#you tell this to izuku while he’s dead tired on his feet after a long day of hero work and he blinks. once. twice.

[yuwuta]

i love the “i can’t pay the mortgage this month” videos. satoru doesn’t even know what that is, he bought your house in cash, you say the word mortgage and he’s super confused he calls nanami to ask if that’s something he should have for the house—“it’s not like insurance right? i swear we have all that, we even have hurricane insurance because i saw a super scary videos online once nanamin oh my goodness the poor little cats clinging to the roof i almost cried. anyway do we need that?”

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 6 - "you lied to me"

I may have shed a tear while writing this one.

This is a fantasy AU!! No teacher/student!!

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 971

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As much as he tried to run away, Izuku had pulled him in like a magnet. They had fallen hard and fast for each other, faster than Shouta had in any of his lifetimes. 

The time came to confess his truth, to finally break off their relationship and part ways. It would be easier this way, Shouta could let Izuku live on in his memory, young and vibrant as he was. 

But Izuku always did love ruining Shouta’s plans. 

“Shouta, it’s okay. I- I am too.”

He didn’t think he’d ever felt such a feeling before. Was it relief? Distress, maybe… Hope. 

“Why… why didn’t you say anything?” He examined Izuku’s face, trying to wring out any deceit. 

His lover shrugged, smiling. The barely-there crow's feet made an appearance as he nuzzled into Shouta’s hand. 

“Probably for the same reason as you. I wanted to protect this. It wouldn’t work if one of us was mortal and the other…”

Shouta frowned, “I know most of the other immortals in the area, I can’t believe I never noticed you.” he swiped Izuku’s freckled cheek with his thumb. 

“I’ve…” Izuku sighed, “I’ve had a tough life, Shouta. I’m just grateful that I now get to spend the rest of it with you.”

Eternity… he doesn’t say. 

Truly, Shouta should’ve known it was too good to be true. 

He let himself believe that it was possible, that the universe had finally granted him some sort of reprieve. 

Maybe it was his desperation that led him to ignore the signs. Izuku’s aging, his spirit, his beauty. 

Living for as long as Shouta had, you would lose your mind a little more with each passing decade. Cursed immortals like him don’t receive the blessing of death, but rather gradual insanity. 

It was all good, all wrong. 

Not two years later, it all came crashing down. 

Izuku had begun looking tired and lethargic. His smile was strained and his movements painful. Shouta had insisted he go to the healer, ignoring the blaring alarm in his head that screamed this was wrong. He should be regenerating faster than his ailment could harm him. 

“Shouta, don’t worry.” He brushed off every time he showed concern. “I’m fine, they can’t help.”

There was something he wasn’t telling him. 

Weeks later, Izuku had awoken sometime in the night, and he hadn’t returned. After Shouta lay there unable to rest for some time, he threw the covers off of his bed and trudged into the dark of the house. 

He found Izuku curled around the toilet, sitting in a pool of sweat and vomit. 

Immediately he leaped into action, gathering the shivering man into his arms and lifting him. Izuku clung to his shoulders, whimpering at the movement. 

He rushed them to the nearest healer, doing his best to keep Izuku conscious throughout the trip. 

The old woman on duty took one look at Izuku and sighed, waving at Shouta to come through to the back. 

They put him on an open cot, and Shouta immediately forewent the waiting bench, kneeling beside Izuku on the dirt. 

“Shit, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on, Izuku. Please, I know you’re hiding something. Is your curse doing this to you? I don’t understand…”

“Love,” Izuku smiled, motioning for Shouta’s hand. He complied, holding the smaller hand in his own. Izuku’s body had always been small, almost dangerously so, but Shouta chalked it up to genetics. He never met Izuku’s family, assuming they’d passed decades or even centuries ago, like his own. 

But now, with the moonlight pouring in through the window, illuminating Izuku’s translucent skin, he’s sure he had it all wrong. 

He waited a moment, allowing Izuku to collect himself and breathe. 

“There’s a letter… in my chest at home. I explain more…” He sighed, eyebrows quivering, “I can’t imagine I have much longer. I’ve already been lucky.”

“Izuku you’re…” acting as though you’re already dead. “You lied to me about being immortal,” Shouta finished, using all his power to stay strong until he got answers. But watching the tears swell in Izuku’s eyes nearly broke him. 

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, Shouta. It was never with malicious intent, please believe me.” He took a shuddering breath, “I never had long for this life.”

Shouta brought Izuku’s hand to his forehead, feeling the cool skin and pressing a kiss into his wrist. 

Shouta would never be angry at him, and he needed Izuku to know, but he wouldn’t dare interrupt him now. 

“I knew you were cursed when we met all those years ago. I knew I was dying then, too.” Izuku explains, nodding to the woman when she brought him another pillow to prop himself on. “As much as I knew it would hurt, I was selfish. I fell in love with you, and I knew you would leave if I was honest. I just…” He sobs, caressing Shouta’s face. 

Shouta shakes his head, allowing his burning eyes to well, “Izuku you don’t need to justify yourself. I’m so grateful for the time we’ve had together. If I’d have known… I would’ve spent every waking moment treasuring you.”

Izuku chuckled, “You couldn’t possibly make me feel more loved than I already have. My time with you was the happiest of my life. I’ve been alone for so many years, and though it was greedy, I didn’t want to feel that loneliness in death. I know you’ll always be with me, just like I’ll always be with you, Shouta.”

He pulled himself up onto Izuku’s cot and took the man into his arms. 

“I love you more than anything, Izuku.” He murmurs, pressing kisses into Izuku’s crown. 

“Not more than I love you,” Izuku whispers back. 

He took his last breath with a sleepy smile on his face. 

Forever young, just like Shouta.

[marunalu]

Ok seriously, WHY is nobody talking about the fact that izukus hair is turning white???

Im saying it, THIS is exactly what afo wants to happen! Izukus fight against his classmates is supposed to parallel tomuras fight against re destro. In that fight tomura just like izuku hadnt sleeped or eaten for a long time and was under a lot of stress and pain. His memories about his past came back to him, his quirk awakend and he defeated re destro and his hair completly turned white by the end.

If we consider all the paralells between izuku and tomura its very likely to say, that the same will happen to izuku here. Like re destro did with tomura, something will piss izuku so much off (most likely bk because unlike the rest of the class, he thinks insulting, mocking and being aggressive towards izuku is the way to reach him in his current mental state) that he will snap. Tomura remembered all the shit and unfair thinks that happend in his life, so the same thing could happen here to izuku. Bk will be the catalyst to awaken either izukus very own quirk or the 2th ofa users. Izuku will not be defeated by his classmates or captured and being dragged back to ua here (the poem hori posted hinted that izuku will not be defeated in the rain and its raining right now) and because of all the negative emotions he stored up over the last 11 years of his miserable life his hair will turn completly white. Considering all the parallels and the direction the story seems to go, I believe this fight will end like this:

With a defeated bk and an izuku barely standing on his feet.

And ending with bk kneeling in front of him and begging for forgiveness for all the shit he went izuku through in the past (and also coming to terms with the fact that izuku is more powerful then him now), while the rest of class A stays in the background horrified and shocked about the things that just happend between this two.

Hori himself said bk WILL apologiez and it needs to be a powerful moment with the rest of class A as wittnesses and realizing that bk AND NOT all might like bk claimes is responsible for izukus nonexistent selfworth. Just THEN can bk finally and truly walk the path of atonement and redemtion NOT before. So that his character can really change for the better and become a better person without falling back to his old temper tantrum bullying asshole self. The question is: will izuku forgive him? Or will bk really have to work hard for it, like endeavour is still not forgiven even after regretting and apologiezing for his actions?

Abuse is abuse! Bullying is a form of abuse that can really fuck up a persons mental state. It doesnt matter if bk was just a kid or teenager, espicially if you consider that people YOUNGER then him are able to realize that his actions and behavior are terrible and wrong. And the thing is he is STILL bullying izuku. The reason izuku doesnt react to that is because he is USED to it. He endured that for 11 years! Izuku was always selfless. His selfworth is what he LOST after a whole decade of abuse. Selflessnes and nonexistent selfworth arent the same thing!

With 15/16 bk is old enough to understand what the diffetence between right and wrong is. Yes bk sacreficed himself for izuku in the war arc but EVERYONE in class A would have done that! What bk did was the bare minimum he is SUPPOSED to do as a future hero. His own feelings here also dont matter here. It doesnt matter what his reasons were zo bully izuku, because HE is the abuser and the damage he did to izukus psyche is STILL DONE! The ONLY thing that matters right now are izukus feelings - the feelings of a victim who suffered 11 years of terrible mental AND physical abuse (bk beat him up, used his quirk on him and destroyed his property) by bks hand.

And mark my words, shortly after that fight afo (dad) will show up to pick up his son and will mockingly thanks class A for doing such a wonderful job in making his junior snap and break, something all the villains he sent didnt manage to archieve over the last few weeks/months! Then when afo is about to disappear with an dead tired and injured izuku, the class will try to reach him in time, but fail and so we will get our parallel of the end of the training camp arc in which bk was kidnapped by the lov and a captured izuku will tell them to “stay away“ before he vanishes. Thats what Im sure (or hope) right now will happen. After that the real “safe izuku arc“ will kick in. This one is just a red herring to set the plot into motion. Bonus points if dad for one reveal will happen and the class will find out, because now they are faced with the dilema that their friend is the son of THE super villain of japan!

Also Im not sure if this post should be considered as anti bk, so I tagged it as such just to be sure.

[patchofsunlight]

i’m reposting bc it’s not showing up in the tags and I’m mad about it lmao!! hope you like it!!

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warnings: cursing because uh. this is bakugou katsuki. and this is so long. i put so much more effort into this than into any of the others i can’t do anything if i’m in love with him i’m sorry

Katsuki definitely did not think he would fall in love with an extra like you. In fact, he did not think he would fall in love at all.

Yet he did. Like an idiot.

You were friends with fucking Deku, of course, and almost as annoying as him. He always saw you around with him and the Half-and-Half Bastard and he promised himself he would never give you more than a glare because you simply did not deserve to be in his thoughts, and he succeeded at that

at first.

You decided to live rent-free in his mind after the Sports Festival. That was the first time he actually payed attention to you and it was safe to say he was slightly impressed

He was sure you would’ve ended up on the final battles if you hadn’t had to fight Icyhot before you got there

even then, you gave the idiot a run for his money and Katsuki was surprised with how long you held your own, getting a bunch of good hits and losing only because Todoroki was, well, Todoroki.

He respected you a bit after that

but he did not respect the way you were always plaguing his thoughts and dreams like a fucking virus of sorts

It was irritating as fuck and he wanted to kill someone over it.

Whenever he saw you his heart sped up to ten miles per minute and it made him see red with anger. He wasn’t sure what made you so important, anyway. Yes, you were powerful and somewhat pretty but still an idiot and Deku’s friend so how good could you actually be? Certainly not much

Still, there he was, thinking about you like a fucking stupid dumbass

He hated it, despised it, it made his blood boil. This was probably caused by some secondary quirk bullshit you had that no one knew about and he was tired of losing his damn time over it.

And you were always talking to him. For some god awful reason your seat was close to his and so you would ask about his day and about what he had for lunch and about his studies and a bunch of ridiculous shit he didn’t give a fuck about

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N, I don’t wanna talk to a fucking extra like you.”

“Why so grumpy, Explosion Boy?”

“I’LL KILL YOU”

he obviously didn’t.

It was weirdly comforting to have someone interested in his life, if he was honest about it.

But not much. It’s not like he liked you or appreciated you in anyway, of course not. That would be absolute bullshit and he was not willing to deal with it.

Getting kidnapped by the League of Villains was one of the worst things to ever happen to him.

Even though he fought his way through survival and didn’t get hurt or anything, it was still pretty terrible and, well, with everything that happened with All Might later... It’s safe to say it didn’t leave him feeling exactly good about himself

Besides, damn Deku was the one to help him escape and it pissed him off.

Specially because you were there too and how much of an idiot did you have to be to get caught up in something like that?

Did you want to die or something? Fucking extra. It made him so mad.

And worried, too, because what if you had gotten hurt? What if something bad had happened and he couldn’t help? Not that he cared, of course, but the thought of you being anything but healthy and fine made his heart jump uncomfortably in his chest and he didn’t like it one bit.

After that, you suddenly decided you wanted to be his friend or some bullshit, and it was the most annoying thing he had ever had to go through.

Talking to him randomly during class wasn’t fucking enough for you? Did you really have to walk with him to the dorms and invite him to have lunch with you? God, you were really insufferable.

But he found himself appreciating your company, sometimes. It was nice to have someone by his side like that, even if he couldn’t stand you

And maybe the fluttering of his heart whenever you smiled wasn’t all that bad.

You suddenly became a part of the Bakusquad after inviting him to have lunch with you multiple times and being rejected all of them until Mina started inviting YOU to have lunch with THEM instead and he wasn’t sure how to react to it

Kaminari was always fucking babbling with you about something and it got on his nerves

It was still better than seeing you running around with fucking Deku though. Deku did not deserve your friendship.

Sometimes, when you are too invested in conversation with someone else during lunch, he can’t help but steal glances at you and bite back a smile.

You’re cute when you’re excited.

He slowly stops complaining about you walking him to his dorm

You keep playfully saying you do it in case someone tries to kidnap him on the way and he screams at you for it everytime, but something tells you he goes easy on you for some reason.

There’s this one time when you call Kirishima “cheap ass red rock candy”

You’re only joking around and Kirishima knows this, so he only rolls his eyes and lightly punches your shoulder

but, for the first time ever, Katsuki laughs. He tries to hold it back like he does with every smile you bring to his lips, but he can’t, and the way your eyes sparkle at the sound sends his stomach in a frenzy

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before,” you tell him quietly while you walk towards the dorms later that day, curiously avoiding his glare as you blush. He furrows his brows. It’s not like you to do that, but his heart does sommersaults in his chest at your bashfulness and he hates it.

“So fucking what?” his voice is aggressive, but there’s a hint of warmth rising to his face.

“It’s a nice sound,” you smile ever so softly and he stops breathing for a moment, “you should laugh more.”

“Whatever,” he mutters, hiding away his own red cheeks from your questioning eyes and walking a bit faster.

After that, he tries less to bite back his laughter. It’s almost subconscious and no one comments on it, but Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero exchange knowing looks while you excitedly tell him about the last movie you watched and he grunts in acknowledgement, his full attention on you even as he avoids your eyes and stares at his lunch.

There’s this one time when you go to his room because you can’t sleep and it makes him so angry because he was already absolutely knocked out

yet he can see how much you’re fidgeting and something about the fact you came to him of all people causes his stomach to flutter, so he lets you in and listens while you tell him you’ve been having nightmares lately.

That’s the first time you ever sleep in his room, but neither of you acknowledge the way you’re holding each other when you wake up

It becomes kind of a tradition for you to go see him when you can’t sleep. He always complains about it and tells you to grow the fuck up, but lets you in anyway.

He likes to hold you while you sleep. It calms down his erratic heart and it’s nice, he figures. It’s nice to have someone to wait for, specially if that someone is you.

Katsuki tries not to think too much about what the feelings he gets when he’s next to you mean. After all, you’re still some annoying extra he couldn’t care less about, right?

Right?

It happens one cold night in the dorms’s common room.

You are just hanging out with him and the Bakusquad, watching some movie about something Katsuki doesn’t care about. He’s just looking through his social medias and ignoring all conversation going around him

You’re seated on the other couch, next to Sero, and he knows there’s a spot just on your other side, and a part of him longs to occupy it and be next to you, but he knows that’s stupid, so he stays put, even when you suddenly glance at him and smile when you notice how his eyes were already on you

He rolls his eyes and scowls, feeling his face heat up, but keeps quiet.

Then fucking Deku comes around and sits beside you. He’s obviously upset about something and Katsuki wants to kick his ass for simply being in close proximity to you

Yes, he knows you’re his friend too, but still. Deku can get fucked.

Deciding just being next to you isn’t enough, Izuku leans his head on your shoulder.

Katsuki sees fucking red. He’s ready to get up and punch his nose, but that was before you lifted your hand to play with the boy’s green hair, quietly asking him if everything was alright before you engaged in a whisper-filled conversation.

If looks could kill, Deku would’ve been dead in a second.

Kirishima is the first to notice how absolutely rageful he is.

“Hey, Bakubro, are you okay?”

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair.”

He follows Katsuki’s glare and widens his eyes at the sight of you and Midoriya, smirking.

“Are you worried, Bakubro? Don’t worry, they’re just friends! She only has eyes for you!”

“I’m pretty sure I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

“Come on, Bakubro! Your crush is definitely not in love with Midoriya, okay?”

“I don’t have a fucking crush, Shitty Hair!”

all eyes turn to his fuming figure after he screams. Izuku takes his head away from your shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. You stare at Katsuki with concern, silently asking yourself what could have brought him to this outburst.

He groans in anger before standing up and leaving the room, unable to stay around you and fucking Deku any longer.

Mina sends you a look and you’re on your feet, telling Izuku you would be right back and running after the angry blond.

He was sitting on the stairs just outside the dorms, trying to control his own fury. You sit next to him and he scowls.

“What happened back there, Katsuki?” you question softly and his first name on your lips has him on the verge of an emotional breakdown. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he groans, looking at the ground as so to avoid your sharp eyes, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

You smile lightly at his manners, moving your head so you could watch him more attentively.

“Well, I heard you talk about having a crush. What about that, huh?”

He blushes immediately, scowling even harder and turning away from you so you can’t see his face, “I said I don’t have a crush, you idiot.”

You hum in acknowledgement, “that’s too bad.”

Katsuki moves his neck so fast it almost gives him whiplash, and he blushes harder when he notices how close to him you are.

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I wouldn’t mind you having a crush if it was on me.”

He melts on the spot, heartbeat speeding so much he can barely feel it beating.

You two stare at each other and he absolutely loves the cheeky grin on your face.

You look so pretty when you smile.

He kisses you before he can overthink it, chest fluttering at the feeling of your smile against his lips. He ends up smiling too, just a bit.

Katsuki definitely did not think he would fall in love with an extra like you. In fact, he did not think he would fall in love at all.

Yet he did, and he could begrudgingly admit it wasn’t actually that bad.

[iamdeku]

Peace: Prohero!Bakugou x Reader

This one is basically the same as Positions, except it’s Bakugou x reader. Just another very soft domestic fic. As always, all characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity. Mentions of kids/pregnancy.

You kicked off your heels the moment you walked in the door, feet aching. A rush of dead air thumped out of you as your back hit the doorframe, the impact ricocheting through your chest. You were too tired to care about that though, too tired to stand properly or do anything but crawl over towards the couch.

You were working as a secretary for Endeavor right now, and you hated it. He was the most unpleasant man to work with, and some days you came home feeling like crying. Today wasn’t one of those days, but it could become one at any moment. You lugged your sore bones over to the couch, throwing yourself over the armrest and coming to rest only halfway onto the couch.

It was there that Katsuki found you 5 minutes later after getting back from patrol.

He had a good night tonight, The streets hadn’t been too busy, and he had crushed every nasty villain that had dared to show their face. All day he had been looking forward to coming home to you, so much so that he had already packed a change of clothes, ready to cuddle in dark gray sweats and a black tank top.

He stopped dead after walking through the door of your apartment though, frowning. He could see your legs dangling over the arm of the couch, and, walking closer, he got a better view of you. It was just as he had expected. They had overworked you again, and now you looked exhausted.

You turned your face up when you heard him open the door, but you couldn’t be bothered to greet him like you normally would. Everything hurt from all the running around you had done today. You weren’t sure how Katsuki worked so hard every day and still kept going, though it might have something to do with the fact that his workout regime was considerably more difficult than yours.

“Hi baby,” you muttered, seeing his face over the edge of the couch.

“Those bastards are still working you too hard, aren’t they?”

Katsuki never beat around the bush. It was part of what you liked about him. You always knew when something was bothering him. You never had to wonder or get self-critical. If he didn’t like something, he would just say it.

“It’s okay. It’s not so bad.”

“I keep telling you, you should just quit. I make more than enough money for the both of us.” He huffed, sitting down beside you on the couch.

His clothes nearly blended into the black material as he tugged you into his lap, settling his chin on your shoulder. You breathed a sigh of relief at his touch, leaning back into him and letting the weight of the day slide off your shoulders. Katsuki’s warm, dependable strength at your back eased your stress.

“Just a little bit longer. I’ll find something better soon, and then I’ll quit.”

You could practically hear Katsuki rolling his eyes.

“Gonna make me start a hero agency just to get you a better job.”

“Pretty sure there are some kind of rules against your girlfriend working for you. Feels like a potential ethical vulnerability, especially for such a high visibility hero. They’d never get off your back about it.” You stretched out against him, toes curling. “I’ll just go work for Izuku when he starts his agency.”

Instantly, Katsuki was up in arms. “Stupid Deku? You’d rather work for him than me?”

You laughed softly, turning to face him better and cup his cheek in your hand. “No baby, of course not. We’ll work something out. It’s a while off anyway, and I can promise you I won’t be working for Endeavor by that time. “

“Better not be. I’m about to show up on his doorstep just to yell at him.”

You smiled indulgently. “You’re so overprotective.”

You felt him soften, even as his arms brought you in tighter, nose pressing into your hair. “Only for you. My best girl.”

You hummed softly as he started pressing kisses into your hair, moving down to your temple and slowly working his way across the expanse of your face. You caught your breath as his lips ghosted over your eyelids, tracing the bridge of your nose. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, eyes unfocused and dazed.

You had nothing to say to that, mouth hanging half open as you stared at him in awe. As much as it was normal for Katsuki to get like this with you, it never failed to surprise you, perhaps because of the contrast of how he was with everybody else. While he so obviously adored you, he could be a little rough around the edges with his friends and family, so when he got sensitive like this it always left you speechless.

“You missed a spot,” you whispered, leaning in and waiting for him to close the gap.

His kiss was slow and languid, taking his time with you as he laced his fingers through your hair. His thumb brushed up your waist, skimming the bare skin under the hem of your shirt and melting you. You turned to putty under his touch, collapsing into him as you breathed him in with a lazy hint of urgency.

He pulled away from you slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips before you snapped it.

“Have you eaten yet today?” he asked, voice low, the rumble of his chest echoing in yours.

“I had a lunch break, yeah,” you said, ready to go back to kissing him.

“Come on baby, you know you need more than that,” he said, scooping you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck with a yelp, holding on for dear life.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” you whined.

“I’m taking you to the kitchen,” he said. “You need to eat dinner.”

“I’m too tired for dinner,” you groaned.

He scoffed. “You weren’t too tired to make out with me, brat.”

It only took him a few long strides to get to your small kitchen, opting to set you down on the counter instead of one of your perfectly good chairs. You didn’t mind though, since it gave you a better vantage point to watch him work. You loved watching Katsuki cook, and you especially loved when he cooked for you, as you knew it was his way of showing affection, amongst...other activities.

“What are you making?” you asked, leaning your head back against the cabinet.

“Your favorite,” he grunted, putting the ingredients together.

“Mmmm, yummy,” you said.

“Of course you think it’s yummy, it’s your favorite.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and you watched the muscles of his back roll under his tank top as he moved a few pots and pans around in your kitchen. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t mind just eating him. The man put the term ‘snack’ to shame. You were trying not to drool over him, but there was just something about Katsuki in tank tops, all that muscle on open display like that for you.

You hopped off the counter, standing on unsteady, protesting legs to stand behind him and begin tracing patterns into his back. You rested your forehead just below his neck, your soft, open-mouthed breaths fluttering down the thin black material he wore. You closed your eyes, soaking up his presence greedily.

“You’re making it harder to cook.”

You huffed, pressing your smile into the ridges of his spine.

“You always do this. Pretend to hate me hovering while you work in the kitchen. Pretend not to love me.”

Katsuki stiffened, and you knew immediately you had said something wrong. He set everything down, turning to face you for a minute and cupping your face between his hands. Bright, searing red eyes met yours in a way that told you this was important.

“I never pretend not to love you. I always love you, and I’m not the kind of bastard who would lie about that.”

You reached a gentle hand up to wrap around his wrist.

“I know, Katsuki. I know you love me. Always. I was just teasing you. M’sorry.”

He bumped his forehead against yours, the gesture more lighthearted as he intertwined your hands.

“Stupid.”

“Still smarter than you,” you snarked, scrunching up your nose.

He just rolled his eyes at you again, letting go of you to turn back to his cooking. He grabbed his apron off its hook, starting to cook in earnest. Before you knew it, your kitchen was full of the smell of your favorite food, and your stomach was rumbling quite loudly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as he plated the food.

“You want to tell that thing to shut up?”

You folded your arms over your stomach. “It doesn’t work like that, idiot.”

“Sure it doesn’t.” He smirked.

You almost picked a fight, but when you saw the finished food you couldn’t bring yourself to. You ate so fast you practically inhaled the food, hungrier than you had known after your long day. When you finished you were full and happy, a warm exhaustion chasing through your veins.

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the stiff wood of your kitchen chairs.

“I’ve decided to never move again. I’m just going to die here, with my greasy hair and achy bones and full of amazing food. This is as good as life gets, I think.”

Katsuki turned from where he was busy putting your dishes in the sink. Walking over to you, he picked you up for the second time that night. Pressing you tight to his body, he began to head towards your bedroom.

“This is not as good as life gets, and I’m going to make sure you know that,” he said, voice low and soft.

You were practically falling asleep now, face pressing into his shoulder. 

“Tsuki,” you breathed dreamily, “I love you.”

“I love you too dummy.” He kissed the side of your head to punctuate the comment.

Opening the door to your bedroom, he headed to the attached bathroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He didn’t even set you down on the floor, just positioning you on his lap as he sat on the edge of your bath and started the water. He added your favorite bubble bath, and you smiled, thinking about how good he was with the little details of your life, things like your favorite foods and your favorite bubble bath. You were in so deep, and you never wanted to remember what it was like not to be in love with Katsuki Bakugou.

“You need a bath,” he said. “You stink.”

“Awww, what a sweet way of telling me you listen when I complain about my greasy hair, Tsuki,” you teased.

“I listen to everything you say. I have ears, don’t I?”

You giggled, taking off your uncomfortable work clothes. Katsuki watched as you did, helping out here and there when you got caught on a button or when you nearly tripped trying to get out of your ‘professional businesswoman’ pantyhose. Eventually you dipped into the bath, Katsuki kneeling beside the tub.

With gentle motions, he washed your hair, the hands that could be so violent never softer or more careful than when he was touching you. His fingers skimmed across your skin, tracing the contours of your shoulders with greater dedication than the most devout anatomist. He mapped out the shape of your body with soap and tough hands, up to his elbows in water as he helped every weary inch get cleaned up.

You looked up at him, suds framing the shape of his biceps, doing all of this work for you, and felt a surge of love and affection for this man. You wanted to marry him, wanted to have his children and live a long happy life with him.

“How did I get so lucky?” you wondered.

“It’s not luck. You ended up with me because you have great taste,” Katsuki said.

You laughed. “Maybe so. Even still, it isn’t every day you meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

He paused in his motions.

“You would want that? To be with me? Forever?”

You reached a hand out for his, holding it and giving it a brief squeeze.

“Yeah. Is that...” you faltered. “Is that something you want?”

He shifted forward, leaning over the side of the tub.

“Yes, of course. I’ve wanted to put a ring on your finger so long, you have no idea.” He laughed at himself a little. “Want the whole thing. Want to buy you a big pretty house and take care of you and make it so you never have to spend another second at that stupid job. Want to cook you weird food when you’re pregnant and craving something disgusting, want to cover your baby belly in kisses every day. Want to have kids with you, a family, everything. I want everything.”

Katsuki was unexpectedly wide-eyed and breathless, so earnest in his simple desires. You wanted to give it all to him, have it all with him, live out the whole dream.

“I want that so bad, you have no idea,” you told him.

“You’re going to have it. We’re going to have it. Going to give all of it to you.”

You smiled, and your happiness would have been perfect except the soap bubble that slipped from your hair down your face. You laughed, wiping it away.

“Maybe we should finish with this bath first.”

When you were ready to get out, he wrapped you up in your towel, reminding you of when you were a little kid. Your towel no longer reached to your knees, but there was something comforting about it all the same, like being wrapped in a blanket. He laid you out on your bed, wordlessly reaching for one of his own shirts for you to wriggle over your head and down your body.

When you were done, you pulled him down on top of you where you lay, wet hair carelessly soaking into the sheets. Tilting his chin up with one hand, you pressed your lips to his again and again, like a conversation, an exchanging of words. Each kiss had something different to say, something important, and something the same.

You are so good and kind and I love you. Thank you for taking care of me and I love you. I’m so happy I know you and I love you. You are the best man I have ever met and I love you.

He switched your positions, pulling you on top of him so that you lay more on him than the bed. He kissed you back, loving you with chapped lips and intertwined fingers and something deeper that fluttered through you in the deepness of the night and buzzed through your body at his touch. 

He pulled away to, in a moment of redundancy, say what you had already been saying.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. So much,” you whispered.

He rubbed a hand up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head and easing it down onto his shoulder.

“Rest now.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’ll still love you in the morning.”

[alicemitch09writes]

lame

05.

there’s a scar you’re not telling

You almost thought you were running late. Well, you weren’t.

But you were late to miss the early train.

Fuck.

And the train was packed. Just fucking great.

With your backpack hung in front of you, you tried to balance within your personal space whilst avoiding bumping into others. Thing was, it was getting more and more cramped as it was rush hour.

Why the fuck did school have to be so damn far!?

Businessmen, students, workers slowly filled in and out the train, it was wall-to-wall of people, barely allowing you a breather. Still, it was fucking cramped.

Absentmindedly, you bunched your hair together, letting it drape over your left shoulder, fingers nimbly working on a braid through your (h/c) locks.

Just as you secured it with a tie, the train cart screeched, the sudden movement throwing you off balance, falling back. Thankfully, warm hands grabbed hold of your shoulders, steadying you.

Your eyes turned to the windows, wondering if there was an attack from villains, some people were muttering behind you, thinking the same thing. Overhead, the PA went off, apologizing for the turbulence then announcing the next stop coming up.

Everyone sighed in relief, realizing it was just a train momentum, people were now shuffling around at the announcement, some preparing to leave while many others struggled to remain in their current spots.

Looking over your shoulder, towards your captor, with a smile you offer your gratitude. “Whew, thanks- “then you met ash blond and carmine, smile faltering, lower eye twitching, but a gratitude was still in order. “Yeah, thanks.”

Bakugou Katsuki's response was a noncommittal hum, roughened hands slowly slipping off your shoulders. As the train came to a stop, there was a shuffling of people, you were just about to take a step back, allowing people to move, but remembered that he was behind you. Though you were steady on your feet, it was still rush hour and people tend to really rush into the train - not wanting to miss the train. One false move and you could find yourself squished against someone, or against the window, or be cornered by some pervert – all options made you shudder.

Damn it. This is why you take the early train!

“Here,” without waiting for you to argue, roughened hands gently brought you aside, your back against the wall, shoulder touching the railing, with him in front of you. Protectively.

The feel of his hands on you made you remember just how warm they were, how big they’ve become compared to before.

“Um,” you didn’t like the way his eyes bore into yours, especially when it felt like he was seeing through you. “thanks. Again.”

Okay, not counting the time you had to confirm it earlier, that was two times already. Two words of gratitude in one morning.

He just blinked, towering over you whilst the train filled. Just the mere fact that he was in front of you made you consider a lot of things. Now that you had a good look at him, you could see that in his UA uniform, he was dressed rather ruggedly with the top buttons undone, even his blazer’s not completely buttoned, and his pants were loose – Auntie Mitsuki must’ve given him hell for his appearance. It was a total contrast to Izuku, who dressed like a good schoolboy – granted, he’s always been one. He just didn't know how to work a tie.

Regardless, he looked every bit of a high schooler now. Physically speaking, he’s always been muscular in build and tall – because of his good genes. But in a matter of time, because of his UA education, he’ll probably build up more.

But wow, it’s only been a few months since high school started, he’s definitely gotten bigger. Izuku, as well, but Bakugou’s muscles were more prominent-

Shit, were you ogling him?

Geez, it’s too early for these thoughts. Leaning against the railing, eyes squeezing shut, tucking your chin in, you groaned angrily to yourself.

Thankfully, you had your bag in front of you, creating a respectable space between you both.

Also, you could just end up not talking right? That was a thing.

You barely know the guy anymore, after years of bullying under his command, years of distance – he was nothing but a stranger to you now.

It hurt, actually.

There was a time when you were so close, never apart.

Everything just had to change because he had a quirk, birthing this damn ego that propelled him further and further away from you. Izuku, too.

And though you had your own (longer than Izuku), you felt so behind.

Him and Izuku in their UA uniforms, you in your generic public-school uniform.

The two of them were going places you could never see yourself following.

“Hey,” he called, voice surprisingly soft, cutting you off your thoughts. “that mark on your neck,” due to the environment noises surrounding, he had to lean in so you could hear him properly. “how did that happen?”

Fuck. He was too damn close!

But at the mention of the mark, hands instinctively reached for it, just by the junction of your neck and shoulder, abnormally shaped like a heart. A tiny splotch, that was over years old.

“You wouldn’t remember.” It was barely a whisper, but it reached his ears, carmine eyes faltering.

“Try me.”

Lifting your head, (e/c) eyes meeting carmine, fixing him an almost pained look. He balled his hand into fists at that, gazes holding, unwavering - a thousand words could be spoken.

The train came to a steady halt, finally reaching your stop.

Not breaking eye contact, you told him, in one breath. “It was when you discovered your quirk in kindergarten.” Then the doors opened beside you.

Hurriedly, you exited, never looking back.

Absentmindedly, your hand reached for the mark. To others, it might look cute due to its shape, but to you, it was a reminder. One of the many, anyway.

(It burned when you touched it.)

Middle school was a rough time, especially when you were the quirkless girl, an easy target, or a punching bag. Little did they know of your martial arts prowess and of your quirk, that even though you were restless in the morning, you learned to conserve just enough energy to fight, it just made you extra tired the next day though.

One day, you were cornered by a bunch of girls, all of which were fangirls of Bakugou, they saw you as a threat because of your relationship as childhood friends, forgetting that it was rather strained.

It was a four against one, which you easily won - because they chose to approach you near dusk, that was when your quirk picked up, but not without casualties.

“E-Eh, (Nickname)!? What happened to you?” Izuku frantically hovered over you when you met on the way to school.

Chuckling easily, you scratched at your bandaged cheek. “Ah, you know…assholes with quirks.”

His expression only worsened; eyes filling with tears. “(N-Nickname)…”

“IZUKU, PLEASE DON’T CRY!” you cried out, tossing your shoes into your shoe locker, lazily slipping on your indoor shoes. “Don’t worry, Izuku, I got them all.” You assure, adjusting your bag on your shoulders. “Besides, you’re forgetting that I’m a badass who knows martial arts!”

That quells him a little, worry still in his eyes. “T-That’s true. I’m just not sure how to feel that you have to resort to actually using them to defend yourself. I mean, I know you’re good at martial arts, because it’s in the family, and you’ve always been kind of strong and quick on your feet-“

“Izuku,” cutting him off, you worked on a cheeky grin. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, he fixes you a look, brows knitting together. “Just promise me you won’t get into fights again,”

Ah, he’s so cute when he’s being serious.

Scoffing, you swiped at your nose with your thumb. “No promises, so long as loose assholes with quirks continue to run amok and mess with me, I’ll show them exactly how I’ll mess them back and worse!”

That only made him uneasy, somehow a bit assured. “(N-Nickame)…”

When you both entered the room, your eyes easily caught on the girls from yesterday, each sporting some cuts and bruises from yesterday. The corner of your mouth lifted into a smirk, whistling breezily towards your seat.

“F-For now, (Nickname), are you feeling better? Do you want some aspirin? Do you need to head to the clinic?”

You shook your head, smiling at Izuku’s concern, he can really mother too much. “Like I said,” you said in a sing-song “I’ll be fine~ This’ll all heal soon enough, you’ll see.”

As soon as you said that, a pair of carmine eyes looked your way, focusing on each and every bandage and bruise on your skin.

Feeling someone looking your way, you turned your head. “Can I help you, Bakugou?” you drone lazily, leaning back against your seat to give him a bored look.

“A-Ah, K-Kacchan! G-Good morning- “

“Should’ve stayed at home to rest, idiot.” He tells you, eyes never leaving the bruises and bandages.

“Fuck off.” You replied, knowing the girls from yesterday were watching. Hopefully, that assured them that your relationship was pretty non-existent. Dead.

For the rest of the day, you were teetering on sleep and academic dedication with the former winning at each turn – a drawback of your quirk. Thankfully, you managed to snag some sleep during Japanese Literature and Science.

“Ah, (Nickname), you look like you’re getting better. But it would be wise not to sleep in class next time…” Izuku tells you, beratingly.

Yawning, arms stretched upwards, you fixed your best friend a dopey grin. “That’s alright, I can always depend on you for notes!”

“Really,” he sighs, announcing that you two should probably head off to lunch.

Yawning, you made your way to the meat section, mumbling over and over the things you need to buy for dinner. Lately, because your grandfather’s been working with Eraser Head, he’s been quite antsy when it comes to food, and a bit demanding, too!

Tonight, he wanted steak. FUCKING. STEAK. IT WAS EXPENSIVE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! AND HE DIDN’T EVEN SPECIFY WHICH STEAK HE WANTED!

Grumbling under your breath, you were just about to reach for the Wagyu steak (on sale, lucky you) when another hand appeared, reaching for the same thing, making you halt.

“Ah-" looking up, you were met with familiar warm brown eyes. "Uncle Masaru!”

“Oh, (Name)-chan, it’s you!” Came his soothing calm voice, eyes brightening at the sight of you. “It’s been a while.”

“It has been, Uncle.” Your smile grew, turning to him fully before the cold wind gently whispered to your skin as if to remind you. “Ah, you can have it, by the way.”

“No, no, you were reaching for it first.”

“No, I insist!”

“Please, (Name)-chan, it’s the least I can do. Also, this at least gives me an excuse to make something else,” he replies sheepishly with a light chuckle.

You paused at that, processing the information shared. Bakugou must’ve wanted steak for dinner, but since Uncle Masaru gave up the meat, it was yours now. It was your win.

Pettily taking the win as yours, you happily took the steak and dumped it into your basket. “Thanks, Uncle Masaru!”

If he noticed the mischievous – almost devil-like expression on your face, he didn’t mention it. He just smiled, kindly, warmly, like how you remembered.

“How have you been?” he asks you.

Normally, the question would annoy you, because it was rather basic. But it’s not every day you run into sweet, mild, and good-natured Uncle Masaru.

“Eh, I’m doing very well, as you can see.”

“I’m so happy to hear that. You used to be the smallest thing, with scrapes and bruises on your pretty dresses. Whenever you and Izuku were over, it was either a riot or a party.” Okay, you had to laugh at that, but it was true. Uncle Masaru laughs with you. Having him remember those things were endearing, made you feel warm. And guilty.

“I know it might seem awkward, but Mitsuki and I would love to have you over for dinner sometime. If that’s okay with you? Of course, you can bring Izuku-kun.”

Glancing up, you met the man’s kind gaze, the one thing Bakugou never got from him – everything was from his mom, he only ever got Uncle Masaru’s spiky hair and height.

You didn’t want to say no, neither can you say yes, but you sure as heck didn’t want to disappoint Uncle Masaru.

“No promise, Uncle Masaru,” his expression fell, shoulders dropping. “but, I’ll see what I can do.”

He smiled weakly. “Then that’s more than enough for me. Just don’t be a stranger, (Name)-chan, okay?”

Smiling softly, you bowed at the older man and turned on your heel.

Cutting your losses with someone really hurts, especially when it involves certain people.

Cutting off from Bakugou meant you had cut off all contact with his parents, whom you loved so much since they took care of you for a time when your parents had passed – both taking turns to visit you when you were deep in depression. It hurt, but it was expected when you decide to cut someone from your life. Nobody is spared.

This time it was seven-against-one.

After having their asses served to them, those bitches managed to talk some filthy high schoolers into beating a middle schooler. A quirkless middle schooler.

Rolling your shoulders, you enjoyed the burn of your wakened muscles. “Wow, you bitches really want to make yourselves look bad in front of an audience, huh?”

So far, they’ve all showed to have power quirks that could be readily usable for the future, should they decide to make use of it. Sadly, their prized quirks turned out to be nothing but a waste for these fuckers.

You easily toyed with them for the first few minutes, allowing a few hits in before retaliating with a force and speed that was twice theirs. You made sure that the punches and kicks, especially to those bitches, stung and hurt, they were your own brute strength honed from training and your quirk.

A sickening crunch rang in your ear after some high school student punched you in the cheek, you made sure to return the favor by capturing his next punch, taking your legs up to strangle him by the neck, catching him completely by surprise, using your weight to swing your body towards an approaching somebody before jumping off.

Watching the two high schoolers stumble to the ground, you lazily walked up to the rest, fingers caked with dirt, grime, and blood, knuckles aching, a dark bruise forming on your arm, (h/c) hair was a mess.

Spitting blood on the ground, you wiped the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning at your next opponent, eyes glinting dangerously, menacingly, excitedly.

The rest of them faltered at your expression but didn’t back down.

That was alright, that meant they weren’t complete pussies after all.

Also, you liked fighting.

You came from a family of fighters, the thrill of it made your blood sing, made your instincts come alive – it made you feel alive.

“Hey, I’m a little disappointed,” you call out, watching the group – beaten and bruised. “you lot say you’re strong, an added bonus is your oh-so-cool quirks, so beating a measly, quirkless middle schooler like me should be no problem,” working on your most sickening grin, you tilted your head. “right?”

“Fucking bitch!”

“Now you’re really asking for it!”

“We’ll beat you black and blue!”

Falling into a stance, adrenaline rushed through your veins (and mentally preparing for a tongue lashing from your grandfather), when an explosion went off.

Clouds of smoke and sand filling the air, gushing furiously against the wind, making you squint.

“OI! IS THIS SOME DIRTY TRICK!?” you yelled, voice fading into noise of wind, sand, and explosions.

More explosions went off, going out at random – big, small, small then big. There was screaming and panicking on their end. Maybe they’ve probably found themselves in some yakuza turf and are being under attack? Shit, you had to make a run for it while you had the chance!

The sudden change of scene wasn’t good for your senses, everything was completely mushy and too much to comprehend. You at least remember where you put your bag, running towards a certain direction, you stopped at the sight of one of the fuckers. Their eyes widened at the sight of you, you readied a fist, but the gust was making your eyes water.

Falling to your knees, you covered your mouth as you coughed – having inhaled too much smoke and dust in your lungs, he saw this as an opportunity to attack you. But something grabbed him by the shoulders, some punches and groans followed, then an explosion could be heard before footsteps approached you.

Too busy coughing your lungs out, you were ready for any pain thrown at you, especially when you were at your most vulnerable.

Instead, a garb lands on your head, shielding you, arms easily scooping you off the ground, something lands on your belly, then loud hurried footfalls were taking you away from the scene.

The more you coughed, the more it felt like your lungs were going to give out, too strained to heighten your senses.

Eventually, your cough died down, your hands rubbing at your chest from coughing too much, throat dried out.

Ah, I probably will run into those assholes again, since we weren’t able to finish the fight.

You must’ve passed out – or dozed off, you weren’t sure – because the next thing you knew, you were being lowered down gently on a soft and cool sofa.

“W-Where…?”

Tugging the garb off your head, (e/c) eyes flinched at the light, strained to make out the furniture around you, the familiar TV set, the fancy-looking wall panel, the familiar staircase, that unmistakable family portrait – one brunette, two explosive blondes-

Wait, you were at Bakugou’s place?

What the heck, you haven’t set foot here in forever! Why’d he bring you here?

Fully coming to, you turned to the blond “Why’d you bring me here!?” you had to ask, demanding.

The sudden movement stung at your fresh injuries, making you coil in your seat.

“Where else was I going to take you?” he replied immediately, coolly, loud enough for you to hear as he was taking two bottles of water from the refrigerator. “My place was closest, yours takes a while to get there, plus, you wouldn’t want to worry your family, right?”

You stared at him, distrustfully, then at the water offered to you, shocked to find that he remembered how much your family would worry over your injuries – big or small. He was always the one carrying you home, almost witnessing first-hand how much your mother would be near tears, your grandfather giving you a murderous-worried look, and your father just ash-faced and pale.

Taking the water from his hand, you nodded your thanks, pressing the cool item against your jaw, hissing in pain from the punch thrown earlier.

Carmine eyes narrowed at that, an emotion crossing over them.

“Don’t move,” he orders, walking off somewhere, you don’t care, eyes wandering around the area. It’s been a while since you were here, the last time was when it was his 10th birthday. After that, though, you and Izuku stopped receiving invitations.

Twisting the cap open, you took gentle sips, relishing in the cool water running down your throat.

The Bakugous were loaded – because Uncle Masaru worked in the fashion industry and Auntie Mitsuki worked in a cosmetics company. The two adored you, treating you like a daughter they never had – Uncle Masaru would gift you cute dresses (which Bakugou would make fun of you whenever you wore them) whenever he can, and Auntie Mitsuki was a hard-ass woman you looked up to.

But since discovering his quirk, Bakugou had become unbearable to be with, a shitty friend to both you and Izuku, ties had to be severed. However, that also meant not being able to see Uncle Masaru and Auntie Mitsuki, who were surely saddened by you and Izuku’s absence.

Suddenly, Bakugou was in front of you, his gakuran unbuttoned, exposing his shirt underneath, a first aid kit in hand. Eyes meeting, a silent conversation was being held, carmine clashing against (e/c). Fixing him a dull stare, he clicked the first aid kid open. With a roll of your eyes, you allowed him to clean your wounds.

Silence filled in, nothing you both seemed to mind. Surprisingly, for a guy with an explosive, volatile quirk and a shitty attitude, he was rather gentle. Not like you’ll ever tell him that, eyes looking around the house, remembering the times you were over with Izuku, anything to avoid staring at him in awe.

“Do they always come for you…” having finished cleaning most of your wounds, his voice came out quiet, but you heard it, a statement rather than a question.

Blinking, you were unsure if he deserved an answer. He thought that was the case and asked again, dipping iodine into the cotton, “Do they always-“

“I don’t see how this is any of your concern.”

Noticeably, his fingers stilled. Then, something smoked, it was the cotton ball, now reduced to ashes. A beat passed before he found himself working again, getting another cotton, now applying ointment to your bruises.

“Do you always need to fight them back?” There was a slight edge to his voice, controlled yet on the verge of breaking.

(E/c) hardened down on him, a seesaw of options playing in your head.

“Have to.” You reply breezily, watching him snap his head up to meet your gaze, unfazed by the anger in his carmine eyes. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“No shit.” He growled, hands beginning to shake. “What I do understand is the disciplinary action you’re gonna get once people find out you’ve been fighting fellow students, even if it were an act of self-defense! Y-You,” he slammed his fist into the glass table beside him, cracking it a little, his head hanging. “you could’ve just called the teachers, told them, too. About those bitches…”

“Again, I don’t see how this is- “

“YOU’LL BE FUCKING EXPELLED, (NAME)!” head still hung low, you could feel his hot breath and tufts of his hair against your skin, making you tingle a bit. It scared you to be this close to him, after all this time. Scared of how he was still protective of you.

Hating how you could hear the guilt in his voice because, in a way, he caused this, he allowed this, he was the reason. He was scared for you.

And he called you by your name.

The seesaw in your head continued, teetering, options weighing one after another.

“…why do you care?” One option up, the other falls. In the end, you just destroyed the seesaw. “Why waste your breath and time on an extra like me, quirkless too, if I might add, why waste your time?”

His head snapped up to yours, his expression was a shock to you. Why…why did he look so devastated, so crushed, so- “(Name)…”

Unable to stay any longer, never mind your still healing body, you stood. “I’m going now. Thanks for treating my injuries. I’ll..." you gulp, hard. "I'll try to avoid getting into fights.” Without waiting for a reply, you grabbed your bag, heading towards the door. “Bye.”

The next day, extremely exhausted from the fighting, Izuku once again panicked at the sight of your bruised and beaten face. When you reached the classroom, you were more than ready to meet the gazes of those bitches – only to find out they had been suspended, as they were given serious warnings should they cause another fight with you.

Apparently, someone had reported their involvement in ganging up on a quirkless student. Plus, there was a video of them taunting you since first year.

Bakugou was in his seat, looking anywhere but your way. Returning the gesture, you quietly sat in your seat, listening to whatever Izuku had to say.

Since then, you swore never to get into fights anymore for the sake of Izuku, and because Bakugou practically begged you.

“How’s school?” your grandfather asked, helping himself to some bok choy.

Shrugging easily, you cut a piece of steak, gesturing for his bowl to serve it to him. “Could be worse, but I’m doing fine.”

“Clarify, silly girl.”

“Mathematics continues to chew me in the ass,” you tell him, avoiding the hit thrown your way.

(Name) – 1, Shihan – 0.

“You’re failing already!?”

“Translation: it’s difficult, not I’m failing. Geez, old man, context!”

You barely dodged the chop aimed for your head, making you wince from the pressure.

(Name) – 1, Shihan – 1.

“That’s no way to talk to your elders, silly girl!” handing you an empty bowl, you nearly pawed it off his hands.

Angrily, you scooped him his heaping, a mound of hot rice returned to him. “Where do you think I take it from!?”

(Name) – 2, Shihan – 1.

“Enough arguing, more eating, foolish girl! We have training to do!”

(Name) – 2, Shihan – 2.

Narrowing your eyes at your grandfather, you wished lasers would come out just to fry off the last of his remaining hair out of petty spite.

Regardless, you loved your grandfather and appreciated these banters. He was rough on you, only because he wanted to teach you to be strong and to be able to hold off whatever was thrown your way so you can repay them back twice, thrice, or ten times more.

You were his pride and joy the moment you were born and swore to your parents that he’d guide and protect you so long as he was still kicking.

“I ran into Uncle Masaru today.”

“Oh! How is the man?”

“Same as always. Not a single grey hair in sight, despite living in a household full of rabid Pomeranians and hitting his forties.”

The Yoruichi patriarch stared down at you, unamused. “Please don’t tell me you told him that.”

Snickering, you deftly avoided his chops.

(Name) – 3, Shihan – 2.

“Gramps, please, like I’d be so willing to break Uncle Masaru’s heart.”

“You don’t have a problem doing that to me.”

“Simple: you’re literally and figuratively old,” you pointed with your chopsticks, waving them in the air as you enumerated more. “you’re Shihan of our dojo, and you have to raise me!”

(Name) – 4, Shihan – 3.

You failed to block the flick on your forehead after finishing your piece.

“Don’t wave your chopsticks in the air, fool, it’s rude.” Snickering at your whining, knowing it’ll leave a mark, he ate more steak. “And easy there with your words, silly girl, otherwise, I’ll repay your kindness in training!”

Recovering, you smirk, helping yourself to some steak. “Bring it! You know I love a good challenge!”

“Oho? My, someone’s cocky.”

“I wouldn’t be your granddaughter, either way.”

You two laughed at that, dinner coming to a finish as your grandfather happily ate the last of the steak. Eyeing the leftovers, you delighted at the thought of tomorrow’s lunch.

Just as you were to clean up, your grandfather asked a question: “By the way, how is the young Bakugou boy?”

(Name) – 4, Shihan – 4.

You stopped at that, hands freezing in the air, feeling your grandfather’s stare on you.

“Dunno.” Came your reply, hands found themselves resuming their work. “Don’t care.”

He watched in silence as you arranged the empty plates, bowls, and chopsticks. “Still not in speaking terms, eh?”

“Yep.”

Your grandfather didn’t have to ask to know that something changed between the three of you, especially with you and Bakugou. What you two had was not something so easy to forget, especially when both of you had been so close. Since then, his name had been taboo in the house.

“He goes to UA with Izuku, right?”

At the mention, you feel the tension seeping away slightly, mouth fixed in a straight line. “Yeah…”

“Are they in speaking terms?”

That made you scoff, fixing your grandfather a dubious look. “Civil, to say the least. Izuku’s not a brute, not like that other one.”

The animosity was clear in your tone as you talked about the other boy, like a bitter pill. Strong arms, decorated in scars and tattoos, crossed against his chest, displeased yellow eyes fixed on you.

“Has he tried talking to you?”

Shrugging with one shoulder, you turned to a lone rice on the table, flicking it without care. “He has, but they’re pretty half-assed.”

“What makes you say that?” to which, he received another shrug from you, mouth twisted into a twisted pout.

Consciously, you reached for your mark, rubbing at it with your fingers. “Some things are better left unsaid, the same way that some things buried should never be unearthed. It’s better off that way.”

His eyes never left your form, taking in your slouch, the look on your face, the sadness in your eyes. “Are you talking about yourself? Because that’s a rather selfish line of thinking, don’t you think?” Shifting, he slowly stood from the table, you watched him stand and met his gaze, offering you a sad look. “In a way, aren’t you being half-assed, yourself?”

Winner: Shihan, Loser: (Name).

masterlist • six

[rainywritingsx]

scenario: Todoroki and Midoriya helping reader who’s lost

request: Hiiii Deku and Shoto know the City well enough, right? Can you maybe pls pls write about reader that grew up in a village that has a habit of getting lost? Like they'll just call them and ask if they can come to their place and help them find home because they just keep getting lost and kinda just get scared to be there on their own cuz that is definitely me lmao (lord help me I can't even find the right trains to go home)

okay, i was a tiny bit confused when i read this. I’m assuming that you mean that the reader calls deku/shoto asking to come where reader is at that moment and help them find their place? You als didn’t specify whether you’d like scenarios or headcanons, so I went with headcanons. Enjoy reading!

xxx Damla

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Midoriya Izuku 

Of course. I’m lost. again. It’s my third week at UA, but I still get lost in Musutafu. Having come from a much smaller village, I still need to get used to living in such a large place. This is even more frustrating because I really have been trying to memorize places in the city, especially the places that are near my house, but it’s so big here! On top of that, there are a billion streets that look the same. 

It would be a good idea to call Midoriya, but I don’t want to burden him… He has been studying a lot for our midterms and I know he gets tired after school. We also aren’t really close, so it feels a little weird to ask him for help. At the same time, he’s the only one that knows me well in our class. Knowing him, if he finds out I didn’t ask him for help, he might feel bad about it.

With a sigh I finally grab my phone. It’s a little hard, since my hands are full with both my backpack  and a bag with clothes, but I finally did it. For a moment, my fingers hover above the screen but I shake my head and call him. I didn’t need to wait long until Midoriya picked up the phone.

“Hi Y/n!” 

“Hey Midoriya..”

“Is something wrong?” he asks. I play with the bottom of my blouse and sigh. This is so embarrassing.

“You see, I got lost. Again.” I say and chuckle awkwardly. I could hear him let out a small laugh, but soon he cleared his throat.

“Can you describe what the area you’re at looks like?” 

Let’s see… There’s a park! 

“On the left side I see a park,” I begin and continue to name more of my surroundings. After a little, Midoriya speaks up. 

“I think I know where you are. I’ll be there soon!” He says before he hangs up and I sigh in relief. Knowing it’s best to stay where I’m at right now, I just look around and slowly rock back and forth on my feet. It feels a little awkward to be honest.. I just hope he gets here soon.

After waiting for what doesn’t feel like that long, I see Midoriya from a distance. He is running and seems exhausted. How is he still running? 

Once he finally gets to me, he stops to catch his breath. He rests his hands on his knees while panting heavily. 

“Are you okay?” he lifts his hand up as a sign to let me know he’s alright, but the rest of his body tells me otherwise. “Why did you run that quickly?” 

“I,” he takes a deep breath. “I was worried that something would happen since you were all alone.” my heart stopped beating for a short moment. 

“It’s not dark outside though, I’ll be fine. I’m a UA student.’’ I grin and internally pray that Midoriya can’t hear my heart pounding in my chest. It seems that I’m right, because he doesn’t comment on my flustered state at all. 

“Yeah, but I also know you sometimes have troubles with finding your way here.” He’s not completely wrong… “How about we go back to the dorms now? It’s winter, so it’ll get dark soon.” I nod. The walk is silent.

“So,” he breaks the tranquility. “Where did you go before you got lost?” Midoriya asks, his gaze ending up on the bag I was holding. I chuckle awkwardly and avoid his gaze. 

“Well… I know the UA festival is coming up soon, so I wanted to look for something nice to wear. I kind of… forgot how I got there and ended up walking around, but that confused me even more and I also didn’t know where the stores were!” Without really thinking, my mind continues speaking on its own. “and so I just tried looking around, but I had no idea and I didn’t really want to ask strangers so…. yeah…” Shoot, I’ve just been rambling on and on. I look at Midriya, who smiles softly. 

“It’s really cool that you thought of it already! B-but…” his cheeks turn red and he purses his lips for a moment. “y-you can ask me to come along next time? So you won’t get lost of course! I don’t mind joining you at all.” he laughs nervously. He’s so cute…

“I will do that next time.” I nod, to which he smiles. “Let’s go back now before it gets late.” I say before grabbing his hand. He yelps in surprise, but doesn’t try to shake off my hand. That’s good right?

 “Sorry, this is okay right?” I ask, just to be sure. He nods frantically.

“Yes yes don’t worry! Uh…, let’s go back now!’

Todoroki Shouto

A dead end… Again. An exhausted sigh escapes my mouth as I turn back around to leave the street. Why does this city have to be this big? In two years I’ll still be trying to find my way here.. 

Okay, I have two options now. The first one is that I just keep doing what I’ve been doing for an hour; trying to find my way back to the UA dorms. The second option is that I ask someone for help. But that’s so embarrassing.. Everyone else in 1-A perfectly knows their way around, meanwhile I’m still struggling to even find my way back home. I should know this stuff by now. 

Still, even though it’s embarrassing to ask for help again, I also just want to go home. Who should i call… Not Bakugou, not in the mood to be yelled at today. Midoriya went to study with Uraraka, so I can’t contact those two either. Iida would just lecture me.. Is Todoroki busy? I guess I’ll try to call him to find out.

While waiting for him to pick up, I anxiously tap my foot on the ground. I hope I’m not bothering him or anything. 

“Y/n?” 

“H-hey Todoroki!” I say a little too loudly, making me cringe at myself. “I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you, but you see… I got lost in Musutafu again..” I can hear the softest chuckle, which yes sounds like heaven, but Todoroki immediately clears his throat.

“Do you know where you are? I can come and get you.” 

“Not really…” I reply, a bit embarrassed. 

“How about you share your location on your phone?” he asks. Right, that’s a good idea! 

“I’ll do that, but are you sure you aren’t busy?” 

“I finished the homework and don’t have anything else to do.’’ 

“Alright… Thanks for the help!” I send him my location and he replies, telling me it will take about 10 minutes for him to get here. That’s fine, I can wait.

After a few minutes my stomach starts to grumble. My hands cover my stomach instinctively. I check the time, and see that it is almost dinner time. Jeez, was I really out for that long? I mean it’s already dark so I should have known, but still. 

My face lights up when I see Todoroki walking up to me. I make my way towards him and smile.

“Hi!” I greet him happily. “Thanks for the help.” He shrugs.

“The dorms aren’t too far from here. Oh,” he looks down and I notice a bag, which he gives me. 

“Bakugou was on cooking duty today and it seemed like everyone was really hungry, so I took a piece for you.” While it seems like a small gesture, I notice that my heartbeat speeds up for a moment when our hands touch for just a moment. 

“Thank you.” is all I manage to say, and I swear he smiles for a moment. 

“Let’s go. Iida wasn’t too happy when he saw you still weren’t back” I chuckle. Of course.

“Let’s go back then.” I open the bag. Ah, Bakugou’s cooking smells so good!! “Oh, do you want some too?” he shakes his head. 

“I already ate.” he responds. “but I appreciate the offer. Let’s go.” The walk is quiet, but enjoyable nonetheless. Silence with Todoroki is never really awkward, but comforting. While I quietly munch at the lovely food, I look around, so I won’t get lost again next time (hopefully.) Knowing me, I’ll probably get lost again though. 

“You sure you don’t want a bite?” I ask. He shakes his head again, but then his gaze lowers. Without telling me, he leans forward to touch my cheek. I let out a surprised yelp, not sure what to do. 

“Todoroki?” he doesn’t reply, but brushes his hand over my cheek and then leans back.

“There was something on your face.” he deadpansbefore turning back around and continuing to walk. He’s just going to leave like that?

“W-wait!”

[himik0toga]

Todoroki x Reader

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Okay, okay, just hear me out. What if, in the fantasy AU- we switch shit up? Like instead of Dabi "dying" or, being cast out or cursed, Todoroki is the one to... disappear, or be cast out instead? This story was originally for my friend, but then I thought, "why not post it on tumblr?" So here we are! I'm not sure what the title should be yet, If anyone has any suggestions feel free to tell me :D But until then it's just going to be that title. This is a X reader story, with Shoto Todoroki and a mix of Dabi in there too- mainly todoroki though.

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The starry night sky glimmers like fairy dust. Harsh winds blow past the walls outside, angel tears pounding down onto the windows. The clap of thunder and a flash of lightning shocks the youngest occupant of the castle with a startle. His shaking, shivering form huddled in the corner as he slaps his hand over his mouth to muffle his small cry for help. Not like anyone would be able to hear him, it’s well past the dead of night.

“Shoto.. I know you’re here somewhere…”

the deep, scratchy chuckle echoes throughout the empty corridors. Frantically looking around, breath hitching with the streams falling down the small boy’s face. His unoccupied hand grips his shirt over his chest, willing desperately for his heart to calm down. Heavy footsteps get closer, the thumping in his ears get louder with the rain pouring harder outside.

Wide eyes look over to the sight next to him, letting out a louder cry. Everything, from the walls, floors, curtains, and flowers. The very world he grew up in slowly starts to decay right in front of him. Gasping when two hands wrap around his throat, squeezing threateningly. Quickly looking up he notices the white hair and bright eyes.

“Found you~...”

Before it goes dark. Hiccuping as he hits a floor harshly, water splashing around him. Shaky eyes look around the new room, mind racing over taking any form of coherent thoughts to form. It’s pitch black, nothing in sight. The water below him feels warm, warily bringing his hand up to his nose. His shaky hands cup his face, screaming out bloody murder in fear.

A smell of a sickening familiar smell fills his senses. From many days and nights since his young age of training, he knows this scent just like his older sister’s touch and soft words. Blood, everywhere. Iron permeated his mind with horrors from his father’s abuse. Standing up on quivering legs like a newborn fawn, his cries echo in this endless room. Bringing both hands to his chest in search of a form of comfort.

His bottom lip trembles when a scarred hand reaches out to grab his neck as before, electric blue eyes coming in view. The manic grin of the male stretches, causing blood to seep through the ruined and healthy skin. 

“Why’re you running from me shoto! Am I that scary to you? Maybe I need to teach you how to respect your elders!” 

The echoes of the male’s laughter surrounds him, not allowing any escape. With a wink the virile man slowly retreats, his gravelly chuckle everywhere. 

“Please! Why are you doing this to me?”

He yells, his feet moving before he could stop himself to run away. A sudden intense heat pulls another yell from him, moving away from the bright red flames. Tripping over what seems to be a root, tumbling down like jack and jill.

The light burns his eyes while laying on his back, whimpering at the stinging and pain from branches and thorny bushes. Helpless, he lays there while watching the blinding sun above of him shine into his eyes. The only bit of comfort being flush green leaves, the soft grass under him, and the birds singing into the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

Silence. Then ringing. the only sound his ears could pick up, loud enough to drown out everything other than that voice. He freezes for a second, breath stopping at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Yet his body relaxes at the tone of it, so soft and sweet. Surely this… voice, is from an angel sent to him from the heavens to save him from this hell.

Shade covers his vision, looking weakly up at the goddess above him. He can't see her face, though, the sun behind her shading her face. Her hair and surely soft skin glowing, yet unable to see the features of her face.

“Do you need help?”

The worry in her voice is evident with the way she bends down, holding her hand out for him to take. Cautiously he grabs her hand, shivering at the sudden warmth after being left out on his meadow’s floor for seemingly hours. Unable to look her in the eyes, too scared what she’d say about his bandages and mixed eyes, his focus stays on his lap.

“Here, take this”

He can almost hear the sweet smile in her voice, unable to see it. She gently places a small basket on his lap, the weaving of it simple yet enough for it to work. He first picks up the bread, freshly baked and chows down on it, the growling on his stomach loud enough for the little girl to laugh a little.

“You must be really hungry…”

She crouches down, pulling the satchel off her shoulders and grabbing some wraps and medicine.

“This should help with those cuts.”

Stating matter of factly, she gently grabs his arm which was injured during the fall, and places some of the gooey medicine on. The young boy flinches at the sudden touch of cold, yet calms down quickly after. It feels nice against his skin, he decides, and lets her continue. She soon deems it on enough, grabbing the wraps and wrapping them around his arm to make sure the medicine doesn’t wipe off.

“There you go!”

Her sweet voice fills his ears, making a small, soft smile to show on his face. He realizes it’s the first smile he’s had in months, and it warms his heart.

“My name is…”

The sound of her name in his ears creates a ringing sound, he asks her again what it was, or tries to as his voice seems to not be working. He tries again, touching his throat but nothing comes out. His eyes close shit as panic starts to set in, the ringing getting louder and he has to cover his ears to block it out.

Snapping his eyes open he frantically looks around, to notice it’s black out. The sun has settled past the trees, sleeping for the night. The moon has risen high in the sky, casting a blue and beautiful tone to everything. The stars are out again, twinkling in the sky. A fog has spread through the place, causing a chill to run down his spine.

Shivering he stands up, calling out to the seemingly empty place. Silence. The trees look young and beautiful, almost mysterious yet frightening with how the dark envelopes the ones further away. Glancing down he’s taller, has gained more muscle, and wears leather clothing. A teenager. He distantly wonders where he is, bringing his hand up to mess with his lock of hair, smooth and soft to the touch.

Just as he’s about to take a step further, he hears footsteps not from him. His eyes snap towards the direction of the footsteps, bracing himself in case he needs to fight. Yet instead of an enemy or animal, a younger boy around his age walks forward with firewood. He looks up, and smiles brightly at the bi-color haired male. His green hair bouncing as he rushes over.

“Sorry I took so long, todoroki-kun! It took a little longer to find firewood than expected” 

he chuckles nervously, finding a firepit and throwing the wood in it. A brown haired girl follows after, their water pouches once again full of water. Once the wood is lit, it gives the boy, Todoroki, a chance to look around better. The memories of what happened before he got here comes rushing back, now able to think after his nightmarish dream.

“Todoroki-kun! Hurry up!” A cheerful voice ahead of him calls, causing him to glance up at the two in front of him. Izuku Midoriya, is a bit shorter than him yet all the more cheerful. He always has a bright smile on his face, eyes big and filled with wonder at every new plant and animal the three of them come across.

The second friend of his, Uraraka Ochaco, is always just as bright. How brown hair bounces with each step she takes, looking forward to the next part of their adventure. Her eyes are always on Midoriya-kun though, Todoroki has realized. He hasn’t brought it up to her yet but he wonders why she’s always glancing at him.

“Sorry, Uraraka” he says in a monotone voice, walking a bit faster to catch up to his two only friends.

“Don’t be sorry, Todoroki-kun! I just want to make it to the next village soon!” she giggles, looking ahead again once Todoroki is walking besides them.

The three make an excellent team, Midoriya always ready to fight others if they do his friends wrong. Uraraka has her own fighting spirit, knowing some sort of fighting technique from many years of being poor and having to fend off the disgusting people in the world. Then of course the tallest of the three, knowing how to use a sword and ride a horse from his days at the castle.

The three traveled days on end, this time ending in a peaceful place, surrounded with trees before setting up camp. Uraraka set up their places to sleep, Todoroki looking to find some food while Midoriya went to gather camp wood.

After finishing up they enjoy their time telling stories, sometimes scary sometimes of legends. Of course Midoriya spoke about legends the most, always fascinated with both the dark and light of the stories. After having their stomachs full and get tired, they settle down for the night. Todorki is the first to fall asleep, unaware of the other two giggling and going off into the night to have more time together.

Todoroki blinks and nods after noticing Uraraka waving her hand in front of his face, sitting down on the rock he sat on earlier during their story times. Leaning towards the fire he warms up quickly, looking around again. Midoriya and Uraraka are chatting quietly, trying not to disturb Todoroki’s peace too much.

The fire’s light doing little to hide the red on both of their faces, apparently one of them said something embarrassing, both of them being affected by it. He looks to the ground, kicking up some dirt while standing.

“I’m going to head back to sleep”

He says quietly, the two of them looking over and nodding at him before continuing on with their conversation, this time more calmly. Laying down on the make-shit bed of leaves and blankets, he stares up at the sky again.

This time the fire’s smoke and embers swirling into the sky above him. It almost reminds him of the older days where he would sneak out with all three of his siblings, before something happened with the oldest making him turn cold towards everyone. They would dance and laugh around a fire, pretending to be part of that one legend of the fire demon, once creating the magical flame, giving warmth to the humans and the ability to cook meat.

Their father would always get mad at them the next morning after finding out from the tracks of dirt they let in, though the eldest would always protect the other three. Closing his eyes to try and rid of that memory, he falls into yet another slumber, this time staying asleep until the morning and bright blue sky shows again.

[pink-imagines]

just kiss me

request: glad requests are open! wanna drop mine in, hope you don't mind :3 prohero!bakugo has a crush on a prohero!deku's sidekick, or rather she's like nighteye, who lays the ground work for deku. he's always been jealous of izuku and would try to talk to her every now and then, especially during a team up operation. one night, they had a party, so they partied, bakugo gon mad and admitted that he wants to date the sidekick. everything onwards is up to you! thank you!

a/n: Y/H/N = your hero name, also i changed it a little bit.

warnings: drinking (everyone’s of legal drinking age tho)

masterlist

“All clear, take a left turn Deku.”, you speak into the headset as you keep tapping away at your keyboard.

“Got it, thanks Y/H/N.”, you heard Deku answer and followed the red dot, representing him, on your computer. Usually you would follow along on his missions, but today was a one man job and you were stuck on look-out.

“Anyways, I heard there’s a party tonight. Something about a new club somewhere.”, you started making small talk like you usually did when the mission wasn’t too serious.

“Wow, Y/H/N, I can’t believe you’re finally asking me out.”, he chuckled. Since you two started working together it had been a joke between the two of you, because literally everyone thought you were dating.

“Hah hah, very funny.”, you shook your head, “They want us to go for their reputations sake, we’ll get free drinks too. Besides, I don’t want to go alone.”

“I don’t have anything to do for tonight so sure I’ll go with you, as long as you promise me a dance.”, he said jokingly, “Where do I go now?”

“There’s a dead end if you go straight, but left and right are a no-go. Think you can bust through that wall?”, you asked, “There’s an open exit on the other side of it.”

“Got it. See you on the other side, then.”

Your velvet red dress was hugging your curves closely, leaving little to the imagination. For tonight, this couldn’t be better. 

“God, these heels are killing me.”, you whisper to Izuku as you walk, arms linked together, into the new club.

“You’ve only walked from the car and your feet already hurt?”, he chuckled.

“I haven’t worn heels in a while, okay? Now let’s hurry, these camera flashes are making me dizzy.”, you sighed and smiled brightly for the paparazzi.

You looked around the club, it was actually kind of pleasant looking. Though you never really went to any clubs, but who could say no to free drinks?

At the end of the bar you saw the other people invited along with you; Kirishima, Ochako, Ashido, Denki, Sero, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Bakugo. Katsuki Bakugo was an interesting character, especially when he was around you. Everyone told you that the hero was a total hot head and to be careful around him. Still, Bakugo never actually acted like that with you. You had seen him like that but it was as if he was holding back around you.

“Hey guys!”, you grinned as you walked up to the group next to Izuku.

“Oh my!”, Yaoyorozu exclaimed, “Y/N! Those heels are wonderful!”

“They better be, my feet aree killing me!”, you laughed and sat down by the bar next to her.

“I can make you a new pair if you want to change.”, she took a sip of her drink.

“It’s fine, how are you guys doing?”

After a bit of talking and a few drinks in, you and the girls decided to go to the dance floor. While you were out there you felt someone’s eyeing you up and down and before you knew it Ashido had nudged you in your side with her elbow.

“Bakugo’s totally checking you out.”, she whispered in your ear. Your body went on auto pilot and looked over to the guys who were still at the bar. Bakugo quickly looked away from you while the others around him laughed at him.

“Well, he’s not gonna do anything... like usual.”, Ochako sighed.

“We can make him do something about it.”, Yaoyorozu chuckled devilishly.

Honestly, you had no idea what they were planning and the fact that they were talking as if Bakugo had liked you for forever was even more confusing.

“Guys, he was just looking at me. It doesn’t mean anything.”, you chuckled nervously.

“Okay, then we’ll try this out and see what happens!”, Ochako grinned.

“Yeah! What’s your plan, Momo?”, Ashido asked.

So now there you were, walking back up to the bar where the others were sitting and your eyes were set on Izuku.

“Hey, come on! I promised you a dance, remember!”, you acted a bit more drunk than you actually were. You could already feel Bakugo’s eyes burning your skin with rage.

“Wait, no, I was just joking!”, Izuku laughed nervously, looking between you and Bakugo’s enraged red eyes.

“Have a little fun already!”, you giggled and dragged him out on the dancefloor. You could hear the rest of the guys joking around with Bakugo as you left.

“Y/N, I can’t fucking dance.”, Izuku laughed.

“Then let me teach you!”, you smiled. For a moment you forgot about the stupid “plan” and just had fun with your friend, even though it looked like you were more than “just friends”.

After a while of dancing around Todoroki walked up to you.

“We’re gonna go to our usual place if you guys wanna tag along.”, he said, pointing at the door with his thumb.

“Sounds great!”, Izuku smiled and helped you off the dance floor.

The usual place was an old jazz bar who always had live music, different bands almost every night. It was your favorite place to hang out when everyone had the time to do so. Everyone wasn’t there tonight, but at least there were a few.

“I’m going to the bathroom!”, Ashido said and walked off.

“We’ll tag along.”, Yaoyorozu said and grabbed Ochako’s arm, “Find a table for us, will you?”

“Of course, we’re on it.”, Todoroki said and walked away and Izuku followed close behind.

“I’ll check the band list!”, Kirishima grinned and hurried away.

“We’ll go get drinks!”, Sero said.

“I’m guessing the usual for everyone!”, Denki added.

Left standing there were you and Bakugo. You could go with Kirishima, you always liked to look at what bands were playing before you sat down. Your focus shifted when you noticed shuffling beside you. Bakugo was unbuttoning three buttons on his black button-up shirt.

“What are you looking at? It’s hot in here.”, Bakugo scoffed and looked away from you.

“I’m sure it is.”, you played at his nerves.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, he growled and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It wasn’t a bad kind of shiver, it was more of a nice surprise.

“I’m just saying that there are a lot of girls at this bar...”, you looked around, “...and I haven’t heard anything about you having a girlfriend so...”

“I’ll have you know that I actually like someone.”, he chuckled and just for a moment you could see genuine happiness in his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Do tell, please.”, you raised an eyebrow.

“Hey! We found a table!”, Izuku interupted the two of you.

It was the best spot in the bar. A table in the corner with a bunch of armchair’s and a couch. You sat down by the armrest on the couch and unexpectantly, Bakugo sat down next you. Everyone else gave the two of you meaning glances but you didn’t really notice.

The night went on as usual, a few drinks and lots of laughter shared... but when Bakugo’s thigh softly rested itself against yours you didn’t move your leg away.

“Let’s play a game of truth or dare!”, Ashido exclaimed suddenly.

“We’re not children, Ashido.”, Todoroki scoffed and drank yet another glass of scotch.

“It’d be fun though!”, Ochako chimed in.

“I’m in.”, you grinned. Soon enough everyone gave in and Ashido started by asking Izuku. It went around the table, back and forth, and eventually it landed on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”, Denki asked.

“Um... truth?”, you said nervously.

“Wuss.”, Bakugo grumbled beside you.

“Okay fine then, dare devil. I’ll take a dare instead.”, you chuckled. Ashido whispered something in Denki’s ear, making his lips contort into a wicked grin, and suddenly you regretted your decision to switch to a dare.

“I dare you to kiss Bakugo.”, he chuckled along with the rest of the table.

“Wow, are you five or something? That’s not that hard.”, you sighed and tried to hide the fact that you would be very nervous about doing that.

“Fine then, make out.” You regretted your desicion once again.

“Right here?”, you looked around to the rest of the table.

“Oi, you’re making her uncomfortable.”, Bakugo broke your embarrassed haze, “Besides, I never agreed to do it so it’s not happening. She picked truth first anyways, isn’t there a rule where you can’t change it?”

“Okay fine.”, Denki sighed, “Then you gotta answer this; do you like someone and if so are they in the room?”

“Yes and yes. So, is it my turn?”, you asked. You thought that Bakugo’s words had hurt you but just as you said that he looked away from you and the place where his leg had touched yours went cold.

After the whole ordeal was over, you decided to go home early. Your excuses varied from that you were tired to that you had work tomorrow and eventually you managed to get out of their tight grip.

Once outside you kind of regretted it, it was cold as fuck and of course you forgot to bring a jacket. That was until soft, warm fabric embraced your shoulders with a scent that was so very familiar. You looked up to see Bakugo.

“Hi.”, you said quietly.

“I’m walking you home, let’s go.”, he muttered and grabbed your wrist to drag you forwards. Your carefully turned your hand so that you were palm to palm with his bigger hand. As you laced your fingers with his he stiffened but then relaxed and closed his hand around yours.

“Thank you.”, you smiled slightly and wrapped his coat tighter around your frame. He simply grunted in response and kept on walking.

Throughout your walk together you kept catching him looking over at you before quickly averting his glance.

“Aren’t you cold-” “Does your feet hurt-”

You both stopped and then broke out into laughter. Why the fact that you said something at the same time was so funny, you didn’t know but appearently it just was. Besides, you weren’t complaining... seeing him laugh like that sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Sorry, what were you going to say?”, he chuckled out.

“Aren’t you cold?”, you repeated yourself with a smile.

“I’m fine, does your feet hurt though?”, he looked down at your very uncomfortable shoes.

“Well, yeah, but there’s not much to do about it.”, you sighed, “We’re almost there anyways.”

“You’re walking like a goose, you could at least take them off.”, he quirked an eyebrow.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed, “If I take them off I’ll freeze to death.”

“Then I’ll carry you. If you know do have work tomorrow you gotta walk, right?”, he crouched down to let you get on his back.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you any more problems.”, you hesitated.

“What?”

“Well, the others already forced you to walk me home...”, you muttered.

“What are you talking about?”, he stood back up.

“I’m just saying, you didn’t do this on your own-”

“Why would I do anything they say? I did this on my own. Now, do you want to get a ride or do you want to look like a goose on the rest of the way home?”

You ended up taking the offer for the ride. He was very warm, even if he had been walking around without a coat and you thought that had got to do with his quirk. Softly, you placed your head against his back and tried to ignore the fact that your tight dress was riding up your thigh.

“This is your place, right?”, he asked out of the blue.

“Yeah, thanks.”, you smiled and tried to get off. Emphasis on tried, since you almost fell hadn’t it been for Bakugo catching you.

“You gotta be more careful, idiot.”, he sighed, but there was a slight smile that played at his lips.

“Sorry.”, you giggled and got steady on your feet, “And sorry for bothering you with walking me home.”

“I told you, I wanted to.”, he leaned forward slightly.

“... could I ask you something, if you don’t mind?”, you whispered.

“Go for it.”, he muttered, mere inches from your face.

“Could you kiss me?”

“I never thought you’d ask.” Bakugo closed the gap and kissed your lips softly... but sadly only quickly, leaving you a bit shocked.

“I’ll kiss you for real when you’re sober.”, he said softly, “That is, if you want to.” He then started to walk away and you stood there in shock for a while.

“Hey wait! Why didn’t you want to kiss me before!?”, you exclaimed, making Bakugo turn around.

“I don’t kiss with an audience.”, he grinned, “Besides, you were clearly uncomfortable.” Without saying another word, or waiting for you to answer, he walked away.

[zevlors-tail]

Stained Glass

Pairing: Villain Deku/Izuku X Hero!Reader

Description: Deku wants the reader to join the LOV, however, he has to convince them to do so first. But honestly, it might not be that hard after the Hell they’ve been through, lately. A year can change a lot in a person.

Warnings: Kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, emotionally vulnerable reader, emotional abuse, mentions of stalking, pretty sure this is basically yandere but without the violence? and of course, Villain!Deku, but softish. No physical violence or abuse, just a hell of a lot of brainwashing and manipulation, tiny mention of blood at the end.

A/N: I’m a sucker for Villain Izuku, and I wanted to try a few different emotional tropes out. This is half a vent fic via reader, and I needed a place to put all of my feelings. Sorry not sorry lol. I really feel like this is utter garbage. I got really tired towards the end and I might go back and edit and extend the ending later. I don’t really know if I like it, but I wrote it and it’s here, so if one single person enjoys it other than me then I guess I did my job! :)

“They broke you, didn’t they? They shattered you into tiny bits and pieces like glass, and then they had the audacity to ask why you don’t smile anymore. But, don’t worry,” Izuku cooed, “don’t you worry one bit, doll! I’ll put you back together piece by broken piece, until all the shards make a beautiful picture- just like stained glass! You’ll be my masterpiece.”

His words rang in your brain, echoing off the walls and reverberating through your ears as the weight of the situation at hand started to slowly sink in. Here you were, hands tied behind your back and legs tied to the chair underneath you, unable to move and speak despite the fact that there was no gag in your mouth. Maybe it was the shock that kept you from speaking, or maybe, after all this time, you just felt utterly exhausted and ready to give up. You had been here for god only knows how long (you weren’t sure how much time had passed; it could have been two days or two months for all you knew), and you had no idea where you were or how you’d gotten here. The last thing you could remember was patrolling around your city when a lesser known villain had attacked, and you had put up a valiant fight against them until they hit you with a blast of their quirk and knocked you out. You guessed that it might have been the work of Deku that got you here, but you weren’t entirely sure what all had happened after you blacked out.

“That’s all you want, right? For someone to notice you, to pay attention to you when you’re hurting, to hold you and put you back together when you come undone. I can be that person, doll! I can be the one to save you when you’re drowning in yourself!” He grinned a cheshire cat grin, his emerald eyes sparkling hopefully at you. “I promise you, I’d never let anything or anyone hurt you, ever. The others- they never cared, did they? They let you parade around with that terrible fake smile while you were dying on the inside. Kachann and Uraraka, they let you suffer. Todoroki, too. I watched you all; I watched as you desperately tried to reach out to them, and I watched as they blatantly ignored you. I saw the devastated look on your face when you realized no one truly cared about you. But you were wrong, because- well, I care about you! I’ve always cared about you, Y/N! Even while I was away this past year, you’re all I ever thought about. I couldn’t stop thinking about you...about you with me, and about us, together.”

You didn’t want to believe any of it. Sure, you’d been feeling really lonely lately, and yes, you had tried to reach out to the others, but...they were just busy, right? There’s no way they had intentionally ignored you. Right...? “You’re wrong,” you replied, though it was weak and did little to phase the man in front of you. Izuku still held that delusional glint in his eye, and you felt yourself slowly starting to cave, doubts swimming around in your head while an empty feeling gnawed on your heart and settled in your bones. “They’re my friends. They’ll come looking for me, and they’ll find me. ” Even as you spoke, you realized that it was a lie you were telling yourself to feel better. “They care about me.” You weren’t sure that they knew you were missing at all.

“Do they, though?” He cocked his head in question, an apprehensive look washing over his features as he placed a gloved hand under your chin.

“Of course they do!” You couldn’t deny the anxiety bubbling up in your chest. Suddenly it was hard to think straight, and you scrambled to back up your claim. “They-they’ve been there for me a lot-”

“Like when?” he immediately countered, his grip tightening on your jaw.

You had a hard time answering for a while, but there was still a sliver of hope in you as you hastily came up with something. With all the defiance you had left in you, you mustered up the courage to look him straight in the eye before replying, “They were all there when you disappeared and left me, Izuku.” 

Dead air hung between the two of you for a moment before his hand slowly slid off your face, his thumb lingering on your jaw momentarily. For a second he glared at you cooly, but as soon as you blinked that delusional smile was back, and along with it, a maniacal laugh that tapered off into sounds of frustration. “How many times do we have to go over this, doll? I told you, everything I did, I did for you! Why can’t you understand that!? I joined the League of Villains so that I could become stronger for you, so that I could properly protect you from things even heroes can’t beat. Every little thing I’ve done has always been for you, Y/N! Kachann, Uraraka, and Todoroki...they’re only trying to stand between us. They never accepted us for who we truly are; me, a villain, and you...Y/N, you’re so special. I love you, all of you. Can you say the same for them? Did they really love every broken piece of you? They were only happy when you smiled. They didn’t really want to listen to your pain, did they? They made you feel like a burden, like you were too much for them. So you kept it inside, didn’t you? You carried all that weight around on your shoulders alone. All that disappointment, all that failure, all that hopelessness...”

And he was right. 

Lately, you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. Not good enough. Failure. Burden. These were things you told yourself on a daily basis. Your ‘friends’ knew you had been a little down and out recently, but it seemed that no one really knew the extent to which the events of this past year had affected you. With each and every passing day, it was getting harder to fake the smiles. As a hero, it was your job to bring hope to people and save them while making sure they still had their faith in the world, but you could barely believe in anything yourself, and you felt like a fraud. How could you have any faith left when the people you loved and trusted the most kept abandoning you? After your boyfriend, Izuku, had gone missing, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You would give your best fake reassuring smile to people all day, and then at home you would fall apart. Wether it was in the bath, the bed, or on the kitchen floor (you had no dining table since you could barely afford essentials at the moment), you would find yourself having break downs and unable to cope with life. You often tried to reach out to your friends, and yet, whenever you dropped hints that something was wrong, whenever you openly tried to talk, it seemed they were too busy and lacked the time, or simply didn’t want to acknowledge you and your problems. You told yourself that this was because they too were coping from the disappearance of their best friend, and that maybe this was their way of dealing with it. But then you started noticing things, like how they would text each other without you while you were all in the same room, and how you suddenly were left out of most events they planned, or how any plans they did make with you were always canceled or had to be rescheduled to another time. Once, Uraraka even left you on read the whole day after failing to meet up for a simple mall trip. You were growing tired of it. 

On top of all of that, your home life was not good either. You constantly felt drained from all the negativity you were drowning in, and it took extra energy just to keep in touch with people outside of your small friend group, if you could even call them that anymore. You barely had the energy to do anything other than sleep and watch TV. You hadn’t heard from your parents in ages either, but that was hardly surprising considering that they had kicked you out of their house last year for “being a lazy bum”. The truth of the matter was that hero work as a sidekick did not pay well, especially if you worked for an unpopular agency such as the one you were currently at, and so your parents had decided to force you out of the house so that you could find a “real job”. Now you were working small part time jobs in your spare time just to make rent. And as if you needed the cherry on top, both of your bosses had been smothering you with extra work and responsibilities for the past few moths. Never in your entire life had you felt so overworked, exhausted, and alone.

When Izuku got no response from you, he frowned deeply and leaned back on the balls of his feet, his arms crossed over his chest and his hip cocked out to the side. His sickly praises clearly weren’t working; you must have still had strings attached from your previous way of life before him, before here and now. Well then, he would just have to cut you down and free you from all those entanglements. Soon you’d join him. He’d make you see. But first...first he had to break what was left of you.

“My poor, poor Y/N. I can only imagine what life must be like for you. You must feel so tired after working those long hours at your second job. And you want so desperately to be a rising hero, yet your boss never seems to notice your effort, does he? But he notices every time you make a mistake, counts them all at the end of the day and degrades you for it. You’ll never be enough for him. You’ll never live up to his expectations, and you’ll never be a pro hero. So why are you still pining for validation? Why are you still trying? You’ll never get it from him.”

You looked up at your captor with wide e/c eyes, tears welling up against your will. Never in your life had you thought the person you trusted the most would say those words to you. You felt a crack form in the depths of your soul as you stared at him forlornly, any trace of hope left in you evaporating by the minute. Seeing the devastated look on your face, Izuku just smirked and continued on, tearing your heart out with every syllable that left his lips.

“Look at you. Those bags under your eyes are hideous, doll. They’ve really been overworking you, haven’t they? When was the last time they gave you a break from anything? The last time you had a day off? I bet all you want right now is to curl up into a nice warm bed and sleep for days, maybe even a whole week. Do you even remember what that’s like? After all, you only have that meager sleeping bag at home. It must be so uncomfortable and stuffy.” He moved to stand behind you, his hands grasping firmly on to your shoulders as he kneaded into them. You let out an involuntary shudder at the pleasant sensation; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been touched before now. “There’s so much tension in your shoulders. How do you even work like this?” Just as you were getting used the feeling of his fingers massaging your neck, he tore away and circled back in front of you. “Aren’t you tired of eating noodles from a cup all day? It’s disgusting, really, and unhealthy for you. You’re barely scraping by on rent, and you must feel so lonely in that tiny apartment of yours with no furniture. How much longer are you going to be able to live like that?” He sighed in mock lament as he carried on. “You’re pathetic, weak, a waste of space to everyone. They don’t want you around.”

A hiccup escaped from you at the insults. “I- Please, sto-” you cried, but he cut you off mid plea.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Y/N. It’s not your fault that you’re weak, not at all! You never asked for them to hurt you. All of this is just so unfair, isn’t it? You’ve only ever wanted the best for your friends and family, and you were always there for them. Every time your mother called to rant about her new boyfriend of the week, you were there. Every time your father went off the deep end, you were there. Every time one of your friends was in peril, who jumped in to save them from the haphazard situations they put themselves in? You, doll! It was always you! And this-” he flung his arms into the air to emphasize his point, “this is how they repay you!? By leaving you alone in the hands of a villain? By abandoning you in your time of need? They never cared about you. They only cared about appearances, about their hero ratings and their popularity, about how many fans they could take from you so their own numbers would go up. Uraraka said it herself during our years at UA; she’s only in it for the money! They’re greedy, every last one of them! They left you alone, broke you down, abandoned you when all you needed was someone to be there. How lonely it must have been for you to sit there and sob in an empty apartment, to know no one was listening as you begged for things to end as they were. But I was there, doll; I was listening! I’ve been listening this whole time! From the very beginning, I’ve only ever wanted what’s best for you. I never really left you; I’ve always been there, watching over you from the shadows, making sure nothing terrible happened to you. So many times I wanted to whisk you away and wrap my arms around you, doll, but there was never a right time. That’s why I had to wait; it’s why it took me a whole year to finally save you from them. But I’m here now, and I promise, Y/N, I’ll never let you out of my sight again.”

You were full on sobbing now. He had broken you completely, shredded the last of your hope and faith in your friends and family.

“Oh doll, don’t cry! Don’t cry, my love! I’m here!” You watched through tear clouded eyes as he stooped to your level on one knee and gazed lovingly at you, his hand resting under your chin once again. “I know they always made you feel like you were too much for them, but the fact of the matter is that they were never enough for you. They never deserved a fraction of your time, doll. They never loved you. I’m the only one who could ever truly love you. So join my League of Villains, and rule beside me.” 

He spoke with such conviction, as if he knew with absolute certainty that he had you hook, line, and sinker. He watched the gears turn in your head, saw the desperate look in your eyes, and decided to give one final push to ensure you would come to your senses about this.

“Say you’ll join me and be mine, and I’ll make all your problems disappear.” He leaned his face in close to you, his lips barely brushing yours before they lightly dragged across your jaw to your ear. The sensation left little sparks of electricity crackling on your skin as he whispered his promises to you. “You’re barely scraping by now, but I could give you so much more. I could give you a place to stay, a roof over your head with no strings attached. I would gladly share my living space with you for free, Y/N. I’ll even pay you if you that’s what you want, and you won’t have to lift a single finger. How does that sound? You wouldn’t have to worry about rent anymore, which means no more sleepless nights on thirds at the local grocery just to make extra money, either.”

You sniffed and blinked back more tears as you considered the idea of not having to drag yourself out of bed every damn morning and evening just to survive the week, of not having to constantly worry about what your boss was going to say or do to you about the declining quality of your work (of course it was only getting worse because of how utterly exhausted you felt all the time).

“Oh doll, you look so tired and worn out... I could fix that too, if you’d let me. I’ll share my bed with you if you’re ever feeling weary. It’s comfortable and spacious enough for us both, and I promise not to disturb you while you rest. It’ll be better than that thin sleeping bag you’ve been using; trust me, your shoulders will thank you, my dear.” One of his hands ghosted down the back of your neck as if to remind you of his touch earlier.

“...Really?” you quietly asked, and he immediately pulled away from your ear to grin at your response.

“Of course, doll! And, if you’re ever feeling lonely-” He gently embraced you in his warmth, his face nestling in your hair and arms wrapped securely around your smaller frame. “I’ll wrap my arms around you, and I’ll hold you, and I’ll listen to you if that’s what you want. You don’t have to be alone anymore, Y/N. It’s okay now, because I’m here.”

You felt more tears spring to your eyes as a new feeling blossomed in your chest. You weren’t entirely sure what it was, but you didn’t really care, either. All you knew was that you no longer had to suffer through the mess of your life. Even if he was a villain, and even if you were broken, the two of you shared twisted love together, and that was enough for you. You were just happy to have him back, to feel some reprieve from the hell that was your life this past year.

“Please don’t leave me!” you begged, your voice hoarse and eyes red from crying so much. “Please stay...”

“Shhh, it’s alright, doll. I promise I will never leave your side, ever. I’ll always love you. Just say you’re mine. Tell me you’ll join me and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll take you out on dates, I’ll love you more than anyone ever could, I’ll feed you and hold you and take care of you! You’ll see! Just say you’re mine!”

“I’m yours! I’ll join you, please just don’t leave me-!” You wanted so desperately to reach your arms up around him and cling to him for dear life. You were so terrified the only person left in your life would leave, and you didn’t think you could handle it if he did. Izuku, sensing your distress, gave a guttural laugh and pulled away from you, leaving you a whimpering, shaking mess still tied to the chair.

“I knew you would say yes! Oh, doll, I promise to take such good, good care of you! I swear it on my life!” He suddenly produced a knife from somewhere in his coat, the metal already stained with blood and rusting around the edges. You felt a surge of fear rush through you as he slunk behind you with the knife raised, but to your relief, you felt him cut through the binds around your sore wrists. “Easy, doll. I’m just giving you your freedom back.” 

As soon as your hands and legs were free, you nearly fell over trying to bolt up from the chair to get to Izuku. You were about to throw yourself on him when he surprised you by picking you up bridal style, and suddenly you were being carried away from it all, away from your troubles, away from all the terrible memories of abandonment and loneliness.

“Izuku? Where are we going?”

“Home, my love. We’re going home.”

[liliesoftherain]

My Hero Academia 3 Main Boys x Reader

Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugou x Reader fic! You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. Trying to live up to your fathers expectation without his help may be difficult but you're ready to prove to him and everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You really couldn't believe the news that was being told to you when you received your digital acceptance letter. You knew you always wanted to go to U.A. considering you wanted to follow in your fathers footsteps, yet you were still so shocked that you completed the entrance exams in second place with 75 points. While you felt you didn't even do too much, your rescue points really did give you a boost seeing as you only had 40 of the villain points in your favor.

You felt happy that you got in on your own accord and not based on your father's recommendation. While you loved him dearly, you wanted to prove that you were going to be a great of a hero, just like he is. So for the rest of the evening you and your father were celebrating your successes, enjoying yourselves before you went to bed, your father telling you in a stern but gentle voice that you needed rest if you were going to do the best you could in your studies. You agreed wholeheartedly, giving your father a goodnight and making your way to you room. You felt no nerves like you assumed you'd be feeling. You felt ready and more determined than ever

When the first day finally rolled around, you knew your hero career finally going to be turning into a reality. You learned you were going to be in class 1-A, and you had 20 other students your class. 21 may have been an odd number but it was still pretty small. 41 students in total had gotten into the hero course at U.A, and you were still overjoyed you made it in with you own hard work.

You walked into the classroom and noticed not many of the other students were here, and many heads turned to look at you. You didn't let it get to you and found an empty seat towards the back of the class room and settling in. Your focus was immediately turned to two other students who began to bicker loudly, and it seemed it was to everyone's amusement.

"Take your feet of off that desk now!" A large boy with a thick set of glasses spoke out.

"HUH?" The other student grinned cheekily back, slanted eyes held some annoyance but he was still brimming with a cocky attitude.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin."

"Wouldn't calling a fellow classmate names also be disrespectful? This is the hero course after all and name calling isn't very heroic." You spoke out before you could stop yourself, and you felt the two boys look over to you.

The taller one flushed heavily, a frown now set even firmer across his face as he held his hand to his chest.

"I-I suppose so yes. You're right" He looked back towards the other boy.

" I deeply apologize, here let me start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Soumei Private Academy."

"You're kidding me right? You born with a stick up your ass or did Soumei put it up there, since coming from there you obviously think you're better than me." His grin widened even more as he leaned closer, his feet still perched on top of his desk as he continued.

"I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one." You rolled your eyes seeing that the blondie was just as disrespectful as what the Iida kid was claiming, even if it was for different reasons. You saw the door was open, causing you to look over and see another boy who looked very nervous while glancing between the two you were previously looking at. The boy caught your gaze and flushed, making a noise that quickly made all eyes on him. You heard Iida mutter a 'it's him'. Was he popular or something. You really weren't sure.

"UH HI!" The green haired student shouted out, clearly embarrassed by the stares as he looked away, finding something on the roof more interesting than everyone else.  

"Good morning!" Iida shouted, marching his way over to the kid, acting very formal and proper. That academy must of really had done a number on his personality if this was how he always was.

You were trying to get back to focusing on yourself, but overheard that the shy boy was named Izuku Midoryia. You hummed to yourself as you were trying to remember all the names you were going to eventually have to learn. You were terrible with names. You looked up and saw the cold stare the blondie was giving to Midoryia. You didn't like that look, it was pretty sinister.

'Oh well.' You thought, it wasn't your place to interfere.

"If you're just here to make friends you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to U.A.s Hero Course" A gruff voice echoed throughout the classroom, and you saw a man in a sleeping bag.

"What a weirdo." You heard a mutter from next to you, and when you glanced you saw spiky red hair. He gave you a quick grin, and you smiled politely back. You didn't want to have no friends after all.

You watched the man stand up and take his bright yellow sleeping bag off, talking about how it took 8 seconds to stop talking and how it was unacceptable. He looked dead tired, and you wondered what this guy was doing teaching. Did he actually like this job?

"Hello I am Shouta Aizawa, your teacher." Multiple gasps ring out through the air, and you looked around wondering why it was all that hard to believe. Homeless looking or not, he was too old to be a student.

"Right let's get to it, put these on and head outside." He held up what looked to be gym uniforms. So you all did, changing in the locker rooms then heading outside. While walking out there, you saw the same spiky red head and decided was a good time to introduce yourself.

"Hi!" You walk next to him and saw he looked frazzled at first.

"Oh hey, you sit next to me right?" You nodded your head with a smile.

"My name is (f/n), it's nice to meet you. I wonder what this is all about." He grinned back, holding out his hand for you to shake.

"Likewise, I'm Eijiro Kirishima." You shook hands and he kept walking next to you, keeping the conversation going.

"Honestly I have no idea but I'm ready no matter what, I placed third in the entrance exam and I plan on staying in top three no matter what!" Your eyes widened.

"What no way! That's awesome you placed so high." You let a smug smile adorn your lips, thinking to yourself about if your father was here he'd scold you for bearing an arrogant persona.

"I mean, I guess you'll have to fight with me on that seeing as I got second place." Now it was Kirishima's turn for his eyes to widen, but he didn't get upset, letting out a small laugh and a grin full of resolve.

"Sounds like it! Be ready to be dethroned (f/n)!" His smiled suddenly faltered as he blushed slightly.

"It's uh, alright if I call you by your first name right? You didn't give me your last name." You nodded your head.

"I don't mind as long as I can call you by your first name, I don't give out my last name but it's Hakamata." You didn't see any recognition pop up on his face from your name so you relaxed a bit. He grinned and agreed you both could call each other by your first names, and your conversation was interrupted by Aizawa.

You stopped outside, what seemed to have certain outdoor activities like a track and a throwing area. Aizawa explained to all of you that you'd be having a quirk assessment test, causing a lot of students to raise their voice. It causes you to flinch at the loudness of it all. Were they going to be like this all the time?

Your teacher continued speaking, answering the question from another female student. She looked confused as she expressed her concerns of not being able to attend the opening ceremony that was held for first years, and Aizawa shot back that heroes shouldn't waste time on pointless things. And he'll run his class however he'd see fit.

"Bakugo you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam." You turned to see who he was talking to, and to your surprise it was the Blondie with the sour attitude.

"What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in junior high?"

Bakugo thought back for a moment before responding, a from never leaving his face.

"67 meters I think."

"Right," Aizawa spoke back, "now try doing it again with your quirk."

You watched as Bakugo take his place in the circle of the throwing area, not replying to the teacher as he said anything goes. You looked at Eijiro and he looked back, you both shrugged at each other, wondering what exactly could happen.

"Go on," Aizawa mutters out, getting impatient. "You're wasting our time."

Bakugo finally acknowledges him with an amused face before doing a quick stretch. Getting ready to throw. Bakugo cocked his arm back, and through with all his might, shouting a very lovely sentiment as he did so.

"DIE!" You held up a hand to cover your face with the extreme heat that came from his quirk use, and watched as the ball flew away at an extremely fast speed. You heard that Midoryia kid whisper out a woah, and you couldn't blame him. It was impressive to say the least.

While the class gasped as your teacher showed Bakugo's score, you felt yourself gasping along with them.

"705.2 meters, holy crap." You couldn't help your draw drop as you felt taken aback. You heard the buzz from the other students around you, till a very energetic girl who has a pink skin tone gushed about wanting to give it a try. While everyone was getting hyped, you nudged Kirishima and pointed towards the dangerous look Mr. Aizawa had on his face. Kirishima looked worried as you bite your lip, wondering what was going to happen now.

"So this looks fun huh."

'Crap here it goes.' You thought, the rest of the class quieting down, looking bewildered.

"You have three years at this school to try to become a hero. You think it's all going to be playtime?" He let out a creepy grin.

"Idiots. Today you'll complete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and therefore will be expelled right then and there."

You were taken aback,  but felt a surge of adrenaline going through your body as the prospect of fighting for your right to be here. You grinned to yourself at the thought of making your father proud. You shared another look with Kirishima, it seems you both were thinking the same thing about proving worth.

"Good luck, you better not be expelled, because then that wouldn't give me a good feeling about kicking your ass you know."

"Oh we'll see who kicks whose ass now won't we."

It was time for the first test, the whole class pumped after hearing Mr. Aizawa's encouraging speech.

The 50-meter dash was the first test, and you felt yourself line up along with the brown haired girl from before, and a boy with a tail. You did a light stretch and released any thought you might've had. Now you really haven't perfected using your quirk in this way before.

Your quirk was called Light Manipulation. You are able to take the photons that make up light, and store them into your body as energy. Releasing them when you want. Normally photons are unable to interact with each other, which makes light impossible to grab, however, you are able to turn the light into mass by using light with very short wavelengths and high energies and frequencies. When this type of light is created, you're able to have them smash together to form protons and electrons, which can then make light into a solid matter.

What you were trying to do now was difficult. Since your body is full of light photons, in a sense you can make yourself become light, and move at light speed. You weren't too keen on practicing this since it always made you overheat, which is a drawback to your quirk.

You quickly ran to Kirishima before your race, and saw him standing next to a boy with blond hair with what look like to be a lightening bolt in black in his hair, as well as another boy with large elbows.

"Hey Eijiro can I ask you something real quick." He smiled down and you, his arms crossed.

"Yeah what's up (f/n)?" You handed him a large bottle of water.

"Can you stand by the finish line and pour this on me when I'm finished." You blushed.

"I know it's a little weird but my quirk causes me to overheat and I don't know if I'll be able to do it myself fast enough." Even though Kirishima looked puzzled he took the water and gave you a thumbs up.

"You can count on me dude! Kick some ass." You smiled gratefully and ran back to the starting line. You got into position, and felt yourself began to glow and left off a ton of heat.  The brown haired girl next to you looked at you and started to fan her face.

"Oh jeez you're burning up!" You grinned at her.

"Don't lose focus, run with all you've got!" She was taken aback, but gave you a hard smile, face set for the finish line.

"You too!" You heard the robot start the countdown, and felt yourself get lighten. As soon as the gunshot went off you felt your entire being practically explode, the heat almost unbearable as you sprinted across. You made it to the finish line and fell forward to stop yourself. You almost collided into Kirishima and he was too stunned to move. You felt your body turn back to normal as you gasped for air. Hearing you breath made him snap out of his daze as he poured water onto your frame. Watching the steam roll off in large puffs. You heard the robot yell out your score.

".45 seconds!" You grunted out, proud you were getting faster but tired from the overuse of your quirk. You grinned up at Kirishima as he laughed loudly.

"(y/n) that was amazing!" You stood up and grabbed the empty bottle, throwing it away.

"Thanks for cooling me down, even though I'm still a bit overheated I just need a moment and I'll be fine." You still had some steam rising out of your body, and you looked over to see most of the class staring at you with wide eyes. You saw Iida and waved.

"Sorry to say it looks like I won that one!" He frowned slightly but then quickly gave a sportsman like smile back.

"Well done!"

"That was really amazing! I'm Ochaco Uraraka!" Ochaco grinned as she held out her hand, you shook it and sheepishly rubbed the back of your head.

"I'm (y/n), you did amazing, 7.15 seconds is still really good."

You two stopped your talking as soon as the other students were up for the next round. You all stood off to the side, and met the boys that Kirishima was talking to earlier, learning their names were Denki Kaminari and Hanata Sero respectively. You felt a pair of eyes on you while you were talking to your new friends so you glanced around, seeing Bakugo had a hard stare fixed on you. His arms crossed and jaw tight, and his eyes only narrowed more as you looked at him. You didn't want to feel intimidated but his stare was pretty icy, so you waved back, not waiting for a reply before turning back around. After a few other students, you saw Bakugo going against that Midoryia he seemed to dislike so much. You saw how Midoryia was looking really nervous, more than he should be. Maybe his quirk wasn't really good for this type of stuff?

You assumed you were right as you saw Bakugo take off, creating explosions in his hands while Midoryia ran normally, having beat Ochaco by a couple of seconds. You congratulated Kirishima when he finished his test, teasing him about his time. He scoffed and playfully shoved you.

"Sorry we can't all run at the speed of light." You laughed and you all walked together towards a gym to perform your next task. It was simple enough, but you knew you weren't going to get a good of a sore as you did in the first test. You couldn't really use your quirk for strength.

Even though you tried your hardest at the grip strength test, but sigh dejectedly as you only got around a 60kg.

"WOW! You hit 540kg? You're such a beast!" You looked to see Sero praise another boy of the class who was using three different body parts, all looking like arms.

The next test was the standing long jump, and you were hoping you'd be able to shoot some light form your feet towards the ground to help your momentum. When you got up to the starting point, you did a leg stretch and felt heat make its way to your feet. You let it build for a moment before jumping off, willing your light to become solid to propel you high and far before letting the mass turn back to rays of regular light. You went pretty far before finishing the jump. While you landing was a bit messy, causing you to roll to not break any limbs, you were still happy to make it out of the sandpit that normal students without using quirks would've landed in.

The repeated side to side was more of a challenge seeing as you weren't exactly sure how to use the force of your light to help you. Taking your place, you just did normal side to side jumps without the help of your quirk, feeling embarrassed when you heard one student make a loud comment about your breasts. Your face turned bright red and you completed the task, crossing your arms you grumbled and walked away. You saw a tiny boy with balls on his head being scolded by Iida about making such inappropriate remarks. You stood by Ochaco as that's where you felt the most comfortable at the moment. Telling her you were okay when she rubbed your back reassuringly.

You walked with Ochaco towards the next area for the ball throw, you went and while you were better than back in your old school, it still wasn't anything too impressive. Ochaco congratulated you on your 50 meter throw, saying it was pretty cool to be able to throw that far with no quirk. You thanked her, letting her then gush to you about how excited she was when her turn was coming up.

"Since I can manipulate gravity, I know I got this in the bag!" You laughed with her.

"You better! That'll be awesome to see, my quirk wasn't useful so I had to stick to a regular pitch."

You watched Ochaco take her place in the circle with a small, before touch the ball and throwing it high. It traveled higher and higher, till you could barely see it even while squinting. Kirishima had his hands over his eyes to block out the sun to try to get a better look, while Kaminari was staring with his mouth wide open. If it were even possible, his eyes bugged out even wider and his mouth fell down farther when Mr. Aizawa revealed her score to be infinite. You cheered her on before looking towards your left.

"Midoryia?" He looked over with you a pale face, sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

"Are you okay?" You asked curiously. You wanted to brush it off as just shock that it went so high up, but you don't think that was the case. He was practically shaking, teeth clenched together. Was he scared of going home?

He nodded and gulped, trying to speak but his words coming out short and breathy.

"Ye-yeah fine. Thanks, uh (y/n)." You gave him a shoulder pat and a slight smile. 

"I'm sure you'll do great okay? Don't stress." He gave a wobbly smile back, before looking down, fear still evident on his face. His name  was called and he hesitantly took a stand. You watched as he stared at the softball intently, having some kind of internal battle.

"I wonder if he'll finally show his strength." Ochaco muttered next to you. You looked over at her as she took the place where Midoryia was previously occupying and gave her a questioning stare.

"Oh? Do you know his quirk?" Ochaco shook her head no.

"I don't know the specifics but he was the one who saved me from a zero pointer." You were shocked. He took down a zero pointer, all by himself? All you did was manage to help get someone out of the way, blasting at it only to slow it down, not doing too much damage.

"Wait, he was that one kid everyone was talking about then!?" You asked with wide eyes. Ochaco didn't even need to ask what you meant, she knew what you were talking about and nodded her head.

You were shocked, This scaredy cat was the one who destroyed a zero pointer. Like, crushed the thing.

"If Midoryia doesn't shape up soon he's the one going home." Iida spoke, you looked over at him, wondering if he knew what his quirk was. But before you could ask Bakugo cut you off.

"HUH? Of course he is! He's a quirkless loser!" You made a confused face, the same as Iida.

"He has a quirk!" Iida responded sharply.

"It must be a pretty good one," you interrupted, looking straight at Bakugo. "You didn't hear about what he did during the entrance exam? Everyone was talking about it."

Bakugo looked annoyed and gave you a questioning look, all he could manage was another,

"Huh??"

You were surprised that he didn't know, the way he was glaring at him during the morning class made you assumed they knew each other, or at the very least knew what he did during the entrance exam and thought he was competition.

Before you got to answer, Midoriya was getting ready to throw, and you saw a red light travel along his arm, and as soon as he pitched, you saw the red disappear as the ball rushed off.

Landing only 46 meters. His face filled with dread and yours with curiosity. That was the power that took out one of those huge robots? You saw long ribbons circling around your teacher, cutting off Midoryia as he mumbled to himself.

"I erased your quirk. The judges of this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school. "

"Wait you did what to my..." You shared glances with kids around you, wondering why the hell Midoriya cut himself off and gasped.

"Those goggles! I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers!" You listened to him continue as you had own conclusion. You hear your father mention him once or twice, but you never really cared since he wasn't apart of your fathers agency. But you finally came to the same thought as Midoryia.

"The Eraser Hero: Eraserhead!"

Everyone around you began to talk amongst themselves, wondering who the hell that was.

"He's a Pro Hero who doesn't work in the spotlight." You tell your classmates around you.

"He likes to work on the down low." You continued, stumbling a bit when Kirishima slapped your back.

"Look at you with all the answers!" You pushed him, looking back towards Midoryia and Aizawa, talking about broken bones and battered bodies. Midoryia arguing back before Aizawa wrapped his scarf around the boy, bringing him close and calling him a liability in battle.

The rest of the class looked on in silence. You were nervous, Mr. Aizawa seemed to do and say whatever the hell he wanted, who knew how this would go. He was scolding the boy, and you couldn't hear what was going on.

Aizawa finally let him go, and told him to take his final throw.

"I wonder what he was telling him." You questioned to nobody in particular.

"Probably told him to start packing." Bakugo spoke up from next to you, causing you to look up. His eyes were staring straight at Midoriya, before looking down at you. Eyes still cold.

"What." He asked, his tone wasn't as sharp as his eyes but he still had a gruffness to it.

You just smiled, letting out a chuckle before shaking your head.

"It's nothing." You heard him tsk beside you before your focus melted away, going back to Midoriya. He was mumbling to himself, staring at the ground.

He finally looked up and threw the ball, you didn't see his power activating but the ball went far. You noticed his finger was a bright purple, looking badly bruised, maybe even broken? You felt Bakugo stiffen next to you, and you looked back at him. While everyone was cheering or discussing his quirk, Bakugo's face was full of shock. You admitted it was nice to see that the guy could make another emotion besides anger appear on his face, but maybe you jinxed it when his face contorted with anger.

"HEY!" He shouted, blasting by you with his quirk activated, giving him a boost.

"DEKU YOU BASTARD! TELL ME HOW YOU DID THAT OR YOU'RE DEAD!" Bakugo open his palm and you heard Midoriya scream, or was it Deku?

"Wait!" A futile shout left your mouth as more of Mr. Aizawa's scarf came forwards and wrapped Bakugo up. Bakugo began tugging at it, and Aizawa explained why his scarf was so strong. You really weren't paying attention, too busy rethinking how pissed Bakugo looked and he went full force onto Deku.

You stared at Bakugo's back as he shook in anger, he was glaring harshly at Deku, and you felt scared by his gaze.

The next few tests were easy enough, sit-ups, seated toe-touch, and the long distance run. You were in great physical fitness thanks to sparring and training sessions with your father, and passed them no problem.  You felt good, walking to the scoreboard as Mr. Aizawa pulled up all the scores. You cheered when you saw that you were in the top 5.

"Hey fourth that's pretty good!" You glanced at Kirishima as he walked over with Denki and Sero, you smiled up at him.

"Hey number 9 isn't bad either. Top 10!" You looked at the other two boys who frowned, laughing you punched their shoulders.

"You guys did great too, no one here failed."

"Yea poor Midoriya." Denki muttered, and you looked over at the board to see he was right. Dead last. You looked over and saw Deku gripping his wrist, the hand he held with his broken finger clutched tight as he shook.

Mr. Aizawa smiled as he removed the results screen, turning towards the class.

"Oh I was kidding, no one is going home. I was trying to make sure you guys did your very best on this."

Midoriya went into shock as he went as white as a peace of paper. The girl who one first place, Momo you believe her name was, said how she thought everyone knew and should've said something.

"That was pretty nerve racking huh?" Sero chuckled nervously from your little group.

"Nah I'm always down for a challenge!" Ejiro chuckled, and you raised your fist up just like he did.

"Hell yea! No matter what we should always be giving it 100%!" You both snicker together, before you turn around to see Bakugo lost in thought. He was glaring at Deku, then Aizawa, and when he looked at you, to see you already looking, he huffed and looked away.

"Okay we're done for today, pick up a syllabus and read it over for tomorrow's class."

You watched as Mr. Aizawa handed Deku a nurses pass, before leaving along with the group of friends you made. Besides the fighting between classmates, you felt you had achieved a lot today.

You guys made your way back to the classroom, picking up a syllabus. You turned around and bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize anyone was right behind me." You gave a sheepish smile to the boy behind you. His hair was bi colored along with his eyes. He gave you a once over before humming. Not saying anything he grabbed a piece of paper and walked away. You clicked your tongue in annoyance at being ignored, but you just let it go.

You walked out with the boys, as well as the pink skinned girl from earlier. She introduced herself as Mina, and you got along fairly well. You saw someone else leaving and quickly called out to them, she turned and smiled turning towards you. You managed to give Ochaco a quick goodbye before she sprinted off in front of you, you notice she was catching up Midoriya and Iida.

When you finally get home, you smiled even though your father wasn't there. You made yourself lunch and spent the remainder of your day studying and training. Simple warm ups since there wasn't much else you could do. By the time your father got home you had dinner made and ate together. You told him all about your day and he was very proud of you.

"I know fourth place is amazing, but don't let it go to your head you understand?" You laughed at the irony of placing fourth, but rolled your eyes at his warning.

"I know dad, I'm not. I'm planning on giving it my all, I don't underestimate any of my classmates!" He grinned at you before smoothing your head down. It was his own way of showing affecting.

"Perfect. Now go get ready for bed." You washed your plate before heading upstairs to get do your nightly routine before getting into bed. You were kept awake by the excitement of a successful first day, rolling over onto your side you smiled quietly to yourself.

"I'm ready for whatever happens, bring it on."

[wolfcrunch]

day 4 of @dekusquadweek​!

read on ao3

[ "Todoroki's a good friend - one of the best, really," Izuku hummed, ignoring the villain's gaze that cut through him in annoyance. "And a good hero, a great hero. I'm glad you didn't manage to nab him...or did you let him go on purpose?" His face felt numb, and his eyelids drooped, his concussion catching up, yet he still sounded far too chipper.

"All you need to tell me about Todoroki is his quirk, Deku."

"Hm? Ah - his quirk is great when the night is chilly, y'know? I'm actually jealous..." ]

"What...?"

Shouto blinked his eyes, swallowing against the lump in his throat, and refusing to look back at the pair. "Just...come inside, I'll explain what I can."

Iida and Uraraka were quick to follow at his words, the dual-haired boy walked back towards the welcoming doors of his father's agency. His head, still swirling with uncertainties and fear and still feeling off from what had happened earlier that...explaining what had happened again, for a second time wasn't something he was particularly looking forward to.

But Iida and Uraraka deserved it. Especially after having come this far, this late - he knew how reckless all of them were.

Don't get him wrong, Midoriya was by far the most reckless...but Iida and Uraraka and even Shouto himself weren't exactly innocent either. He was sure their entire class contributed to the grey hairs Mr. Aizawa had gained over the years.

Shouto walked carefully through the Endeavor Agency, nodding at some other sidekicks as they headed out, and instead of making the journey to his desk, turned to lead Iida and Uraraka to the small lounge area at the back of the first floor. It was a small break room - although even just sidekicks didn't get many breaks, his father was always sure that they had something to do. But they took advantage of it, whenever they had the chance.

Careful of the scrapes and bruises that littered his body, most hidden under the casual clothes he had recently changed into, he sat down on the first available sofa, sighing in relief against the soft cushioning. Iida and Uraraka also took their spots, watching their friend with apprehension.

"So, Midoriya already told you we were working on a case?" Shouto asked as clarification, and as both their nods, he continued. "It was an illegal quirk-fighting ring, or so we assumed. Shinsou's been helping us...but hasn't contacted us in a week, which is a bit concerning. This case is a bit time sensitive, and its the first big one we've done without a proper pro...I guess we jumped the gun a bit."

Shouto could remember just how quickly everything went wrong. "The area out information led us to was run down, an area with buildings set to be demolished within the next week. We thought if we didn't act now, we'd lose the one true lead we had on the headquarters - so this morning, we went in and threw caution to the wind."

Midoriya's yell of warning was the first thing Shouto's mind clung to, when he thought of how badly they'd screwed up.

"They got the jump on us - pretty heavily too. They outnumbered us about three to one, and given its a fighting ring...they were killed both with quirks and without..." Shouto stared down at his hands, hung limply in his lap. "I think Midoriya was the first one to go down...they had pretty good counters for me, so I couldn't do much," he admitted bitterly. "I don't know if they knew we were on the case...it seems like it, with how prepared they were to deal with two powerhouses."

"How did you get away...?" Uraraka asked softly.

"I didn't, they knocked me out too." Shouto huffed, exhausted. I woke up hours later, apparently they took me and dumped me in another agency's area to be found. Aoyama found me on a patrol of his, he took me back and I woke up at the agency he works in. It took a while to remember what had happened...but by that time, I had to come back here and tell Endeavor what happened. I couldn't go out looking for him."

Shouto's guilt and anger at himself washed over him, and he grasped his pant leg with a white-knuckled grip. He was here, he was fine, whilst Midoriya was still out there. What if he was hurt, or worse? He was missing, he could be dead in a ditch for all they knew.

Iida leaned back in the sofa he and Uraraka shared, his expression having deepened, and making him look as if he had aged in that moment. "What has Endeavor decided to do?"

"I think he's taking me off the case - I don't know," Shouto admitted. "He gave me a good chewing out for letting it rush to my head...Midoriya will probably get the same. I think he plans on sending some other sidekicks out who'll actually wait and listen."

"We should offer to go!"

Uraraka's declaration caught Shouto off guard, and he stared at her with wide eyes. "What...?"

"Deku's our friend," Uraraka said, getting to her feet. "And we've gotta do something--"

"Uraraka, that's...irresponsible of us," Iida words his sentence carefully. "Todoroki and Midoriya rushed ahead...and surely, Endeavor has other sidekicks more suited to the job. I'm as worried as you - but this is Endeavor's case. We're not even hired by him. He won't let us on."

"Than we can convince him!"

Shouto wanted to snort...convincing Endeavor? Surely, she was joking...but he felt a pull, as if to agree with her. Iida was looking more concerned for their shorter friend.

"Todoroki can try to convince him!" and oh, how Shouto regretted it now. "He'll listen to you, right? If you tell him how much you want to make up for your mistake..."

"Endeavor might have calmed down, but he's stubborn." Shouto shakes his head, "I doubt he'll listen if I messed up once already."

"Todoroki, please!" Her eyes were round, a fire that Shouto knew meant she wasn't going to give up that easily. "Deku wouldn't give up - he never did, he was always out there for us. Do you think he'd sit around? He'd be the first one out there looking for us, we all know that." she then turns to Iida, her next target. "And we don't have to go alone! We can call some of the others up to help, we can work together and find him, make sure he's alright! We can figure out a plan, Iida!"

Iida sighed. "Uraraka..." whilst her words left Todoroki in a halt, seriously considering it. Iida spotted the look on his face.

"Todoroki...not you too..."

If it was any other situation, maybe Todoroki would've considered just how tired Iida sounded. But he doesn't, nodding along to Uraraka, and her face brightens. "Alright, I...I'll try to convince him. Call the others...we can convince him better if we're ready. Tell them to be ready for a long day tomorrow."

Uraraka looked almost giddy, whipping her phone out and leaving to make a few calls. Iida's gaze burned into Shouto's.

"I'm going to have a midlife crisis before we turn 25."

"Sorry, Iida." Shouto knew his tone was a lie in itself, and his friend knew too.

"You're really not," Iida sighed, rubbing his face. "But, I guess there's nothing I can do except help. With our quirks combined, if you give me an hour or two I can figure something viable out. But we should get Endeavor's permission first. Ask him if its possible to get into contact with Shinsou, too...he'd be helpful."

Shouto nodded, and as soon as Uraraka came back in having informed the others they'd enlist the help of, the pair headed off for the night, Shouto promising he'd update them after he'd spoken with Endeavor.

The duel-haired sidekick wanted to say he was surprised that Endeavor had agreed, although a bit reluctantly - but maybe Endeavor was growing soft on the newest sidekicks? Maybe he knew, just how much Shouto's friends meant to him, how much Midoriya meant, how much Midoriya had helped him?

It didn't matter now...because now Shouto knew, he could find and save Midoriya. He could repay him for all the times he'd saved Shouto.

He wasn't throwing away this chance.

Don't worry, Midoriya...we'll find you.

[trasky-kika]

They were never separated from each other, other than attending classes, going to the bathroom and other basic things.

But the point is, they were always together.

“They’re like a parasite,” Sero commented shaking his head half-heartedly while walking into the kitchen one day and seeing the boys scrambled on the couch in the common room.

“You’re just jealous bro!” Kirishima rebutted, following Sero. “I think its super manly that they finally worked out their differences and worked things out.”

He was right.

Coming to UA, Bakugou and Izuku were rocky, couldn’t even be in the same room as the other because of the collateral damage they would do.

Whether they meant it or not, they were almost always fighting or yelling. Either way, it was unpleasant for many.

During the Sports Festival, Todoroki went in with the intention of winning without using his father's side, at all.

Obviously, that changed when he was put up against Izuku and the green-haired boy yelled at him that it was his power.

After that, Class 1-A didn’t really know what happened.

But the three boys did.

It started when Izuku and Bakugou were fighting after the provisional license exam. Bakugou, frustrated and with his emotions bottled up, fought with everything he had, as did Izuku. After an intense fight with more explosions, screams, curses, and trying to get Bakugou to understand, Izuku was pinned under the blonde, when suddenly, Bakugou’s face was leaning closer, and closer. Izuku panted and licked at his own bottom lip, tasting the metallic ting of blood and gasped when a bit of Bakugou’s blood dripped from his chin onto his face. He looked at the red crimson eyes he’s been chasing after since they were children and saw the hurt and pain that had accumulated throughout the years. He brought his scarred hand up to the blonde's face and was surprised that rather than shove him away, Bakugou leaned into his touch. Izuku caressed his cheek with his thumb and leaned his head up a bit more, leaning back on his elbow to get better leverage.

“I’m tired of feeling like shit,” Bakugou muttered.

Izuku chuckled. “You don’t have to anymore, I’m here.”

Bakugou scoffed, at the lame line used by the person they both admired. Izuku looked at his childhood friend fondly, still caressing his cheek. Bakugou looked at Izuku through his lashes, his eyes traced the freckled of Izuku’s face until they reached the ones that were above his parted lips.

Izuku subconsciously licked his lips and looked at Bakugou. His eyes shifted from fond to determination.

“I missed you, Kachaan.”

“Tsk, stupid nerd.” Bakugou shook his head slightly and leaned in the rest of the way to kiss Izuku.

—

After being treated and scolded by teachers and mentors, Bakugou and Izuku became official. But they could not ignore the eyes of a certain someone.

“Well, I mean, it’s hard to ignore his prying eyes, they’re different colors after all.”

“Kachaan!”

Bakugou and Izuku were lounging in Izuku’s room on his bed when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Izuku chimed from his spot on Bakugou’s chest where he currently laid, eyes not leaving the screen of his phone at a game Kaminari showed him earlier in the day. Bakugou grunted and shifted a bit so he could see his book that he had in his hand better.

The boys on the bed turned their heads to the sound of the doorknob turning and a dual haired boy stepping in. Todoroki walked into the room and nervously looked around. He decided to stay standing and looked at anywhere but the bed. His usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by his current slight nerves.

Izuku shot up and smiled brightly.

“Hi, Todoroki-kun!”

Bakugou stared at icy-hot and smirked.

“What took you so long, candy-cane? You think we wouldn’t notice?”

Todoroki shifted uncomfortably and looked down at his feet. He heard rustling in the bed and suddenly, sock-clad feet were standing in front of him. He tilted his head up and looked into Izuku’s green forest eyes. Izuku smiled softly and laid his hand on Todoroki’s arm, causing the boy's cheeks to turn a bit red

“It’s okay Todoroki. We don’t mind. We, uh, kind of hoped you’d confront us,” Izuku chuckled nervously while retracting his hand and bringing it to the back of his neck and scratching it shyly.

Bakugou got up from his boyfriend's bed and walked up to the two boys. He wrapped his arms around Izuku’s shoulders and stood directly in back of him.

“So, icy hot, you in?” Bakugou asked. Izuku looked up from his boyfriend to Todoroki, smiling slightly. Todoroki cleared his throat.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!” Izuku reassured. “W-We both like you To- S-Shouto.” He stuttered slightly while grabbing onto Todoroki’s hand, gripping it slightly.

Todoroki looked from his hands to Izuku, to Bakugou. He felt oddly calm, given the situation, and suddenly, his nerves were replaced to a warm smile.

“Okay.”

—

Bakugou shivered slightly under the blankets. His head had been pounding all day and he was so fucking tired of it. He sniffed every ten minutes and had gone through a whole box of tissues in less than three hours.

He was sick. Was he going to admit it? Was he going to tell his boyfriends?

Over his dead body.

He was currently curled up with his boyfriends in Todoroki’s dorm. Said boy was in the middle between Bakugou and Izuku. Bakugou was freezing his ass off, and he didn’t know if it was because he was curled up to his boyfriend's cold side, or the fever was getting worse. He shifted uncomfortably and groaned silently when the small movement made his head pound even more.

He was confused. They had been together for about over 11 months, their one year anniversary coming up soon. Within this time period, Todoroki never allowed Bakugou to access his warm side or even see his flames in person. He didn’t know what prompted him to ask the question, he was so out of it and his vision was a beginning to get a bit hazy, but he asked anyway.

“Why does Deku always get your warm side?”

“Becuase I love him more.”

The three boys froze.

Bakugou’s eyes blinked and he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. He hoped it was a joke, but with the way Todoroki had answered so quickly without even looking up from his phone, he didn’t care.

It hurt.

He slowly got off from his spot next to his boyfriend's right side. He pulled the blanket he was using off his slightly cold body and threw it at the two boys who were still seated on the couch with their eyes wide and mouths apart.

“K-Katsuki-“

“Kachaan, he didn’t mean it-“

Bakugou gave them a once over, his face expressionless, and walked over to the guest room, locking the door. He slid down the door and curled into himself, resting his head on his knees and hugging his legs. His headache was getting worse and he was starting to shiver more with the cold air hitting his warm body.

Bakugou cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes. He wasn’t going to fucking cry dammit. But this fever was fucking killing him. He heard Todoroki and Izuku arguing, well more like Izuku was scolding Todoroki, and usually, Bakugou would smirk and enjoy this, but today, he really didn’t give a fuck.

So, with whatever amount of energy he had left, he mustered it up and got his ass from the floor by the door and crawled to into the bed in the guest bedroom and curled up under the covers and hugged the pillow under his head. He ignored all the knocks and the whispers and pleas from his boyfriends to open the door, and he fell asleep.

—

He didn’t open his eyes when he was beginning to wake up. His headache was getting better, but he didn’t want to wake up yet, so, he kept them shut and snuggled in closer to the warm body-

Wait, this isn’t the pillow he fell asleep on.

Groggily, Bakugou opened his eyes and first saw a clothed chest in his line of view.

Okay, it’s one of his boyfriends. He concludes that its most likely Izuku, after the stunt from the day before, he doubts Todoroki would want to be next to him. (Has it been a day? He doesn’t know, all he knows is that this heat radiating off the body next to him feels so good and he doesn’t want to get up-)

Izuku is hot but he isn’t this hot.

He trails his eyes from the chest, up to the collar bone and finally tilting his head up so see the face better.

Holy fuck its icy-hot. And he’s fucking sleeping.

Bakugou shifts slightly, wanting to get up and holy fuck you fucking Canadian flag, let me fucking go-

He freezes when he feels the body next to him tighten their arm around Bakugous slim waist and pull him closer. He hears the boy next to him sigh and he holds his breath when the eyes of his boyfriend slowly flutter awake.

“Good morning.”

Bakugou releases the breath he was holding and tried again to get out his boyfriends arms.

Why was he so hot? His head doesn’t hurt anymore but he’s fucking sweating-

He looks up at Todoroki and the fucker has the audacity to smile at him.

He was laying on Todorokis left side.  

In a fit of frustration (embarrassment) he sneers.

“I thought you loved Deku more, why the fuck are you using your left side on me for?”

His boyfriends smile drops and he looks away. Bakugous surprised because he looks hurt. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt, he hurt Bakugou-

“I’m sorry” Todoroki mutters. Bakugous brain stops for a moment as he feels Todorokis fingers run through his ash-blond hair. For once, he doesn’t care if he’s being vulnerable. He snuggled closer and closed his eyes.

“I'm still mad” he declared. He wanted to reassure his boyfriend that he was mad, but he also didn’t want this fuzzy feeling in his stomach about Todoroki finally offered to use his left side for him.

Todoroki huffed out a laugh and slowly massaged his head.

“I'm so sorry love. I don’t know what prompted me to say that. I love both you and Izuku equally, there is no competition. I love you so much Katsuki. Your playful rivalry made me better and made me realize things to make me a better person, a better hero. Sure we butt heads a lot, but that makes us stronger.” He shifts so that Bakugou is laying flat on his back and he’s hovering over him. “I love your attitude. I love that even though you yell and swear up and down that you don’t care about anyone, you make sure Izuku and I are okay and safe. You cook us heavenly meals to make sure we eat and get worried- shut up you know you do- and scold us when we do something stupid and help us heal and bandage our wounds.” At this point, Bakugou has an arm thrown over his eyes, mostly to cover the fact that he’s fucking blushing and getting teary-eyed- fuck this sickness, and Todorki begins to kiss his neck softly.

“I love you much Katsuki. I’m sorry that I upset you, baby. I love you so, so, so much.”

Todoroki removed Katsukis arm and smiled softly at his boyfriend's flushed face and teary eyes. He leans down and brushed his lips overs Bakugous.

“But you have to tell us when you’re sick, love.”

Bakugou blinked and groaned. Just then, the door opened and revealed Izuku with a damp towel and a bowl of soup. He looked at the bed and beamed brightly at his two boyfriends, knowing that they have made up.

“Ah, Kachaan! You’re awake! It’s a good thing I kept the key to the guest room on top of the door frame. When you weren’t answering we thought you wanted to be alone, but you weren’t answering at all and it was just to quiet so I started thinking things I probably shouldn’t have so I unlocked the door and then we saw you were passed out on the bed but like you were sweating more than usual so we moved you back to our room and-“

“ ‘Zuku, honey, breathe.” Todorki smiled and moved around the bed so his back was against the bed frame and Bakugou was between his legs.

Izuku smiled sheepishly and walked towards them, setting the bowl of soup on the nightstand and folding the wet towel in half. He placed the towel on Bakugous head and smiled sweetly when the blond sighed happily.

“You should let us know when you’re sick Kachaan. Todoroki was freaking out because he thought he made you sick.”

Bakugou placed his hands onto of Todorokis where he had them placed around his waist. He looked up at Izuku and gestured him to sat down next to him. Carefully, Izuku grabbed the bowl and used the spoon to mix the soup inside it, blowing on it slightly.

“I called my mother and she informed me that usually when someone had a fever, they should sweat it out.” As Todoroki said this, he let his left side get a bit hotter, just enough to make Bakugou comfortable. Bakugou hummed in his daze and leaned more of his weight into his boyfriend. His other boyfriend brought a spoon up to his mouth filled with soup and the blonde scowled slightly before opening his mouth and swallowing around the spoon.

Spicy. He thought.

Todoroki shifted behind him and nuzzled the back of his neck.

“Love, hurry and get better soon. I want to show you just how much I love you.”

Izuku grinned mischievously.

“Yeah Kachaan, I want to show you too.”

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- Jay

1 Series. 38 Works. 

Physical Disabilities 

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh( T |298,721+ | 18/? )

“We’re really sorry,” his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. “But your friend, Izuku, he’s… He’s gone, son.”

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

“What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!”

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in his state is no one other than Kacchan.

Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan have their souls bound to each other.

[PTSD]

[On Hiatus] That’s That by Fif Sold Her Soul( T |26,079+ | 8/? )

After receiving a life-changing injury that leaves him unable to do any hero work, Bakugou does the best next thing to save face and hide his condition from the world; He becomes a teacher at U.A

Easy right?

Apart from dealing with his rambunctious homeroom class, the new and annoying as fuck generation of villains, his new protégé, and his crippling self-esteem issues, and his crush on fucking Deku, all while hiding his condition from the world, then yeah pretty easy. Not.

Bakugou suddenly has a fuckton respect for Aizawa.

[Abuse | Suicide Mention]

Missed Connections by Labellevita( M |9,765+ | 3/5 )

Deaf Uni student Bakugou can’t catch a break, but he does catch the scent of a fantastic smelling omega.

Dull by choimarie( G |714 | 1/1 )

day 2: your eyes

“What? Never have seen a hot dude before?”

SeriesPart 2 of Bakudeku week 2k18

Tired by igrewupwiththis( Not Rated |10,980 | 2/2 )

Bakugou is just so exhausted, and he needs someone who takes care of him. y'all already know who it is.

Let’s Start Over Again by BrightEyesEren( T |4,107 | 1/1 )

Ten years down the road. Izuku and Katsuki went their separate ways, living their own lives, until they meet again after a tragic turn of events.

Izuku realises how fragile fire actually is.

love is blind (and deaf) by kagehinataboke( T |789 | 1/1 )

Izuku hesitantly opens the door, wielding an umbrella and ready to square up against a mugger. but it’s only one of his neighbors: a new one, in fact. Izuku faintly recalls him moving in a few weeks ago, but one unfriendly glare was enough to stop him from approaching.

he discreetly drops the umbrella behind the door. “can i help you?”

— a bakudeku one-shot

Thought So by zuccin( G |771 | 1/1 )

Midoriya watches Katsuki walk away as he remember the sorrowful past. And he’s glad everything turned out in the end.

I guess… I’ll just… fuckin’ read this by TheGeekProblem( G |1,533 | 1/1 )

Izuku works the graveyard shift in a diner and he’s really tired. A group of people come at 2 a.m. What could go wrong?

Senses by Phayte( E |22,294+ | 6/? )

In a freak accident through battle, Bakugou loses his sight. This is the story of his struggle, downward spiral, and the friends that get him through it.

Everything Before Mourning by hollyandvice( M |15,527 | 1/1 )

“Whatever this is has got you running scared, Kacchan. If it’s got you scared, it’s got me terrified. So please, just… just tell me what’s going on.”

Kacchan runs a hand over his face, suddenly looking old and tired and nothing at all like what Izuku is used to. It makes the tension in Izuku’s chest go even tighter, as though trying to suffocate him. Izuku bites back the fear that wants to spill over his tongue and tries to just pay attention to Kacchan.

Whatever this is, they’re going to get through it together.

When a fight with a villain has longer-reaching consequences than Kacchan expected, he calls on Izuku to help him through. Izuku doesn’t quite know what that will entail, but he knows he won’t back down from this. Not from Kacchan. Not ever.

Am I Ready? by Ryxmas( G |6,226 | 1/1 )

Even after one and a half years after his disappearance, Izuku never really stopped thinking about Katsuki. After all, Katsuki always had a habit of barging into your life, even if you never expected it.

No Warning by DeafBakugou( G |10,375 | 1/1 )

Bakugou survives a natural disaster and has to navigate the world without the normal accommodations he depends on as a Deaf individual.

Finding Out and Confessions by Needle_In_A_NeedleStack( G | 605 | 1/1 )

Bakugo is deaf, that’s why he’s always so loud. He hasn’t told anyone. So when Midoriya Izuku accidentally finds out Bakugo’s secret, how will things change.

Lost The Fight by Katt1848( T |1,733 | 1/1 )

Every Hero remembers the first time they weren’t able to save someone. This is Katsuki’s.

transfigured night by bittermoons( M |6,044 | 1/1 )

An unexpected hospital trip changes things between Izuku Midoriya, age forty-four, and his longtime roommate, co-parent, and co-composer, Katsuki Bakugou.

Migraines and Emotional Pains by Leonidas1754( G | 1,212 | 1/1 )

Bakugo gets migraines often, resulting in going home early and Midoriya taking care of him. Said migraines also often result in thinking too much about himself and Midoriya, and how much he simply doesn’t deserve Midoriya’s love. Thankfully, Midoriya still knows how to handle him.

[Abandoned] An Internship by Aizawa_mf_Shouta, Qnonymous( Not Rated |2,954 | 6/? )

Bakugou isn’t happy, and it only gets worse.

hole in the wall by imanimoon( M |1,214+ | 1/? )

The camera’s perspective shook as the holder zoomed in on the hero. Maybe they were hoping to catch the moment in which Zero would pull himself to his feet with gritted teeth and then, in a vicious roar, promise the demise of his opponent before seeing to it. As he always did.But he’d barely moved a muscle.The sound crackled on as someone yelled out to the hero before cutting off right after.“Why isn’t he moving?”What seemed like hours could only have been mere minutes before the camera caught someone’s faint whisper, their voice coated in trembling disbelief, “I-I don’t think he can.”

It’d been years since Japan had experienced a tragedy of this magnitude. Some even called it “The Leveling,” villains unleashing havoc around the city leaving hundreds of civilians dead, numerous buildings grounded, and even heroes brought to their knees.

When Bakugou awakens in a hospital without the ability to walk, he believes his life is over. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to retain his number one hero status as a “cripple”. It isn’t until his childhood friend re-enters his life and shows him firsthand that Pro-Heroes aren’t the only ones who can save people.

[Ableism | PTSD]

Champion by DirtyDeku( M |575 | 1/1 )

Hiya!! This is based on a few roleplays I’ve had with my dear friend!! I hope you all enjoy it.

[Rape/Non-Con]

Non-Physical Disabilities

[Series] Schizophrenic Bakugou by masteremeraldholder( T |22,496 | 3 Works | Complete )

In which, Bakugou Katsuki has schizophrenia, and how he deals with it in everyday life.

[Suicide Attempt | Self Harm | Panic Attacks | Ableism]

Longing for Clarity by sushisama( E |106,663+ | 16/23 )

Slice of life AU. Check notes in first chapter for more specific details.Katsuki is in his senior year, and though he’s dealing his own questionable mental condition, he can’t help the excitement of the upcoming graduation. But his boyfriend, Izuku, has been acting strange, being almost a little too intimate. They come to find out that Izuku is going through the fermin, a predicament certain Quirk holders go through. Now Katsuki is being forced into considering relinquishing the secrecy of their relationship, if only to keep all he wandering eyes from Izuku.

SeriesPart 1 of Fermin Story

And You Got To Me by hopeboiwonder( M |17,547 | 4/4 )

Katsuki’s need to immerse himself in something that wasn’t his new day in day out routine of working and sleeping leads him to discover a coffee shop in the middle of the night. Cafe Yagi.

Izuku’s hair billows and bunches, chasing after him like a salty, green ocean wave; churning up crests of bright shimmer from the light above. His eyes brown bowls speckled with rich golden rings around his pupils; and remind him of the thin film of crema on top of a freshly pulled espresso shot…

Needless to say, coffee hasn’t left his mind since.

Crash by Storyofanotakuslife( T |2,089 | 1/1 )

Bad days aren’t unusual for Katsuki, he’s learned to handle them the best he can. Which usually means alone. But bipolar doesn’t care about your feelings, and for once he’s actually willing to accept some outside help.

(Can be read as platonic or romantic bakudeku)

Izuku’s Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb( E |50,436+ | 11/? )

Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

[PTSD | Past Abuse]

be loved by bonnia( T |5,403 | 1/1 )

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

[PTSD | Panic Attacks]

new eyes by WabiSabi( T |56,645+ | 16/? )

Katsuki wakes up 22 years in the past.

With no other choice, he moves on.

(Or where Katsuki tries to mind his own business and fails spectacularly because he can´t stand people pissing over those who gained his respect. Even Deku. Especially Deku.)

SeriesPart 1 of Decrescente

[PTSD]

The Absolute Truth by Glon_Morski ( E |67,078 | 5/5 )

“What words did you say, exactly? Share with us. Show us how much of a monster you really are, Ground Zero.”

I told him…

‘Shut up!’

…that I have a time saving idea for him…

‘Shut up!’

…that if he wants to have a quirk that badly…

‘Shut the fuck up!!!’

…he should take a swan dive off a roof and hope for a quirk in his next life

The pain blooms on his throat this time as the characters that write the answer carve themselves into his skin. It doesn’t feel like a scalpel cutting through his skin this time. Nor does it feel like his skin is breaking on its own after being stretched too thin. Instead, the experience is akin to having his throat literally shredded, as if a million of tiny, jagged claws or teeth are digging into his flesh and pulling at it to brand him with the words.

This time, Katsuki screams.

A.K.A In which Katsuki is captured by villains who want to expose him as a ‘false hero’ (as per Stain’s ideology) and use a truth serum-like quirk to do it.

Mind the tags.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | PTSD | Panic Attacks]

[On Hiatus] You Were October Nights by AlchemyandHeroAnalysis( E |27,728+ | 4/? )

Across the locker room, tucked into the small corner of the wall separating the changing room and the showers, sat the Bakugou Katsuki with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head tucked in his arms. If Izuku hadn’t heard him, he probably would never have seen him to begin with. But he could. He could see and hear everything.

Please, don’t be real.

His gut twisted painfully as Katsuki’s broken sobs echoed against the concrete walls. His entire body shook with each desperate wail that escaped him. It sounded as though he was in complete and utter agony, painfully vulnerable and without any remote sign of stopping.

Summary:Izuku stumbles upon an emotionally distraught Katsuki in the agency locker room and is horrified by what he sees. What could have possibly happened to make his childhood friend this … broken?

[Rape/Non-Con | PTSD | Abuse | Self Harm | Addiction]

I Could Never Know A World Without You. by Kasplode( M |45,800+ | 9/? )

“Stay back, Deku.”

Izuku doesn’t listen. That decision leads to his death.

In a twist of fate that entwines him irrevocably with Katsuki, it turns out their time together isn’t over yet.

(OR: the bodysharing wonder duo AU where Izuku is kidnapped along with Katsuki, and the combination of unprecedented quirks leads to unexpected results.)

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | PTSD | Panic Attacks | Dissociation | Abuse]

Letting Go is the Ruffest Thing by SurelyHeavenWaits( T |5,541 | 1/1 )

For Bakugou Katsuki, storms bring change and never the good kind. Those howling winds and driving droplets of rain spell the end of an era for him, every single time.

Until this storm.

This storm brings Deku.

[PTSD]

[On Hiatus] Lost and found by Sad_Pawn( T |12,329+ | 6/? )

Katsuki is finally back after being taken by the League of Villains. However, he seems to have lost an important piece of himself. Can he recover without it?

Midoriya is so relieved that Kacchan is back and safe. But when he visits him, he immediately notices something is terribly, terribly wrong. Can he help restore his childhood friend's hope?

[PTSD | Panic Attacks]

Fix Me by goateyes( E | 8,901+ | 3/? )

After an important mission goes south Bakugo finds himself in the hospital suffering from a severe injury. His agency forces him to go to physical therapy where he meets his therapist Midoriya, love (and chaos) ensues.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | PTSD]

ghostin' by chaoticheroes( G |1,583 | 1/1 )

“I’m proud of you.”

“You’ve said that already, dumbass.”

“Yeah, well, I am. Proud of you, that is.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and tries to turn his head away but Izuku presses his hand to his cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. Izuku can’t see clearly but if he could, he knows Katsuki would be matching him with the same intensity that he’s known for. “I have every right to be proud of you. I love you. You having issues that are a little bigger than the both of us changes absolutely none of that, Kacchan.”

[PTSD]

The Bonds that bind by EloFromMars( E | 2,818 | 1/1 )

Izuku is excited, tonight is their anniversary. He had planned everything. Or so he thought.

[PTSD | Panic Attacks]

[On Hiatus] Routine by strawberryflavoring( M |1,714+ | 1/? )

Bakugou isn't good at handling himself, and Deku's been too busy to see him getting worse. So, as you'd probably expect, Bakugou flips shit.

[Rape/Non-Con | PTSD | Self Harm]

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🐾Night Terrors & New Beginnings - Part 9 (Pyro Connections)🐾

Izuku stayed with Dakota while Haruka left to go talk to Inko. Izuku still felt unsure of Haruka’s intentions, but also knew that he did not have much of a choice. So, he waited with his dragon while the therapist went to talk to his mother about taking Izuku to her cabin for some ‘extended treatment’ on his hand. As soon as Haruka left the room, Dakota had collapsed a little, her wounds, unable to hold her up any longer and Izuku had leaned down to support her. She was scared and in quite a lot of pain so, despite the fact that she was still uncomfortable with being this close to Izuku, she lay still as he held her half in and half out of his lap. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as she began to tremble. Izuku was shocked, he had always known her to be aggressive and confident and unbroken. Seeing her like this, vulnerable and weak, gave Izuku an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Haruka opened his bedroom door and Izuku tightened his hold on Dakota ever so slightly. Dakota glanced at Haruka and growled low in her throat, the fur on the back of her neck rising so that they poked Izuku in the arms a little bit.

“So, what did she say?” Izuku asked hesitantly. Haruka smiled genuinely and crouched down so that she could hold her hand out to Dakota, palm out.

“She said that it was alright just so long as we finish our therapy session by 10:30 pm at the latest so that she can go to pick you up.” Dakota did not lunge forward but she did open and snap her jaws shut as a warning. Haruka got the message and pulled her hand away, her smile fading a little.

“I also told her that I would be taking Dakota off of your hands for a bit since I am a qualified veterinarian,” Haruka said.

“What!?” Izuku’s eyes widened as he whipped his head around to look at her incredulously.

“You can’t take her away! I don’t even know you that well! I have no idea what your intentions are, especially since you have made it clear that you know what she really is!”

Dakota snarled from her place against the wall and pinned her ears flat against her head, another suffocating wave of fear washing over Izuku.

“She will only get worse if she doesn’t see a vet, Midoriya.”

“Yeah! Because you made her this way!” Izuku blurted out, placing his hands protectively over Dakota’s body.

Haruka’s face changed then, her eyes softening and her mouth opening in slight surprise.

“She showed you that memory?”

“What memory?”

“The memory of Dakota when she was fighting Emiko and me.”

“Who is Emiko? And what are you talking about?”

Haruka shook her head and smiled at Dakota. The dog just snarled in response.

“You had a quick period of time where you saw something that you have never seen before as if you were remembering a memory that you never experienced, right? That was Dakota, in a moment of really intense emotion, she accidentally sent you a memory that contained the base of that emotion, the origin.”

“How is that even possible? What are you talking about?” Izuku asked impatiently, his mind swirling with all of these ideas and realizations.

“Come to the cabin with me, bring Dakota, and I will explain everything. I promise.”

“And how do I know that your promise holds any weight at all?”

Haruka hesitated as she thought for a moment.

“Because I have a special creature in my life as well, a dragon who I would do anything for. A dragon who is my whole world and makes me who I am today. I understand your confusion and your fear and even your determination. Please, let me help you,” Haruka said, digging around in her pocket until she was able to produce a small bracelet with a keychain on it. A keychain of a white eagle. “Let us help you.”

Izuku looked up into Haruka’s eyes and saw the bright determination and what he desperately hoped was honesty in there. He couldn’t be sure, but it was enough that he was able to make a decision. He glanced down at Dakota who whined a little, but he lifted a hand and stroked her ear gently. He looked back at Haruka and nodded once.

_________________________________

Izuku and Haruka had hurried over to the cabin after that, Izuku carefully carrying a slightly trembling, slightly growling Dakota into the back of Haruka’s truck along with her make-shift bed, as it was made out of blankets that she was now familiar and comfortable with. During the entire car ride, nobody spoke and Dakota was too tired to keep up her act of snarling and growling all of the time, so she fell asleep with her chin resting on the door handle of the car door and her tail facing Izuku. Izuku just watched out the window to peer through the thickening darkness as they drove, desperately hoping that he wasn’t getting himself into something that was too much for him to handle.

Now, Izuku and Haruka sat in the warm coziness of her home, watching each other from opposite plush chairs, waiting for the other to start talking. Dakota had been situated on the floor by Izuku’s feet, her soft blankets pooling around his ankles. She was no longer growling but the fur on the back of her neck was still raised menacingly and her sharp eyes never left Haruka’s.

Finally, Haruka took a deep breath and whistled one low note into the living space. Izuku blinked in confusion and Dakota flicked an ear in annoyance but neither moved nor spoke. Everyone in the room waited for a moment before the fluttering of feathered wings caught Izuku’s attention so that he looked to one of the many open windows in the room where a gray eagle had just soared inside. The eagle beat the air around him rapidly with his large wings before he settled down calmly on Haruka’s shoulder. Haruka reached up and tickled under his chin, in which the bird raised his wings a little, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly as if he were smiling. He ruffled his feathers before settling down again, replacing his wings at his sides and turning his head to get a better look at Izuku and Dakota. Once the bird saw Dakota though, his joyful demeanor diminished a little and Izuku saw the bird tense, raising his wings just an inch so as to be prepared for a quick getaway should he need one.

“Are you ready to tell me the truth now?” Izuku asked quickly as he felt Dakota tense beside him, her gaze shifting to stare right at the eagle on Haruka’s shoulder in an aggressive challenge. He did not want a fight to break out between the animals.

“Yes, I am ready. I want to start off with an apology-”

“Please, save it,” Izuku cut her off. He wanted to remain respectful of Haruka since she was older than him but he was tired of the stalling. “Please just give me the answers.”

Haruka closed her mouth and nodded slowly before beginning again.

“Remember what I told you that mark on your hand was?”

“Yeah, you said it was a brand, a mark that dragons use to tag their prey for future reference. To survive even in the worst of situations by marking their next meal for when they are safe once more.”

Dakota sat bolt upright at that and let out a guttural snarl that reverberated around the room, making Izuku jump and the eagle on Haruka’s shoulder to let out a tense squawk.

“Well, as you can probably tell from Dakota’s reaction to that description, I told you wrong,” Haruka said.

“Why did you lie to me then?” Izuku asked.

“Because your mother was there and it was necessary at the time. I was unsure as to whether or not your dragon was dead due to the fact that you had been out of it at the hospital and you were in a lot of pain every time you came to my therapy sessions, and I did not want you to deal with the negative effects of that if it were true.”

“Why would I feel negative effects if the dragon who attacked me got killed in the process? And what do you mean by ‘my dragon’? I don’t own this dragon, and as soon as she is healed I plan on bringing her back out into the wild to live out the rest of her days as she pleases,” Izuku said. For some reason, he felt a pang of sadness both within him and in that weird distant way that he felt sometimes at the thought of parting with Dakota.

“You see, that’s the thing young Midoirya. I don’t think you remember the night that you were attacked very well because that mark on your hand is not a brand. It is a bond. And no matter the case, a bonded dragon will never attack the human with whom they are bonded to. I wasn’t there so I can’t be 100% sure, but I am certain that this is not just and open and shut case.”

“A bond?” Izuku asked, his eyes widening as he listened.

“Yes. A bond is something that occurs very rarely between a human and a dragon, it is something more precious than anything else in the world, and it can be the best thing that has ever happened to you in your life. But you have to cherish it, you have to nurture your connection and you have to try to understand it. Now, to really define a bond, it is a connection that is forged between dragon and human when one of each matches each other as equals in every sense of the way. This includes in the mind, in the heart, in power, in potential, etc. Despite this, a bond is only forged when they touch each other, in any situation and in any way, once they touch, if they are a perfect match, then a bond is solidified. A human and a dragon could technically be a bonded pair, but if they never touch they would never know, going about their whole lives as normal. But when you were ‘attacked’ you touched Dakota, and a bond was created, a bridge between your minds and your souls. That bond is signified by a symbol which appears wherever you first touch, which in your case was on Dakota’s forehead and your hand.”

Izuku felt light-headed. He couldn’t believe what he was actually hearing, a bond? How was that even possible? He wasn’t equal to this beast, a creature known for its intense physical prowess and renowned intelligence. And her power, the Night Fury is one of the most powerful dragons in the world, definitely the most feared, how did he even come close to her in any way?

“B-But b-but-”

“I know it sounds confusing and impossible,” Haruka cut across him. “I felt the same way about things when I first bonded to Cassian,” Haruka reached up and stroked the eagle’s head, one of his feathers sticking up as her fingers brushed over the soft material. “You are probably asking yourself, how does that work? How am I worthy? How am I equal to this creature in any way?”

Izuku couldn’t hide his slight surprise. He was impressed but also still very afraid and confused so he remained silent and let her continue.

“Trust me, Cassian in his full dragon form is huge, he is made of large bones that cover him all over his body and he is very powerful, especially since his skin and muscles have remained unharmed due to the protection his bones provide. It has allowed him to mature and grow, providing for his body in a way that has given him what is basically dragon super-strength. I bonded to him when I was about your age, I was at a friend’s house and this dragon was out hunting. My friend’s father was a dragon hunter and had a bunch of snares and traps set up around their house, which led to Cassian being caught in one of the wing snares in their backyard. Thankfully, his bones protected his wings from being destroyed, but he was still stuck. My friend’s father was very willing to go out and kill him, he was even showing me where to strike when I accidentally touched him on the side of the neck and felt the impact of the bond. Despite his dedication to his work, my friend’s father was close enough to me to be almost like my own father, and let him live for my sake.”

Izuku nodded as Haruka paused to take a drink from her water.

“The friend I am talking about is someone who I am still very close with, her name is Emiko, and she was the other woman who you saw in your vision, the one when we first met Dakota.”

Dakota bared her teeth but otherwise did not act.

“Emiko has a dragon too but they are not bonded to each other. Not all humans have a bonded pair and it is not a bad thing to not bond with a dragon. Just because you are not bonded does not mean that you can’t be close with a dragon, it just means that you are not as mentally involved, I guess. She has a female Hobblegrunt by the name of Kamereon, but we call her Kame for short.” (AN: This means chameleon in Japanese for those who don’t know!).

“So, what does that mean for us? Does this affect us physically? How does this relate to the visions that I’ve been having?”

Haruka smiled at the onslaught of questions and popped her knuckles.

“Well, some things you have already experienced. For example, the visions that you have been experiencing lately are what I explained earlier. They are memories that she accidentally sends to you when she is experiencing a very strong emotion. This is only possible because the bond forms a bridge between your minds, what she has experienced is something that you now have access to, and vice versa. I would not be surprised if she has also experienced these strange visions just with your own memories instead of hers. This ability will grow and develop until you can control which memories you send over as well as being able to convey present images rather than just past events. This ability is one of the most incredible as it is the most intimate between you and your dragon. Eventually, you may even be able to talk to your dragon using that bridge between your minds, and she may be able to respond back.”

“Wait, what? She will be able to speak Japenese?”

“Well not quite, she won’t be able to articulate those words physically as her vocal cords are physically unable to form words, it would be like a mouse learning to speak French, but she will be able to speak to you through that link in your minds. In other words, you will be able to speak and understand the dragon language, but you will only be able to do so mentally so that nobody around you will know. For example, in the future, you may be at the park with your friends, and you could be talking to them about some homework while also talking to your dragon right beside you without them ever even knowing. Of course, you would have to really practice the art of partial multitasking, as that is technically not possible, but you get what I’m saying, right?”

“I think so… God, this is insane…”

“I know, it is really hard to wrap your head around. I still can’t believe it sometimes, but you’ve been taking it really well so far. Would you be comfortable hearing some more?”

Izuku glanced at Dakota and she looked back up at him, her eyes glimmering slightly. He watched her for a moment and saw her just barely perceptible nod. He looked back to Haruka and nodded as well.

“Alright then. There are both benefits and deficits to being bonded to a dragon,” Haruka said. “For one, a deficit is that you can both feel everything about the other one. This includes pain, which is why you have been feeling so terrible lately. You have been feeling the pain of all of her injuries as well as her mentally depressed state which has been affecting you almost as much as her. This happens both ways though, if you injure yourself, such as break a bone, she will feel the pain of such as soon as it happens. The only reason that hasn’t been happening to you as severely lately is because of the medication I gave you which is designed for people who are bonded to dragons. I had to get it from a private holder though, as this society does not support people who are bonded to dragons. Picture it this way, Midoriya,” Haruka said, standing up abruptly and running around the couch to rummage in the closet that broke off from the main living space.

Suddenly, she came running back holding two mirrors, one in each hand. She ran back around the couch and placed both mirrors on the table so that they faced each other.

“This, Midoriya, is what a bond would look like inside your brain. Not exactly like this, of course, it is just a metaphor, but picture the bond as two mirrors that have opened up in each of your minds, one in yours and one in hers. These two mirrors are linked by a bridge which allows all of your thoughts, memories, and experiences to move across, but with the mirrors on either side, those ideas, and thoughts get reflected back into each other in a never-ending chain.”

Haruka then resituated the mirrors just slightly so that the lights from the lamps around them reflected off of them and bounced around the room.

“Even though this may seem confusing and even frustrating at times, it always shines the light of love and knowledge as you two are the only ones who truly know each other, and it will always be that way. You can become really close to someone, a parent, a spouse, a sibling, a friend, and they will never know you as well as that dragon and vice versa,” Haruka said, pointing a loose finger towards Dakota. Dakota growled but it wasn’t as aggressive as usual and her ears remained forward despite the signs of encroachment.

“Now I do want to clarify something,” Haruka said. “This is not part of her quirk. This is entirely something of nature, it is as natural as hunting or going to the bathroom and it has nothing to do with whatever power she has if she even has a quirk. For example, my quirk is bone manipulation which allows me to break, build and heal bones into whatever form I want. It is specifically called MaliBone but that does not matter for now. Cassian has a quirk called Scorpion Spear, which basically gives him the ability to separate the bone armor from his body and form it into many long bone tails that each contains a spearhead on the top, something that resembles a scorpion’s tail. Despite this, we are still able to perform tasks such as talking to each other through the bridge in our minds and allowing each other to see what the other can see. Anybody who hears about this kind of power thinks that I have some kind of telepathy power, which is simply untrue.”

“So, wait…” Izuku said as he thought for a moment. “If your quirk is bone manipulation, and you broke Dakota’s leg, does that mean you can heal it as well?”

Haruka looked down at Dakota and smiled as the dog immediately stopped growling low in her throat and perked her ears in Haruka’s direction.

“Yes, I can. I do want to apologize for hurting you earlier, Dakota, I didn’t want to but I panicked when you attacked my dragon. Hopefully, now you both understand why that panic came over me but I understand that it has caused you quite a lot of pain and I did not mean for that to be the case. I will heal your leg, but I can’t promise you that it won’t hurt when I do so.”

Dakota pinned her ears again, but not as aggressively, before she gave a dejected nod in Haruka’s direction. Haruka beamed anyway and closed her eyes.

“Alright, I will snap your bone back together again on that count of three.”

Izuku placed a reassuring hand on Dakota’s head and weakly smiled at Haruka as his way of giving her the okay.

“Ready?”

Both Izuku and Dakota nodded.

“THREE!”

Dakota yelped loudly and Izuku jumped as he heard the bone snap back together, as if it were a rubber band being brought back to its relaxed state after being held taut.

“Haruka! You said on the count of three!” Izuku called out as he leaned down to examine Dakota, her teeth bared at the bone hero.

“Yeah, and I said three! I am sorry, it was a bad joke but I have discovered that apprehension is the worst form of anxiety. When I did it unexpectedly, Dakota didn’t have time to build up her stress about the action.”

Dakota snarled again but did not advance. She glanced down at her paw and rotated it experimentally. When seemingly no pain struck her, she tested putting some weight on it while still remaining laying down. When she was able to put weight on it without any pain, she gingerly stood up and placed all four paws squarely on the floor. She began to walk around. Then she started to trot. Finally, she was bolting around the house, zipping in between chairs and leaping over tables.

“There you go! Feeling better now?” Haruka asked.

Dakota stopped running around, her mouth parted slightly in a small smile. She looked right at Haruka, her ears raised and straining forward, and then dipped her head with her eyes closed. The small bow only lasted for a moment but it made Haruka absolutely glow with pride.

“I want to do one last thing for you, Dakota,” Haruka said, turning around and moving out of the living room, Dakota tilted her head in the direction on Haruka’s retreating back.

Haruka came back moments later with another woman in tow. Izuku recognized the woman immediately as Emiko from his vision earlier.

“Midoriya and Dakota, this is my good friend Emiko, the one with the Hobblegrunt dragon! I told her to come over but I had her wait outside just in case things didn’t go as planned. She is here to turn your dog back into a dragon.”

“Wait, she can do that?” Izuku asked, his eyes wide with fascination.

“Well, it was my quirk that turned the dragon into a dog in the first place. Hello, my name is Emiko and my quirk is called Metamorphosis. It is simply a quirk that allows me to transform anything I touch into something else just so long as I know the structure of atoms within that object or organism. It helps me build things from scratch. I am sorry for turning your dragon into a dog, we were being attacked and it was the only thing I could think of to make the situation less dangerous for everyone,” Emiko said.

“It’s alright,” Izuku said, reaching down to absentmindedly stroke Dakota’s ear.

“Here,” Emiko said, leaning down and holding out her hand for Dakota to smell. Dakota hesitated and growled at first, but then slowly approached Emiko after some gentle nudging from Izuku. Dakota sniffed Emiko’s hand and then backed away, her ears pinned.

“Let’s go outside, I can turn her back out there so that she doesn’t destroy the house,” Emiko said, standing up slowly and pointing one long, slender finger towards the back door.

Dakota began to trot towards that door, her tail bouncing slightly behind her and Emiko followed. Izuku and Haruka glanced at each other before they too made their way out the door and into the large, unfenced backyard. Dakota had a small bounce in her step as she walked, her leg feeling much better after the bone was rehealed, but she was keeping her distance, snapping her jaws a little when Haruka tried to come near.

Finally, the group stopped near the back of the large field in Haruka’s backyard, Dakota sitting down in the tall grass and everyone else forming a small circle around her. Emiko took a step forward and leaned down once more, holding out her hand again for Dakota to smell. Dakota bared her teeth but still leaned forward to sniff the hand before leaning back and sitting up straight, every muscle in her body, tense. Emiko took a shaky deep breath and then stood up and shuffled over to Dakota’s side, her palm facing outward and her fingertips glowing a soft golden. Moving very slowly so as to avoid spooking the dragon, Emiko pressed her fingers against Dakota’s soft black fur and closed her eyes. The transformation was quick but also very interesting; Izuku watched with almost disturbing fascination as Dakota’s body lengthened and widened, her face changing from the narrow face of a German Shepherd to the widened face of a Night Fury. Her sides and back widened, the fur parting and falling off before disappearing into the grass, surprisingly soft black scales replacing the fur. Large, leathery black wings unfolded from her sides and spread out, the joints popping satisfyingly as if they had been cramped for a long time. Once the transformation was complete, Dakota stood up and shook herself, spreading her wings even more and yawning widely so that her white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Dakota then resituated herself, tucking her wings at her sides and tilting her head so that she could stare right at the people in front of her, her striking blue eyes sharpening on Izuku. Izuku took a deep breath and took one step forward.

“Hello Dakota, how do you feel?”

Dakota watched him for a second longer before baring her teeth and flattening her ears a little. Izuku took a step forward and raised his hand to touch her muzzle.

“Dakota? What are you-”

Quick as a flash, Dakota suddenly raised her wings and forced them down towards the ground, her body rushing up into the air with the impact from the wind under her wings.

“Dakota! Wait!” Izuku said, rushing forward. He didn’t know what he meant to do, or even why he wanted her to stay but he ran forward to do something, touch her maybe, but ended up only grasping air. He looked up to see Dakota flap her wings quickly, beating the air around her enthusiastically with a joyful roar before she soared off and away from the group of people on the ground. Izuku watched her fly away, waiting for her to turn around and look at him, or angle her wings so that she could circle back to them. But she just kept flying, faster and farther away from them, from him, without looking back. Izuku watched and waited until she had been swallowed up by the darkness of the deepening night.

[lolas-writings]

Ahh I’m so sorry that happened! But here’s me, asking for your project details again lol

(Man I hate Tumblr a lot these days... Copy and paste here we go) 

Oh buddy, you’re getting a real treat today. I’m putting this under a cut because it’ll be quite long. Enjoy!! All songs have a link included so you can listen to them. (Here’s a preview)

Ships Included:

DabiHawks

TodoDeku

ShinDeku

(Very possible TodoShinDeku)

Single Character Studies Included:

Dabi/Touya

Shouto

(Villain) Izuku

Ship Based Fics:

What A Time (Trilogy):

For this one, I won’t give too much detail because it’s already being written but I will give the general overview

A Hawks Betrayal and Dabi/Touya Rehabilitation concept. Also a mix between a ship based fic and a character study of Dabi

Part 1: [Already posted!! Read here if you’d like] Deals with the immediate aftermath of Hawks betraying the league and getting them all arrested. From Dabi’s POV (the entire trilogy is in Dabi’s POV) he begins to question his and Hawks’ relationship while Hawks is a mere ten feet away acting like they don’t even acknowledge each other’s existence. Maybe 65% angst due to present times and 35% fluff due to flashbacks

Part 2: A few months after Dabi began his rehabilitation. Discusses his therapy, goes into more detail about what exactly the rehabilitation program entails, and Dabi has a major breakdown due to an unexpected visit from Hawks. 100% angst, there is no happiness in this installment.

Part 3: About a year and a half after the league was arrested and Dabi Touya began his rehabilitation. He’s doing a lot better, both mentally and physically, and is slowly accepting his new life. Hawks in under major fire in the news, and Touya decides maybe it’s finally time to talk things out. I’m estimating about 25% angst and 75% fluff for this installment because I’m putting these boys through the wringer, they deserve to be soft. (Also, happy ending guaranteed)

Before You Go:

A childhood friends AU where Keigo and Touya are part of the same hero program. They become good friends and are practically inseparable until Touya has a training accident and is presumed dead (by accidental suicide).

I’ve actually already talked about this in much more detail in this post here so you can just read that. That post is also quite long

Rewrite the Stars:

I’m gonna call out @call1998​ because I just woke up one day, sent her this song, and said that it’s such a DabiHawks song. And then we created a fantastic soulmate AU together so she helped co-create this idea <3

So, as I said, this is a soulmate AU, but DabiHawks are not each other’s soulmate.

Hawks met his soulmate back when they were kids. Merely 12 years old and under the commission’s care because they were both part of their hero program. Hawks was the one to notice first, getting excited when he met his soulmate and wanting to get to know him. But they only got that one day together, because the next day his soulmate was gone and never to be heard from again. The commission had him believe that his soulmate moved to America and entered a different specialized program, but Hawks finds out the truth when he’s around 20 years old and snooping around the commission. He finds old files that they wanted buried, and he learns the commission actually killed his soulmate because they saw them as weaknesses, and since Hawks was the “better specimen” he was allowed to live.

Dabi’s soulmate is an abuser who works for the commission. And since Dabi is Touya, of course, he grew up watching his mother be abused by her own soulmate and thought “oh hell no.” After Dabi meets his soulmate and realizes how abusive he is (not only to him but also the wife and kids his soulmate already has) Dabi tricks him into believing Dabi actually likes him. When he’s able to, he brings his soulmate back to the league and has him turned into a Nomu, because while he’s an abusive piece of shit, his quirk is really powerful and could be of use to the league.

Now, for the DabiHawks part. Their relationship is more of a friends with benefits ordeal, but of course they wind up falling in love eventually. They never mention their soulmates until one day, after a mission left them both tired, Hawks decides to confess. He’s sitting behind Dabi, applying a special salve to the fresh burns that Dabi can’t reach himself because he can’t bring himself to confess if he’s able to be seen. When his feelings are finally out in the open, the only thing Dabi asks is “What about your soulmate?” Hawks recognizes it’s not a flat out rejection so some of the tension in his shoulders dissipates, and he tells Dabi how they met when they were just kids and how cruel the commission is for killing him off, solely to groom the perfect hero.

And Dabi? He’s vulnerable and hesitant, because the man he was supposed to “end up with” was a garbage piece of human trash, so he’s reluctant. And self deprecating, because he doesn’t believe he deserves to be loved. So he tells Hawks about how he killed his soulmate, omitting the very important fact that his soulmate was abusive just like his father was to his mother. And he uses it to try and drive Hawks away. But the thing is, Hawks knows that Dabi is a critical thinker and wouldn’t act without reason, that all of his actions have a purpose. So after that night, he searches. They don’t touch again, either, their meetings reverting back to being strict information swaps, but it only drives Hawks to uncover the truth. And he finds it, and he even remembers who Dabi’s soulmate was because he was one of the people in charge of the program that Hawks grew up in. But he keeps it to himself, he has to make sense of things first.

Then one night comes, where Hawks just has to let Dabi know, let him know that he’s not the bad guy he’s trying to paint himself to be. But when Hawks reveals what he knows, Dabi just tries to deny everything, because he truly doesn’t want to talk about this. And then he snaps, yells at Hawks about how he witnessed the abuse his mother went through, how his father broke her in more ways than one, how he vowed to never allow someone to do the same to him. That he accepted the fact that he was meant to wind up alone after he killed his soulmate because the universe is a cruel place to once kind people.

Hawks is having none of that, though. He stops Dabi, tells him he doesn’t have to be alone anymore, that they’re not explicitly tied to “fate” anymore and can in fact rewrite their own story. It takes a lot of back and forth between them, but ultimately Hawks’ end goal is convincing Dabi that they, the two of them who no longer have a soulmate, are no longer tied to whatever fate was “chosen” for them. That they’re free to go their own route, carve out their own lives how they see fit. And eventually, Dabi gives in, because in truth they both know that they love each other, so why not give it a go?

More Hearts Than Mine/Like We Used To (duology):

Okay, this duology is centered around both Shindeku and Tododeku and in the end one of y’all is gonna hate me and I’m okay with that. As a multishipper, it is so hard for me to chose which ship gets tanked in the end I’m so sorry. ((But honestly, I high key have thought about ending it with all three of them being in a poly relationship and like, ya girl likes poly. It’ll most likely happen to be completely honest))

Also, quirkless AU!!

MHTM: This is the first half of the duology. In this half, it depicts the rise and eventual fall of Izuku’s initial relationship (either with Hitoshi or Shouto, it’s so far undecided). They get together, fall in love, and genuinely have a good relationship, but it all goes downhill when they eventually have to break up due to different life interests and Izuku’s boyfriend having to move away for a few years. They knew long distance wouldn’t work, so they decided to end the relationship, and this fic ends with the aftermath of their breakup and how not only Izuku, but also his mother and step father are hurt by the breakup.

LWUT: In the second half of this duology, this fic will be from the perspective of whichever boyfriend had to end things with Izuku. He returns from his travels a few years later, but he doesn’t tell Izuku just yet. Instead, he’s trying to deal with being back and constantly reminiscing what once was. One day, while getting coffee, he sees Izuku and his new boyfriend sitting at a corner booth and overall acting very in love. And it hurts, seeing Izuku with someone else, and he gets jealous. But as the fic continues, he eventually comes to terms with the fact that him and Izuku did fall in love, but at the wrong time and while they may not ever get a chance again, he just hopes Izuku is happy with his new boyfriend. (And then they meet again at that same coffee shop, and Izuku realizes his first love is back in town and invites him to sit with them. And he does, and it’s awkward, but when Izuku’s current boyfriend leaves to use the restroom, he tells Izuku that he’s glad he found someone. And this is only the beginning of the start of all three dating because while writing this out I’ve decided, yea, I like happy endings too much so they all three fall in love.)

Single Character Study Fics:

King for a Day (warning, kind of screamo):

Dabi/Touya character study.

He’s already a villain at this point, and this fic would be a character study of his feelings throughout his mental collapse, his rise as Dabi, and his thirst for revenge.

I actually don’t have as much for this idea compared to some of the other songs on here, but the basic outline is almost your standard “Touya died then became Dabi, his mental stability is compromised, and his primary goal is bringing down Endeavor”. This song is actually more of a “hey this fits a story that already exists” than using it to create one, that’s why I don’t have much on it.

I do, however, want to share my favorite line that I’ve matched with a scene. “Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in piece.” Dabi says this to Endeavor because he believes he deserves to live the rest of his life rotting away in prison, but he has to kill Endeavor to make sure he gets punished. Since Endeavor is rich and famous, he could probably get out of prison with minimal damage to his reputation and life, and what would be the point then? So Dabi believes he has to die.

Modern Loneliness:

Shouto character study.

The title alone I think suits Shouto fairly well, but if you listen to the song it’s about felling alone in a room full of people. About not knowing how to connect to others. The first line alone is very much in line with Shouto. “I’ve been thinking ‘bout my father lately, the person that he made me, the person I’ve become.” I don’t even need to tell you why that line fits so well.

So this fic would be centered around the time the UA students move into the dorms, because I feel that Shouto would still be wary and not understand how to truly connect with his classmates. In the end, eventually he’d come to find that it takes two to put in the effort a relationship requires, and though it’s new and scary, he’s willing to do it.

Let Me Be Myself:

Another Shouto character study.

Again, the title alone already very heavily aligns with Shouto’s character. And, as we all already know, Shouto hates when people compare him to his father or only acknowledge him as his father’s son, and this song is about being allowed to break free from past restraints in order to live your life how you see fit.

With Izuku’s help, Shouto is able to come to this realization sooner and grow the confidence needed to finally fight back and regain control of his own life.

Lovely:

Villain!Deku character study.

I’m not even gonna lie, I saw that multiple people have done animatics of this exact concept and it’s very intriguing to me. I’ve never written villain Izuku so I think it’d be interesting to explore that kind of mindset.

That being said, I just wrote down “villain Deku = lovely” in my phone’s notes and never actually plotted anything so I have nothing more to share on this

And that’s it so far!! Realistically, I probably won’t get around to all of these, and it would take me forever to actually make a dent in this, but I’m having a lot of fun with this project. Also, these don’t go into nearly as much depth as my notes, because I basically annotate these songs in order to create an outline so, this is like the lite version.