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What the hell!? I wake up and see this!!?

Izuku is traumatized by seeing Katsuki coming towards him because of the first war. He views blackwhip’s tendrils as AFO red and black tendrils and

Izuku can’t use blackwhip on/towards Katsuki because it scares him to death. He’s pausing mid fight, he’s gettting distracted because he remembers Katsuki’s getting hurt due to his actions.

Izuku would never lay a single finger in that way towards Katsuki. Because Izuku genuinely can not live in a world without Katsuki. This is Izuku’s literal face, thanks to trauma, that he can’t live without Katsuki. Even though it’s just training between them two knowing that neither one of them will get hurt Izuku just can’t bring himself to do anything that could cause 100% harm towards Katsuki

And this trauma is so bad because for Katsuki to ask “What’s distracting you?” is him realizing that something is definitely wrong with Izuku. Katsuki continues talking but right in this scene Izuku isn’t even paying attention to what Katsuki is saying because all Izuku is thinking about is the memory of Katsuki getting stabbed

Izuku’s eyes literally scream ‘You are the one distracting me.’ Izuku doesn’t look upset nor annoyed to himself if anything he looks sadden and full of fear.

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I hope they reincarnate into a shojo manga

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kacchan you are the last person on earth who should be calling him out for remembering things and being sentimental mr “I will always regret not taking your hand when I was four” and “I’ve carried around this all might card I got with izuku around for over a decade”

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Is it just me or did blackwhip started to get unstable the closer Katsuki got to Izuku due to Izuku being traumatized?

Like look at blackwhip and notice the closer Katsuki got the more it starts to look like it’s more unstable and Izuku doesn’t have that much control

And it gets worse since I mean just look how close Katsuki got to Izuku almost near his hand/fist

Izuku worked hard and perfected blackwhip so it should be stable and easy for Izuku to handle especially since we see it. Look at these two shots and notice how straight and in line blackwhip is. The first shot being new and we get to see blackwhip come out of the glove like always and it’s straight. But even without the glove we see blackwhip in a straight line coming out of Izuku’s arm

Not only that but notice how the lines from blackwhip go from a thin line to a wider line the closer Katsuki got

If controlling his heart weighs in a big factor and Izuku was starting to panic his heart was slowly starting to become unstable and I wouldn’t be surprised if Izuku’s heart started to race and pick up speed causing blackwhip to slow start going haywire

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Yeah i have a dark past (being 13). Just an absolutely horrible backstory (being 13). It would keep you up at night if i told you about it (i was 13 one time)

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this is izuku remembering kacchan being stabbed btw

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ITS KACCHAN

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guys help I can’t tell if that’s kacchan or all might watching the sunset with izuku

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Head kiss

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this truly was my shojo academia

based from the recent official art!!! i cannot believe its real like

also alternatives to my drawing!

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Fantasy kiss

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He likes it

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They are feeling a bit possessive of one another 🧡💚

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They’re each other’s happiness. 🧡💚

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I hope Izuku never learns how to peel oranges 🧡

for @/miithers avian au!

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promises kept - Chapter 3 - gabstar - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

chapter 3 of promises kept is up!! hope you enjoy!!

The next few months pass surprisingly quickly. The restoration efforts go by much more smoothly now that Izuku and Katsuki are out on the field (together, because Aizawa was shockingly amendable as soon as Izuku cried about it a little. Katsuki suspects that his own freak-out didn’t hurt either) and soon enough Musutafu starts to look like home again. Trees are replanted, playgrounds restored, and office buildings and restaurants become operational once again. Children go back to school, adults return to work, and life goes on. 

Regular classes resume at UA. It’s more than a little weird putting on their school uniforms and sitting through fucking algebra lessons after experiencing the horrors of war, but it’s also a kind of nice. The mundane feels like a privilege after everything they’ve been through. Homework, boring lectures, training regimens, and eating with friends at lunch were hard-won victories. It’s hard not to be grateful for it. It’s a slow process, but eventually, things settle into a new kind of normal. 

Except it’s better. Way better. Because now Katsuki has Izuku and the whole world is brighter because of it. 

True to his word, Izuku is as clingy as he likes. They train together, study together, partner up on group projects, hang out in Katsuki’s room after class, and go to the gym together. They don’t leave campus without one another, even if it’s just to pop by the convenience store or to visit their parents’ homes. A few times a week, Izuku’s friends will drag him away to have a Dungeons and Dragons session in one of their dorms or a study date in the common room, but for the most part their friend groups have merged. They all sit together at lunch, even though they have to cram multiple tables together to fit everyone, and even then it’s such a tight squeeze that their thighs squish up against one another. It’s a little overwhelming to hang out with all of them at once, but somehow having Izuku at his side makes it easier to bear. Izuku still hasn’t spent a single night in his own dorm room. 

And true to Katsuki’s word, he is there for Izuku. Whatever he needs. Whenever he needs it. 

At first Izuku is shy about the things he requests. It starts with small favors: helping Izuku do his physical therapy exercises, lending Izuku is hoodies when the nights got cold in Katsuki’s dorm room, reminding Izuku to take his anxiety meds, jogging together in the mornings in case he gets ambushed by the press again (which they did. Because those fuckers were relentless.) Katsuki does it all gladly. Every small task feels like it’s a step forward, a building block added to the foundation of their repairing friendship. It’s both an honor and a relief that Izuku trusts him enough to ask for what he needs; it makes Katsuki’s heart feel like a brilliant star blazing in his chest. 

But the more time passes, the more bold and casual Izuku’s requests become. Katsuki only starts noticing it about six months after they’ve been released from the hospital. 

They’re studying in the common room together, with their homework splayed out across the coffee table as they sit on the floor, close enough that their shoulders brush as they write. Izuku must be having trouble with English again because he keeps muttering to himself in the garbled language, but Katsuki knows better than to offer help before he asks. Izuku can be weirdly stubborn and competitive sometimes, especially when it comes to Katsuki. 

Izuku sets his pencil down and sighs heavily, letting his head fall onto the coffee table with a thwunk. Katsuki smirks. 

“You good?” he asks, nudging Izuku with his knee. 

“Can’t do it,” Izuku declares. “Too tired. I think I need a break.” 

Katsuki hums in acknowledgement. It’s almost dinner time anyway. They can pick this shit up after they get some food in them. Maybe he’ll pop on an episode of Wonderful Quirks and Where to Find Them while they eat. It’s the least annoying of Izuku’s favorite trashy reality TV shows anyway. Katsuki starts gathering up his pencils and scrap paper. 

Izuku leans on the coffee table, propping himself up with an elbow as he looks at Katsuki with a strange glitter in his eye. 

“Hey,” he says. “You know how to make katsudon?” 

Katsuki frowns as he shoves his homework back into his school bag. “Course I do. Shit’s easy.” 

“Hm,” Izuku says. He taps his chin with the butt of his pencil. “Well. I don’t.” 

“What the hell? Didn’t your mom ever teach you how to cook?” Katsuki demands, turning to frown at him. 

Izuku shrugs. His grin is somewhat sheepish. Katsuki rolls his eyes. 

“You’ve gotta learn that shit if you want to be a hero,” Katsuki scolds. “Can’t maintain muscle mass off of TV dinners and protein bars.” 

Izuku hums in acknowledgement.

“Kacchan is right. I should learn how to cook,” he says, nodding seriously.

And then peeks up at Katsuki with a cheeky little grin. 

“Teach me?”

God, he’s so cute. All soft curls, shimmery sea-green eyes, and dimples. He’s beyond cute, he’s fucking angellic. Katsuki should be used to it by now, but somehow Izuku’s specific brand of adorable only gets more potent over time. Katsuki takes an extra three seconds to process what he’s just asked. He blinks rapidly, forcing himself to refocus. 

“You want me to teach you how to cook?” Katsuki repeats as flatly as he can. 

Izuku bats his huge fucking bambi-eyes up at him innocently. 

“I can’t do it on my own, Kacchan,” he says, soft and sweet. 

Katsuki’s belly riots with butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Who is he? How has he allowed himself to become this pathetic? He feels a flash of annoyance, but it’s quickly drowned out by this strange, fluttery fond feeling. Even though he really should stay annoyed. Is Izuku seriously trying to use Katsuki’s solemn vow to strong arm him into making katsudon for him? Katsuki isn’t an idiot; he sees right through Izuku’s little game. Katsuki fights down his grin as best he can. 

“Go wash your fucking hands,” Katsuki says. Izuku leaps to his feet, beaming so brightly it puts the sun to shame. He bolts into the kitchen and shimmies his shoulders excitedly. 

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