#If I can’t handle it then neither can Kacchan

[doodlejoops]

Scribbled in a feverish daze

[supermarine-silvally]

Stepping out of my usual fandom bubble for a moment, could I have all of the Be My Mirror asks for Kova and Bakugou? Have a lovely day!

Aaaaahh bakulenko my beloveds <3 I need to get back into working on Ground Zero so hopefully this should help with the inspiration!

Ask game here!

1. Who is more protective? Who needs to be protected?

They’re both hero students at one of the best hero schools in the entire world, so protecting/being protected is all part of the game for them every single day, lol. They can both more than hold their own in a fight but Kacchan tends to have more protective tendencies cuz Kova is younger and less experienced than he is (and he’s supposed to be her mentor, so he’s supposed to look after her, which is a job he comes to take very seriously despite his initial reluctance).

2. Who is the one who gets hurt and who takes care of the other when they're injured?

Both do! Out of the two of them, though, Kova has more skills as an impromptu medic so more often than not, she’s the one taking care of Bakugou’s injuries (see: Chapters 24 and 25 of Ground Zero lol). But he will absolutely take care of her were something to ever happen to her as well.

3. Who wears the other's clothes? What does the other think about that?

Kova looooooves wearing Kacchan’s clothes lol especially his silly little edgy skull shirts, which she enjoys teasing him about. He might roll his eyes but he absolutely lets her (part of him really enjoys seeing her wear his clothes because it lets everyone know how close they are, even if they’re not officially together at that point in the story).

4. Who is constantly teasing the other? How does that person react?

Kova does 90% of the teasing because she loves riling him up and getting a reaction out of him. Kacchan pretends to be annoyed about it but if she ever stopped doing it he’d be very sad.

5. Who's more physically affectionate?

Neither of them are super touchy-feely, but in the earlier stages of their friendship-turning-romance, Kova probably initiates the affection most of the time. Kacchan pretends he’s too cool for it but secretly he loves being physically affectionate with her and lets her get away with touching him and teasing him in ways that ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE would ever dare attempt. (Kaminari once tried imitating the way Kova is around him and Bakugou nearly blasted him through the ceiling).

6. Who's the better cook?

Bakugou, hands down. He cooks for Kova a lot (this happens so often in Ground Zero I can’t even remember all the chapters it does) and she LOVES his cooking. Sometimes, she’ll help him in the kitchen, but he mostly shoos her away, claiming he doesn’t want her to wreck it, but we all know it’s because he’s trying to impress her.

7. Who's the bigger flirt? How do they handle being flirted at? Do they blush easily or get nervous?

They don’t flirt much when they’re younger, but the more established they get as a hero couple, the more comfortable they get with being openly flirty. I’d say Kova probably initiates it more, but then Kacchan will retort with a line that leaves her red-faced and speechless, while he smirks and walks away. The bastard. She will definitely have to pay him back for that later.

8. Who's the better driver?

Bakugou, probably. As the older one, he’d get his license first (and his parents have money so they’d probably buy him a car). Also, Kova’s immigrant status probably means it takes longer for her to get a license in Japan so she doesn’t have as much practice. She’s happy to let him drive, though.

9. Who removes the spiders/bugs?

Kova loves bugs (she acquires a pet tarantula for her dorm room in her second year at U.A.), so she’s definitely picking the spiders and bugs up with her bare hands and giving them new homes whenever one is found somewhere it shouldn’t be.

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 29/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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Katsuki is not having a good day. He hasn’t had a good several days. Or even a relatively good week. Not since Izuku ran from him and Eijirou. He’s still beating himself up over it. He knows that he ended up resorting to anger. He knows that if he had a better handle on it this probably wouldn’t have happened. The fact of the matter is that it did. And he regrets it so much.

He and Eijirou exchanged numbers the same day Izuku ran from them, just in case either of them had heard from him. They hadn’t even though Katsuki hoped as hard as he could that they would. Even now, two weeks later, neither of them had heard a thing. Izuku hadn’t shown up to the café last Tuesday either. He feels like it’s a lost cause but he’s still going to the café again this afternoon. Just in case. Eijirou said he would come too so at least he’ll have company. 

School drags by for him. Much like it did last Tuesday. He knows it’s the anxiety and anticipation of leaving to see if Izuku’s there. How does the other boy deal with it all the time? It sucks! The release bell finally does ring though and Katsuki sends a quick text to Eijirou that he’s on his way to the coffee shop. He gets a text back as soon as he’s finished putting on his outdoor shoes of a confirmation and a promise that the redheaded boy will meet him there as soon as he can. 

He takes the walk slowly. He’s just prolonging the hope he’s got that Izuku will be there. He’s almost certain that once he actually gets there, the storefront will have no green pre-teen waiting for him and Eijirou. Not knowing where he is or how he’s doing is the worst part. 

He knows he’s just being really self-pitying but it’s all his fault and he can’t get over it. 

He turns the corner to get to the coffee shop. Then freezes as the front entrance comes into his line of sight. There, leaning against the wall near the door is a familiar mop of green curly hair and vivid green eyes. The expression on that familiar freckled face is wary, ready to run at a moment's notice. It’s Izuku! It’s definitely Izuku! Honestly, if he wasn’t so certain of his appearance, Katsuki would almost swear that it wasn't him. He’s clearly wearing new clothes (or a new jacket at least. It looks good.) and he’s clearly been taking some better care of himself. The circles under his eyes are lighter and his curls have a bit more bounce to them. 

He doesn’t take any more time than that to observe him before he races over to him, “Zuku!” 

The boy jumps and looks over at him meekly. “Hey Kacchan…” he mumbles under his breath, as if worried that the blonde pre-teen was still mad at him.

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate a second more. He throws his arms around the other boy and hugs him tight, whispering, “I was so fucking worried…”

“‘M sorry…” Izuku’s arms hesitantly wrap around him in return. 

“No it’s my fault. I fucked up. I knew it as soon as I said it. I didn’t mean it, Zuku, I swear. I just… I was just… fucking…” 

“Upset. And you didn’t know how to deal with it,” Izuku says, nodding, “Me too. I knew you were just worried but I got upset because I felt like you could never know what it was like to see what I saw. To go through what I did.” 

“And I fucking won’t!” Katsuki yells, “Yeah, Auntie Inko was important to me but she was your fucking mom! And if you really saw a hero throw her off a roof, fuck, I can’t even imagine what I would feel like if that was my Old Hag. Maybe I’d feel just like you or maybe it’d be worse because you fucking know what my temper’s like. I shouldn’t have just said all that shit without listening to how it made you feel. I was a shitty best friend and I’m so fucking sorry for it!” 

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have assumed you were trying to make me feel bad over my decisions. I’m just so used to people being against me for the slightest thing,” Izuku fakes a cough using the word quirk. Katsuki grins at it slightly. Izuku clears his throat with a tiny smile, “Excuse me, something got stuck in my throat. Anyway, I’m sure you can guess why I don’t normally trust people with that kind of stuff. Right?”

“Yeah. Definitely… Still sorry though.” 

“I still forgive you as long as you forgive me.”

“Deal,” Katsuki smirks. Thank God. 

“IZU-BRO!” Both of them jump at the cry. Izuku turns just in time to receive an armful of a crying redhead. “You’re okay! I’m so glad! Bro, that was so not manly! Don’t just run off and cut contact with us again!”

Izuku pats Eijirou’s back softly to comfort him, “I’m sorry Eiji-kun. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“It’s okay, bro,” Eijirou sniffles, pulling back to wipe the tears from his eyes, “Just don’t do it again. You had me and Baku-bro worried sick! Nice jacket by the way, looks totally awesome on you.”

“Oh yeah. I noticed it when I spotted you. Where’d you get the drip from, Nerd? It’s not your usual nerdy ass style.”

“Um… well… you remember that totally not real super nice couple I lied about who I said took me in?” 

“What about them?” Katsuki narrows his eyes in suspicion. 

“Well… I really was taken in by a nice foster couple last week. They insisted on taking me shopping to get a few new clothes and stuff for my new room. Oh!” Izuku also reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone, “They got me a phone too!”

“Aw bro, sick! That’s dope!” 

“Gimme that!” Katsuki almost growls out, snatching the phone away from Izuku. He immediately goes to program his and Eijirou’s phone numbers into it. “This way we’ll never fucking wonder again what the hell’s happened to you!” 

Izuku, in typical Izuku fashion, thanks him for doing so. Katsuki grumbles at it before pausing after he’s got both their numbers saved, “Who the fuck are Shouta, Hizashi, and Uraraka?”

“Oh! Hizashi and Shouta are the nice couple that took me in! And I met Uraraka-chan yesterday while shopping with them. She’s really nice!” 

“A girl, bro? Man, you’ve got game apparently! Who knew!” Eijirou cheers happily.

Izuku, bless his sweet soul, makes a sound of confusion with a face to match. Katsuki turns and gives Eijirou a deadpan look, “The Nerd’s cluelessness is his game. Half the time he doesn’t even realize someone is flirting with him and every time he has, he’s had to be told when someone has a crush on him. Makes him look like a lost little bunny that has everyone swooning, apparently.”

“I do not!” 

He turns the same look onto Izuku, “That one girl from fourth year of elementary school.”

Izuku sputters with a red face before getting out, “I told you! That was a pity crush!” 

“Bullshit!” Katsuki knows for a fact that if it weren’t for that girl’s shitty friends telling her that she couldn’t be with the quirkless kid, she would’ve followed Izuku around everywhere like a lovesick puppy. He may not really know how friends are usually made or interact with each other but he can tell romantic interest when he sees it. Unlike his best friend. Izuku sputters again while Eijirou laughs uproariously. He smirked in triumph before heading inside the coffee shop with the other two hot on his heels. 

“Uh… Kacchan?” The Nerd’s voice sounds meek again. It immediately causes Katsuki’s hairs to stand on end in nervousness. 

“Yeah?” He asks back almost hesitantly.

“I uh… I have something else to tell you. Please don’t get mad though…” 

That just sounds worse to be quite honest… “Oh God… What the fuck is it now?”’ 

“I uh… I sorta… kind of… became a not quite vigilante while I was homeless?” 

“You-” Katsuki’s voice dies for a moment before he gets it back to finally get the question out, “You became a what now?”

“A not… quite vigilante?” Izuku grins nervously. 

Katsuki presses two fingers to his temple to stave off the rising migraine, “And what exactly does that mean, Izuku?”

“Oh shit he used my real name…” Izuku murmurs to himself. The green haired pre-teen lets out a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing out in one fast breath, “I may have fought crime during the night as a vigilante called Gyokuto which is how I met my foster family because one of them is an underground pro-hero and I only can’t be charged for it because I don’t have a quirk…”

Katsuki just blinks at him, astounded by what he’s hearing. Apparently Izuku wasn’t done though as he quickly adds, “Also that’s how I met Eiji.”

Eijirou’s eyes go wide before he turns to Izuku to whisper, “I didn’t know we were telling him this today, man!”

Izuku grimaces, “Sorry… My foster family said I had to come clean so that Kacchan didn’t have to worry as much about me anymore. And since I didn’t have your number before now, I couldn’t warn you that this was happening. Really, I’m so sorry!”

Katsuki blinks again before taking a deep breath. Don’t get mad. You remember what happened the last time you got mad, he thinks to himself. Then he nods, “Okay…”

“... Okay?”

“Yeah… Okay… Any other… Life changing secrets I need to know about?” He asks tensely.

“Uh… no. I don't think so. Oh!" Katsuki tenses again before relaxing when Izuku turns to Eijirou, "I did get to meet Fat Gum!"

"What?! No way!" Eijirou looks starry eyed as he crowds Izuku’s space, "How was it?! How was he?! Was he awesome?!"

"Yeah! He took all of my theories and suggestions to heart and even said he'd introduce me to some more heroes so I can offer them suggestions too!"

"Bro, that's so awesome!" The redhead reaches out to bump Izuku’s shoulder with his fist, "And I told you your rambly theory stuff was cool! Not to mention you get to meet more awesome heroes! I'm sure Fat Gum knows all the best ones who are super nice!" 

"Yeah…" Izuku says softly. It's so full of hope that Katsuki is realizing he hasn't heard since way before he found Izuku by accident while walking down the street those months ago. He smiles softly to himself. Things are finally looking up. For him and Izuku both it seems.

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

They're sat in Recovery Girl's office.

Deku is upright on the bed they have him in for the time being, and Bakugo is perched on a chair next to him, having volunteered for watch duty to make sure the boy didn't try to escape again.

They're quiet, everything is quiet.

It's evening, and everyone settled in the dorms because exhaustion quickly set in after their mission to bring Deku home, but Bakugo didn't have time to relax.

Not when there was so many things buzzing endlessly in his brain. Not when unspoken words weighed so heavily on the tip of his tongue he thought they'd spill over and onto his lap without his permission.

But it stayed quiet, neither boy speaking for what felt like lifetimes.

Until

"I always wanted it to be me, ya know."

The tone is unfamiliar to both of them.

Quiet.

His eyes on his lap, Bakugo speaks softly, almost uncharacteristically so, and it throws Deku off. He looks up and sees hurt he's never seen before in those crimson eyes, even though they aren't looking at him.

It's bewildering.

"I didn't realize."

He continues, and it's evident he's struggling by the way his hands ball into fists where they're resting on his legs.

"I was an idiot, I was weak and I thought I could just...do everything. I took that out on you, I used you as a way to make myself feel like something, and I didn't realize everything I threw away because of it."

Crimson clashes with emerald, Bakugo's stare still so hurt, and yet now there's something else there. Like he's pleading for something, but that remains unspoken.

"Iida being the one to pull your dumbass back here, that should've been me. But I couldn't reach. You've chased me for so damn long and now you're so far ahead of me I can barely see you anymore. Where are you trying to go, Deku?"

His voice is steady, and he isn't looking away anymore.

He's seeing. Intently looking at Deku like he can see into his soul.

"And why are you trying to go there alone? Do you think I'll just sit by and let you get further and further away from me?"

Silence falls between them again, and it's Deku who looks away now.

"I can't compete with you to be number 1 anymore, Kacchan. There's too much at stake."

Now there's heat. Anger, rising, flooding through Bakugo's veins as he pops off a short explosion in his palm, sharp red narrowed as he glares at a surprised Deku.

"You think I'd throw myself in the direct line of danger to save you because I want to /compete for number 1/!?" His tone is incredulous, and Deku can't seem to wrap his head around what this is all about.

"Then I don't understand, Kacchan. Why?"

"Because you mean something, dumbass! To me! You're important and you're special! So who the fuck do you think you are, going off on your own to die like some idiot!?"

Bakugo doesn't give the boy time to speak before hes continuing, voice falling to the unfamiliar softness again, anger settling. He's grown, learned to better handle the rage that would normally engulf him.

"I told you to stop trying to win this on your own. All Might was /wrong/! All of them were! The predecessors are idiots for thinking they could handle that power by themselves, and I know you're stupid, but if I have any say in it, you're not going to go off and die like they did!"

Suddenly the room is underwater for Deku, who soon realizes he's crying. Bakugo doesn't berate him on it though, because he isn't done saying everything he needs to, and there's just so much.

"Middle school."

He starts, the mention of it obviously heavy on his mind.

"I was wrong, what I did and said to you. I let all of my insecurities and weaknesses get the better of me and I put it on you, and that just made me shitty. I'm not that person anymore, Deku. I know where I went wrong, and I'm going to keep making it up to you."

Deku stops him then, a slightly trembling hand held up as he wipes at his face with the other. Sniffling and whining, he shakes his head.

"Kacchan..I never blamed you for any of that. I was never angry."

For the first time since they were probably toddlers, Bakugo laughs. It's short, and it surprises Deku so much he actually stops crying just to stare in awe.

"You think I don't know that, dumbass? That doesn't matter, because I'm still going to keep showing you that I've changed, but that starts with you not being an idiot and letting us help you. We're ALL heroes, Deku. There's no reason this responsibility has to be just yours to handle. Plus, I have my own debts to settle with that dried up grape looking bastard."

Now Deku laughs, despite himself. He covers his mouth to stifle it, but Bakugo already heard it and he's grinning.

They're quiet again, and slowly Bakugo reaches for Deku's hand, where it's resting at his side. He holds it gently, so unlike him, and yet exactly as he should.

"We're gonna do this together, Deku."

They exchange a look, hold each other in their gaze, and it's set.

"Yeah!"

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Over it (DekuxReaderxBakugo)

A/n: this was meant to b one part but my beta Nd I fleshed it out into three parts ur welcome 😌

(This is mostly just filler Nd backstory babes I’m sorry)

Warning: The yandere themes aren’t that big in this part but they’re gonna b pretty intense in the next two!!!

“You’re sure this is what you want? You’re changing fate here, Deku.” Blue eyes surveyed the young hero, who only nodded with determination.

“I’m sure, it’s their birthday tomorrow, I can’t risk losing them to someone else.”

“But you’re already matched with Bakugo, would you like me to-?”

“No! Just… add them, and I’ll take it from there.” The stranger nodded, taking the hair Deku had gotten from your pillow and Deku could only watch in amazement as it floated up, glowing a bright gold before it dissolved.

“There, it’s done.”

“You’re in my way, move.”

“Oh! It’s you! We’re-“ Hope filled your voice, the words on your left wrist throbbing as Bakugo spoke them.

“Ha? Why would I ever want someone as weak as you?” He snarled, and you stopped in your tracks.

“You don’t… want a soulmate?”

“Correction,” Red eyes looked you up and down, the blonde sneering as he continued, “I don’t want you as a soulmate.”

Then he’d left you in the hallway, walking away without glancing back, and your tattoo burned worse than it ever had as you slid down to the floor. What a great birthday, the thought finally making you crumble. You weren’t sure how long you cried for, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, but then there was a tingle on your right wrist, like pins and needles. You didn’t want to look, there was no reason for it, you already had a soulmate, he didn’t want you! Still, the feeling persisted, and eventually you gave in and looked at it.

“What’re you doing down there? Let me help you!”

Oh… that was… much nicer than the first one you’d gotten, and the ink was a dark green you almost thought you recognised. Bakugo’s one had stopped hurting, finally, but you just pulled your sleeve down over your hand. You didn’t want to think about that, he certainly wasn’t thinking about you. Why would you waste time-

“Wait- Deku?I don’t understand?” Your tear stained eyes glanced up, Deku’s green ones showing the same surprise as yours. Still, he reached down, and you grabbed his arm, letting him tug you to your feet and pull you into a hug.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to your room and get you some water, then we can talk, okay?”

Deku sat you down on the bed, quickly grabbing you a glass of water and pressing it to your hands before he took a seat next to you. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably, you’d had classes with him for years, but the two of you had never really been alone together.

“So, do you wanna tell me why you were crying on your birthday?” He questioned, and you fixed your gaze to the cup in your hands.

“It’s nothing really, Bakugo found out we’re soulmates and he uh… doesn’t want me, is all.” You shrugged, you couldn’t explain the second tattoo, and the thought that maybe Deku didn’t want you either wouldn’t leave you alone.

“How could anyone not want you? You’re perfect!” Deku smiled, and you blushed at the compliment, nobody had ever called you perfect before.

“Kacchan uh, didn’t want me either… so I guess it’s lucky we have each other, huh!” He grinned, showing you his left wrist, with the words ‘fuck off Deku’ in clear black ink. Well, that made you feel better, and you even smiled at Deku before you spoke.

“Yeah, it must be fate.”

The two of you had started dating after that, graduated, and then gotten a cozy little apartment. Neither of you spoke of Bakugo, he’d ignored the both of you for the time you remained at school, besides, you and Izuku were happy together, you didn’t need him. Izuku pursued his dream of being a pro, opening his own agency with Shoto and Uraraka, and you were his sidekick, although he mostly insisted you did paperwork, and wouldn’t let you patrol unless he could go with you. It was sweet, the way he wanted to keep you safe. If it was up to him you wouldn’t work at all, but you’d argued until he gave in. You’d be bored if you were just sitting at home waiting for him, not to mention worried sick.

“Y/n, I’m going to patrol, do you wanna come with me and grab lunch afterwards?” Izuku poked his head into your office, grin breaking out when you nodded, quickly getting up from your desk and running to him, your boyfriend catching you and lifting you up with ease as you kissed him, only pulling away when he put you down.

“I love you, Izuku.”

“I love you too, Y/n, c’mon, those streets won’t patrol themselves!”

There had been some kind of scuffle, Izuku making sure you stayed back to help civilians as he and the other heroes went into the fray. You had a healing quirk so it made sense, but you still hated letting him handle everything.

“Yes ma’am, everything’s going to be okay, the pro’s are handling it.” You stepped back from the lady you’d been helping, looking around for other civilians when someone bumped into you, catching your wrist to stop you falling, and your heart stopped when you looked back to see who it was.

“Bakugo…?” Shock coloured your voice, blush rising to your cheeks, you hadn’t seen him in years, and he looked good, even taller than you remembered.

“Y/n?” Bakugo looked just as shocked as you did, his eyes roaming your body like they had so many years ago, the emotions rushing back and making you shake.

“You look-“ he started, but you shook your head, pulling your wrist away from him, ignoring the sour feeling that the loss of contact brought you.

“Sorry Bakugo, I have to keep checking the civilians.” You didn’t look at him, hating the way your voice shook, but then you were running away, losing him in the crowd, and this time it was you who didn’t look back.

“Bunny? Are you okay? You barely touched your food at the restaurant, and you were quiet the whole way home.” Izuku had cornered you on the couch after dinner, trapped against his chest, but at least you didn’t have to look at him.

“Yeah baby just…” You played with his fingers, letting out a sigh before you continued, “I uh, I saw Bakugo, while I was helping civilians.” You felt Izuku tense behind you at the words, and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry, I know you don’t like to think about him after everything that happened.”

“Do you? Think about him? Wonder if things… I don't know… if things could have turned out differently?”

“Is that why you’re so upset?” Izuku took a moment to think, your fingers tapping against his arm as you waited. “Yeah, sometimes I wonder what the three of us could have been if he hadn’t let his pride get in the way, but he made his choice, if he changes his mind we can cross that bridge when we get to it, you know?”

“Cross that bridge when we get to it huh?”

[collisiondiscourse]

meet you in the middle // bkdk (ch. 306) fic

Katsuki meets him at the edge of the world.

Standing on the rubbles of a once-thriving city that his people had called home, Katsuki sees him at a distance. A lone figure, standing beside broken statues that overlook a cliff of failures and broken promises. Katsuki sees him at a distance and feels something inside him break like a dam of something unmentionable. The glass beneath his worn combat boots crunches and cracks like the remains of his heart, every step heavy with the weight of the world around him slipping unto drooping shoulders. He says nothing, knowing the other runaway could hear his approach all the same.

Deep purple bruises set themselves under dull viridian eyes, the mixture of color out of place but lovely all the same. His hair’s a mess--greasy in the way that tells Bakugou he hasn’t showered in days, yet Katsuki would love nothing more than to bury his face in the tangled mass of green. The suit and armor he wears is torn, dented, fractured, dirty; it’s scarred like the skin it tries its best to hide. Deku stands still and watches him approach.

The blond halts in his steps.

In that moment, when red and green meet at the edge of the world, time stops completely. The broken concrete beneath their feet feels like a vast and endless void of nothing, silence wrapping around them beautifully and painfully. Between them, the few meters feel like blocks, to miles, to lightyears apart.

It is endless.

Between them, there is pain and sorrow. There is a hurt so deep that neither of the boys could begin to comprehend it--old scars and fresh wounds mending and tearing open, pace akin to the shift of the weather. Between them, Katsuki can feel things that feel like they should be impossible but aren’t. Between them, Katsuki can feel the contradictions that ripple beneath the surface of their skin.

Between them, Katsuki can feel it all.

The distance is staggering. It chases after the two of them like they had chased each other, something like a curse that pulls them apart while simultaneously keeping them at arm’s length.

Katsuki used to beg for it, he knows. (God, does he know.) He used to spend day-by-day stretching that distance, yanking the string that kept them tied together in hopes that eventually it would snap.

Yet that same distance had become something he’d grown to hate. He hated it in the way that it caused Izuku to close himself to the world and nearly cost him his life when Shigaraki had pierced him in battle. He hated the way it shut doors and cuffed him to his hospital bed when he’d found out that Deku was in a coma.

And he hated that distance the most when it brought Deku all the way here.

“Kacchan,” Deku says, the old nickname leaving his mouth simultaneously like a prayer and a pained gasp of fear. “Why are you here?”

The ‘why’ rings in the blond’s head like the sound of a gunshot, piercing and painful at the audacity to even ask such a thing. Why? Why did I come here? Why did I leave everything I’d ever dreamed of in order to chase your dumbass here?

Because. Why the fuck wouldn’t I come here, Deku?

“I got your letter,” Katsuki grunts out instead. His hands clench and unclench, tired and a little bit pained from his journey to find Izuku as fast as possible. The stupid fucking paper rests inside the pants pocket of his hero costume, setting his insides ablaze and leaving the taste of battery acid at the back of his throat.

“You still shouldn’t have--”

“--Shouldn’t have what, Deku?!” He inevitably yet suddenly explodes. The green-haired boy startles from across the building’s roof, jaw shutting with an audible click. “Shouldn’t have dropped out of UA? Shouldn’t have left every single person that loves me and sent myself out on a suicide mission? Shouldn’t have left my fucking mother without even a proper ‘goodbye’?!”

Deku snaps, “You damn well know it wasn’t that simple, Kacchan--”

“It never fucking is! It never fucking is that simple, Deku! You think I wanted to abandon our class? You think I didn’t care about the fucking fact that I just dropped out of UA and will probably never become a fucking pro-hero because of it? I destroyed my own dreams, you idiot!”

“Then go back!” the other boy replies, furious tears welling in his eyes. Katsuki feels paralyzed, unable to move through the surge of emotion that overtakes his mind. Deku takes a step forward, shaking so hard that the blond fears he might pass out. “Go back, you ass! Don’t let me take anything more from you, Kacchan, just please don’t. I can’t handle something like that! Go back and become the number one hero like you always promised, please.”

(A dozen meters apart.)

Izuku’s voice trembles and wavers, desperation seeping from his figure as teardrops fall to the tarmac below. He stands firmly on his two feet, but Katsuki can feel the way his heart begs on its knees. Bakugou’s glare softens.

“I can’t do that, Deku.”

He sniffles. “Why not?”

Tentatively, Bakugou takes a step forward, pacing himself. He opens his mouth to answer, but can’t seem to find the right words and looks away with a frustrated snarl. Deku’s eyes, red-rimmed with agony, peer up at him through his unruly green hair and the wound on Katsuki’s abdomen throbs with heat.

“...Because. I nearly died for you, didn’t I?” the blond eventually replies. “Because I know you think that that means you have to go and fucking do things alone because you don’t want me to nearly die for you a second time, but that’s exactly fucking it.” Katsuki huffs. He takes another step further, watching Deku crumple to the ground as sobs rack his figure.

“Kacchan got hurt, but it wasn’t your battle. It’s mine,” he chokes out anyway, stubborn as he is in the way Bakugou had grown to admire. As much as the blond’s soul rattles with anger, with hatred at the society that forced his childhood friend to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders, he forces himself not to shout.

(Five meters apart.)

“‘Wasn’t’, was the word. Now, it is. I’m not letting you do this alone whether you fucking like it or not, shitty nerd.” Katsuki sucks in a breath. “You never gave me a choice, did you? I didn’t have a choice into knowing about your cursed fucking quirk, I didn’t have a choice into you leaving us to fight Shigaraki alone, I didn’t have a choice in knowing whether you’d be okay or not in the hospital after I myself nearly fucking died--and now that I finally goddamn do have that choice, you better make sure you let me have it, Deku.” Another step.

Deku lets out an anguished gasp for air between his hiccups and tears, and wails, “But why? Kacchan, you have the choice to be safe and let yourself win without One for All getting away! Why would you let me bring you more harm like this?!”

“Because you never fucking let me apologize to you, shithead!” The blond succumbs at last, yelling in hurt and in pain. The distance between them is so small, yet every goddamn particle feels like a world’s away in which Kacchan and Deku were made to fall apart. His skin prickles, air buzzing with the energy of a feeling so big contained in something so small. The moment suspends itself in time, fragile as glass and broken shards twice as painful, “I wanted to say that I was sorry, okay?!”

“Kacchan--”

Bakugou growls, “No. Let me say this, Izuku.” He waited, so goddamn long, for an opportunity to say what he wanted--no, needed--to say. The distance that felt like a whole galaxy between them burned something fierce, a serendipitous inevitability that felt like it was reaching its boiling point as the world around them reduced to ashes. The blond musses up his hair and exhales heavily, letting his angry demeanour calm for Izuku’s sake.

“I used to resent you. So much.” Katsuki starts. He’s close enough to Deku that he can see the subtle way the shorter boy scrunches his brows together, letting out a shaky breath of incredulousness. “When we were in middle school, I tormented and bullied you under the guise of hating you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“The truth is, that wasn’t why I resented you.” He blows out a breath. Deku looks up at him in shock, so Bakugou ploughs on. “I resented you because I didn’t understand you. At that time, I couldn’t understand how anyone, especially someone virtually powerless like yourself, could somehow still be a better person--hell, a better hero--than I was.”

Ruby red eyes gazed at the horizon.

“I always thought myself to be the best at everything. Always knew I was destined for victory. That hasn’t changed,” Katsuki swallows as Izuku pulls himself back on to his feet. Now standing, Izuku looks at him as if he’d suddenly had the revelation of his life, (which, Bakugou assumes, was paramount to this in any case.) “What has changed now though… is that I think I finally get it.”

He coughs.

“... I think I finally get you,”

(Two meters.)

“Katsuki… I’m--” Deku swallows, eyes shiny again as he tries to compose himself. He nods at the blond and in that instant Katsuki knows he’s been forgiven a long time ago. The distance tugs at the pit of his stomach, feelings of something warm and strange writhing inside. What once was a flood of misunderstanding that crashed and pulled the two of them apart had dried into a lively valley. Deku takes a step closer.

“But it isn’t just that anymore,” the blond is quick to blurt out. He looks at Deku and for once instead of a regretful past or an ongoing development, he thinks he sees a future.

“If this were all for atonement, I wouldn’t have left UA like you said. It’s… deeper. I’m workin’ on it, but there’s just something that pulls me to do this. It pisses me off, but it also makes me want to keep you at an arm’s length.” Katsuki shakes his head at the bullshit that spews out from his own mouth.

“I don’t fucking know what it is, but I know how it makes me feel.”

Izuku stares into his eyes, wide and innocent in a way that used to make him angry but now only makes him… dazed. “And how does it make you feel, Kacchan?”

He huffs a laugh of rueful acceptance. “Fucking weird. Like I suddenly want to chase you to the ends of the fucking earth just to make sure you’re alive. Like I want to be close to you again and again and again even in our next fucking lives.”

Katsuki takes another hesitant step forward.

“I want a lot of things now. I want shit that I can’t name but I sure as hell know won’t relate to becoming the number one hero. I want to keep you within sight, keep you close and alive because of the fact that it’s you and nothing else. I want…”

(Three feet.)

The distance around them is reduced to a little less than an ache. Issues like theirs aren’t solved overnight, but for the small distance they have between each other it feels less like a curse and more like the moment before an inevitability. They can’t quantify all that they are to each other--can’t begin to measure it in fickle things like centimeters or miles or inches or lightyears--but in that moment Katsuki supposes one could label what they have as ‘love’.

He’s never spoken this much in such a short amount of time, never let himself be wordy when his concise speech was efficient and easy. Yet, something about freckles and scars and green hair makes him want to run his fucking mouth off and list his every feeling under the sun. The vice-like grip over his heart that had been there since the moment he’d woken up in the hospital eases a little, and Katsuki’s broken heart feels like it is coming home.

(Two feet.)

“You want…?”

Katsuki looks into Izuku’s eyes, really looks. He looks and he sees life and salvation and something that he’d been missing for so long that tasting it for the first time has left him wanting like a man in a desert. He reaches out an arm, now fully within reach and gives Deku a pleading and weak stare that says everything and nothing at once.

“I want everything that I can get. Everything you can give me. No matter what the cost.”

(One.)

Deku crashes into his embrace, pulling him close and meeting Katsuki somewhere in the middle as the chase finally fucking stops. To Katsuki, it feels like the birth of a star as the warmth engulfs him fully, setting alight to every one of his nerves. The feeling of holding Deku fills him with all the words he cannot name and it feels like he’s reached some impossible height at the top of the world.

The war has not been forgotten, and the road ahead of them is long, but the distance between Kacchan and Deku--Katsuki and Izuku--is now nothing more than a physical concept. The hug blurs the line between the two young heroes, shaping itself until it is indistinguishable where one ends and the other begins. There is a sensation, one that is burning like an inferno but comforting all the same because at this point in time, Katsuki vows to run after and find Izuku Midoriya in every lifetime after this, in every world that they’ll be in. He vows with all his heart that he’ll be the one to watch Deku while Deku watches the world, to protect Deku while Deku protects the others. Katsuki vows to take Deku for everything that he is and isn’t, wholly and unconditionally because the distance is gone and there’s nothing now that can stop him from following this boy to the ends of the universe.

Katsuki Bakugou vows all this because here, right now, on top of the ruins of a city he’d once known and arms full of a boy he’d been trying to chase for a lifetime--Katsuki comes home.

(Zero.)

[makeste]

Do you have a Bakudeku (or not only if you have other things in mind) wishlist for the aftermath of the arc? and do you think their relationship will be completely resolved or Hori will stretch it out some more? (bc removing the tension completely (not halfway like DvK2) out of the most prominent relationship before the very end of the series is kind of a bold move, even though DekuvShigaraki could kinda (not literally) "replace" it)

ah but that’s the great thing about rival-type relationships, anon -- there is always going to be a certain amount of tension there on some level. not necessarily in a bad way, but just enough to keep things from ever getting boring. the key thing here is that “rival” isn’t just another word for “person I don’t get along with”; a true rival is supposed to be someone who challenges and pushes you. the thing I love so much about Deku and Kacchan’s relationship is that it has evolved from unhealthy rivalry -- jealous, insecure, and antagonistic -- into true, healthy rivalry, in which is supportive and encouraging. true rivalry is about neither of them allowing the other to rest on their laurels. it’s about both of them pushing themselves to get stronger because they don’t want to let the other down. it’s about that blend of seamless cooperation and having each other’s back while still bantering back and forth like an old married couple. I don’t know about anyone else, but for me that’s hands down my favorite type of relationship in fiction, and I don’t think I could ever get tired of it.

my “wishlist” is already coming together pretty nicely (and I’m happy to say Horikoshi finally checked off a major item as of chapter 285, though I’m still holding out for Bakugou to quote that iconic “you looked like you needed saving” line back at Deku at some point; hey, one can always hope) and has been pretty much since chapter 120 to tell the truth, which is when he really started to resolve the relationship (and it absolutely was a bold move). but here are a few more things I’m keeping my fingers crossed for. I know you specifically said the aftermath of this arc, but I sort of ended up doing a “things I want from now up until the end of the series” thing instead, lol my bad.

anyway, so BakuDekuish Things I Would Like To See:

the reveal that Bakugou’s hero name is tied to Deku.

the two of them having Mutual Angst about whatever the fuck is going to happen with All Might. :/

Bakugou returning the favor Deku paid him way back in chapter 62, once Deku finally has whatever crisis of faith the series seems to be building him up to. if you recall, 62 was the chapter where Bakugou threw a temper tantrum about having to work together with Deku and was all “I’d rather lose,” and Deku LOST HIS SHIT COMPLETELY and clocked him clean in the jaw and was all “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SAY THAT YOU’D RATHER LOSE,” and got him to see sense that sometimes you can’t win all on your own and you have to work together in order to accomplish that. to make a long story short, I think the series is building up to a similar moment, except with the roles reversed Because Parallels, and Kacchan helping Deku get his head on straight when it comes to trying to save everyone all by himself.

a threequel fight at Ground Beta. possibly in connection to the above angst, if they are feeling so inclined. or else maybe building up to...

Bakugou apologizing to Deku (and yes he does need to, and yes it is coming; 284 was pretty much confirmation of that. if All Might says they will have their chance to talk then they’ll have their chance to talk, dammit).

Horikoshi revealing what The Deal Is with that Bakuvestige (which I debated including on this list because I know it’s still controversial af lol, but screw it. I want to see a Kacchan vestige giving Deku some Cranky Vestige Advice, and also teaming up with spirit!Deku and the All Might!vestige and the rest to battle AFO at the end of the series. this post goes more in depth as to how I think it might play out).

and last but not least, hand-holding is all well and good, and I know everyone’s kind of (justifiably) obsessed with it right now thanks to volume 29. but I’m gonna go ahead and take it one step further than that, and put it out there into the universe that as far as heartfelt gestures of affection and long-overdue reconciliation go, what I am really craving more than anything else is A HUG. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. DON’T BE BABIES ABOUT THIS, YOU TWO. HUGS ARE MANLY AF, SO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND DO IT ALREADY. no Kacchan, I don’t want to hear about “eww Deku cooties.” yes, Deku will cry. you probably will cry too you big emo, just suck it up and do it already goddammit.

anyway, so there you have it. honestly though, no matter how many of these Horikoshi ultimately decides to indulge me on, I’m pretty sure this will continue to be my favorite relationship in the series. and honestly, I think a large part of that for me is because they started to sort their shit out so early. speaking as someone who was a big Naruto fan back in the day and never got over how poorly Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship was handled, for me Deku and Kacchan’s relationship is sort of an ongoing therapy for that lol. three cheers for rivals who actually talk their shit out with each other, and listen. goddamn.

[you-know-like-the-bird]

There is a Door

Sometimes, there are things that exist beyond the explanation of even quirks.

There is a door. It's a plain wooden door, colored a sort of buttercup yellow that presents an innocent disposition. Or, it would, if, say, the door had conscious intent.

Which it does.

Or so Izuku likes to imagine. He knows he's being overdramatic because come on, it's just a door. It's just a plain yellow door with a matte black handle with nothing else to do but sit there and exist.

Except that no one else can see it.

That's easily explainable too. As a little boy, his mother even took him to the doctors when he claimed to see a yellow door that no one else could see. When he told them about how he liked to pretend it was a friend! Because it was always showing up, and it was always there even when he knew there hadn't been a door in that place before.

These things are called hallucinations. And even though the final ruling was that he was perfectly fine, that really, Mrs. Midoriya, children have active imaginations and you shouldn't panic over every single imaginary friend your son tells you about, even if a yellow door is an awkward choice for one. But Izuku knew that the yellow door wasn't something he simply imagined, because weren't imaginary friends supposed to disappear as you grew older?

There is a plain yellow door, with a matte black handle. People call them hallucinations; Izuku hallucinates the yellow door.

And that was it, really. For the longest time, the yellow door never really affected his life in any meaningful way. Of course, as he started to get older, he noticed things about it. Like how the door didn't always follow him around; it only showed up when it mattered. It mattered, when Izuku was beaten down low by the constant reel of bullies in his life, when he was desperate and hurting and lonely. When Izuku was curled up in a pitiful ball of hurt, when it wasn't safe to come out of bathroom stalls until hours later, when he was scrunched up and small in a hiding place, the yellow door cheerily saw over it all.

Except that couldn’t be right, because a door can't have conscious intent, right?

Right?

(Wrong)

As Izuku got older, it was harder not to notice things about the door. Sometimes, it was almost like it was beckoning him. Taunting him, daring him to come and twist its handle and push it open and see what's on the other side, won't you? Aren't you even a little bit curious? Izuku has watched the yellow door follow him around for most of his life now, he'd long since given up on trying to puzzle out what it could be besides a hallucination. Could it be the latent effect of someone's quirk? Could it be that as a child he got hit by a stray quirk and never noticed?

But then, even Izuku knows how fantastical and downright absurd his theories sound out loud. Someone would have noticed, wouldn't they have? It's not like he's never gone to the doctors after, never been through normal routine check-ups that always pass him for a clean bill of health. Someone would have definitely noticed the lingering effects of a quirk he didn't even remember being hit with, so it couldn't be that.

(But then what was it? What did the door want?)

Sometimes it seemed like Izuku would just have to live with the yellow door for the rest of his life. What else was there to do? He didn't know how to make it go away, didn't know if he even wanted to, didn't know if the door would even let him.

Sometimes it seemed like that. Until one day it didn't.

It was a mistake. Izuku knew better most of the time but he just- he was just so tired of lying all the time. Why did all his classmates get to be honest about wanting to be heroes, but he couldn't? Why did everyone else get to reach for their dreams, but he was told to 'be realistic' when he tried to reach for his?

Izuku was tired, and he messed up. He made the mistake of writing down that he wanted to go to U.A, and his teacher hated him enough to announce it to the entire class. So, was terribly surprising when Kacchan stayed behind after class and gave him hell for it?

bang

"You think you're anything but the shit under my shoe Deku? You think you can challenge me?"

Bang

"U.A?! Don't make me laugh!"

Bang!

"Here's some advice, if you want to be hero so bad take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life!"

He left Izuku crumpled against the wall at the back of the classroom. His hero analysis notebook was sitting in the koi pond downstairs, charred and soggy and utterly unsalvageable. His dreams lay dashed against the floor, once again.

He doesn't know where he found the strength to stand up. His bag was repacked in a daze, but it wasn't until he'd already slung it over his shoulder that he noticed. Specifically, the glaring anomaly standing at the front of the classroom, waiting innocently for him to spot it.

See, the yellow door was always there, a pretty part of the scenery fit neatly into the background of his life. It existed side by side with real doors, fit onto walls besides them like it had always been there. But it was never like this. It was never just the yellow door, standing neatly in place of his normal classroom door. It was never just the yellow door, and nothing else.

It had to be a mistake, somehow. Maybe his classroom door was just behind it? Maybe his brain had decided to superimpose his hallucination onto the classroom door, and the panic welling in his chest was for no reason at all.

Maybe he was just overreacting, and when he reached out and twisted the matte black handle, he would just see a normal school corridor on the other side.

It still couldn't keep him from glancing once at the windows, wondering what would happen if he tried climbing out from there. It was no good, of course, because this classroom was on the third floor, and there was every chance of him slipping and falling all the way down.

(Take a swan dive off the roof-)

Izuku looked back at the yellow door. It still hadn't magically shifted to the side, to reveal his classroom door underneath. Now more so than ever, Izuku could almost hear it daring him to open it, to prove that it was nothing but a figment of his imagination. Just a flight of fancy, and poor, quirkless Deku wasn't even fully sound in the mind after all.

Izuku crosses the space between himself and the door in three long strides. His hand comes to grip the cool black metal of the handle, pushing slightly as he twists it open.

The other side is not a school hallway.

The other side is not- it’s not- it’s not something that can be perceived by sanity, you see.

What little of his mind is still lucid, still thinking, still coherent and isn't lost to haze of panic, thinks that it sees a different kind of hallway. His mind thinks that the hallway stretches in an impossible straight path away from him, away and away and away with no end in sight. It's the kind of hallway you find in hotels, with a sensible carpet and sensible wallpaper and sensible pictures framing empty stretches of the wall every once in a while.

There is nothing sensible about the bright green carpet. There is nothing sensible about the jarring red wallpaper. There is nothing sensible about the paintings at every intersection, which show the very same hallway that Izuku is facing. A still life of the same hallway painted in every frame, like little windows that show the impossible, infinite nature of it all. There are also mirrors between the painting, but when Izuku looks at one, he cannot see his reflection.

There is a figure standing in the distance. It is neither near nor far, neither here nor there. It is tall, with long curved hands as big as it's torso and a hooked neck. It's face is long and melting, and there is smile on it's face that fits all wrong, too sharp and too wide and too curly, the edges reaching to the ends of it's ears.

It lifts a long hand and it's finger curls inward, beckoning Izuku closer.

Izuku looks behind him one last time, to a classroom that seems almost wrong in how benign it looks. He takes one last look at the normal world he never once belonged to, and he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a silent click.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! If you enjoyed this, keep an eye out for any continuing content I might write for this series. If you could, a reblog would absolutely make my day!

[softer-ua]

I can’t understand how so many people ever saw Deku as a push over for Bakugo, and I definitely can’t understand how some people still see him like that

I can get from an outside perspective how Deku loving Katsuki through his more slimy toxic behavior might look but the truth is that shit doesn’t bother everyone equally.

It’s okay if does bother you, protect your inner peace at all costs, but don’t assume that it bothers others the same.

I’m fine with people being angry, it doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. You can be a living tornado and I’ll chill on the couch snacking as I wait out the storm. Have your tantrum, I’ll be right here when you’re done.

People screaming feels like nothing but a smoke alarm to me, it’s annoying but there’s a reason and an actual problem to get to. And most of the time it’s nothing more serious than burnt popcorn.

It’s entirely valid if you can’t deal with that behavior, I can’t handle overly touchy bubbly behavior or super quiet meak people. That’s neither on them or me, we just don’t mesh.

I don’t let people get away with poor behavior or excuse it, but it’s really not deal breaker for me. I’m comfortable and confident in my awareness of my boundaries and how to take care of them.

Middle school Bakugo crosses those boundaries and Deku shows no signs of wanting to be near Bakugo during this time.

Then as Bakugo shows signs of changing(Dekus know him his whole life, they wouldn’t be subtle to him) Deku becomes more receptive, but it’s not till almost the joint training arch that Deku makes any effort to speak to him regularly

Dekus not stupid or blind, and neither are the other people who chose to befriend and love abrasive people.

Bakugo really doesn’t treat the bakusquad any better than he does Deku, than main difference is that the bakusquad continually engages and approaches Bakugo where Deku simply doesn’t until Kacchan in his own way has begun earning Dekus affections back.

For a good chunk off time where Kirishima says “hey man don’t be like that” Deku just rolls his eyes and walks away

Deku has always had solid boundaries with Bakugo and has never been afraid to outline them, from calling him out on the playground to telling him to fuck off for underestimating Uraraka.

Bakugo’s behavior never unsettles Dekus peace of mind and that’s what matters, he can easily forgive and grow with Bakugo because as important as Bakugo is to Deku his opinion is never held higher than Dekus own opinion of himself and Deku knows what Bakugo says isn’t true and often isn’t even true to Bakugo so it slides off him like water off a duck.

So Deku isn’t bothered by Bakugo and knows when to say “if you’re gonna act like this I’m gonna go”, if anything the worst feeling he harbors is disappointment in Bakugo.

Deku has a lot of martyrdom in him but he’s not a masochist or a victim of anything deeper than annoyance

[charlieiscoping]

bakugou x reader (non-binary) // bakugou or midoriya?

you’re midoriya’s best friend. that is why you absolutely hate that you’ve had the biggest crush on his bully, bakugou. fucking katsuki bakugou. while you can take his usual comments and advances towards midoriya, today was different. you learn a secret that leads to your biggest decision yet.

content warning: arguing

you sit in class in your usual spot behind midoriya. you two are just chatting and skimming through his notebooks filled with details upon details of every hero and villain that you can name. 

you glance at the door, expecting aizawa to walk through to start class. your heart stops for a second as you meet those red eyes. the usual angry look is plastered on bakugou’s face. hands in pockets, shirt slightly untucked, he walks into class. there’s one chair left available, and of course it is the one right next to you. bakugou starts walking towards you; three rows away, two, one, and finally he turns to walk down yours. 

you poke midoriya to get his attention before the teasing begins. midoriya looks up at you, then looks at bakugou, and sighs. 

“what are you looking at nerd?” you hear him ask. as bakugou reaches midoriya’s desk, he slams one hand on the open notebook. “you taking more notes nerd? if you can’t be strong like me, then you have to have the brains like me huh?” he leans down till he’s inches away from midoriya. you start to lean forward to try and stop bakugou from making it worse but a gentle hand stops you.

bakugou laughs, “it doesn’t matter anyways, if you and i went one on one, i would still win.” bakugou’s eyes turn towards you and meet yours. your face begins to flush and you shift in your seat.

“oh shut up bakugou” you say, “there’s nothing wrong with knowing who you are are about to go up against. besides, you’re just jealous that he didn’t need to just make a big explosion to get into this school.” you instantly regret saying that the minute bakugou stands up and takes a step towards you.

“kacchan leave them alone!” midoriya stands up and faces bakugou, making him stop where he stands.

“oh calm down love bird” this comment makes you blush again, “i’m not going to hurt them” bakugou places one hand on your desk and faces you once more, “but you if you ever think that you can make comments like that again, i might just change my mind on hurting you. we all know that i am one of the top preforming students in this room. besides, didn’t you rank 15/21 on the last written test?”

now you really are blushing. what he said was true, and it hurt. 

“back off kacchan.” states midoriya.

kirishima gets up and places a hand on bakugou’s shoulder, “come on bakugou, sit down before aizawa comes in.”

bakugou stares at you for a few more seconds. his hand on your desk relaxes and his pointer finger starts to tap. he get’s up and turns to face kirishima. while doing so, his hand grazes your shoulder sending shivers down your back. 

at that moment, aizawa steps into the room. his sunken eyes scan the room, “take your seats everyone, today we are going over interview etiquette.” bakugou sits down next you and you finally exhale. you cannot understand how midoriya is able to handle bakugou’s comments. then again, they seem to hurt more now than they did before. i guess that is what having a crush does to someone.

during class, you can’t help but feel as is bakugou’s eyes are on you often. you brush it off as a form of intimidation and focus on what aizawa says.

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“okay class, go to lunch. once you come back, you will be paired up with the person sitting next to you to practice giving and taking interviews. please don’t be late.” and with that, aizawa grabs his sleeping bag and gets bundled up.

everyone is standing up and rushing out the door, yet you can’t seem to move. the person sitting next to you? you turn and meet bakugou’s gaze. neither of you say anything as he stands up and walks out with kirishima and denki.

“hey [y/n], are you coming?” you turn your head to face midoriya standing by your desk. you snap back into to reality and stand up.

“yes, sorry, just lost in thought.” you say. grabbing your stuff, you start to head towards the door. 

once you’re in the hallway, midoriya says, “i’m sorry you have to be paired with bakugou. tell me if he does anything stupid and i will talk to him!”

you chuckle, “it’s okay. i can handle myself.”

and with that, you two go eat lunch without touching the subject again.

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once you are back in the classroom, you two sit down laughing and chatting about what you two did over the weekend.

bakugou is the last person in the classroom again. your smile fades as he enters the room and takes his seat.

“okay class, as i said, you are paired with the person sitting next to you. and before you ask, yes kirishima you can join denki and sero as the only group of three.” all three of them burst out laughing in excitement. 

“i trust you guys to go find a quiet spot on campus to run these mock interviews. you have the notes, you have the questions, now go.” aizawa says before once again slipping into his sleeping bag.

everyone gets up with their pairs and start heading towards the door. midoriya gives you a sympathetic smile before leaving with uraraka.

“come on already. i want to get this over with.” bakugou says as he stands up and starts walking away without you. you sigh, and follow suite. 

you guys find an empty classroom and enter. your heart is pacing now as your thoughts swirl with possibilities of what could happen during this interview. bakugou sits on top of a desk facing towards you. you are unable to move as the thought of being close to him scares you.

“listen, before we begin,” he starts saying, “i want to apologize for my comment on your ranking on the last test.” is he apologizing?

“what? are you- did you just apol-” you start to stutter and a chuckle leaves your lips. it’s quickly cut off by the glare he shoots you.

“yes i am apologizing. can you just accept it? there’s a reason i don’t usually apologize.” he crosses his arms against his chest and you feel a ping of guilt. 

you nod, “i accept it.” you two sit in silence for a couple of seconds longer. “will you ever apologize to midoriya?” you ask.

bakugou scoffs, “of course not.”

“and why not?” you start to get irritated. 

“he doesn’t deserve one! he has to do so much to be where he is, and he suddenly gets this overly strong quirk, so people just love him? what about those of us who are just naturally smart and strong? i’m better than him!” he starts to become angry and you regret bringing midoriya up. 

“but like you said, you’re one of the best preforming in our class. what does he have that you aren’t already better at?” you gain the courage to take a step closer to him. you have always been protective of midoriya, especially with bakugou.

bakugou looks at you without saying anything. he then shakes his head and turns away, “none of your business. can we just start on this stupid interview?” you can hear a slight defensive tone in his voice. 

“no. tell me what he has that you don’t already have. you have your whole squad, you always rank in the top 3 on tests, you are physically one of the strongest in the class-”

“he has you!” he yells, slamming both hands on the desk. you stop moving, you stop talking, you stop breathing. 

“m-me?”

“yeah, you heard me. what are you? deaf? do you need me to say it again?” but before you truly know what you’re doing, you walk over to him, grab his face, and kiss him. you are currently up against the desk, your body is in between his legs with your arms raised up to hold him. you feel an initial pull of him backing away but not even a second later he leans in and wraps his arms around the small of your back. he scoots to the edge of the desk so your chest is pressed against his torso and he kisses you harder.

one of your hands finds its way up to his blonde locks and the other finds its way down to his chest. you both sit/stand there kissing for a couple more seconds. finally he pulls away.

“[y/n], we really need to-” at that moment the door opens behind you. midoriya is now standing in the doorway looking at his childhood bully and best friend pressed against each other.

“[y/n].. kacchan.. what are you-” he starts to run towards you two, “get off of them kachhan! you bastard!” before he reaches you, you are shoved away by bakugou who is now standing.

“bastard?! deku you’re the bastard!” bakugou raises his fist, sparks start to come off of his hands.

“bakugou! stop!” you rush in between the two and face midoriya. “stop! let’s talk this out!”

midoriya stops in front of you, his face twisted in anger and confusion. bakugou steps behind you so you two are only an inch away from each other.

“what are you doing here midoriya?” you ask.

“uraraka had to leave suddenly so i came to join you two. clearly you guys are a little preoccupied. how long has this been happening, huh?” he looks at you, tears swelling in his eyes, “i have been trying for years... YEARS... to get that idiot” he points at bakugou, “to like me. what do i get in return? insults and bullying and a- a- a brick wall!” you wince, “and i always went to you on the rough nights. you have always been there to tell me to not let it get to me! and why? so you could.. could screw him behind my back?!” you feel a tear slip down. 

“i-we- this-”

“this was the first time anything has happened you idiot” bakugou says, stepping beside you, “i haven’t done anything sooner for your stupid ass.” anger starts to raise in his voice. you step back, your emotions starting to overcome you.

“for me?! so you’re telling me that you have liked them and you held back for me?! oh how wonderful! it’s not like you could have been nice to me and then you two can do all kissing you want!” 

“guys.. please... stop. i’m sorry midoriya. i don’t know what came over me, bakugou just apologized and admitted his feelings-”

“so you threw yourself onto him, huh?”

“hey! don’t you dare say anything bad towards them.” bakugou takes another step towards midoriya.

“they’re my best friend! not yours! you can’t take the one thing i have!” midoriya stares straight back into bakugou’s eyes. things start to get tense.

“do i not get a say in this?” you spit out.

they both turn towards you, one pair eyes stare at you with hurt, the other anger. 

“fine.” they both say, backing off.

“listen, midoriya, i promise this is the first time him and i have even really touched. i’ve liked him for months but did nothing because he hurts you.” bakugou winces at this, “and bakugou, i like you, but this was a one time thing if you can’t be nice to midoriya.” tears are slipping down your cheeks.

bakugou loosens up and faces midoriya, “fine. i’ll follow that as long as you let me take them on a date, idiot.” you scoff, but midoriya just turns to face him.

“so, mr. king explosion murder, how does it feel to know that you have done the ultimate injury to your childhood friend?” both bakugou and you stand there in confusion.

“what are you saying?” you ask.

“i’ll get to you next, but first, i’m interviewing mr. king explosion murder over here.” midoriya says, a small smirk creeps in the corner of his mouth as a tear slips down his cheek.

bakugou lets out a sigh, “you have got to be kidding me.”

“now that’s isn’t an answer, or proper interview etiquette.” midoriya says. you can’t help but let a chuckle out. 

you take a step closer to the two. first you give midoriya a hug before turning to bakugou. your heart beats quickens for better reasons. 

“well, sir, are you going to answer the question?” a smile spreads across your face. both you and midoriya let out a laugh.

bakugou raises an eyebrow and gives you an annoyed look. you playfully push his shoulder, receiving an eye roll in return. before your hand reaches your side, it is met by bakugou’s hand. you don’t pull away, and your fingers intertwine. you can feel midoriya looking at you, but he says nothing. you know he’s hurt, but he’s always put your feelings into consideration. there will be a lot of talking to do after this, but for now, it’s okay. you face bakugou as he starts to speak.

“well, it actually feels....”

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[petri808]

@ktdkvalentines​ for Syd on Ig Valentines Exchange

Bakudeku College Au. TW: panic attack, anxiety, some angst w/happy ending based on the request.

Izuku Midoriya was in a great mood that Fall morning as he arrived at the college campus. His first day of his first year away from home, ready to start the next leg of his journey. He’d chosen this university for its good reviews and psychology program. He wanted to do something good in his life and what better way then helping others who’d suffered like he had. Not that he’d had a horrible life but growing up in a single parent household created some attachment issues and bullying when he was younger left him with anxieties. All through high school he’d worked extra hard to get to a point where he could function most of the time, and he was proud of how far he’d come. That growth is what led him to pursue a career in psychology, to take his negative experiences and turn them into a positive one.

So, he wasn’t ready when he walked into the dorm room and saw the familiar blonde hair and red eyes of his nightmares looking back at him. 

Oh, this couldn’t be happening! Izuku swallowed hard, a mantra of calming statements flooding his brain as a silent staring content ensued. Neither man said a word, but the longer this went on for, the voices in his mind slowed and were replaced with questions. He was starting to realize... did the blonde even remember him?! He couldn’t tell if it was confusion, or maybe pain on the man’s twisted features, but it certainly wasn’t the angry boy he’d grown up with.

“Wow, Izuku is that you?” The man spoke with no malice in his tone, even rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Been a long time, huh?”

“Yeah... about 7 years I think.”

“H-How you been?”

“Okay, I guess. A bit surprised to see a familiar face.”

The blonde’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he averted his eyes to the ground, “probably not who you’d hoped to see again...”

“I didn’t say...”

“No, no, it’s okay.” The man waved his hands to stop him. “I— I owe you an apology Zuku. And I’m not looking for forgiveness cause I don’t deserve it, but I hope we can, I don’t know like start off fresh, I guess, since we’re stuck in this room together.”

Izuku blinked in confusion, what had happened to Katsuki Bakugou in these past 7 years?! He was certain it wasn’t all arouse, or that the man was trying to bring his guard down, because Katsuki sounded genuine. Until the age of 2 or 3 they were actually really close, but for some reason by the end of their first year of primary school, he’d started picking on Izuku, or taking out his anger on the smaller boy. He had no idea what triggered it, but in the end, he was left emotionally scarred. Now, the man standing before him exuded a broken version of that 3-year-old child he once knew.

“You’re right. I lost count of how many times I ran home in tears because of you. We were best friends and it really hurt when you started picking on me and being mean to me.” The pain evident in his voice rang out into the small, shared room. “I don’t care why you did it. But,” Izuku continued with a sigh, “you’re right, I don’t wanna rehash the past either, so if we can just start over and put up with being roommates, we’ll see how it goes.”

“I’d like that. A-and I know it might not mean much but am sorry Zuku— about how I’d treated you. I promise, I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I believe you.” And he did, for now. Deep down, Izuku always tried to stay positive because if he didn’t, and allowed the irrational thoughts to fester, it could pull him right back into an episode. He didn’t fully trust Katsuki yet, but if was serious about going into the counseling field, he also knew it was important to continue moving forward. That didn’t mean divulging all of his secrets, or telling Katsuki about his own struggles, but he’ll stay alert to make sure that at any sign the man was slipping, he’d get out of there.

As the first two months crept along, the roommates went about their own business with very little interactions at first. It was a bit weird to Izuku, to be in a shared room where their beds were literally just a few feet from one another’s, yet they were lucky to go beyond a good morning or hello. In comfortable situations, he was a bubbly person who genuinely enjoyed talking to people, so the stillness of their room was unnerving. Of course, this was better than feeling fearful around Katsuki, but how are they to move forward and maybe become friends again, if they weren’t interacting?

So, because they weren’t talking, Izuku did the next best thing and observed. One thing that had not changed about Katsuki, was being meticulous. The blondes side of the room was always neat and tidy, books or stationery on the desk stacked perfectly, clothes in the closet organized by color and type, even the bed was always made with crisp corners. Early to bed and early to rise, the man had a ritual of sorts. If he wasn’t studying at his desk, he’d be on his bed reading or listening to music. Even the way Katsuki ate was curious to Izuku, constantly wiping his hands or face of any residue. There were a few things the blonde requested of him, no scented candles or strong, smelling fish type meals, and to leave his side of the curtains closed, something about the sunlight bothering him. They were simple enough requests to acquiesce to.

The man rarely left the room except to go to class and as far as he could tell, Katsuki had only one other friend on the campus who’d occasionally drop by. A nice guy, very friendly named Eijiro Kirishima. Well, he assumed they were friends because most of the time, his roommate stayed quiet while Eijiro did the talking. Izuku was pretty sure he spoke to the man more then Katsuki during these visits. They seemed unlikely friends really, one happy-go-lucky, and one anti-social... kind of reminded him of their once friendship now that he thought about it.

Izuku could appreciate the idea of sticking to familiar surroundings. Their dorm room was a sanctuary for him as well. He avoided large, crowded areas as much as possible, and if he didn’t know anyone, did his best to be inconspicuous. But within their room, with just the two of them, it should be a comfortable experience. Before coming to the school, he’d wondered what his roommate would be like or imagined making friends, so it was a little disappointing. By the third month it was a close friend of Izuku’s that suggested he make the first move to engage Katsuki in conversations. Start out simple, maybe learn any hobbies, what music he listened to, his major, etc. Forget the fact he knew the man and pretend as if he’s trying to make a new friend. Ugh, he hated making the first move. Izuku preferred being engaged not initiating it because it drove his anxieties up. But they were right. ‘Think of it like practice,’ Izuku reasoned with himself, ‘pulling a difficult client out of their shell.’

It was a lazy Sunday around midterms when Izuku decided to make a move. As he sat rested on his bed similarly to Katsuki, with his back against the wall and a textbook propped on his legs. Every few seconds, he glanced over the book’s edge, side-eyeing the blonde who was also nose deep into a chemistry textbook. Should he say something? But the man looked preoccupied, and Chemistry is a difficult subject. Maybe he shouldn’t bother Katsuki? He didn’t want to be annoying or anything and it wasn’t important really. Then again, the guy was always preoccupied with something or other and if he waited for a perfect moment, what if it never came? Would he wait forever? No, this was as good a time as ever.

Izuku lowered his book. “H-How’s the studying going Kacchan?”

The blonde turned to look at him briefly. “Fine.” Then returned to his reading.

“Oh, that’s good.”

Ugh! It was always so hard to get a read on Katsuki! His affect and tone were flat, no anger, amusement, nothing, just his common one worded response. It was rare for the blonde to give or maintain eye contact, so at least the man looked at him this time.

He tried another question. “I noticed your chemistry book, is that your major?”

“Yup.”

“Um, what do you do with a chemistry degree?” Izuku asked genuinely.

This time Katsuki surprised Izuku when he stopped and put his book down before engaging. “I’m fascinated by the chemical reactions of fire and combustion. How it works, why it occurs, how it can be manipulated, stuff like that. And I don’t know, I could be a scientist, or maybe do pyrotechnics, just work somewhere I don’t have to talk to too many people.”

“Wow! I mean I was never good at math and stuff to understand, but it sounds pretty interesting.”

“I guess so. What’s with the questions all of a sudden?”

“W-Well,” Izuku shifted his body to face the man completely, “we’re roommates. I don’t expect us to be full-on friends, but I figured it would be nice to talk sometimes.” Katsuki’s silent reply of nothing forced him to make a decision to continue talking, because he assumed if the man wasn’t interested, he would have turned away. Silence wasn’t exactly a normal response, but maybe the blonde really wasn’t sure what to say next. “I don’t expect you tell me super personal stuff— just small talk. Like, um, what kind of music do you like?”

“Alternative.”

Izuku’s eyes flashed with surprise at such a quick response. Okay, so Katsuki was fine with answering. “I like that too! Well, some,” he giggled. “Though I mostly listen to pop now. What about movies?”

“Horror films.”

“Oof,” Izuku cringed. “I can’t handle those they scare me too much!”

“I remember. It gave you nightmares.”

Bouncing on the bed, Izuku’s legs moved to hang over the edge in his excitement. He was really surprised in a good way that Katsuki remembered something so mundane about him. “Wow! You still remember that?! Yeah,” he laughed, “I’ll stick to sci-fi or action. Plus, I’m not fond of theaters anyways so, I just watch stuff on my laptop.”

“Why not? You used to be the outgoing one.”

That made Izuku flinch because he wasn’t ready to tread into that territory with his former bully. “Oh, you know, it’s always crowded, and you have to deal with parent-less kids causing a racket in the place. I rather just enjoy my movie without all that.”

“Makes sense. I don’t care to go to places like that either.”

“Yeah, I noticed that— is there anything you do like or hobbies maybe?”

“Just exercising in the early morning, by myself, except since Eijiro inserted himself, I tolerate him.”

So, that confirmed what he’d already suspected. Katsuki kept his body in really great shape and that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Izuku. But since he wasn’t much of a morning person, he didn’t notice what time Katsuki left the dorm, only the man’s return, showered and refreshed. Needless to say, the blonde male with wet hair was nice to look at and smelled good too. “Oh,” his face heated up at the thought of it, but he needed to play dumb. “So, that’s what you do in the mornings. I wondered about that.”

Things between the roommates settle into a comfortable routine. As another month passes by, Izuku still needed to start the conversation, but at least Katsuki would respond amicably or engaged with him, and to his delight with the help of Eijiro, they’d even managed to get the man to go out to dinner once. Those years of dread and angst were melting away, and soon enough Izuku looked forward to spending time with his old friend.

He still couldn’t get a full read on Katsuki’s demeanor. The man’s emotionless responses made it difficult to tell whether or not he was even enjoying anything. So, Izuku could only assume that by participating, he didn’t mind. The old Katsuki would say whatever he was thinking, good or bad, and while he got the sense that he would do so as needed, such as letting him know about the scent issue, it would be really nice if it didn’t feel like a guessing game all the time. Regardless, the progress they were making to rekindle any sort of relationship was a win in Izuku’s mind.

“Here.”

Izuku looked up from his desk to see a plastic shopping bag held in Katsuki’s hand. “What’s this?” He took it tentatively.

“I saw it at the store. You still into this stuff?”

He opened the bag and pulled out the latest action figure of his favorite comic book character. It was a figurine he’d been saving up his spare money to buy. “Kacchan,” Izuku looked back up curiously at the man. “Is this for me? How’d you know?”

Katsuki just shrugged. “Just remembered you were obsessed with the guy.”

“Thank you, really, but I can’t except this gift, it’s not even my birthday.”

“Just take it. Think of it as an I’m sorry gift if it makes you feel better.”

As Izuku sat there stunned, the blonde simply went back to his bed without another word and picked up a book as if nothing significant had just occurred.

“T-Thank you, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, no prob.”

His face heated up and a smile took over as he stared at the action figure for a few seconds before staging it prominently on his bedside table. Izuku had left all of his collectibles at home, so it was nice to have something in their room. But even more important, was again, Katsuki remembered something about Izuku from their childhood and took the time to get this gift. Despite their long rocky history, this small act meant the world to him. It was the first true moment to make Izuku think, maybe they really could be like they once were.

Finals were approaching in barely two more weeks, and some students were already stressing out. The anxiety in the air felt palpable to Izuku. He could feel it practically oozing off the other students. Of course, everyone dealt with stress in different ways. Some went inwards, the pressure fueling them to work harder while other’s went the completely opposite route of goofing off and procrastinating. Other’s might stress eat, binge caffeine drinks, and friends banded together in study groups. But then there are the ones who took out their frustrations and stress on others.

Bullies. The bane of Izuku’s existence.

Most of the time, he could easily avoid their type around campus. He’d developed a sixth sense for such individuals which his therapist explained as a heightened sense of energy levels. It’s really not as mystical as it sounds, rather that, those like him that suffer from a high level of anxiety, are sensitive to other people’s emotional outputs. Being bullied or harassed himself certainly sent his anxiety’s skyrocketing but seeing it could also trigger a problem depending on the severity.

Hence his current predicament...

It was the end of the day for Izuku and he was ready to just get back to his dorm, eat something, and dive into his studies. One of his teachers had released the finals study guide early, so he thought it best to get a head start. But as he made his way past the row of dorm buildings, Izuku spotted something that sent a cold chill down his spine. Three men cornering a fourth. They were at least 50 yards away and he couldn’t hear everything they were yelling. Something about a group project, pulling weight— One man had grabbed the victims shirt and was semi-lifting him up while the other two men just watched and egged him on.

Oh, this was not good! Izuku’s memories started to replay and his experiences were brought back to the forefront. The men’s faces were so close... he could almost feel the hot breath wafting over, spit hitting his face, or the smell of the bullies breath. It made him sick to his stomach. Izuku’s heart raced, his throat began to close up, and breathing grew erratic. He needed to get out of there! The red piercing eyes of his nightmares took center stage in his mind’s eye... all those times he was harassed and battered by Katsuki rushing back like a wave to toss him against a wall of sandy hair.

‘Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths!’ Izuku screamed in his head, ‘calm down, calm down, get back to my room! It’s not you, it’s not you... it’s not him! It’s not him!!’

Izuku picked up the pace, a fast walk over a running sprint to avoid being noticed. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself and risk becoming the new target. He dug his nails hard into his arm to force his mind towards a physical distraction, but it wasn’t working.

A deep voice screamed, cursing at the top of its lungs, and filling Izuku’s mind, just like that long ago day. The worst attack, the one that finally pushed his mother to move him to a different school. All the fear coursing through his veins rush back, heart pounding against his rib cage. Katsuki had grabbed him, hand fisted into his shirt as he pushed Izuku up a wall and off his feet. He could still feel the cold stone wall behind him juxtaposed to the pain from his hot throbbing lip and swollen cheek where he’d been struck.

He burst through the dorm room door, stumbling, spilling his bag onto the floor as he fell to his knees, gasping for air because his jaw felt locked up and he couldn’t get enough air. All of his muscles were tensing up, imagined or not, it felt like he was suffocating. His body was shaking, sweating— he wanted to puke.

“Whoa, Zuku, what’s wrong?!”

Katsuki had rushed over and dropped to the floor, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders to hold him up and steady. But he couldn’t answer the man in words. Tears were streaming down his face as he did his best to focus and answer the man, but it was tough, fighting against the rapid assault of images in his mind and cursing blaring in his eardrums.

“Fuck, um, allergic reaction?!”

Izuku shook his head violently, no.

“Choking?!”

Again, Izuku shook his head violently, no.

“Panic attack?!”

Izuku now adamantly shook his head, yes!

“Okay, okay, shit, panic attacks, um, it’s been awhile, what do I— oh, right, okay, okay, d-don’t move!” Katsuki stumbled back to his feet and ran out of the room, coming back within a minute with a cup of ice cubes from the common kitchen. He takes one, two, three, shoving it into Izuku’s mouth. It took a bit of effort to get the man’s jaw to open wide enough to shove it in. “Close your mouth all the way, try to get the ice to touch the roof of your mouth.”

Seconds after the ice touched, it sent a brain freeze from hell shooting through Izuku’s pain receptors. “Ahhh!” He spat out all the melting cubes as his hands fly up to his head, cradling, squeezing to counter against the physical pain, “cold! Cold! Cold!”

At that statement, Katsuki slumped back onto his haunches in relief. “Oh good, it worked.” He then took Izuku’s hands with an even soft tone. “Look at me.” Once the man complied, he continued. “Focus on your breathing, inhale when I say to, exhale when I say to.”

Izuku struggled against the embers of irrational thoughts coupled with the brain freeze coming down. His breathing stayed haggard, jagged as he fought his own mind to follow Katsuki’s instructions. But every time he’d start to struggle, the man would refocus him back to the breathing by pressing his thumb nail into the webbing of Izuku’s hand. Not very hard, but enough of a sting to bring back his focus on the physical. It took about 15 minutes until he could breathe in time with Katsuki’s words.

Be it the overwhelming sense of release or sheer exhaustion, Izuku collapsed on to Katsuki’s chest. His panicked breathing whittled down to silent sobbing. The blonde didn’t move or flinch and held the man up, simply keeping his arms around his back without a word. Minutes dragged by as the tears finally slowed.

“Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku breathed out. “How’d you know what to do?”

“Let’s just say, I’ve had my share.”

Izuku sat back, rubbing away the moisture drying on his cheeks as he looked at his roommate with new eyes. “You? W-When? I-I mean if you don’t wanna say, it’s fine, I’ll understand. We probably both have a lot a secrets.”

Katsuki thought for a moment. “If I tell you what happened, you gotta come clean too.”

He hadn’t expected that, but after what had just occurred, perhaps it was time. “Okay,” Izuku nods.

“In middle school I was sent to a therapist because of my anger issues and diagnosed as a high functioning autistic. Frankly, I don’t know how much to believe in that, but in the end, the therapist was a good thing.” Katsuki leaned back against a desk leg. “The short answer, I learned the reason I’d started bullying you was because I was getting frustrated with myself which lead to anger, and I wrongly took it out on the closest person to me.”

“Why were you frustrated? I thought we were fine...”

“It had nothing to do with you. It was me and I don’t know, I just started feeling different, I didn’t like being around people, didn’t understand or even care about anyone because I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. Yet I’d watch you make friends so effortlessly and I got mad. There’s a lot more to it, even blamed my mom for some of it, but I just didn’t know how else to get it out except through anger. It took a few years to learn to control myself. That’s one of the reasons I got into exercising. If I start feeling frustrated, I can take it out that way now, burn off the excess energy I guess.”

Izuku was a little taken aback at the idea Katsuki’s been diagnosed on the autism spectrum. The man didn’t seem like he had a mental disorder, but the clues were there. The aversion to certain stimulus, social apathy, his fixations on certain elements. “Wow... I had no idea. It doesn’t excuse what you did, but I’m glad you’ve come this far.”

“So, what about you?”

“I don’t think it was just the bullying that started it all. After my dad left us, I was already vulnerable, it’s why I latched onto you so quickly. So, when you started— I-I felt extremely hurt. You were my first friend, my best friend Kacchan and when you started hurting me... I don’t know what was worse, the physical pain or the mental ones. By the time I moved schools, I’d developed anxiety and depression, and it got so bad my mom finally took me to a therapist where I worked all through high school to get it under control. I do really good now, but sometimes things trigger me.” More tears resurface to cloud Izuku’s eyes, but he kept them from spilling. “Today, on my way here, I-I saw a guy being harassed and it brought it all back again. Nothing was working, so I just thought if I could just get to safety, a-and I don’t know, I figured I could get it under control once I was alone. But I’m glad you were here, because I don’t think I could have. You really, saved me today Kacchan.”

“It doesn’t make up for anything. I’m the asshole who made you like this.”

He snorted a laugh, “that’s for sure, but the cause became the cure.”

“What?”

“You caused this, but today you cured it. That means a lot to me because I do want to forgive you.”

“No. I don’t deserve a second chance. I’m content that we’re at least on speaking terms again and I could make amends somehow.”

“Kacchan, everyone deserves a second chance.” Izuku’s smile returned. “We were kids. You didn’t know better. And you’ve changed, that’s the important thing. I think we’ve both changed.”

“How?”

“Well, it’s those experiences that helped me to find a new passion in life to help others— people like us who are struggling with something. Turn a negative into a positive.”

“How the hell do you do that? You just had a panic attack and you’re already sunny smiles again. I mean you were always like this, and it’s me, I just don’t get emotions, but if you wanna forgive me, I guess I can’t stop you.”

Izuku shrugged. “Nope you, can’t,” he smiled wider. “Right now, this is probably the happiest I’ve felt in a very long time.” He stood up and extended a hand, helping Katsuki to his feet. “Dinner, my treat.”

“I don’t feel like going out.”

“I know,” Izuku smiled. “I’ll order in.”

[icanshouyoutheworld]

Bakugou x fem!reader // ch.1

This is a style of fanfic I'm experimenting with - please let me know if you want more! Also, my inbox is open for haikyuu and bhna requests!

It’s been years since you’ve seen either Bakugou or Midoriya. You can’t help but think of them now, as you pedal down the street towards U.A. It’s your first day of school, having gotten in through recommendation, and a roiling mix of excitement and nerves rolls through your stomach.

You bet Bakugou will be there. At U.A, you mean. Back when you were all kids it’s all he went on about, wanting to be a hero, wanting to be the next All Might. Which, really, would have been all well and good if he wasn’t such a bastard to everyone he met. To Midoriya, in particular. You can clearly remember, even now, the way he’d kept himself on a pedestal above Midoriya at all times. Never taking an offered hand, never stopping to consider the weight of his actions and the damage they left behind.

You’d lost contact with the both of them during middle school after having moved away. It was only to the next city over, but it was far enough that you’d had to go to a different middle school. At first you’d kept contact with the both of them, willingly with Midoriya and grudgingly with Bakugou. You’d tried to put the two of them in a group chat with you but Bakugou wouldn’t have it and left immediately. Not long after that, you completely lost contact with him.

You always wondered how he was doing, but you weren’t sure if it was out of nostalgia for times-gone-by or genuine concern. Either way, Midoriya hadn’t ever really said more than the standard kacchan is doing just fine!! and not long after that you lost contact with him, too. You later heard from a friend who knew people at their middle school that Bakugou had broken Midoriya’s phone and, though you didn’t believe that the boy who kept a note of everything hadn’t thought to take a note of your phone number, you didn’t push it and eventually let it go.

That’s just how life goes really, people come and go.

Until now anyways. 

You’re almost certain that Bakugou is somewhere beyond the giant, gleaming doors to the entrance of U.A.

You release a slow breath; nervous but unable to fight the wide smile.

You’re finally here, afterall. After dreaming about U.A for so many years, dreaming of entering the hero course, you were finally about to live the reality.

By the time you’ve made it to the sliding door of 1-A your heart is thudding in your chest. From the stairs or from the apprehension? You don’t really know. You’re not sure you care, either. The elation of actually being here trumps everything else.

“I can do this,” you murmur under your breath. You place a hand over your chest, above your heart, feeling it pound and channelling that fear into excitement. I’ve got this, you think. I can do this.

You curl your fingers into the handle and slide the door open.

Bakugou is there. You were right. 

But thinking he was going to be there is one thing, actually seeing him is something else entirely.

He looks exactly how you remember him. Older, sure, but he’s exactly the same.

Your stomach bottoms out, your throat goes dry. You don’t know what to think, what to feel. You know you should be pissed off. Pissed off for how he treated Midoriya over the years, pissed off for how he refused to keep in contact with you. 

But you aren’t. If anything, you’re a little taken off-guard by how good-looking he is.

As soon as the thought registers in your mind, Bakugou’s eyes meet yours. 

They’re a burning red, and the intensity of his stare startles you for a second. A tall boy with glasses is lecturing him, clearly unperturbed by the fact that Bakugou is no longer paying him any attention and continuing to rant about Bakugou’s obviously-unchanged bad attitude.

Bakugo is sitting leaned back in his seat, his right leg thrown haphazardly up onto his desk, his hands stuffed low in his trouser pockets. He isn’t wearing a tie, his shirt is untucked and unbuttoned at the top, looking the absolute picture of disobedience. 

Though, you can’t help the way that your eyes are drawn to the rounded points of his collarbones that are framed in the V of his open collar. 

Bakugou still hasn’t spoken, neither have you. The students in the room continue talking, the world continues spinning, but you and Bakugou are frozen. 

He slowly lowers his leg off the table, leans forwards and opens his mouth as though to say something but is immediately cut off.

“y/n?” A voice says behind you. You jolt in surprise, not having expected anyone to come up behind you, and the voice immediately registers. It’s deeper than you remember, but there’s no mistaking it.

“Midoriya?” You say, with all the incredulity you were trying desperately not to show. You definitely hadn’t expected Midoriya to be here. He didn’t even have a quirk! Unless… unless, he’d lied to you? But… No. Midoriya wouldn’t lie to you like that, would he?

“Deku?” Clearly you weren’t the only one in shock. “How the fuck did you get in?” Katsuki yells, his voice as gruff as it is in your memories of him. 

“I-” Midoriya starts. Bakugou’s desk squeals across the floor as he stomps to his feet and shoves it away in a burst of power. Whatever haze of surprise had come over his face when he saw you was long-gone now, replaced by blazing fury and gritted teeth. The skin between his eyebrows pinches as he furrows them in anger. Midoriya squeaks as Bakugou grabs him by the front of his shirt. 

“You don’t even have a fucking quirk, stupid Deku!” Bakugou growls.

“Y-yes, I do!” Midoriya shouts back, standing his ground despite the tremor in his hands and unsteadiness of his voice. “You saw it!”

“You-”

“I earned this!” Midoriya continues, cutting Bakugou off. “I can become a hero!”

Bakugou sucks in a sharp breath, up close you don’t miss the flash of hurt across his face. He feels betrayed, you realise. The same as you do. You don’t hate Midoriya for it, you don’t even know what his quirk is. Maybe it just materialised late? But you can’t shake the uneasiness lodged in your gut. 

“I see you haven’t changed one bit?” You snap at Bakugou, sucking your teeth with a sharp tut and yanking Bakugou’s arm from Midoriya’s uniform. 

“What’s it to you, y/n?” Bakugou says sharply, shoving Midoriya away with a deft movement just to show he can. Midoriya stumbles back into the corridor for a moment, before righting himself and sheepishly fixing his clothing. 

“Ah, right. So you do remember me, then? I was beginning to think you’d forgotten.” You cross your arms over your chest and glare at Bakugou. Though, on the other side of the corridor sunlight is catching the swirling motes of dust, making them glitter the sort of gold that seems to set them on fire. Bakugou’s hair is caught in the light, in the gold, fly-away strands of his already unruly spikes glowing with it. It’s distracting, for a second you half-forget you’re meant to be angry.

“Ah! You got in! I knew you would!” A girl has come up behind them, her bag bouncing against her back as she jumps up and down, cheering for Midoriya. As frustrated as you are with him, you’re glad at least Midoriya seems to have made a decent friend. 

With a loud huff, Bakugou turns away. He shoulder barges you, very obviously on purpose as he returns back to his seat but you don’t give him the satisfaction of stumbling to the side. He’ll need to try harder than that if he wants to get you off-balance. You’re nothing like the girl he treated like an underling when you were kids. Given the right opportunity, you were more than confident that you could kick his ass, knock him down a peg. God knows he needs it.

“This isn’t a place for socialising,” another voice drones from behind you and, really, you need to stop letting people creep up on you like this. First Midoriya, then his friend, and now… Ah. The teacher. Well. You can’t really fight with that. 

Although, teacher may be a stretch. You recognise Aizawa immediately, even through the mess of black hair covering his face in mussed clumps from where he lays on his side in a bright yellow sleeping bag. He looks like some sort of overgrown larvae. 

“This is the hero course,” he says flatly, pointedly sucking a pouch of juice empty for emphasis. “It’s taken you far too long to quiet down.” He slowly peels himself out of the sleeping bag and gets to his feet. “Time’s precious, you lot are wasting it.”

Aizawa pins you with a dry look and you hurry to take a seat. Which unfortunately turns out to be the one right behind Bakugou. All of the other’s are taken, though. Midoriya and his friend had rushed for a seat at the same time, and managed, somehow, to seat themselves before you.

Bakugou’s eyes follow you as you walk around him to your desk. His lips are pursed in a scowl, his nostrils flaring slightly as though he’s restraining himself from something. His shoulders bunch tensely as I sit behind him. 

“I’m your homeroom teacher,” Aizawa continues. “It’s nice to meet you. Now, put your gym clothes on and head to the grounds.”

Bakugou’s back jolts with a scoff you don’t hear.

Then, he turns his head. His profile catches in the light, catches the red of his eyes, giving them a rich, liquid quality. A shadow accentuates his sharp jawline as he speaks.

“You’re going fucking down,” he threatens, not once breaking eye-contact. 

You stand from your seat and, before you can even question where the confidence has come from, you slap his shoulder as you walk past him.

“You can try.” You wink.

[shutupandshipit]

Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.8

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 8/20

Previously <- Chapter 7: Catch

Chapter 9: Refill -> Next (coming 2/21)

Chapter 8: First Snows

“Kacchan! Kacchan!” Katsuki wasn’t sure how Izuku had gotten into his house, but when he opened his eyes, it was to the omega bouncing on his knees on the edge of his bed. His bright green eyes sparkled with excitement, curls bouncing right along with his movements. His hair was sprinkled with water droplets. “Wake up, Kacchan!”

Groaning, Katsuki rolled onto his side and tried to pull the blanket over his head. “What do you want, Deku? Do you know what time it is?”

“6:37 in the morning!”

Katsuki’s sleep slow brain took several long moments to process the information, moments where it also made the attempt to shut off again. “Then why are you here?” he finally asked, “You have your own bed! Go home! How did you even get in here?” Instead of pulling the blanket up higher, still pinned beneath Izuku’s knees, he just slid deeper beneath the covers. No way was he getting up before 8:00 after how long practice had run the night before. Izuku was fucking insane.

Behind him, Katsuki’s blanket lifted and Izuku slid in behind him. He snarled, but didn’t do anything more as Izuku’s warmth joined his. “Auntie let me in. But Kacchan, listen, it’s snowing!”

Katsuki flipped to face the smaller boy, red eyes wide. “Snowing? How deep is it?”

Izuku grinned. “Deep enough to make a snow angel. Let’s go play! It’s the first snow! We have to play before it stops falling!”

Even though Katsuki hated the cold, the excitement on Izuku’s face drew him in and between one breath and then next, he felt his own light up. “Yeah,” he said, and then after a moment, louder, “Yeah!” He flung the covers from their bodies as Izuku laughed, launching himself from the bed and towards his closet to pull on a heavy jacket over his pajamas, mittens and a hat. Grabbing a thick pair of socks, he waved Izuku towards the door. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Scrambling up and after him, Izuku asked, “You’re not going to change into pants?”

“No time! We can’t let anyone get to the snow first!”

Izuku ran after him as they tore through the house despite Mitsuki screaming at them to “Stop running in the house, you damn brats!” They took only the briefest moment to shove their feet into boots, not even taking the time to tie them correctly, before they were bursting into the frigid morning air.

Overhead, the clouds were thick and black, standing still as tiny white snowflakes drifted from them. Even though it was still dark, the pure white snow was almost luminous. Their breath plumed out in huge clouds in front of their faces and their laughter filled the street, excited in only the way children could be.

The snow was already deep enough to completely overtake Katsuki’s boots, and he laughed, lifting his feet high to stomp through the drifts. It snuck its way into his boots and soaked the bottom of his pajamas.

Izuku’s hand slid into Katsuki’s, and he pulled him towards the middle of their street. The roads of their neighborhood were still deserted that early in the morning, and with snow piled so high, they were likely to stay that way well into the afternoon. Releasing his hand, Izuku let himself fall back into the snow. Still soft, it compressed beneath his weight, but it was thick enough to cushion his fall. He smiled up at Katsuki. “Let’s make snow angels.”

Grinning, Katsuki followed his lead and flopped back into the snow. He swung his legs and arms wildly until he’d made a sizeable angel. When he was satisfied, he went still, simply staring at the sky.

Izuku’s fingers found his again, freezing without his gloves, and Katsuki curled their fingers tightly together.

…..

Katsuki hands were clasped around Izuku’s waist, Izuku’s hands resting lightly over them. Together, they glided across the ice as one entity.

When they’d started skating together again, Katsuki had honestly thought it was going to be a complete disaster. He really did. They hadn’t skated together for the better part of a decade. It wasn’t far out of the realm of possibility that they would be complete shit together.

They weren’t though, and that made Katsuki’s alpha run circles in his chest.

On the breeze generated by their speed, Izuku’s mint and lightning storm scent was constantly wafted back to him. Hours of team practice and then hours of practice afterward had washed away his blockers, and though Katsuki could still smell him when he wore blockers, this was better. Cleaner. Softer. Sweeter.

They skated in silence, the rink filled only by the sound of their blades on the ice.

When they skated together, it was like nothing had changed. Like not even a minute had passed since they’d presented. They fell into step with each other easily, Katsuki compensating for Izuku and Izuku compensating for Katsuki. They didn’t need an adjustment period to learn how the other skated with their new hurts. Just like before, they could read and interpret each other’s movements at the drop of a hat.

Even if they’d had to start all over from zero, that would have been fine with Katsuki. At least this way he could touch Izuku again. Even when he’d been practicing with Mina, it had been a long time since he’d touched someone as intimately as he and Izuku handled each other, and that seemed to drive home the fact of just how touchstarved he was.

Against Izuku’s sides, Katsuki palms tingled and sweat profusely. He pulled away from Izuku to spin across the ice, and Izuku’s shirt had two large wet spots right where Katsuki’s hands had been. He grimaced, but tried to ignore them. Izuku hadn’t mentioned it yet so neither would he.

As they rounded back toward each other to simulate a lift, Katsuki caught the determination in Izuku’s eyes.

It was so good just to be able to skate with Izuku again, but as much as they’d fallen back into their old routine, things weren’t exactly the same. Each time they attempted to simulate any trick whether that be a lift, throw or even a death spiral, one or both of them hesitated and they would have to stumble to a stop against each other.

The worst part was that they were both at fault. Katsuki was afraid to drop Izuku even if he was confident in his ability to catch him, and Izuku was scared of being dropped.

If it hadn’t been for Katsuki’s stubborn refusal, they’d be further along, maybe even completely passed Izuku’s hesitation. With the fear fresh after dropping with Todoroki, Katsuki knew they would need time to get back to where they’d been before, but that didn’t make the situation any less frustrating.

They came back together again, Katsuki’s hands finding Izuku’s waist. As his grip tightened in preparation to simulate the lift, the smell of fear shot through Izuku’s scent. Katsuki faltered, Izuku’s skates a mere inch above the ice.

…..

Katsuki released Izuku immediately, stumbling back. “Fuck!” he snarled, pushing away from him for the hundredth time that night.

Izuku slowed to a stop with a frustrated sigh of his own, scrubbing a hand through his sweat damp curls. Still, relief bloomed in his chest. “I’m sorry, Kacchan, I know this is really annoying. I’m frustrated too. It’s just really hard for me to get passed this mental block. I’m sorry.”

Katsuki didn’t turn to face him, and Izuku saw how his shoulders tensed, muscle coiling beneath his black muscle tee. “Don’t fucking apologize. I’m not- It’s not just-” Another huff exploded from him, and he turned to face Izuku. “Let’s just go again.”

Izuku’s watch chimed, and he frowned. Glancing down, he was surprised when 22:45 flashed up at him. He knew they’d been at it for awhile, knew it by the nauseous gnawing hunger in his gut and the headache beginning to pound at his temple, but he hadn’t realized just how long. He sighed, running a hand back through his hair again. “I think we should call it for today. It’s almost eleven, and I know you like to practice early.”

Katsuki’s head snapped up from where he’d been wiping slush from his blades. “It’s fucking what?” He pushed off to snatch up his phone where it’d been sitting on the top of the wall. “How the fuck?”

Now that Izuku knew the time though, he could see just how tired Katsuki must have been as well. Dark half moons rested beneath his red eyes and his skin was pale. They’d been pushing themselves the past couple days in an attempt to catch up to their teammates, and he thought that maybe it was starting to catch up to them.

Gliding up beside him, Izuku said, “Let’s go home for today. We’ll be back tomorrow anyway.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Fuck it.” Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose then, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. With the other, he rubbed small circles into his temple.

They slowly gathered their things together and headed for the doors. As soon as they stepped outside, Izuku gasped. “Kacchan, it’s snowing!”

Katsuki cast his eyes skyward, snowflakes alighting in his eyebrows. “What the hell is this shit doing here?” he grumbled as he immediately dove into his back to pull out a black and orange woolen beanie with an X graphic and black gloves. Izuku was instantly jealous, silently lamenting the fact that he still hadn’t bought a new pair of gloves and hat. “It’s fucking October. Why is it snowing? We’re going to be under snow for months if this sticks.” Pulling everything on, he turned to lock the doors.

And it really looked like the snow would stick. The flakes were large and soft, already beginning to gather along tree branches and in the grass.

Izuku continued to stare at the dark sky, the clouds lit from beneath by the always awake city lights. A soft smile pulled at his mouth. “I think it’s pretty. I always love the first snow of the season.”

“Of course you would, shitty Deku-” He cut off abruptly as he turned to stare at him. Izuku knew what he must have looked like with his hands tucked into his armpits and ears already bitten red with cold. “Where are your gloves and hat? You live in goddamn Yuuei and you don’t have your shit?”

“They’re falling apart! I haven’t had time to buy a new set!” Izuku defended himself, but it was weak at best. He grinned sheepishly.

Growling, Katsuki jerked off his gloves and hat, and shoved them into Izuku’s hands. “Jesus- let’s just get back before you lose a finger or something.” Shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets and hunching his shoulders towards his ears, he stalked passed Izuku in the direction of their apartment building.

Scrambling to pull the items on, Izuku rushed to catch up to the alpha. “Wait, Kacchan, can we get ramen? It’s on the way. My treat!”

Red eyes met his, scowl firmly in place, but there was something soft in the way he looked at Izuku. It made his heart flutter.

After a moment, Katsuki glanced away again. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

[sifl-senpai]

Author Tag Game!

I was tagged by the incredible and thoughtful @embyrinitalics!! The rules are to share something you’ve written that you look back on and makes you think “I’m such a good writer,” and then tag three more authors. (Honestly though, I’m with you in that I don’t think I’m that great of a writer per se!! So instead, here’s a snippet of the most recent BNHA BKDK story I’m trying to bang out.)

“What the hell are you doing here?! Huh? You stupid-!”

“I thought you hit your head!” whined Izuku, clutching the board and his eye, his notebook scattered open-leafed across the ground like a crushed flower spreading its warped petals.

“You’re a fucking civilian, Deku! This is an off-limits area! Are you trying to rupture a hidden Scub pustule and get yourself killed? Huh?!”

Anything Izuku might have said was a stupid idea at best, and he knew it, but some lessons he could never bring himself to learn.

“B-but what about you?” asked Izuku. “Kacchan, if you’d fallen and disturbed something beneath the ground, you--!”

Katsuki snatched his board from Izuku, and then grabbed the boy by the collar. His barrage of insults came next in an anger-fueled onslaught, each passionately emphasized with a furious shake of Izuku’s collar.

“Are you saying I can’t handle myself? Is that why you came after me? Is that why you’ve been watching me? Wanted to rush in and save me from some kind of emergency so people’d give you a second look? You thought you’d capitalize on whenever I screwed up?!”

“No!” cried Izuku, his fingers wrapping around the fist currently balled in his jacket. “Not at all!”

“God, you are so full of shit!!” Katsuki bit out, all but tossing Izuku towards the fence.

“B-but my note--!”

Katsuki shook him again before he could get a solid grip, and then dragged him towards the chain-link fence. Behind him, the pages of Izuku’s notebook fluttered in the wind, abandoned and forlorn.

“I told you to get the fuck out of here!” screamed Katsuki, jerking like he might kick Izuku, or perhaps slam the board against his head.

Izuku flinched.

The moment drew to an awful still, like the two of them were encased in amber, neither able to move forward nor back down. Only when a gentle breeze swept through the field and brushed the stifling dust away did Izuku look back to Katsuki’s face.

Katsuki loomed over him, panting, his brow covered in sweat from his ride, lips parted in teeth-gnashing fury, and his unbuttoned uniform jacket gaping open at his chest. The midday sun above his head made him appear a great and terrible being crowned by an ancient, massive halo, and Izuku only a mouse beneath him. They stared at each other, seething, cowering, waiting, lost.

“Leave!” Katsuki finally barked, his voice strangled between anger and desperation, straightening himself up and stepping back from Izuku. “Get out of here, Deku, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kacchan,” murmured Izuku, unmoving, his sneakered feet stupidly splayed with his dirtied pants bunched up above his exposed ankles as he watched Katsuki turn his back and make a running start into the trapar.

“Go home, Deku!” repeated Katsuki, lowering the board and jumping onto it in one smooth motion. The airborne lines of trapar gently glowed under the board’s influence and carried him into the sky.

In the span of a few seconds, Katsuki went back to being by himself in the air and Izuku was left alone on the ground, watching him move farther and farther out of reach with bruised, watery eyes. They were as they always were: alone, together.

....and that’s that for an excerpt from my BNHA Eureka Seven AU! If you liked it, you can read more on Ao3.

I tag @lawliyeeeet, @rironomind, and @systermatic as well as anyone else who so chooses to participate!!!!!

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Can you give me a angrily pining Bakugou with an oblivious Midoriya, sprinkled with some making out and a happy ending?Your writing is awesome, btw.

Your wish is my command! Also, thank you so much you’re so sweet I love you!!!!!!!

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“Dude, Bakugo.” 

The blond, who had been talking up until that moment, paused and scowled at the red head before him. Growling like an angry dog whose food had been touched, he barked in response.

“’The fuck? What!?” 

Kirishima sighed while shaking his head. 

“Bakugo, you’ve been talking about Deku for like...10 minutes straight. I get you don’t like him, but could you lighten up a bit?” 

“AH!?” Small explosions burst from his palms, but Kirishima simply sighed again and got up from the lunch table, already used to the fiery boys attitude. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he got rid of his trash and approached Deku, who was sitting on the other side of the large food hall with Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki. 

“Oh! Kirishima, hey!” Deku was the first to notice him, pausing before he could take another bite of his food. 

“Listen dude, could you like...talk to Bakugo or something? I don’t know what’s going on, but he seems to have an issue with you.” 

It was hard to decipher anything Bakugo had been going on about, truthfully. It was mainly mumbled incoherent cursing and badmouthing related to Deku, from what he could pick up. For the most part he tried not to feed into it, in hopes the rabid animal would settle down if he was ignored. Since that plan didn’t work, Kirishima decided it best to confront the green haired boy to get him to handle it.

An immediate look of confusion crossed Deku’s defined features, his emerald eyes shifting from Kirishima to just behind him and across the large building. Though he couldn’t see him well, Deku could tell just by the body language of the blond that he wasn’t very happy. It was of no surprise when Bakugo finally seemed to snap with a loud yell, popping off some explosions before storming outside. Deku and the rest of the table, along with Kirishima, sat in silence for a few moments. The rest of the students pausing for only a second before continuing with their light buzz of chatter. 

“Maybe they didn’t have what he wanted to eat today.” Todoroki chimed in, Iida and Uraraka doing their best to stifle their giggles at the light comment. Deku knew a bit better than that though, and with a soft sigh, he stood from the table and passed his remaining food to Iida and Uraraka. “You guys can have the rest, I’ll go see what’s wrong with Kacchan.” 

“Sorry about this Deku, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“It’s okay Kirishima, I’ll figure it out.” 

Deku made his way outside after Bakugo, looking around to try and figure out where he could of gone. “Maybe to the dorms..” He muttered to himself as he started walking, jumping in surprise as a loud pop went off behind him. 

“Where ya goin’, Deku?” 

“OH! Ah, Kacchan! I was uh..looking..for you.” He squirmed a bit where he stood, unable to make eye contact for a few moments before finally raising his head and regretting it. There was, what seemed to be, pure hatred pouring out of the teen before him. 

Bakugo sauntered menacingly over to the other, who was still fidgeting and trying to figure out what actions he should take as to not anger his friend any further. 

“You got somethin’ you wanna say, shitty Deku?” 

Little pops traveled along his fingertips as he raised a hand, and Deku wiped some of the sweat from his forehead before straighten his back to face the blond head on. They were only about a foot apart at this point. 

“Kirishima told me you seemed angry, and that it had to do with me. I wanted to know if I did something to upset you.” 

“AH!?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, lip raised as he snarled at Deku, but Deku was growing more comfortable now that he had been in the other’s presence for a few minutes. His main uneasiness always happened upon first interaction, but when he realized this was just Kacchan, the Kacchan he was so used to since childhood, he found it easy to relax and face him. 

“Let’s..go somewhere else to talk, Kacchan.” 

Deku didn’t wait for the hotheaded teen to speak before he took a step back and turned on his heel, heading in the direction of the dorms. Once there, and glad to find they were alone, he turned himself back around to face the other who had been growling and sputtering foul language the entire walk over. If they were going to talk, Deku felt he should respect Bakugo’s privacy and have them somewhere without others, since he knew it was hard for the blond to express himself in general, let alone in front of an audience. 

“Fuckin’ Deku, you’re so goddamn annoyin’, ya know that? Why can’t you just mind your business!?” As he spoke, nearly shouting, he took steps forward until that distance was cut to less than a foot this time, their bodies nearly touching as Bakugo leaned down toward Deku’s face, continuing to snarl like a rabid dog. 

“No one asked for your help, shitty Deku.”

“Kirishima did.” 

Deku could see the anger rising in Bakugo’s face as blood rushed from the base of his neck up to his hairline, dying his pale skin a light pink hue. It had been a while since Bakugo had approached him this closely, and Deku found himself taking in little things he hadn’t noticed before. The wrinkles underlining those sharp crimson eyes, and the wrinkles were also highlighted by the bags under his eyes. They were large, deep grey half circles extending down about an inch or so. Deku wondered if he hadn’t been sleeping well, and he wondered if it had to do with him. 

“If I did something Kacchan, you have to let me know. I can’t do anything about it if you just get mad.”

His voice was low, nearly a whisper, the other being so close to him was a bit overwhelming, and he could feel his heart beginning to quicken slightly. 

He also noticed how Bakugo’s mouth looked, and how as he spoke or growled or snarled, his lips would bend and shift appropriately for the expression; fitting each emotion perfectly. Deku had never paid such close attention to those lips, but now that he was, he found himself a bit fixated. Bakugo caught on.

“DEKU!” 

But before the teen could even react to the shout, he was thrown off by strong hands grabbing a hold of his shirt and yanking him forward. There was no time to process what had happened, but as his senses came together, he realized the situation. Their mouths had crashed together painfully, teeth scraping against sore lips as neither knew what they were doing. Deku grasped desperately to Bakugo as he struggled for breath and clarity. 

The blond paid no mind, aggressively forcing the other’s mouth open with his tongue, dominating the unexplored space as his own. Their breaths were hot and fast, saliva dribbling down Deku’s chin as his body began to grow weak under the overwhelming pressure that was Bakugo. His cheeks were hot to the touch, rosy pink shining brightly as blood rushed underneath his skin. Bakugo had tore a bit of Deku’s lip with his teeth in the collision, his tongue tracing the wound like a hungry animal, lapping up the iron tasting crimson. 

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Bakugo shoved Deku back, raising a hand to his own mouth as he panted, eyes narrowed.

When Deku caught his breath and truly realized what had happened, he stumbled back a bit, emerald eyes wide and ...worried. 

“K-Kacchan! W-..what was that!? Why would you..?” He could taste the blood now, running his tongue over his sore and swollen lip before wincing at the sharp sting it caused. The blond scoffed and shifted his gaze from Deku to the window that was nearest to them.

“I’ve been fuckin’ pissed lately, mostly at your dumbass, but I wanted to know why.” Wiping at his mouth, he turned his gaze back onto Deku, who was beyond confused at this point. 

“You’ve been gettin’ ahead of yourself when you’re fightin’, you keep fuckin’ yourself up and you’re gonna end up dyin’.” 

Slowly then Bakugo approached Deku and reached out a tentative hand, carefully placing it on the top of his head. With a bit more force, he ruffled those green locks, his usual sharp gaze had softened slightly. 

“Don’t go where I can’t reach you, shitty Deku.” 

None of this had clarified anything for the teen, but as Bakugo jolted in surprise at the sound of other people returning to the dorm, and quickly scrambled away from him to go yell at Kirishima for butting into business that wasn’t his, Deku found his heart beating with an unfamiliar heaviness. 

The sting of his battered lip had been replaced by a soft tingling, the lingering feeling of Bakugo’s warmth radiating through him and causing him to steam up again in embarrassment. Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka all took notice.

“Oh! Deku, your lip! Are you okay?”

“Did Bakugo do that to you?”

“Bakugo-kun! Violence was unnecessary!” 

“SHUT UP! I DIDN’T DO SHIT!”

All Deku could do was sheepishly smile, rubbing at the back of his head as he shook off the concerns of his friends. Tossing a passing glance at Bakugo as their moment together faded, he held onto the feeling the other teens actions left in his chest, and the last words he spoke. 

Don’t go where I can’t reach you.

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Anon, I wholeheartedly thank you for this prompt, this was so much fun to write. I really hope you enjoy it!

[hedwig96]

MHA Dadmight AU Fic.

Hey everyone! I made this dadmight AU awhile back, and I’ve slowly been ruminating on it even though I’m no writer. Let me know what you think! (also please stay safe and healthy during this crazy f**king time)

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“If you wanna be a hero that badly, there’s a quick way to do it. Believe that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a last chance dive off the roof!”

I can’t believe that he said that. He wasn’t serious, was he? How could Kacchan? Just because I want to be a hero? Even though I’m…

“I’m sorry, but your son is…”

“I’m so sorry Izuku!”

“Shut up you useless…”

Quirkless.  I’m quirkless. And I understand that heroes have always had quirks. But that doesn’t mean…it doesn’t...doesn’t mean that I can’t. Anyone can be a hero, regardless of talent. They just need the heart…right? Well, a certain person probably needs to stop, but I’m already upset about today – the burns and words alone are making this a bad day. I’m so upset that I just…can’t focus. I don’t know where I am. A sewer? What…what is that noise? Squelching? Wha – and something is IN MY MOUTH. WHAT IS HAPPENING. I CAN’T BREATHE. I CAN’T BREATHE. I CAN’T...

“Don’t worry citizen, for I am here!”…and it stops. I can finally breathe. Wait…that frame, and that battle cry, can it really be..?

“Oh…d-All Might. You’re here. Thanks for saving me.”

“Izuku! Hello so – I mean, random citizen that I saved. What are you doing down here in this dreadful sewer?” What am I doing here, what is he doing here?

“…what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Tokyo?” I’m trying to keep any annoyance out of my voice. But the question is more out of genuine curiosity.

“Well…I just decided to come on by…” Ok. That’s starting to sound like an excuse.

“So that means that you didn’t tell her at all. Ok, so you’re just doing that thing where you do hero work ‘in secret’…”

“No, that’s not it…” Panic starts to invade his voice. He’s sweating a little bit. He looks tired.

“So are you actually coming by –"

“Why don’t we talk where people won’t here us random citizen about things that I have no idea about!”

“What – no! What are you doING!!!”

He grabbed and there we go – launched up to a rooftop. Thanks All Might. I was not ready for that – had to grab his freaking pants so I would flail around. Again, thanks for that. But we stuck the landing. He let go of me after landing, and the only thing I could do was just back off. When I lifted my head to look at him, I was immediately met with steam spreading all over the rooftop. Oh great – he’s been working too much. Again. She won’t be happy about that.

When the steam cleared, there wasn’t a towering blond, but a sickly skeleton of a man. If any normal person were here, they’d be shocked to see the Symbol of Peace coughing up blood and looking like he could wilt any second. But again, not me.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself, dad. You know mom won’t be happy to hear about this –”

“Yes, my boy, I know…”  

“You know that you shouldn’t be working when you’re coughing up blood. Does your doctor know about this? Wait, you probably haven’t seen your doctor in a while –” I’m starting to mumble – hand on my chin. Should I really be lecturing my own father about taking care of himself?

“Now son, just give me a second, I can explain –”

“Regardless, that still doesn’t explain why you’re here. Are you visiting this time? You know, mom appreciates it when you –” Why is he here? I’m going through my brain thinking about the potential reasons.

“Izuku my boy, just let me speak!” Silence. Hands fall to my side. Eyes widen. Dad doesn’t normally yell.

“Izuku, my boy. I’m sorry. Are you ok? It looked like that villain was suffocating you.” His tone leaks worry. He walks over and reaches out for my shoulder. His grip is bony, a little hard, yet slightly comforting.

“No, dad, I’m fine.” I look down at my feet and feel my cheeks warming - shame. I don’t like it when mom and dad worry, and they both already do that too much because of me. I hate that so much.

“And what were you doing in that sewer? Is this sewer on the way home, and does your mother know you went this way?” His voice progressively gets a little louder and filled with more worry and confusion. I mean if you saw your son for the first time in months in a sewer being suffocated by a slime villain, you probably would be confused and worried too.

“No dad, it’s not normally on my way home. Just had a bad day. But I’m fine. What were you doing down there dad?” He looks a little flabbergasted.

“W-what was I doing? Stopping a villain!” He’s sweating a little bit and runs his hand through his hair.

“I know that – I was there. But…why were you down there? And again, what are you doing in Musutafu?” He’s…dodging the question. This isn’t going to end well. I can’t help it – I’m starting to get a little angry.

“Well, you know that I was stopping a villain…and just patrolling.” He’s not even looking at me anymore. I’m getting angrier now – was he just planning on coming here, stopping a villain, and leaving? “But, since I’m here, I can surprise your mother! I guess the surprise for you is already ruined…”

“Dad, you weren’t planning on seeing us, were you? You know mom doesn’t like seeing you hurt because you overdid it. So there’s no way this was your plan all along.” He looks back at me in shock. Bullseye.

“…”

“Why do you do this? I…I understand that you want to keep us safe, and it’s better to stay away sometimes. But you don’t go out like you used to. You’re a literal skeleton now, dad. I don’t even know how you take care of yourself anymore! Mom and I are so worried about you! All the time!”

“My boy, I understand that. And you’re right – I wasn’t planning to stay. And I’m sorry. You two shouldn’t worry about me all the time. I can still do hero work –”

“T-that doesn’t MATTER DAD!” Both our eyes widen. Like him, and my mom, I don’t yell. I’m surprised I yelled. But it fits. I have to keep going. “Why are you trying to just excuse the fact that you can barely keep up with hero work!? Every time we see you, your health is so much worse! Do you know how much it hurts mom to see you like this?! Do you know how much it hurts her to not see you for MONTHS on end, then you come home with these excuses about working hard and needing to be a pillar for Japan?! I don’t care about that!!! Japan doesn’t need you dad – we do! Why can’t you just…retire? You’re not well, and we miss you – I miss you.” Woah. I need a breather after that. When I look at dad, he looks calm? Shocked? I can’t tell right now. I just that I’m angry. I think all the emotions from today and in general are just…piling up. But I can’t feel bad about it. He needed to hear this.

“Izuku. I’m sorry that I’m not there for you both more. I know that it you both are worried about me.” I can’t tell his emotions right now. He looks likes sad and..what is that second emotion? “And you’re too young to worry about me like that. And I need to do a better job at seeing you two more. That’s something I can do. What is that second emotion? “But you…you know that your mother and I have talked about this. You and I have talked about this. You know why I can’t stop – the world needs All Might. I can’t just leave the world without its Symbol of Peace, not when I can still –” It’s irritation. He’s irritated. I know. We’ve had this talk. But he’s just rejecting our concerns for his job.

That’s it. If I wasn’t holding in my anger before, it’s all out now. “But you BARELY CAN! LOOK AT YOURSELF DAD! You look so sick right now. You look like you could DIE at any second! The world doesn’t need the Symbol of Peace! Mom needs her husband! I NEED MY DAD!!!”

He’s just looking at me now. We’re both quiet. Neither of us is moving. He looks…angry? Like he’s trying to contain anger?

“Son. I’m sorry. But this is final. I’m sorry that this is the situation that we’re in. But you know that this is what I HAVE to do. I’ve accepted this. And so had your mom. We need you to as well. I know it’s hard to see me like this – believe me, I don’t necessarily like seeing this in the mirror every day. But we all have to make sacrifices for the world and the people around us. And I’m sorry that you have to.” I think he’s trying to calm down now. “But this is what heroes do, Izuku. I’m sorry. Now let’s go, your mom is probably waiting for you.”

“…I can’t accept this. I can’t. I can’t believe you’re just asking me to allow you to die. I can’t handle this right now. I have to go. I need to be alone.” And I turn around and…walk away. I’m walking away from dad. Holy crap. I just gave All Might – my dad – a piece of my mind. I don’t look back at him. I need to calm down.

Soon after this, Kacchan is attacked and taken hostage by that same slime villain. He must have gotten away at some point while dad and I were…talking. Oops. But…no hero is doing anything. What? Why? Even if I didn’t have a compatible quirk for this villain, I would still try. I think I’m just too much like dad. I can’t stand for this. So I jump in. And everything is so chaotic, I barely notice dad come in and save the day. And then…I get lectured about jumping in without a quirk. I can’t stand this day. I need it to end.

I purposely take the long way, in hopes of avoiding dad and getting as much of my anger out before going home. Mom doesn’t need to be overwhelmed both by dad being home and me being angry.

I just start walking – randomly picking streets and wandering to the best of my ability. I’m not really paying attention to my surroundings – bumping into people and barely avoiding poles and trees. I need a place without people – I just need a place to vent. Where am I even going? Is dad right? Should we all just accept this reality? Just accept him dying without doing anything about it? God I hate this. I wish I could TALK to people about this. I wish dad was on good terms with Sir Nighteye. I wonder if…no, I know this is probably what drove them apart. And dad needs to understand – if his actions drove Nighteye away, what about us? At least he SAW Nighteye almost every day. I don’t think I can take this…

…where am I? A park? What time is it? It’s dark out. I pull my phone out and see that it’s…well past dinner time. How did THAT happen? And I see the messages from mom and…dad.  I look around the park. Nobody seems to be here. Well, it’s pretty dark out now, so that makes sense. Good.  

“AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!” The scream goes on for a while.

“Why can’t he just…realize what All Might is doing to us? He makes us worry so much! UGHHHHHHHHHH!! He can’t ask me to basically choose between him and All Might! All Might is dying, and he’s been declining for years! He needs to see that HE’S dying, not just All Might. How can he not see that All Might isn’t as important to me as he is…”

“Oh, so All Might is dying?” Oh no. Oh craaaaap. “No need to be quiet. Keep going. How do you know this much about All Might?” Shit. I turn around – and see a guy with grey hair and a…hand on his face? Oh shit. This isn’t good.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, you do. Not a lot of people would say that All Might is declining, yet alone dying. It almost sounds like you’re close to him – all that emotion and seriousness.” I’m sweating. There’s no way this is happening. Can I text dad or Tsukauchi? Would reaching for my phone trigger him to attack?

“…What’re you talking about? And…w-where did you come from?” Crap crap craaaaaaaaap. He’s looking straight at me. And I don’t know his quirk. And he doesn’t look too…friendly.

“Oh, was there someone else this late in this park shouting, ‘Oh no, look at what All Might is doing to us! We can’t choose between him and All Might! Both he and All Might are dying!!! Woe is me!’?” I’m nervous. I look around. Nobody else is here. Maybe that means I can escape. “See, you can’t even answer me kid. You know something…You know what? You’ll be an interesting side quest.” Side quest? What? “Come on Kurogiri.” Kurogiri…there’s someone else?!

A man suddenly appears from behind hand-guy. He’s much taller and…hard to see? He has these yellow, wispy eyes. And from what I can see, his head is almost a…cloud? Mist? It doesn’t matter. I didn’t even see him before now. I don’t think I’m getting out of this situation. Shit. I need to run – run and try to contact dad. I shouldn’t have run off! I should have just gone home! Shit shit shit!

“Yes, Tomura Shigaraki. Let’s go.” Go? Go where? RUN – I step back and try to run, but hand guy – Shigaraki – grabbed me with his hand. Tightly. And he’s lifted a finger?

“Don’t move, side quest. Or else I’ll have to put this finger down. And you’ll die.”  And there we go, down into the ground.