#— ofdetonation | i’m a stormy ocean but you get me. you let me blossom in the dark

[arch-lightbaund]

@ofdetonation asked:

before shoto can do or say anything, katsuki strategically wedges himself into the other's cooler side - and he doesn't seem to plan on moving, even as uncomfortable as he looks. (perhaps the warming weather was becoming just a bit much for the blond, considering the nature of his nitroglycerin-like sweat and its strength in hotter conditions.)

tw: memories of child abuse

Friendship came in many shapes and forms. Acts of service, quality time, physical touch, were only a few ways to transmit one's emotions, to discreetly expose what rested within one's heart. For Shoto and Katsuki it was none — or better say, all of the above. Their relationship was hard to define from the very start, and maybe there was no need to, when words occasionally failed to describe the complexity of their still-forming bond. What was to simply experience a moment, to give up on reason, and trust one's self to somebody else, was another step Shoto had taken in his given chance to start anew, a step he owed a few certain people, including the blond, who had a talent to adding mystery in every single of his actions ( and interactions ). This moment was a typical example, where such behavior couldn't be explained by logic, or sentiment.

Being physically touched, once was a boundary Shoto wouldn't allow anyone to cross. His body had known violence for the biggest part of his life. Being touched gently, with no intention to harm, belonged to a past he had nearly forgotten about, a past he recently began to remember — the time in his life when he wouldn't look at his mother and fear of hurting her. Part of that fear hadn't yet faded, and those forgotten memories of affection were only beginning to take their proper place inside his mind, as if to remind him, over and over again, his body was his own, and not his own touch, or that of the people he trusted, would cause any more pain.

Bakugo didn't need verbal reassurance to get closer, since the blond had a way of knowing him in ways he still struggled to understand ( and because there was no chance he'd ask for anything, but demand and earn what he wished for ). A minor violation of his personal space, choosing one of his sides to lean on, didn't surprisingly trigger any of Shoto's instincts to protect himself. The opposite, really. His presence, was accompanied by a sense of SAFETY. Safety of a different kind he'd experience for the first time. Relief flooded within him, as if this moment could wash away part of the pain to have melded with his bones. A sign Shoto had grown, and so had his friend, who seemed to indirectly accept his company — but again, there wasn't any point in understanding his motive, but take in and appreciate this precious and rare moment. He remained still, not wanting to bother the other, and before he knew it, his eyes had closed and his breathing had slowed down. He had dozed off.

[knightinoldarmor]

@ofdetonation wanted to break my heart and did it with success and asked:

“please don’t go” / for shouto, make me cry

send “please don’t go” to hold my muse while they die.

In your last moments, your whole life flashes before your eyes, they said. For Shoto, it was Bakugo he'd stare at, and he wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. The blond was the only one strong enough to look him directly in the eyes, as he'd let out his last breath. The only one able to shoulder the weight of his loss. It was him, who despite the difficulties, could break through every barrier. The one who wouldn’t break — not because he couldn’t, but because he chose to look at the world differently. A view where defeat and despair could only be the spark towards victory and understanding. Not his death, nor anything, could move his heart off balance. Or so he thought.

A fog had taken over his mind, in a rush to find the things he wanted to say. A pointless struggle, when he hadn't the time nor the clarity to concentrate. Not when he'd lose consciousness little by little, as if slowly fading from existence. So many things he wished his family and friends knew. But it was too late, and regret shouldn’t be the last he felt. Crimson hues were pinned on him, a gaze whose intensity would have been powerful enough to keep him bound to his body forever, if possible. As if piercing right through him, in an attempt to anchor his soul to this world. One that wasn't meant to last long.

He was familiar to the darkness. For how many years he used to wander, in the search of himself, of the hope and reason that'd give his existence meaning? Meaning, other than being born to serve as a tool for revenge. A role he became a prisoner to, blinding him with the same hatred to haunt his father and his brother. For so long, he'd avert his gaze from the light, believing it to be something he shouldn't reach for. Undeserving of love and kindness he'd think he was. Undeserving of the warmth of an EMBRACE.

Yet, in the embrace of a friend he'd die. How ironic. In the arms of a friend to have always been a beacon to guide him. “ It's alright. ” A smile he'd wear for the first and last time, one of absolute bliss, was written on his face. He didn’t want to die. But to know he had lived before he left, lived as the person he wished to become, the hero to save his family, was a gift he never thought he'd carry with him in the next life. “ I was lost for so long. I thought I'd forever be. ” Scared and tired, he used to be. “ But I discovered who I was. I found happiness. ” He had found the light. A light that’d rest within him, warming his heart, melting the ice he had wrapped himself with. And that light, had now begun to tremble. He wouldn’t be afraid, when a darkness of a different kind would surround him.

It was getting harder to breathe. His hand reached to cup the blond’s face. “ You were always there. All the way. I know it. ” Like an angel watching over him, aware of his struggles and pain, not intervening, only with subtle acts of kindness, but always staying close, in case he was needed. “ Thank you, Katsuki. For everything. ” His eyes lost focus. He could feel the drops falling on his face, as his senses began to fade. When did it start raining? The scent of wet ground reached him — one last comfort he always was fond of.

“ I like rain. ”

[knightinoldarmor]

*coughs*

every todobaku scene 72/?

[a-lightbaund]

mains tag drop

Midoriya Izuku (withsorrowandregret)

— withsorrowandregret | look at the stars — look how they shine for you and everything you do.

— izuku & shoto (withsorrowandregret) | for you i'd bleed myself dry — don't you know i love you so?

Yaoyorozu Momo (ofsavior)

— ofsavior | today and all of your days i'll wear your pain — heal what i can in your troubled mind.

— momo & shoto (ofsavior) | i breathe you in so sweet and powerful — like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs.

Bakugo Katsuki (ofdetonation)

— ofdetonation | i’m a stormy ocean but you get me. you let me blossom in the dark.

— katsuki & shoto (ofdetonation) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide.

Uraraka Ochako (ofstowaways)

— ofstowaways | she's infinite as the universe she holds inside.

— ochako & shoto (ofstowaways) | you are beautiful as endless. i will hold you close till no space lies in between.

[arch-lightbaund]

tag drop #4

Midoriya Izuku (withsorrowandregret)

— withsorrowandregret | look at the stars — look how they shine for you and everything you do

Yaoyorozu Momo (ofsavior)

— izuku & shoto (withsorrowandregret) | for you i'd bleed myself dry — don't you know i love you so?

Midoriya Izuku (roguesenses)

— midoriya izuku (roguesenses) | you say i won't be lost forever. and soon i wouldn't feel like i'm haunted — like i'm falling

— izuku & shoto (roguesenses) | came to you with a broken faith. gave me more than a hand to hold. could you take care of a broken soul?

— v. wish (roguesenses) | bring me a dream. make him the cutest that i've ever seen. then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

— v. crack (roguesenses) | his eyes remind me of the green onions in my favorite soba

— ofsavior | today and all of your days i'll wear your pain — heal what i can in your troubled mind

— momo & shoto (ofsavior) | i breathe you in so sweet and powerful — like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs

Bakugo Katsuki (ofdetonation)

— ofdetonation | i’m a stormy ocean but you get me. you let me blossom in the dark

— katsuki & shoto (ofdetonation) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide

Uraraka Ochako (ofgravitation)

— ofgravitation | she's infinite as the universe she holds inside

— ochako & shoto (ofgravitation) | you are beautiful as endless. i will hold you close till no space lies in between

[knightinoldarmor]

@ofdetonation asked:

stares at shouto. hums. “yer hair’s not sitting right.” there were a few rogue strands that happen to mix the wrong way, enough for someone as observant as katsuki to notice; he makes an effort to nudge the strands back to place, focus unrelenting until he is satisfied. (he could be using it as an excuse to mess with shouto’s hair, but how is anyone to know for sure?) “‘s better. don’tcha ever notice this shit? you should.”

He'd be standing frozen for a while now, one reason being for Bakugo to do what he wanted with his hair ( how could he ever protest ? ) and the second was the impact of the shock.

This would probably be the first time he'd look at the blond's face from up this close. He'd discover a different view of his eyes, of the crimson fire that'd burn, even quietly, right in front of him. An interesting sight, one he wouldn't take his eyes off for as long as he could. He believed he wouldn't have another chance, not any time soon, to casually be this close to him and observe the details he usually failed to notice. Come to think of it, had Bakugo always been shorter than him? Probably. Not that height mattered in one's standing.

Did his hair look that bad? He didn't think so, taking note of the perfectionist the other was. Another feature of his classmate worth admiring. His attention to detail and the effort he'd put to achieve the best possible outcome. A true hero, aiming for the top. A friend to inspire Shoto to give his all to surpass him, to be the best version of himself. Not that the same passion for rivalry and self-improvement applied to all aspects of their daily life. He still didn't understand what made his hair so disturbing for Bakugo to intervene. “ I'd need a mirror for that. ” He'd fix his hair whenever given the chance, but he usually hadn't any trouble with how he looked.

The moment was somehow familiar to him, but he struggled at first to put his finger on how. The times he'd be this close to someone, completely relaxed in one's care, were very few. He was suddenly reminded of his mother. The fuzzy image of her fixing his hair, while his younger self would sit on her lap. In no chance, Shoto had ever imagined he'd associate Bakugo with her in some way.

“ You'd make a great parent. ”

[knightinoldarmor]

— main tag drop ( @ofdetonation )

— ofdetonation | i’m a stormy ocean but you get me. you let me blossom in the dark

— katsuki & shoto (ofdetonation) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide

[knightinoldarmor]

@ofdetonation asked:

katsuki makes himself surprisingly comfortable right up next to shouto’s right side as soon as all others leave the area; he positions himself so he’s able to sprawl out on the rest of the couch while using the other boy as a backrest, casually browsing videos on his phone as though this was completely normal. weary crimson only half-heartedly glares up at shouto if he dares to even question the motive, not providing a verbal answer. (in truth, it happens that he was in the right mood for such nonchalant contact; maybe it had something to do with his half-asleep state?)

The silence they shared was a comforting one. Not often the two would get to spend their time like this — just them, both absorbed in whatever thoughts might have taken over their mind. For Shoto, it was today’s training, reviewing his progress and persistent shortcomings, and the upcoming date to visit his mother, that’d make his heart buzz with impatience and excitement. What a different turn his life had taken. Only a few months ago, he'd follow a path of loneliness and self-destruction, where a single moment had been the one to change him. This was now the beginning of the life he had chosen for himself, one with his friends and family to surround him. He was grateful, for every new feeling he’d discover through them. For being by his side, in every step he'd take in the race of pursuing his dreams.

An important friend was laying against him right at this moment, as if unintentionally wanting to remind him of what really mattered, as if meaning with this behavior to pull him out of the daily routine to have been using up every last of his energy. With a gentle smile he’d greet him, one he owed to the moment of peace his presence had brought, and the closeness they didn’t often share.

Bakugo was unpredictable in many ways. It was nearly impossible to see through him, the blond failing very rarely to keep up the flawless image he had built of himself. Only one to observe him closely, would get to witness the layers to uncover behind his psyche. An endless clash of opposites, he’d be. Loud, or incredibly silent. Cruel, yet incredibly kind on the inside. Ambitious, but humble when praised. Selfish he’d appear, when discreet acts of selflessness would be ones to define him. A villain-like behavior, with the heart of a real HERO to guide him forward. This would be one of these moments. An opening to discovering a different side of him, one still difficult to comprehend. Was it accidental, the result of exhaustion, or was it a different case? Was Bakugo trying to convey a message ?

[a-lightbaund]

*smiles, for some unknown reason?*

*stares from all directions*

[a-lightbaund]

@ofdetonation wanted to break my heart and did it with success and asked:

“please don’t go” / for shouto, make me cry

send “please don’t go” to hold my muse while they die.

In your last moments, your whole life flashes before your eyes, they said. For Shoto, it was Bakugo he’d stare at, and he wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way. The blond was the only one strong enough to look him directly in the eyes, as he’d let out his last breath. The only one able to shoulder the weight of his loss. It was him, who despite the difficulties, could break through every barrier. The one who wouldn’t break — not because he couldn’t, but because he chose to look at the world differently. A view where defeat and despair could only be the spark towards victory and understanding. Not his death, nor anything, could move his heart off balance. Or so he thought.

A fog had taken over his mind, in a rush to find the things he wanted to say. A pointless struggle, when he hadn’t the time nor the clarity to concentrate. Not when he’d lose consciousness little by little, as if slowly fading from existence. So many things he wished his family and friends knew. But it was too late, and regret shouldn’t be the last he felt. Crimson hues were pinned on him, a gaze whose intensity would have been powerful enough to keep him bound to his body forever, if possible. As if piercing right through him, in an attempt to anchor his soul to this world. One that wasn’t meant to last long.

He was familiar to the darkness. For how many years he used to wander, in the search of himself, of the hope and reason that’d give his existence meaning? Meaning, other than being born to serve as a tool for revenge. A role he became a prisoner to, blinding him with the same hatred to haunt his father and his brother. For so long, he’d avert his gaze from the light, believing it to be something he shouldn’t reach for. Undeserving of love and kindness he’d think he was. Undeserving of the warmth of an EMBRACE.

Yet, in the embrace of a friend he’d die. How ironic. In the arms of a friend to have always been a beacon to guide him. “ It’s alright. ” A smile he’d wear for the first and last time, one of absolute bliss, was written on his face. He didn’t want to die. But to know he had lived before he left, lived as the person he wished to become, the hero to save his family, was a gift he never thought he’d carry with him in the next life. “ I was lost for so long. I thought I’d forever be. ” Scared and tired, he used to be. “ But I discovered who I was. I found happiness. ” He had found the light. A light that’d rest within him, warming his heart, melting the ice he had wrapped himself with. And that light, had now begun to tremble. He wouldn’t be afraid, when a darkness of a different kind would surround him.

It was getting harder to breathe. His hand reached to cup the blond’s face. “ You were always there. All the way. I know it. ” Like an angel watching over him, aware of his struggles and pain, not intervening, only with subtle acts of kindness, but always staying close, in case he was needed. “ Thank you, Katsuki. For everything. ” His eyes lost focus. He could feel the drops falling on his face, as his senses began to fade. When did it start raining? The scent of wet ground reached him — one last comfort he always was fond of.

“ I like rain. ”