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obsessed with characters being saved against their will. being knocked unconscious and carried away from a danger they won't stop trying to fight. being shoved through a portal somewhere far away and safe right before it closes. trying to self-sacrifice only to have the exact person they're trying to save swap their places at the last second. getting the only cure to the disease or curse bc the person administering it loves them too much to give it to anyone else, including themselves. being thrown to safety right as they had accepted dying. someone else they thought had gotten to safety running back to drag them out of danger. it's so fucking tasty

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My fave genre of ship is genuine asshole x loveable asshole

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do u ever just point at two characters and go “i want that one to get hurt and i want the other one to get really angsty about it”

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Ok quick question:

Does Todoroki have romantic feelings for Bakugo? Because all I know is that you said, after they kissed, that Bakugo's mindset was "maybe he was serious about getting married" and that Shouto's was "coming to terms with a [platonic] marriage." And then at the end of the fic, Shouto never actually specifies what the truth is considering his relationship and feelings for Bakugo. So...

Unless this will be covered in HVHDHC..?

HAVE A WIP ON THE HOUSE! ∠(ᐛ 」 ∠)＿

“Katsuki.” A tug. “Please tell me what I did.”

The summer air’s the same as it had been, as are the feelings—the emptiness, the weightlessness, the hopefulness. But the sounds are different, the hands have all been dealt, and he isn’t dreaming. He’s awake for this. He’ll stay awake for this.

There’s something else, too—the lack of hatred, the loosened grip, the letting go. A few things are different, it turns out. (Wrong again.)

Yes, Katsuki still has choices and Shouto doesn’t have all the answers he thought he did back then, but he’s mastered flight. And against all odds, he’s here.

Shouto stands in the way of so little, but he’ll wait and he’ll stand and he’ll pay for it and he’ll stay here in this moment.

Then, Katsuki inhales loudly. The next breath out—it’s shaky, unbalanced.

Still, Shouto waits.

“For all your big talk on accepting your feelings ya never actually said what the hell your feelings were,” Katsuki accuses in a tone that’s anything but. (If Shouto’s not mistaken, it’s half-envious and half-hopeful.) “Jumped right into houseplants an’ chores! A job offer. Commitment crap when you an’ me haven’t even gone on a damn”—the not-accusation gets overshadowed by the half-joyous and half-admiring tone Katsuki fails to swallow down—“date an’ it’s, I mean, c’mon, they headlined some orgs tryna get it legalized? One stupid-ass interview with some punk who ain’t even the main punk outta all those bigshots up there and it’s, like—”

Shouto tilts his head as Katsuki makes an aimless gesture as if telling him to “look around.” Before Shouto can think to obey, his hand slumps back down against his side with a fwip.

“There’s the finish line for those people, people like you an’-an’, an’ me!!” Half-prideful wars with half-fearful. (Both get swallowed up, too.) “There it is! Right there, dammit!”

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all the love right back to you!!! woooooo!!

I just wanted to tell you that I love HCH4, and I'm so glad you made it. :3

Though if you wouldn't mind telling me, what does the acronym HVHDHC stand for? I know it's the next fic, but it took me until the end of the fic to understand that HCH4 stood for "Half-Cold, Half-Hot, Half-Hero" ^w^; lol

Also, just so you know, every time Todoroki (and/or Bakugo) publicly does something romantic (even if he doesn't think it's romantic or it really isn't romantic for him), it kills me. Legit, I had to take deep breaths cause of how uncomfortable I got. So, idk, maybe, for me, you could put that kind of content in your content warnings? (Your content warnings have saved me cause I don't understand most of what happens, so when I read the content warnings (and end notes!), I can finally imagine what happened with that context.)

THANKS THANKS THANKS!!! i’m so glad i made (and posted) it too!! reading everyone’s comments have brought the laughs, the head nods, all the emotions :-)

not at all!! i might’ve forgotten to post that lil announcement! Yikes! i’m gonna go search my drafts for it right after this haha!!

hvhdhc stands for Half-Villain, Half-Demon, Half-Cat! because i liked the rhythm of it (and the hard “C’s” mirroring one another if you cram the titles together) + parallels + i finally get to explain/indulge in several upcoming concepts hinted at as a more recognizable and formal departure from the main overarching storyline presented in canon so NEW title highlighting one of the biggest change, which is All Those Quirks!

tbh, i still have some of my drafts labeled HCHHHH haha!! it unintentionally distinguished my first drafts from my final ones and i stuck with the shorter one as a tag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so fun tidbit about writing process things!

AND AHHHHH NOOOO I’M SORRY FOR THE DISCOMFORT ( ꈨຶ ˙̫̮ ꈨຶ ) THE USAGE OF SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT IN STUFF I LIKE ALWAYS HAS ME GETTING UP & WALKING AWAY SO I DID MY BEST TO LEAN INTO HUMOR AS MISCOMMUNICATION/MISUNDERSTANSING WITH LOW STAKES + IMPLYING THE SENTIMENT IS MUTUALLY UNDERSTOOD + THE SEMI-AWKWARD CONFESSIONS THEMSELVES WOULDN’T BE UNWELCOME/DENIED/SHUT DOWN INTENTIONALLY (Bakugō Katsuki) OR MEANLY (Todoroki Shōto) IF UNDERSTOOD/COMMUNICATED!! it’s the timing of the sincerity that would’ve been an issue for both of them so feel free to blame my characterization + plot for forcing my hand to bring in my most loathed memories that still keep me up at night to this day as references (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

and thanks thanks thanks for letting me know!! will DEFINITELY be putting something down in the content warnings as an edit in the chapters i think you’re referring to + for any future Moments (and..... oh boy...... the CDs too...... yeah.....)!!! “Miscommunication/Misunderstanding of Romantic Intent” + a little description of the scene(s)/whodunnit this time in parentheses is what i’m thinking?

also that is so, so Good to me because u are not the only one who looks to the content warnings & end notes for clarification when my writing leans into a more purple prose/intentional distancing from the POV character! a very, very experimental stylization i’ve been dabbling in! curating and figuring out how to best present what comes up in my story through show and tell and Dialogue-Heavy avenues has been a struggle, so i’m glad that the work is well worth it + it’s helped in more ways than one (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

THANK U AGAIN SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING + SENDING AN ASK MY WAY!! YOU’RE WELCOME TO ASK ABOUT CONFUSING THINGS OR DEMAND WHAT I WAS THINKING WITH X-Y-Z HAHA!! FEEL FREE TO STICK AROUND AS LONG AS YOU’D LIKE :-)

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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Chore Scorpion: I come from the toughest meanest place you can imagine. I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but It seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.

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I just wanted to tell you that I love HCH4, and I'm so glad you made it. :3

Though if you wouldn't mind telling me, what does the acronym HVHDHC stand for? I know it's the next fic, but it took me until the end of the fic to understand that HCH4 stood for "Half-Cold, Half-Hot, Half-Hero" ^w^; lol

Also, just so you know, every time Todoroki (and/or Bakugo) publicly does something romantic (even if he doesn't think it's romantic or it really isn't romantic for him), it kills me. Legit, I had to take deep breaths cause of how uncomfortable I got. So, idk, maybe, for me, you could put that kind of content in your content warnings? (Your content warnings have saved me cause I don't understand most of what happens, so when I read the content warnings (and end notes!), I can finally imagine what happened with that context.)

THANKS THANKS THANKS!!! i’m so glad i made (and posted) it too!! reading everyone’s comments have brought the laughs, the head nods, all the emotions :-)

not at all!! i might’ve forgotten to post that lil announcement! Yikes! i’m gonna go search my drafts for it right after this haha!!

hvhdhc stands for Half-Villain, Half-Demon, Half-Cat! because i liked the rhythm of it (and the hard “C’s” mirroring one another if you cram the titles together) + parallels + i finally get to explain/indulge in several upcoming concepts hinted at as a more recognizable and formal departure from the main overarching storyline presented in canon so NEW title highlighting one of the biggest change, which is All Those Quirks!

tbh, i still have some of my drafts labeled HCHHHH haha!! it unintentionally distinguished my first drafts from my final ones and i stuck with the shorter one as a tag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so fun tidbit about writing process things!

AND AHHHHH NOOOO I’M SORRY FOR THE DISCOMFORT ( ꈨຶ ˙̫̮ ꈨຶ ) THE USAGE OF SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT IN STUFF I LIKE ALWAYS HAS ME GETTING UP & WALKING AWAY SO I DID MY BEST TO LEAN INTO HUMOR AS MISCOMMUNICATION/MISUNDERSTANSING WITH LOW STAKES + IMPLYING THE SENTIMENT IS MUTUALLY UNDERSTOOD + THE SEMI-AWKWARD CONFESSIONS THEMSELVES WOULDN’T BE UNWELCOME/DENIED/SHUT DOWN INTENTIONALLY (Bakugō Katsuki) OR MEANLY (Todoroki Shōto) IF UNDERSTOOD/COMMUNICATED!! it’s the timing of the sincerity that would’ve been an issue for both of them so feel free to blame my characterization + plot for forcing my hand to bring in my most loathed memories that still keep me up at night to this day as references (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

and thanks thanks thanks for letting me know!! will DEFINITELY be putting something down in the content warnings as an edit in the chapters i think you’re referring to + for any future Moments (and..... oh boy...... the CDs too...... yeah.....)!!! “Miscommunication/Misunderstanding of Romantic Intent” + a little description of the scene(s)/whodunnit this time in parentheses is what i’m thinking?

also that is so, so Good to me because u are not the only one who looks to the content warnings & end notes for clarification when my writing leans into a more purple prose/intentional distancing from the POV character! a very, very experimental stylization i’ve been dabbling in! curating and figuring out how to best present what comes up in my story through show and tell and Dialogue-Heavy avenues has been a struggle, so i’m glad that the work is well worth it + it’s helped in more ways than one (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

THANK U AGAIN SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING + SENDING AN ASK MY WAY!! YOU’RE WELCOME TO ASK ABOUT CONFUSING THINGS OR DEMAND WHAT I WAS THINKING WITH X-Y-Z HAHA!! FEEL FREE TO STICK AROUND AS LONG AS YOU’D LIKE :-)

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ALRIGHT FIRST DRAFT IS DONE FOR CH. 22 WITH A WHOPPING 21k!!!!! (feat. Aftermath + Much Needed Conversations + The Inherent Humor Of Showing Up Late To Class)

14k words for the third draft of chapter 21 AND 11k words (so far) for the second draft of chapter 22 of hvhdhc LET’S GOOOOOOOOO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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14k words for the third draft of chapter 21 AND 11k words (so far) for the second draft of chapter 22 of hvhdhc LET’S GOOOOOOOOO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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OKAY i know it’s been SOME time since last post BUT i’ve been on a bender arranging written scenes into chapters and devising all the trainings that happen in hvhdhc AND!!!

god i LOVE writing!!! i love it!!!!!! it’s so much fun cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAN i can just?? reinterpret & recontextualize plot elements and character dynamics from OVA 4 to show character development and team-up dynamic reprisals???? that DIRECTLY parallel earlier stuff from hch4????? for FREE???????

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hate coming to terms with things. i should be able to cast a fireball instead

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Snippet from hch4 ch. 7: “Origin”

He isn’t sure what he would say. He isn’t sure he should even be watching this—he belongs to a different world than them, after all. But then his eye catches on something else. Shouto knows it’s Bakugou before he looks, but he looks, anyways.

From this distance, he can’t visually confirm if Bakugou’s actively scanning the crowd or if he’s already locked onto his target. But, judging by how still he is, Shouto thinks he’s found it. He briefly wonders if Bakugou can see him from all the way down there. Then again, his ladder and climbing stunts had proved that it isn’t too far of a drop as he imagined it was upon first glance. Still, he’d only been able to identify Endeavor’s Hellflame because he knows what to look for.

But he watches Bakguou stand alone in the arena as the dust settles and he stares up at the crowd. And his final opponent will be Bakugou. Even after everything, he lost that particular bet.

He hears fate laughing over one shoulder as a warning hand grips onto the other as if they’re both in on the same joke. And, because Shouto’s curious, he tilts his head.

He watches Bakugou tilt his head in the same direction, confirming his conspiracy.

Shouto was a weird kid. Natsuo told him more frequently than Fuyumi did, but he knew Fuyumi agreed with the judgement call.

Shouto thought the head-tilting was the clearest example of this other than the bug-eating (when he claimed that he didn’t like the flavors they had to choose from), playing with animal skulls (after inheriting Natsuo and Touya’s old toys), and attacking the hired help on-sight (only if they brought groceries). Because he never meant to start the head-tilting as a deliberate way to gauge whether or not he had someone’s attention. That had come later with experience socializing and noticing mirrored behaviors.

Shouto never liked to talk much and resorted to expressions, gestures, and sounds to get what he didn’t feel like saying across. Of course, Shouto didn’t really make expressions, gesticulate, or inadvertently sound out noises of frustration or vocalize surprise and pain if the situation could be navigated in total silence, so he was quiet for the most part.

Shouto had a bad habit of staring in the mirror and practice them one-after-the-other, as if someone were going to test him on how to convey that he “didn’t want to go play soccer in the backyard” or “was hungry.” Shouto had a bad habit of staring at Fuyumi and Natsuo, then mirroring their expressions, gestures, and sounds—everything from vocables, to tones, and especially the unintentional curses when something went wrong.

Fuyumi and Natsuo hated whenever he copied them. But Fuyumi and Natsuo also hated whenever he’d look at them blankly and tilt his head—something entirely original yet just-as-irritating in the eyes of their pre-teen selves.

Fuyumi had hated it whenever she took him with her to go break things. Usually it was plates from their kitchen, but potted bonsai trees had made an appearance once.

And, anyways, Shouto stood there and watched as she shattered plates against the same wall that was decorated with the same mural. But, when she finished, he tilted his head. Then, Shouto stood there and watched, tilting his head the other way as she stomped away from the scene, leaving the mess behind her. She’d left him there for hours.

After she came back and told Shouto to stop trying to clean up an alleyway because it was an alleyway, he’d tilt his head at her again as she grabbed his hand and yanked him back towards the familiar house on their familiar street. She’d been eleven when she first brought him to the mural. She’d been fourteen when she brought him there for the last time. Sometimes, Shouto stopped by that mural while finishing chores.

He’d been five and eight. But he’d just turned eleven when he returned to that spot to find that it was a mural of Japan’s top three Pro Heroes at the time standing on a silhouetted cityscape. They were spray-painted to look strong, cool, and capable, as spray-painted spotlights pointed outwards into the spray-painted violet-blue sky behind them. The Heroes themselves were spray-painted black in their signature poses: All Might’s left arm raised, Endeavor mid-stride as his flames burned, and Best Jeanist’s trademark cat’s cradle crouching pose.

But the spray paint had faded, an abandoned garbage bin covered the bottom half of the thing, and Fuyumi had done a number on the wall over the course of three years that there were still recognizable scratches and stains still visible, so it was significantly less intimidating.

What intimidated him was how that third head tilt was the only time Fuyumi ever mirrored him before she’d caught herself in the act and made up for it by guaranteeing that Shouto’s arm would be numbingly cold the entire trip back.

The other two times, she’d only stared at him. She’d get lost in her head, blaming him for everything wrong in her life because it was easier to have a target than to be angry at a mural and the father that didn’t sit with them at dinner, refuse significant others outright, or sternly dissuade them from staying out too late because they had a curfew. Like the father figures in her TV dramas—and all the fathers she saw standing with her friends on Parents’ Day or in the crowds at School Festivals. But her anger over being left to step up and care for her two younger brothers made sure there was enough in her to aim at Endeavor’s head, too, when she wasn’t aiming for Shouto’s tilted one.

Shouto still stopped by that mural while finishing up chores. He considered the possibilities and the price he’d paid again-and-again—the price he was still paying.

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Yuki Hayashi made a Shouto playlist on Spotify!

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An absence so heavy it becomes a presence

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my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else

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Snippet from hch4 ch. 6: “The Boy Battling With Everyone”

Bakugou’s snarl echoes down the hall. “Tch! Giving your opponent the cold shoulder?!” He can practically hear the malice dripping from his voice. He can definitely hear his boots clunking his way towards him. “What’s the big idea?! Get back here, you Icy bastard! I’m not—”

Thump.

Bakugou lets out a groan following the telltale sound of his body hitting the pavement after slipping on ice. Again.

Shouto lets out a hoarse, humorless huff. “Are you sure you didn’t want to discuss who will be on the ground? Because I have a good guess who I’d bet against.” A cold, crisp air slathers the hall, surrounding them both in a familiar phase: freezing point. “I could even put a few hundred-thousand yen on that, if I felt like it.”

The spikes of the white, zip-up boots from his own Hero costume crunch against the ice he left behind as he turns. He stands over a shivering, splayed Bakugou as he stares up at him with something other than fury incarnate—pupils dilated like someone who forgot to put their mask on right and realized too late. Like someone taken aback by being forced to listen to their survival instinct for once. Something Shouto knows how to respond to.

If his father ever taught him anything he could use, he’d learned that it’s safer to never be that someone—and Bakugou really, really seems to want to make Shouto that someone.

Shouto refuses to be that someone for Bakugou, too.

“You want a personal response,” suggests Shouto, monotonously. He drops the temperature around them sharply enough to gather information. “Fine.” And he reacts. He actually tries to stop himself from shivering only to shiver harder and look angry about all the shivering that’s happening. “I’m not interested in anything someone like you has to offer someone like me. I’m not interested in your declarations of war, your intimidation tactics, or the battles you want to pick.” But he doesn’t hunch in on himself or let his mask fall again. “I’ll never be interested.”

He breathes out a stream of white smoke that floats down into an ice fog he generates more of and manipulates to pool at his feet in and lap around Bakugou’s violently shivering form. Bakugou's defiant expression twists its way to replace abject fear fights a losing battle, and it's all on display for Shouto to watch blow-by-blow.

“You want to make me your rival,” Shouto states, voice shaped only through the thick fog, behaving like the fog that it is and the smoke that it isn’t. “Do it.” Distant. “They might even believe you.” Detached. “But know that I’ll never feel a thing.” Impersonal. “About any of it.” Cold. “About you.” Shouto lets each microscopic ice structure linger there in the various forms he demonstrated instead of deconstructing each microscopic crystal, turning to leave. “Whatever you were hoping to get from this, all it’s done is piss me off,” he calls out over his shoulder. “You say we’ll clash in the final round. I would bet against that match-up.”

Bakugou Katsuki—the source of every explosion and explosive argument within 1-A’s classroom walls—is a threat just as vicious, hostile, and self-centered as his attitude, mannerisms, and ego imply. But he’s a terrible liar and he lacks the secrets Shouto’s bled out for to achieve the ability of a perfectly crafted mask.

He hates that he remembers Bakugou standing out—that even thinking about it is enough. He hates that he’s going to unwillingly see more of Bakugou over the course of the next two years.

It’s dumb and unnecessary, but he can’t help but breathe out one last one-liner as he feels his ice melt under the warming, spring air and the staccato puffs he can hear coming from Bakugou’s mouth.

“See you in class, Extra” is what he goes with. Of course, it isn’t as good as “Ice Prince,” but it’s specific enough to hurt like Bakugou’s did.