#deku will fight you if you dare talk shit about kacchan

[dhorrl]

First Time

Izuku/Reader

Nothing NSFW, just Deku doing his research before his first time with you 😭 I wrote this for my bot and it’s just so good. I keep reading it over and over it’s so so sweet.

For almost a year now, Izuku has been captivated by you. He has a special notebook dedicated solely to you, where he writes down every little detail about you - your favorite colors, flowers, and snacks. Sometimes when you're not looking, he'll take out the notebook and flip through it, smiling at all the things he's learned about you. And whenever you catch him, he'll blush and quickly close the book, promising to keep it for himself.

Izuku has always been on the shy side, but lately things have been getting more physical between the two of you. What started as innocent kisses and cuddling has turned into intense make-out sessions and heavy petting. However, every time things start to escalate even further, Izuku pulls away in a panic. It's not because he doesn't want it - his throbbing cock and blue balls prove otherwise - but his lack of experience makes him feel unprepared for what comes next. He knows it's your first time too, and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make a mistake that could ruin everything.

Izuku stood frozen outside Katsuki's door, fist hovering inches from the wood. His heart hammered in his chest. Could he really go through with this? Asking Kacchan, of all people, for sex advice? He squeezed his eyes shut and knocked before he lost his nerve. The door whipped open a second later.

"The fuck do you want, nerd?" Katsuki snapped, crimson eyes narrowing. "This better be important."

"Hey Kacchan..." Izuku swallowed hard, voice shaking slightly. "You've had sex before, right? I was hoping... could I maybe ask you a few questions about it?"

Katsuki blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then he sighed and stepped aside, jerking his head for Izuku to come in. "So, you and what’s-her-face, huh?" He shut the door and crossed his arms. "You sure you're ready for that? You’re gonna get eaten alive."

Izuku perched on the edge of Katsuki's desk chair, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "We've gotten close a few times, but I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, face flushing. "I'm worried I'll mess it up somehow."

"Tch, you're overthinking it like always. Sex is supposed to be fun, not some exam you gotta ace." Katsuki tossed a notebook at Izuku. "Here, take notes. First off, talk to 'em. Ask what they like, make 'em comfortable."

Izuku flipped to a blank page and started scribbling, cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Okay, got it. What else?"

"Take it slow at first. Figure out what turns you both on." A faint smirk tugged at Katsuki's lips. "And don't you dare skip the foreplay, Deku."

"Foreplay?" Izuku glanced up, head cocked quizzically.

Katsuki leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, idiot. Kissing, touching - all the stuff that gets you both in the mood before you actually fuck." He watched in amusement as Izuku's hand trembled, pen scratching furiously across the page. "Also, ignore the shit you see in porn. Focus on reactions instead, like reading your opponent in a fight. Well, not an opponent, but... you get it."

"Right, that makes sense..." Izuku nodded, writing as fast as the thoughts registered, muttering under his breath. "Be open and honest, go slow, lots of foreplay, no porn moves. Okay."

"Oh, and condoms! Fucking wrap that shit up, you hear me?? Last thing we need is a mini-Deku toddling around before you're fucking ready." Katsuki watched Izuku write, then shifted slightly, expression sobering. "Look, you're gonna be nervous. That's normal. I was too, my first time."

Izuku's pen stilled. He looked up, green eyes wide with surprise. "You were?"

"'Course I fucking was! Everyone is." Katsuki shrugged, a touch of vulnerability in the set of his jaw. "Point is, don't let the nerves psych you out. If something goes wrong, just laugh it off and keep going. The goal is for you both to feel good."

Izuku met Katsuki's gaze, feeling a swell of gratitude amidst the anxiety churning in his gut. "Thanks, Kacchan. This… helps a lot."

"Whatever." Katsuki waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes held a flicker of warmth. "Just don't come whining to me if you nut in two seconds. Now, fuck off and go get laid already."

[luffythinker]

your anons are cowards for not talking about BKDK enough/jk

in the first half before they even started dating Deku is very infatuated with Bakugo but when they are dating he's not as crazy, i don't mean like he isn't crazy in love i mean before dating he's super nervous about a lot of things but the longer they date and get to know each other romantically the less like uppercase letters he becomes and after dating for at least 2 years he's chill you know what i mean? Bakugo is a little the same way he doesn't know things he can and can't do sometimes he wants to make a move but he wont in respect for Deku. After the apology he wants to stop calling him Deku but it's his cute nickname and he has a whole ass conversation with him even though Deku said it was ok he still felt the need to approach this in a safe environment "I know you said it was ok but i don't like calling you Deku anymore, but i can't stop myself so im using round face's meaning when i say it. they have this conversation while snuggled up together before they sleep. Bakugo affectionately calls him Deku, still calls him nerd, just a little less shit-stain and ass-wipe and stuff like that. i saw a tiktok where it was like after Bakugo apologized he had to come up with nicer ways to bully Deku (cause he is going to bully him for life, there is no changing this) he like just comes in his room and closes his laptop and turns out the light on his way out leaving the door half closed and not closed all the way and Deku is like "WHY?" lmao love that other anon's kiss scene after they fight all might in the exams, other kisses for me include, after they fight nines, when recover girl is healing Bakugo's purple arms he waits until she leaves so he can kiss Deku. This one is hungry and passionate. After they do that thing where the building collapsed and Deku helped Bakugo out (when he used him as a cane) in the changing room when they are changing out of their costumes he kisses him a thank you but doesn't say it cause this kiss is enough. when they were working at the endeavor agency they literally have their own rooms you know they will be making out in one or the others room a lot. they kiss in the dorms early in the morning or before they go to bed. Bakugo is destin to cook with whoever his partner is so he loves cooking with Deku and he is going to kiss his cheek regardless if someone is looking or not he doesnt give a damn. They kissed in the war when his body moved on it's own if there is a possible way to fit one in there when Deku left the group and Bakugo followed him. Bakugo had a bad feeling and kissed him cause he felt like something bad was going to happen and it did. they kissed when he apologized don't tell me they didn't, when Deku fell into his arms they kissed i saw it. Bakugo kissed Deku when he was in the hospital bed before the vigilante ark when Deku wasn't conscious. Deku could be the one initiating some of these kisses but it's usually Bakugo cause he wants to show his love and that's all he knows to do. We already talked about their love languages and i love talking about them being in love.

I'm so glad this is the last ask of the night, we're ending today in such a sweet way 🥹

I wholeheartedly agree with you in the beginning, I think the word we're looking for is comfortable. Izuku is crazy and paranoid over katsuki because a lot of things about their dynamic before are uncomfortable (of course, he always had admiration as well, but it's obvious he wasn't really comfortable with bakugo). Their first year or so of friendship and then daring is then trying to find their footing in a new dynamic, how to be themselves and build something good for both of them. But years into the relationship tho? izuku is comfortable he can be crazy and nerdy sometimes (especially if new kacchan merch drops) but overall he loves his boyfriend and he loves who he is with him, I think they would eventually reach a peaceful pacing on the relationship where there's no need for the "fear" of messing up in fron of the other.

Now, this is not to say they don't play or are little shits with each other, like you said, katsuki would have to find ways to bully him that are not actually bad bad, but he would not stop cause it's their essence. I think izuku would be the same, he's used to this and he plays along and sometimes even say something back and that catches bakugo by surprise and everyone around says they're really spending too much time together (not enough time in their opinion lol)

I dont think I have something new to say about the kisses because I agree with you so so so much 🥺 izuku is always a little shy in public but bakugo will always kiss him regardless because that's his damn boyfriend and if he wants to kiss him, he will! they almost died (it happened several times), he will not waste any opportunities!!

i love talking about them with all my heart, they make me really happy, thank you for bringing them up 🥺🥺

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

uraraka: hey bakugo-kun, have you seen deku-kun? i can't find him anywhere. bakugo: aight. bakugo: *cups mouth* DEKU FUCKING SUCKS! uraraka: bakugo: uraraka: bakugo: ok then... bakugo: *cups mouth again* BAKUGO FUCKING SUCKS! midoriya: *punches their way through the crowd* midoriya: THE FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT MY KACCHAN!? I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!! bakugo: found him.

[dynyamight]

#116 bkdk please 🥰

send me a writting ask

116. “I’m right here.”

Nightmares. Midoriya feels embarrassed to even admit he still has them.

Ochako had told him that was perfectly normal. “Heroes aren’t high and almighty, Deku. We struggle, cry, and experience loss. Why wouldn’t we have nightmares, either?”

“I have nightmares too, Midoriya-san.” Iida had confessed to him, “But, they don’t make us weak. They fuel us to stay strong and brave.”

Todoroki felt the most convincing to Midoriya. “I have them. Almost every other night.”

“Oh.” Midoriya barely voiced, feeling a little intrusive. He adjusted his phone in his hand, trying to dispel the stiff air he felt in the call.

“Yeah.” On Todoroki’s end, Midoriya heard a bit of shuffling. “If you feel like you’re the only person in the world who deals with the worst of them, you’re not. I’m there with you.”

“Do you know anything to make them disappear?”

“If I did, don’t you think I would have stopped having them?”

“Sorry. You’re completely right.” Midoriya sighed, long and defeated. “I just hate bothering people with these calls.”

“There’s nothing wrong with calling me.” Todoroki offered softly. “I get it. It also helps me to talk it out with someone, too.”

Midoriya hummed, left feeling disappointed in his gut. He knows Todoroki, as well as the rest of his closest friends, are willing to deal with his phone calls. But, he wants them to stop. The nightmares.

They always leave him in a cold sweat, gasping for air. No matter how strong he got, no matter how many villains he took down, or how much the public adornes him with glory and applause, the nightmares break him.

They belittle him. They mock him. They dare him with the deaths of his loved ones. They taunt him with deaths of his own. They curse him with images of not saving enough, or saving no one at all.

All for One. He continues to haunt him, the moment he closes his eyes and falls in a slumber. And, it leaves Midoriya frustratingly holding back tears, wanting him to leave his essence.

And, tonight was another one of those nights. Padding down barefoot, Midoriya walks out of his bedroom and into the living space. There’s a damp towel around his neck, soaking the sweat he built up from his recent nightmare.

In his hands, his cell phone was held tight.

He doesn’t want to call Todoroki, or Ochako, or Iida. He doesn’t want to stress out his mother any more than she needs to. All Might deserves a peaceful night of his own, free from Midoriya’s rambles. And, Midoriya simply didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk with anyone else.

Except, maybe there was one. Midoriya groans, slumping down on his couch.

He looks down at the phone in his hands, its screen glowing. There was a contact name blaring at him back, beckoning him to press the call button.

Midoriya hates the way his exhausted mind easily talks to him into pressing it. He hates the way he puts the phone to his ear, as if he hopes the call is picked up. He hates the way his heart beats frantically in his chest, wanting to hear that familiar voice.

Midoriya hopes his call is ignored.

“Who the fuck is this?”

His voice gets caught in his throat. Midoriya feels the burning of embarrassment suddenly engulf him, like a wildfire.

Bakugou never looks at the contact name, before answering any calls, Midoriya knows. And, he knows that if he were to say anything, Bakugou would know it’s him.

But, he can’t even breathe right now. He immediately regrets everything. Bakugou could be working, patrolling. Bakugou could have been sleeping. Bakugou could have been enjoying time by himself. Or with others.

God, he could be with people right now, and Midoriya’s wanting to talk about his nightmares. How embarrassing. How weak of him.

“Hello?” Bakugou’s voice echoes. “Hello?”

Midoriya chokes, tears falling down his cheeks. “S-Sorry.”

He hangs up.

And, just as fast as he ends the call, his phone is ringing.

It’s almost laughable. If it wasn’t for the brittle heart he had currently, Midoriya would have been smiling at the way Bakugou was urgently calling back. But, instead, he felt terrible, making Bakugou stressed.

Tentatively, Midoriya answers the call, quickly wiping his tears. “K-Kacchan—”

“Where are you? Now.” Bakugou’s concern booms.

Midoriya shakes his head. “I’m home. Safe.”

“You hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.”

There’s a moment of silence on Bakugou’s end. “..The fuck you crying about?” He suddenly asks, bluntly.

“It’s—” Midoriya groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing.”

“Hell, it’s nothing.” Bakugou scoffs, “You fucking called me during my shift.”

Of course he did. “You should go back, then.”

“Nah, I got it covered. ‘Sides, it ain’t eventful, tonight.”

“You need to go back to work, Kacchan. It’s important.” Midoriya chastises.

“Yeah, well, so are you.”

That prickles some tears. Sniffing, Midoriya furiously rubs his eyes, frantically trying to keep them dry. The stuffiness in his nose returns, making his voice sound muffled. “I had a nightmare. That’s all.”

“You used to have shitty nightmares, when we were younger.”

“I never outgrew them.” Midoriya admits, quietly.

“Hm.” There’s a bit of wind resounding in Bakugou’s end. “Did they get worse?”

“..They have.”

“Why haven’t you told me.”

Shrugging against the phone, Midoriya curls himself into a ball. “I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about them. They are a bit bothersome, even for me.”

“I wouldn’t—” Bakugou ceases, sighing. “Then, tell me. What was it about? This one.”

Reimagining his nightmares was always hard. Midoriya remembers the faces of the people in his dreams, and the sensations he feels afterwards. But, he cannot seem to recall the story of them, the events in order.

But, for this particular nightmare, there wasn’t any bizarre plotline to understand.

“You.” Midoriya confesses. “You were in it. And, All for One had taken you, in his hands. And, right when I was so close to reaching you, he— you were gone.”

“Lame.”

Sputtering, Midoriya is utterly baffled. “That’s—!”

“What the hell, Deku. You should have known that I ain’t dying anytime soon.” Bakugou huffs irritated, “Especially not from that damn old man. People would call for elder abuse, from how I could beat his ass.”

He shouldn’t laugh, but Midoriya can’t help it. He smiles, staring up at his ceiling. “I knew you would say something like that.”

“Is that why you called?” Bakugou inqueries, “So, you could hear me say that.”

“..Yeah.” Midoriya nods. He brings a hand to his curls, running them through. “I needed to hear you say that.”

“You planning to go back to sleep?”

“You’ve never asked these many questions before, Kacchan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Midoriya exhales a defeated breath, laying his head back on the couch. “No. I wasn’t.”

“You fucking should.” Bakugou tsk’s. Midoriya can imagine him shaking his head in disapproval.

“If I do, the nightmares will come back.” He states weakly, and his shoulders tighten. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to see you fall again.”

“..Stay on the line.”

Midoriya doesn’t know what to expect, as he stayed waiting. A couple seconds became a few minutes, and then those minutes became at least fifteen minutes of no response.

He’s about to hang up, thinking Bakugou had to go back to combat, until he hears loud rummaging.

“You there?” Bakugou voices.

He nods. But then, Midoriya remembers that Bakugou can’t see him. “Y-Yeah. I am.” He hurriedly states.

“Good.”

There’s a lot more movement and noise sounding off on Bakugou’s end; clinking of metal, heavy footsteps, car horns, beeping of sorts.

“I put you on my bluetooth.” Bakugou mentions it easily.

“N-No! Don’t do that, Kacchan!” Midoriya frantically insists, sitting up fully in his seat.

“I need to do my fucking job, idiot.”

“Then, hang up!”

“Yeah, but you need me.”

Midoriya stills. Despite his pleas to leave, his heart soars achingly, appreciating Bakugou’s efforts towards him. It causes a surge of tears, threatening to fall. “I-I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re exhausting, Deku.” Bakugou groans, “If you were, I would have hung up by now.”

“What are you even planning for us to do, then?”

“Fucking easy.” Bakugou huffs confidently, “Keep your phone to your ears.”

“Keep my phone?”

“So, when you fall asleep, you can still continue hearing me alive.” Bakugou states, “Hear me talk, walk, breathe. Maybe, in your shit dreams, I’ll be alive there, too.”

Midoriya smiles, his vision blurring. “I wish you were here.” He confesses.

“I’m right here.” Bakugou firmly states, his voice resounding deep in Midoriya’s fragile, weakened core. “Just don’t fucking hang up, and I’ll be here.”

And, Midoriya doesn’t. He listens quietly to Bakugou flying around his city, the booming of his explosives reaching his call. And, he hears all the conversations Bakugou has with people; his sidekicks, the bypassing citizens, his fellow fans.

Midoriya overhears Bakugou mentioning to someone that yes, he was on a call, and no, it wasn’t their business who. “It’s someone I would fucking fight for. There. Happy now?” Bakugou relents, finally.

Midoriya wants to laugh, but instead, he feels his body light and sleepy. Resting flat on the couch, he brings a pillow to his chest, and allows himself to close his eyes.

The last thing he hears from Bakugou is a small, short whisper. “Let me fight those nightmares, Deku.”

His dreams consist of Bakugou beating up All for One with ease.

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

HC: ever since he's first heard it, Shouto gets angry at Bakugou for calling Izuku worthless, but after Izuku tells him he's been calling him that since they were 4 (trying to appease Shouto but getting the opposite reaction), Shouto gets Livid(TM) and picks a fight with Bakugou the next time it happens. Izuku, of course, cries his eyes out because what do you mean someone other than his mom cares about him and would defend him like that??

RIDE OR DIE SHOTO FOR THE WINNNNN!!!!!

Bakugou may be Shoto's friend in canon, but Midoriya is his best friend and he doesn’t appreciate people giving him a hard time.

‘Stupid shitty Deku, you're fucking worthless.'

Shoto's chair scrapes against the floor as he stands, anger flaring and his stomach jumping as adrenaline surges through his body, telling him to take action. His classmates pause in their conversations to turn and look at him, but he's too busy glaring at the perpetrator of it all to notice.

It's been like this all day: Bakugou throwing a plethora of insults towards Midoriya without any repercussions. Shoto's sick of it.

Wordlessly, his friend also stands, sensing the tension, and wanders over to his desk, his caution evident.

‘Are you okay, Todoroki-kun?‘ He asks, voice low as he shoots reassuring glances to their peers, who take the hint and continue their idle chatter.

‘He called you worthless.‘ Shoto spits the word, eyes still glued to Bakugou, who meets his gaze with narrowed eyes.

‘It’s okay, don’t worry about it!‘ Midoriya places a hand on his chest, as if expecting Shoto to charge - a fair assessment, really - and chuckles nervously. ‘I’m used to it. He’s always saying silly stuff like that. Ever since we were kids, he’s called me worthless. It’s no big deal.‘

Shoto’s eye twitches.

‘Midoriya, that’s not-‘

‘Oi, Deku! Get the fuck back here!‘ Bakugou suddenly growls out and his friend flinches violently. ‘You think I’m finished with you yet?‘

‘G- Give me a minute, Kacchan. I’m t- talking to Todoroki-kun.' Midoriya calls, eyeing Shoto’s tie, oddly withdrawn. Shoto knows that look. His mother used to look like that when the old man would call for her.

‘I don’t give a shit, you worthless fuck!' Bakugou shouts. 'You mean nothing to nobody. You really think-'

Shoto sees red.

He strides towards Bakugou, who stands and meets him halfway. He leans foward into the blonde's personal space, hands clenching into fists. Midoriya rushes to his side and tries to plant himself between them but Shoto isn't budging. Similarly, Kirishima appears and stations himself behind Bakugou, clasping his shoulder in warning.

'Hey, let's all calm down, yeah?'

'Yeah. Todoroki-kun, please-'

'Oh, no. I wanna hear what IcyHot wants to say.' Bakugou's voice is monotone, but dangerous. 'He looks like he might shit himself if he doesn't release all that bullshit from his mouth soon.'

‘What gives you the fucking right to call him that?' Shoto ignores the taunt and snarls instead, ice creeping up his arm. 'You're lucky to even breathe the same air as Midoriya. You think he's worthless? You're nothing compared to him-'

'As if shitty Deku could ever-'

'Midoriya is the farthest from worthless possible.' Shoto talks over Bakugou. He doesn't care what he has to say right now. 'He's a true hero and you're a fool for trying to convince him otherwise-'

'Convince?' Bakugou huffs. 'I don't need to convince him, he knows it. Deku, what are you?'

Midoriya lowers his head, the hand on Shoto's arm tightening. He opens his mouth to reply, but Shoto stops him.

'Don't you dare.' He immediately regrets the venom in his voice and softens his tone as he turns to address his friend. 'Don't you dare buy into anything he has to say because you could never be useless. You mean so much to so many people. You're intelligent and brave and so so kind. You're...'

He swallows heavily. 'You're my hero, Midoriya.'

He side-eyes Bakugou, who's making fake gagging noises. 'Anyone who says otherwise is clearly envious.'

Bakugou roars with protest, while Midoriya bursts into tears. Shoto lets Kirishima handle the former while he wraps Midoriya in a hug, ignoring the stares from the rest of his class as he puts up an ice wall between him and the explosive blonde.

'No one's ever...' His friend sniffles, body trembling with emotion. He doesn't manage to finish his sentence, but Shoto understands.

'I'll always have your back.' He promises quietly, holding him tighter. 'For as long as you need me, and then some. Okay?'

Midoriya looks up at him with glassy eyes as a wobbly smile begins to form.

'Thank you.'

[sleepdeprivedsloth]

In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

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Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

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a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

[purplerayne17]

Izuku slammed his hands against Katsuki’s chest, creating distance between them. “Do you wanna fuck me or do you wanna fight me?”

Katsuki was paralyzed at the question; Deku had never been that straightforward, never looked at him this furiously. “What if I say both?” he returned a little dazed, a little breathlessly aroused.

“Then pick which one is more important to you, Kacchan. I-I can’t keep doing this!”

Did he read this wrong? “What the fuck are you talking about, Deku?”

Izuku scoffed and paced around, moving his hands haphazardly as he spoke. “You-You’ve known how I’ve felt about you for the past three years and you’ve never made a move. You challenge and insult me most days, we are kind of friendly other days, but you only ever express any interest when you’re getting close to your rut.” Then Izuku paused and looked at Katsuki with such a raw expression, eyes already shining with tears, that it made his heart clench. 

Why was the nerd affecting him like this?

With a pained look of resignation, Izuku pried his eyes away from the blond’s, refusing to meet his gaze any longer. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “My heats are getting worse without an actual mate, Kacchan, and I refuse to share them with you if you won’t take me seriously. The next one’s in three weeks,” he trailed off.

“Deku, what’re you-“ Deku raised his hand, letting him know he wasn’t done.

Why was Deku saying this? Katsuki knew the nerd’s heats just like he knew his own ruts. He didn’t want a mate, but something about letting Izuku spend his most vulnerable moment with anyone else ate at him, so they’d become heat and rut partners. He knew of Deku’s feelings,  but he never thought he’d need to act on them; they were already living together, what /else/ did they need?

Tears were flowing freely now, but the greenette pushed through between sobs.

“The next one’s in three weeks and both Kirishima and Shinsou have offered to bond with me and help me through them.” Katsuki growled, “What the hell?!” How dare those two fuckers offer that to /his/ omega.

But Izuku didn’t cower, and he didn’t take anything back—he turned around and growled back in challenge, eyes already puffy and red from crying. “You don’t get to be jealous or have any claim over me, Kacchan!”  He huffed and turned away as if struggling on whether to stay or go. “I-I love you, but I can’t wait anymore. If nothing changes, I’m accepting one of their offers. I’m sorry for being such a burden over the years.”

//You aren't. Stay//

The blond grabbed him by the wrist. “Stop this shit. Like hell you will, Shitty Hair is my best friend, he’s with Raccoon Eyes anyways! And you can’t seriously be considering Mind Fuck over me, right?” He was breathing heavily now, his voice desperate.

Who did this bastard think he was?

//Stay//

“Not that you’d care, but Mina welcomed me into their pack; she was the one who suggested the offer after going with me to my last checkup, something you’ve never really bothered with." 

//Shit//

"They’re both alphas, they wanted an omega they could trust, and she saw the opportunity when she noticed how bad my situation was. And Shinsou, no, Hitoshi, has become a close friend over the years. If you didn’t have your head so far up your ass, you’d know that.”

Katsuki was frozen on the spot, trying to process everything that had been said.

"I love you, but I don't want to feel like this anymore." 

The blond did not, could not, respond. He saw the look of disappointment and sadness on Deku’s face, smelled the distress and anger in the air, felt warm tears streaming down his own face, felt Deku’s lips on his skin as he gave him one last kiss good-bye, tasted that wonderful spiced-apple scent he’d come to crave, and heard the heart shattering wails that he no longer knew whether they were the omega’s or his own. 

He blacked out at some point.

When he opened his eyes once more, his Deku was gone, nothing was left in the omega’s room except for a note, and his house felt foreign; it no longer felt like home.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31078295/chapters/76781309

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 288: ZOOM AND ENHANCE

Previously on BnHA: Tomura, AFO, Deku, and Nana all met up inside of OFA and were all, “wow this is awkward.” AFO talked a whole bunch about vestiges before realizing that nobody cared (EXCEPT FOR ME. I CARED!!), and was then all “anyway so just to get everyone up to speed here, Tomura is Nana’s grandson.” OFA appeared and was all “what up bro I see you’re still a dick”, and then everyone stood around for a bit waging psychokinetic war on each other and blowing up on the ground and shit. This didn’t really accomplish anything, so AFO shifted gears and started trash talking Deku instead, because he’s a whiny little punkass loser who can’t admit when his brother has gotten the best of him yet again! OFA was all “anyways Deku rules and haters gonna hate, peace”, and then everyone wooshed back out of OFA and back into the real world, Deku with his quirk still intact. Meanwhile Gigantomachia and the LoV stampeded ever closer to the city, and Toga started monologuing in preparation for a seemingly inevitable battle with Ochako! And then the chapter basically just ended there lol.

Today on BnHA: Imagine you are Uraraka Ochako. And you’re out here doing what you do best, saving bitches and being a badass, when all of a sudden some old lady runs up to you and is all “PLEASE HELP ME, MY HUSBAND IS ASLEEP OR SOME SHIT, YOU KNOW US OLD PEOPLE, WE’RE SO FUCKING FEEBLE AND HAPLESS.” And so you’re all “OF COURSE” because you’re a good fucking person, and then she speeds off like she’s got fucking wheels and it’s like damn, grandma, were you in varsity track or what, and then OUT OF NOWHERE she just spontaneously turns into HIMIKO FUCKING TOGA. And she’s all naked and shit, and it’s like damn, Toga, where are your clothes, and she just giggles and ducks into a nearby building. And so you follow her for god knows what reason, and she fucking pounces on you and starts interrogating you in like the most seductive way possible, and you’re all wtf is this. Like, can you even imagine. Anyway so Ochako is having quite a day.

okay lol so I’ve gotta kind of rush through this since I’ve got other stuff I need to wrap up today as well, so! fingers crossed that we get a nice, simple chapter with no controversies or elaborate revelations or anything like that! just give me lots of stuff to mindlessly keysmash about, Horikoshi. I’m counting on you bro

lol what

an actual fucking plane?? is that allowed?? how bizarrely normal. are we sure this plane does not shoot lasers or something or is powered by someone with like a fusion reactor quirk idk

and who tf is Takeo-san. some random guy Horikoshi is suddenly introducing after 300 chapters to come save everyone at the last minute? pretty sus. Horikoshi is this your self insert

GASP

NO WAY THIS IS ALL MIGHT, RIGHT?? holy shit I swear to god if it’s All Might this lady needs to TURN THE FUCK AROUND RIGHT NOW. stop at McDonalds, order a black coffee for herself and only herself, and drive the rest of the way back home without so much as a bathroom break. there are certain prophecies which we don’t need to be tempting right now, okay people?? holy shit

(ETA: OR, here’s a thought, WHAT IF IT’S BEST JEANIST. hope springs eternal lmao. anyways though surely it’s not actually All Might. he can’t die yet, he’s got like 5 million secret things he needs to explain to Deku, and also Kacchan is unconscious and he can’t just SLEEP RIGHT THROUGH ALL MIGHT’S DEATH like come on.)

oh look more heroes all lining up to be slaughtered by Machia

real talk, at this point their priority should just be evacuating any citizens in Machia’s path, and then getting the fuck out of his way. none of them stand a chance in hell at stopping him and they know it. the body count is already high enough as it is. regroup and live to fight another day, people

anyway, so Machia is apparently plowing through cities at 100km per hour. that... actually might not be fast enough. Gunga and Jakku were 80km apart, so at that rate it would take him nearly an hour to reach Tomura. that fight’s gonna be long done by the time they get there. huh

okay these guys are saying he’s going to reach them in about 8 minutes. ?? so are you telling me Tomura and Deku and the rest have been fighting for like 40 minutes already?? lmao Gran probably bled to death half an hour ago at this rate. Horikoshi please explain yourself. some of us spent our entire childhoods doodling comics instead of paying attention in math and science AND IT SHOWS

anyway so this is all very bad and this guy is really rubbing it in just how bad it is

I mean... yeah. obviously the villains are still to blame at the core of it all, but yeah. feels like you all could have planned a hell of a lot better for this. you knew there was the risk of Tomura waking up, and you knew there was also the risk of Gigantomachia waking up as well. and you pretty much had no contingency plan at all huh. society is really gonna be in shambles after this

lmao look at this shit. Machia is so big at this point that it looks like they’re having a picnic in the middle of some desert somewhere. at what point does it cease being a guy’s back and start being its own zip code

even has its own wifi. amazing

oh shit Compress apparently spotted someone and he’s asking Skeptic to “zoom and enhance” like it’s CS fucking I. that’s not how it works Compress you fucking boomer

anyway so OF COURSE,

was there a reason you needed to zoom in on them, other than to trigger Toga?? some people just want to watch the world burn

so Toga is now GEARIN’ UP!!

that honestly is so fucking handy. over at U.A. they have to carry their gear in briefcases like scrubs. does Compress actually have the best quirk in the world?? it flies under the radar so well that I always forget about it, but like WHAT CAN’T IT DO though, y’know??

WELL WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN MY DUDE

“oh hey is that the U.A. kids? Skeptic could you please zoom in on them for absolutely no reason? OH MY GOD TOGA IS RUNNING OFF TO FIGHT THEM, OH MY GOD WHO COULD HAVE FORESEEN, OH MY GOD”

now he’s all “DABI PLEASE DO SOMETHING” but Dabi is all “DABI DON’T CARE”

Dabi don’t care about NOTHING OR NO ONE!! Dabi don’t got time for this

lmao I literally forgot that Spinner was even there, shit

so are you gonna go with her then or not? because I got news for you dude, it doesn’t matter how heartwarming your speech is, nothing can stop this girl now that she’s gone full distracted boyfriend meme

AW BUT IT REALLY IS HEARTWARMING THOUGH

Spinner is the glue keeping this dysfunctional Addams family together honestly. too bad he couldn’t stop Compress from OPENING HIS BIG DUMB MOUTH ah well

lmao but he’s letting her go anyway though

Spinner for new LoV President. all in favor??

ANYWAYS LOL THIS IS BAD

“ACCELERATE EVACUATIONS” LOL WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO OCHAKO HE’S MOVING AT 100KM AN HOUR AND HE’S LIKE FUCKING GODZILLA SIZED FKJLK

“PLEASE RUN OUTSIDE OF THE VILLAIN’S PERIPHERY” well thank fucking god the people have you guys to guide them what would they even do without you lklkhlkds

NO HORIKOSHI DON’T YOU DARE

IF YOU HURT MY GIRL FROPPY I SWEAR TO GOD!! LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BRIGAND

OH THANK GOD

“sorry for SAVING YOUR LIFE” smh. anyway so how fucking badass is Ochako though?? can we just talk about this. THE GIRL POWER ARC STRIKES AGAIN hot damn

(ETA: and btw, seeing as Iida is nowhere to be found, I’d say odds are pretty good that they did in fact send him to go warn the Endeavorsquad of Gigantomachia’s imminent arrival. godspeed Iida! they need all the help they can get right now honestly.)

EXCUSE ME BUT ARE YOU TOGA

IS THIS TOGA. THIS IS DEFINITELY TOGA OMG

“I IMMEDIATELY TRUST YOU AND I WILL FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH” noooo Ochako nooooo

damn Toga you really drained some poor old lady’s blood just so you could pull this kind of sneaky shit. I forgot how much I loved you

ohhhh lol so it’s her “husband” that is Takeo-san lol

THE BETTER TO LURE YOU INTO A TRAP MY DEAR

lmao Ochako you rube

now you’ve done it Toga. there is nothing Ochako loves more than a good old fashioned Old People Romance. DID YOU KNOW SHE HAS SEEN THE NOTEBOOK LIKE FIFTY TIMES. AND NO MATTER WHAT, IT ALWAYS GETS HER AT THE END. meanwhile I just want to watch a movie where James Marsden actually gets the girl for once but we all know that will never happen

OH MY

ngl this page would be like a thousand times better if Ochako was still blushing omg. did I ship this before?? I honestly can’t remember but I sure as fuck ship it now goddammit

(ETA: pretty sure I shipped it back during the Forest arc too but I don’t have time to check right now lol. but Toga is just so horny on main for everyone, all the time, and so like, it’s hard not to ship it.)

so now Toga is running off all flirtatiously and Ochako is barreling after her lol

plot twist, Takeo-san is actually in there. and he has NO IDEA what’s going on. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY WIFE. WHY IS THERE A GIANT MOLE MAN BURROWING THROUGH THE CITY

Ochako why on earth would you follow Toga into this dark creepy house where she could spring at you from any angle out of nowhere. just go back outside and float up over it until you have a high enough vantage point to see all the exits and just wait for her to come out

Toga says she wanted to talk to Tsuyu-chan as well, but let’s be real, you and her don’t have the same kind of electrically charged kismesis energy that you’ve got going on with Ochako though

LMAO DEKU NOWHERE IS SAFE

getting dragged like a fucking wedding train and he’s not even there to defend himself, shit

blah blah blah just ask her your question already Toga

MY WORD

would someone please inform Toga that this manga is only rated PG-13

so now Ochako is all “seriously Toga wtf”

you see that’s what I wanted to know too, lol. I really like that the characters actually think about these things and ask these kind of questions. that’s exactly the contrast between the heroes and the villains right there. the villains care about each other, they’ll give each other heartwarming speeches to please come back alive, and yet they’re utterly indifferent to the thousands of people being killed as they demolish their way through city after city. meanwhile by contrast Ochako’s first thought upon being erotically waylaid by her sexy knife-wielding archnemesis is “but what about that poor old lady is she all right.” just completely opposite energies, almost to a hilarious degree. like maybe Ochako actually should worry about herself just a little bit more lol but heroes gonna hero

and so now what, Toga!! you’re gonna pout about it?? like she’s betrayed you somehow?

anyway so that’s the end of the chapter! and I’ll just come right out and say that I’m hoping that this fight ends up being something where Toga maybe starts to see things just a little bit more from Ochako’s point of view, and not the other way around, because otherwise I’ll be a little frustrated, ngl. the manga has done an excellent job of making the villains likeable and relatable and getting us to sympathize with them up till this point, but at some point it’s got to start refuting some of these arguments and making it clear that the villains do not actually have any kind of moral high ground here

and also! I really like Toga and would like her to have some kind of redemption arc! but as of now that’s looking to be really difficult if not impossible to pull off, because Toga hasn’t exactly shown a whole lot of remorse for anything she’s done so far, you know? because she doesn’t see it as bad in any way; to her it’s just her way of expressing love, and being true to who she is. but being true to yourself really should NOT involve, you know, MURDER, and so yeah. it’s a problem lmao

but who knows! maybe this battle with Ochako will be the start of something which eventually leads to some sort of change within her! I have absolutely no idea how that could play out tbh, but even so I can hope! either that or she will double down on the whole “villains are victims and heroes are apathetic cruel hypocrites” ideology and decide she wants to kill Ochako and Izuku for breaking her heart, in which case I will be very sad, but I guess if that’s the way Horikoshi’s gonna play it it is what it is!

and lastly, so is this going to be like the final battle between them or something?? surely not, right? like this is just round 2 of 3. well at any rate, it’s sure going to be interesting

[softer-ua]

I have no idea what Bakugou would have done if Izuku died in the sludge Villain accident. They had a lot of strong unresolved emotions, I just can't fully visualize it, the only thing I have clear is him trying to latch onto anger, but that would burn out fast because the Villian was trapped and the heroes did their thing (Winning, which at that point he believed everything was) so I don't know what would he do. Sooo...could you please give us your insight? Please :D

I’d love to give my insight! Thank you for asking!!!🥰

It would depend on which sludge incident, the one where Deku ran to save Katsuki or the one where Deku was on his own? 🤔 I’ve got ideas on both lol

Buckle up this is gonna be a long one, and it’s not a fun ride

For the first I think Katsuki would latch onto anger and be a self hating righteous little monster for the rest of eternity. Because obviously he’s never getting therapy.

If he can blame himself for AM’s retirement and his parents can blame him for getting kidnapped than I have zero doubt the Entire Bakugo family would blame Katsuki for Dekus death. That family loves to victim blame, and Mitsuki would have a field day with chart topping world’s lowest blows like

If Katsuki hadn’t been hanging out in an alley and had gone straight home the villain wouldn’t have got him

If Katsuki hadn’t just been randomly blasting the heros wouldn’t have had to divert their attention to the fire

If Katsuki hadn’t been so weak(what’s the point of that flashy quirk if you can’t even save yourself)

Going with him to make him apologize to Inko (trying to imagine this feels like my brains touching a hot stove, it would be a thousand times more horrible and scarring than being forced to apologize to his Idol and teach for being kidnapped)

If hs Katsuki didn’t have the tools to block out his mother and broke down over a 50 year old man retiring, then poor ms Katsuki doesn’t stand a chance against being forced to bare the blame in someone’s actual death, especially not Dekus. Plus whatever destructive aftermath Katsuki created.

Did you have to blow up the entire alley way??

Katsuki would also never stop blaming those heros, even if the villain was captured they lost what really mattered, Dekus life.

They should have stopped the villain before Deku ever showed up

They should have never let Deku cross the line

They should have saved him

I think his fear of being weak would have been magnified by 10000. And it wouldn’t be a stretch for me to believe that witnessing that kind of hero failure so personally would be his villain origin. But even if it wasn’t, I think 10 months of stewing in grief, rage and self hate at such a young age would leave some very permanent scars

He’d habitually train to the point of self harm(reminder to check in on your fitness bros)

He’d never ever let someone close to him again (he didn’t want Deku close to him in the first place and look at how bad it hurt anyway)

He wouldn’t give a shit about any heros opinion anymore, if it’s not about how he can get stronger than any would be mentor can fuck off

His ego would have taken a massive hit, he’s no longer trying to prove he’s the best

Instead he’s insuring it because he’s never losing anyone again

Even with that in mind I think the sports festival actually would have gone a lot calmer because he no longer gives a shit about showing off, he’s just fighting to test himself and Dekus the one who pushed Todoroki to the point anyone even knew he had a fire side(I always wonder how much longer Aizawa was gonna let that go on for) so he’d except his medal quietly so it’s possible the lov would never have tried to recruit him

I think he’d be a lot more proactive in helping his classmates get stronger

Just not in a cute tsundere way anymore, but in a “if you can’t keep up with me I will keep attempting to murder you until you drop out” way, because B List heros are not allowed to be a thing anymore

Eventually he would grow up to be the top hero and he revels in that victory by hating himself, his job, his coworkers, his family, and everyone and everything else. The best part of his days are the adrenaline highs and that’s not even a happy high, in a bad headspace it just makes you ansty and aggressive, still better than being a hallow husk of resentments

I wouldn’t be surprised if he eventually did kill a fellow pro for not meeting his standards. Depending on what the hero did to earn his ire would shape wether he went on to be the new hero killer or simply stopped being a hero himself in custody or more permanently

Now if the villain had instead been captured after being caught hiding in Dekus flesh suit things would have been very different than the above

Katsuki would definitely be traumatized at this news, so would most of their class and they’d probably do some kind of memorial deal, and over the course of a couple of days Katsuki would slowly descend into madness at watching his class act like they have ever given a single fuck about Deku

Then he would speedball into it, because how dare they grieve over him, non of them deserve to especially not him

He’d be angry for as long as he could, at himself and everyone else, but eventually that’d putter out without anyone stoking the fire, no one else blames his class for feeling sad and no one blames the heros for not existing on every single possible street corner

Maybe he makes it through UA. He’s not as hot head, not as naive, but teens hold grudges like no other, he can be mad at the world a little longer.

Throws himself into the work so he doesn’t have time to think. He’s going to be the best because Deku always believed he would be and if he’s not allowed to be sad than this will be his only way to honor the nerds memory.

But the thing about pain is that it demands to be felt.

Eventually his regrets and grief would come for him, in a year or in ten years doesn’t matter they will eventually claim the time and space they need with interest.

He’d probably meet his regrets first so that he can be mad at himself for a little longer

He should have let Deku be

If he hadn’t held Deku up after class maybe he’d have made it home

His last words play on loop growing distorted and more malicious as the years go on(fun fact about memory ! It’s easily manipulated because each time you remember something you’re actually just remembering the last time you remembered the thing! Basically your brain reconstructs the memory completely each time! Fuck it up once and it’s all down hill)

He regrets not ensuring that he’d have more than his flimsy memories to hold onto Deku with, he never realized he’d want to, never could fully conceive that he’d actually have to.

He should have been kinder

He should have been less of a coward and faced his own insecurities

He should have talked to Deku about so many things

He can’t just focus on what he did and didn’t do forever tho, eventually he’ll have to recognize the hole Deku left behind, his regrets will paint the picture of his grief

Maybe he forgets the exact date of Dekus birthday but he knows it was in the summer, he regrets not going to his last one and grieves never going to a next one.

He regrets not going to the funeral, of course he was sad, he’d been an idiot to think he couldn’t be

He regrets not visiting Dekus grave, and grieves over how long he’s been gone now

He regrets that he had to learn what the value of saving is by having lost, god how he grieves that loss

Without Deku Kaminari never hears that nickname, Kacchan died with Deku. He grieves over never hearing it again

He wonders if Dekus hanging out with Kacchan wherever he is, he wonders if this makes him crazy.

He grieves over Deku dying so young, so alone, so horribly. It gives him nightmares, he can’t imagine the pain of having all his organs crushed down from the inside, and yet he’s some how intimately aware of its possibility. He debates looking for the autopsy results, maybe if he confirms it was asphyxiation and not internal blunt trauma the nightmares will stop. But you don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.

He grieves over the dreams Deku never got to chase, and regrets ever playing a part in taking away the happiness a dream is supposed to have

He grieves over the Deku shaped hole in his life that seemed to grow with him despite only ever getting to know the knobby knees version, he can’t help but think with every achievement and milestone “you should be here”

He doesn’t hate his life, it just feels half lived.

Without Deku pushing his buttons and no god complex shaped alarm bells people were slower to reach out to him.

Without Deku to vouch for his good qualities people were a lot more hesitant to see them.

He still did make friends it’s just a shallower connection and he doesn’t make time for them

He becomes top hero but the victory feels hallow like there should have been more of a fight for it. Maybe he is crazy but it feels like it should have been Deku fighting him for it.

His saves are legendary and numerous, he’s never able to shake the feeling that there’s someone out there who needs him just around the corner

Between the nightmares and the anxiety clocking off gives him he probably gets less sleep than any hero before him, even Aizawa.

It was a short career

[kitty-ray]

Something Like Home Ch. 2

Hey so I really liked this story so I decided to make a second chapter. Basically it’s more bkdk fluff (here’s part one) 

AO3 

Katsuki suddenly has a lot to think about. Last night, totally unprompted and totally not unwelcomed, Deku decided on his own free will to crawl into Katsuki’s bed and demand Katsuki to hold him. Honestly? Who is Katsuki to refuse such an offer?

However, this is Deku we’re talking about. The same fucking Deku that would snivel and cry yet not give up in a fight no matter how beaten down he was. The same fucking Deku Katsuki watched time and time again almost die because he has no value on his life (which, side not, that is something they are definitely going to have to talk to him about). The same fucking Deku that’s been on the edge of his mind for his whole life. Sure, some of those thoughts lingered around Deku’s mouth. And yes, maybe some of those thoughts led elsewhere, but that’s beside the point!

Katsuki grabs his pillow and screams into it. How, oh how, did Katsuki Bakugou ever get in a situation like this?

See, this wouldn’t normally be an issue if it weren’t for the fact that Katsuki’s heart was most definitely slamming against his chest almost all last night. He’s only ever associated that feeling with a fight, and Katsuki knows for a fact that they weren’t fighting.

Katsuki’s not dumb. He’s not entirely immune to emotions and feelings. Hell, he’s had his fair share of crushes in his life, but those were way before middle school. (Okay, that’s a lie. He may or may not have had a crush on a few of the boys in his class, but those were quickly pummeled away before they could go any farther. Don’t tell Kirishima.)

What he’s feeling for Deku is definitely not a crush. It’s more of a… childhood friends turned enemies turned rivals turned hey, let’s occasionally sleep together because neither of us knows how to sleep alone anymore, yeah? That’s it. That is exactly what they are.

“I,” Katsuki whispers to his ceiling, “do not like Deku. I hate him.”

He did not, but it’s easier to say that than anything else. This mantra repeats in his head until he’s almost certain that he believes it. It seems to work, especially when they’re in the locker room almost a week later and somebody brings up relationships.

“Yeah, we’re going to go get lunch Sunday. Got the release forms and everything,” Sero says to the Kaminari. He grabs his uniform jacket. “I’m really excited.”

Kaminari slaps Sero on the back. “Hell yeah, man! Hey, does she have any single friends?”

“Dunno, but I can ask.”

“Sero, my pal, my dude, you are the bestest friend ever.”

“Pretty sure that’s not a word, Kaminari.”

Katsuki frowns into his locker. He should have expected this. They’re high school students, so dating is not totally out of the question. He can’t help but feel slightly behind in that regard.

But then he reminds himself that if he’s going to be the Number One Hero™, then he has no time for trivial things like relationships and dating and (dare he say it) kissing.

“So, Midoriya,” the grape fucker’s voice rings out. Katsuki tries not to look at them. “You’re popular with the ladies. I caught you behind the school the other day with some pretty girl confessing! Tell me, tell me! She’s got big boobies, right? You said yes, right?”

Kirishima walks over, crossing his arms. His mouth curls in disgust. “Dude, too far.” Then he looks up to Deku. “But yeah, Midoriya. We all heard about it and kinda want to know how it went.”

Next to him, Deku’s face goes bright red. Katsuki denies the fluttering in his stomach, choosing to ignore whether it’s because of delight or jealousy. He pulls out his tie, pretending not to listen.

“Oh, well, um…” Deku’s voice trails off, and out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki can see how red his face is. Cute. Turning back to his locker, Deku hides his face. “I turned her down,” he whispers.

This time, the butterflies Katsuki elects to ignore are definitely from delight.

Deku comes again, later that week. Katsuki’s full attention is on his small TV screen, the controller in his hand warm from lengthy use, and he’s just about to beat the boss when there’s a knock at the door. Quickly, he pauses it, the threat dying in his throat when the door opens and Deku slips inside.

“The fuck? Deku, it’s late.” Katsuki says, rocking his chair back. It takes a second to register his red-rimmed eyes and shiny lips. By then, Deku has already made his way to Katsuki.

He fully expects him to climb into Katsuki’s bed, as per their unsaid rules of whatever the hell it is they have going on, but Katsuki only stares in amazement as Dekuk crawls into his lap and buries his face into Katsuki’s shoulder. “H-hey!” he splutters. Real smooth.

“I’m sorry,” Deku whispers. His arms loop Katsuki’s middle. “Just go back to your game. I’ll move if I’m in the way.”

Suddenly, he is infinitely grateful that Deku isn’t looking at him because his face is certainly a bright shade of red. He doesn’t say anything to Deku before unpausing the game and finishing the fight. It’s hard to play like this, but Deku’s warmth and sobs keep him from moving, so he stays. If this is what the nerd needs, then the nerd gets.

A cut scene comes along, and Katsuki takes this opportunity to hug the nerd back. He won’t let himself go any farther; no kisses or sweet nothings to be had. Sure, he might have slipped up a few nights ago (okay, twice, but who’s counting?), but Deku was asleep then! He wouldn’t have noticed! Not like now when he is very, very much awake and very, very much moving.

It’s not a lot of movement, but every time the nerd shifts his hips to get comfortable, Katsuki notices. Oh boy, does he notice. It’s a totally normal reaction for a teenage boy to have on his crush rival! Especially when said rival is sitting on his lap and practically grinding on him.

Deku’s fingers grasp the bottom of Katsuki’s shirt, and he nearly explodes. Okay, Katsuki, think of puppies, kittens, Kirishima’s god awful--shit no, don’t think about Kirishima! Girls, think of girls! Mom and Dad! Oh, shit, I got to call them, don’t I?

“Kacchan,” Deku whispers, his small voice bringing Katsuki out of his attempt to calm down. “Thank you.”

“For what, nerd?”

On the screen, Katsuki’s avatar finds a treasure chest full of useless items. He’ll have to sell those later to buy something good.

Deku doesn’t answer, so Katsuki focuses his attention back on the game. He feels Deku’s lips on his neck. It’s soft, barely there, and probably not intentional, but it makes his brain go haywire nonetheless. He fumbles while trying to take down the miniboss and loses half a life.

Eventually, Katsuki has enough and saves the game. Deku shifts again. “Oh. Are you done?”

He grunts in response. The controller hangs loose in his hands as he wraps his arms around Deku, hearing him squeak. It takes a couple of seconds for the nerd to relax again, but when he does, he starts crying again.

“I had a nightmare again,” Deku whispers. Saying nothing, Katsuki rubs his back. His mom used to do that when he was a kid, and it never failed to make him feel better. Occasionally, whenever Deku would sleep over and he’d have a nightmare, she would rub his back, too.

Katsuki buries his nose into Deku’s curls. They’re still wet and frizzy from his bath. (That’s another thing they’re going to have to talk about.) “Wanna…” he pauses, unsure of himself. “Wanna talk about it?”

They don’t talk about the nightmares. It’s another unspoken rule between the two; you have a nightmare and you go back to sleep. That’s just how they did it.

But this time is different. The last time was different, too. Deku came in here, on his accord, asked Katsuki to hold him, and dealt with the nightmares in a different way. So, yeah, maybe their unspoken rules can be bent and broken once in a while.

Deku sniffles and pulls away, green eyes glassy. The light from the TV and desk lamp makes it hard to see anything but shadows on his face, but Katsuki has known Deku long enough to know exactly how he looks crying. “It’s stupid,” Deku mutters.

“Yeah, and so is Dunce Face, but we still put up with him.”

“You don’t.”

“That’s not the point. What’s the nightmare?”

He cracks a smile before wiping his eyes. “I’m going to tell Kaminari you said that.” Seeing Katsuki’s determined stare, Deku sighs. “Sometimes, I dream of you dying. Or it’s me. Or it’s everyone else. I just… I feel so helpless and I can’t do anything about it and-and--” His words are cut off as he gasps for air. “They just won’t stop.”

Katsuki does something he might regret; he takes Deku’s face in his hands. It’s wet underneath his palms, but he doesn’t pay attention to that. He does, however, pay attention to how soft his cheeks are or how bright his eyes shine. Katsuki suddenly feels the urgent need to kiss him.

“Do you…?” he starts to ask but trails off. This has never been a spoken thing between them. If he says it out loud, he might break the fragile thing they have set up. They’re swimming through uncharted territory, fumbling along as they try to make sense of what is up and what is down.

Thankfully, Deku seems to know what he’s trying to say. A scarred hand lays across one of Katsuki’s as Deku smiles at him. “Can I?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

It doesn’t occur to Katsuki until now that he could be asking a double-loaded question. What he means to ask is if Deku wants to sleep here, yet he also recognizes that he very well could be asking to do more. He tries not to look down at Deku’s lips, tries to keep his gaze locked onto Deku’s, but he ultimately fails. Hopefully, Deku doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and Katsuki notices him noticing, and it’s enough to make his heart do somersaults.

There’s a new question hanging between them. This one is exhilarating and terrifying and makes Katsuki rethink his entire position about relationships and dating and (he dare says) kissing. His fingers find their way to the curls at the nape of his neck. They’re not as soft as Katsuki thought they would be, but they still feel nice.

Katsuki nods, answering both questions at once.

At first, his lips are barely there, but when Katsuki doesn’t pull away, he presses further. He rather likes his lips. He also likes how Deku is obviously just as inexperienced as he is, and he especially likes how Deku breaks up the kiss because he’s smiling.

“I, um, yeah.” Deku rests his forehead on his. “Was that okay?”

Katsuki opens his eyes, and he sees that he’s already looking back at him. His cheeks are still wet from his tears, which he finds disgusting. Unfortunately, his tissues are too far away.

“It was fine or whatever.”

Deku knows he’s lying; his shit-eating grin tells him so. He pokes at Katsuki’s ribs, causing him to yelp. “It was fine, Kacchan?” Deku laughs. “Only fine?”

“Ah! S-stop! Deku!”

“Admit it! It was good!”

Katsuki locks eyes with him, his own fingers coming up to Deku’s sides. When Deku squeaks, he smirks. “I will say no such thing.”

“Kacchan! Sto-o-op!”

There’s banging on the wall before Kirishima yells, “Shut up!”

They try to wiggle away from each other, but with Deku’s legs locked around Katsuki’s waist and Katsuki balancing in his chair, they only manage to crash on the floor. Groaning, he rubs his arm. “Fuck you,” he mutters.

“You okay?” Deku’s green eyes are alight with mirth as he stares at Katsuki. It makes his heart flutter with unease and excitement. He nods.

In this moment, he realizes that his stupid face is actually rather beautiful. The soft glow of the desk lamp highlights his freckles and scars, his cheeks flushed from laughter, and Katsuki thinks he might be falling a little bit. They’re staring at each other, both not wanting to break this tension. It’s electrifying and exhilarating and makes Katsuki absolutely terrified of what he’s feeling. Deku’s legs are entangled with his, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching over and interlacing their fingers together.

“I liked it,” he whispers, almost afraid to break this little bubble of theirs, and they don’t break eye contact as he whispers, “and I think I’m starting to like you.”

Deku smiles at him. “I think I’m starting to like you, too.”

It takes them several moments for them to even think about getting into bed, and when they do, Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to pull him close. His fingers trace random fingers on top of his shirt, and he smiles. Maybe crushes aren’t so bad after all.

[heartsywritesthethings]

Tickling! Plus Ultra! 1

“Why do I have to come again? We already sleep in the same damn building, so what’s the point?” Bakugo groaned, pressing his forehead against the doorframe of his dorm. Kirishima smiled at him. He was wearing a plain white shirt and fuzzy red pants with dragons all over it. If Bakugo was being honest, he thought that Kirishima looked very attractive in his pajamas. Not that he would ever say that out loud. Ever. 

“Because everyone is already downstairs and ready for the games! We’re just waiting on you.” Kirishima said, tilting his head a little bit. Bakugo huffed and turned away to hide his blush. He shoved his hands in his sweatpants.

“Okay, fine. But don’t expect me to participate in any stupid shit,” Bakugo huffed and began following his friend down to where the others were waiting in the main room. Everyone was now in their pajamas. There had been a bottle laid down, but Iida was lecturing the others about acting immaturely. Mineta was whining about it.

“Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed, waving Bakugo over to where the others were sitting in an oddly shaped circle. Deku, unsurprisingly, was wearing a pair of fuzzy blue pants with Allmight faces all over it along with a shirt with Allmight on it as well. Bakugo didn’t even need to see what kind of slippers he was wearing to know that they were also probably Allmight themed.

“Don’t overthink this, Deku. I’m just here so that Kirishima doesn’t complain to me all night,” Bakugo grumbled as he sat down. Kirishima plopped down next down to him, their legs touching ever so slightly. That worked with Bakugo though. As much as he liked the crazy haired red head, he still needed some time to actually admit it openly. It seemed that Kirishima didn’t really need for him to say it aloud though, which made him feel a little more relaxed.

“How about we play Truth or Dare? That’s fun!” Urarakasuggested once Iida sat back down.

“Truth or dare can be hot.” Mineta said, ogling over Momo as she stretched her arms over her head with a yawn.

“I am going to have to insist that we have some rules regarding this new game!” Iida said, chopping at the air. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to agree.” Momo said with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared daggers over at Mineta who just waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Alright then, we are agreed. First rule, nothing we cannot ask any of our fellow students to admit to anything suggestive or do anything suggestive.” Iida said, pushing his glasses up his face. 

“And we probably shouldn’t do any damage to the building or each other,” Ochako said, waving her hand around in general. 

“This game isn’t gonna be any fun,” Bakugo huffed and he began to get up. Kirishima caught him by the wrist and pulled him back down. What was the point of this game if he couldn’t make two students fight to the death? It just seemed like they were just going to ask each other about crushes which was beyond boring to him.

“It’ll be fun! I’ll start!” Mina said, jumping up and looking around quizically. “Tsu! You first! Truth or dare?”

Tsuyu straightened up, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She had been off in her own world, not really paying attention to everyone as they bickered about the games and the rules.

“Uh, truth?” She responded. 

“Okay,” Mina began, “Are frogs your favorite animal or is it really something else?”

“Well…” Tsuyu thought for a moment, looking up as she thought over the different animals that she liked. “I would have to say cats. They’re very sweet, though of course frogs are very easy to relate to.”

“Huh. Never pegged you as a cat person.” Mina murmured before sitting back down. She gestured for Tsu to continue. Tsuyu got up and looked around for a moment before pointing at Jiro.

“Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Dare.” Jiro responded confidently, twirling one of her earphone jacks between her fingers. 

“I dare you sing a random song in a scottish accent,” Tsu said and sat back down. 

“Lame dare.” Bakugo grumbled under his breath. Kirishima elbowed him in the ribs. 

Jiro stood up and began singing Jingle Bells in the worst scottish accent any of the 1-A students had ever heard. Soon, just about everyone was laughing. Even Iida was cracking a smile. The only one who didn’t seem impressed was Kacchan Bakugo. He just sat there with an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Kirishima, truth or dare?” Jiro said once she had finished.

“Dare,” Kirishima said, leaning forward. He looked a little too excited to embarrass himself in front of his entire class. Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“I dare you to make Bakugo laugh,” Jiro said before sitting down.

“That’s stupid. You can’t rope me into your dumb dares,” Bakugo huffed, shaking his head. 

Kirishima turned towards Bakugo with a smile that was not unlike a shark’s. Shitty hair was definitely planning something and Bakugo wasn’t sure if he was going to like it. He leaned back, looking Kirishima up and down and trying to figure out what exactly the plan was.

Then, it clicked.

“Wait–” Bakugo began, putting up both of his hands defensively, but it was already too late. Kirishima pounced on him and began digging his fingers into Bakugo’s sides.

Bakugo went rigid. Of course it tickled, but he wasn’t about to let the whole class know. He was supposed to the the badass, the next number one hero. He couldn’t let the others know his weakness was something this…this childish.

“Aw, what’s wrong King Explosion Murder?” Kirishima asked, that shark like smile still spread across his face. Bakugo glared at him.

“I’m gohonna…” Bakugo began. A giggle had slipped and he clamped his lips shut before anything else could get out. The laughter was beginning to build up in his chest.

“What was that?” Kirishima asked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

“Careful, he sparks when he’s tickled,” Midoriya chimed in, scooching away from where Bakugo’s fists were clenching and unclenching. Bakugo’s head whipped over to turn his glare to Deku.

“What?!” the entire class erupted, and suddenly the eyes of pretty much every single 1-A student was on Kirishima and Bakugo.

“He’s ticklish?” Uraraka asked.

“That’s…kinda cute, man.” Denki said.

“Most people have sensitive nerve endings. It is quite common,” Iida chimed in with a small nod. 

“You guys could help you know.” Kirishima said.

“This is supposed to be your dare, but…okay.” Jiro said before moving in next to Bakugo. Her hands joined the fray. Bakugo let out a small noise, trying to push himself away from the two of them. 

“Oh, you’re not getting away.” Kirishima said and used a hand to grab his wrists. He held them above Bakugo’s head and then used his harden quirk to keep them up there.

“You are so dead, shitty hair.” Bakugo growled. Kirishima stuck out his tongue. 

  Jiro began poking and prodding around Bakugo’s stomach and sides. Bakugo squirmed and jolted slightly. It seemed like she was meticulously mapping out which areas got the biggest jump or the most effort to muffle a laugh. Kirishima made a claw with his hand and hovered it over Bakugo’s left underarm. Bakugo was definitely sweating now. He could feel that something bad was about to happen. Like the calm before the storm. The two were just waiting for–

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!” Bakugo laughed when the two of them both descended with their tickling fingers. Jiro had zeroed in on two areas, one just to the left of his navel, and his lower rib on his right side. Kirishima was clawing at his armpit – easily his most ticklish body part. 

Sparks began flying from his hands, though they fell harmlessly on Kirishima’s hardened hand. 

“GUHUAHAHAHAYS STHAHAHAHAP I’LL KIHIHIHIHILL YOUHOHOHOHO” Bakogu barked in laughter, his feet kicking out as he struggled against the three tickling hands. There was no escape from the tickle torment.

“Wow that is a lot less threatening when he’s laughing,” Deku murmured.

“Aw, his laugh is so cute!” Mina exclaimed. 

“I never would have guessed he was so ticklish.” Momo said with a soft smile.

“FUHUHUHUCK YOUHOHO” Bakugo laughed, shaking his head.

“You sure are talkative. Think we can fix that, Jiro? Plus Ultra?” Kirishima said, looking over his shoulder at his tickler partner. 

“Plus Ultra.” Jiro responded and now her earphone jacks were tossed into the mix. One began poking around Bakugo’s stomach randomly while the other sent small pulses of vibrations into Bakugo’s navel. Kirishima also began digging his thumb into Bakugo’s underarm.

Bakugo went absolutely ballistic. His head was thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn’t get out a coherent sentence as he was just overwhelmed by the otherwhelming feeling of being put through ticklish hell. Sparks began flying more frequently from his hands, sounding like distant fireworks. 

It was only when a stray spark hit Kirishima’s now non-hardened hand that the intense tickling stopped. Kirishima flinched and brought back both hands. Once Bakugo’s hands were free, he shoved Jiro away by her shoulders. He curled up in a ball, still giggling. 

Neither of the ticklers were harmed. Jiro just sat back on her heels while Kirishima sucked on the part of his hand that still stung. 

“Well, guys, I’m sure Kacchan doesn’t want to play anymore after–” Kirishima began. He felt pretty good about the hell he had put Bakugo through, but there was a feeling that maybe Bakugo could have one longer because…he enjoyed it maybe.

“Deku.” Bakugo said, huffing as he attempted to breathe again. “Truth…or…dare?”

Midoriya looked like he was in shock. He had honestly thought that Bakugo would run off to his room after being tickled like that. But, even with that, he wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that.

“Truth!” Deku squeaked out. Bakugo growled softly, feeling as if he was cheated.

“Where is your most ticklish spot, Deku?”

(8/25)

-GA!babe 

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Sorry (bakushima x reader omegaverse)

I’m so fuckin sorry this took so long to post I wanted to do it on my laptop bc links but uuuh I’m doing it on my phone on the way to work so y’all get it sooner lmao

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, lil bit of angst w a happy ending

Requests: open

Your side still hurt despite your healing quirk, you’d taken a hit for Katsuki during a battle, he wouldn’t have been able to survive it, but luckily your quirk meant you'd get off with some minor pain for a couple of weeks. Unfortunately, your mates, and your boss, had decided you needed to take some time off, much to your dismay. You were surprised Kiri had agreed, but Katsuki had issues with you being a hero ever since you’d met at UA, so when he pushed for you to take time off you could only sigh and roll your eyes. It was taking an annoyingly long time to heal up, bruises still covered your form, but you supposed it was an improvement from the giant gash when you’d first gotten hit.

Eijiro has been called into work, apologies dropping from his mouth as he hugged you so tight it almost hurt. You knew he’d wanted to stay and be with you during your recovery, but hero work didn’t stop for anyone or anything. So here you were, in your apartment with only Katsuki, who’d taken to letting out a low growl whenever he saw your injuries. You didn’t know what his problem was, him and Kiri got injured and you didn’t growl at them. It was part of the job. You were sitting on the couch watching a show, you’d tried to get up to make yourself something to eat, but a certain blonde alpha had growled at you and dumped you back on the couch, muttering about how he was your alpha and he’d make you something to eat. It was suffocating, you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, you always had.

“Here.” Katsuki plonked a bowl of soup down on your lap, not saying a word and only grumbling as he stormed away again. You missed Kiri, Katsuki was awful when he was in a mood like this. At least the soup was good, even if your mate was banging and slamming things around in the kitchen. You weren’t going to dignify his behaviour by asking him what was wrong, you were right here, if he wanted to talk to you you weren’t going to stop him.

“What are you doing?” Fuck, you thought Katsuki was taking a shower, what the fuck was he doing here?

“Going to visit Eiji at work…?” You bit your lip as you trailed off, his scent reeked, it was all angry and just… off.

“Absolutely not.” Katsuki barked, his canines sharp and and full display as he snarled when you puffed your chest out.

“He’s our mate, I’m allowed to visit him at work.” You stood your ground, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared right back at your alpha, wrinkling your nose at his scent.

“Like hell you are! You’re staying here. End of story.”

“No! I’m going to visit our mate!”

“You’re staying here where it’s safe.” Katsukis tone took a dangerous turn, pupils blown out as he advanced on you.

“I can look after myself.” You took a step back, eyes darting to the front door, you wouldn’t be able to get past him in your condition.

“Aha, sure you can. Look at your side, Y/n! You can’t defend yourself, and your preheat scent is so strong you fucking reek right now, every alpha within fifty miles will try to claim you.” His words were like a punch in the gut, and you were surprised you didn’t double over.

“How dare you bring my dynamic into this? Deku’s an omega and you don’t have trouble-“

“Deku isn’t my mate! And his quirk is insane, he’s a whole different case.”

“So you think I’m just a weak omega, huh? Just a stupid, weak omega with a stupid, weak healing quirk, right? That’s what you really think?” Your fists were clenched at your side, nails digging into your skin as you waited for your mate to say you were wrong. A scoff left you when he didn’t, and your scent took a sour turn as you back away, shaking your head before you bolted to your room, locking everything before you threw yourself into your bed.

You didn’t nest, fighting down every instinct you had to grab anything that remotely smelled like your mates and hail it to your bed. You know what Katsuki really thought now, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Your instincts didn’t get the message, though, and it was barely an hour before your scent soured even more due to how lonely and upset you were. You’d pulled the blankets over your head, and you were hugging your pillow tight to your chest, but it wasn’t enough to calm you down or do anything to soothe how hurt you felt. Your mate had been pounding on the door since you’d locked it, but you didn’t want to listen to him going on about your dynamic, so you’d grabbed your headphones and tried to distract yourself with a show. It didn’t really work, but it was better than just sitting alone with your thoughts.

You were almost asleep when the sound of the front door closing had you ripping your headphones off.

“Katsuki! Y/n! I got off early!” Eijiros voice echoed through the house and you couldn’t help but relax at the sound. “Kacchan? Where’s Y/n? Why does it smell so weird in here?” You tuned back out then, you didn’t care what the blonde had to say, you were just going to have a nap.

A knock on the door interrupted your plan, and you cautiously pulled the blankets down, Eijiro’s worried scent invading your nose.

“Honey? Can you open the door, please?”

“Is Katsuki there? I’m not talking to him!” You propped yourself up as you heard shuffling outside the door, and Katsuki’s burnt scent decreased dramatically.

“It’s just me, I promise.” Eijiro leant against the door, and you finally got up, padding over to the door and slowly unlocking it. Your alpha was barreling into you the moment he could open the door, somehow twisting so the two of you landed on the bed with you on top of him.

“You didn’t wanna nest?” Concern laced his voice and you could only shrug, Katsukis words still banging around in your head. Eijiro frowned, you must be pretty upset if you didn’t even nest, it was your favourite thing to do!

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was muddled from his face being pressed into your neck, and you sniffled as you buried your face in his hair.

“Katsuki is a dick.” Your words made him chuckle despite the situation, one hand coming up to stroke over your hair.

“I know, I know darling. But it’s just because he worries and… between you and me? He’s a little dense when it comes to emotions. Not good at handling them like you and me.” You felt better despite yourself, Eijiros scent was doing wonders for your mood, it always did. “Can he come in yet?” The redhead maneuvered so the two of you were leaning against the headboard, and after a minute you nodded in agreement.

“I made your favourite cookies.” The blondes tone was rough as he entered the room, gently placing the plate down on the bedside table. You didn’t look at him, didn’t acknowledge he’d said anything, only burrowing closer to Eijiro, who let out a soft croon to try and calm you down, his worried eyes meeting Katsuki’s. Even if you were angry, you’d never said no to food before.

“I’m sorry I just-“ Katsuki took a seat on the bed, grabbing onto Eijiros free hand when you still didn’t look up. “You took that hit for me, I’m your alpha, I’m meant to protect you and I can’t even do that! I didn’t mean what I said, I just… I don’t want to lose you, you only have a defensive quirk, you’re not meant to be right in the middle of everything!” His voice cracked and broke towards the end, and he had to use his free hand to wipe tears away from his face. You frowned when you looked up, you hated seeing your mates in distress. Wordlessly, you opened one arm, biting your lip as you waited to see if your alpha would reject or accept the offer. Barely a moment passed before he was pouncing on you and Eijiro, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent like his life depended on it.

“You’re not weak, or stupid, I’m so fucking sorry I said that shit.”

“I know, you’re the stupid one.” You mumbled, unable to stop the smile on your face when Katsuki barked out a laugh.

“I love you, dumbass.” His tone was sweet as he pulled away, turning your face towards him to smother your lips in kisses.

“I love you too!” Kiri cooed, thanking anything he could the two of you had made up so quickly as your scent returned to it’s normal sweet scent. “I’m gonna tell my boss I need to stay home until Y/n heals up, obviously the two of you can’t be trusted by yourselves.”

[rainybubbles]

Imagine disappear, and Bakugo is searching you.

• That was during a normal day; you peacefully walked during your rest day.

Distracted by the advertising spots where Shoto sold cold sobas with his hero pro suit, and where Midoriya and Bakugo showed up there, perfume with the tittle "wonder duo, wonder smell, Axe."

• Then, everything exploded.

• You couldn't think that, your ears whistling and the ground trembling uncontrollably.

You were born without a quirk, but you went to Yuei in general, and you had to do some obligatory emergency formations.

• So you had the good reflexes, and you seek some shelter, but the notorious villain who attacked, saw you.

After all, you were his target.

He used again his exploding blast wave quirk; you felt on the ground.

• The other civilians screamed in agony, and some of them desperately tried to intervene, but the exposed floor was instable and their sens perturbed.

And for the communications, the villain's waves probably had been affecting it.

You heard some steps, came near to you.

•"What if we take the number 1 of the number 1 neh ?"

He laughed mockingly and...

You had a used total black out.

• A few minutes later, the heroes arrived, but the villain escaped with you.

• The witness explained the chaotic scene and some heroes were called to search you.

• The worst inevitably came when Bakugo heard the news.

He was coming back from a stupid mission with a pick-pocked who had the gluing ass quirk and which had fun to steal handbags with sitting on it.

And he heard that.

You...

You, his pillar.

• The one who he met in his therapy.

The one who helped him with this therapy, who helped him to better understand the no-quirk person.

The one who doesn't abandon him.

• You had also managed his social medias a while ago and the majority of his follower due to your work, your fucking photography.

(he knew that most of them were while he was with you, because when you're here, he can smile, he can stop screaming...)

• And you're missing, you disappeared.

He exploded and called the 1-A.

• He would never do this before, but he knew that among those extras, some of them like Shinso or Fumikage, were more adapted to him, to find you.

• Everyone started to search you or wait for the probable ransom because...

"'THEY'RE IN DANGER BECAUSE OF ME !" Bakugo screamed.

"Kacchan, calm down."

"Izuku, it's serves nothing to try reasoning him. Moreover, I would like to contradict him, but..." Momo started

"Y/n was in danger because journalists saw them, with us. More precisely, with Bakugo. Your relationship is platonic, but the gossips were persuaded that you're going out. So the villain just kidnapped the person who the heroes care about, in particularly the number one. And he found y/n." Tenya said.

Bakugo stopped and disproportionately hurt the wall.

He knew it.

But fuck, if he looked out for...or if...

If you lived together, if he had the balls to confess at the graduating ceremony, maybe you would not been in the street but at his home or...

"Bro, you can't do anything to change the past. On other hand, when we will find them, it will be come the moment to be manly, dude !"

• The red hair was aware of Bakugo's feeling toward Y/n, the class, too. But he was the only who directly had the confirmation by Bakugo himself.

Eijiro even had thought that the blonde will confessed, but Bakugo wanted to be the number one before this, like he didn't deserve Y/n if he didn't reach this objective.

• "We will put all the means into action to find them. The important thing is to not let our feelings take over us. The more time we waste, the less chance we have found them safe." Jirou said.

• All nodded their heads.

Flashback :

"I'm sure that you will finish with a pro hero." Y/n said while they were eating with Bakugo on the roof.

That was during their third year at Yuei, all the Fridays lunch were with them.

All the lunch was for them, but sadly the Bakusquad didn't let him the choice. So he negotiated the Fridays.

"Tss why are you saying this ?"

" Well, I'm sure that if you let you carry away, you exploded. So imagine if a normal civil is sucking you and bam you exploded at their face in the both sens of the term..."

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ?!"

They laughed.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see your reaction. I'm sure that everything is working, even down there."

Bakugo grumbled.

"Tss, sure it works. If you wanted so bad, I will make you a round on it, asshole."

Y/n blushed.

"Maybe one day..."

Bakugo was surprised by the answer, but let this in suspense.

If he knew it...

He would have devoured this lips a long time ago.

He would have said to them so much compliments, at a point so high, that it would equal with his ego.

End of the flashback

"You have to sleep." Kirishima said.

"Fuck no, I stay here."

"He didn't call, and it's been a week. Katsuki, you must sleep. Don't even dare take a coffee, yourself said it was horrible for your "fucking and perfect health, extras." "

Bakugo put the goblet and let a frustration sigh.

Nothing.

Not a fucking ransom.

No demand of money, no explosions or news of them.

They were nowhere.

"WE GOT NEWS !" Izuku screamed.

Katsuki stood up, but a black stain appeared, following by several others before everything turned black, and he collapsed on the ground.

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"Hello Aurora Bakugo, and welcome to the world of the living." a distant voice said while he painfully opened his eyes.

'Shit even here you placed a Disney reference y/n." Katsuki grumbled

He stopped himself.

Y/n ?

Suddenly he straightened up to see them next to him, with some injuries and a splint on the hand.

'Wait, what's going..."

"You fainted due to the lack of sleep and food. They took you to the hospital, where they did the necessary. It's been 10 hours since this, because like during high school, you're a grandpa who needs his sleep schedule."

" And you, you..."

"'are fine. The villain waited, to make it more dramatic and show my beauty at all the city's screens because "mouahahaha I stole Bakugo's partner", except that unfortunately for him, I'm not your partner. But, well, he was persuaded of the contrary and his ass was kicked."

" You can become it."

"What ? A villain ? Ah no, thanks. I put gloss, so I can't become a Tomura number 2, it will be a failure."

"Tss, I talked about been a partner."

"Deku will be jealous."

"Like you can equal him."

" It's true that his thighs are unbeatable."

"Yours too."

You blushed.

"You must be in morphine."

"No, I'm just under adrenalin because the person I dearly loved was kidnapped, and they're just here because I was a coward."

"You didn't be a coward. You're still a coward. But it had nothing to do with this kidnapping."

"I was unable to tell you, that I love you."

"But you made it today and, that's what it counts."

You smiled at him.

Oh, this radiant smile.

Fuck, he will be ready to fight with All Might just to see it.

"I love you back Katsuki, if your brain hasn't understood it yet, which maybe will the case seen how you stared the wall."

"Shut up, I just observed..."

"Observed ?"

"You."

You took his hand in your free one.

He leaned towards you, but...

"I may be disappeared, but your fresh breath too, above all that you stayed here ten hours. So if you want to passionately kiss me, you have to wait."

"I will wait for the time it takes. I'm the fucking number one."

.

.

.

"With Izuku."

"Shut up."

You laughed.

Yes you disappeared on his life, on his heart, on this city, but now you're back...

He, sure, count to brush his teeth to finally kiss you.

But he wants, too, to give you the envy to stay at his side in order that never this lack reappeared.

(sorry for my mistakes and my english, it‘s not my first language

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[zinnia-the-rabbit]

Bakudeku oneshot: How could I forget someone like you...?

•No au•

•Fluff•

•Basic explanation: Izu gets hit by a quirk that that makes him forget the person loves the most•

This is a looonngg one, so it's gonna be in two parts!

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•°•"K-kacchan, wait! You're running way to fast!"

" Shut the fuck up, Deku! Just hurry the fuck up! We need to stop this god-damned bastard!"

Izuku looked around as he ran behind Katsuki. Screams here and there as they ran. No, not those of pain, but of fear.

There was debris everywhere. Destruction and fire any place you look. Smoke blocked their view, only being able to see about six feet ahead of them.

The league of Villains had attacked again..this time, they had new recruits.. they were way stronger than the last times they attacked.. though, they league didn't try to kill anyone exactly..

They just started destroying buildings, causing mass panic..

Katsuki and Izuku were busy chasing one specific member of the league. His name was Forgetmenot. Like the flower. No one had any idea why.. considering he was a new villain.

They were only chasing him because he attacked Kirishima. And it pissed Katsuki off.

I think we all know why..

Now, Katsuki and Kirishima have never said they were together.. but c'mon! Do they think their friends are all that stupid!?

"There he is, the fucking bastard!" Katsuki shouts, speeding up.

Forgetmenot was a bit taller than Katsuki, and had a better build too. He had jet black hair with pastel pink streaks going through it. A sharp, attractive jawline and pearly white teeth. His skin was pale. Very pale.

But, the thing that stood out the most..his eyes.

They were an amazingly beautiful baby blue, his pupils a bright yellow.. just like a blue Forgetmenot.. but, just because your eyes resemble something, doesn't mean you make that your title!

So, it had to be something to do with his quirk..?

"K-kacchan! Wait! I don't think you should try to fight him when we don't know what his quirk is-!"

Too late. He already starting attacking him.

Izuku couldn't really tell who was who as they both ran further into the smoke. He tried keeping up.

When he finally caught up, Forgetmenot was standing a few feet away from Bakugou, a glow coming from his hands.

It was all pastels. Pinks, purples, blues. It was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful!

Just as the villain was about to blast Bakugou with the mesmerizing colors that emitted from his palm, Izuku jumped in the way, ignoring the calls for him to stay back.

He took a painful blow to the chest, falling back against Katsuki.

He started coughing violently, seeing the pale male starting to flee. Izuku went to stand, but a sharp pain shooting through his back and chest held him in place.

"Deku! I told you not to get in the fucking way! I said stay back!"

Izuku looked looked up at the boy he had fell onto, though his eyes were very blurry from the pain, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You fucking idiot!"

He let his eyes close, feeling sleepy.

"Don't you fucking dare, Deku!"

He opened his eyes for another second, before starting to doze off again.

"Deku, if you fucking die, I swear to God!"

He looked up to see an ash blonde he didn't recognize.

"I-i'm sorry...who are you..?"

The last thing Izu saw was those piercing red eyes widen with shock and sadness before letting sleep consume him...•°•

~•°•~Izuku~•°•~

      Beep......beep......beep...... beep......

      I woke up with the worst migraine I've ever had. My chest burned and my arms and legs felt so weak..

      When I opened my eyes I immediately had to close them. All I seen was white. Bright, blinding white. I blinked away the pain before being able to look around.

      A hospital room..?

      Beep......beep......beep......beep......

      I tried to sit up, but the aching in my body held me restrained, captive against the bed.

      I looked over and seen I had an IV on my right wrist. Both of my arms had cuts and bruises. Nothing too serious. They'd heal in a few days..

      I finally forced myself to get up, letting out a pained hiss as I did.

    Beep......beep......beep......beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

      The heart monitor started going off as I took the finger clip thingie off my middle finger.

      My eyes shot up to the door as it slammed open.

      My mom and a nurse rushed into the room. They both seemed relieved.

  

      "Izuku, my baby! Are you ok!?" She rushed over and hugged me, which I happily returned her warm embrace.

      She started sobbing in my shoulder.

      "Izuku, Izuku, my poor baby! Are you ok?!"

      "M-mom, I'm fine..my chest and back just hurt really bad.. what happened..?" I asked as I rubbed her back.

      " You were hit by a quirk, dipstick! I told your fuck ass to stay back! But, no! You just had to jump in front of me, Deku!"

      I looked up at an ash blonde with spikey hair, who I didn't know, walk into the room. He had beautiful red eyes that were narrowed at me. He had a sharp jawline,and a pretty impressive build.. he was also way taller than me.

      "Wh-who are you..?"

      His eyes twitched as he started walking twords my bed.

      "Cut the shit, Deku! You know exactly who I am! It's me, Katsuki! Or, as your bitch ass calls me, 'Kacchan'!" Katsuki shouts.

      " I-i don't know anybody named Katsuki! And I've never called someone Kacchan?! I have no idea what you're talking about!" I protested. I know I looked scared. I was. There was a complete stranger walking twords me.

      "Izuku, honey..how could you not know Katsuki..? You've both been friends since you were five.." My mom said, almost in shock.

      Since we were...five...?

      After a few hours I finally got discharged from the hospital. The doctors told my mom why I only forgot who Katsuki is.. though I still couldn't believe that I actually knew the guy.

      When I asked her what the doctors said, she said she couldn't tell me..that I might freak out with the new information..

      I was forced to stay home until my injuries healed. That took about a month..

      So, during that time, I wasn't allowed to go UA... No training.. No going to see my friends.. I couldn't even go to the store.. just stay home..

      Kacchan came by everyday, though. He would bring me my work, and even his own so we could work together. He even came by on the weekends just to hang out.

      According to Uraraka, he was really bummed out that I forgot who he was.

      She said his usual mean and outrageous behavior had almost ceased to exist.

      She said that instead of yelling at everyone ,he would barley even talk at all. Instead of calling his friends by the rude nicknames he had given them, he was calling them by their real names.

      "I asked him about it..",she had said during one of our many phone calls.

      "He said he just couldn't understand why you had only forgotten him.. the person you've know your whole life.. he said it hurt him.. he wouldn't tell me why though.."

      "Didn't you say that he was always really mean to me?" I asked, jotting down an answer to a math problem I was working on.

      "Mhm!", Ochaco hummed back.

      There was a knock on my front door. Kacchan had come over to sudy. 

      I stood up from my seat in the kitchen, walking twords the door.

      "If he was so mean and hateful twords me, why should he care that I forgot him...?"

      I heard Uraraka hum in thought as I opened the door and let Kacchan walk in. He seen I was on the phone so he just walked into the kitchen. I closed the door, and followed behind him.

      "I dunno, Deku... maybe... maybe he was just acting that way? Maybe he just.. didn't want you to know he actually liked you?"

      "...that makes a bit of sense, I guess.."

      I sat across from Kacchan, him already flipping through the pages of his math book to find the assignment we were supposed to work on.

      "Well,I gotta go, Uraraka. Kacchan is here to work on our math. I'll talk to you later." I smiled, seeing Kacchan glare at my phone.

      "Alright! Have fun, Deku! Love you!"

      "Love you too, Ura." We both made a little kiss noise before I hung up and put my phone on the table.

      "Really? Talking to fucking mochi cheeks, when you could be talking to me?" Kacchan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was basically pouting.

      "Don't act so jealous." I giggled.

      He stared ranting about how he wasn't jealous, and how he just thought it was rude I was ignoring him, the guest...

      I rolled my eyes and found myself lost in thought.

  How Could I Forget Someone Like You...?

[jewels-writes]

bc y’all like it so much, even more bakudeku whump

It was all odd.

Ever since Midoriya had defeated the most recent group of villains, his composure seemed very.. off. Like he was hardly keeping himself together. And the eyes of a certain loud blonde caught on immediately.

It was right after the fight, Bakugou and Midoriya had been put together as partners but strangely, they didn’t mind it. They were equals and easily clicked with each other.

But now, the blonde noticed his partner favoring one leg and clutching one hand to his side. He was horrible at hiding it.

“Oi-“

“Pro hero Dynamight! Tell the world how you and your partner, Deku defeated the villains!” A news reporter popped up out of nowhere and stuck a microphone in his face.

“Excuse me, I need-“

“What are your thoughts with working with a new partner? What will your previous partner, Red Riot think of this?”

“Ma’am, would you please get the fuck out of my face.” Bakugou spat out, looking the lady dead in the eyes. Her expression faltered before backing away from the hero, pushing her camera man along with her.

When he looked up again, his green haired companion was missing.

“Shit, where the fuck did that nerd go?” He mumbled to himself and began shoving through the crowd. “God damnit, Deku you’re injured and now i don’t know where the fuck you are..”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima’s cheerful voice called out from around him and the blonde’s head snapped up to it. “Whatcha still doin here?”

“Looking for that shitty nerd. I need to.. uh.. talk to him about.. something.” He stumbled over his words and it was very obvious that he was hiding something but his friend knew better to pry.

“Oh you mean Midoriya? I saw him going that way a few minutes ago.” As soon as Kirishima pointed to the direction, Bakugou raced through the crowd once more, his eyes angry.

Where the hell was he??

“Thank you again, sir.” That voice.

That was Deku’s voice.

“Oi-!” Katsuki shouted and immediately caught the greenette’s attention.

He looked like shit.

His hair was disheveled and he was excessively sweating. For once, Bakugou wanted to be wrong about his evaluation on something.

“Ka- Kacchan..” Midoriya began. “What are you doing here?” He started fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.

Wait. Jacket?

When the hell did he get a jacket like that? He wasn’t wearing that before.

“Deku. Don’t you dare think that you can lie to me.” Katsuki’s voice dipped and his partner’s eyes widened. “Show me.”

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

“Show. Me.” He emphasized each word and cocked his head to the side to be intimating. He wouldn’t hurt the little shit but damn he wanted to if it would get him to show him what was wrong.

“Kacchan, you must be seeing things, nothings wro-“ Izuku suddenly doubled over in a fit of sickening coughs that completely wracked his body and he was left gasping for air.

“Damn right Im seeing things. I’m seeing something is wrong with you.” Instead of having a mean or mocking tone, he spoke with a kindness that was even shocking to him. “Please let me help you. Show me what happened.”

Standing back up, Deku wiped the blood from his mouth before slowly opening the coat. And Katsuki’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“You idiot!” Bakugou shouted and immediately ripped the entire jacket off and brushing his hands against Deku to inspect him for more injuries. More than the already fatal one that he had, at least.

“t’s f-fine. Kacch.. don’t worry about me..” His words began to slur together and his knees became weak. “Can’t even feel it..”

“I know you can, you fucking- fuck wait.. Hey, stay with me. Don’t get sleepy on me. Hey!” Deku’s knees buckled and he fell forward right into Katsuki. On instinct, he caught the boy.

“Mmm, Kacchan is w-warm..” Midoriya’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head when Bakugou began shaking him, hoping the stimulation would be enough to keep him awake.

“Do not fucking pass out on me.”

Because you might not wake up.

“S-so tired..” He was fading. And Katsuki knew it.

Without wasting another moment, he gently set his partner on the ground and ripped up the coat into strips to be used as bandages.

“This might hurt but I gotta slow the bleeding.”

Who was he kidding? He saw how bad he’d already bled out. Why was he bothering to save him?

Who fucking cares?

Katsuki began to wrap the wound on his abdomen. Every few seconds, he’d glance up to check to make sure Midoriya hadn’t passed out.

“I know it hurts, I know.” Bakugou grunted as he tightened the bandages and was met with the pathetic and small whimpers from Deku. “Trust me, nerd, I know. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Good t-to know..” Deku muttered, his eyes fluttering shut once more.

He was just so.. tired.

“Oh- stay with me. Hey!” Bakugou began slapping his face but there was no reaction other than heavy breathing. “Fucking hell.. Don’t you dare die on me.”

[thekeigospichula]

Cw// homophobia/ anxiety/ miscommunication/ domestic violence

"Stupid"

"Sorry Kacchan"

"Idiot"

"I know"

"Shitty dumbass"

"I know"

"Fucking s-stupid"

"Kacchan..."

They were sixteen and in love, hidden in the blond's bedroom. Katsuki took care of Izuku's bruises. A purple eye, lower lip broken, cheek open and bruises in arms, torso and legs. Crimson eyes watering at the sight of his love in pain, his best friend, his partner; he couldn't do anything, he never could do something to save him.

"I told you" Katsuki whispered "I fucking told you to stop, I don't care what he say about me"

"But I care" said the shorter boy caressing the wet cheek "I don't gonna allow anybody to talk bad about you"

"The fucking asshole is three heads taller than you Deku!" Katsuki said standing up with the first aid towards his bathroom, Izuku slowly stood and followed him.

"I don't care Kacchan, it's fine" Midoriya leaned against the frame door and looked at his boyfriend putting the first aid aid in its place "And this time he didn't break any bone! I think that I'm becoming stronger" the green eyed joked only to get a whimper. Bakugo turned glaring at his boyfriend with tears in his eyes and an upset sight .

"Don't dare to joke about that, fucking stupid, that wasn't funny" he walked towards him, graping his arm and sliding the sleeve to reveal all the scars and bruises "This isn't funny, that mother fucker was so close to fucking kill you, and you joke about it? Fucking kidding me" he let go the arm and walked to his room taking the dirty clothes of his boyfriend to wash the blood and the dirt.

"Sorry Kacchan" Midoriya walked towards his boyfriend stopping an inch before to touch him "I didn't know what to say or do to makes you feel better"

"You know what to do" answered the blond wiping his tears and turning to see him "I told you, my mom told you, my dad told you" he stopped glaring at the open eye "But you decide stay there, and I'm tired of this" Katsuki turned again walking towards the washing room. Izuku still there, shocked, *what that means?* Without caring anymore of the pain and his injuries, he ran following the blond and falling on the last stair over his right arm with a noisy pom. A whimper out of his lips, he could swear that saw stars.

"Deku!" Katsuki threw everything on the floor after listening to the noise and ran towards the sound, finding his injured boyfriend —that should be lying in bed— on the floor and whimpering. He kneeled trying to move him.

"AAAHHH" Midoriya felt passing out the second that Bakugo put a hand on his shoulder, but he needed to know what Kacchan meant about being tired. He tried to stand by himself.

"Stop moving, you're going to hurt yourself Deku!" Fuck fuck and more fuck. He shoved his phone from his pocket to call an ambulance, but a scarred hand stopped him "What the hell! I need to call a fucking ambulance!"

"What did you mean?" The green eyes said with tears in his eyes.

"What?"

"You're tired, what did you mean?" Midoriya shifted, sitting on the floor holding his arm.

"Hey!, Stop, I'm calling an ambulance!" Midoriya sigh and let his twisted arm hanging from his place "Fucking shit, we need the ambulance NOW" Izuku took the blond's cellphone putting it on the floor "For fucking god, what are you doing?" Katsuki tried to reach his phone, but his boyfriend put it under his leg.

"It's fine Kacchan, this isn't broken, I just need to put it in his place again, I don't need an ambulance" tears were wetting his cheeks "When you said tha-at... That you are tired, that means that you are tired..." his voice broke "You're tired of me" he said in a sob.

"Oh no, no no no no, Izuku, fuck no" Katsuki didn't know what to see, the good eye or the twisted arm "We need to treat your arm first" Midoriya breath deeper and took his arm in a strong grip, making wide the eyes of his partner "Don't do it, let's go whit a doc-"

CRACK

Midoriya drowned a whimper, putting his arm on his place again.

"For fucking sake Izuku" Katsuki covered his eyes whit his hands.

"You are tired of me" declared the green eyed "And I I-I know is my fault, I'm weak and useless, and stupid, and-" Bakugo hugged him caressing the green curls.

"I'm not tired of you" whispered in the freckled ear "Okay, I'm always tired of you, but not in that way moron" he sighed feeling his shirt getting wet "I'm tired of this situation"

"Sorry"

"It's not your fault" the crimson eyed said "Never was your fault and sorry for accused you, okay?, anything of this is your fucking fault, listened me?"

"I can't protect me own mom Kacchan" Bakugo closed his eyes feeling a knot in his throat "I'd like to live whit you and your parents, they're incredible, but I can't let my mom whit him Kacchan, I I-I can't show him that he has power over me" the freckled sobbed "If I don't defend my beloveds, he's going to hurt them, hurt you, at least, if I-I fight, he k-nows that if he touch you, or my m-om again, he won't get what he wants from me" Midoriya gripped his embrace on Katsuki "I'm scared Kacchan" whispered, tears already in Bakugo's eyes "I'm always scared Kacchan, he scared me so fucking much"

"I'm sorry babe" Katsuki caressed his boyfriend's curls whereas Midoriya cried in his arms "I'm so sorry babe" he kissed the green head "I'm here" Katsuki carried Izuku in bride style towards his room, lying him carefully on his bed and cuddling him.

"I tried Kacchan, I don't ignored you" Midoriya whispered whit sore voice "I tried to talk with her, but she doesn't wanna come with me" the green eyed carefully buried his face in his boyfriend's chest "She said that I gotta go alone, but she will stay because God won't see good-" he broke in a sob, Katsuki held him tighter kissing his head "She said that she needs to stay with him because she did a promise when she married him"

" 'til death fucking separate us"

"Yes" whispered Izuku "A-and..." He didn't say nothing, just curled hiding his face on his hands"

"What else babe?" Bakugo held his hands, kissing his knuckles after seeing the green puffy eyes to encourage him.

"She said that she loves me" his eyes filled of tears "And she needs to do merits" Izuku breathed deeper and continued "Because she made me gay" Katsuki held him tighter, letting his boyfriend cry harder, hiding his freckled face in his chest "She wants to do me-erits to God, so he will let us come to heaven, ev-en if I'm gay. Kacch-an my mom doesn't want to listen me any-more, she just sa-y that I should go whit you, that I'll be sa-ve whit you, but I know if I let her there al-one, he is going to hurt her, fuck" Katsuki didn't know what to say, he didn't say anything about this before, how many time he keep that in his mind?.

"Izuku, baby," Katsuki called him. "I'm going to talk with my mom and she will make reason your mom, she always does that, okay?" The blond said caressing his boyfriend's back "And she'll come here and we could demand that asshole" Bakugo separated a little of his boyfriend and kissed his forehead "I'm gonna protect you, you're stucked whit me, that means that you are mine and I'm yours, your problems are mine and I'll kick the fucking necessary asses to make you feel save, fine? I'll never leave you alone, I promise you"

"Kacchan, I'll always protect you too" Midoriya said with a wobbly voice "I'll be there for you always, I promise you" Bakugo glared at his boyfriend and turned back to Midoriya. He opened the drawer toward the bed, shoving a green box and facing Midoriya who looked him confused.

"This" he sit in the mattress, and looking directly green eyes opened the box, showing a couple of handmade bracelet one green and other red whit a little jewelry in the middle; the green had a red jewel and the red a green one, Midoriya looked at his boyfriend and the bracelets whit even more tears than before "This was supposed to be a b-day gift, but fuck that, I'll give you another shit" the blond took the green one whit the red jewel "This is yours, I last one fucking month making them, if you lose it I'm going to kick your reckless ass" Bakugo tied the bracelet in the right wrist carefully "Midoriya Izuku" Katsuki said in a serious tone making the green eyed look at him "I-I... Love you" he said flustered and whit red cheeks "This is my promise for you, I'll be there for you always, I'll protect you and I'll love you for the rest of my life" they were holding hands, green against red, the blond completely blushed but determined, and the freckled whit wobbling lips and teary eyes kissed the blond's lips being correspondence they kissed gentle for a couple of seconds, then Midoriya took the crimson eyed right wrist and tied the red bracelet.

"Kacc- no, Bakugo Katsuki, T-his is m-my promise for you" Midoriya wiped his tears with his forearm and started to speak again "I'll love you the rest of my life, I'll protect you and make you feel loved a-and I'll be there for you" The blond caressed the freckled cheek and kissed the pink lips, tasting the salat and blood on them. That was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, they were saying "I love you" without any rush and with all the time of the world, and that was fine, they were just sixteen, promising things that didn't even know if they could keep, but that was fine too, they're young and in love, and the rest didn't care, no when they were holding each other hands and trying to protect each other hearts.

Fin.