pointing out the weather.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes a bit while a little smile tugged at your lips at the sudden observation, “Oh, thanks. Totally didn’t notice.” 

He smirks. “Hey, just saying. I’ve got an eye for details.”

You snort. “Okay…Then warm them.”

It was intended as a light-hearted teasing, a fleeting comment that would slip effortlessly into the air between you as you transitioned to a new subject. Yet, in that instant, Su-ho halted his steps, his demeanor shifting.

 You suddenly understood that your playful banter had morphed into a challenge, one that left no room for retreat. What seemed like mere humor now possessed layers of profound significance, and you found yourself fumbling with its..double meanings far too late.

You blink. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

He’s turned toward you, one brow lifted, a flash of challenge in his expression. The corners of his mouth were slowly morphing into a grin because you just gave him a very dangerous idea. “What? You think I won’t?” he says, cocky grin in place, but there’s a real flicker of heat behind it.

“Say less.”

Then, without giving you time to overthink it, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

His palm is warm. Solid. Confident, like everything else he does. But his grip isn’t teasing. It’s steady, focused, and…real.

The air between you changes — shifts from playful to something charged. He looks at your joined hands for a second, then back at you. His grin suddenly softened as he looked at you with so much sincerity.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod, surprised by how warm your chest feels, too.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Actually… yeah.”

Su-ho doesn’t let go of your hand. Not after he’s sure you want this too. If anything, his grip tightens, more certain now, like he's claiming something he's longed for. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Instead, he keeps walking, dragging you with him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Told you,” he says, smirking again. But quieter now. “I’ve got a good eye for details.”

You don’t reply. You just hold on.

Because for once, he isn’t talking like he’s trying to impress anyone. He’s just there…With you. Hand in hand.

Later, you and Su-ho passed by Si-eun

Si-eun stared at both of you, then at your joined hands

“Didn’t know hypothermia made people flirt.”

Su-ho smirks. “Didn’t know you cared,” as he brought your hand closer to his lips to blow warm air into them

You’re pretty sure your face is warmer than your hands now.

Wooo tysm for reading until the end🙂‍↕️ just thought of the prompt suddenly bcs it’s been pretty cold here in my country😭😭

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

[seugkwa]

박지훈 + 최현욱

[dearmyloveleys]

Weak Hero Class 2 : A show that hits you hard into a coma — only if you love Season 1 and Yeon Sieun. Otherwise, it's only decent (compared to WHC1).

An honest review of S2's story and writing from someone who loves WHC1

I love S1 as much as the next person (I sure hope my neighbour fuckin watched WHC1). WHC1 is just about perfect in every aspect of film making and script. While still decently directed and written, WHC2 loses much of the quiet ambiance and nuance that made WHC1 all the more poignant, as a show under the action genre. Poignant and action don’t come together often in one sentence, which is why WHC1 stole the limelight for me. WHC1 holds the most mind-boggling balance of emotions, plot, action and characters in its harsh grip.

WHC2 is really loud when it it’s loud, and doesn’t come back down to the level of rumination that makes audiences think on their own part, staring at the black screen of their device and to be emotionally affected, aka screaming crying throwing up, compared to WHC1. There’s quite a bit of telling and not showing, which makes WHC2 lose out on the charm that WHC1 had.

Fight/action choreography:

S1 is amazing. Had me on the edge of my seat. Engaging. What really hooked me about the fight choreography in S1 is that it tells a story about the character in and itself. A good fight sequence should always be able to let the audience in on more of how the character thinks and acts — How Sieun uses his surroundings as an advantage, How Suho is not only adept at martial arts, but also quick to think on his feet. How even the thug Gilsoo fights with savagery and brute strength. WHC1 found nuance in its fight choreography with characterisation.

Though the action scenes in S2 are visually stunning, and I love Sieun’s fight with Seongje on the roof (top 10 action scenes in my life in a series) there’s a point where there’s just a lot of flashbang and no real innate story like a lot of action shows out there. The fights don’t strike the balance of character and action as well as WHC1 do especially with the new characters.

They nearly achieve it with Baku and Baekjin in the finale fight — but unfortunately, we don’t spend just enough time with the duo as kids to understand why they fell out to empathise enough, just why they fight the way they do.

Gotak’s taekwondo style fighting wasn’t shown enough, and neither were his backstory and motivations. This severely bumped down the interest I had in his action sequences.

I must say, I severely enjoy Juntae’s fight scenes. He reminds me so much of Sieun and the juxtaposition of his cuddly character with his tenacity tells a very compelling character story. I am very interested in his backstory, which we don’t get. S3 perhaps?

Character writing and handling:

Everything they do with Sieun in WHC2 — perfect. Yum. Angst. Trauma. How he fights. How he lets the Eunjang Gang in. Which is why I say in my header that WHC2 hits hard only if you love WHC1 and are watching it for Sieun, because we already know well what are Sieun's motivations and feelings. If I were a webtoon fan or just watching S2 as a story on its own, characterisation and development of the new cast fall a tad bit short.

Not going into specifics, but I do wish they extended S2 into 10 episodes, just to get us to understand the new cast better. In S1, we are brought along the ride in real time on how Suho works at a barbecue restaurant part time, how Beomseok suffers from abuse and how Sieun feels so empty + dislikes his parents. In S2, much of what we know about the Eunjang Gang + antagonists are told to us via exposition and dialogue. Telling and not showing is a very big no no in writing circles, as it alienates the audience. Even if there are scenes that give us a glimpse into who they are, it’s not enough and I’m left blinking: you are like my papa

Juntae’s school room with his weeb friends and his iPad wallpaper — amazing, I want more. Why is there only a 5min long scene of that?

Hyuntak’s accident with his knee and Baku going ballistic about it — uh, I want more..? Can I? Please? Don’t give me exposition.

The writers were almost good with how they handled Baku and his relationship with Baekjin. They clearly spent the most effort and time fleshing them out. Baku is the most compelling character this season with all the scenes with his father, the Union and Baekjin. But still, it’s not enough. If I were the writer, I would have dedicated an entire episode detailing Baku's life and he will the character we follow the entire episode. We'll get to know his childhood with Baekjin, how they fallout, how he meets Gotak, a fight scene of him going out against the Union, how Gotak got his knee injured etc, right up till the present timeline.

Given more time, Baku and Baekjin's backstory would have formed a very strong literary foil against Suho and Sieun's history, as both pairs clearly have guilt and trauma from violence. Furthermore, one of the pair taught the other how to fight.

I really would have loved a morally grey antagonist which they shaped Baekjin up to be, but we don’t get anything more than his scene at the orphanage. Then he dies. (Am I just a view to you, writers?)

Lastly, the writers seem to be confused about who is the real protagonist of the season - Sieun or Baku. The writers want to build on both, but the focus becomes convoluted and it messes up the story pacing.

Story pacing (my largest gripe with WHC2):

WHC1 have the same 8 episodes duration and somehow manage to have no extraneous/unneeded scenes. Nothing more or nothing less. Every scene is impactful and matters to either the plot or characters. Right at the midway point of Ep4, WHC1 changes its arc from an external antagonist (Gilsoo) to an internal antagonist (Beomseok and Co).

WHC2 is a little confused with its pace; sometimes dawdling, sometimes fast. I found myself watching along at some scenes only because Sieun was there. Characters entered and left scenes whenever they liked, as though the writers weren't sure what to do to start or end the scene with purpose.

WHC2's quiet scenes don't hit as hard as WHC1's. The lack of in-depth characterisation for the new cast and too much needed world-building in a short span is the cause. WHC1 spent a lot of time only with Suho, Sieun and Beomseok + their antagonists, while WHC2 is rushing to explain all about the Union, the Eunjang Boys and Sieun's continuing trauma. Hence, when they go all quiet and accompany each other, there's not much emotional attachment going around. Imo, a 10 episode season is really needed for an improvement in the pacing and writing, which will make their quiet moments hit harder.

This is even a harsh comment for my standards (because I genuinely love Suho and Sieun's relationship): If the writers wanted to keep to 8 episodes, they should have removed some scenes of Sieun with Suho/reminiscing about Suho. Ultimately, there isn't enough pay-off for all the pining Sieun does and the ending is still the same (Suho returns for 3 minutes in the last episode). Removing one or two scenes would have greatly improved the focus and cohesion of other active characters who matter more in determining the finale of WHC2. Definitely a fair bit of fanservice going on.

Overall comments:

I won't say WHC2 is the worst. On its own, it's fun. It definitely does a more than decent job at reconciling WHC1 with new characters and plot of WHC2. The action scenes are its best features, which is a bummer for me, as the characters were the stars of WHC1. But we're comparing to WHC1 here — WHC1 is unbearably gentle where it needs to be and achingly harsh where it needs to be. Many aspects are concise but well developed at the same time. As a writer and someone who loves films/tv series, I find that WHC1 is truly a masterclass in nuance and writing, especially in the action genre. WHC2 unfortunately, isn't able replicate the delicate balance that WHC1 achieved with the story's highs and lows.

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ✎ᝰ.Ahn Su-ho ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ✎ᝰ.Geum Seong-jae ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ✎ᝰ.Go Hyeon-tak

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ✎ᝰ.Oh Beom-seok ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ✎ᝰ.Park Hu-min ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✎ᝰ.Seo Jun-tae ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ✎ᝰ.Yeon Si-eun

Ahn Su-ho ⋆˚࿔

➜ Echoes Of You ꩜♡ ➜ Coming Soon

Geum Seong-jae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Go Hyeon-tak ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Oh Beom-seok ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming soon

Park Hu-min ⋆˚࿔

➜ Figure You Out ꩜ ➜ Coming Soon

Seo Jun-tae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Yeon Si-eun ⋆˚࿔

➜ Not Today ꩜♡ ➜ Coming Soon

Other ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Ahn Su-ho ⋆˚࿔

➜ The Calm Between Us ♡ ➜ Coming Soon

Geum Seong-jae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Go Hyeon-tak ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Oh Beom-seok ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Park Hu-min ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Seo Jun-tae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Yeon Si-eun ⋆˚࿔

➜ Impulse And Intellect ♡ ➜ Coming Soon

Other ⋆˚࿔

➜ Rough Edges, Soft Spots ♡ ➜ Coming Soon

Ahn Su-ho ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Geum Seong-jae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Go Hyeon-tak ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon݁

Oh Beom-seok ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Park Hu-min ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Seo Jun-tae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Yeon Si-eun ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Other ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Ahn Su-ho ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Geum Seong-jae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Go Hyeon-tak ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon݁

Oh Beom-seok ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Park Hu-min ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Seo Jun-tae ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Yeon Si-eun ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

Other ⋆˚࿔

➜ Coming Soon ➜ Coming Soon

A/N: Here's a cute little masterlist for our beloved weak hero class, I'll have some new stories up and going soon!

Taglist: N/A Header Creator’s: @saradika-graphics @enchanthings-a

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to be seen...

BAKUGOU KATSUKI X GN!READER

[a/n: i lowkey love the hc that bakugou is partially deaf/hard of hearing cause of his quirk like...it just makes so much sense to me ?? anyways i just wanted to get this one out of my system! it's not the best so...sorry but yeah...enjoy!! - bunny]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 1.6k words

warnings: none that i can think of...kinda angsty tbh, there's also more of a focus on bakugou than reader

This couldn’t be real. 

He’s not weak so…why? 

Why did this happen? 

Bakugou’s hands shook as these merciless thoughts ran through his head as Doctor’s poked and prodded at his ears. Their touch was bothersome but he supposed he was grateful he couldn’t really hear what they were discussing, any tangible noise was muddy and replaced by a ceaseless ringing. 

He had gone through all the motions. Denial being the most violent. He had screamed and cried in a clearing a ways away from the dorms where he had thought that no one would hear him but when he returned and immediately clocked your glossy eyes and trembling bottom lip, he realized how mistaken he was. 

Oh, you. Sweet, caring, you. 

He almost felt guilty for how much he had pushed you away. All you wanted to do was make sure he knew he wasn’t alone, make sure he felt loved and cared for but he mistook your empathy for pity and blew up at you. This time around it was much, much louder and much more terrifying because he couldn’t hear how loud and rude he was really being. 

He had scoffed when you clutched your fists to your side as big fat tears rolled down your cheeks. He couldn’t read lips very well but he didn’t need to when the word ‘mean’ had been formed so clearly by your lips before you ran off to your room. 

Now, he was just numb. Having accepted that this was his reality, Doctor’s poking and prodding and the uneasy sight of his mother so broken and…sad. Having to practically be held up by his father. 

This wasn’t right. She wasn’t weak. She was never weak but once again, he had mistaken her love and empathy for pity…for weakness. 

School had been on break for the spring and he was desperate to get back, he was being run through the wringer and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted the mundane rhythm of his life back. He wanted to attend his classes again. Quirk training. English. Hero Law.

 He actually missed those idiots he calls friends. To sit with them in the cafeteria and hear about the stupid shojo that Denki was reading. Hear how Kiri can’t beat some boss level on the stupid game he was playing. Hear Mina complain about how her cuticles were as healthy as ever. Hear Jiro ramble on about a new band she found and how she thinks he’d actually like them. 

Hear…

Would he still be able to do any of that? 

He couldn’t quite remember what his condition was. The ringing was gone but all that's left is a muffled sea of jumbled up noises. He was getting better at reading lips and he was put through the master class of sign language in a week. His instructor was surprised but he knew that if you had been there, you would’ve given him a bashful smile and said, “I expected nothing less from our future top hero.” 

Ah, that’s right. 

Most of all, he missed you. 

Your smile. Your wit. Your eyes…the very same ones he made shine with tears. Your laugh…the sound he’d miss the most out of anything. 

Despite having left the way he did, you still texted him. He hadn’t responded but you still thought about him. 

“You’re doing an awful lot for a guy who told you to piss off…” Shoji eyed you carefully as you set up the classroom, helping you place workbooks on the desks and open the windows. 

“Yeah but you know as well as I do that Bakugou uses anger like a shield. He’s probably confused and in pain about all of this, it’s only fair that we help out as much as we can.” 

Your caring nature was worrying sometimes. Shoji had seen your heart shattered multiple times by people who brush you off or take advantage of your willingness to do hard work, he was worried that Bakugou didn’t deserve this kindness. 

He remembered holding you as you sobbed into his chest, it took everything in him to not run out to the common room and knock some sense into the blonde but ultimately, he decided that staying and comforting you was more important. 

And despite all that pain he caused you had gone straight to Principle Nezu and pleaded for the school’s help. Going as far as offering to do all the work in finding an instructor and getting all your classmates on board. Now, here you were setting up the classroom for the first day of sign language classes. 

The Friday before school started up again, Mitski got a call from the specialist they had been working with and with the influence of UA, Bakugou’s hearing aids were ready for him. She was ecstatic, enthusiastically waking her son and shouting at him to get ready. 

He was…startled to say the least. If he had been able to hear the yelp he had let out when he was shaken awake, he surely would’ve been a bright red. 

And so, with the promise of heading to a nice restaurant for breakfast before heading back home, Bakugou shoved himself into the backseat of the car and off they went. 

The school had covered two pairs and he almost scoffed at the design of the devices. The first pair’s earpiece was clear, swirled with red and orange and the part that hooks around the ear, an almost gaudy, bright red-orange. The second was just his hero costume earpieces with hearing aids attached. Both pairs were specially made to muffle his explosions while still being able to hear others clearly. They also had a bluetooth feature so he’d be able to listen to music comfortably.

The doctor and his parents looked on expectantly as Bakugou slipped them on for the first time, surprised by how comfortable they were. He switched them on with shaky hands and everyone waited in silence before he looked into his mother’s teary eyes. 

“Katsuki…honey? Can you hear me?” 

His eyes widened. Had her voice always been so tender?

 It brought tears to his eyes, he got up from the uncomfortable exam table, fists clenched at his sides. She looked up at him from her seat and her face crumbled. His eyebrows were pinched, a pitiful frown on his wobbling lips and tears slowly leaking from his eyes. 

“Oh, honey…” He threw himself into her embrace and cried into her neck like he had done many times when he was little. Masaru watched on in tearful wonder, remembering that this was still his son. His baby boy and he was hurting more than he let on. Shouldering an exhaustingly heavy burden on his shoulders all by himself. 

The image of his little boy, only 4 feet tall tearfully struggling to hold a boulder up above his head, arms and legs trembling with exhaustion and desperately calling out for his mommy and daddy shook him to his core. 

He wrapped his arms around both of them, his hand cradling the back of Bakugou’s head. “It’s okay, son. We’ve got you.” At the sound of his father’s steady and calming voice, the boy cried harder. “We’ve got you.” 

Standing in front of the dorms was more daunting than he thought it would be. Hiking up the steps was like attempting to trek Mt. Fuji. The only comfort being that he was expecting the common room to be empty. He expected everyone to be in their room attempting to settle back in after a week long break. 

He hated how wrong he’s been recently. 

When he opened the door, he was met with everyone cheering. It was all so loud and disorienting that, despite his hearing aids, he had no idea what the hell anyone had said. Then, you stepped through the crowd and suddenly everyone faded into the background. 

“Guys! I thought I said no shouting! It’s probably still too much for him!” 

“But you’re shouting right now…” Denki snickered, earning an unamused glare from you. 

His eyes filled with tears, heart constricting in his chest. Twisting and throbbing almost painfully. 

God, he missed you. 

“So scary when you look at me like that!” Denki shuddered playfully. 

You had opened your mouth to refute but were cut off by Bakugou suddenly roaring with laughter, squeaking the slightest bit as he hunched over, arms wrapped around his middle as he laughed. 

Shock ran through everybody’s spines, jaws on the floor. 

He wasn’t quite sure what came over him but it was an involuntary reaction. Maybe to camouflage the fact that he had a river of tears sliding down his chin. 

Once he had finished, he stood upright. Out of breath and wiping his eyes. Meeting your eyes once again made the butterflies in his stomach go berserk. They went downright psycho when your hands were held up in front of you, trembling as you carefully signed, ‘welcome home.’ 

He was silent once again. Absolutely dumbstruck. 

Midoriya watched on fondly, as did everyone, emotions overwhelming and tears filling their eyes. 

Bakugou was in complete disbelief. 

“When…” He breathed, hands coming up to sign the rest. ‘When did you learn that?’ 

It took you a second to register what he said before responding. ‘We learn over break…’ your signing was a little sloppy, he had missed a few things but caught on immediately at the end, ‘...love you. Want you feel normal as possible.’ 

He didn’t let you finish, grabbing you into his embrace and holding you tight. “Thank you.” He mumbled into your hair, you held on equally as tight. 

“You’re welcome.” Your voice so up close and intimate was a blessing. 

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