the-real-dynamight

[the-real-dynamight]

She keeps doing that.

Momo. Pressing soft kisses to his face, murmuring words as soft as silk, dispelling all his insecurities like shadows, ugly little shadows cast far away by the golden warmth of the sun.

Like he's more than those ugly shadows, the ones that wrap around him, too tight to breathe, armor that he's scared to take off.

Was scared.

But now her arms are around him instead, like ribbons, curling securely, growing like vines, until he's adorned in the scarlet velvet of her love poured out in unhesitating strokes.

Her chin on the top of his head feels like protection, a shield, and he tucks himself further into the smooth curve of her neck, breath warm and faint on her skin. Eyes closed. At peace.

Arms winding around her waist, not in possession, but in reassurance. She's choosing to stay, and so's he.

He draws back and his rough, warm hands frame Momo's cheeks, washed in moonlight.

"...Hold still."

He says softly, leaning forward.

A kiss so soft it trembles, breath brushing away the hair that had slipped free from her usual styling... And yet so sure it stays on like a signature.

Not quite at her lips, but nearly. He holds that kiss to the edge of her mouth for a long moment before pulling back, nestling himself once more into her as though he can dissolve, little by little, into her. Live in that precious peace.

"... I'll learn. How to say it properly."

Bakugo-san,

You may not always use the most refined language, but I think your passion is admirable.

I hope you know that, despite our differences, I’ve always considered you one of the strongest among us.

— @inkandsilk

"Refined language". Guess you want me to talk the way I was raised?

Hah.

Only difference between us is that you actually give a damn what people think. ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.

And uh, for what it's worth, you ain't too bad yourself.

[the-real-dynamight]

*the gen ed student you gave to recovery girl soon went missing*

*the person had stab wounds..it was not a quirk...someone stabbed that person...*

@class-president-a

Katsuki wasn't worried—

At least, that's what he'd tried to convince himself.

But the image of those marks on the other student's body kept returning. Worrying. Jarring. Violent.

After class he goes to the infirmary, hoping to ask the student a few questions now that they weren't paralyzed with fear.

...But the clinical atmosphere was silent. Empty.

Katsuki looks around, eyes narrowing.

"where the hell...?"

[the-real-dynamight]

Katsuki leans his head against Momo's, glasses slipping down his nose as he angles himself closer to the brush of her lips.

He's...quiet.

The glowing embers of a fire that's burned and blazed and raged for so very long, settling into the ashes– Not extinguished, but gathering warmth before it can catch again.

His voice is a breathy murmur, lowering as he sinks into the soft comfort of half-dozing against someone you know is going to catch you.

"...I like when you do that."

He confesses, lips curling at the edges like paper, a note read a hundred times, opened and refolded and always holding the same precious contents.

It isn't at all what he'd expected.

Mostly he'd figured that his words would twist and tangle behind his teeth and he'd never really make it to this point, a moment where he can curl against Momo's side and run his fingertips over her own and close his eyes, feeling home at last.

It's so much better than he expected.

"...Mm, it is. Perfect, I mean."

He lets their knees bump together, light, just a reminder that she's got him, all of him, for as long as she could want.

"...Hey, listen. I..."

He trails off, words sliding into slow, even breaths, until it almost sounds as though he's asleep. He's slow, steady, and he still stutters faintly when he pushes those fragile, fluttering, spindly thoughts into words, words that have to sail across the minimal gap between them and settle on the knit of Momo's sweater.

The words are hard to pull out, but deep inside him. Like diamonds begging to rise to the surface and display, glittering, all his brilliant care for her.

"... I dunno how to tell you how much you mean. Like– Everything, Peaches."

Bakugo-san,

You may not always use the most refined language, but I think your passion is admirable.

I hope you know that, despite our differences, I’ve always considered you one of the strongest among us.

— @inkandsilk

"Refined language". Guess you want me to talk the way I was raised?

Hah.

Only difference between us is that you actually give a damn what people think. ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.

And uh, for what it's worth, you ain't too bad yourself.

[the-real-dynamight]

(Out of character:) Omggggg Iida's gonna kill him nowwww (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

HAHA just kidding- hopefully. Anyway I just wanted to say hiii + your characterization is so good (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

*a gen ed student ran in the hallways all scared and they see a hero student, it was bakugo, they then ran directly to bakugo and they said one thing before collapsing*

[student: h-help]

@class-president-a

"G-geez!"

Katsuki catches the student, just barely propping them up before they hit the floor. His eyes narrow, rapidly flicking over the student to check for injuries.

"The hell happened to you?? Who are you, anyway?"

[the-real-dynamight]

... She'd taken him seriously.

He'd known, in his heart of hearts, so carefully guarded, that she wouldn't brush him aside. She'd see through the curtains of his exterior to what he really meant.

His name, the encapsulation of everything he was, spoken so gently, so...weightedly from her lips. It made his heart thump and his head spin.

Good.

Everyone else could be addressed kindly, respectfully. But not quite like this. Not so closely as a first name.

It's like giving her a talisman, the only thing that keeps him alive. As though he's putting his soul in her hands as a simple word. He's not afraid, if it's her.

But all he says is, "okay."

I don’t know if I like seeing you with that stupid explosion boy. Or Endeavor’s son, for that matter. It makes me itch… it makes me feel… jealous. You’re supposed to be mine, and you don’t know it yet. Those boys don’t know how to treat a girl as special as you. But I’ll make you see.

…I don’t know who you are, but I’d caution you not to underestimate me. I’m not some fragile flower for you to covet from afar.

You may think you know what’s best, but affection isn’t something that can be claimed or forced, it’s something earned, gently, and with respect.

Please be mindful of your words next time. I hope this was simply a misguided attempt at flattery.

[the-real-dynamight]

Once, this was familiar.

Normal, even. The warm, burbling happiness that flowed like a stream in the bright summer air, filling up Katsuki's chest and overflowing in a rush of wild laughter and glowing eyes.

It had begun trickling through again, little by little, since he had started speaking to Yaoyorozu Momo, coaxed on by her hands, soft with genuine care rather than the guise of love cloaking sharp stings and cruel words.

And now, with such wholehearted acceptance, it utterly burst.

And Katsuki, every cell electric with the kind of joy that feels like a sunspot after months of rain, is powerless to do anything but feel it, feel it all and fully.

So he throws himself, with the same reckless and beautiful abandon as he does with everything, straight into Momo.

Takes a proud kind of joy in the way she reacts, instinctively.

Lets himself be.

Then he shifts and shuffles and fidgets and sighs like a restless cat until he's settled happily, pressed close to Momo's side, tucking himself beneath her arm and resting his cheek against her sweater.

He drags their twined fingers first to his lips, pressing a feathery kiss to her knuckles, then rests them on his leg, eyes closing with sheer relief. Like he's finally where he's meant to be.

"...this okay?"

he whispers, barely more than an exhale.

Bakugo-san,

You may not always use the most refined language, but I think your passion is admirable.

I hope you know that, despite our differences, I’ve always considered you one of the strongest among us.

— @inkandsilk

"Refined language". Guess you want me to talk the way I was raised?

Hah.

Only difference between us is that you actually give a damn what people think. ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.

And uh, for what it's worth, you ain't too bad yourself.

[the-real-dynamight]

"...Right. I think I'll take 'em to Recovery Girl. Thanks."

Katsuki squints at Iida, then turns to the student.

"c'mon, can you walk?"

He throws a glance at Iida over his shoulder, suspicious and... worried.

*a gen ed student ran in the hallways all scared and they see a hero student, it was bakugo, they then ran directly to bakugo and they said one thing before collapsing*

[student: h-help]

@class-president-a

"G-geez!"

Katsuki catches the student, just barely propping them up before they hit the floor. His eyes narrow, rapidly flicking over the student to check for injuries.

"The hell happened to you?? Who are you, anyway?"

[the-real-dynamight]

"Yeah."

Katsuki...hesitates.

There are so many things he wants to say, so many words racketing around his brain and pushing at the back of his teeth, begging to be let out.

Petty things. Lovestruck things. Deep things. Shallow things. Jealous things. Things that could sacrifice everything he longs for so deeply.

...Scared things.

He bites his tongue. Sums it up in a simple phrase.

"Call me Katsuki."

Exclusively.

I don’t know if I like seeing you with that stupid explosion boy. Or Endeavor’s son, for that matter. It makes me itch… it makes me feel… jealous. You’re supposed to be mine, and you don’t know it yet. Those boys don’t know how to treat a girl as special as you. But I’ll make you see.

…I don’t know who you are, but I’d caution you not to underestimate me. I’m not some fragile flower for you to covet from afar.

You may think you know what’s best, but affection isn’t something that can be claimed or forced, it’s something earned, gently, and with respect.

Please be mindful of your words next time. I hope this was simply a misguided attempt at flattery.

[the-real-dynamight]

"... Momo."

I don’t know if I like seeing you with that stupid explosion boy. Or Endeavor’s son, for that matter. It makes me itch… it makes me feel… jealous. You’re supposed to be mine, and you don’t know it yet. Those boys don’t know how to treat a girl as special as you. But I’ll make you see.

…I don’t know who you are, but I’d caution you not to underestimate me. I’m not some fragile flower for you to covet from afar.

You may think you know what’s best, but affection isn’t something that can be claimed or forced, it’s something earned, gently, and with respect.

Please be mindful of your words next time. I hope this was simply a misguided attempt at flattery.

[the-real-dynamight]

"Pink thing."

Katsuki repeats, skeptical.

"Ah-hah. Not that thing that's been crawling around the vents?"

*a gen ed student ran in the hallways all scared and they see a hero student, it was bakugo, they then ran directly to bakugo and they said one thing before collapsing*

[student: h-help]

@class-president-a

"G-geez!"

Katsuki catches the student, just barely propping them up before they hit the floor. His eyes narrow, rapidly flicking over the student to check for injuries.

"The hell happened to you?? Who are you, anyway?"

[the-real-dynamight]

Being second-best, that's for damn sure!!

Hey there "real" dynamight

Wanna spar and show that you're the "true" Dynamight

You can even bring Ponytail for emotional support

Nice of you to admit I'm the real Dynamight, nerd.

Tsk. I don't need emotional support, but I'm sure you'll want someone there for when I kick your ass.

[the-real-dynamight]

He didn't win!!!

I didn't even get a chance to get there!! 💥

Hey there "real" dynamight

Wanna spar and show that you're the "true" Dynamight

You can even bring Ponytail for emotional support

Nice of you to admit I'm the real Dynamight, nerd.

Tsk. I don't need emotional support, but I'm sure you'll want someone there for when I kick your ass.

[the-real-dynamight]

"Yeah, no kidding."

Katsuki shifts to support the Gen Ed student, eyebrows scrunched in something almost like suspicion.

"Whose Quirk was it, to do this kinda damage?"

*a gen ed student ran in the hallways all scared and they see a hero student, it was bakugo, they then ran directly to bakugo and they said one thing before collapsing*

[student: h-help]

@class-president-a

"G-geez!"

Katsuki catches the student, just barely propping them up before they hit the floor. His eyes narrow, rapidly flicking over the student to check for injuries.

"The hell happened to you?? Who are you, anyway?"

[the-real-dynamight]

Yeah. Thought so.

Hey, Prez.

Look. I know you, and I don't think there's anything sketchy going on here, but there's some losers that think you've been...Up to stuff.

Prove them wrong.

What kind of 'stuff' could they be referring to?

Why, of course I would! It would be terribly unbecoming as a future pro hero to allow these rumors to circulate, and not put the truths out there when they clearly need to be said!

[the-real-dynamight]

Who knew 140+ decibel explosions could give someone such a crap headache.

[the-real-dynamight]

The hell?!!

You did NOT!!

I was on my way!!! But then I ran into Prez and Ears and Gordon Ramsay and some bleeding kid!

It ain't over 'til I say it's over!!!

Hey there "real" dynamight

Wanna spar and show that you're the "true" Dynamight

You can even bring Ponytail for emotional support

Nice of you to admit I'm the real Dynamight, nerd.

Tsk. I don't need emotional support, but I'm sure you'll want someone there for when I kick your ass.

[the-real-dynamight]

*a gen ed student ran in the hallways all scared and they see a hero student, it was bakugo, they then ran directly to bakugo and they said one thing before collapsing*

[student: h-help]

@class-president-a

"G-geez!"

Katsuki catches the student, just barely propping them up before they hit the floor. His eyes narrow, rapidly flicking over the student to check for injuries.

"The hell happened to you?? Who are you, anyway?"