#when he is putting his whole ASS into supporting and lifting up Izuku??

[marimeeko]

Why do shonens gotta sell me the most intimate queer masterpieces but then say that Boy 1 ends up with Girl 1 and lives happily and very heterosexually ever after, as if these main boys didn't just spend 430 chapters being emotionally entangled and mortally codependent on each other.

[stickynotestoletters]

Izuku x Male Reader Smut

I'm a dirty slut, so .... yeah

Women DNI please :3

Warnings: you push friend boundaries in the fic but Izuku likes it so it's fine, bottom reader, top izuku, buff tan izuku, big tiddy izuku, God kink apparently, degradation, he calls you puppy, a bit of simp Izuku, breeding kink

Izuku wasn't a simp, okay? He was kind, he was courteous and pleasant to be around! But he always had boundaries with his friends and loved ones. Well....until he met you.

You see, Izuku had a not-so-obvious crush on you (shut it Bakugou). Ever since he met you at UA he kind of let you push any and all boundaries that he had put in place with his friends.

Now don't get the wrong idea! At first, when you both met in your first year at UA it was just little stuff! Like, using his clothes or borrowing a pillow. I mean that's what friends are for right? At least that’s what you told him.

He thought maybe he just needed to chill out and let loose his rules a bit. So you were a little friendlier about how you acted around him as opposed to your other friends, so what?

He could make an exception this once and that would be it!

But then you started getting even more comfortable.

And it was good! He was happy you were comfortable around him! It made his heart fly!

You were being a little touchier with him and it was just friendly stuff. Laying your head on his shoulder and in his lap or even just stroking his hair while you cuddle, but that's fine!

He likes it, he always has and always will!

You ask permission the first time you do these things and how could he resist sitting in the arms of a gorgeous man like you?

Then it stays that way for a while a little after UA.

You get a little bold every once in a while after that but it's nothing he can't handle.

He's working out and doing hero work so he has more things to focus on than his not so little crush anymore.

Even if he stays up at night thinking about all those touches. Thinking about your chapped lips and smooth skin beneath his hands. Thinking about your hands and how much he likes them. Likes them in his hair, massaging his shoulders. How much more he would like them if you tangled them in his hair and pull on it as he's fucking you into his mattress. How much he'd then like it for you to yell and scream his name as he absolutely pounds you into his sheets. How much he wants you to cry and scream his name until the neighbors bring noise complaints and you have a sore throat the next day from it.

So yeah. He doesn't have the time.

Until one night you show up to his door. It's late, almost 4 in the morning, about 2 hours after he comes home from his agency, and he just hears these little knocks on the door. He thinks it's the rain at first until he gets a text from you asking him if he's up and if you could come in.

He's almost dressed and ready for bed but for you, he'd sacrifice any amount of sleep to make sure you're okay at any time of the night.

He opens his door to find you drenched from the rain. And he means soaked. You're shivering in these nice little skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. You're sobbing and your hair is spilling water onto his doormat. "Hey Izuku, is it-is it okay if I come in?"

He can hear just how congested you are, it seems like you've been crying for a while. "Yeah, just let me-let me get you a towel, are you okay?" You start sobbing in front of him and he gives you the towel as he comes back."Never mind, that was obviously a stupid question, come on in and go get a shower."

You're nice and warm by the time you come back to the kitchen, he's made you shower and given you some food. So now you two sit down on his couch and he holds you close to him. he's not saying anything and neither are you, but you know he wants you to talk about it."So, I kinda had a breakdown about some relationship stuff right now." You guys laughed at the obviousness of it.

"Did you want to talk about it?" He looks at you laying down on his chest, tangling your legs with his, in his shirt, in his pants. God he wished you would-

"Kinda, I don't have to if you don't want me to." He shook his head to the sides and you sighed deeply," I knew you would say that, okay, it's kinda embarrassing if I'm being honest."

He laughed at you, "Nothing could be more awkward and embarrassing for me to listen to than when you told me, in detail, about your crush on Bakugou." You contorted your face in distaste at him and he just kept laughing.

"Bakugou is hot and I stand by all that I said asshole." You shook your head. "But I was very embarrassing."

It got quiet again and you put your face in the crook of his neck. "So, I figured out that I ....fuck okay so...." You move back to face him and stare at him in the eyes. "Don't laugh but I realized I only want a sexual relationship with someone at the moment. I started crying because I felt like I'd been lying to myself and I've just been under a lot of stress lately." Your blush is not less bright than his at all and he can't do anything but avoid your pretty little face looking at him than to push you into his chest and look up at his wonderfully beautiful ceiling he's never had the time to admire before this.

"You could have said that to me without the weird eye contact but whatever, go on."

You laugh hysterically, a little high on your emotions, "Okay hear me out. I'm a hero right? And using a loved one as leverage is a very classic villain plan. So I thought that was why I didn't want a relationship. Now I figured out it's just the stress! I want something like that eventually but right now? I just want something with someone to destress."

You move your head up to look at him and he moves his hand away from the back of your head, his emotions are going haywire right now. What is he supposed to say to that??? Do you want him to find someone for you to hook up with or???? And then he realizes-"I am not setting you up with Bakugou-"

"-OH MY GOD SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING." You shake your head and laugh incredulously at him. "I'm allowed to be attracted to people who aren't good for me okay? Is it really that bad?" Izuku rolls his eyes at you, "Yes. Yes, it is."

You roll your eyes back at him," Whatever that's not what I wanted to ask anyway." you scooch up onto his chest a bit more and put your hands under your chin as you look into his eye with your best pleading face." Would you do me the honor of being my destresser?"

He could explode right now.

Like seriously what?

".....You want me to what now???"

"Would you rather I phrase it differently?"

"To make sure we're on the same page yes-"

"Fuck the stress out of me buff man."

"Jesus Christ." He practically lifts you off of him like a doll,"If you were going to prank me like this," he sets you onto his couch and walks to his bathroom to go wash the heat off his face, "do it over text next time."

You follow him into the bathroom," It's not a prank! I'm for real okay? Look-" he looks puts his head further near the sink, he doesn't want you to see his red face,"-the way I see it is we're both busy as fuck. We both are mature adults looking for something intimate, which you have not found yet may I add, that could both put someone in danger otherwise." He scrubs his face and takes a deep breath, turning his water off and looking at you calmly.

"Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, why me then?" He knows he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but he's not going to do this if it's just for the fun. He wants to actually mean something to you other than someone to fuck. "You could have chosen any one of our other friends. So why me?"

You grab his hands and lift them to your lips,"Izuku, I care about you so much. You're one of my closest and best friends in the entire world and I am so lucky to have you. You have supported me in any way you possibly could, and I hope that I've done the same for you. So I want us to support each other as much as we need in this." You look him in the eyes," Plus you could snap me in half and are one of the only people I could fight that has the stamina to keep going at me."

".....you're so fucking lucky I like you. Fine! Okay fine."

"YES!"

So for the rest of the night(morning?), you two plan out how this is going to work. Rules, boundaries, kinks (by god he's going to need a break), and what times you guy can and can't.

It works well actually. Better than Izuku expected. He's just ecstatic he gets to finally hold you.......until he doesn't.

Now Izuku knows you two discussed boundaries and the fact you can call each other practically any time but for the next week, he seriously couldn't get the mind power to just swallow his fears and call you up. Not to say he wasn't thinking of you, by god he did that every single day even more since then, he just didn't want to bother you.

But then you called him. It was 11 pm and you were very horny. He picked up the phone and immediately just, "Hello?"

"I need you to plow me into my mattress it's been a week, come over as soon as you can, I'll be waiting sir-"

And that was the end of the call. Your house is like 20 minutes away from his but he somehow made it there in 10. He didn't even text you he was coming, so you thought he was busy.

So you were just on your couch, scrolling on your phone until a rushed knock at the door, you opened it, and were immediately kissed on the mouth.

Just a whole ass surprise makeout, he holds you up in his arms and pushes you against the door. You pull away to breathe and just look down to see this large monster of a man pressing his massive chest to yours, heaving so out of breath like he'd just ran a marathon (he practically did). Just staring up at you so desperately, you're not going to lie it was a nice view. You laugh a bit hysterically as he kisses you repeatedly. Then he works his way to your neck, still holding you up with his arms but fondling your chest and ribcage. He nips your neck and sucks so hard you're sure to have some nice little hickies in the morning. You moan as he pulls on your nipples and rubs your pecs in his hands.

Your mind goes fuzzy as you hear him whisper, "Dirty little slut left me with nothing after your little call. Think it was funny?" He kisses your neck again, licking down to your collar bone, "Think it's funny to leave me with nothing? Just the thought of this dirty little pup begging me to come over?"

You moan into a laugh at the fact he seems more desperate for this than you are. "Laughing now are we?" You immediately quiet down, his hands travel to your waist, and grinds his leg into your crotch.

"Oh gods-" He pushes into you again as you moan,"-f-fuck!"

"Damn puppy. Didn't know you had such a dirty little mouth. Why don't you show me how you use that little mouth when I actually get started with you."

He takes you into your bedroom, pressing your hard dick against his own and sucking on your neck even more.

You pant heavily onto his shoulder shaking from anticipation as he brings you into your room.

He pushes you down on the bed into a folded missionary position. You're hazy and in hysterics, as he talks more, "God, look at you! What a fucking slut for me. Come on puppy look me in the eyes and tell me what you want."

You look up and his smile is devious. It's alluring. He's practically ravishing you with his eyes. He’s taking your clothes off and feeling you up, “Your tastey skin, so smooth and soft. Do you know what I’m gonna do to it puppy?” Your head is swimming with full unbridled warmth and lust, you can’t even respond so he takes your face in his hands and makes you look at him,” I’m gonna mark you up so well, give you all the hickies and bites I want to put on you until you’re barely unbruised. How does that sound?”

You yell out, “Yes! YES! Puppy will be good for you please? Want it so bad.” He laughs at your responses, leaving your naked body vibrating on the bed and he moves away to take his own clothes off. His toned muscles flexing without meaning to as he takes his shirt and pants off of himself. Sliding his boxers down his toned calfs.

You stay laying there, letting out hysteric laughs and panting as he stretches you out with his fingers. And he keeps his promise, biting and niping all over your thights and stomach. You fall from your hysterical high as he pulls his mouth away until he takes your dick in his mouth and you’re pushed all the way back up the hill, arching your back and crying out for him as you grab the head board.

God you haven’t been so sensitive since you don’t even remember when. He’s sucking you off and his fingers are reaching just the right spots in you. Sliding onto his fingers down to the knuckle of his pointer and middle finger, flexing and massaging just the right spot, just until he takes a deep breathe. Then he takes all of you into his mouth and presses down on your most sensitive spot,” OH GOD, FUCK! Yes~ IZUKU PLEASE, I’M CUMMING!”

You cream into his mouth so hard. He pulls himself up off the mattress and off your dick once he finished sucking it all out of you. He licks the rest off his lips and hums in delight,” You taste better then I’ve ever imagined.” Ah, you blush so red as he said this. You think to yourself, he was just saying it for dramatic effect. For the moment! It couldn’t possibly be true....

God if only you knew how true that is from him.

He pulls some of the excess cum off your dick and you shiver a bit at his fingers grazing your tip. His magic hands. And he brings them to lube his dick back up,” Gonna fill my puppy with their own cum, how about it, slut?”

His eyes are crazy, this is a whole new side of Izuku you’ve never seen from him. And by the gods above are you excited to see it.

He presses your legs down so they’re almost flat by your arms and climbs up halfway atop your thighs. He slides himself into you and,” f-f-UCK!” He’s fucking huge.

Your partners have been quite average in the past. Nothing to scoff at but not as big as Izuku. You feel lightheaded as he pushes himself all the way in. “Look at you, my pathetic little puppy, breaking on my dick. Not even halfway there pup, but I’ll be nice this time.” He stops and you thank god and curse at him as well. You feel like you’re gonna be ripped apart yet you still crave so much more.

He gives you a second to catch your breathe, then he leans over, presses your legs farther, and starts pounding into your pretty little hole. Absolutely destroying your insides. You’re crying and whimpering and all it does is drive him to go faster and harder. To milk all those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth. You’re crying on his dick and it fuels his ego,” You’re crying already? God look at you, so pretty and stupid on my dick. Such a good useless pup. Never had dick this good. Are you seeing god or something pup?”

His smirk is returned with teary eyes looking up at him, drooling at him,” Ye-ugh fUck-yes God, love your dick so much.” Oh fuck. That’s new.

It was so hot, imagining you praying and worshipping “your God’s” dick. Izuku being rode by you as you cry out for your God.

He laughs hard and leans down to get a better grip on the sheets, stopping for a moment, and then pounding you into the mattress. It felt like he was trying to hammer you down into the mattress to press you hard enough you’d become one with it. “That’s right baby! Ahaha! You feel so good I’m your god? My little puppy’s so dumb on their god’s dick right?”

You cry out to him, repeating over and over,” God! My God! Please god!” And you cum hard, over and over on his dick for the rest of the night. Orgasming and being fucked through your over sensitivity again and again and again until dawn. He finally gives in after getting his fill of filling you up.

God, he was definitely the right one to go to.

And all Izuku could think about you as he cleaned up and got ready to go to sleep with you was how fucking thankful he was you broke all his boundries for him. And accepting the fact that yes, he is the biggest simp for you.

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-Laika

[drakenology]

Their S/O is shy. With Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya!

author’s note: HIIII! So I got this idea from work today. I’m a shy, reserved person in real life and I imagined a headcannon where y/n was an uwu girl. enjoy! I’m going to do the Bakusquad next time. 

warnings: suggestive themes, light violence, fluff, and cussing.

Bakugo 

thinks you’re the cutest

teases you a lot. 

will smack the shit outta anyone who tries taking advantage of your kind and shy demeanor.

loves how your shyness comes to play in the bedroom; he likes trying to get you to loosen up a little.

Would butter you up with compliments and praises.

“I dunno what you’re so shy about. You’re fuckin hot.”

likes how he’s the complete opposite of you

VERY protective over you. 

You and Bakugo are out at a restaurant on a date. You’re looking through the menu to see what you want, not being able to decide between the burger or the quesadilla (yum!). 

“I think I’m gonna get the steak. What about you, babe?” Katsuki asked, peering over to look at your menu. 

“I dunno.. I think the burger sounds good. I think that’s what I’ll get” You say, sitting your menu down. Bakugo is staring down your dress, oogling at your ample cleavage popping out of the v-neckline. You notice his gaze, blushing profusely. 

“S-Stop it, Katsuki.” You say, covering up your chest with your menu. He smirks and runs his hands up your thighs causing you to fold your legs to try and stop the wetness coming from your panties. Even though you never admit it out loud, you loved when he groped and stared at you. It made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Katsuki grabs your chin and kisses you.

“You’re gonna get it tonight, princess.” He whispered in your ear. You blush as you notice the waiter coming your way, swatting Katsuki’s hands away from you. The waiter walked towards your table and sat your drinks down.

“Thanks. Ready to order, babe?” Bakugo looks towards you. You nod, feeling a little nervous to order yourself. You were very soft spoken, so ordering food was a bit of a challenge for you. But today, you had worked up the courage to order without Bakugo’s help. 

“Hi, u-um.. I’ll have the burger, please. Also could I get that without any onions? I’m allergic.” You say, looking down at your menu instead of at the waiter. 

“Certainly. And for you, sir?” The waiter said, motioning to Bakugo.

“I’ll have the steak please. Well done. I don’t like my steak pink. If I see pink, me and my lady are leaving without payin’, ya got that!?” Bakugo said aggressively. To anyone not knowing him, they think he’s being rude and difficult but you know he’s just trying to make the waiter nervous on purpose as a joke. 

“Yes, sir. Coming right up.” The waiter says, leaving in a hurry. 

“Katsuki, you’re giving the waiter a hard time.” You say softly, your voice sounding like a disappointed mother. He sighed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“Alright, I’ll lay off.” He said, laughing. You two chatter about what you guys did for hero work that day, laughing and enjoying each other’s company until the food came. Finally, the food comes; the aroma coating your nose as you get excited to eat.

“Enjoy.” The waiter said dryly, clearly not liking Bakugo’s attitude. You both shrug it off and prepare to dig in. Bakugo seemed to like his steak but your burger had onions all over it. Even if you had picked them off, it still wouldn’t have been safe to eat. You sigh, poking at your burger in disappointment.

“What’s wrong? How come you’re not eating?” Bakugo asked, his mouth full as he wiped steak sauce from his mouth. You shake your head, not wanting to make a scene. He looked at your plate, seeing your burger teething with onions. He’s way angrier than you are, waving the waiter over to your table with fervor. 

“K-Katsuki, I can just take them off it’s not-” You’re interrupted by Bakugo, who isn’t having any of it; already knowing what you’re about to say. The waiter clearly didn’t like Bakugo’s attitude so he messed your order up on purpose because he noticed how soft-spoken you are. He didn’t chance fucking up Katsuki’s order because he knew he’d have a fit and probably kick his ass if he got short with him. 

“No Y/N, it is a big deal. Look at it! It’s got onions all over it. You can’t eat that shit, you’ll get sick even if you pick ‘em off. I’m givin that asshole a piece of my mind!” He shouts, still trying to get the waiter’s attention who was clearly ignoring you two. 

“HEY! I KNOW YOU FUCKING SEE ME. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW.” Bakugo shouts. Oh god. The waiter rolled his eyes, walking over to your table.

“Is there a problem, sir?” He asks, not eager to help at all. 

“You’re fuckin’ right there’s a problem. What did my girl order, huh?” Bakugo says, standing from his seat. 

“Katsuki, please.” You say, tugging his sleeve trying to get him to sit back down.

“She ordered a burger.” the waiter answered with attitude. 

“Yeah, with NO ONIONS you idiot! GO TELL THEM TO FUCKING FIX IT OR I’M TELLIN’ YOUR BOSS AND YOU’RE FUCKED.” Bakugo yelled, grabbing the waiter by his collar. The waiter; scared out of his mind, is now sweating with fear. 

“V-Very sorry, sir. I’ll fix that for you right away!” The waiter said, running back to the kitchen to fix your order. Bakugo sat back down in his seat, going back to eat his steak as if nothing happened. The whole restaurant was staring at you both, you sinking into your chair from all the eyes on you. 

“THE FUCK ARE YALL LOOKIN AT!?” Bakugo yelled, getting everyone in the room to turn their attention back to their own tables. He looked back to you, seeing a frown on your face. 

“Don’t you think you went a bit too far?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Nope.” He said, feeding you some of his steak until your new burger came. 

“Nobody messes with my baby.”

Todoroki

is such a mom omg

just as protective as Bakugo (if not more)

encourages you to open up

supports your small wins (awww)

fucks the shyness outta you hehe

loves you and your shyness no matter what 

You and Shoto are getting ready to go out when you’re having a difficult time deciding what to wear. You had pulled out a few garments to wear; a red strapless bodycon dress that Shoto got you to accentuate them curves of yours or a simple bulky sweater and jeans. You were a little nervous to dress sexy for Shoto, unsure of yourself and your body not to mention all the potential unwarranted stares from others. You sigh and start dressing yourself in the boring outfit you picked out and sat down at your vanity to do your makeup. Shoto walked in the bedroom from your bathroom to see the dress sitting on the bed. 

“Why aren’t you wearing your dress, love?” He asked, concern written all over his face as he stood next to your vanity. 

“I-I just don’t want all the attention on me. I’m nervous. What if everyone stares at me?” You say, tears burning your eyes. Shoto takes you by your hand and leads you to the full body mirror mounted on the wall of your bedroom. He pushed your hair back and kissed your neck, running his hands on either side of your body. 

“You don’t have to worry about the stares. I’m going to be there to protect you, okay?” He says, sweetly kissing your cheek. You smile warmly and nod. He was right. You change into the dress and slipped on some heels to match, giggling at the praises and encouragement from your boyfriend as he reached for your hand to kiss it. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shoto said, taking a good look at your curves. He feels himself harden at the sight of you, involuntarily groaning as he pulled you close to him for a deep kiss. 

“How about we stay in tonight instead?” 

He was determined to make you open up... one way or any other teehee.

Midoriya 

loves you SO MUCH OMG

doesn’t care that you’re a little shy and soft-spoken

speaks for you when needed

stands up for you

loves to motivate you 

thinks you’re sinfully adorable

You and Midoriya are walking through the supermarket, shopping for food for your shared home. Izuku was always such a huge help, lifting all the heavy things and putting them in the cart or reaching for things that were too high for you to reach. You loved shopping with him and he loved it too because he could look after you and spend time with you at the same time. 

“Crap, I forgot we need meats for dinner tonight. What did you want again, Izuku?” You asked, looking up from your shopping list. 

“Pork, please. You always make the best pork curry, Y/N” He said sweetly, kissing your forehead. You blush and walk over to the meat department while Izuku gathers the rest of the ingredients for dinner. You stand in line with your number and waited your turn patiently. Suddenly, this big burly man comes out of nowhere and cuts right in front of you in line. You hated when situations like this happen because it was always so hard for you to stand up for yourself. You gulp and muster up enough courage to confront him...sorta?

“U-um excuse me.. I was ne-” You’re interrupted by the man shouting over you.

“Shut up, bitch! I’m in a hurry so why don’t you just wait a little while longer.” He yells. You’re shocked at how he spoke to you, clearly this man lacked manners. You stand there, dumbfounded and scared. You were so frustrated with yourself you’re brought to tears, wiping them away as you stand in line and wait your turn. 

“Bitch?” you hear a familiar voice repeat. It was Midoriya, standing beside you with your cart in toe. “You thought this woman was alone, didn’t you? Fucking coward.” Izuku walks towards the man, intimidatingly calm. The man scoffs until he sees Izuku’s face. The pro hero Deku was standing right in front of him and he was angry.

��H-Hey.. I had no idea okay? I’ll back o-”

“If it was me standing there would you have cut in front of me and called me a bitch?” Izuku asked, grabbing the man by his shirt. “You get off on bullying women don’t you, you spineless bastard? Think that just because your big and ugly that you can just push people around? People like you make me sick. Get in the back of fucking line before I lose my temper.” The man does so, glaring at you as he walked to the back of the line. You sigh in relief as your number is called, Izuku leading you to the counter with his hand on your back. He turned around and glared at the man who gave you a hard time one last time. 

“What would you like to order, miss?” The butcher said with a smile.

“Pork, please.” You sigh.

[alicemitch09writes]

lame

04.

a fist full of fuck you

Junior school was always a rough patch for you and Izuku, especially because it was the reign of Bakugou Katsuki amongst the horde of crazy pubescent teens. On the first day at Aldera Junior High, he had made it clear that he was going to rule the school and become top, leaving the two of you out the dust.

Of course, with an acquired quirk and confidence like his, it was easy to assert his dominance. And with his rising fame and sheer dominance, the two of you were immediately cast out, because you didn’t have quirks. (It was easy to hide the fact that you had a nocturnal quirk anyway)

Throughout junior high, your only friend was Izuku, you didn't mind. But despite being the 'quirkless girl' nobody dared to cross you because you were a bit of a delinquent, a bona fide fighter who could beat anyone – with a quirk or not, to a pulp. Still, you tried to avoid fights for Izuku’s sake, your family name’s sake, and because you didn’t want to give in to their jeers. (You also had that annoying promise to keep.)

Due to your closeness, rumors began to spread of your relationship with Izuku, which you didn't correct. After all, nobody seemed to give two shits when you were younger, nor do they seem to care now. So, what was the point anyway? Izuku was your best friend, he was like a brother to you. He felt the same.

And as for Bakugou? Well, he was happy in his own little bubble, reigning, terrorizing, the occasional name-calling towards you or Izuku, casting explosions as a warning whenever your paths crossed.

It was your last year, if you could remember perfectly, your teacher had just passed out papers, happily announcing that everyone was going to take heroics. Beside you, you could see Izuku meekly shrinking in himself as the whole class went wild at the prospect of getting into a kickass school, especially granted with their own unique talents. Scoff.

However, Bakugou rose as the best – of course, besting everyone, even receiving praise from your ass of a teacher. He had no problem with calling them out as worthless extras to his great glory.

Per the norm, you and Izuku were alienated by the whole thing, but it didn’t phase you one bit. But when your teacher announced Izuku’s desire to enter UA, that’s when you phased, as his announcement caused everyone in the class to go deathly silent.

A smile immediately crossed your lips as you turned to your best friend, meeting his gaze and giving a supportive thumbs up when the class exploded into laughter. The smile turned into a scowl at the motherfuckers you call your classmates, even your teacher! Pathetic really.

“Izuku, pay them no mind-“

An explosion blasted before you could finish, the force causing the green-haired boy to jump back. Alarmed, you immediately were on your feet, watching as Bakugou lashed out on your friend. Venomous, mocking words were leaving his mouth, causing your friend to shrink even more, the class watching in glee as the school’s top student was putting the reckless boy in his place.

Having enough, you ran towards your friend, angrily shouldering the blond boy aside, crouching a little to offer a hand. “Izuku, can you stand?”

At the sight of you, his eyes lit, hands just reaching out to take yours before one of your classmates jeered behind you.

“Oh look, it’s the quirkless girl out to help the quirkless boy! How cute!”

“Haven’t you heard? She’s not taking heroics, she’s just gonna head to some generic lame-ass quirkless school to be with the rest of her lame ass quirkless normies. What a loser!”

“Just as I thought, the quirkless gotta stick together!”

The class laughed at that.

“And what of it?” you said, Izuku finally on his feet, his eyes turned to you. Giving him a reassuring look, you looked over your shoulder to your classmates with an impassive look. “So, what if I get to be with my fellow quirkless normies? At least I can feel normal and less of a freak like the lot of you.”

“W-What?”

“Stupid little quirkless bitch-”

“Quirkless, quirkless, quirkless. Wow, that’s really all you guys seem to care about. Why, jealous of us normies who don’t have to worry about shit aside from living peacefully? And as far as I know, maybe the lot of you will turn out as rejects since not all your quirks are as great as they seem. I don’t have to half-ass my so-called talent because there’ll definitely be others better than me.” leveling your eyes with carmine, you could see him grinding his teeth, a deep scowl on his features, you flashed one last playful smirk before you gave the last word “not many will actually care for the filth you all are actually are.”

Feeling a tug, you smiled brightly at Izuku, no longer shrunken but back to his normal self, before heading back to your seats, acting as if nothing happened.

Class resumed awkwardly, you being completely unfazed by the glaring looks from your classmates and dozed off easy.

Later that day, you were sitting on your desk, slightly refreshed because the day was ending. Bag in hand waiting patiently for your friend to finish packing so you both could go home; smiling at Izuku as he relayed the events that happened earlier that day.

“Eh, that sounds pretty exciting, Izuku. Well then, you better get home and write it all down!” you say encouragingly, feet swinging.

“Yes!” Setting his phone down, he lifted his Hero Analysis notebook, eyes sparkling with excitement at the notion of writing a new analysis on the heroes he’s seen.

Suddenly, the notebook was forcibly taken from him by Bakugou, who seemed unpleased at their ‘unfinished’ business earlier during homeroom. Two of Bakugou’s goonies appeared, laughing at the notebook in his hand.

“What the fuck?” Hopping off, you walked up the blond angrily. “Will you give it a rest already?”

“Kacchan,” shrieked your friend, standing from his seat. “give it back!”

Instead of returning it, the blond blew up the notebook, causing it to char, before tossing it easily out the window. Izuku screamed, completely at a loss of words. Angrily, your glared deepened at the blond, who didn’t bother looking your way as he headed towards the door breezily, goonies behind him.

Bakugou had always been a bully to both you, especially towards Izuku. It was so petty and cliché really, you wanted to throw up.

Long when you were younger, Izuku was always a target for Bakugou’s wrath, an easy pedestal to step over just to feel good about himself, a dummy he can just beat over and over because he can. It made you sick.

Gone were the happy days of you three, happily going about with your innocence, forever tarnished by quirks that branded you instantly the moment you had one. Gone were those days.

As for you? He didn’t even bother. You were a waste of space because you fought back, so there was no pleasure picking on a tomboy who could fight back and care less. It was always easier to aim for the weaker link.

But for Izuku, you had to be brave for you both. After all, you were his only best friend, his shield.

Worriedly, you turned to your friend, hating the crestfallen look on his face, reaching out to him.  “Izuku-“

“If you want to be a hero so much, there is an efficient way. Believe to have a quirk in your next life” your hand froze in mid-air; the world had gone silent. “and dive off from the school roof. “

Silence.

A beat of silence.

A twitch.

And then, a beat, a hitch.

Suddenly, you saw red.

Just as he finished his sentence, a heavy fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him back against the door with a loud clatter, as though it were ready to break off from the hinges, alarming students on the other side.

“(NICKNAME)!”

Breathing heavily, you dropped your hand to your side, your fingers were shaking uncontrollably, balling them into fists didn’t help the anger seething through your blood, seeping into your bones, nails biting painfully into your skin.

Watching the blond get knocked on his ass did little to give you satisfaction, especially when his words rang over and over in your head still.

If you want to be a hero so much, there is an efficient way. Believe to have a quirk in your next life and dive off from the school roof.

Had you been calmer, you would’ve seen the absolute shock on his face, eyes locked on you.

One minute you were next to Deku, the next, you were in front of him, punching him with everything you had. It was quite the punch, judging from how the door rattled so much that it opened a little.

Coming to his senses, he nearly stumbled back on his feet, grabbing at your collar, snarling. “You-“

“Fuck you,” you all but said in one exhale, voice shaky and words full of anger and venom. Words that matched your eyes – so full of anger and venom.

It was all it took for both your friends to turn to you, shock at the amount of hatred falling out of your usually calm demeanor. But as they say, one can only handle so much before they break.

Bakugou’s hold loosened, faltering at the words leaving your mouth, at the eyes burning deep into his own.

“Fuck you, fuck your aspirations, fuck your friends” your eyes rose, angrily turning to the gazes of the two boys behind you, who flinched at the anger emanating off you. “fuck everyone in this school and fuck your quirk.” There was a sharp intake of breath, coming from him. It made you scoff. “Because let’s face it, Bakugou, without your quirk, you might as well be fucking worse than a dead fuck.”

Those infamous last words of yours, that signified and solidified the death of whatever relationship you had with him, giving you the expression on his face, that was plenty satisfaction.

Izuku had to physically take you away, grabbing both your bags as you left the room. He had to calm you down, extremely worried to see you so worked up. Gulping, he squeezed your hand, green eyes searching for yours. Weakly, you squeezed back, a feeble smile on your face. That was plenty.

As the two of you turned a corner, the green-haired teen froze beside you, turning to him in confusion, you followed his gaze, heart twisting at his fallen Hero Analysis notebook that was being poked by the fishes.

“Stop eating it,” he muttered, voice weak. “it’s not fish food.”

“Izuku…” you called out, worried about the way his shoulders hunched, posture rigid.

If you want to be a hero so much, there is an efficient way. Believe to have a quirk in your next life and dive off from the school roof.

Balling your hands into fists, you could feel the anger boiling, threatening to take over. No. Instead, you walked up to your friend, took the wet notebook from his hand, and waved it in the air, water splattering everywhere in the process.

“(N-Nickname), be careful of the pages!” he cried, you stopped only when the dull look in his eyes disappeared. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. The favour returned.

Satisfied that it was semi-dry, you appeared by Izuku’s side, browsing through the pages – which miraculously were still readable despite getting wet. Each page, you bugged Izuku to explain what was written, he’d readily go on about what he wrote and more.

Hearing him speak calmed you, but it reminded you of the absolute fear in his face from earlier, your heart clenched – that was not you. So, you swore never to get that angry in front of him again. Also, Bakugou Katsuki was nothing but a dead fuck to you.

And yet, why did you feel like dying at that moment? Why did a part of you die thereafter?

It was the worse day of your life.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

But the worst was yet to come.

One phone call.

One phone call was it took.

One call from your grandfather, urging you to come home.

“L-Listen carefully to what I’m going to say, (Name), okay?”

Never had you heard your grandfather, the feared Shihan of your family, the stoic, cranky old man, in tears, sounding so weak, so afraid.

“I-It’s about your parents…”

Amidst the infamous Sludge Incident, you received word of your parents’ death, they were killed in action by villains.

Was the universe playing with you? Did the impact of the punch you gave Bakugou earlier rebound and knock you out?

Suddenly, the anger from earlier immediately dissipated, replacing it with a feeling as though someone had pierced into your soul, taking everything there is about you.

Numb.

A numbing sense washed over you, unable to take any valid information, make sense of your environment, or even your senses.

Heavy.

Everything felt heavy, your heart, your body – everything.

All you knew was that your heart was in pieces, tears wouldn’t stop pouring for days, and your life would never be the same again.

“(Name), what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Eh? Uh…um…”

“Don’t you want to be a hero like me and mama?”

“Should I be?”

“Well, according to family tradition, yes.”

“But how about according to you guys?”

“Us?”

“Well, actually, we’d be happier with whatever you want. Just so long as it makes you happy.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“…so, even if I want to be a gang leader?”

“Don’t push it, (Name).”

“Heh, kidding! I love you, Ma, Pa!”

“Getting cheekier and cheekier every day.”

"She is your daughter, after all."

For a whole week, you missed school to mourn.

Your mind too caught up in the loss of the two people you cared for the most in the world to even worry about your education.

Everything was a blur, a complete blur to you.

Understandably, everyone understood. Your grandfather. Auntie Inko. Auntie Mitsuki. Uncle Masaru. Especially Izuku, who came over to check on you from time to time. And during the burial, he held your hand. Tight. Warm. An assurance.

(Somewhere, you could have sworn you saw blond – aside from Auntie Mitsuki but paid no mind.)

When your parents died, so did a part of you.

The week after, you came back a hollow of a person you once were. Coming back to school, you were prepared for the onslaught of jeers and hatred, after giving Bakugou a beatdown last time, yet, all you got were condolences from everyone. That didn’t bother you much and just went on with life.

People were better. You suppose that’s what happens when people realize how much loss can affect someone.

Recovering was hard.

Every day hurts.

Every second was a reminder of loss.

Every waking hour felt like a bitter pill.

You just wanted to scream, to wreak havoc, to let it all out.

But how could you?

Since their deaths, you'd have nightmares of the time your parents left for their mission, in which they never came back. It was worst with insomnia wrought by your quirk, in fact, the grief made it worse. You were barely sleeping at all!

Izuku noticed just how tired and depressed you were, was the first to reach out to you. It was what you loved about him - he was selfless and full of compassion. Even as he suddenly went on a strange body regiment – that seemed to tax him physically and mentally, he was always there to keep you afloat. As opposed to Bakugou, who went out to call out on you two.

Still, after punching him in the face and the death of your parents on the same day, he was less menacing towards you, Izuku even.

It didn’t change the fact that the blond was dead to you, deader than your parents.

However, you did notice cans of coffee on your desk during lunchtime, or after a period where you slept in. Sometimes, there’d be an apple before the first period. One time, you could have sworn to hear explosions followed by angered shushing as you dozed off at the clinic.

There was a time, when you two crossed paths, both of you were silent, staring at each other. Carmine eyes stared into your dull (e/c) ones, his filled with worry and concern. But neither of you said a word, you just walked past him, dismissing him entirely.

Eventually, you found yourself applying for a part-time job, trained harder with your grandfather, all these to distract you, at least. And it worked, for a time.

You just weren’t sure about the other void.

masterlist • five

[1a-imagines]

No more tears.

{Overview: How they help you when you're sad.}

{Type: headcannons}

{Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, todoroki.}

{A/n: This is a sort of comfort I decided to do for anyone who is having a tough time right now. No matter what you're going through. There is always someone there for you. Even me! I'll happily talk to any of you if you need support!

Remember! You are valid, you are cared for and you are loved.}

This precious baby would do anything to make you happy.

Your smile was the thing he wanted to protect the most in the world.

So you can imagine how his heart shattered when you called him at 3am, crying your eyes out.

He answered the phone, groggily, still half asleep.

That was until he heard you sniffle and your voice quiver as you called out for him.

He immediately shot up in his bed, now wide awake as he got you to explain what happened.

As soon as he heard you say you needed a hug he was jumping around his room trying to shove clothes on before leaving his home

He ran all the way to your place as fast as his legs could carry him.

He stayed on the phone the whole time, promising you that he would be there soon and that it was going to be ok.

He won't pry into your problems if you didn't initially mention why you were upset.

He didn't want to pressure you.

So he really was just running over to your place in the dead of night not knowing what was wrong.

But you were crying and that was enough of a reason for him to know that he needed to be by your side right now.

As soon as he arrived and saw you curled up on your bed with tear stained cheeks he ran over and pulled you into his arms.

He rocked you gently as he petted down your hair.

Shushing you softly as you sobbed, even harder than before, into his shirt.

He won't mind the dampness on his shirt, he knew you needed to let it all out.

So he's going to sit with you for however long it takes for you to feel a bit better.

He'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you cry.

He wanted you to know that he was there for you and that you could lean on him for love and support.

"You're going to get through this."

"You're not alone. I'm right here, I always will be.."

"I love you so much Y/n."

"It's ok to cry. Don't be ashamed. It'll be ok."

If, when you calm down a little, you decide to open up about whatever it is that's bothering you, he'll quietly listen to your sorrows for as long as you need him too.

All without letting his grip on you slip.

You could keep him up all night crying and ranting and he wouldn't mind at all.

Your happiness was always one of his main priorities.

He would do anything for your smile.

You can trust that he would never judge you either.

You could be crying over fictional characters and he'd still be supportive and loving.

No matter how miniscule you think your problem is, if it made you cry, it'll always mean a lot to him.

"I-I'm sorry Izuku… this is stupid…"

"If it's enough to make you cry then it's not stupid at all!"

Even though he may not always be able to give you the best advice or help solve all your problems he can at least lighten the load for you.

He'll take it upon himself to surround you with your favourite things in order to cheer you up.

Snacks, video games, movies and plenty of hugs and kisses, you name it.

So you can be sure that after you've calmed down he's going to spoil you rotten

He'll dedicate a whole week to making you happy if he has too.

Your smile is the most beautiful sight in the world to him.

So he's going to do everything he can to make sure that he sees it again.

"You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it."

This guy is the worst in these situations.

But you can bet your ass that as soon as he finds you crying in your room he'll be by your side in 0.05 seconds and holding you at arms length, staring into your glossy eyes with worry all over his face.

"Y/n!? Why the fuck are you crying!? Did someone hurt you!? I'll fucking kill them!! Give me their names!"

They aren't the sweetest words in the world but, at the very least, it shows he cares.

He'll be pretty demanding about telling him what's wrong since he's "your boyfriend and you should trust him."

"Don't be a dumbass! Hiding away your emotions until you burst is stupid!"

When he sees more tears welling up in your eyes his heart will pound against his chest.

Shit… did he just make things worse?

With a sigh he will force himself to calm down, for your sake.

His hold on you and tone of voice will grow softer as he realises that you needed support in that moment and nothing else.

He'll put away his advice and opinions, even his itch to kick someones ass for you, and just sit down beside you on the floor of your room.

He'll put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm your boyfriend, dumbass. I'm right here. You can talk to me whenever you need too. I know I'm shitty with words but I still have ears."

He grumbled as he put his head on top of yours, allowing you to cling to him and cry into his shoulder.

He'll wait for you to calm down and stop crying before moving or saying anything else.

He's actually a little worried he'll just make you feel worse again.

After awhile of rubbing your side as you cried against him, he lifts your head up to him and wiped your tears stains cheeks with his thumb.

Your eyes were sparkling from the tears, your cheeks flushed red as your stared up at him like a little kicked puppy.

He huffed softly as his cheeks turned the same shade as yours.

"You're still beautiful even when you're a damn mess."

His comment makes you breath out a chuckle through your nose.

Hearing your small laugh will make him feel really proud.

He actually made you feel a little better?

A smirk crawls onto his face in victory as he fixed your hair for you, brushing away all the stray stands from your face.

After he's finished cleaning your face he picked you up and gently lay you on the bed so he could cuddle your properly.

You better be ready because he's not going to let you go for at least a few hours.

"Get some rest baby. If you want, we can talk about this tomorrow- or we can forget it and go on a date instead? We can do whatever you want. Sound good?"

God, he was awful at this- but he would do anything to make you smile again.

He lulled you to sleep with the warmth of his body and how he ran his fingertips across your skin in an all-too-soothing way.

He quietly muttered sweet words to you, you were half asleep so he was sure you wouldn't hear them, or at the very least, not remember them by morning

But you did.

"You're going to get through this. I know you will. You're so damn strong."

"I'll be right here whenever you need me to be. You better not forget that."

His eyes softened a little as he stared down at your peaceful sleeping face, his heart strings tugging when he could see the traces of tear stains were still present on your face

"We'll make it through this… together. I promise." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

He may be awful at saying it but you're the most important person in the world to him.

Just don't tell anyone!

"Strength grows in moments when you think you can't go on- but you go on anyway."

Since he's quite a lot of the time, he's a lot more observant than the other two.

He was instantly able to tell that something was wrong with you.

Even if you were trying to hide it.

He noticed the way your lips twitched down into a frown when no one was looking, how your eyebrows knitted together, how you forced all your smiles and laughs.

He even noticed when your eyes got slightly more glossy than usual.

The problem is that he didn't know how to approach it.

You haven't come to him for help or support? So did you want to be left alone? Or were you just feeling shy about reaching out for help?

Both were possible and he really didn't want to make things any worse.

He wanted to approach things from the best possible angle.

But at the same time, he's a very blunt person.

So you can expect him to approach you at some point and question your behaviour.

He'll wait until you two are alone though, he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible when he speaks to you.

"Is something wrong, love? You seem upset lately."

If you try to deny that anything is wrong, he won't take it.

He doesn't agree with suppressing emotions.

"I know you're lying to me"

You don't have to tell him what's wrong, but he'd prefer you didn't try to hide your emotions from him.

If something is wrong then he wants to be there for you like you're always there for him.

He'll gently takes your hand into both of his, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he sat facing you.

"Please, never be afraid to talk to me about your troubles. I love you, and I'm here for."

As soon as he saw the first sign of tears in your eyes, he sucked in a breath, His eyes widening in shock.

He thinks he accidentally upset you again, so be sure to reassure him when he apologises to you.

If you want some alone time he'll respect it.

But if you want him to stay he will be more than happy to sit with you and comfort you as best he can.

He'll talk with you for hours, listening to your problems or whatever you have to say in silence.

Never once did he interrupt you.

You had his full attention.

Even if he doesn't understand why you're sad or can't relate to the situation.

He will listen to every word you say.

Whenever your emotions started tipping over the edge again he would lightly rub circles into the back of your hand for comfort.

Once your finished he will gently reach over and wipe your tears away with his thumb

His touches are so gentle, as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you.

He's not the most outwardly affectionate guy but he would try to push that away for you.

He can see how distraught you are and he knows that some love and support would do wonders for you right now.

So he'll lay down with you on your bed and pull your face into his neck

It's the kind of hug that feels like he's trying to protect you from the rest of the world.

It's not too tight, but it's firm.

One arm wrapped around your waist as the other went around your head so he could run his hands through your hair.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he gently rubbed his other hand up and down your back.

He'll give you any advice he has on the situation.

But He doesn't always say the best things for the situation, since he's quite a blunt guy.

But he will always make it up to you.

I'm talking about bringing you flowers the next day, taking you on a date filled with all the things you love.

Anything to cheer you up.

He's really trying for you because he loves you so much.

He'll eventually realise that you don't need him to solve your problems.

You just needed to know you had his love and support.

And you most definitely did.

"Like the sun, you too shall rise and continue to shine."

[katsuki-goodness]

Part 1 =>

Summary: You both have known each other since middle school and you knew of his rude nature towards Izuku. You also happen to be one of Izuku’s good friends.

For the lovely, @shoutodoki​

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I knew coming to this school was a good idea. The thought of leaving Izuku alone with Katsuki was a mistake in itself because I knew he was going to say even more stupid things to him. Was I an ass for being an ass back to the blonde? No. I don’t believe I am but I know he would say otherwise. Katsuki doesn’t hold back either so I really can’t say I don’t deserve it. I have my issues but one of them is the explosive boy which happens to be in the 1A class in UA. He got in and I didn’t but at least Izuku did.

I worked hard, I know I did but others worked harder and they got the result they wanted. Most of us just don’t have as much of the natural talent as the others in that class regardless of how encouraging broccoli boy can be, I can’t help myself in thinking how useless I felt when I didn’t get in the hero course. Katsuki did and I still wasn’t mad. Natural talent, even with his hot-headed nature.

Seeing Izuku walking with his friends into 1A got me a bit teary. It seems like he forgot about me though, judging by how he didn’t even notice me when I waved to him. Its been a year since the first start of the year and this is a new year. Maybe I should have spoken up but he looked so happy. I didn’t know what to do so I walked away into my own class: 1B.

I do miss hanging out with green hair but at least he is doing much better now. It seems like Katsuki hasn’t been bothering him as much which is good. Adding to the fact that the sports festival is around the corner and my anxiety is going to rise so much. I am scared to not live up to the training that I have been doing alone. I want to make Izuku look my way again and remember his good friend, but I also want to show Katsuki how much I’ve grown, too.

+

It was the day, and the classes were grouped up in the stadium. I had looked around with the intention of finding someone I knew but everyone was pushed in here at random times so I knew the teachers were setting things up. I was surrounded by some 1C and support students, looking confused and even more on guard than I’ve seen them. Some look very confident but right now, I felt nervous. I am sure they are going to do something but I am still wondering what it is.

“Welcome everyone! This year will be a new and even more difficult challenge than the previous years!” Present Mic shouted to many of the students gathered in the stadium. “This year, we will be putting you to a test in this very stadium! Aside from the amount of damage you all might be taking, we will be securing the audience while teachers will be standing by just in case!”

So this was what they were planning? Fighting a titan or another teacher? Everyone was preparing themselves and I had to do the same. It took me a few seconds to realize that the ground was shaking, everything looking blurry and I saw what seem to be mecha. What is this?

“That thing is huge!” Someone shouted and many other students followed suit. It stood up straight and launched an arm straight to the ground, making me and a few other students jump away.

“Come on everyone! We have to work together to slow it down so we can destroy it,” Another said. I was agreeing to that but once I saw the source of the voice, he was already sprinting towards the mecha. A few others were as well, and I recognized them all. They all were so fearless, the look on their faces was serious and looked so determined. I had to do the same. I can use my quirk to slow down the mecha.

I used a mist I can use that travels at a fast rate to guide it to the feet and legs of the mecha, grabbing ahold of it as it traveled upward the leg.

“Nice job, Y/n,” I heard one of my classmates say. “Take advantage of this time! She won’t hold out for long!” A lot of students began to charge at it but the mecha had slashed at the students who recklessly jumped at it, sending many back as the class of 1A dodged so effortlessly. Many others had been following behind class 1A, like Shinsou who was staying back.

I shook my head and tried to concentrate and tried maintaining the mist around its legs. My arms began to shake a bit but I closed my eyes and looked back at the mecha. I tried making it travel higher than the ankle but my arms began to shake again. I had to keep it at its feet or else my quirk would disappear.

The mecha began to move again, swiping at the students and some of class 1A got pushed back. I closed my eyes as the wind that the mecha had produced came directly towards me. Kneeling down, I tried grabbing at the ground as I saw something slide next to me. I looked over, trying to open my eyes and saw a familiar curly-haired boy looking at me with surprise, his body straightening up as he called out,

“Y/n?!” I looked over, gaze fixated on him until it shifted to the mecha again.

“Focus,” I told him. He didn’t respond so I assume he had been looking somewhere else.

“Can you bring up the mist, Y/n?” I stayed quiet and tried moving the mist again but my arms started to shake again. I tried maintaining it again but it caused a huge shock wave of pain through my body that made my mist retract.

“D-dammit!” I cursed under my breath.

“Y-y/n-”

“Don’t worry about me! You guys need to take it down!” His started face, when I looked at him, did take me by surprise. He looked worried or maybe something was going through his mind, I wasn’t sure honestly. I still cared for him but it is not the right time. I'm sure he wanted to pass just like I did and standing here talking about it is not helping whatsoever.

The more time passes, the more aggressive it seems to be. So many students have been flung against the concrete of the stadium, many of which were injured pretty badly.

“Deku, you have a plan,” I asked him. He didn’t say anything. The mecha began to move now a little and I yelped, feeling my arms as if they were getting pulled with every step back it took.

“I-i’m sorry! I have nothing at the moment!” This was not his fault. I know how hard it can be. Looking at this machine has me very perplexed. I can’t think of anything either.

Suddenly there was a cloud of smoke that busted in front of us and someone rolled to me and hit me, making me lose control of my quirk and let the mecha free. Izuku quickly came my way but stopped once he saw the person stand up, growling loudly as he positioned himself in a fighting stance.

“That damn piece of metal thinks it can stop me?!’“ He had said. I sat up, holding my arm in pain, lightly rubbing it as the blonde in front of me ranted on. Izuku ran to me but I stopped him by lifting my hand up to signal to him to focus. The blonde hadn’t taken notice until Izuku stopped close to him and glared at the boy. I already felt his tongue sharpening to say something but Izuku’s eyes weren’t on him so it made him turn around to look down at me, his confused and angry face showing even more irritation than he already showed.

“Deku, we need to slow it down,” Ignoring Katsuki as I told Izuku, making the blonde even angrier.

“Hah! So they let you at this school too?” Katsuki said which of course meant he wanted to start arguing with me. I didn’t want to start off with him this way. Its been too long and I am not sure how my heart will take it. Not now, please.

“I don’t need you losing focus too Bakugou!” I shouted at him. I quickly got up, struggling to stay standing.

“Clearly you can’t even stand up straight!”

“I wonder who’s fault was that.”

“You think I wanted to land on you, you dweeb?!”

“Guys! It’s not the time,” Shouting out, Izuku glared at us but it only fueled him more.

“Whatever. Stay out of my way, Y/n. If I remember correctly, you couldn’t even protect yourself from others with weaker quirks than yours, so do us all a favor and quit.” I didn’t say anything to him. I know if I stay quiet, I will let him win but I don’t care. I was here to try to impress him but I realize now that it is only satisfying my desire to get noticed when I should be working to better myself for my own progress. I could not let Katsuki see me less. I already think that about myself but I can’t let anyone do it to me again, especially not him.

This whole time, Izuku looked away. He didn’t try to defend me and he didn’t show anything that made him think that Katsuki’s statement was false. It's true I could not beat other students but I always said I would never want to hurt someone else even if it required it. Even if I tried to, I couldn’t. I truly felt even more alone than I have ever felt before.

I looked around, trying to find some of my classmates, and sure enough, some of them were standing in a group and so I walked over to them. I was a bit wobbly but I managed. I'm not sure if I heard right but I heard a very irritated ‘tch’ coming from Katsuki who now walked away in the opposite direction towards the mecha.

Maybe it was wrong for me to think he would have respected me even as a student of this school. I was wrong.

[ciestessde]

NOT My Hero Academia: Part 1 – Ch.8

Iida manged to change direction at the last second, and Dark Shadow was out and between them and Bakugo now, ready to block an attack or push Team Uraraka into the air.

"OHHHHH?! IS LEAVING YOUR UNIT REALLY ALLOWED?!" Sero's tape came and saved Bakugo before he could touch the ground. "It is here, on a technicality!!" Midnight replied to Present Mic, "As long as your feet don't touch the ground!"

While Teams Bakugo and Uraraka squared off, Present Mic's commentary washed over the auditorium, "BOTH THE DOGGEDLY PURSUED FIRST PLACE TEAM… AND ITS DETERMINED PURSUERS ARE NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT! LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE CURRENT POINT SPREAD…" The screen updated to show the team rankings and their points. Izuku -- and All For One, through his cameras -- noticed another team pass behind Bakugo's. A hand reached out… "HOW ARE OUR TEAMS DOING AFTER SEVEN MINUTES OF PLAY? ...OHH?!

"NOW WAIT JUST A SECOND…! BESIDES URARAKA, CLASS A'S NOT LOOKING SO HOT… WHAT HAPPENED TO BAKUGO…?!" "Too simple, really. Class A," said the owner of the hand. Bakugo spun, "Give that back! I'll freaking kill you!!" "He got us!" cried Mina. "When Midnight announced the first event, it didn't take a genius to realize they wouldn't be thinning our numbers that much in a preliminary."

The rider who'd grabbed the headband smirked and glared condescendingly at Bakugo and his team. "It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine they'd be letting a good number of us advance to the next event. Forty or so seemed reasonable." A rumble came from behind team Bakugo. It was another Class B team! "It was the perfect chance to hang back and observe our soon-to-be rivals' quirks and tendencies. So it's only fair that we ended up placing more modestly."

"The whole class was in on it…?" said Kirishima. "Well, not everyone, but that wouldn't have been a bad idea… Instead of aiming for some fleeting first place, like a horse going for a dangling carrot." Bakugo's otherwise stony face twitched. "Ah, but you're already a celebrity, aren't you? The victim of that sludge incident! I'll have to ask you sometime. How does it feel to be known as the kid who needed saving?"

"Kirishima… plan's changed." Bakugo was radiating doom. "Before we go for Deku… I've gotta murder every last one of them…!!"

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'Class B… They threw the qualifiers and planned for the long game!' Izuku thought, impressed. 'They want to prove Class B's supremacy. But from that, I can guess that they're not necessarily dead set on targeting me…!! Maybe this won't be too hard to evade-!' But at almost that same moment, as Present Mic announced they'd reached the halfway mark-

-Team Uraraka was approached by multiple opponents. 'Or maybe… it won't be quite that easy. We've stayed still too long!'

"Looks like this won't end without a fight…" Tokoyami said, "They're really gunning for us, Midoriya." "No. We're halfway through. We've just gotta keep moving!"

Todoroki gave orders as his team approached their target. "Yaoyorozu, prepare our defense. The insulator too." "Right!" "Kaminari. You…" "Yeah, I got it! Just stay alert!" Kaminari warned.

At that, Kaminari screamed, announcing his special attack for the audience of Pro Heroes, "Indiscriminate shock. 1.3 million volts!!"

All the teams nearby were stopped by the sudden shock, Dark Shadow useless against the bright attack. Todoroki took advantage of that. "Less than six minutes left. No turning back now." He lowered a staff of ice to the ground. "Sorry. Just hang in there." All of the frozen teams' feet were now literally frozen to the ground! As they passed, Todoroki grabbed another team's headband, "I'll be taking this."

"Tokoyami, Iida, get us out of here!" Izuku cried. When Dark Shadow managed to break the ice around their feet, Todoroki tried to freeze them again. But Iida was too fast. Todoroki then tried to block their escape, creating an arena of ice, but Dark Shadow launched them over the wall, higher than anyone had thought they could go.

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Kurogiri joined All For One in front of the screens. "He's doing well so far." All For One nodded, agreeing, "Although nothing spectacular, it will keep him in first place. His team will run, other teams will close in, and they'll run again." Hesitantly, Kurogiri commented, "You seem… dissatisfied." "On the contrary. I'm simply eager to see further results."

As the competition went on, Todoroki's team was particularly persistent in chasing Team Uraraka. Already holding one of the top spots, they seemed determined to come in first. And getting the ten million point headband was the only way of doing that…

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After being humiliated by the Class B team, "Team Monoma," and glued in place by yet another team -- Bakugo was looking for revenge. Before they could make it to the offenders, however, the score board updated, and Present Mic's commentary blasted through the auditorium again. "WITH JUST ONE MINUTE LEFT, TODOROKI'S GOT THREE HEADBANDS, BUT URARAKA'S TEAM STILL HOLDS FIRST PLACE!! TEAM URARAKA'S MANAGED TO EVADE TODOROKI, NO MATTER WHAT THEY'VE THROWN AT THEM!! HAVE WE FOUND OUR TOP FOUR TEAMS FOR THIS EVENT?!"

Bakugo looked at the score board. Deku's team were still in the lead. Good -- he could take their points himself! That stupid pebble… How was he making it this far?!

… He would fix that.

Below them was Team Monoma, the bastards, with 1360 points. Then Todoroki with 990, and Tetsutetsu in fourth with 940. His team had 0 points. But not for long.

"Second place, huh? Seems too good to be true," Monoma was saying, "Let's focus on keeping what we've got." "Wait just one stinkin' minute!" Bakugo shouted. Monoma looked over his shoulder at them. "Persistent, aren't you. That sort of tenacity is…"

"Get back here, Bakugooooo!!" Kirishima shouted. Bakugo had launched himself through the air again. "Tsuburaba! Guard!" Monoma yelled. "Got it!"

One of the guys holding Monoma up took a deep breath and blew out. Bakugo came to a stop in midair. "Ha ha! How d'ya like that? It's an invisible wall!" said Tsuburaba. Bakugo just pulled his arm back -- and smashed through it, grabbing at their headbands. "He got two of them!" yelled Monoma.

"TEAM BAKUGO'S STOLEN TWO, PUTTING THEM IN FOURTH PLACE!!" Sero pulled Bakugo back to them, as Todoroki moved up to second place on the score board. "A LATE SHAKE-UP IN THE RANKINGS! THAT'S THE SPIRIT OF YOUTH FOR YA!!"

"Damn… DAMMIT!" Monoma cursed. "Alright… It's fine. We're in fifth! And Kendo's not going anywhere, frozen like that…" He adjusted their remaining headband. "Right! Just have to guard this one with our lives…"

"Give us some warning before you jump!!" Sero chided Bakugo when he'd landed back on their horse. "But now we're guaranteed to move on…" said Kirishima.

"I AIN'T DONE YET!!" "Huh?!" Sero gaped at him.

"I'm not settling for some half-assed first place!!" Bakugo, more energized than ever, was banging on Kirishima's hardened head. "I couldn't brace myself going at it alone. So move!!" They sped up; Bakugo's excitement was contagious. "WE'RE TAKING OUR POINTS BACK. AND THEN THE TEN MILLION!!" 'I'll make that useless Deku realize he's just a PEBBLE in my path to Number One IF IT KILLS ME!'

"Soy Sauce Face! Tape, now!!" Bakugo lifted his left leg out of the way. "My name's Sero!!" Even as he said it, he taped the ground near Team Monoma's feet, already knowing what Bakugo had in mind. "You missed," Monoma stated smugly. "Raccoon eyes!" Bakugo lifted his right leg out of the way now. "Melt a path for us with that liquid!" "It's Mina. Mina Ashido!" She sprayed the ground beneath Sero's tape.

Sero reeled them in and, as they sped passed- "BAKUGO!! ABSOLUTELY MERCILESS!!" -Bakugo ripped the last headband from around Monoma's neck!

"WHAT A PERFECTIONIST! ANYTHING WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING RIGHT!! WE'RE NEARING THE END OF THE GAME, NOW!!"

Switching gears immediately, Bakugo turned in search of his main target, "Next up! Deku and Todoroki!!" "TIME'S ALMOST UP. LET'S COUNT DOWN. HEY, EVERYBODY SAY… 10! 9! 8!" Bakugo spotted Team Uraraka with only 6 seconds left. He launched into the air without hesitation.

But… "-TIME'S UP!"

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All the teams stopped moving, and Bakugo went crashing to the ground.

"LET'S SEE WHO THE TOP FOUR TEAMS ARE RIGHT NOW! "IN FIRST PLACE, TEAM URARAKA!!" 'I almost can't believe how well things are going so far,' Izuku thought to himself, as Uraraka hugged him, 'Although, I'm actually… even more scared of the final event because of it!'

"IN SECOND, TEAM BAKUGO!!" Bakugo cursed and screamed.

"IN THIRD, TEAM TODO… HUH?! WHOA!! TEAM SHINSO?!" Izuku looked around, then spotted that purple-haired guy who was talking to goggles-girl earlier.

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It was just after he'd finished forming his team for the Cavalry Battle…

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"Heh heh heh… Yes, you're in first place. You sure do stand out!" Izuku heard someone say from behind him. He turned- "-Team up with me, Mr. First Place!!" "Whoa, too close!!" 'The girl with the hover boots?!'

"I'm Mei Hatsume, from the support course! I don't know you, but I could be useful to someone like you." She blabbed, heedless of anyone around her aside from her target. "Joining with you means I'll inevitably be right in the spotlight!! And then, inevitably, my supercute babies… will be seen by the industry big shots. They'll have to take notice of me and my babies!!" As she talked, she just seemed to get more and more enthusiastic.

"But wait -- there's more. This could also be advantageous for you." She pulled out some gadgets. "In the support course, we develop equipment to make heroes' quirks easier to use! I've got plenty of my babies here, and I'm sure you'll find one or two that-" Izuku spoke loudly, raising his hands to cut her off, "-Sorry, but I already formed my team!" She froze. "Ah! But…" He wanted to say something nice -- she had actually WANTED to team up with him. Even if it was just for his points… "I thought those hover boots you used back in the race were awesome! It's just…" She smiled, seeming to take the rejection surprisingly well. "I get it. You wanna work with your friends."

She got up close to his face again. Izuku stepped back. "But mark my words. Someday, you're gonna need my babies. And you'll come crawling, begging me to build you the most awesome equipment anyone's ever seen!" Her tone wasn't hostile, just filled with certainty and determination. "Mr. Quirkless Wonder!"

She turned and walked away. Izuku saw a purple-haired guy approach her and heard him say, "Wow, those gadgets of yours are awesome! Can I see one?" "Sure-!"

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"WHO SAW THAT TURNAROUND COMING? WHO EVEN SAW IT HAPPEN?!" 'Yeah… When did that happen…?' Izuku had been keeping an interested eye on the score board. 'But I was distracted in those last few seconds… Must've been then. Wish I'd seen that, though!'

"… IN FOURTH, TEAM TODOROKI!!" "No surprise there," said Uraraka, now sitting on the ground, exhausted.

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"THESE FOUR TEAMS WILL PROCEED… TO THE FINAL EVENT!!"

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Instead Of Getting Hit, Don’t

Chapter Seventeen: Fight Or Flight Reflex

Tokoyami and Inko are waiting at the top. An impossibly steep slope isn’t so impossible with Tsu’s ability to climb almost anything and Ochako’s ability to make things weightless.

“Where’s Endeavor?” Shouto asks. First things first.

Instead of answering, Inko reaches up and pulls him and Izuku into a hug.

“I’m so glad you boys are alright,” she says, voice shaky with emotion.

“He’s waiting for you in the throne room,” Tokoyami says, quietly. “He says he has a proposition for you.”

Shouto glances around, uncertain. After all of that, everything they’ve had to go through to get here, now his father is willing to talk?

“Okay,” he says, and it’s an effort to keep his voice steady. “Let’s go see what he has to say for himself.”

***

“Shouto,” his father booms from across the room, as soon as he comes into view. “I thought I told you you could never return.”

Shouto narrows his eyes. “It’s not like this is a surprise. You’ve been sending your minions up against me throughout my entire return trip — you obviously knew I was coming.”

His father stands suddenly, and it takes every ounce of Shouto’s will not to flinch away from him. He manages to stand strong — barely. His friends remain silent, at his back, as he had instructed.

“Never mind all that.” The thud of heavy feet on the marble floor echoes throughout the room as his father steps toward him.

Izuku’s steady hand at his back is the only thing allowing him to keep his composure. He resists the urge to step back. His father’s eyes flicker between them, and Shouto has the sudden urge to go after him right this second, just to get his eyes off Izuku.

“What is it you want?” His father’s teeth are bared in a sneer. The shadows cast across his face by his features jump around unsettlingly as the ever-present flames framing his jaw flicker and dance. “Why do you dare to face me again now?”

Shouto takes a breath, trying to get his heart rate under control. Izuku’s hand rubs at his lower back. Focus on that, not on Father’s cheap intimidation tactics.

“I’ve come to demand that you step down as Lord of the Underworld.” He lifts his chin, squares his shoulders. He can’t let his friends see how weak he is, how cowardly he must be to be this terrified.

He doesn’t manage to suppress the flinch that results from his father’s sudden, cruel laugh. Izuku’s hand slides to his waist, whole arm providing support around his back.

“And what? You’ll take over for me? You wouldn’t last a day!” More horrible laughter.

“I’ve lasted this long,” he retorts, and his voice doesn’t break, thankfully. “What makes you so sure I would fall?”

His muscles twitch as his father levels a fiery glare at him — his body reacting to a hundred memories of pain and death. He forces himself to stand his ground.

“What happens when all your Olympian friends return to the surface and leave you here, alone?”

Not alone, he wants to say, but his father is continuing.

“You’re weak, Shouto. The Furies won’t respect your rule unless you can prove you’re strong in the only way that matters — when you’re on your own.”

He swallows. “I defeated you alone, once.”

His father throws his head back and laughs. It’s an awful sound. “Only with the stolen power of a half dozen gods of Olympus. You’d be hopeless, relying on just yourself.”

Shit. He shouldn’t have let this conversation get to this point. Everything his father says now will just undermine his future authority if he defeats him with anything other than purely his own strength.

“Tokoyami said you had a proposition for me,” he says, folding his arms. Hiding his trembling. “Get to the point.”

“Fine, boy. You never did manage to learn patience.” His father takes another step forward — almost in range of a spear thrust now — and it’s everything he can do not to give in to one of the conflicting urges to put more distance between them or to step in front of Izuku.

“Relinquish your borrowed powers, and fight me in single combat. In exchange, regardless of the outcome, I will leave your friends untouched. If they try to help you… I make no such assurances.”

Single combat, without additional powers… that certainly puts him in the most dangerous possible position, but if it means everyone else will be safe…

“I need to think about it,” Shouto says, and he can’t quite eliminate the waver in his voice. Fuck.

His father nods and turns to retake his position on the throne, waving dismissively. “You have one day to decide.”

One day, or else what? He can’t bring himself to give voice to the question.

The relief of finally being able to give in and step away is so great he almost collapses against Izuku the moment they’re out of sight of the throne room. He closes his eyes, counting out each breath, until his heart finally stops racing.

How is he supposed to be able to fight him if he can barely manage to stand in his presence?

***

“No,” Izuku says, forcefully. “Don’t let him convince you that this is the way you have to do it, whatever he claims.” His hands close into fists and he frowns. “Endeavor’s weakness is his inability to inspire anyone to fight by his side. Challenging you to single combat is just a way for him to get out of having to face the consequences of his greatest failing.”

Shouto blinks at him. They’re gathered just outside his room. Everyone’s been waiting for him to speak, but the words just haven’t come. But Izuku can read him too well, evidently — he can tell he’s been thinking of accepting his father’s terms.

Izuku takes his hands. “If you take the throne, we’ll all be better off. Use every tool at your disposal to make it happen.”

“He’s right,” Momo says, from behind. “Endeavor knows you’ll likely prevail against him with allies supporting you, and he’s trying to play to your doubts to make you give up your advantage. The incentive he’s offering is weak — if you can force him to abdicate, he will be powerless to hurt anyone.”

“He can’t be trusted to keep his promises, anyway.” Iida says, stepping forward. “He has lied, tricked, threatened, and abused in order to gain allies in his struggle against you. There’s no reason to believe he would cease such behavior now.”

Shouto turns his head as Inko, at his side, inhales sharply. She catches his eye, frowning slightly — not angry… contemplative.

“We’ve come this far with you, Shouto,” Ochako says, squaring her shoulders. “Let’s see this through together.”

Tsu stands beside her, and gives a decisive nod of agreement.

Tokoyami clears his throat. “I will fight by your side, Shouto. No more contests or games — in open support of your claim to the throne.”

Even Katsuki gives a curt nod — Shouto had let him free after Kirishima had thrown in his lot with Momo and vouched for him. “Let’s kick his ass,” he says, harshly. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, anyway — with what the Furies will and won’t respect.”

Shouto raises an eyebrow. Sounds like resentment has been building for a while. He wouldn’t have predicted it would have gone this way, when he’d first met Katsuki, but evidently Kirishima had had the right idea.

Aizawa comes to stand beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. A familiar gesture. A centering one. Yamada is just to the other side of him, a constant presence now that they’ve been reunited.

“It’s because of you that we’re together again, kid,” Aizawa says, and Shouto turns to face him. “And we’ll fight with everything we have to keep it that way. Remember your training — you can do this.”

He takes a shaky breath in, and exhales slowly, nodding. “I’ll think about everything you’ve all said. We have a day before anything happens. Let’s all try to get some rest.”

Izuku squeezes his hand, and Shouto tries to flash him a determined smile.

Doubt spreads uncomfortably through his veins. Ochako is right — they’ve come this far with him — but is it really right to ask any more of them? He knows firsthand how brutally painful death at his father’s hands can be.

For the moment, the others have turned their attention amongst themselves, and Inko touches his elbow, nodding towards his room and stepping through the doorway.

He follows her in, Izuku at his heels.

His room is almost exactly as he’d left it, though the bed has clearly been slept in — Izuku flushes and glances away, and Shouto squeezes his hand. The thought of Izuku, heartbroken and despondent because of him — it’s painful to dwell on. He swallows hard.

“There is one way you could trust his word,” Inko says, almost whispering. “A way to make his promises truly binding.”

Shouto nods for her to continue. Izuku’s grip on his hand tightens. He’s frowning.

“No, Mom,” he says. “Shouto doesn’t need to do this alone.”

“Oh, Izuku,” she says, the smile on her face contradicted by the sadness apparent in her eyes. “I just don’t want to see you hurt. All those years ago, I managed to talk Endeavor down from his rage over you putting him to sleep — a childish accident, I told him, and he accepted it, eventually. But if you go up against him directly now, I’m afraid that he may dredge up all of that old anger and more.”

Shouto’s stomach clenches. Images of Izuku suffering at his father’s hands flash to mind, and he squeezes his eyes shut, as if that could shut his mind’s eye as well.

“There’s no way he can win against all of us, though.” There’s a pleading note in Izuku’s voice, and he turns to face him. “Okay, Shouto?”

It’s nearly impossible to deny him anything, with those large, beseeching eyes boring into Shouto’s soul. Nearly. He pulls his gaze off Izuku and looks to Inko.

“How can I make his promises binding?”

Izuku is probably right; they would most likely win if they face him as a group. But can he be absolutely certain?

No.

Which means there’s a chance he could fail, and others would suffer because of him. Izuku would suffer. His mother might suffer, if Endeavor somehow manages to get to her on Olympus.

Inko closes her eyes and sighs. “We could summon the Fates. When All Might and the others put him in charge of the Underworld, Endeavor insisted that he have complete independence. The Fates are the reason that All Might can’t come down here and sort this out himself. It was a binding agreement.”

“The Fates,” he echoes, slowly. “And how do we summon them?”

Inko shrugs. “If you want them here, and they’re meant to come, they will.”

Hm. It sounds almost too simple.

Inko looks from him to Izuku, and glances at their linked hands, a soft smile on her face. “Just consider it, Shouto. I need to go get everyone else settled. Rest well, you two.”

His heartbeat is loud in his ears — he’s only vaguely aware of Inko’s footsteps and his friends’ voices becoming more muffled as they travel farther down the hall.

His eyes meet Izuku’s. It’s just the two of them, now.

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*Brief mention of blood*

Dabi could suck Bakugou’s whole ass, and not in the fun way either. 

There was yet another attack on the students of UA, except it was in the middle of a mall -- child-hating bastards -- and while stupid Deku and Icy-Hot kept the other villains at bay and Fat-face and Spiky-hair were making sure the useless civilian fucks got out of the way, Bakugou had to go up against the half-wrapped sausage that called itself Dabi. 

And Bakugou could fight against the best of them. Has fought against the best of them. But this crispy critter was relentless, and Bakugou couldn’t exactly go all-out while he was still in a crowded building. See, he had been learning how to rescue people, suck it assholes. Dabi, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. That is, until his boyfriend called a retreat.

“Dabi! They’ve called in the boss battle. We haven’t leveled up near enough to win this one. You know what to do.” Shigaraki yelled as he ran passed Deku, because of course the idiot didn’t think to grab him -- or at least Toga, she’s right next to you Deku, catch her before she gets -- damn it, she’s gone.

Dabi, with a scowl on his face, knowing he could’ve potentially won, scowled even deeper than Katsuki. “Whatever you say, boss. But I could’ve taken them.” Suddenly, he launched his hands upward, blue flames destroying the ceiling, huge chunks starting to fall. 

Bakugou could hear the civilians around him and could practically feel Deku’s panic from where he stood at the other end of the food court. “Everyone get down and cover your fucking heads!” He yelled right before sending a blast up and towards the falling debris, loud against his ears. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima was barely heard under the roar of the explosions in Katsuki’s hands. “Behind you!” He turned at Kirishima’s warning, only to stop that brat Mustard running at him with some sort of container. With one hand still in the air, Bakugou threw his other hand out, AP-shot direct to the kid’s container. It was stupid to do, evidently, cause it blew up.

As soon as it did, Bakugou felt a sharp pain in his ears, and was pushed back and off of his feet. His head hit the ground with a hard thunk and when he opened his eyes, Kirishima was kneeling over him, Aizawa-sensei racing to the pair of them several dozen meters away. Bakugou blearily looked up at Kirishima, whose lips were moving, but it didn’t really sound like was saying anything. Everything just sort of sounded like he was underwater. Slowly, Kirishima’s voice was detectable, but not understandable. Was he in shock, is that why he couldn’t hear Kirishima?

Aizawa had made it to them by then and immediately caught on to the fact that there was now blood creeping ever-so-slowly out of the blond’s ears, staining the pale skin there red. “Kirishima, I’m going to get him to Recovery Girl. You go check in with Present Mic and help as many civilians as you can.”

“But --!” Kirishima tried, frustration clear in the crease of his brow. “But he’s --!”

“I’ll make sure your boyfriend is alright, Riot.” Aizawa put it bluntly. “But I can’t if you don’t move out of my way.” Kirishima moved at that, but didn’t actually get up, which was fine with Eraser-Head, who just bent down to pick up Katsuki, who groggily protested with mildly flailing arms and legs. It lacked Bakugou’s usual fire though, so it was easy to carry him to Recovery Girl, who had already healed all of Midoriya’s usual injuries. 

Upon sight of Bakugou, Recovery Girl quickly grabbed an otoscope, running to meet Aizawa in the middle. By then, Bakugou was as awake as he could be, but it was obvious he had a concussion. Recovery Girl tried to wipe away the blood with a cotton swab, but Bakugou hissed at the contact. Recovery Girl scowled at the reaction. “Well, it’s evident we’ll have to head to the nearest hospital.”

“What?” Aizawa immediately asked. “Can’t you heal this?”

“Not without putting his ears in more risk than what it’s worth. C’mon, help me get him on a stretcher.”

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Kirishima couldn’t stop pacing. It had been like nine hours since Bakubro was brought to a hospital, and he would be the last person to return to the dorms. Which sucked.

None of them could really sleep, knowing that Katsuki had been injured while just trying to get a new jacket at the mall. Kirishima had been sure to get the jacket on his way out of the mall, All Might trying to convince him that Bakugou would be fine, my boy, he’s very strong. Excuse you, All Might but Kirishima is a fucking man and Bakubro is the strongest, thanks.

Denki was also pacing, but more so following Kirishima, trying to convince him to relax a bit or at least sit down long enough to eat something. The rest of the class were checking their phones, hoping one of their teachers would text them or seeing if maybe the paparazzi had seen Bakugou leave the hospital. 

The door creaked open and wheeled in was Bakugou, who looked to be slipping in and out of consciousness, pushed by Aizawa. Just as Kirishima was about to race over, Aizawa gave them all a look, bringing his finger to his lips, letting them know that if they made any sort of noise, he would personally make their lives hell. He headed with Bakugou to the lift as Present Mic walked in after him, heading right for the class. 

“Hey there, listeners!” He greeted, softer than usual. “So you all know that your classmate was at the hospital, and we have good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first please.” Kirishima blurted out, impatiently tapping his foot. 

“Well, it seems Bakugou has gone partially deaf.” At the dawning horror on the teens’ faces, Mic immediately followed the statement. “But also -- good news! -- he went under an operation that was already planned! Like, we knew it would happen eventually, so his sponsors developed a really cool new type of hearing aid that won’t melt every time he uses his quirk! He’s going to be out of commission for a while, but he should be ok! He just needs a little time to adjust!”

“Of course!” Iida rose to support Mic’s obvious uncomfortable posture. “We should be sure to support Bakugou in any way we can, right class?!” After getting confirmation from the rest of the class, Iida turned back to Present Mic. “Will we be able to see him in the morning?”

“Probably not, sorry. You guys have to get to class and he’ll probably still be sleeping, thanks to those sedatives.” Mic winced at the glare of frustration he got from the Bakusquad. “But we can see if he wants visitors after your classes!”

Suddenly, there were shouts from upstairs, growing increasingly louder as it approached the class. Bakugou emerged from the lift, angrily wheeling himself out, even as Aizawa was pulling on the chair, trying to bring him back.

Bakugou, with a bandage wrapped around his face and over his ears, puffing his cheeks out, began to yell, sounding a bit garbled. “Hey! Don’t any of you extras underestimate me! I’m going to class tomorrow, and I’m going to kick all your asses! I’m fine, just fucking watch!”

“Oh, yeah, he’s going to be fine!” Kirishima forced out between laughs, Iida and Izuku going to help Aizawa get Bakugou back to bed amongst the chaos that had engulfed the class.

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He did show up the next day in class. The amount of damage someone could do while sitting was actually astounding.

Maybe a little abrupt ending, but hey, I like it.

[jaelafish]

The Apple Fell Far from the Tree

He couldn't help but be in a good mood, how could he not be? There was a skip to his step as he headed home, unable to contain his excitement. UA! He was going to UA! All that work, everything All Might and his mom had done to help him, he was finally going to pursue the one thing he wanted more than anything. It was like a dream, he was still having a hard time believing it. The whole situation was just so surreal, maybe he could use a good relaxing night at home-

"CONGRATULATIONS, IZUKU!" The boy nearly fell over as soon as he entered his home, the small apartment now crammed with several guests, a banner, a table full of goodies and various balloons. His mother was beaming at him, holding out a cake, but if anything he was more surprised by the visitors.

"Grandpa-?! Tomura?! Mister Kurogiri?!"

"Nice to see you again too," the pale young man grumbled, scratching at the side of his neck. "Geez, we show up and put up with all this for you and that's how you say hi?"

"Now Tomura, don't be rude," Kurogiri stated calmly, then addressed Izuku. "Your mother informed us you got into your first-choice of school, we came to congratulate you. I heard you worked very hard, well done."

"O- oh!" Deku bowed politely. "Thanks Mister Kurogiri! Mom- everyone!"

"Well whatever," Tomura shrugged. "You're here so let's do this whole party thing already."

Izuku nodded in response, smiling despite the slight loss of color in his face. Grandpa hadn't said anything yet, but he was quieter these days. It had to be hard to talk, after all, with that life-support system, it looked so uncomfortable. He just sat there at the table, silent.

"Uhm- thank you for coming," Izuku said, approaching the man. "I know it's hard for you to travel around a lot since the accident. I-…I'm glad you're here."

There was a moment of silence, just a moment, but it felt like all sound had muted, like existence itself had been put into a dull haze, dragging out the seconds-

"You did well," came the voice, distorted and muffled by the machinery. "You had a goal and you did what was necessary to reach it, that is the only way anyone accomplishes anything."

A scarred, wrinkled hand lifted, ruffling the boy's green hair.

"Only the strong and willful achieve, I respect that, well done."

Izuku felt a swell of joy at the praise, grandpa was never very liberal with compliments. It wasn't that he never gave them or that he was unaffectionate, no, it was just...well, he wasn't sure, but he was going to enjoy this moment for what it was.

“Thank you so much!”

The boy flung himself at the crippled man in a hug, sobbing in his usual over-the-top manner.

“Izuku! Careful! Don’t hurt him!” Inko cried, flailing her hands around in her panic.

“Now now, dear, it’s quite all right,” he chuckled. “He’s just excited.”

“But, Dad-“

“S- Sorry,” Izuku pulled back, wiping his eyes. “I just- um- sorry.”

“Nonsense, never apologize for doing what you must, now why don’t you go enjoy the cake your mother made?”

The boy beamed, turning his attention to the table and the other guests. Tomura was sitting at the table, scratching at his arm, his other hand tapping the tabletop; he had a lot of nervous twitches like that, he wasn’t very social much, either…but he had still come, right? He had to appreciate that he showed up despite his condition, it couldn’t be easy.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Tomura,” Izuku chirped, pulling up a chair by him. “How’s your training going?”

“Same as usual,” he replied gruffly, glancing at him. “Nothing very…interesting, lately. Unlike you, apparently you have a quirk now?”

The boy tensed just a second, then haphazardly jumped into the lie he had told his mother.

“Y- Yeah! Apparently I’m just a late bloomer! I know it’s super unlikely but it’s not unheard of, heheh, I was really surprised too, it’s kinda surreal!”

“Right, well, anyway…nice to see you’re happy, I guess.”

Tomura had a lot of …’issues’, but he always tried to be nice to him; he was much nicer to him than anyone at school, anyway. He had known the young man for a few years now, after Grandpa had taken him in and made him his apprentice. Mister Kurogiri had come and gone with his grandfather’s visits for as long as he could remember, he was much better with people, but always very professional.

“I guess you can kick Bakugo’s ass now, hey?” Tomura’s face split into an eerie grin. “That piece of shit’s had it coming for a while now, you should tell me when you do it so I can watch.”

“Tomura…”

“Okay, okay, enough of that,” Inko tsked, lightly slapping the pale man’s arm, “Izuku! I know you’re on a diet and all but I got your favorite ice cream! Just consider it a cheat day, okay?”

It was always a bit tense with the rest of his family over, but they still made the effort to show up now and then, unlike some people- no, no he wasn’t going to think about that, he was just going to enjoy the party they had thrown for him.

              Time flew by and Izuku found himself sleeping off a full stomach, curled up in his room. It had been a while since he had eaten anything sugary like that, it was kind of nice now and then. Well, except for the problems it caused his stomach. He slipped out to answer the call of nature, making his way to the bathroom. Tomura was snoring, sprawled on the sofa with the blanket thrown to the floor, but other than that it was pretty quiet. He tended to his business and was making his way back to his room when caught the hushed conversation.

              “I told you I didn’t, Inko.”

“Dad, this is serious!” his mother’s voice hissed. “Did you give him one or not? Did he ask you? Did you tell him?”

“I didn’t give him one.” His grandfather reiterated. “I didn’t even speak to him about it, as you asked.”

“Then why does he have one now? Did he really just- it’s just so unlikely-“

“Inko, dear, even if I did give him one, what would you have me do now? Take it back?”

“I…” she sighed. “No, but I just-“

“I’ve respected your wishes to minimize my…influence in his life, have I not kept to it? Why would I suddenly go against that without consulting you? I made it very clear long ago that I would be willing to give him one, but you were adamant about keeping me ‘secret’ as possible.”

“It’s dangerous, Dad, I know it’s what he wants but you know better than I do how dangerous it is to be a hero. What if he- I mean- you won’t…will you?”

“We’ve been over this, if this is what he wants then there is no reason he shouldn’t pursue it, just as I pursue what I want, simply because I want it. If you worry about ‘conflict’ then don’t, I have my resources, he’ll be kept in the dark about me, just as he has been, just as you wanted.”

              Izuku frowned, still and silent in the hall, listening to the exchange through his mother’s door. What were they talking about? Keeping him in the dark about what? His stomach twisted into a knot, a cold chill running up his spine. He didn’t like this, not at all, it was sketchy, it gave him a bad feeling- was this about his grandfather’s ‘work’? Tomura’s ‘work’? They never really talked to him about it, in fact, he didn’t know much about it at all- that couldn’t be good, could it? But-…no, no they were good people, they were his family, he had to be overthinking this.

“Dad…I-“

“You should go to bed, Inko, it’s late. I’m rather tired as well, we can discuss this more tomorrow if you wish, when Izuku is at school.”

He heard movement and quickly, but quietly, slipped back into his room, closing the door shut with as little noise as possible. What was all that about? Should he ask- no, it didn’t sound like they were going to just tell him about anything. He slipped into his bed, staring at the wall. Would All-Might have any advice about this? Maybe he should ask him next time….