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jomamaofficial · 3 years

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You should have said something: Finale (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLO BESTIES, IT'S YOUR *lmao I just realised I wrote sentimental here instead of CRUSTY here* CRUSTY TOE HERE. Now please, for the love of whoever's up there, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I'm not going to dawdle along because this was the finale you all were waiting for, so enjoy. Social Media & LinkTree & Discord Server TW: Very gruesome descriptions of: Death, Burning, Heavy cursing, Blood, Abuse. Masterlist Taglist: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3 @power-house-fan12 @mrslawliet @memeingcheetah27 @lonleyweeb77 @midnight-storm Word Count: 1743

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Sirens flooded the scene, police cars blinding passerbys. Ambulances rushed to the location, paramedics pushing their way through the crowd of people, the heat travelling the smell of iron across the streets of Musutafu. Firefighters reached the estate, dragging people away from the hazard, eyes gawking at the uproar of fire. The house was engulfed in flames, crying voices piercing through the ears of those who looked on. Ashes here and ashes there, belongings erupting into soot and red embers.

A body was heaved onto the stretcher, blood staining the white cotton.

“The heart rate is lowering, I repeat the heart rate is lowering.”

The static noise from the walkie talkie was merely another addition to the tumultuous screams and orders.

Wind ran through his hair, panic stricken over the nurse's face who ran as fast as her environment could let her, the heavy but precious, bleeding body straining her arms and staining her hands.

The door was held open, commands being barked at her.

The reporters bombarded her, obstructing the nurse’s view. She shoved past them; her heart hammered in her chest inspecting the monitor, her movements speeding up as she reached her destination. The body was rushed into the ambulance, attached to pipes and machines.

It was the last thing the public saw before the door was shut and the sirens fled away.

Trending headlines and hashtags spread like wildfire.

Masaru switched on the TV, his wife finishing up her dinner in the other room.

“I am now live at the Bakugou-L/N estate. Word from our information team has come out and the fire has been going on for twenty minutes, however these twenty minutes were enough for Prohero Ground Zero to be sent to the emergency room after a local found him covered in burn marks and injuries inside his already smoking house. Prohero Y/HN is nowhere to be found and all forms of contacts have been shut off. I am now handing over to Tanaka-san who is live at the-”

Switched off. Masaru sat there glued to his seat with his fingers pressing on the power button.

Hope came crashing down and you could only stare at the broken screen of your phone, tiny glass particles spewed on the floor.

Your skin was boiling up but your blood ran cold. Your throat dried up but your tears were wet. You couldn’t feel anything but his nails, digging in through the layers of clothing you comforted yourself in.

If you could go back in time, you would have. If you could stop yourself from dialing Izuku’s number, you would have. Anything, anything would have been better than this.

Silence. And you still had the urge to cover your ears. There was nothing to look at apart from your only form of communication. Everything else was black. And the traitorous phone that gave you away was dissipating as well. It faded away from your sight, leaving you a wide smile on your face. Too wide. Stretching from one cheek to the other, your lips were quivering, forcing it to stop. But it didn’t stop. It was getting wider and wider and it was hurting but could you stop it? No.

You couldn’t stop anything. Not this marriage, not this moment, not your own body.

He pulled on your hair and you couldn’t even stop the pain. He crushed your face between his hands, searing pressure building up in your skull and you still couldn’t stop him. He shouted and he screamed and it was slowly seeping into your skull how loud he really was. Nothing would stop. You couldn’t stop it.

You were useless. Your shrieks were useless because he drowned them out with his own voice.

His words were barely comprehensible. You could either focus on the warm blood trickling down your hairline, or him.

But that took energy. And right now, trying to stay alive was sucking all of the energy out of you.

“YOU FUCKING BROKE RULE NUMBER THREE, YOU FUCKING WHORE.”

Rule number three spiked your interest. Not because you remembered what it was. It only drew your attention to him amidst all the repeated curses and the names and the agony, ‘rule number three’ was something new.

Why would you understand rule number three though, you couldn’t even understand why you were smiling, giggling underneath your breath.

“And out of all the people you could have gone to”, he sucked in a breath, squeezing your cheeks. He could feel your clenched teeth fighting against the strength of his hold.

“You fucking went to that useless cunt Deku”, Bakugou spat out, a crazed glint in his eyes as he felt your face shake and crumble under his grip.

“Where is he now huh?” he scoffed, a breathy laugh escaping from the depths of his body.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PATHETIC BITCH NOW?” Screaming once again, he activated his quirk, missing you by a hair. The flames mocked you, free to move, free to grow.

“Is he gonna come and get you now? See your precious ‘Izu-kun’ anywhere?” he derided, smiling at the blackened area his palms left on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY.”

Your tears said it enough, tears that were mixed in with the sweat and blood that dripped from your forehead. All you wanted was someone, someone who would hold you and stroke your head and clean you up. Someone who would take him away from you and let you live in a fantasy where you weren’t wrong anymore.

You apologized in the false anticipation that he would stop, and caress your face and pepper it in small kisses. You apologized in the false anticipation of thinking that’s what he needed all along. Just an apology.

So when he pushed you off of the sofa, your knees igniting in irritantance and bruises, you could only look at him. And when he crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin upwards, your heart almost fluttered at the thought that he would pull you into a kiss. A warm kiss where you would feel at home and feel loved.

The sad part was that you knew that you would forgive him if he kissed you once.

But the worst part was that you knew this would never happen. And it didn’t. But you were happy to live in your delusion. Because your delusion masked the sheer force at which he defiled your body.

The lethal blaze mirrored the lethal blaze that ignited his eyes. And this was the last time you’d ever see such hate, and animosity in them.

With your hands shielding you too late, all you saw was a blinding light shining through you, filling every crevice in your body with a scorching glow. But then it was extinguished by the darkness.

Alarms were going off in your head, telling you to breathe quickly and panic and scream and reach out and find something to see. And you did. And it entertained him.

So small and so vulnerable, scrambling around beneath him to try and escape. But he had you under his grip. And he wasn’t going to let you go until you remained lifeless under him.

Smoke infiltrated your lungs, forcing you to flail and writhe on all fours. You were heaving, trying oh so very hard to breathe in the oxygen that limitlessly surrounded you.

But you were useless. And you couldn’t breathe to save your life.

Coughing and slobbering, kneeling in front of him, you begged.

“Please, forgive me.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Please, I didn’t mean to.”

“PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP.”

The fumes were stabbing at your throat, filling your head with fog.

And your world was running slowly. The noise was slowed, darker and deeper, slurred beyond understanding. The agony was slow; equally as painful, but slow. It gave you little breaks in between to piece everything together, bit by bit.

Growing up, your world was black and white: heroes were benevolent, there to serve the society and protect them whereas villains were malevolent, there to wreck the balance of society and harm them as they pleased.

Growing up, the first people you relied on were heroes. Even as the Number 3 Hero, Y/HN, you relied on your colleagues who worked day and night to ensure the safety of the country you served.

Maybe that was your downfall. Blindly trusting heroes as if they were some sort of untouchable deities who could never harm. Because here you were, taking the last few breaths with your world spinning around you and being snatched away from you.

And it wasn’t at the hands of a villain that you were dying. It was at the hands of your so-called superior, the Number 2 Hero: Ground Zero.

Ground Zero; the hero who everyone respected but feared. His snarl, his anger, his drive. The very hero who was found in every treacherous battlefield. He was the same hero who took on anything he found that threatened the life of the citizens he made his duty to protect from harm's way.

But who would take him on when he caused harm to you?

No one.

It wasn’t the smoke, or the burns, or the bleeding that caused you to take your last breath. It was the realization that no one would save you.

The pulse under Katsuki’s fingers diminished until it was nothing. And he cried. Veins standing out in livid ridges, his eyes seared in rage as they watered and dripped down his face, cooling his body in the circle of fire he put himself in.

If he wasn’t trained to suck his guilt up every time his hands were responsible for someone’s downfall, he would have been consumed in his own self loath…

But what was the point of feeling guilty when you deserved it?

It was because of you Eijiro broke up with him. And he internally promised himself he would always stand by this.

Blinking away his tears, he channeled all the remaining energy he had, letting his anger flow through out of his body.

His wrists were giving in but he swore it was the final time. Just one more blow. One more big blow.

Silencing his cries underneath the deafening roar of his explosions, he clenched his jaw, pressuring his body on and on.

No one would find you now. No one would know.

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manunelle · 4 years

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Proof that BNHA #282 KILLED ME (with images)

After a week of waiting for this chapter, I can finally say that BNHA managed to end me in a way that I can’t even describe. Spoilers, duh.

TW: Characters suffering, me suffering, you suffering.

Okay, first of all, Kohei deserves the fandom’s respect and recognition for everything that he’s done this far. His art style has evolved to the point of making us shiver in fear or disgust, specially when drawing Shigaraki’s face. Horikoshi, I want to hug you and punch you in the guts at the same time. I have no words to describe how this chapter destroyed me emotionally.

First, this.

Look at Izuku’s face while restraining Shigaraki. He is furious. In a way that I dare say wasn’t shown before, not even during Shie Hassaikai’s arc. But, the thing is, he is like that only now, due to adrenaline and anger. After this whole battle ends, Deku will succumb to sadness and self-loathing. Witnessing Gran Torino’s death, almost having his teacher killed right in front of him and not being able to stop Shigaraki (who has regenerated at the end of the chapter, how nice) will certainly put Izuku in a horrible situation. I just can’t, just look at his face. Ugh.

And then what we all were expecting. Aizawa got shot by a quirk-destroying bullet. Even though this was to be expected, I believed until the last second that he would somehow escape this kind of fate. Btw, you can clearly see his leg twist in a horrible angle, probably due to Tomura’s strength. IF THINGS WEREN’T DEPRESSING ENOUGH, TAKE A LOT AT THE NEXT PAGE.

The first thought that passes through Aizawa’s mind after being shot is Eri. The girl he has been taking care of since saving her from Overhaul. The girl that he’s finally seen smiling and living the life a child should live. The girl that he has come to love as a daughter. KOHEI, A PUNCH WOULD HURT LESS.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYYYYYYYYY. He didn’t even hesitate to cut his leg off, stopping the effect of the quirk-destroying drug. He didn’t even blink, for fucks sake. All because he couldn’t stop thinking about Eri, about how she would stop smiling if something happened to him, if she somehow discovered that he had lost his quirk because of the power that haunted her from her time with Overhaul until now.

Later, after almost fucking dying to Shigaraki, a wild Shouto (finally) appears and saves Aizawa’s ass. I was relieved and horrified at the same time, because Shouto had escaped this whole massacre until now, but, right now, he’s right in front of the Tomura. Any person can clearly see that he’s extremelly worried with Aizawa’s state, and he’ll probably want to take revenge on Shigaraki just like Izuku was when Gran Torino died.

This shit here ended me. Midoriya crying while calling for Aizawa-sensei desperately. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Ok, Kohei wants the babies that had been safe until now to be in danger. How nice. Just look at their faces after descovering that something huge was coming towards the city they were in- a huge thing that their friends and heroes were in charge to hold off. They don’t know what is going on where Momo and the others are, they don’t know what is going on that Aizawa and Deku are hurt. They don’t know anything. For me, this is what make this situation so horrible- they don’t know what is waiting for them. Or better, what is coming for them.

The heroes have been massacred. That is Gang Orca’s hand. And that person there is Suneater, also known as Tamaki. I can’t. I just can’t.

He is coming for them. Giganto fuckink machia. When I reached this page, I almost screamed because of all the anger I felt. Momo’s plan didn’t work. Kaminari, Kirishima, Jirou, students from 1B (PLEASE DON’T HATE ME FOR NOT REMEMBERING THEIR NAMES ;A;), Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, they all were injured while trying to stop this monster. And they failed.

DUDE WHY ARE THERE PEOPLE WALKING ON THE FUCKING STREET???? Shouto, Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu didn’t appear since chapter 192981982198 because they were evacuating the city, right??? SO WHY ARE THERE FUCKING PEOPLE WALKING AROUND??? Did I miss something?

Anyway, I’m dead. Until next chapter.

#BNHA 282 SPOILERS #BNHA 282 #BNHA SPOILERS #boku no hero manga #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #MHA 282 #MHA 282 SPOILERS #SPOILERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #i'm dead

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tsukiida · 4 years

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honey — bakugou katsuki

— info :: bakugou x gn!reader ; sfw ; fluff & humour ; 6.04k words.

— contents :: quirkless reader ; reader’s pov ; scheming friends ; dumbass!reader ; slight cussing ; confessions.

— synopsis :: if there’s one thing that you have in common with bakugou katsuki, it’s obliviousness to the other’s feelings. a haunted house is the best place to resolve misunderstandings.

— note :: it’s been a while; I finally finished this!! :D it’s a continuation to bakugou’s “pining”, and I’d suggest reading that first for the full experience™ but there are hints dropped throughout “honey” to give you an idea of what happened! I hope y’all like this! :)

quite honestly, you've got to be the biggest idiot possible.

really, you had the best chance.

it’s not like confessing to bakugou katsuki would be that bad, right? the most he’d do is turn you down with a scoff and then go back to pretending you don’t exist while chasing his heroic dreams.

he’s not big on humiliating people unless they’re— a: aspiring heroes, or b: midoriya izuku.

he definitely wouldn’t lord it over your head and tease you about it.

kaminari really gave you the best opportunity to get things out in the open!

and you let it slip through your fingers like an idiot.

furthermore, you really did also say that you have absolutely no romantic interest in the explosive pretty boy. you acted like the idea of harboring any feelings towards him shocked you. you also acted like he was the weird one for thinking you liked him.

while having a raging crush on him which really makes your heart beat and bounce around in your ribcage as if getting a firsthand taste of his quirk.

have you mentioned that you’re an idiot?

right, you have done that enough times, so maybe the next step is to explain why.

you’d been out running an errand when you’d come across midoriya izuku.

midoriya; the only other quirkless student in your year, in junior high. you’d never talked much to him, but you’d felt a sense of camaraderie with him whenever you saw him. the school was small enough that you could count the number of quirkless people on one hand.

you and deku were included in that number.

the only reason why you didn’t get picked on for the reasons he did was because you never wanted to be a hero.

and you avoided bakugou katsuki like the plague.

to be honest, you hated him at first.

you’d seen it all, but hadn’t been able to do anything other than giving midoriya a few words of comfort which felt hollow to your own ears. you still blamed yourself a little for having never helped him properly.

you loathed bakugou for being as powerful as he was, as arrogant and stuck up as he was, and for being the petty bully who really thought he was better than someone just because of a quirk.

you were bitter. not because you didn’t have a quirk, but because people like him made people like you feel like you weren’t worth anything.

that’s why, when you chanced upon midoriya after such a long time, you were elated.

you were so happy when you found out that he really did have what it takes to be a hero.

if you deliberately ignored bakugou, then that’s entirely on him and not on you.

you won’t be taking responsibility for things that aren’t your fault.

…you were also wary of him.

you didn’t want him to blow you up if you so much as smiled at him.

not that he deserved seeing your smile anyway.

that’s what you told yourself right in the beginning. and that’s what came to bite you in the ass, because some days you have to do your best to conceal your smile at the mention of the stupid explosive boy’s name.

he really does scare you, you didn’t lie about that. but despite that, your brain thinks that it’s fun to get flustered over someone who scares you. just a little bit! he’s losing that scariness rapidly in all situations except when you’ve seen him in action as a budding hero. you just get worried that he’s going to take one look at you and decide that you’re getting in his way, a nuisance to everyone, and whatever else he can think of you.

in all honesty, you’re aware that he was an idiot in middle school, and the majority of his issues stemmed from his convoluted relationship with midoriya. if midoriya himself can forgive him, then you don’t really have a reason to hold grudges. and you know he’s grown. he’s matured to an extent you never expected from him, but perhaps that’s how he goes through life.

exceeding expectations is something he’s great at.

and he’s grown into someone wonderfully inspiring, if not intimidating.

—juuuust a little!

…

uraraka finds out first.

you love that girl, but you could do without her knowing about your embarrassing crush on one bakugou katsuki.

if only she’d actually helped you out, instead of teasing you subtly to the point that you couldn’t even stay in the same room as bakugou—to the point that you vehemently denied any sort of interest in him when midoriya innocently brought up the other boy in a conversation.

it becomes a reflex to avoid anything related to bakugou and romance in the same space. which is how you landed yourself in the mess with kaminari.

so you’re going to blame uraraka. she’s definitely at fault! it’s not your wimpy self to blame!

“uraraka,” you end up mumbling into the phone, rocking back and forth while hiding your face against your knees, wishing to be swallowed whole.

“uraraka, i told kaminari that i don’t like him.” despite having promised yourself that you won’t bring the whole thing up with her, you can’t help it. she’s still your precious friend that you’re very fond of, and the same friend who wrangled out from you all of your embarrassing opinions of him.

“uraraka, he’s going to hate me now. he’s going to think i don’t think he’s cool or strong, or whatever else that might hurt his pride. he’s going to completely stop paying attention to me now!”

you may claim that you blame her, but you’re aware that she’s not at fault. she always tries hyping you up when you’re nervous and comforts you when you’re down. perhaps you’re taking advantage of her kindness, but you really don’t want to be left alone with your thoughts. and it really is her fault for being so encouraging when it comes to dealing with your feelings for bakugou katsuki.

so when your friend just wordlessly hums in response for the third time, your fingers clench in your hair and you let out a frustrated sigh. raising your pitch obnoxiously, you whine, “uraraka!”

“i love you, but if you call my name like that one more time i will tell deku.”

you freeze, not sure if she means telling him about your not-so-little crush, or merely the fact that you like singing uraraka’s name. she laughs mischievously, clearing up your confusion much too quickly, prompting you to let out frantic apologies and make her promise that she won’t let the cat out of the bag.

“really, though,” you mumble, “he didn’t even remember me. he asked me if i was messing with him using my quirk. i had to tell him i was quirkless and then deal with his anger.”

that gets her attention in an entirely different manner. she sounds positively incensed when she asks you why it matters if you’re quirkless, and you give her reasons that sound weak to your own ears.

“and how are you messing with him?”

that leads to you telling her about one of your earlier interactions with bakugou, back when you’d first started being friends with midoriya’s class. you mention how you were about ready to pass out when bakugou’s question registered in your mind and you had to tell him you were quirkless, before you’re back to bemoaning the conversation with kaminari.

and something clicks.

not in your brain.

but in uraraka’s.

…

it’s not just you avoiding bakugou.

bakugou avoids you like the plague.

the sensible part of you is relieved, but another, bigger and dumber, part of you is hurt. of course he’d avoid you if his friend asked you if you liked him, and you said you didn’t.

but ouch, you really didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

not that something like this should even matter to him, right? maybe it’s you who’s suddenly noticing that he avoids you, because now you have a reason to fixate on rather than trying to lie to yourself that bakugou is not entirely indifferent to you. he really has no reason to pay attention to you.

it all makes sense, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling saddened every time bakugou blatantly ignores you. nor does it stop you from going out of your mind wondering why kaminari, too, seems to avoid you at all costs. it’s not like you said you didn’t like him!

yes, it makes sense perfectly. but not to you.

it makes absolutely no sense to you.

…

midoriya’s advancing steadily in his hero career with uraraka’s help, because the latter convinces you to come meet up with the two of them on a rare day out, and the former conveniently drags bakugou out too.

really, such heroics, all for a friend’s pathetic love life? how heartwarming.

you’re still in shock at how easy it was, and god, you don’t want to think about the implications, with the way bakugou’s eyes flit from one to the other when he’s not looking at you.

you also don’t want to admit that you’re stealing glances out of the corner of your eye at the blond when you don’t feel his eyes boring into you.

talk about awkward.

you’ve always been enamoured by how smart bakugou actually is, but it works against you when he corners you after uraraka and midoriya mysteriously vanish under the guise of training.

(that too at an arcade, because gaming supposedly helps achieve better reflex. why is a quirkless person with no interest in being a hero even invited to this outing? one will never know. the only games being played here are with your frayed self-control.)

“oi, if you’re gonna avoid me, don’t be so obvious about it.”

“a—? avoid you?” you practically squeak, and his annoyance seems to increase. there’s something else that you can’t really put a finger to. you’d say he almost looks agitated? but there’s nothing to agitate himself over…

…unless he still thinks you’ve got a raging crush on him.

“nope!” you hastily respond before realising he’s not even said anything to you, but hey, it’s as good an answer to his complaint about you avoiding him.

why’s he complaining, anyway? shouldn’t he be glad no one’s getting in his way?

you ask as much, and he all but growls, words escaping him as you take a step back. bakugou is more susceptible to dramatics than one would think. you used to find it funny, but when such behaviour is aimed at you, you’re not sure how to respond.

“you think you can actually get in my way?” he bursts out, and you make a show of thinking about it, when internally every single one of your brain cells is rioting, self-composure in shambles as you’re rudely made aware of how little distance is between the two of you.

that’s fine, you’re strong, you’re not going to be weak in the face of bakugou katsuki’s incredibly attractive glower.

no, you’re not whipped, thank you very much, to the uraraka-shaped devil materialising in your mind.

ah, back to the matter at hand. it’s not possible for quirkless little you to get in his way, is it?

anyway—

“aren’t you the one avoiding me?” you’re going to try and turn this situation around on him even if it means confronting things you don’t want to.

he scoffs in disbelief, but by that time you’ve worked up the courage to look at him, and you see the look in his eyes. you’ve spent enough time around him to know what that means, even if you barely ever look at him. he looks like he’s been caught, and isn’t that the funniest little thing?

he notices the twitch of your mouth, his own eyes narrowing as it’s your turn to be caught now.

“kaminari,” bakugou says in lieu of a response, and your heart jumps in your throat. you don’t mind dropping a subject if he doesn’t plan on grilling you on it too—changing the subject would be great, but he just picked one even worse than the last!

“he’s stupid, don’t pay attention to him.”

“uh huh, he sure is,” you laugh nervously. if you’d had your bearings about you, you’d never have said that. as it is, your mind is still shaken up and hoping that he doesn’t catch on to the fact that you are the stupid one.

you’re also very busy battling a smug uraraka and shouting at incompetent old you for swooning in the face of your biggest problem. and for, you know, missing that golden chance to confess without anxiety.

“look at me.”

nuh uh, nope, not possible. you’re not going to survive looking into his pretty eyes.

he lets out another frustrated sound, and you wait for him to blow up again—maybe even cause explosions. you wonder why he’s not been doing that lately.

he gets tired of your stalling, and surprises you by getting in your line of sight, locking eyes with you.

ah, impatience is such a gorgeous look on him.

…and you’re insufferable.

“i am not avoiding you. why would i, idiot? there’s nothing i need to avoid you for.”

you nod, not quite believing him, but you really want to just move on from this. a part of you wonders if you should come clean. but bakugou really doesn’t seem like he wants to hear anything about that. it’s in the way his eyes flit away momentarily and his expression sours, and in the way he seems to be pushing himself to hold onto some shreds of self-control.

all you can do is nod, really.

“where’s deku?”

you’re barely able to carry on the conversation, making some excuse or the other as to your missing friend(s), doing your best to act like you don’t have a clue either. if he finds your behaviour suspicious, bakugou doesn’t comment on it.

he does comment on something else. again.

“you don’t have to keep avoiding me just because of pikachu either.”

really? there’s nothing better for him to talk about? you thought you were past this! and calling kaminari ‘pikachu’ is not that smart!

“pikachu was cute…” you mumble. and you need to be louder, because you don’t want bakugou leaning in any closer to hear you.

the proximity is doing things to you.

things like making you forget that he probably hates your guts and doesn’t want to spend time with you, nor talk to you, at all. things like how he’s probably upset at being stuck babysitting you while midoriya and uraraka are off who knows where. things like making you discuss the cute factor of a magic ball–inhabiting yellow electric creature when bakugou clearly means the boy who almost outed your silly crush.

the boy who was giving you the best opportunity to confess!!!

if there’s one person who will never let you forget that, it’s your own self.

bakugou makes a sound that almost sounds like laughter, but there’s no way, right?

he shuffles back slightly, making it that much easier to breathe before he drops another bomb.

“school festival.”

you blink.

“it’ll be next month. make sure you’re free.”

oh. the stupid part of you is internally rejoicing, but since there is no way that he’d actually ask you to come—

“a-are you asking me to visit…?”

no no no, you didn’t mean to ask—

bakugou gives you a flat stare, and you gulp. so you were right for once.

you mull over it for a moment, the concrete under your feet extremely interesting before meeting his eyes again, “am i allowed to?”

“you practically live with us with how often i see you in the dorms. you think they’ll stop you now?” he snorts, rolling his eyes, but there’s not as much bite to his words as one would expect.

he has a point.

but you can’t really see reason when every single cell of your body is screaming ‘IT’S A DATE’ over and over again.

you groan, before swallowing back the sound. uh oh, bakugou’s going to think you don’t want to—

“come when you can.”

hands in his pockets, he walks off as if he wasn’t just making you go through all stages of panic.

…

uraraka tells you why she vanished. she was simply being a ‘good friend’ and trying to get you and bakugou to reconcile. you politely tell her it wasn’t required, especially because there wasn’t much that happened.

except the fact that he asked you to turn up to the festival, so that’s nice, at least.

uraraka doesn’t react as expected, again, and she utters the cursed words that you never wanted to hear out loud. “aw, a date!”

“uraraka, no!”

but it’s too late. it’s been said and now you can’t think of anything else. you know it’s not a date, any sane person would know that, but you can’t stop thinking of that one stupid word and bakugou and the school festival and spending time with bakugou at the festival—

“uraraka… the festival— i’ll need to see him. i’ll see him having the time of his life while he’s in his element, i’ll see that infuriating face— i’ll have to spend time with him—”

“y/n,” uraraka gives you a look that’s the perfect amount of wary and pitying to make you embarrassed, but there are bigger things to worry about than your friend’s opinion of you.

“this is bakugou we’re talking about. he’s not that open about having fun unless it has something to do with murder.” the fact that he won’t be keen on spending time with you goes unsaid, but you know what she’s hinting at. “also, i don’t think you find his face as infuriating as you say.”

“still. bakugou katsuki. he… told me to— agh—”

and you’re back to square one, where the very mention of bakugou katsuki has you confused out of your mind because you don’t know how to act around him.

perfect.

…

time passes quicker when you’re hoping for the opposite, you find out when the days go by faster than you can blink. there’s just a week left before you have to see bakugou again, and it makes you nervous every time you think about it. which is a lot of times.

you’ve not seen the class in a while, since everyone told you they have a ‘surprise.’ you know they’re aiming to outdo their previous performance at the festival, you’re rooting for them. but without one of your main sources of entertainment, things haven’t been eventful.

except the conversation you have with kaminari over text, because of course he somehow procured your contact information and of course he felt like he had to make amends.

maybe you were expecting it because you were already on edge from when bakugou confronted you, but kaminari doesn’t beat around the bush and gets straight to the matter, which is quite unlike the last time you both talked. that time.

“haven’t got the chance to check in w/ u in a while, we’ve been crazy busy! i hope u’ve been well >:D” shifts to “we’re good, right?” sooner than you’d like, and you’re left staring at your screen in shock as you try to think of an innocuous response that doesn’t give away your true emotions.

kaminari is too quick, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to think of a lie before the next ping distracts you, leaving you staring at the latest message in horror; “blame bakugou! he’s the one who told us you like him! i’m really sorry! :(”

it’s nice of him to apologise, but you really have other things to think about.

like how it’s bakugou katsuki himself who apparently thought you had a crush on him.

he knew.

he knows.

he knows he knows he knows—

no, no, he doesn’t know. he can’t. maybe he was just suspicious.

and on the off chance that he does know, then of course. he’s smart. you’re stupidly obvious. of course he’d figure out.

but he doesn’t seem to hate you. he was the one who approached you every time! when he asked you to turn your quirk off, when he supposedly instructed kaminari to ask you if you liked him, and when he told you to visit for the festival.

you like to think that he’s just too busy training to even realise that you like him. you hope that’s the case. you can always come clean and admit that yes, you really do like him. but there’s also your lame excuse of a pride that remembers the unreadable expression on his face when he’d heard you then, before promptly leaving, the door shut slamming shut behind him.

perhaps it’s not your pride, but guilt. you don’t want to be annoying and get in his way. there are too many things going on in his life already, why would you want to add on to all of that with your silly lies? the same logic applies to a confession too, argues the part of you that lives and breathes denial.

looking at it from another perspective, bakugou likes the attention and admiration. maybe it would’ve been for the best if you’d just admitted—

it’s too late now, so the most you can do is type out a hasty response to kaminari before he suspects your silence.

“it’s totally ok. we’re good :DD will see you guys soon!”

it’s purely to hold yourself accountable and not weasel your way out of the inevitable trip, but kaminari’s enthusiastic response manages to bring a smile to your face.

…

the evening before the grand day, you call uraraka up before the jitters can defeat you. she doesn’t react much other than humming and speaking a few encouraging statements while you lament over your luck and try to subtly ask her how bakugou has been doing.

“i’m sure he’s… excited.” you can practically feel the smile gracing her lips, and you know she’s having fun at your expense. when does she not?

you know she’s also having fun when she calls you a whiny complainer and says bakugou would probably blow up if he knew even a bit of it, and you – predictably – complain more, blaming her for meddling and bringing you to this point.

bakugou doesn’t need to know about your penchant for whining when things don’t go your way. you think he’s only ever seen you smiling and speaking politely with everyone, if he’s even been looking. that’s good, you don’t want him to find you bothersome. you’ve been doing your best to appear sophisticated around him.

…

no amount of complaining and whining could prepare you for when bakugou turns around and grabs at your wrist.

bakugou’s too close again—things are suddenly eventful.

“too damn slow, are you trying to get lost?” he grumbles as he pulls you through the throng of people, and you smile weakly, internally telling yourself to get your act together and not let on how frazzled you feel at that moment.

you don’t know whether it’s your own skin heating up under his touch, or if his quirk is responsible. for a moment, it reminds you of when he asked you if you’re using your quirk on him. it’s sudden enough that it makes you snort under your breath before you catch yourself. he gives you a quizzical look out of the corner of his eye, and you shrug, smiling lightly. that sates his curiosity, and he looks ahead again as he moves towards a predetermined destination.

it’s a lot easier to deal with his hand against yours after that. eventually, he lets go, and you find yourself missing the warmth for a moment.

the warmth completely leaves you when you find yourself in front of—

“a haunted house.”

“congrats. we’re going in. let’s see how shitty it is.”

you get the sinking suspicion that he plans to rip everyone’s confidence to shreds, and you don’t want to be around for that, but he doesn’t give you a chance to protest. you’re not supposed to be overstaying your welcome or overstepping your boundaries either, so you resign yourself to following him around quietly and perhaps apologising to his victims if he goes too far.

you’re his only victim.

you only make your way through a few scares before you get the scare.

bakugou katsuki promptly turns to you, glaring. you, being the genius that you are, take a step away from him. this continues till you’re best friends with the wall, and you try not to panic at the feeling of something slimy now clinging to your shoulder.

how can you, anyway? you’ve got bakugou staring at you with a contemplative look, almost as if he’s looking into your very soul.

“you talked to the idiot.”

“there are many idiots,” you mumble, knowing full well which idiot he’s referring to. you hope kaminari hasn’t tricked you yet again. did bakugou put him up to that conversation— there are too many things you don’t feel you have in yourself to think about.

something changes, then, and he lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. he seems agitated, almost awkward, and you wonder why.

“you piss me off.”

huh? is he talking about how much you get in his way and bother him and make things hard for him and—

“kirishima told me.”

…did another person figure out about your crush? kirishima’s always seemed really sweet, and you don’t think he’s the kind that would deliberately spill any secrets. it wouldn’t be manly, right?

“he told me i should apologise.”

“huh?” you really can’t hold it in. why is he the one apologising? shouldn’t you…? and why is he apologising by telling you that you piss him off?

“he said i shouldn’t have put you on the spot and then avoided you. dunno why he thinks he has any say in the matter but you know what i realised? maybe you think like that too. maybe you’re,” he spreads apart his fingers before making a fist and scowling at it, “hurt. and you really did avoid me after that.”

you don’t say anything, still stuck on how constipated he’d looked just moments ago. you’re not supposed to be amused right now.

“oi, say something. aren’t you gonna deny it?”

still nothing.

“say something before i leave this place without you.” your incredulity shows on your face, and he huffs, “what do you want?”

“i… i don’t need an apology… everything’s okay…” it’s not, but you don’t want him to look further into this. there’s no point. “i’m not hurt, bakugou. there’s no reason for you to apologise.”

“then why’re you still acting so jumpy? i told you, just forget about what the electric idiot said and go on merrily through life. i told him not to bring it up with you again.”

“he said you told them i like you.”

he mutters something under his breath, no doubt cursing his friend out after you throw him under the bus. but he doesn’t let it affect him, straightening up again as he looks at you.

“miscalculation,” he shrugs, “i told them to drop it after you said you didn’t.”

“you believe me?” you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but it slips out before you can stop yourself.

“no shit. you telling me you lied?”

you gulp. all of a sudden, the slimy wall is so interesting!

“stop avoiding my eyes, dammit!” bakugou comments, frustrated, and you inhale sharply.

“stop making me so nervous, then!”

uh oh. you shouldn’t have said that. it’s the game changer.

“i make you nervous?”

you don’t answer, hoping he drops it. he doesn’t, and he repeats the question. still, you can’t crumble just because he looks impatient, and you shrug non-committally. something tells you that the situation is steadily turning against you.

”hey, tell me. i make you nervous?” his grin is absolutely roguish as he waits for you to answer.

you still don’t speak, telling yourself that you won’t rise to the bait, you won’t respond to him because you’ve said way more than you needed to—

“weakling,” he sing-songs, and your jaw clenches.

“being nervous around someone isn’t necessarily a sign of weakness, bakugou. sometimes it’s also a sign of being wise.” there goes your plan.

“hah, are you saying that you’re wise for being nervous and avoiding me? what am i gonna do, eat you?”

“i don’t know, maybe executive some explosive murderous strategies?”

“i wouldn’t do that,” he spits out, running a hand through his hair. why is every pore of him screaming agitation? “it’s no fun defeating you when we’re not even competing.”

“oh really? then what’s your idea of fun?”

“when you tell me i make you nervous even though i’m not doing anything.”

“aren’t you supposed to be apologising to me?”

he snorts, “never. i only told you what some idiot thinks. but i can understand why you avoid me, i make you nervous after all.”

his self-satisfied laughter infuriates you, yet makes your own lips twitch.

he lets out a put-upon sigh, and scuffles the floor with his shoe.

“me too, dumbass.”

“huh?”

“you make me nervous too, idiot.”

“huh?”

face mere centimetres away from yours, he lowers his voice to a whisper, “i’ll only say this once, so keep your ears open if you want to know. i miscalculated. i thought you had a thing for me because you didn’t meet my damn eyes always gave pretty answers whenever you talked to me. but you didn’t. i was…” he gulps before clearing his throat, sounding far too aggressive in that moment before he practically grits out: “projecting. i was projecting because i’m apparently into you.”

you stare at him speechlessly. try as you might, you can’t think of a response. you don’t even know what he means by the last bit. surely he couldn’t mean…? why you, of all people? but you’re worried he might leave, his threat from earlier still rings clear. so you resign yourself into taking his words at face value and admitting the truth.

no, it’s not resignation. it’s the resolve you’ve been lacking for a while now, finally coming together after hearing that from bakugou. even if this is a cruel prank, you’ll survive. you just need to get it out before it consumes you and ends up being a what-if, years down the line.

“you may have projected, but it wasn’t a miscalculation. it’s… not entirely… unreciprocated. the feeling is mutual, you could say.”

it’s out now, and you’re alright. the ground doesn’t swallow you up, bakugou katsuki doesn’t blast you headfirst into slimy walls. nothing happens. the moment remains suspended in time, or perhaps time is suspended in that moment.

bakugou’s eyes narrow as he mulls over your words. he glares at you again. it’s muted.

“if it’s reciprocated, shouldn’t you be doing your best to cling to me every chance you get?”

him being reasonable and quiet puts you at ease. the words come out more easily.

“shouldn’t you have done the same?” he scoffs at your question, but doesn’t offer a response, so you continue, ”bakugou, you know why you avoided me, and i know why i avoided you. i didn’t want to get in your way. and i didn’t want anyone else to catch onto it.”

“was deku in on it?”

you know how he’ll respond if he knows midoriya had an inkling before him, so you hastily dispel the suspicion from his mind.

“you said you don’t know me well.”

“bakugou, you didn’t even remember me when we first met,” you reason with him, and he scowls. “it applies to both of us; we really don’t know each other enough.”

taking a deep breath, you continue, “as for the rest of it, i panicked. i admit i didn’t deal with the conversation as well as i should’ve, and some of the things that i said weren’t the nicest. i know it was hurtful even to kaminari, but i couldn’t help it.”

bakugou scoffs, “if anyone’s hurting, it’s only him. not that he has any reason to be.”

you wince as you’re reminded of the texts the boy sent you. now that you’re thinking clearly, you feel slightly bad for having been cold to him, and lied. but there are bigger matters at hand.

“you actually remember that conversation?”

“no shit, why else would i ask?”

“but… why? why do you remember it? that makes me feel a little guil–ty…” you trail off as sparks fly off his fingers, the explosion possibly unintentional. it allows you to see his face clearly in the dark, and the red tint to his ears surprises you. he’s glaring at the wall, not meeting your eyes, and your heart promptly melts.

“aw, bakugou, i didn’t know you cared—”

“shut the hell up!”

you wait for him to calm down as he sets off more explosions, but the smile on your face refuses to leave. he doesn’t seem to mind it either even as he glares at you, because there’s no harshness in his eyes.

“this doesn’t mean we’re dating,” he eventually declares, and you raise an eyebrow. “i won’t spend my time on things like that. we like each other, big deal.”

“i just said whatever you feel is not entirely unreciprocated. who says i like you?” you ask in a rare show of humour as you roll your eyes teasingly. sobering up, you nod slightly, “you could’ve worded it better, but i understand what you mean.” you hold up a hand to stop him from interrupting you. “don’t worry, i have no intention of getting in the way of something you’ve wanted practically your entire life, bakugou. it’d be stupid of me. and i know neither of us are ready for that level of commitment yet. it’s enough if we— you know…” you look at him pointedly, not wanting to utter the words. but it’s bakugou katsuki, and he’s run out of patience from after all the teasing you’ve subjected him to.

“it’s enough if we what—? tell me, i don’t know.” he leans in again, the petty side of him thriving. you’re starting to get used to his proximity; it’s what you tell yourself but you barely stop yourself from averting your eyes.

“i’m just saying it’s enough if we like each other. we can get to know each other slowly and that’s it. we don’t need to jump into something that has a low success rate in the first place.” he gives you an incredulous stare, and you elaborate, whistling, “high school flings are mostly just flings, bakugou.” it’s not the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie.

he makes a face at you. eventually, he exhales.

“so? you like me? can i ‘pass it off’ as that?”

“will you ever let that go?” you groan, and he only responds with a cocky tilt to his lips. “yes, i like you. i wonder why i do,” you huff. “why’d you bring me to a haunted house of all places?”

“so you could get scared and beg me to save you.”

(you make a note to yourself to tell uraraka later that it wasn’t a date. but truthfully, you’re not disappointed about that.)

you stare at him, unamused. “you scare me much more than any haunted house could.”

“then stop getting scared!”

from the way his face is angled away from yours, you’d almost think he’s pouting. your eyes move between his face and the steam—

you wait for his hand to stop steaming before reaching forward and taking hold of it.

you give him a wry smile.

he returns the gesture with the same wild eyes and disarming grin that first drew you to him.

…

word got out that someone had been threatening a visitor in the haunted house. bakugou’s friends are convinced that you both had another fallout—kaminari is too scared to even look in your direction. good for you, because he misses every time you and bakugou lock eyes.

you frequently find yourself stifling laughter.

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Okay, Moon anon was able to contact me and I'm gonna post their chapters 3-6 here.

Daniel and YN 3 🌗🌗

Rainy days are crazy. Some of YN’s best and worst memories were on a rainy day. It was a rainy day when Daniel was born. His parents overjoyed when he decided to join the world early. The Sunny morning turned rainy when they saw something was wrong. The sky was so dark when the doctored explained that their baby didn’t get enough oxygen in the womb or when he came out. That his brain was impacted by the trauma. It took four years for Daniel’s mother to stop blaming herself, four years for her to understand that she couldn’t have known that something was wrong in her womb. Four years when they had their second child. It was a rainy day when YN and Daniel got lost. Holding each other’s hand, tightly they wandered the Kamino Ward. Hoping that their parents would be right down an alley or around the corner. That was a terrible 6th birthday for YN. The steps Daniel left in the dirt started to get deeper and more burnt. The boy slightly started to tremble. “Daniel.. it’s gonna be ok. Momma and Pop are going to find us we just have to-“ “Are you two lost?” A very tall man in a black suit asked. YN couldn’t remember his face, but his voice was eerily calm and smoothe. His head had snow white hair on it. A look at him would’ve left even the hero All Might scared. “ye…Yes. My brother and I can’t find our parents..” “Oh dear. Well I can help you. They couldn’t have gotten far.” He held his hand to Daniel. And he almost took it had YN not stepped in. “We’re not supposed to touch strangers.” “Oh yes, that’s a very good rule. Well my name is.. Shigaraki. Now what are yours?” “…yn.. and daniel..” “Now we aren’t strangers. Let’s get you two somewhere safe. Your brother’s quirk might level the neighborho-“ “YN! DANIEL!” The relieved voice of their father shouted out. And the two quickly turned away, toward his calls and open arms. Tears running down their faces, swearing to never wander off again. The day was saved. When YN went to turn to Mr Shigaraki to tell him it was fine, he had disappeared into the crowd. But one question lingered in her head. How did he know Daniel’s quirk could be dangerous? It was a sunny day at first when YN and Daniel went out to the park for their Day out. YN had already planned to tell her parents that she wanted to come back here for her 12th birthday in a few months. Daniel kept over-stimulating himself with every single thing that caught his eyes. The anthill, the trees, the way the wind carried the leaves, when he and YN jumped around over the hopscotch drawings. When the rain came down they didn’t want to leave. They wanted to splash in the wetness like a couple of ducks. But Momma was insistent it was time to go back to the apartment. Inside the car YN immediately put on her headphones to listen to nightcore covers of popular songs. It wasn’t until she noticed her mom’s terrified expression and felt her dad’s fear did she take them off. “-I DONT KNOW ITS NOT BREAKING!” “WE’RE GOING RIGHT INTO TRAFFIC! DO SOMETHING!” “..momma?..” “DANIEL! YN GET DOWN!” That was the last thing her mother said to her. The rain hit the car harder. Daniel was quick to cover his little sister as the car swerved towards a large truck. YN felt her brother shield over their bodies. The last thing she heard from her father was a yell. Before they crashed into the truck. Before YN and Daniel were flung out into the side of the road. Scratches beginning to litter their arms and cheeks. YN felt the rain on her face as she tried looking up. Tried finding her parents. It was a rainy day when the last image of her parents was the crushed front end of the car. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN 4 🌗🌗

The incident at the cafe left a bigger mess then was intended. Of course the waitress didn’t say a word about who caused the mess, still terrified of the threat, but the manager still called the police. At the moment it was being investigated as a break in. It wasn’t until they started to bag the broken vases as evidence did they think to call a hero as they believed this was a terrorist villain trying to strike more fear. When the first cop touch the broken vases he immediately fell over and started seizing. Like someone had sent hundreds of volts up through his gloved fingers and into his blood stream. The second cop tried picking up the glass with prongs so that she wouldn’t get the same effect. But she still felt some pain and volts. Even the glass windows were giving off static. When they were examined no one could find a point of impact. It was almost like they spontaneously exploded. Worse and more confusing yet was the fact that the material seemed to give off radiation spikes. From a computer screen image, it was like a red glow was emanated from the glass. When the police tried to check the cameras, all the footage was either ruined, too melted to gather anything. It left them in a stump. So they had to make a plea to the hero society to get fresh eyes and help on the case. Not expecting any big response. Some heroes wanted to solve the mystery because it stumped them as well. This quirk residue was something unseen before. Calls and emails were left. All saying they would look into it. And it seemed like this would just be a mysterious case left forgotten. That is until the All Might showed up in the station one morning. Along with his protege Deku. They said they wanted to solve the case because if this person left such a dangerous residue after using their quirk, then they were a danger to themselves and others. No on saw the real intentions in their eyes. When they asked about the only other patron in the cafe the police said that they tried tracking them down, but they were gone into the wind. The only other patron at the cafe made their way into a compound. Holding treats meant for a little girl. But first he had to make a stop at his boss’s office. “Hey.. Kai. You won’t believe what Just saw.” Meanwhile in the station two separate rats made calls to two separate people. “Put me through to Shigaraki…. Hello. I have something interesting to tell you. Something that might please you and your Sensei.” “Oh hey there Aizawa. Detective Tsukauchi here. Look I you know about that cafe destruction a week ago? Yea well I think you outta here about this.” Indeed the cafe incident left a bigger mess than intended. 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 5 🌗🌗

They’d been gone for at least two months. YN’s feet hurt and Daniel missed his own bed. But they had to keep going, with no intended final destination but a goal to keep away from the previous home they ran from. After the morning at the cafe, YN and Daniel had kept to the shadows for the rest of the day. But they couldn’t keep going like this. They needed to eat today but not at a restaurant. There was only one dreaded… dreaded option. The grocery store. So after they checked in at the latest motel with kitchens in the rooms, the siblings ventured off to the store.YN couldn’t leave Daniel alone yet. He’d panic and probably have a fit. The store was minimally packed. Since it was still early in the day it seemed like they would zip in and out with relative ease. After grabbing the bare essentials, and what she could pack in a backpack without much drag, it was time to go to the candy aisle. It was a long journey thus far, a journey deserving of some sour candies. But of course there had to be another person there. Invading space and looking right at her favorites. She wanted to just grab and go. But her hand and the stranger's hand touched as they reached for the same one. “Sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going heh..” The tall redhead said. A small blush on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s fine. Lemme just grab and go here.” She looked back for Daniel, luckily he was close by staring at the varieties of pocky they had. Turning back she noticed his uniform. UA, that might prove to be a complication. But YN was desperate for some kind words and a brief moment to talk to someone her own age. “So you go to UA? Are you a general student or a hero course student?” “Oh hero course definitely! I even have my hero name chosen!” “Wow that’s great. I hope in a few years I get to be saved by…?” “Red Riot!” “Like Crimson Riot?” “Exactly! I really admire him and I hope I live up to his-“ “OI SH**TY HAIR! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE! GRAB YOUR CRAP AND LET’S GO!” A blonde kid shouted down the aisle, also wearing a UA outfit. YN couldn’t place why but she felt like she’d known him before. That volume felt very familiar, but it startled her brother who jumped in fear causing the pocky he saw to fall off the shelving. Time to go now. “I should go anyway. It was nice meeting you.” “Wait, we could walk you and your brother to your school if you guys want?” “We have to go.” The blonde got closer and she could tell something was perpetually up his ass. “Bye.” “Wait! My name’s Eijiro Kirishima. What’s yours?” “YN. Just YN. That’s my brother Daniel.” And before he or his companion could ask anything else the two siblings fast walked toward the checkout and were out the door before they got another chance to talk to them. “YN… huh she was pretty cool right bakubro!” “What ever. Let’s get going before we show up after Deku.” But that name was familiar to him. The girl had long since faded from his mind, but how could anyone forget the day when a quirkless kid tried bashing your head into the dirt. He planned on apologizing the next day for his comments but she was gone. Gone and almost forgotten. It could be possible that this was just someone who shared the same name. But maybe.. possibly.. the universe was giving him the chance to apologize. “YN.” 🌗🌗

Daniel and YN part 6 🌗🌗

YN never really liked her neighbors. She never outright loathed them, but she was uncomfortable with how Inko kept trying to be her mother, and how Izuku had this strange obsessive stare when he looked at her. As long as they stayed in their apartment and never bothered them it would all be fine. But their parents couldn’t watch them all the time. So on days when momma and pop went out Miss Midoryia would graciously watch them. YN never liked pity. So when Miss Midoryia tried to pity and feel sorry about YN’s quirkless status, that just made her dig her heels in longer. She didn’t need people to fuss over her like she was a glass doll. At least with Izuku she could’ve had a companion. She did try to get along with him. But he was so weird. Just because they both were quirkless didn’t mean they’d would be close. “So why are you homeschooled?” “I get into fights.” “Why?” “Because people are mean and they think they’ll have no consequences to their words. I proved them wrong.” “Were they mean because you’re quirkless or because Daniel is… different?” Now obviously he didn’t mean any harm by that. But an emotional 10 year old girl is not someone to mess with. So with a sharp glare to his face the conversation quickly died. In the dining room, Daniel would usually be coloring. Or playing with his legos. Something to stim and distract his mind. Sometimes he’d just pull out a old painting his dad got him, and he’d spend hours looking at the strokes and would mentally add a new feature. Twirling the hair on his head whilst sucking/biting his thumb. “Daniel? Would you like some water?” “No miss. I want momma.” “I know sweetie but she won’t be gone forever. And you call me Inko” Though she’d prefer him to call her something more affectionate. Throughout the night Inko kept trying to mother them. She hovered over YN’s neck and tried petting her head which resulted in a swipe from the little girl. By the time YN’s parents got back, she was relieved and spent the rest of the night complaining to her mom about how she didn’t want to go over to the neighbors anymore and how she felt uncomfortable. Across the hall the two greenettes were enamored with the two kids. Inko adored how sweet Daniel was, how shy he looked to her. Izuku was star struck at this girl without a quirk who was so quick to fight against the norms put in place by a society against them. They'd soon make it a habit to try to talk to the family in the hall, or bump into them on the street. One day, after the family had been gone for a couple weeks, they saw the two with several police officers and a social worker packing away all their belongings. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something terrible had happened. When Inko offered to watch them, the social worker confirmed the worst and took the children away. Three weeks later, as her son was at school Inko kept trying to find the legal way for her to gain custody of the kids when her door was knocked. Her husband, AFO, on the other side. She tried telling him to go away. Tried saying that he had no part in Izuku’s life anymore. But he had a bigger role than known. “How can you be so cruel my love? Especially now that I’ve opened the door for you to gain what you want?” “What do you mean?” “I’ll help you gain custody of the two children you are craving. I happen to have a fascination with them as well.” “I can’t ever guarantee that we’ll be a whole family ever again.” “Of course not. I wouldn’t expect you to. But let’s try something for now.” So Inko made a deal with the devil, to gain two angels. 🌗🌗

Now that AFO is in the story, I'm like so excited! Great work, Moon anon!

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Painful Stings & Sweet Apologies

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: Rage fueled by failure, Izuku finds comfort in a bar, only to come home to a broken promise and a furious darling. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

WARNINGS!: blood, violence, alcohol (Izuku under the influence)

Category: Angst, one-sided fluff

Word Count: 9k+

A/N: This is my first yandere fic! I’m nervous as hell, I have no idea if I got this right lol. Though I did spend months perfecting it to the best of my abilities! Hope you enjoy~

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

It’s Friday

It’s cold and rainy (naturally--)

Izuku’s bedroom has a walk in closet and a bathroom

the kitchen is off-limits

THIS IS A YANDERE FIC!

Izuku is an obsessive yandere~

Cold, burning liquid rushed down the male’s throat as he gulped at the drink within the short glass.

Whiskey, or more specifically - a Jack Daniels, the honey-brown alcohol that delivered a bitter slap to all those who drank its refreshing nectar.

It wasn’t his usual drink, and certainly not one he’d ever guzzle like a parched beast.

Hell, who in their right mind would do that? Even with a single sip, it left your chest burning with its heat.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

Or, more of, self-loathing times call for a quick, one-way ticket to Forget-Me Ville and Cringe Island.

The bar he sat at was lively, filled with drunken laughter and slurred speeches of men and women who have been out for far too long.

But it was Friday night, so who cared?

A rainy, cold, sucky, depressing Friday night, one of which his friends tried to make a bit better by taking the pissed off, green-haired hero out for drinks.

They certainly hadn’t expected Izuku, an innocent little guy who couldn’t handle his liquor for shit, to shoot down an entire glass of whiskey.

At first, he ordered a simple beer - a starter drink if you will.

It didn’t take but ten minutes for him to gulp that glass down, and he was onto his next drink - a sangria wine cooler. His typical drink. He always was more of a fruity guy, after all, preferring the sweet tang over the bitter bite.

But as the night raged on, and so did his inner turmoil, he kept ordering stronger and stronger drinks, until he got to the whiskey. You could say he lost his sense of reason a while ago.

He was still seething with rage, not as much as before but the mixture of anger and frustration swirled hotly with the alcohol pumping through his veins and sitting in his belly.

You could say it was keeping him warm in this lifeless atmosphere.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t think of you, his precious little darling. He could barely think straight, mind occupied with too many thoughts to be able to understand any of them. It was all a garbled mess, one he chose to ignore.

Was that a good or a bad thing? He’d find out later.

But for now?

He needed another drink.

In the beginning, this Friday seemed like it was going to be one of the best he’ll ever have.

For months this pro hero has been working alongside detectives with catching a murderous villain known by the name “Ghoul.”

They were sick and twisted, their motives unknown, their trail hard to tract.

He had only one encounter with them, but he was too late to catch them.

That’s the day he was brought in to help aid the case.

But, that day haunted him for weeks. He knew that if he had arrived at the bloody scene sooner, he could have captured that cannibalistic fuck, brought justice to those who had already died by their mangy hands.. and prevented the deaths that would ensue after.

He’d known horrible villains before, but this one was different. Their teeth were sharp, blood permanently stained their clothes, and they gave off a wolfish vibe. Yes, a hunter. One who tore flesh from human bones and munched on it until someone screamed in terror for help.

For months he helped gather intel, piece puzzle pieces together, aid with location predictions and stakeout missions, until finally - they found that bastard.

It was more of a hunch than anything really, that Ghoul would show up to that site.

Ghoul, while hard to track, left a pattern in their wake. They avoided certain areas, thrived where the poor were at their weakest. The murders always seemed to happen at the exact same time behind run-down fast-food restaurants.

It was unclear if the sicko liked a hearty human meal with their victims own stomachs filled with greasy, fattening food, or if it was just convenient to them, either way - the perp was too damn sloppy.

To regular ol’ police personnel, the murders would just always happen there, behind restaurants.

But after Deku’s team began tracking where each and every murder occurred, it was quite easy to tell they were drawing, funnily enough, a circle around the city’s map.

It was stupid, childish, and downright idiotic, but damn if that didn’t lead the team to find the cold-blooded killer.

Adrenaline and pure hatred for the villain fueled Deku’s onslaught of attacks, each seemingly more powerful and less calculated. His mind was muddled.

He was filled with rage, finally being able to see the shitty excuse of a human again, but it affected his movements. He was being hasty, careless, not his usual calculated self.

And that’s what brought him his demise.

His shoulder was harshly bitten, razor-sharp teeth tearing through the fabric of his suit and shredding up the skin on his shoulder. Their quirk pumped through his blood instantly, making him collapse onto his knees, paralyzed. He hissed in pain as the sickeningly warm liquid flowed down his arm, unable to stop himself from face planting onto the dirty gravel of the alleyway.

He had lost, and Ghoul got away.

He still remembers it, after all, it was only hours ago that it happened.

The sun had long since set, the crescent moon hung high in the sky as her stars shimmered around her. His wound was stitched up and healed by doctors, leaving only a bitter scar to remind him of his failure.

He failed not only himself but those who counted on him.

God, he sucked.

And so, he ordered another drink.

He wanted to forget. He didn’t want to feel the failure sting at his fragile heart anymore.

It was too much to take.

What type of hero let the villain get away, knowing full well that they would kill again?

They couldn’t track Ghoul’s trail anymore, for the circle had been completed - and they were left with nothing with the numbing feeling of brutal loss.

Hours blurred together as his mind went hazy. His speech slurred together, dull, green eyes unfocused and mouth blabbering out nonsense to his friends that he couldn’t even really hear. It just- came out.

Soon enough, he was being dragged out of the bar by his annoyingly sober friends.

The night had gotten colder since they first entered the warm bar, rain pelted down like freezing bullets flying from a machine gun. A dirty old awning kept them dry as they stood still at the front of the bars entrance, the loud music bouncing off the walls inside echoed down the empty streets.

Heavy streams of salty rainwater poured off the edge of the awning, splattering down into a mud puddle that emptied into the sewer grate below.

Who doesnt love the musty stench of rain on asphalt?

Hell, the smell itself, combined with the strong yet savory scent of the Korean barbeque joint across the street was enough to make him nauseous. He had drank far too much, and his stomach was suffering the consequences. He should have eaten more before drinking. How foolish.

“It’s pretty late, you should head home.” Reasoned his best friend, Todoroki, puffs of condensation leaving his mouth as the warm breath met cold air, pressing a freezing hand to the back of the freckled boy's sweaty neck to jolt his drowsy, drunken self into a more alert state. Nothing but time could sober you up, but damn if that hand didn’t help slap some energy into him.

“Yeaahh, ye-yeahhh.. I gooht you Todooroe.” God, he sounded like someone high on anesthesia after being awoken from a surgery - which he definitely would be able to compare this experience to. Being a hero meant at least a few surgeries a year. Comes with the job.

Plus, this wasn’t the first time he’s been drunk.

He sure as hell hated the aftermath, but some nights it felt as if the hot burn of alcohol was the only thing that could keep him sane.

This was just one of those nights - or perhaps it was multiple nights slammed into one from just how stupidly drunk he was. The world was blurred, and Izuku doubted he could even walk straight at this point.

The half and half hero waved down a stray taxi, street water splashing up onto the sidewalk as the yellow vehicle came to a screeching halt.

“Get home safe.” Todoroki sighed out his nose at seeing his friends out-of-it state, helping the giddy and jelly-like hero into the back seat.

Izuku pouted, grabby hands clinging onto his friend's shirt in protest.

With a half-hearted chuckle, Todoroki pried himself free from his grip, handing the cab driver more than enough yen to get the drunk boy home.

He gave the taxi driver an address, and soon the car was rolling off down the street, Izukus flushed face pressed against the cold, fogging glass and staring with eyes full of tears at his friend.

Though, it seemed as if he had forgotten a promise he made to someone very important to him. Someone who he devoted his entire life to.

Someone who he risked everything for.

You.

His princess who had been locked in a small, dark room all day, wrists tightly cuffed to loose chains on the wall. The only light provided was a rusty oil lamp Izuku had gotten at a yard sale one day. The flame was dull, and left the room covered in shadows.

The tile below was as cold as it had been since the morning when Izuku had forcefully chained you there for misbehaving the night before.

You had deserved this punishment for disobeying him.

That’s what he tried to convince, anyway.

He was only trying to keep you safe! He hated punishing you, hated the way you thrashed and screamed at him in protest - that only meant he had to be rougher with you. You had broken into the most dangerous room in the apartment, afterall.

The kitchen.

There were far too many harmful objects in there!

Knives that could slice your delicate skin to shreds, forks that could jab into your body, hot stoves that could leave you with a nasty burn, and canned food stored too high up on the shelf that could fall and hit your head.. It was for your protection that the kitchen was off-limits to you!

Plus, Izuku, your oh-so kind and sweet boyfriend, had no problem with cooking you meals to eat together. In fact, he loved it!

He felt accomplished whenever you'd hum in approval at his cooking, or even turned on if that slutty mouth of yours just so happened to moan around your utensil.

Those were the nights dinner was forgotten.

But you had been foolish, entering the kitchen for a midnight snack whilst Izuku was out on patrol. Your sneaky little self thought you were clever, leaving no trace of your betrayal.

Until you were awoken hours later by a green glow, blood running cold as a pair of murderous neon eyes stared into yours.

It had to be one of the scariest sights to date.

His pupils were shrunk, green electricity buzzing around his large body. He hovered over your trembling body, a wrapper in between his two gloved fingers.

He was so close, your noses brushed together.

You swore he could see into your soul, as well as see the fear in your (E/C) eyes.

“What is this, (Y/N)?” He had asked innocently, hurt coating his words.

“I-” you wanted to make an excuse, protest, say it wasn’t yours, but every single letter died on your tongue as his face pressed closer, a sadistic smile overtaking his features.

“You didn’t.. You didn’t go into the kitchen, did you?”

His hot, minty breath blew all over your face as he spoke, and you shriveled back in fear as insanity crossed his expression in that way you were far too familiar with.

The giggles bubbled in his throat as he tried to fight logic with delusion, “It wasn’t you, right? Someone broke in, didn’t they? You wouldn’t break my trust, would you?”

His voice was cracking, fingers digging into the flesh of the bed beneath you as his eye began to twitch.

He stared down at you, curly green hair brushing against the sides of your face, waiting far too long for an answer he would never get. His bottom lip wobbled, feat tears welling up in his eyes and falling onto your pale cheeks as his body shook with anger and sadness.

He was already stressed about the following mornings mission, and to come home to his princess betraying his trust was not something he enjoyed.

And so, you were punished.

But he had promised you wouldnt be locked in there for long, he knew how you feared the dark. He had conditioned you to fear it, after all. It was his greatest accomplishment.

You were always so willing to cuddle into him when the lights were off.

A few hours turned into nearly an entire day, the only indication you had of this was past experiences, skin around your wrists rubbed raw from the metal cuffs, and the unusual sting of your ass and bare legs burning from the freezing tile beneath you.

That was the least of your worries, though.

Worst of all - the flame, which was holding you together and keeping you from crying out for help to those who might hear you in this soundproof room, which would no doubt get you a harsher punishment, was about to die out.

That flame, albeit small, was your only hope of surviving this.

Izuku was typically a very reliable person, it was strange for him to not keep his word to you. He devoted his being to you, worshipped the ground you regrettably walked upon, why would he break his own promise?

The thought of being trapped in the dark, the echo of your chains taunting your delirious mind had you close to tears. You didn’t want to be alone here anymore.

You watched in horror as the flame got smaller and smaller, tears now rolling down your cheeks as you pleaded under your breath for it to last longer.

The air vents around you provided enough oxygen for it to survive, but that damn oil..

Where was he?!

Suddenly, the door to his apartment flew open, giggles seeping through the house and teasing your ears.

Then, there was no more light.

A screech tore from your throat, a desperate call of his name as you thrashed around, tears pouring from your eyes.

You felt as if you couldnt breathe as your head whipped around the space, desperate for more air and light as your lungs seemed to scream.

You couldnt feel the cold chill of the floor anymore, body numb as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

What was in the dark?

How big was this space again?

Rather, how small was it?

What was that noise?

Did something just touch you?

There was wind, there was wind, no. A cold chill?

Oh god what was that-

Loud, clumsy footsteps made their way closer and closer to the locked metal door. You sobbed as your heard the jingle of keys, metal scraping against metal as he fumbled with inserting them into the lock.

Until finally, you were basked in the honey-dew glow of the bedroom.

You fought to control your breathing as he dropped to his knees, taking far too long for your liking to get the cuffs off.

But at least now you know why he took so god damn long.

You could smell the putrid miasma of alcohol wafting off him the moment he stepped into the darkroom, tainted with the salty effluvium of rainwater as it dripped onto your skin from his damp, messy hair.

Rage bubbled inside you as he giggled once more at your tear-stained cheeks, “D-did yoou miss mee?” He slurred, a giddy smile on his face as the stale stench of what he had been drinking all night circled around your head like a rotten wreath.

Instead of answering, like you knew you should have, you turned your head towards the door, soaking in the light you were previously deprived of. Even if it was just a mere minute.

At your silence, his smile quickly turned into a frown. Big, forestry green eyes welled up with sadness, bottom lip trembling, “(Y-Y/N)?” He couldnt help but reach out, scarred fingers wishing to wipe away those stray tears from your face.

You missed him.

That’s why you were crying, surely.

He wanted to comfort you, say that he was there now and that you could both cuddle until twinkling dawn.

You weren’t alone anymore.

He was all you needed, and he was right beside you.

He’ll always be there for you, and you’ll always be there for him.

Because you love each other.

“D-Don’t cry-”

His cold hand was smacked away, and his usually sturdy body was shoved back so that you could scramble out of the freezing closet.

You needed space.

More room to breath.

To be on flooring that didnt feel like ice cutting into your flesh.

Hell, you were sure the skin that had the unholy misfortune of touching the floor were burned red at this point from how long you had to sit there.

Not to mention your poor wrists, you couldnt even bear the sight of them being so raw. You were pretty sure they would bleed if you even touched them. Your body was screaming in pain, stomach growing for food, mouth parched from not being given water so that you wouldnt make a mess on the floor.

You were weak, shaking, and afraid.

That bastard had the gall to say not to cry, to look concerned when he knew damn well how much you absolutely despised the dark.

At first it was a childish fear, but the moment he snatched you from your regular life, that fear became a reality. There were countless nights you’d be punished by being left alone in the dark.

He didnt want to hurt you, no, and he never has, but damn if he hasnt conditioned you to be afraid.

Storms were the worst.

What was once a peaceful white noise turned into a terrifying nightmare once the moon rose in the sky.

There were times you were locked in that closet during violent storms, screaming and begging to be let out.

Sometimes you were, other times you werent as lucky.

Though it was only raining right now, each pitter-patter of the droplets against the window or balcony made hairs on your neck stand up. The sound was previously muted in the closet, but now it was hitting you like a freight train on a track that never seemed to end.

You heard him scramble to his feet as you wiped your tears away, the creak of the floorboards as he stumbled towards you.

A subtle bang made you jump, his foot no doubt hitting the chest at the end of your bed. Everso the clumsy one, even in an illuminated room.

Suddenly, he was right behind you, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as his head dropped to your shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against your neck.

Perhaps it would have been pleasant, comforting, even, if he wasnt soaked to the bone. The cold water from his dark grey, long-sleeved sweater was now seeping into your own thin clothes, freezing wet hair sending shivers down your spine and it presses against your heated, sensitive skin. Some drops even went down your back, ripping a gasp from you.

This wasnt comforting at all.

This was suffocating.

You squirmed in his grasp, desperate to get the hell away from him.

You were already pissed, and him wrapping around you and squeezing you tight like a snake to its prey was the cherry on top of your disastrous sundae.

With a grunt, you used the rest of what little strength you had left to rip yourself free from his ‘hug,’ nearly tripping on your own two feet as you rushed away from him.

He pouted at you as you shoved yourself into a corner of the room, finding comfort in being able to see all around you, no surprise attacks from behind, only what was in front of you.

Your breath was heavy as you glared at him, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching.

Truly, you had some nerve.

But it was hard to help it.

He broke a promise.

He never does that, and yet in your time of need- he wasn’t there for you.

For once.

He knew damn well you were locked up, scared shitless, expecting him to return home in a few short hours, yet here he is - looking absolutely clueless as to why you were suddenly so angry at him.

Tears streamed down his drunkenly flushed cheeks, hurt by how you shoved him away again.

All he wanted to do was snuggle you, his body exhausted yet numbed by the alcohol still burning in his tummy.

“Where..” you started, voice low, scratchy, and dripping with venom that reached deaf ears. “Where have you been!”

Just as he was about to open that mouth of his, no doubt about babble nearly incoherently - form logical excuses with evidence to back him up, say he lost track of time which you know damn well he never did, you shut him up.

You hated dealing with him when he was drunk, hell - you hated dealing with his obsessive ass most days.

But drunk? Drunk he got worse. He was clingy, more emotional, and worst of all? He didn’t have a filter.

He always managed to hide those more sinister desires under that sweet mask of his - until alcohol brought it out.

God, the smell of it made you sick to your stomach, but luckily you didn't have any food to throw up.

No thanks to him.

“What the fuck, Midoriya?!” You leered at him, noticing quickly the way his eyes darkened in that way they always did when you referred to him by his family name - the name he hated being called by you of all people.

“I’ve been trapped in that room all goddamn day! You said it’d be a few hours? What the hell happened to that! Look at the fucking time! Nine hours! Nine hours I’ve been stuck in my own personal hell! I can’t feel my fucking legs because of you!”

“I-” he attempted to start, the firm grip he had on his sanity quickly loosening with every shout you threw at him.

You cut him off, again, pent up rage now overtaking your sense of reason and fear, “What the hell happened?! You know what! I don’t even care! Not only did you,” You pointed a trembling finger at his stilled body, “break a promise! Something you swore you would never fucking do, you also had the nerve at laugh at me as I was trembling in fear!”

You looked like a mess, body shaking and bent over itself, one arm clutched around your waist as if to hold yourself together as that accusing finger stayed trained on him. Your hair was messy, frizzy, soaked with sweat and oily as hell from being denied a shower. Your clothes, thin and girly - much to your utter distaste, but to his satisfaction - now damp thanks to his carelessness.

All of this was because of him.

It always was.

Every single thing that went wrong in your life always seemed to be because of him nowadays.

You couldnt believe you let yourself fall for that misleading smile all those years ago, only to end up like this.

A mouse in a lions den.

But hell if that would stop you from squeaking your heart out till his razor-sharp claws ultimately caged you back in.

“Do you see my wrists?!” with a strangled sob, you held up both of your arms to show him the mess he already knew was his fault, “look at them! They hurt so fucking much because you left me in those disgusting handcuffs! This is all your fault!”

Your knees were wobbling so bad you swore your legs would give out at any second, but you’d be damned if you didnt hold your ground to this lunatic.

True, some days he was nice, normal, even. But days like these, or days much worse, you were reminded of just who he really was.

A monster was stretching it. He never intentionally tried to hurt you, your friends, or even your family.

No, he just stole you from your apartment in the dead of night, convinced the reason you were crying was because of the thunderstorm and not because some psycho snatched you from your window like some sort of 1970’s movie trope. That night he cradled your thrashing body to his hard chest with his strong arms, cooing at you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you begged to be let go. You were just scared of the storm~ He would keep you safe~ He is the number one hero, afterall~

That was all utter bullshit, straight from the beginning.

And even now he was still wrapped in the delusion that you loved him as much as he loved you.

A fated pair.

Please.

But you still held on to the pathetic hope that one day he’d snap out of it, return to the Izuku you knew from the beginning and not the person who now stood a few feet in front of you, staring with cold, emotionless eyes.

“I’m sorry.” he says impassively, face as blank as a new canvas - unreadable and dangerous in every way imaginable. It was hard not to feel as if he was just waiting to strike, already calculating his next moves like he always seemed to do. It was far easier to deal with an angry Izuku than one where you couldn’t read his already complex emotions, thoughts, anything. He was the definition of expressive, and it truly took a fuckin bullet to the back of his head for him to be like this.

So clearly, you hit a nerve.

Wonderful.

“Oh?” Despite knowing the implications of the situation you found yourself in, it was impossible not to laugh at such a pathetic fucking apology.

Knowing him, he probably was sorry, deep down inside. You knew he didn’t like seeing you hurt, especially if it was because of his doing, and yet- you pressed on.

Pent up anger was a nasty thing to deal with, especially since it’s been brewing inside you for so long.

“Are you now? You don’t fucking seem sorry! If you were really sorry, you wouldnt have done it! But look where we are! You’re such a fucking-!”

“Shut up.” he growls out borderline maliciously, stumbling slightly as he turns to walk out the door. He was clearly fed up, his strong hands clenched into threatening fists, but so were you. Even if you were undeniably frightened to confront him, you wouldn't let that stop you from pushing yourself off the wall - your safe space - and wobbling after him.

“Look at you! You can’t even walk right! How drunk are you, huh? Washing away your feelings again, are you? What about my feelings! Huh?!”

You were pushing it.

You really were.

The entire house felt it, the air chillingly still as Izuku had to grind his teeth together so as to not lash out at you.

He didn’t want to.

That was the last thing he wanted to do, but all that stress and self-hatred previously washed away was coming back up to the burning surface that cages his discretion.

Heavy breaths blew out his nostrils as he made his way to the living room, desperate for you to get the hint from his hunched over body that he wanted you to fuck off.

Yeah, he messed up, deep down he knew he did but currently his mind was far too clogged to even begin to comprehend it.

You were like an annoying mosquito, your words morphing into a persistent buzz.

He was ignoring you, and that made you livid.

He always ignored you when your problems were deemed irrelevant, or when he found you were being far too vexatious.

He always did this, always.

You were trapped in a cell with some asshole who didn't even want to listen to you.

Obviously, you had enough.

Typically you’d back off, go fume in another room or punch the wall till the skin around your knuckles tore open and dripped blood everywhere, making him snap out of whatever state he was in just to suffocate you in his toxic love.

Oh how life proved to be full of surprises.

A low growl of your own slithered passed your teeth, eyes practically burning red as if you prayed you had a quirk that could do something against him.

“You’re a selfish bastard! You fucking piss-poor excuse of a hero-!”

SLAP!

A shrill scream tore from your raw throat, the echo of skin burning against skin dizzying you as you were thrown back onto the floor.

Boiling hot tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out of pure fear, body shaking uncontrollably and you shuffled backward, desperate to get yourself as far away from him as you could currently manage.

It had all happened so fast, you didn't even have time to register it as it occurred.

One moment his hands were gripping the back of the couch with such strength you could see his knuckles turn a ghostly white, and the next, crackling, neon-green lightning surrounded his body, illuminating the dim apartment in a slimy glow. Before you even had a chance to register just what happened, he whipped his head around, his eyes, typically blown wide with sickening love and sparkling under delusional illusions, were narrowed and glowing in a way that sent shivers of immense regret down your spine. His arm whipped back with his hand, the very hand that delivered a painfully paralyzing slap.

He always spoke with his hands, and you just happened to be too close to him at that moment.

The reddended skin of your cheek burned, and you swore you could feel more than just tears streaming down it.

You were stuck shaking on the floor, imaginary bile rising in your throat, and all you could do was stare at him with wide, bloodshot and terrified eyes.

He had never laid a hand on you like that before, you didnt know what to think.

He always promised to do you no intentional harm, to never lay a finger on you with intentions of making you cry out in pain.

He had never acted so feral and out of line before.

It.. it scared you in a way you never felt before.

The gap between you grew, you really were just a mouse trembling in a lion's den.

“P-princess-” he shakily called out, voice weak and uneven, quirk diminishing into thin air like it never was there in the first place.

His own eyes were wide and filled with immense regret, tears already pouring down his flushed, freckled face.

He took one step forward, and you scrambled back, hand coming up to touch at your cheek, shock making you feel faint at the sight of blood coating your trembling fingertips.

You felt sick once again, empty stomach feeling as if it was collapsing in on itself to push even the tiniest bit of nonexistent food out.

You didnt know what to do.

Choking on your own sobs, you tried desperately to shuffle away from him, but he only came closer.

You cried out the moment he dove at you, your hands clasped together tightening against your chest as if to hold yourself together as this bear of a man wraps his arms cold, soaked arms protectively around you, his large shoulders violently shaking as he buried his snotty, tear stained face deep into your unruly tresses.

The stench of alcohol burned your nostrils, edging you on to try and push his heavy chest away. You tried, but you failed miserably, resulting in his arms pulling you even closer to his sweaty and damp body. It was disgusting.

“L-let go of me!” you wailed, your own tears stinging your eyes as your vision blurred and you could no longer tell just what you were staring blindly at, the dimness of the living-room paired with the suffocating embrace of your captor swallowing you whole.

You couldnt take it.

You could barely breathe at this point.

“p-p-ple .. plea-s-se..!” your cries intertwined with his own desperate ones as he babbled nearly incoherently on about how sorry he was, how he never meant to do something so horrible.

“I’m not a monster!” he howled out, desperate words seeping with ululation.

He was desperately trying to convince himself of that.

He wasn’t talking to you at all.

He was talking to himself.

He wasn’t a monster.

He’s not like him.

He’s not like that piece of filth.

No, he’s so much better.

He’s a good man.

No, no, he’s not a monster.

He’s your hero.

He could never purposely harm you.

No.

It was an accident.

An accident.

You’d understand.

He knew you would!

You always understood him.

You were like two peas in a pod!

You forgave him, surely.

Yes.

Yes!

You did the moment he hugged you, the moment he started comforting you.

He was a good man.

How could you not forgive him?

He loved you so, so, so much.

You knew that-

You knew he would never do such a thing.

His breathing was even, eyes wide and straining as he stared at the floor, a crooked smile on his face as he repeated the words over and over again in his twisted mind.

He never met to hurt you.

No.

He didnt.

“Plea-” you tried once more, biting your wobbling lip as he squeezed you even tighter.

“No, no, no, no, no, no..” he heaved out, hand coming up to gently pet your oily hair as if to calm you. His head shook back and forth in your hair, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m so sorry, honey.”

There was nothing you could do.

You were stuck alone in a mouse trap, the cold, metallic bar snapped down on top of your frail neck.

There was no escape.

There never was.

His form of ‘love’ far too strong for you to even attempt to.

And so, you gave up.

Just like you always did.

There was no point in resisting him.

Sticky blood trickles down your raw cheek, dripping down onto the chilled bare skin of his neck, still cold from the damp clothes he wore, instantly catching his wondering attention.

“You.. you’re bleeding?” he whispered guiltily, already feeling a new wave of salty tears building up in the corner of his eyes.

His large left hand trailed up the skin of your neck, idly collecting the thin trail of red liquid onto his fingertips and smearing a path up to your jawline, stopping the moment your shivering form flinched.

He frowned at the red mark taking up half your beautifully innocent face, a small cut resting in the middle of it where no doubt the ring he foolishly wore as an accessory swiped.

Guilt made his stomach churn, the familiar burn of acid rising in his throat.

A deep inhale, and he swallowed it down, arm still wrapped around you, languidly rubbing your back as he stared with nothing short of pity at your wrecked state.

Your lips wobbled, holding in a reply as you force yourself to look into the vast abyss of darkness that was the hallway of your apartment instead of his orbs gleaming with concern.

Concern.

Concern for something he caused.

At least he had a heart, but you were still scared shitless and wanted nothing more than to run away. You were still fighting to regulate your breathing.

His thumb suddenly pressed against the slap mark, ripping a yelp from your throat as your head flung back to avoid any more contact. It was then that you noticed a pounding headache echoing inside your skull, yet another reason to aid in the water running down your face. Pain consumed your body, and you wanted nothing more than to escape this shell you were trapped in.

Openly chewing on his lip, both of his arms went back around you, cradling your delicate form to his chest.

Without a word, he stood up, practically forcing you to have to wrap your bare legs around his waist to keep yourself steady, something you were trained to do by him. He loved it when your legs were around his waist whenever he picked you up.

It became a regrettable second nature.

Heavy foot steps brought you back to your bedroom, and then into the bathroom connected to it.

Your fears crept up your spine at the pitch black room you were forced into, remembering how you were in a similar position just a few minutes ago.

When would this cycle end?

Ah.

It wouldnt, would it?

You were set delicately down atop the cold marble counter as if you were a fragile piece of glass, which, in many ways, you were. The tears had at least stopped, but your body continuously shook like a chihuahua, your breathing still hard to control as fumbled around mindlessly with your fingers to serve as a distraction.

He flipped the light on, momentarily blinding your sensitive gaze with its bright light.

Sniffing, you wiped at your nose, watching as he walked about the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth just to run it under cool water. The rain was still heavily pouring just outside the wall mixed with the loud splatters of the stream against the white sink. It would have been calming had cold water not splashed up onto your bare thighs, making goosebumps prickle along your skin. Your thighs were nearly numb at this point.

After ringing most of the water out, he held it up to your cheek, staring at you.

Taking the cue, you hesitantly took the cool, wet cloth from his grasp and gingerly pressed it to the swelling skin on your face. You hiss out in pain, dry sobs wracking your body at the stinging pain and the fact that he was still far too close for you to currently handle.

The pain on your cheek paired with the numbing cold was a good distraction.

You chewed on your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, freehand gripping tightly at the hem of your shirt as you listen to him fumble around in the cabinet hanging over to the left.

You jumped the moment you felt his larger fingers ghost over the ones holding the cloth to your cheek, cautious (E/C) eyes opening ever so slightly as you looked over at him.

You couldnt help but feel idiotic as you suddenly felt flustered at the intense gaze he was giving you, eyes now gleaming viridescent in the white light of the bathroom almost staring right into your soul.

It was like he was reading you, pulling words off your own frail pages just so he could recite them to you.

He did this often.

Keeping silent, staring for long periods of times as he tried out scenarios in his head of the words he was going to say.

It gave you chills, but yet, it made you feel like you were the center of his drifting attention.

The sun his planets revolve tirelessly around, repeating the same cycles like a record forever skipping on repeat.

In these moments, though, he became an enigma.

Not exactly something your fragile state of mind entirely needed right now.

You shivered when his palm came to cup your soft jawline, thumb absentmindedly tracing over your parted lips.

His mouth opened, ready to say something, but he stayed quiet.

Mouth shutting, he leaned forward, tentatively bringing you into another hug.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated, the words nearly as quiet as your stilled breath, but you had nothing to say to it. And he knew it.

He was used to you staying silent.

He would prefer it most of the time.

So he could sink into his fantasies, the deluded fantasies that you loved him wholeheartedly, that you chose to stay silent as to not hurt his feelings, and always forgave him no matter what.

That you would forever and always be his.

He wouldnt give you the choice not to be.

He wouldnt let you leave when you’re his favorite person in the whole wide world.

The only one he needed.

And he was the only one you needed.

Yes.

Of course.

You didn’t need anyone else but him.

And he didn’t need anyone else but you.

So what if a few more people died because of his mistake, he would capture Ghoul eventually. Regardless, he would always come home to you.

Always.

And that’s all he needed.

He chucked against your neck, having buried it in the crook as his mind slipped through his shaky fingertips.

The Big Bad Wolf and his Little Red Riding Hood.

God how he loved the comparison.

Perhaps he was addicted.

Addicted to you.

Even now, as he inhaled your sugary sweet, natural scent stained with the metallic smell of dried blood.

Pulling back, he gazed into your hesitant eyes, delicately resting his forehead against yours.

His hair, now dry and no longer dripping with salty rain, tickled your skin, making you involuntarily take in a deep breath.

Closing his eyes once more, he soaks in the moment of your warm body in his frigid embrace, nothing else mattered to him.

Just you.

Only you.

“L-let me see your cheek,” he asks softly, words not as wobbly as before, afraid that if he spoke too loudly in such a thin atmosphere, everything would shatter abruptly like glass.

Your body moved on instinct as if you were used to doing as he asked immediately no matter what, pulling the cool cloth away from your burning cheek.

Resisting the urge to sniffle and flinch away, you allow him to rewet the cloth, holding still as he dabs lightly at the small wound.

“I know it hurts,” he breathes out, “shh, shh, it’s okay.” it was always so strange how his voice still managed to calm your nerves even after all you’ve been through.

Deep down, you knew he was still that loving and energetic boy you met back at that coffee shop.

If only you knew how sinister and twisted he could really be.

Perhaps.. perhaps you wouldn’t be in such a situation now.

But there was never any point in pondering the what-ifs.

All you could do was fight your mind from seeking normalities in such a relationship as this, if you could even call it that.

You wouldn’t succumb to his desires like you always did.

You wouldnt lose yourself.

No.

You couldn’t let that happen.

Or was it too late already?

You hissed when you felt the stinging seer of rubbing alcohol dotted onto your cut, cleaning the wound.

“It’s okay.” he repeats, cooing to you with a reassuring smile that should have made you feel sick all over again.

You let him apply antibiotic ointment and a small cheek bandage, his hands shaky yet careful. You could say he has experience in applying bandages.

It was uncomfortable as it sat on your raw skin, but it’s not like you were going to go and rip it off. That would feel like ripping off a wax strip on a sunburn.

Humming, he gingerly wipes away the dried blood on your neck with the same washcloth, not minding how blood-stained the innocently white fabric became.

Next came your still aching wrists. There wasn’t much he could do for your legs, but at least he had roll-on bandages on standby.

Turning the cold tap on, he lets you run them under cool water before gently dabbing the stray droplets away, careful not to press too hard.

He really needed to invest in softer handcuffs, it’s just- those were the only ones he had, and he didn’t use them often. Besides, it never got this bad before. But that wasn’t a good excuse.

He’d have to order some online tomorrow..

Applying more ointment around the area, the kind that offers instant relief, he wraps your smaller wrists up as best he could, cringing himself whenever you’d flinch.

He’d make it up to you.. Pancakes in the morning, perhaps?

Izuku then begins to sluggishly put away everything he brought out of the cabinet, tossing what needed to be tossed into the trashcan.

He was slow, almost as if he was trying to keep his balance, which he no doubt was.

Standing in front of you once again, he wrapped his arms around you, whispering “up” in your ear.

It was something he would always say when he wanted you to wrap your arms and legs around him so he could carry you like a baby.

But who were you to refuse?

It wasn’t as if he couldnt pick you up without your limbs wrapped around him, it was more for your comfort rather than his convenience.

So, tentatively, you wrapped your still shaking arms around his neck, doing the same with your legs around his bent waist.

“Good girl.” he praised as he began walking back into the bedroom, stopping just at your side of the bed to place you down at the edge.

Numbly, you let him remove your rain-soaked clothes from all the hugging, sitting on the bed in just your panties as you watched him toss the clothes in the hamper by the door

It wasn’t the first time he insisted on treating you like a child who needed help changing, but at least you didn’t have to walk.

It was hard to remember if it was a good or a bad thing that you didn’t care about being nude in front of him anymore, not even bothering to hide your chest as he came back over with a fresh set of clothes - the strawberry patterned pajamas he always seemed to adore you wearing.

You always looked so innocent in them. The shirt is far too large for your frame, the sleeves hanging off your hands and the large v-neck exposing your collar bones and parts of your shoulders. The bottoms were the regular run of the mill pajama pants, soft as cotton and comfy as hell.

The top truly was the part of the look that tied it all together.

He couldn’t help but smile as your arms immediately raised as he pulled the shirt out of the pile, making quick work of slipping it over your cute head and helping your arms into the sleeves.

He liked to take care of you.

You needed him to, after all.

You were his innocent, helpless little darling, after all.

Pulling your pants up, he guided your body down into a resting position, dragging the thick, grey, and black patterned comforter over your stilled body.

Such a good girl.

He tucks loose strands of messy (H/C) hair that fell across your face behind your ear, being mindful of the wound.

He stares at it for a moment, his expression holding that of worry and regret.

Pushing off the bed, he stumbles his way to the kitchen in the dark, having turned off the light as he went, the layout of the apartment burned to memory so he could easily avoid furniture.

In the kitchen, he opened the freezer and grabbed an ice pack, one he would commonly use on his own sore muscles and bruises. It hurt his heart knowing he was the reason you had to use it for the first time.

After wrapping it in some paper towels, he trudges his way back into the dark bedroom, eyes wracking over your balled up form, covers bunched over you like a shell.

“Put this on your cheek..” he whispered, placing the pack just in front of your face.

He would love to be the one to hold it to your cheek, but his mind was still hazy, and his words were still slurred. Events could sure as hell sober you up a bit, but damn did that nausea always come back crashing in through the brittle window full force when you’d least expect it.

Rummaging through the drawers once more, he picked up some of his own fresh clothes and made his way into the bathroom again.

All he wants is to sleep, but he also didnt want you to smell dried sweat and rain on his being throughout the night.

He knew you missed him, him and his warmth, you always did, right? No question about it. You must be longing for him even now.

Wanting him to hold and comfort you just like always.

Numbed adrenaline pumped in his veins as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away his filth and regrets.

God, it felt so good to be able to somewhere warm for once.

The entire night he’s felt nothing but cold.

Not even the fire in his belly or the breath stolen from his lungs could’ve warmed him up.

He was mad at himself. Mad that he lost control and hurt the one thing that mattered the most to him.

Mad that he let himself get disgustingly drunk.

Mad that he walked in the rain like a dumbass just to soak your clothes and make you feel as cold as him.

But at the moment, too many thoughts were flying in his mind for him to properly think, no, he couldnt really even say he was thinking at all.

He was just letting the water splatter on the back of his neck, forehead resting on the cold shower tiles and he watched as water swirled down the drain like a whirlpool. His hair stuck to his cheeks like glue, but he couldn’t find himself caring.

Absentmindedly, his fingers brush across the fresh scar on his broad shoulder.

He swore the longer he stood there, watching the clear flow of water, the looser his grip on himself became.

He couldnt really say he felt anything at all anymore.

When did he lose himself?

Was he ever even really found?

Ah.

With you.

You were the missing piece in his complicated and skull biting puzzle, the one who made him whole and lit up his dull life. You were the reason he felt things anymore, you were the reason he still managed to get up and save people with a clear conscious.

You always had such a positive impact on his life, and he knew he had just as good a one on yours.

A wobbly smile tore his flushed face in two, you both really did need eachother.

He was so happy to have you in his life.

Knowing you’d never leave him.

Turning the boiling hot water off, he stepped out, the plushness of the bath-mat embracing his wet feet as water continued to pour down his nude body.

It felt, it felt so hot suddenly.

His breath came out in exaggerated pants, hands sweeping his hair from his face as the burn of bile rose in his throat.

Lunging for the toilet, he emptied his stomach into the glistening white bowl.

Gasping for air, Izuku whipped his mouth on the back of his hand, still trying to catch his breath as he fumbled to flush.

God, he needed to sit down.

Shakily turning the bathroom faucet on, he washed his hand, making quick work of brushing his teeth before lazily drying himself off.

Ignoring the other clothes he brought in, the toned hero simply pulled on a pair of black boxers before walking out of the bathroom.

Green eyes immediately looked at your form, just to see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you soundly slept, the ice pack sitting comfortably on your cheek.

You looked so adorable.

You always did.

Smiling once more, he walked over to the bed, pulling back the sheets just to slide his larger, warm body in and next to your own.

He sighs blissfully the moment he tugs you into his embrace, relishing in the feeling of your soft body against him.

Removing the icepack from your cheek, not wanting you to awake to a cheek burning from the cold, he places it on the nightstand before snuggling closer to you.

You always fit so perfectly in his big arms.

You were meant to be by his side.

And you loved it, didn’t you?

Eventually, he fell asleep, soft snores echoing around the quiet room filled with the downpour of rain still pouring down outside the large glass windows,

But you were still wide awake.

It was hard to remember the last time you got a good night’s rest, especially when the room was spine-chillingly dark..

Hard to remember what life was like before you even met your own personal nightmare.

You were used to the exhaustion, the dark circles kissing at the skin under your eyes becoming normal the day you were brought here.

Oh, how foolish you were.

You should have locked your window that fateful night.

But heroes are quite stealthy, aren’t they?

Was this even reality at this point? Or all just a figment of your imagination, protecting you from the true horrors before your very eyes.

Either answer wasnt one you wanted.

But you never had a choice.

Tears slipping from your eyes like they always seemed to do, you stared longingly off into the distance, the warmth pressed against your back pulling you further into your own bubbling madness.

All it took was a signal thought for this to all become normal.

For the pain to wash away with your tears.

‘Maybe this is ok.’

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BNHA OVA: Make it! Do or Die Survival Training!

SPOILERS

So, the Class A students are training for their provisional exams and have to operate in an underground mall rescue mission which caved in due to an electric fire. Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Uraraka, Asui (I mean, Tsuyu), Kirishima, Kaminari, Yaoyaorozu, Iida and Tokoyami embark down the site when a secondary disaster seperates them.

The OVA most probably takes place between Deku's visit to Hatsume Mei's Studio and the second scene at Gym Gamma where Deku kicks away a boulder dislodged by Katsuki's AP Shot in his recently updated gear (which he wore in the OVA too). In the OVA, Deku's kicks are also shown to be choppy and he doesnt have precise control over it as he kept falling off the ice-raft when he kicked holes through the ceilings of B6 - B3.

This OVA was filled with student interactions and shippy goodness.

We had IidaMomo, IzuOcha, OchaTsuyu, BakuKami, BakuTodo KiriKami and even a Todoroki × Tokoyami (Todoyami? Tokoroki?) even a rare TodoKami moment! (Todoroki calls Kaminari by his first name, Denki!!)

But at the end of the day, the bkdk feels hit it home.

That's it. THAT'S THE OVA.

What blows my mind is that when the Next big three were at level B6, using the geyser to get up to ground level- Studio BONES could have easily made them shoot up to surface without stopping on B3 and injuring Kacchan.

But they did.

This whole OVA basically revolves around injuring Kacchan and the "Be my cane' dialogue and you caNnoT convince me otherwise.

Now to some it may seem out of character/chronologically dubious for Kacchan to relent to easily to Deku in this OVA considering that this took place before Deku v Kacchan 2, and the OVA clearly states that Aizawa was training the children for the oncoming Provisinal Liscence exams. It was only after Kacchan failed the Provisional exams did DvK2 happen.

But there is a very thin vein of appropriation which makes Kacchan's reaction to accepting Deku's help justified with the time line and it all comes down to Kamino.

Hailed as a championing Kiribaku moment, what is often overlooked in this arc is how Izuku gave up his chance to reach out to Katsuki because he was afraid if it were him, Katsuki would not accept his hand. His anguish is easily overshadowed by the success of the rescue stunt.

Look at Deku in the second gif closely.

In the very last frame, his eyes are shadowed, like he is physically holding in the hurt at seeing how easily Kirishima can reach out to Kacchan again and again in a way Deku is not allowed to.

And it is my belief that Katsuki saw that look.

So, Kamino Arc comes and goes. Students are gearing up for Provisional Exams as shown in the OVA and near the end, there comes a time where Katsuki, injured, clearly needs assistance and this is what Deku says.

"I want to save you too"

Kacchan's response to this is clearly unprecendented, and let's face it soft. Him getting a character development like this before DvK2 when he should be steeping in self-loathing for ending All Might and already suspecting that Deku has AM's power, sounnds a bit far-fetched but consider, obliquely, for one moment that Katsuki knows what Deku feels like.

If Katsuki knows Deku wanted to save him badly back at Kamino, that changes things. It probably hints that Katsuki is aware that Deku relinquished the role of taking his hand to Kirishima fearing he wouldn't take Deku's. Katsuki understands that Deku was deeply hurt by this. So when Deku says "I want to save you too" it's like a callback to Kamino and what he means is -

I want to save you like Kirishima is allowed to do.

Katsuki's "I refuse" and consequent (meme-worthy) "Be my cane" dialogues have a lot more weight than comic relief in that context. He is acknowledging Izuku's help not only as a stepping stone, but also accepting it in a non-personal nature- it's like it is an integral part of his growth that he accepts the only way he knows how to-i.e. on his terms.

But the very act of accepting at this stage of their relationship speaks VOLUMES of how Katsuki percieves Izuku and cares for him beyond his brittle and bruised ego. Because despite the misconception Katsuki holds that Izuku is always looking down on him (right uptil the big fight in DvK2 I might add), Katsuki understands and acknowledges Izuku's hurt at not being the one able to save him. Most importantly,

He sees the anxiety Deku suffers from the mere thought of having lost him again.

By the way, the last time Deku looked even remotely concerned about Kacchan's well-being with such open anxiety on his face looked pretty much like this-

(Yeah...it did not go well)

Add that to the fact that Kacchan probably knows that Deku pushed Kirishima to save him when he blamed himself most (despite having nearly broken his whole fucking skeleton in the process) for not being able to rescue him at the Summer Camp itself.

Kacchan clearly understands the lengths Deku is prepared to go, and will go through again to see him safe and secure. Regardless of what kind of hit his ego takes from Kamino (which is compounded by his failure at the Provisional Exams), being saved by Deku in the wake of these realizations clearly surpasses the need to cling to his own pride in the OVA

And that Alone is a testament to the fact how Katsuki's character has been slowly and surely maturing even before DvK2 which makes him such a well-developed character. He is not completely without empathy Pre-DvK2.

He shows it, but sparingly. He convinces himself that he is saving people like Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki and Deku in the OVA because he doesnt 'want to owe it to anybody', but he has already started to internalize this attitude of 'Save to Win' this early in the series.

And the biggest proof in the OVA, of how Katsuki has taken the Kamino experience to heart is when Katsuki persists on the mission to save the dummy despite a secondary disaster complicating their exercise. In a way, It is a catharsis. It is Katsuki's re-enactment of Kamino from Deku's perspective, even if it is to save just one lifeless dummy from debris. He is not going to slack off.

(Funny how, here too, the one needing to be saved was ultimately saved by Kirishima)

He has already started to show (and accept) his dedication to saving as well as winning well before AM gives him the "Save to Win. Win to Save" talk, which cements the vector of his future development in the series.

All things considered, is this OVA a valuable addition to the main story of bnha?

Well, depends on the viewer. It has lots of cool highlight on character dynamics, character focus and fleshes out how the next Big Three seamlessly coordinate with each other. (Also shipping material) However in my humble opinion it seems to make the transition of Kacchan's char development easier for the anime-onlys or the anime-and-movie-onlys, so that the Class Exercise arc doesnt seem like a drastic change in his motivations.

(As if we need any more convincing how in-character it is for Bakugou to want to Save as much as he wants to Win)

#dekukatsu #kacchan x deku #Katsudeku #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha ova #bkdk #ktdk #kacchan #deku

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I'll always be salty that Izuku's hero name is Deku, and not Dekiru.

Like, Dekiru would have been perfect. It means "can"/"the ability to do something" and also sounds similar to Deku. He could have still been "reclaiming" Deku by using Dekiru. Saying/Hearing Deku makes me cringe

@sapphic-agent Hi, thanks for the question bc is something I loathed since day 1. I had people even weird out why in my fics I call Izu dekiru.

Anyway, I think we can take this in two ways.

Hori loathes his MC and while he can´t kill him for editorials reasons, can humiliate and diminish him as much he can

Hori is an unprofessional writer. Look, when we use the word unprofessional to any profession we kind tend to assume "Oh he was a perv" "Oh bet he didn´t pay his employees" "Ok what crimes he did" and as far I know...Hori never did any of that. But he is unprofessional bc he can´t do what is in his job. WRITE

I don´t like how the name Deku is attached to the character to the point hardly any fan calls him Izu or Midoriya, its deku. (BTW, villains stans love to call him deku and when I see a post of a villain stan calling him deku I KNOW it will be rancid. It´s funny bc only Shig never called him as such but his fans...do)

BK called him like that to mock him. Izu can´t be mad (a trait its still in place)

Ochako sees BK trying to kill him and calling deku with hate...and she is head empty and calls him deku...and then we see the first part of Hori wanting YOU, reader, to not pay attention to Izu´s pain, bc Izu blushes and is all happy a girl is talking to him...isn´t that pathetic? Hori thinks so and is pleased...bc thanks to this interaction Izu asks now to be called deku.

Look I think Nejire is 100X pretier than Ochako and if she had done the same...Izu should have said no.

Izu is the only one who doesn't act as an abused victim, yes, people act differently but...Izu seems to exist solely to be abused and nothing else. The same can be said for Shig...he is tortured 3 times and well...who cares, right?

#so there you have it #dekiru sounds better #any name would #mha critical #izuku deserves better #bnha critical #shiggy deserves better too #anti bakugou #bakugou is Izuku´s villain #hori is a bad writer #a really bad one

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bakudekwho · 5 years

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Fireflies - Bakugo Kastsuki x Reader

Fireflies - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader - 3.1k words

Bakugo had always found himself enraptured by your presence and hated himself for it but when he saw you sneaking out of the dorms every night his interest only grew stronger until he found himself following you out into the woods quite late in the evening. Only to find you doing something not so conspicuous as he had initially imagined.

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Bakugo couldn't understand why you of all people, one of the most goody two-shoed people in the class snuck out of the dorms almost every night. He himself wasnt known to pay much attention to his other classmates but you had always interested him and when Class 1-A had moved into the dorms the interest only grew.

At the beginning of the year, he paid no more attention to you then he would a speck of dust, just like the rest of the students but as the year went on he began to notice things, you weren't scared of him at all maybe you found his anger and harsh temperament startling from time to time but in the end you always ended up laughing him off. At first that had bothered him... A lot... maybe more than a lot he loathed you for quite some time if he was being honest. He couldn't understand why you sought to beat him and that stupid nerd in everything as well. He and Deku may be at the heart of the rivalry but in every competition you were right behind them, it annoyed him at first just like his hatred for you did but after a while, he began to notice other less annoying things about you which only managed to make him more annoyed.

He didn't need distractions so when he began to pay more attention to you he only got a worse attitude when you were around. You sat in front of him in class and he always found himself staring at the back of your head during Mic's English lessons or noticed his eyes following you when you found your seat with Deku and the rest of his loser friends at lunch.

When this started happening he only found himself adopting a meaner personality than usual with you but again you just continued to laugh at his attitude. More than anything about you he hated the fact that he had zero impact on you while sometimes the only things that would pop up in his mind were stupid facts about you.

The first night he had witnessed you sneaking out was a school night, it was very unlike him to be up past 9 pm, he was an early riser after all and needed his sleep but it was the first time he had actually lost track of time wondering about you. He was staring absent-mindedly out his front-facing window when he noticed movement down the yard. He looked down to notice your unmistakable head of (h/c) hair ( he could identify it quite well after all he spent a lot of time looking at it ) but he was confused as to why you were out. Curfew was a solid 8 pm and they got in a decent amount of trouble if they were found outside of the dorms any later. He glanced at his clock and it read 10:23 pm. He was upset with himself for staying up so late but he continued to watch you none the less instead of going to bed.

You looked up at the school building, you were clearly checking to see if anyone was watching you. His lights were off so he doubted that you could see him but he refrained from moving anyways. Seemingly satisfied that no one was watching you you started quickly down the path away from the dorm into a wooded area. He was highly confused at this point and didn't understand why you had left the dorms at such a late hour and without anyone else at that. He knew he should just go to bed and ignore it but he couldn't help waiting up for you even if you didn't know it. The world wasnt safe for UA students anymore he was only doing his duty as a hero right...?

It had been nearly an hour before you returned, his clock read 11:15 pm and he noticed that you were now carrying a glowing jar. Being so far away he couldn't tell what was in it other than flickering light but he again had to refrain from moving closer to the window to get a look. Your quirk didn't have anything to do with creating light so this only interested him in your situation more. Though after you had entered the building he refused the thought of leaving his room to confront you. That would mean admitting that he had noticed you leaving ad coming back and he refused to acknowledge that he cared one bit.

This went on for some time, he would watch you leave ever night and come back with the same jar of glowing light. His sleep schedule now became accustomed to staying up until you came back every night. He always made an excuse for himself about it, never actually thinking of the fact that maybe he just cared about what you were doing literally EVERY night of the week.

He had enough at about the 17th time it happened... not that he had been counting or anything like that. He waited at the entrance to the boy's side of the dorm ad you walked right past him. He waited a few seconds after you had walked out of the building before following you. He followed behind you for about 15 minutes before you moved past the tree line and into a clearing. It was the same one where you and the rest of his dumb classmates help picnics on the weekends but it was now quiet and he could see little sparkling orbs flying around.

You moved into the clearing as sat under the single tree that inhabited it. Bakugo didn't go past the treeline in his fear of getting caught so he just watched you. Before he knew it there were floating lights all around the clearing. It took him a few moments to realize they were fireflies or lightning bugs as some people would call them and he finally came to the conclusion that the jar you brought home every night had fireflies in it.

He felt stupid, he had thought of some of the worst scenarios when he watched you leave school but this was not one of them. You left the dorms every night to simply enjoy nature and him being an idiot thought you were off meeting some boy from the other classes.

Feeling more like a stalker now than ever just standing there staring at you as you stared at the bugs with the jar empty behind you he turned to leave.

" I know you're there Bakugo one of your talents is not stealth no matter how you excel at everything else. " he stopped short as your voice rang out over the clearing.

He was practically frozen. " You're not very covert, " you continued " maybe if you're going to watch me through the windows you shouldn't sit pressed up against the glass. "

You had seen him??? He was sure your eyes had passed right over his dorm each time but maybe you were a lot sneakier than he thought.

He turned around and walked past the remaining trees and into the pale light of the clearing. " If you noticed me beforehand why didn't you just say something? " He asked. There was no point trying to come up with an excuse especially if you had seen him all the previous times you had left.

You brushed off his question " They are very pretty arent they, where I lived before we came to the dorms was so populated that they were a rare sight. " You finally looked over at him and he decided that one of the few things he didn't hate was the way the light from the bugs reflected in your eyes.

" Come sit with me, there's no reason for you to be standing there, this is the best place to watch them from. " You said eyes drifting away from him and back to the fireflies.

He didn't know what he was doing, he should head back to the dorms and get some rest but disregarding that he strode over to you and took a seat leaning up against the broad base of the tree.

This had to be one of the most ridiculous things he had ever done and he couldn't believe you weren't angry at him. He had practically stalked you into the woods in the middle of the night who even does that???

He had obviously lost himself in thought once again because all of a sudden you were laughing and he felt his ears turn pink. " What are you laughing at.. Extra " the word on the end was almost added as an afterthought but he couldn't bring himself to call you anything else.

" Well Katsuki, " you said using his given name causing his face to feel hot " your face looks funny. " That shocked him, he was normally the blatantly rude one but now he was the one being made fun of.

" Oh yeah and what's so funny about it? " He said

" It gets all scrunched up when you lose yourself in your mind, for someone who hates Izuku so much you two have a lot of the same habits. " You said plainly to him.

He felt himself sputtering at that "How... How dare yo- " he began before you cut him off.

" Would you like to catch some lightning bugs with me? " you said amid his sentence. He couldn't help staring at you with his jaw slack then. What was even happening in his mind? Did he actually ... want to do that with you, what a childish notion but all the same when you held out an extra jar to him he found himself accepting it and standing alongside you.

" I usually get around five, some of them fly too high for me to get so you might have better luck! " you said. You wandered around the field trying to gently coax some of the bugs into your jar. Bakugo just followed not even attempting to catch some of his own and just watched the delight in your face as you walked around after the small insects.

You turned and smiled at him and he could swear his heart skipped a beat. " You know I can't sleep without a light... " you started turning away from him again " So I come out here and get natures own light and bring it into my room. " You finished catching your third bug.

If anyone else had told him that he would have been on his ass laughing but it only endeared you to him more. You always came off as such a badass during school competing with even him for attitude on occasion and yet here you were catching your homemade nightlights and spilling what should be embarrassing secrets right to him.

" Why would you tell me that of all people? " he asked " You hate me.. " he ended it with stopping short. He finally said it out loud the thing that bothered him most about you. No matter how fascinated he was with your personality... you absolutely detested him and it all of a sudden felt wrong for him to be anywhere near you. Someone so good shouldn't be around someone as crude as him and that's what he hated, he hated that even for you he couldn't change himself he couldn't tone down the explosive attitude that came with his power because he had been doing it for so long he didn't even know how to.

You turned around and capped your jar of bugs and set it down on the ground behind you lightly before reaching out for his. He offered it up with no resistance he hadn't even tried to gather some of his own and now he regretted it, maybe it would have stopped him from letting his emotions get the better of him a few moments prior.

You placed his jar down on the ground net to yours and faced him again, he was ready for you to tell him that he was right, that you really did help him and he was no better than Mineta for following you out into the woods but you didn't. No, actually you walked right past him and over to the tree to sit down again and proceeded to pat the ground next to you once more.

He once again should have left at this moment, he knew he couldn't handle the vulnerability that he had at this moment, he knew it was time to shut himself down once again but he couldn't help it and so he walked and sat next to you once more.

You looked up at him and he really noticed the difference in height then and almost smiled. But he sat there and braced himself for you to talk.

" I like you very much Katsuki you're very intelligent. I don't think I've hated you. " You said smiling at him.

That astonished him to put it plainly, people often told him how amazing he was the yhad been doing it since he was little. It was always how strong he was or how intimidating. It was never on his intelligence which was maybe something he valued even more than his strength.

He didn't know what to say but you continued to speak " At the beginning of the year I didn't understand why Izuku seemed to admire you so much, yes you were clearly very powerful and your control over your power was impressive but you were so rude to everyone at the beginning that I didn't get it for a while, so I started to pay attention to you. " You swallowed once and looked away from him before continuing " You are extremely smart and even when it seems like you don't have a plan you manage to execute things in ways I know our other classmates couldn't think of so I started to admire you too and when I noticed you watching me when I left the dorm I was worried at first that you would bring it up in front of our other classmates but you pretended not to know so I pretended not to notice either. " You finally looked back at him again smiling at the clearly dumbstruck look on his face. " I felt safer knowing that you knew which direction I went in after a while. All the league attacks made me worry about leaving the dorms for quite some bit but I knew that even if you didn't like me that much you would protect me. " You finished talking and stared up at the moon " You're going to make a great hero Katsuki I can tell even now because just being in your presence makes me feel safe. "

The shock of your words finally settled in his stomach, " I ... make you feel safe? All I do is scream at you! " He exclaimed the first words that came to his mind without stopping himself.

" Yes you do, King Explosion Murder. " You said giggling at him.

His face turned red at the use of his stupid idea for a hero name... it had seemed cool at the time.

" We should go back, " You said standing up and shoved the empty jar into your bag while you held the full one to your side " We wouldn't want to get you to put on house arrest again now would we? " You stated all but ignoring your emotional output a few minutes ago.

This whole night seemed like one of not having control over his own body but he stepped towards you and took your face in his hands. Your eyes were filled with bewilderment as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead and then proceeded to grab your hand.

" You're right, let's go back." he couldn't look at you his face felt so red that he wouldn't let you see him like this and so he forged ahead with your hand in his right into the woods.

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It took about 15 minutes to arrive back at the dorms and at no point did his hand leave yours. Even when he opened the door for you his own hand found its way back to yours as you both walked to the elevator. When you finally arrived at the part that split off from the boy's side to the girls he turned towards you again. " You said earlier that you thought I didn't like you. " He said looking down at you for the first time since the clearing.

You hummed in agreement to this and looked down at your still clasped hands. " I'm now starting to think I might have been wrong. " You laughed grinning at him.

" You definitely were. " He said leaning down once more to give you a proper kiss goodnight.

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He yawned as he made his way down the stairs into the common area. He hadn't made it back to his room until at least 12:30 in the morning and he thanked whatever was out there that today was an off day for him and the rest of the class.

He entered the common room and had to suppress a delighted smile as he saw you on the couch with Mina and Sero laughing at something one of them had said. He stuck his hands in his pockets and made his way over to where you all sat and tried to ignore the hot feeling in his face as he saw you light up at his presence.

" Good morning Katsuki! " You said brightly to him and gave him a dazzling smile that almost made his heart explode right there. Mina and Sero both looked back and forth between yourself and him. Not even Kirishima was allowed to use his given name that couldn't be right, even a few of his other classmates turned around at this and ogled the situation before them.

" Good morning firefly. " He said smirking at you, you smiled at the name and blushed a bit as he sat down right next to you and threw an arm right over your shoulders. Everyone now turned around at this point, they were used to him giving people nicknames but not... cute ones.

He decided he was going for the wow factor today for sure as he made himself look deeply into your eyes and laid his lips down right on yours in front of the whole entire class.

There was definitely a lot of gasping but what really made him smile was the high pitched scream from Kaminari " wHat ThE HeLl iS hapPeniNg!?!?! "

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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24th September 2019

Author: Mara

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Secret Marriage

Some people didn’t get it. Said some people were mostly the journalists who kept on asking who he was married to. Midoriya Izuku—his hero name was Deku—had climbed to the top of the hero rank list in the last decade, currently placing fourth. This had trusted him in the limelight, and generally, he was fine with it. However, people liked to ask really personal questions, like what his relationship status was. Seven years ago, he had been single, six years ago, he was seeing someone and for three years, he was married to said person.

Most people had made peace with the fact that Izuku liked to keep his personal life, well, personal. Some people hadn’t. A journalist had managed to find Izuku’s wedding records, only to find out that they needed some high-level clearance to see who Izuku was married to. Just like that his address was completely hidden from the public.

This tidbit of information made people think he was married to someone ‘normal’, someone who didn’t wake up every day to fight evil. If their identity was known, they might be in danger. Not that those vultures cared. Today was another day of work, he was just on parole, when a flock of journalists showed up out of nowhere, throwing questions at his head.

“What’s your wife’s name?”

“What kind of job does she have?”

“Are you planning on getting children?”

While Izuku was annoyed by the questions and brushed them off with polite ‘no comments’, he couldn’t help but find it amusing. If they only knew how far they were from the truth.

When Izuku wouldn’t give them the time of day, they moved onto his patrol partner. Usually, he would have an intern or a rookie hero joining him on patrol, wanting to offer the younger generation some first-hand experience, but today, pro hero Polarise had joined him. Polarise was ranked second in the hero rank list, only behind Ground Zero—which was Bakugo Katsuki, an old friend of Izuku. Like Izuku, Polarise was married, and like Izuku, his marriage files require a high-level clearance. He was also Todoroki Shouto—Midoriya Shouto nowadays—Izuku’s husband.

“Will you ever considered children?” one of the interviewers asked, pushing her mic underneath Shouto’s nose.

Shouto grunted, looking uncomfortable, “maybe in the future,” he mumbled, trying to side-step the horde of interviewers.

Izuku’s amusement died in seconds. Shouto wanted kids? It was a maybe, not a no. He always had assumed Shouto had no interest in adopting children, which Izuku couldn’t blame him. After his less-than-stellar childhood, raising a kid might be too much for him. And they were busy. Awfully busy. Hero work required a lot of time, and neither of them would want to stop anytime soon. While Izuku was all for adopting children, he did want to be able to spend time raising the child, and not pay a nanny to do all the work.

Realising that the lot had completely surrounded Shouto, and Shouto clearly didn’t know how to get away without tarnishing his reputation by being too rude, Izuku faked a call. After conversing a minute with a non-existing receiver, he made the motion to Shouto that they had to go.

Izuku got them away within a few seconds, using his quirk to launch them to a rooftop, far away from the interviewers that liked to pick apart their entire social life.

“I don’t get how my father stands it, having those people flock around him.”

The thing was, Izuku did get it. He explained it to Shouto as they were walking over rooftops, making sure to keep an eye on their surroundings in case something happened. The difference between Shouto’s father and Shouto was huge. Both the physical difference—Shouto had grown tall and lean, but not all that broad. That was more Izuku, who had remained pretty short but had grown in width and general bulk. But Shouto was also a lot shyer, more awkward with people and, he wasn’t allowed to badmouth people. Their agency had mentioned that it most likely would make his ties with Endeavor (Shouto’s dad) more prominent, as Endeavor wasn’t the kindest hero among the bunch.

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Of course, the next day, one of the headlines was that pro hero Polarise wanted to have kids with his wife. Izuku’s friend Ochako—who was also a pro-hero—had been caught laughing till she was crying when she saw the headline. Izuku couldn’t blame her, though it had hurt a little. Not the fact that the people seriously did think that Shouto was married to a woman, while he was gay (Izuku was bi—he could’ve married a woman). The kid part hurts a little, as Shouto had never told him. Though, it might have been a spur-of-the-moment thing, when frustration was high and it was a fleeting thought. Maybe the question of ‘what if me and Izuku would have a kid?’ and the idea didn’t seem to displease him.

When they walked into work, Shouto’s manager almost slammed into him in her rush to meet him. Even she didn’t know who Shouto was married to. Only their closest friends knew, and that’s because they had been there are the wedding. And their family. Shouto’s father had been displeased but hadn’t thrown the news in the wide, open world. After all, Shouto had been his pride and joy, despite him marrying someone that couldn’t provide him with biological children.

“Polarise, you’re getting kids?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Shouto was sweating, his cheeks darkening. Shouto still wasn’t good with people, and Izuku wondered why he had chosen his current manager. She was really excitable and made Shouto feel uncomfortable most of the time. On the other hand, he might need a social butterfly to manage his appointments, events and go-to places.

“I said maybe,” Shouto answered. “I—yes, maybe. In the future.”

Izuku felt his throat close up with emotions. This time it wasn’t a slip-up, it was a deliberate answer.

Izuku noticed that Ochako, who was lounging with another pro-hero at the coffee machine, was shooting glances at the three of them. When Shouto’s ‘maybe’ passed, her eyes grew huge. The other pro-hero, who also was listening, almost choked on his coffee. Izuku was glad he never patrolled with Kaminari Denki—Chargebolt—he would leave that to Shouto.

“Deku,” Shouto’s manager’s attention moved towards him. “When are you getting kids? You’re getting close to thirty, I think.”

Izuku managed to put on his ‘social event’ smile and answered, “We haven’t discussed the options yet.”

This didn’t seem to deter Shouto’s manager’s mood, she refocussed herself on Shouto and started to discuss the work for today, the patrol routes, the places he had to be if he wasn’t called in for back-up.

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For a while, Shouto remained in the spotlight. Wild theories were thrown around, ranging between that Shouto’s wife was actually pregnant to the fact that people thought Shouto was throwing them off their trail. He didn’t have a wife, but a husband. These people weren’t wrong, only their possibilities were a bit… off. Izuku was a little offended that almost every pro-hero or guy Shouto ever spoke to was considered, but him.

It was weekend—well, technically, it was Tuesday, but for Izuku, Tuesday and Wednesday was his weekend. Crime didn’t stop for the actual weekends. Shouto had been called in for work—leaving Izuku all on his own to mope.

Playing with his wedding band—something he rarely wore due to work-related risks—Izuku wondered if this was what marriage was supposed to look like. Shouto loved him, he claimed so, but Izuku also felt that Shouto was hiding something. Or more like, not bothering to address things. He, at least, could’ve have mentioned something about the whole ‘getting a kid’ situation. Not to mention that all the news articles started to make him feel insecure. Nobody thought he was a worthy candidate to have married Shouto—even the headquarters garbage man had a bigger chance with Shouto than Izuku. The garbage man was nice, but he was twice their age and happily married—not that the tabloids ever bothered to look into that.

Twisting the ring around, Izuku decided that he should bring up the subject about children. If Shouto would brush him off, he would at least know that he hadn't been serious. It could be possible that Shouto just didn’t know where to start and would use Izuku’s mention of the subject as a starting point. Izuku hoped for that latter.

The thing was, Izuku was a coward. When Shouto came home, slightly banged up but otherwise fine, Izuku just dragged him to the couch and continued the movie they had paused when Shouto had been called in.

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As a couple, they weren’t sexually active. The time they spent in the bedroom was dedicated to watching television or cuddling. Shouto had made it clear, early into their relationship, he had no desire for intercourse. Izuku had been fine with it. However, that also meant he didn’t see his husband naked an awful lot, especially with the cold winter snapping at their heels. Not to mention that both were workaholics and often fell in bed without even getting changed.

Yet, Izuku had noticed that Shouto had been awfully adamant about keeping his shirt on. Once again, Izuku was a coward and didn’t ask. If Shouto wanted to keep on his shirt then it was fine. He wasn’t going to judge his husband for something as keeping a shirt on all the time, despite that it was a little odd.

Izuku came home late from work. By now, Shouto must be fast asleep, so Izuku made sure to be quiet. Putting his bag with his hero uniform next to the laundry and switching his shoes, Izuku tiptoed into the house. Turned out he didn’t need to be quiet. Shouto was sitting at the dining table, wide awake and filing in some paperwork. Knowing that his husband loathed paperwork, and wasn’t even behind or anything like that, Izuku knew that something was off.

“Shouto are you okay?” Izuku asked.

His husband looked up. He did look tired, which was odd. If Shouto was tired, he would just go to bed. Unless he wanted to speak with Izuku.

Izuku felt sick. Was Shouto going to explain why he had been behaving a little oddly? Was he going to ask for a divorce? Izuku wouldn’t be surprise. Deep down, he wondered how this had happened, the two of them, a thing.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto blurted out.

What a great start. Izuku now really felt ill, wondering if he could actually could get sick from worry. Knowing himself, most likely.

“Remember the incident, a couple of months ago?”

Izuku blinked. That incident? It had been a rescue mission, in which the enemy could absorb fire and was weak against ice. So Shouto had been their main offence man, the rest being support. The idiot had gotten hypothermia, as he hadn’t balanced his temperature. He had been hospitalised for a few days, just to be sure, but he had been fired and had the stamp of approval from the doctor. At least, according to Shouto.

Realising he hadn’t answered Shouto, Izuku nodded.

“I was released, considered healthy. So I went for my regular check-up a few weeks later and,” Shouto looked pained.

Izuku had a bad feeling about this. Usually, when someone went back for a check-up, and they pulled an uncomfortable face when saying the ‘and’, something was off.

“I will have to retire soon.”

This was almost worse than Shouto wanting to ask for a divorce. Shouto loved being a hero. It was like Shouto’s dream career would come to a sudden end while he wasn’t even thirty.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

Shouto got up, and for a few seconds, Izuku thought he had demanded too much. But Shouto just lifted up his shirt, showing off the right side of his ribcage. A thin layer of frost was covering a part of the ribcage.

“The doctor said I would freeze if I use my quirk too much. In the past, it has disappeared almost completely, but when I use too much of my quirk—

Izuku got flashbacks to All Might. It wasn’t exactly the same, but still. Shouto couldn’t use his quirk too much, which meant he couldn’t be a pro-hero anymore. It explained why Shouto had been wearing shirts all the time. Izuku would have panicked if he had seen Shouto’s ribs being covered in frost.

“You aren’t freaking out yet,” Shouto said. He looked a little surprised.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku managed to get his vocal-cords working again, “I shouldn’t be freaking out, you should. You’re losing your dream job.”

He grabbed Shouto’s hands. They fitted together nicely, Shouto’s hands pale against Izuku’s tan.

“I’ve given it some thought,” Shouto answered, squeezing Izuku’s hand. “It sucks, but look at it positively, I won’t have a job. At least not as a pro-hero. I probably will be put on light duty.”

How was that positive? Well, Izuku assumed he would see Shouto more but wouldn’t Shouto get bored? There was no more paperwork, only free time at home. There wasn’t much to occupy yourself with at home either. Their cats didn’t require a lot of attention. Maybe Shouto would pick up cooking, but even then he still had plenty of hours to kill.

Shouto looked nervous, clearly unhappy of having to carry the conversation, “I hadn’t lied, when I was telling people I was considering kids. I’m good to go for a few more years on light duty, if not longer. And maybe, in a couple of years, I’m ready—as far as I can be ready for kids because they frighten me.”

Izuku’s heart leapt in surprise. He never had hidden the fact he liked kids but never had pushed for it. Shouto had picked up Izuku’s desire, and took an otherwise horrible situation and made it a little bit better.

“In a couple of years,” Shouto repeated. Izuku realised he was grinning broadly, looking happier then he should be.

“If you don’t want kids in a couple of years, it’s fine.” Izuku felt the unease of the last few weeks melt away. “Having kids is a mutual commitment. And with your retirement, work won’t be as much fun. Maybe I will follow your example in a couple of years.”

Suddenly, Shouto groaned, “the vultures will have a field day,” he muttered. “Now they will really think my wife is pregnant with a child.”

“Let them. Clearly, the media has no idea what kind of people we are.”

Shouto raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Our garbage man seems more likely to be your husband than me.”

Izuku’s husband was a little shit and just laughed. No words of comfort, no reassurance, just laughter. He married a complete arse (he didn’t).

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phoenixkaizen · 5 years

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One Step Closer

Summary: Prompt fic based off the prompt by starsandcomets from tumblr: I’m not exactly good at making up prompts so forgive me ; A; but why not do something along the lines of lonely middle school deku bumping into todoroki and gets crush-at-first sight with him? Author's Note: So DekuTodo is one of my OTPs from My Hero Academia. When I first started reading fanfiction from the fandom, I started off with reading for Shoto Todoroki than I became Erasermight/Erasermic trash and started writing. So writing this prompt is my first actual fic for the two that isn't headed by Shouta Aizawa. So anyway, this prompt, I'm taking it a bit further than what was given. It's going to lead into their time at U.A. probably including the Sports Festival and the fight with Stain. So doing a bit of research for this I found out that Shoto and Midoriya were born near the same prefecture so Todoroki went to private school and Midoriya went to public I'm guessing.

It was almost as if it was on cue that flames came into Izuku's field of vision. Stain jumped backwards and Izuku craned his neck to look down the alleyway. Todoroki stood off back towards the way that he had originally came into the alley. His left hand was still lit up in flames while his phone was held in his right. "Tsk. Someone else to get in my way." Stain growled. "Today has been full of distractions." "Midoriya, you need to give more details than just your location in times like this. I was almost too late to stop this guy." Todoroki said. Izuku couldn't help it as his eyes ran over Todoroki's body. The younger boy now had a new hero costume. It was no longer the white one with the ice covering his left side but instead a blue jump suit with sleeves that only went to his elbows. Blue was a good color on Todoroki and it also hugged him in all the right places. "How did you even get here?" Midoriya found himself asking, pausing for a moment as he eyes widened as his gaze settled on Todoroki's left hand. "Wait... you're using your left side." He muttered in disbelief. Even after their match at the Sports Festival, Todoroki once again found himself battling internally and didn't use his flames in his fight with Bakugou. "You need to send more than your specific location." Todoroki stated as he sent out ice forcing the Hero Killer to jump out of the way. Midoriya was amazed as both him and Native were lifted on the ground and onto the safety of the nice. The dual haired boy ran ahead and towards Stain. "You're not one to send cryptic messages so I figured you were in trouble and came to help." He sent out a blast of flames, which caused some of the ice to melt. Both Midoriya and Native slid down the ice until they were now settled on the ground behind Todoroki. "You were just what they said you were but you won't be taking anymore lives, Hero Killer." Midoriya found himself once more looking Todoroki's body up and down. His face flushed as he realized what he was doing and not only in a dangerous battle with an equally dangerous villain. Midoriya, now is not the time to be checking out your not so secret crush. You are up against Stain and this is bad. Izuku thought as he had to finally rip himself out of his head and called out, "Todoroki, you can't let that guy get your blood. I think he controls his enemies actions by swallowing it. That's how he got us!" He yelled out. "So he ingests people's blood to paralyze them. That explains the blades. All I gotta do is keep my distance." Just as Todoroki finished speaking, a blade flew in his direction and managing to slice open his cheek directly on his scar. Todoroki's eyes widened as Stain jumped forward stating, "You have good friends, Ingenium." Todoroki at last minute raised a small wall of ice to keep the villain from stabbing him in the side. Both the Hero Killer and Todoroki looked up to see Stain's sword flying up into the air above them. Todoroki gasped as Stain grabbed the front of his jacket and jerked him forward. Stain went to lick Todoroki's cheek from where the trails of blood were flowing out of the cut. Todoroki felt his heart beat fast inside his chest as he activated his left side and forced Stain to jump back and away from him. Todoroki sent out an ice wall forcing the ice to cover most of the alley way and force the villain away from him. He flipped between using his right and left side as Iida spoke behind him. "I am Ingenium. The Hero Killer is mine." Todoroki scoffed. "You're Ingenium now? The Ingenium I knew sure didn't have that look on his face. You have a dark side. Guess my family isn't the only one." Izuku groaned as he tried to force his body to move. He had to get up and help Todoroki. Todoroki would only be able to hold out for so long before Stain got the best of him. "Careful, Todoroki!" He yelled, pausing as he felt his fingers finally twitch. Todoroki sent out another ice wall, Stain cutting through it with ease with his sword. "You blocked your field of vision from an opponent that is faster than you. Rookie mistake, kid." Stain stated, putting his sword in front of him facing down as he launched himself towards the others. "Come get me than!" Todoroki exclaimed, his left arm engulfing in flames. He let out a gasp of pain as two knives pierced into the muscles of his left arm causing him to deactive his quirk. "You're good, kid," Stain paused, focusing on Native. "Unlike him." Todoroki went to move and paused at a flash of green lightning flew past him. "Midoriya!" Todoroki screamed as Midoriya and Stain collided with the wall of the alley. "I don't know why but I can move now!" Midoriya called out as the two continued on down the alley. Todoroki's eyes widened. "So he has a time limit." Native coughed. "No, that kid should have been the last to be able to move." The pro hero muttered. Midoriya fell down to the ground with Stain behind him. Todoroki's heart raced as he watched the green haired boy. He had to think quickly. "Midoriya, dodge!" The older boy jumped out of the way just in time for an line of ice going past him and after the Hero Killer. Todoroki held onto his bleeding arm as Midoriya kneeled down next to him. They quickly went over the information they knew about the Hero Killer before deducting that the effects of his quirk were based off blood type. Todoroki and Midoriya talked for a moment. Contemplating if they could grab the two still frozen behind them and run or stall. Stain had managed to dodge both Todoroki's ice and fire. He was too fast for them to be able to escape with the two in tow. Midoriya looked at Todoroki's bloodied arm before looking back to the villain. "No, you're losing to much blood. Let me distract him and you can help me from back here." Midoriya stated. Todoroki looked through the corner of his eye. His stomach filling with butterflies at the determined look on Midoriya's face. “You are wanting to take a big risk." He paused. If Midoriya thought that they could do this, he was behind him on it. "Let's do it. We can protect them."

Midoriya launched himself back down the alley way as Todoroki sent out another barrage of ice. They could do this. x They had done it. They had defeated the Hero Killer. Iida had managed to stand back up and joined in the fight. It had been Iida and Midoriya who made the final blows. They had just been released from the hospital and Todoroki and Midoriya stood in front of the hospital, waiting for the pro heroes they were interning with to arrive. Iida had already left with Manual so it just left the two of them. The two sat in silence for a moment but Midoriya took a glance over at Todoroki as he stared up at the clouds. Todoroki had definitely changed since that first day that Midoriya had met him. Oddly enough, he could see it in the younger teen's eyes. They were no longer the cold, distant look anymore. Now they held a shine and emotion flowed through them. Despite being angry, it was clear to him that Todoroki was content. "Hey, Todoroki." Midoriya whispered. Todoroki turned to look at him, causing the breath to catch in Midoriya's throat once again. Todoroki was still absolutely breath taking. The green haired boy found himself leaning in until his lips connected with another set of soft lips. Todoroki's eyes went wide and he tensed for a moment before he relaxed against Midoriya. Midoriya's hands found their way to the younger's hips while Todoroki snaked his arms around the other's neck. A second later, Midoriya pulled away and his face turned red. Todoroki's cheeks were dusted lightly over as he blinked. "Um, sorry... I've been wanting to do that since the first day I met you." Midoriya whispered. Todoroki smiled softly. "Don't apologize." He looked away bashfully, his face getting redder by the second. "I have too."

#dekutodo #tododeku #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku #this is an attempt at fluff #i can't write fluff #i tried #prompt fill #prompt fic

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midnightphoenixdream · 5 years

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One Step Closer

So hey everyone! My original blog (fallenangelofhades) got terminated for some reason. Still don’t know why, I reached out to starsandcomets so they know that this is a repost from my original blog but I want to post it again here.

Author's Note: So DekuTodo is one of my OTPs from My Hero Academia. When I first started reading fanfiction from the fandom, I started off with reading for Shoto Todoroki than I became Erasermight/Erasermic trash and started writing. So writing this prompt is my first actual fic for the two that isn't headed by Shouta Aizawa.

So anyway, this prompt, I'm taking it a bit further than what was given. It's going to lead into their time at U.A. probably including the Sports Festival and the fight with Stain. So doing a bit of research for this I found out that Shoto and Midoriya were born near the same prefecture so Todoroki went to private school and Midoriya went to public I'm guessing.

Every year the third year students from all around the prefectures get to attend a festival held at the capital of that prefecture. It was a large event that even both public and private schools attend. The festival was always held right before entrance exams for high school. It was supposed to be a way to connect with other students and even those at already in high school attended. Currently, Izuku Midoriya stood off to the side as he watched the others around him. He didn't necessarily have any friends and Kaachan was with his group. The entrance exam to U.A. was right around the corner. He really should be training right now but if he was going to be a hero, he needed to socialize in a way. This kind of festival targeted the middle school students. It was a way to show career paths, high schools to attend, make contacts outside someone's school. Izuku pushed off of the wall that he had been leaning against and headed towards the nearby booths. He passed by one that had a doctor, nurse, police man, and firefighter standing near it. It was one of the career booths. This one had to be the first responder booth. Next to it was a booth from a high school that specialized in those fields. Off to the other side held a booth for heroes and sidekicks with a U.A. and Shigetsu booth next to it. Of course the U.A. booth immediately caught his attention and he went to talk over when he felt something collide with his front. He managed to keep his balance but the person who had ran into him went crashing to the ground. Instantly, Izuku sprung into action and apologize profusely. He paused as he took a moment to take it the person on the ground. A teenage boy was dressed in a traditional black gakuran with white buttons. His hair and eyes immediately caught Izuku's attention. His right side had snow white hair split perfectly down the middle and a soft grey eye. The boy's left side had crimson red hair and a turqiouse blue eye. He had barely noticed the scar that covered the left side over his eye as he looked into the very confused but cold and distant eyes. It took Izuku only about two seconds to realize just how beautiful the other boy was. The boy's face flushed over as Izuku broke out of his stupor and held out his hand with a smile. "I'm sorry about that. I should of kept an eye on where I was going." Izuku stated. The boy surveyed his hand for a moment before reaching out and placing his hand into Izuku's. "It's fine." The boy whispered. The sound of the boy's face caused Izuku's stomach to flutter for a moment. "I should of been watching as well." Once the boy was completely off of the ground, he dusted himself off. Izuku rubbed the back of his head for a second, unsure of what to say. His face also dusting over red as the other stop and his heterochromatic eyes falling on him. "Um, I'm Izuku Midoriya." "Shoto Todoroki." A shout of Todoroki's name pulled their attention away and the other looked back to him. "I'm sorry, I've got to go." Izuku's gaze followed him as the boy moved around him and took off in the direction of the voice. The flutters came back as Todoroki's face came back to his mind. Did he seriously just get a crush with just one look? x Izuku didn't see Todoroki again until he had walked into Class 1-A. He had made it into the high school of his dreams and he had been shocked to find out that Todoroki had applied to the same place. Come to find out he was one of the four students that had gotten in on recommendations. He had been talking to Uraraka and Iida at the front of the room when he had seen him. Todoroki sat at the back of the class beside a girl with pitch black hair. Todoroki had his head leaning against his hand as he stared up to where Izuku, Uraraka, and Iida were standing. Izuku wasn't even paying attention to what his other classmates were saying as he kept his eyes on Todoroki. Todoroki wasn't even hiding the fact that he was staring right back. Izuku's attention was taken away when he heard a voice behind him and he turned around to see their teacher laying on the floor in a sleeping bag. All Izuku knew was that he was going to try and talk to him again. x Izuku wasn't sure what had gotten into him. Todoroki had pulled him to the side and had asked him if he was the secret love child of All Might. Todoroki had even told him of his own background. Yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away from Todoroki's pained filled eyes. The hatred. The loathing. Todoroki was drowning and Izuku knew it and he had to get to him somehow. He really wanted to win the match and keep going but something in him told him that Todoroki needed him more. Todoroki continually refused to use his left side that contained his fire. The frost that had covered his body from the usage of his ice quirk was taking it's toll on his body and he knew it. Todoroki needed to know. The entire time, Todoroki kept questioning him. Why was he doing this? Izuku knew that Todoroki could never truly be himself if he continued to hold onto this hate. Yet, Todoroki still refused to listen. "IT'S YOUR QUIRK! NOT HIS!" He found himself yelling. He had watched as Todoroki's eyes widened and Izuku kept going. Shouting at the younger boy that he could never truly be the best hero if he refused to use his full power. It was almost as if time stopped for a moment as Izuku just watched the small smile that came to Todoroki's face. Suddenly, Todoroki's entire left side lit up in flames. It took a moment before Izuku could see him again. His stomach fluttering as he looked the younger boy over. He could barely hear what Todoroki was saying to him now. "I want it to. I want to be a hero." Izuku smirked. Finally. Izuku activated One for All in his legs and unbroken arm as Todoroki shot out more ice and started to use his fire. After that, he doesn't remember what happened. He lost but he couldn't find himself to care. He had gotten through to Todoroki. x Hosu City. Izuku cursed to himself that it took him to long to figure out exactly what the hero Manual was talking about. How could he not understand what was going on with his own friend. Iida was drowning and he never noticed. He didn't put it together that Iida had chosen Hosu so he could hunt down the hero killer. Now, he stood between Stain and Iida and Native. His phone was behind his back as he sent his location to the others. Hoping that maybe someone would show up and help him. "All Might was right though. Meddling when you don't need too is the essence of being a hero!" Midoriya exclaimed, clutching his fists in front of himself in a fighting stance. He watched the momentary shock come to Stain's face before the villain smirked. The villain held his blades in a ready stance as Midoriya prepared himself. He launched himself towards the Hero Killer. Doing his best to stay out of the man's line of sight. "No! If you get cut--" Iida called out but Midoriya could barely hear him as he now got behind the Hero Killer. Before Stain could turn, he threw his body up into the air. The Hero Killer noticed his absence and looked up just as Izuku came back down. He managed to get a hit in on top of Stain's head before he landed back on his feet only for his body to completely freeze in his kneeled state. He watched through the corner of his eye as Stain stood back up to his full height. His eyes widening at the sight of his blood on one of the saturated edges of the blade. So it wasn't the blade, it was his own blood. Stain raved about how Izuku was worthy despite telling him that he wasn't as good as he thought but Iida and Native were not. "No! Stop it! Get away!" The blade the man held was now leveled over Iida's head. Izuku felt the panic fill him. He couldn't move. He couldn't save them. It was almost as if it was on cue that flames came into Izuku's field of vision. Stain jumped backwards and Izuku craned his neck to look down the alleyway. Todoroki stood off back towards the way that he had originally came into the alley. His left hand was still lit up in flames while his phone was held in his right. "Tsk. Someone else to get in my way." Stain growled. "Today has been full of distractions." "Midoriya, you need to give more details than just your location in times like this. I was almost too late to stop this guy." Todoroki said. Izuku couldn't help it as his eyes ran over Todoroki's body. The younger boy now had a new hero costume. It was no longer the white one with the ice covering his left side but instead a blue jump suit with sleeves that only went to his elbows. Blue was a good color on Todoroki and it also hugged him in all the right places. "How did you even get here?" Midoriya found himself asking, pausing for a moment as he eyes widened as his gaze settled on Todoroki's left hand. "Wait... you're using your left side." He muttered in disbelief. Even after their match at the Sports Festival, Todoroki once again found himself battling internally and didn't use his flames in his fight with Bakugou. "You need to send more than your specific location." Todoroki stated as he sent out ice forcing the Hero Killer to jump out of the way. Midoriya was amazed as both him and Native were lifted on the ground and onto the safety of the nice. The dual haired boy ran ahead and towards Stain. "You're not one to send cryptic messages so I figured you were in trouble and came to help." He sent out a blast of flames, which caused some of the ice to melt. Both Midoriya and Native slid down the ice until they were now settled on the ground behind Todoroki. "You were just what they said you were but you won't be taking anymore lives, Hero Killer." Midoriya found himself once more looking Todoroki's body up and down. His face flushed as he realized what he was doing and not only in a dangerous battle with an equally dangerous villain. Midoriya, now is not the time to be checking out your not so secret crush. You are up against Stain and this is bad. Izuku thought as he had to finally rip himself out of his head and called out, "Todoroki, you can't let that guy get your blood. I think he controls his enemies actions by swallowing it. That's how he got us!" He yelled out. "So he ingests people's blood to paralyze them. That explains the blades. All I gotta do is keep my distance." Just as Todoroki finished speaking, a blade flew in his direction and managing to slice open his cheek directly on his scar. Todoroki's eyes widened as Stain jumped forward stating, "You have good friends, Ingenium." Todoroki at last minute raised a small wall of ice to keep the villain from stabbing him in the side. Both the Hero Killer and Todoroki looked up to see Stain's sword flying up into the air above them. Todoroki gasped as Stain grabbed the front of his jacket and jerked him forward. Stain went to lick Todoroki's cheek from where the trails of blood were flowing out of the cut. Todoroki felt his heart beat fast inside his chest as he activated his left side and forced Stain to jump back and away from him. Todoroki sent out an ice wall forcing the ice to cover most of the alley way and force the villain away from him. He flipped between using his right and left side as Iida spoke behind him. "I am Ingenium. The Hero Killer is mine."

Todoroki scoffed. "You're Ingenium now? The Ingenium I knew sure didn't have that look on his face. You have a dark side. Guess my family isn't the only one." Izuku groaned as he tried to force his body to move. He had to get up and help Todoroki. Todoroki would only be able to hold out for so long before Stain got the best of him. "Careful, Todoroki!" He yelled, pausing as he felt his fingers finally twitch. Todoroki sent out another ice wall, Stain cutting through it with ease with his sword. "You blocked your field of vision from an opponent that is faster than you. Rookie mistake, kid." Stain stated, putting his sword in front of him facing down as he launched himself towards the others. "Come get me than!" Todoroki exclaimed, his left arm engulfing in flames. He let out a gasp of pain as two knives pierced into the muscles of his left arm causing him to deactive his quirk. "You're good, kid," Stain paused, focusing on Native. "Unlike him." Todoroki went to move and paused at a flash of green lightning flew past him. "Midoriya!" Todoroki screamed as Midoriya and Stain collided with the wall of the alley. "I don't know why but I can move now!" Midoriya called out as the two continued on down the alley. Todoroki's eyes widened. "So he has a time limit." Native coughed. "No, that kid should have been the last to be able to move." The pro hero muttered. Midoriya fell down to the ground with Stain behind him. Todoroki's heart raced as he watched the green haired boy. He had to think quickly. "Midoriya, dodge!" The older boy jumped out of the way just in time for an line of ice going past him and after the Hero Killer. Todoroki held onto his bleeding arm as Midoriya kneeled down next to him. They quickly went over the information they knew about the Hero Killer before deducting that the effects of his quirk were based off blood type. Todoroki and Midoriya talked for a moment. Contemplating if they could grab the two still frozen behind them and run or stall. Stain had managed to dodge both Todoroki's ice and fire. He was too fast for them to be able to escape with the two in tow. Midoriya looked at Todoroki's bloodied arm before looking back to the villain. "No, you're losing to much blood. Let me distract him and you can help me from back here." Midoriya stated. Todoroki looked through the corner of his eye. His stomach filling with butterflies at the determined look on Midoriya's face. "You are wanting to take a big risk." He paused. If Midoriya thought that they could do this, he was behind him on it. "Let's do it. We can protect them." Midoriya launched himself back down the alley way as Todoroki sent out another barrage of ice. They could do this. x

They had done it. They had defeated the Hero Killer. Iida had managed to stand back up and joined in the fight. It had been Iida and Midoriya who made the final blows. They had just been released from the hospital and Todoroki and Midoriya stood in front of the hospital, waiting for the pro heroes they were interning with to arrive. Iida had already left with Manual so it just left the two of them. The two sat in silence for a moment but Midoriya took a glance over at Todoroki as he stared up at the clouds. Todoroki had definitely changed since that first day that Midoriya had met him. Oddly enough, he could see it in the younger teen's eyes. They were no longer the cold, distant look anymore. Now they held a shine and emotion flowed through them. Despite being angry, it was clear to him that Todoroki was content. "Hey, Todoroki." Midoriya whispered. Todoroki turned to look at him, causing the breath to catch in Midoriya's throat once again. Todoroki was still absolutely breath taking. The green haired boy found himself leaning in until his lips connected with another set of soft lips. Todoroki's eyes went wide and he tensed for a moment before he relaxed against Midoriya. Midoriya's hands found their way to the younger's hips while Todoroki snaked his arms around the other's neck. A second later, Midoriya pulled away and his face turned red. Todoroki's cheeks were dusted lightly over as he blinked. "Um, sorry... I've been wanting to do that since the first day I met you." Midoriya whispered. Todoroki smiled softly. "Don't apologize." He looked away bashfully, his face getting redder by the second. "I have too."

#dekutodo #tododeku #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #prompt fic #prompt fill #repost #fallenangelofhades #midnightphoenixdream

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armadil-lo · 5 years

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if when he sees me (3/6)

PREVIOUS // FIRST

Chapter Summary: He thinks about Shitty Hair a lot. Stupid things remind him of the other boy all the time - the colour red suddenly seems to be everywhere, and fine, it does fucking make him smile.

Being scared, however? That doesn’t sit right with Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki isn’t scared of anything, least of all facing some stupid crush.

My Notes: thank you all so so much for your patience while waiting for this chapter guys. i'm incredibly sorry for the almost four-month-long wait, but i must yet again make no promises on when the next update will be. motivation is fickle and i've always been terrible at juggling my responsibilities with my creative projects. i hope that the length and content of this chapter made up for the wait though <3

oh yeah. and happy birthday bakugou ;)

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Deku is practically hanging all over Katsuki as soon as he walks in the door.

Him and his half-and-half boyfriend are sitting on the couch in the living room when Katsuki gets home that night, watching something together. Deku looks up from where his head had been leaning on Todoroki’s shoulder. His eyes flicker from Katsuki, to the clock on the wall, and back again.

“You’re home pretty late, Kacchan,” he comments with a small smile. “Did they need you at the diner for a bit longer?”

“I went for a walk,” Katsuki replies flatly, heading over to the kitchen with his groceries.

“And bought food, I see,” Deku continues and Katsuki rolls his eyes. Todoroki also looks up from the television now, fixing him with a neutral expression but eyes glinting in curiosity. Because, of course, his flatmate knows better than anyone what his eating habits have been like recently - or rather, how he hasn’t been taking care of himself that well.

“I felt like fucking cooking, is that a crime?” Katsuki dumps his bags on the counter and glares at the couple.

“No,” Deku says. “Do you have enough for the three of us, by any chance? Shouto and I hadn’t made plans for dinner yet.”

Katsuki scoffs. “You’re a fucking leech, Deku.” He busies himself with unpacking the food he bought, filling up his shelves in the fridge and cupboard for the first time since the start of the summer. Neither of them say anything else, but he can feel their eyes on him.

After a moment, Katsuki sighs.

“Only if you help me chop the fucking vegetables,” he finally growls.

Deku hops up from the couch immediately, rushing over into the kitchen with a stupid fucking grin on his face.

“How is it that you’re always fucking here when I don’t even live with you anymore?” Katsuki grouches, begrudgingly handing the green-haired boy a bag of carrots.

“It’s your fault for introducing me to Shouto, Kacchan,” Deku states mildly. And the IcyHot bastard blows him a kiss from across the apartment, making Katsuki want to gag.

The two of them get to work making dinner together with minimal trouble. They’ve always been able to work well together when it came down to things, though their relationship is a lot less volatile now than it had been in middle school, or even early high school. Cooking together is easy - and, though Katsuki would loathe to admit it, something he’s actually missed since he and Deku lived together in their first year at Yuuei University.

Deku is adding the last ingredients to the stir-fry when Katsuki’s phone buzzes on the kitchen bench. He ignores it at first, but then it goes off again, and again in even intervals. A phone call.

He frowns, because there’s only one person that regularly calls him nowadays. Katsuki picks up his phone.

Ma, the contact on the screen reads.

He hits decline and places the cell face down.

“You’re still dodging her calls?” Deku asks quietly. Because of course he read the name on the phone over the blonde’s shoulder. Katsuki grunts in the affirmative. “She probably just wants to know how you’re doing, Kacchan.”

“I couldn’t fucking care less what she wants,” he snaps, jaw clenched.

“Okay.” Deku holds his hands up in defense. There’s a pause as Deku watches him mixing the vegetables and rice with maybe a little too much vigor. He holds his hand out for the wooden spoon. “Here, Kacchan, let me,” he offers gently.

Katsuki imagines for a moment how he would’ve reacted to this treatment five years ago. He probably would’ve blown up in Deku’s face, yelling and screaming. He might have even punched him back then, completely and utterly offended at the thought of his enemy looking down on him.

Now though, he makes eye contact with his friend, keeping his face guarded even if he knows Deku can read him like a book. Katsuki likes to think he’s still stubborn, but he relents after only a second at the expression on Deku’s face, handing the spoon over and stepping aside to let him finish off the cooking.

“So,” Deku starts after a minute, changing the subject. He glances up, a certain cheek in his smile now that Katsuki definitely doesn’t like.

“What?” he demands from where he’s grabbing plates and cutlery for the three of them.

“How’s Kirishima doing today?”

Katsuki nudges him sharply with his elbow, making the other boy merely chuckle. “None of your fucking business, nerd.”

“So then you have talked to him today?” he persists, smile growing by the second.

“Fucking hell. Yes, I have talked to that goddamn idiot,” Katsuki admits, stomping the few steps over to the table to set it up.

“Interesting,” Todoroki hums, moving from the sofa to the dining table, the tiniest of quirk to his lips.

“You shut the fuck up, IcyHot,” Katsuki seethes, feeling his cheeks get warm. “We literally just talked about what fucking gym he should go to.”

It’s not the whole truth though, because he’d been messaging Kirishima for pretty much the entire hour on his way home, and the conversation had taken many ridiculous turns in that time. He’s not going to let the two of them know that, however.

“Did you tell him about the Riot Rec Center?” Deku asks.

“Of course I fucking did.”

“But you know you could bump into him there, Kacchan, if you suggested he go to your regular gym?” Deku points out.

Katsuki thinks about it for a second. Admittedly, that hadn’t crossed his mind earlier, but he can’t really see it being a problem. “Unlikely,” he snorts, unphased. “Shitty Hair seemed pretty fucking interested in the rock climbing wall, and he’s probably more into weightlifting anyway. The RRC is huge, there’s no way we’d cross paths even if we are there at the same damn time. I don’t think he’s much of a swimmer, so he’d be nowhere near the fucking pool.”

“I can just imagine it. Bakugou would fall off the treadmill if he saw his mystery man there, Izuku,” the half-and-half asshole says, properly smirking now.

“Mystery man? Where do you get off, fucker?” Katsuki scowls at his flatmate. The couple both ignore him.

“I actually think Kacchan is the mystery man in this situation, Shouto. He is the one refusing to meet Kirishima after all.” The other asshole actually nods in agreement at that.

“I’ve already told you why I’m not meeting him, Deku!” he cries. “It’s a stupid idea to meet strangers from the internet - he doesn’t even fucking know me!”

“It seems like you’re starting to know him though,” Todoroki chimes in, “if you think you can peg him as being a weightlifter over a swimmer. Spend a lot of time admiring his muscles, hm, Bakugou?”

“What the fuck, Todoroki? He only has one blurry fucking photo on his profile!” he splutters.

Katsuki knows he must be bright red by now. Because he can’t deny that he has spent some time looking at the one picture he has of Kirishima. It seems like a group photo that’s been cropped and zoomed in so much it’s lost all definition, nothing much more discernible than a toothy smile and his offensive hair. His muscles aren’t really visible in it anyway - that was more an observation of his character and the things he’d been saying about the gym earlier.

“I bet you wish there were more pictures,” Deku sing-songs, finally coming over to serve up the food.

“Oh my god, fuck off! Both of you!”

The grilling about Kirishima doesn’t stop through dinner. The couple doesn’t get any more information out of him, but their teasing successfully grates on his nerves enough that he storms straight to his room as soon as he’s done eating.

And of course, because there’s nobody else to tell, the first thing he does is text Kirishima about it.

Bakugou (7:23): He’s just so fucking annoying about it. Acting as if me talking to you is the most exciting thing in his life right now.

Kirishima (7:23): and this is your best friend? >.>

Bakugou (7:24): Well. Yeah. But don’t fucking tell Deku that. He’d probably cry, knowing him, the nerd.

Kirishima (7:24): aw, he sounds sweet! ^.^ you said you’ve known him since you were kids?

Katsuki worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s been trying this whole time not to give too much information about himself to Kirishima, yet here he is venting about something that happened in his personal life. Telling him about Deku is fine though, Katsuki reasons. It’s a friendship Katsuki no longer shies away from, is comfortable discussing.

(And anyway, Deku isn’t even the nerd’s real name, so it’s not like Kirishima could track him down and hurt him to get to Katsuki if he did turn out to be some sort of psycho murderer.)

He deems it a safe subject for the time being, and replies again.

Bakugou (7:25): Toddlers actually. We grew up in the same neighbourhood.

Kirishima (7:26): he’s probably just happy for you, katsuki! if you’ve only had the one best friend for your whole life, then i reckon he’s pretty proud of you for finally branching out a bit! and i gotta say that i’m pretty happy that it’s me :D

Katsuki bites down on his lip, frowning. That feels wrong somehow. Sure, the green-haired idiot might be proud of him or whatever. But it feels like a lie to have Kirishima believe things between him and Deku have always been like this. Their explosive relationship in school was a large part of his reputation, and played a huge role in many people’s first impressions of him. It’s kind of always been something people just knew about, and suddenly it’s weird that Kirishima doesn’t.

Bakugou (7:28): That’s... not entirely correct.

Kirishima (7:28): ?? what do you mean? O.o

And so he types. Tells Kirishima the truth. All of it.

Katsuki used to be a piece of shit to Deku. He knows it, Deku knows it. Uraraka witnessed the tail end of things in high school, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Todoroki had been told about it by now too.

He mentions their rocky childhood - a feeling of superiority as a youngster, only accentuated by the praise he’d receive from teachers, lead to him seeing Deku as weak, as lesser. The bullying was almost arbitrary; a shove here, a mock there. Mostly though, he tells Kirishima about middle and high school. Because no matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to get rid of the nerd. And it grated on him. How scared Deku was of him sometimes and yet how determined he’d be at others. How the insults and threats grew worse, more serious, punctuated now with physical altercations here and there too. Eventually everything boiled over though. The stresses of school, adolescence and home life piled up for the both of them, until a brutal physical and verbal fight in the middle of the night brought things to some sort of resolution. They had a mutual understanding after that somehow, that turned into civility over time, and friendship a couple years later. Deku may have forgiven Katsuki for the things he did and said all that time ago, but Katsuki himself has not forgotten.

He presses send without re-reading the message, then flops down on his bed and tosses his phone off to the side to wait for Shitty Hair’s reaction. Katsuki throws an arm over his eyes with a heavy sigh. He’s not really sure why he told Kirishima that. He certainly wasn’t planning on it when he first brought up Deku. Maybe he just wants to destroy the perfect image the idiot seems to have of him in his head; Katsuki doesn’t deserve that. And if they’re going to keep talking, even if Katsuki never tells Kirishima another thing about himself ever again, he thinks the other boy at least needed to know about that.

Eventually, the phone vibrates.

Kirishima (7:44): wow.

No emoji. That’s bad. Shitty Hair’s messages always have emojis in them.

Bakugou (7:44): Still happy you’re talking to me now?

Katsuki is positive he’s about to receive a notification saying that Kirishima has unmatched, or even straight up blocked, him.

Kirishima (7:44): of course i am! :’)

Wait.

What.

Kirishima (7:45): it was really manly of you to tell me that. clearly you’re putting the effort into befriending him to make up for the stuff you did to him when you were younger. i can admire that. :)

Kirishima is too nice. Too fucking nice and naive for his own good. Fuck. Katsuki doesn’t deserve that, he knows he doesn’t.

Bakugou (7:46): You are such a fucking idiot, Shitty Hair. Like, the biggest fucking idiot.

Kirishima (7:47): why? for still wanting to be your friend? everybody makes mistakes, katsuki - you’re only human! you might call my hair shitty and tell me to fuck off a lot, but you also ask me questions and make suggestions like buying a fan or telling me what gym to go to. i get the impression you’re the kind of guy who wouldn’t still be talking to me if you didn’t want to. so, i’m not just happy, i’m honoured! :’D

“Fucking hell,” Katsuki mutters aloud.

Katsuki starts to feel like a broken record. Between Deku and Round Face, Dunce Face and occasionally even the IcyHot bastard, he’s constantly having to repeat why he doesn’t want to meet Kirishima in person. It’s tiresome - sometimes all they need to do is make a face or raise an eyebrow while Katsuki is on his phone and it sets him off. It all seems perfectly logical to him, but none of his so-called friends seem to understand it.

And so it becomes almost a game, for Uraraka at least, that every day when he comes in to work he has a new reason as to why he won’t meet with Shitty Hair in the hopes that one of them will eventually get through her thick skull.

“He could be a criminal. Some sort of deranged psychopath, or an escaped convict. I’m not fucking going out with someone who has a record.”

But she always seems to have a counter argument of some kind.

“That’s why you meet him in public,” Uraraka shrugs. “Easy solution. Plus, you do know people used to call you a deranged psychopath in high school, right?”

(That earns her a flick on the forehead so powerful it leaves a mark.)

“He could be colourblind,” Katsuki points out another time. “In fact, I’m ninety nine percent sure that he is.”

“Why is that?” Uraraka asks as she rearranges the baked goods inside the cabinet.

“Because of his hair!” Katsuki punctuates this with an aggressive wipe on the glass right in front of her face. She blinks up at him from behind it. “He’s clearly fucking colourblind and if he can’t tell how obnoxiously offensive his hair colour is, then he must be an untrustworthy fucking snake,” he all but growls.

Round Face only shakes her head at him and places a tray of fresh muffins on the shelf. “Dyeing your hair bright colours doesn’t make someone colourblind, Bakugou. And being colourblind isn’t a part of someone’s personality, so it doesn’t automatically make him shady or two-faced, or whatever it is you’re trying to imply.”

(He doesn’t like the glint in her eyes whenever she looks at him for the rest of that day.)

One morning Katsuki storms into the diner in a fury and simply declares, “He eats the cookie before the cream! What the actual fuck is wrong with him?”

“Huh?” Uraraka looks up from counting the money in the register.

“Oreos, Angelface,” Katsuki clarifies. “He eats the fucking cookie first.”

“Unacceptable,” she deadpans in response.

“I know!” he cries, throwing his hands in the air. “He’s a fucking maniac!”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Is the world really going to end just because he does that?”

“No, but there’s no way in hell I want to fucking witness it.” Katsuki walks past her now to get changed, satisfied with his point being made.

“So you’re not meeting him because you don’t like the way he eats oreos?” she asks his retreating figure.

“Exactly,” he calls over his shoulder as he rounds the corner.

“You’re overreacting!” Katsuki hears her yell after him when he walks through the kitchen. He decides to pretend he didn’t hear that.

(He also decides to pretend not to hear every time she calls him ridiculous and dramatic during that particular shift, too.)

Katsuki scrunches his nose up at a message from Kirishima while Angelface is serving customers across the restaurant. After she’s put their order in, he puts his phone away and tells her, “Shitty Hair is too friendly, he’s probably really fucking embarrassing to be around in real life. I bet he’s the kind of guy who calls waiters by their first name. Doesn’t it weird you out when people do that?”

Uraraka squints suspiciously at him. “You know he probably only calls you by your first name because he’s trying to flirt with you, right?”

He huffs and crosses his arms. She must have gotten that tidbit from Deku. “Well, what kind of guy even uses a fucking dating app seriously, anyway?” Katsuki grumbles.

“Hm, I don’t know. Maybe someone who’s bored and lonely.”

(She says it flippantly enough, but her gaze is pointed.)

Eventually, his comments stop having any kind of effect on her at all. He’s been talking to Kirishima every single day for over two weeks, and he knows she watches him sometimes when he’s texting at work. He’s running out of good reasons to give her, because he honestly wasn’t expecting his and Kirishima’s messaging to continue for this long anyway. The more Katsuki gets to know Shitty Hair, the more it feels like he’s grasping for straws. But he’s not giving up that easily - he’s still determined not to fucking meet him, no matter what Round Face says.

“What if he decides that he’s suddenly allowed to ask me really gross personal questions? He thinks there’s no fucking boundaries in person because I give in to meeting him, but he’s really just one of those fucking assholes that makes people super uncomfortable?”

Even as he’s saying it, it feels wrong. He can’t picture Kirishima being anything but kind, if maybe a bit boisterous. His reasons are all but lies now, and Katsuki thinks he’s not the only one who picks up on it today.

Uraraka sighs heavily from across the restaurant and puts down what she’s doing to come over to him. She meets his gaze, jaw set and a serious expression on her face. But there’s a softness Katsuki sees in her eyes - a concern that has him instinctually bristling.

“Has Kirishima ever done anything like that to you yet?” she asks plainly.

Katsuki purses his lips. “No,” he tells her begrudgingly.

“No, because if he pushed you like that, you probably wouldn’t still be talking to him.”

It’s not a question, so Katsuki doesn’t answer her. They both know she’s right anyway.

“I’m going to level with you, Bakugou,” she drops her volume enough that the concern leaks through into her tone now too. “Deku-kun and I have been talking a lot about this. He doesn’t want to interfere too much, but do you want to know what I think?”

He doesn’t. Yet he doesn’t open his mouth to say so.

“I think you’re scared.”

“What the fuck?” he chokes out, hating the way his voice cracks.

“I think,” she continues solemnly, “that you’re scared of him getting close to you, because you actually really like him.”

Katsuki is reeling. “Don’t be ridiculous, Round Face,” he manages. “That’s fucking stupid.”

She’s quiet as she lets him gather himself. He doesn’t know why her words have affected him so much but suddenly he can’t even hear, let alone think, over the ringing in his ears. A customer walks in at that moment and he turns away from her, fiddling uselessly with the coffee machine.

The man orders something to take with him from the cabinet and is gone within a minute, but it’s enough time for Katsuki to take some deep breaths and get his bearings again. When he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder, familiar anger bubbles up in his throat.

“He makes you smile, Bakugou,” Uraraka says softly. “Not a lot of things do nowadays.” He turns his head and fixes her with a glare. The corners of her lips quirk upwards. “See?”

Katsuki shrugs her hand off and faces her head on once more, making a show of rolling his eyes. “You’re just being stupid, Round Face. Like I keep fucking telling you all, I don’t even know the guy.”

Katsuki grits his teeth as he watches her lift her chin stubbornly and square her shoulders.

“That’s the thing though - I think you do,” she protests. “I think you just don’t want him to know you. You’re an acquired taste, Bakugou, and you know it. If Kirishima decides he doesn’t like that when he meets you in person, well. There goes your ‘summer past time’ as you’re so adamant to call him. I know he means more to you than that.”

Katsuki swallows roughly. They stare each other down in silence for a moment. He can’t even say anything. Because saying something would be admitting she’s right about that too. He knows she’d hear the lie in his voice if he tried to deny it.

Fuck, and he’d been doing such a good job of denying it to himself too.

In truth, he does really like talking to Kirishima. At first, messaging him was genuinely just something to do with his time. But he quickly found himself enamoured by the other boy, God fucking knows why. And look, he won’t say it’s all connected, but he’s started actually doing things again these past couple weeks. He went back to the pool at the Riot Rec Center for the first time in months the other night after work. He’s been cooking more, taking longer routes home just for the sake of it, actually coming out of his room to talk to Todoroki and Deku sometimes. He’s been feeling a lot more like himself again. And on top of all of that, talking to Kirishima gives him something to look forward to. He anticipates the buzz in his pocket at work, pulling his cell out at the first chance he gets to see what inane thing Kirishima has said this time. They talk for hours every night; mostly Kirishima rambling about nothing and Katsuki content to message some jab or ask a question every now and then too.

He thinks about Shitty Hair a lot. Stupid things remind him of the other boy all the time - the colour red suddenly seems to be everywhere, and fine, it does fucking make him smile.

Being scared, however? That doesn’t sit right with Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki isn’t scared of anything, least of all facing some stupid crush.

So he shoulders past Uraraka. He’d tell her she’s wrong, but he can’t have this conversation anymore.

The two of them don’t talk for the rest of the afternoon. When Dunce Face arrives a few hours later, Katsuki stalks into the changing room and grabs his bag without a word. Uraraka’s father, prepping for tonight’s dinner rush, raises an eyebrow as he hastily scurries through the kitchen without even getting out of his uniform.

Uraraka offers Katsuki a small smile as he leaves. He averts his gaze.

Katsuki goes straight home, directly into his room, and locks the door behind him. He takes his phone out of his pocket for the first time since the conversation, but he purposely doesn’t look at the screen as he plugs it in to charge and places it face down on his desk.

Then he crawls into bed.

The sun gets lower, the evening light gets dimmer, and then it’s dark outside and Katsuki is lucky the aircon still works in his and IcyHot’s apartment because he knows it wasn’t forecasted to cool down very much overnight.

Katsuki ignores the way his stomach growls, ignores Deku’s voice outside his door, ignores the thoughts that just won’t shut up. His phone vibrates periodically on his desk for the first few hours, but he ignores that too and eventually it stops.

The road outside his window quiets. He hears Todoroki’s bedroom door shut down the hall. His bones feel heavy and his mind still won’t fucking shut up.

Katsuki tosses and turns for what could have been minutes or months. He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, eyes wide open. He doesn’t know what time it is.

The world around him has been still and quiet for so long that he jumps when something penetrates through his inner turmoil.

A buzz from the desk. The first in what could have been hours or years.

Katsuki’s feet are swinging out of bed and padding across the room before he even knows it. The first thing he sees when he looks at his phone is the time. Katsuki grimaces at the early morning hour.

The second thing he sees is the message from Kirishima that he just received.

Kirishima (3:17): do you ever get homesick?

Katsuki frowns. Where did that fucking come from? Taking the phone back with him to bed, he opens up their message thread to see if he missed anything leading up to the question. But nothing seems out of the ordinary - just a couple updates on what Kirishima was doing that afternoon, one asking if Katsuki was held up at work, a few more saying he assumed Katsuki is just busy tonight and they’ll catch up tomorrow. He feels bad now, admittedly, for not replying all day, but Shitty Hair’s messages don’t actually sound too hurt by that at least.

He rereads the newest text so many times he starts to see the words behind his eyelids when he blinks.

Kirishima (3:17): do you ever get homesick?

He has no idea what possessed Shitty Hair to send him a message like this. Was it meant to be another one of his dumb conversation starters? Just some random thought that popped into his mind?

Another message comes in as he’s staring at the screen.

Kirishima (3:21): nevermind. please ignore that.

It clicks, and Katsuki suddenly gets the feeling that Kirishima needs him right now. There’s no fucking way he’s going to ignore that - what kind of person would he be if he did?

Bakugou (3:22): No, I don’t, but I’m from around here. Why?

He breathes a sigh of relief at the quick reply. Kirishima doesn’t even ask about the lack of responses earlier, or why Katsuki is still awake now.

Kirishima (3:22): you still live at home? you’re so lucky man omg

Bakugou (3:23): Fuck no. I got the fuck out of the old hag’s house as soon as I could.

Kirishima (3:24): oh shit, sorry. not a good relationship with your parents then?

Katsuki tells himself he’s simply tired, tired, tired as he types out the words and presses send before he can regret it.

Bakugou (3:24): We’re too similar. She wanted me to go into real estate like my dad, but she knew I never would.

It’s not something he would’ve told Shitty Hair twelve hours ago maybe. But he’s been trying and failing to sleep literally all night, he’s just tired and not thinking straight, that’s all.

Kirishima (3:25): oh, what are you doing instead of real estate? you mentioned you’re at ua too, but i don’t think you said what for

Bakugou (3:26): I’m studying chemistry. Fuck selling houses.

Kirishima (3:26): you’re a chem major? damn, you must be really smart :o

The sight of the little emoji makes Katsuki let out a rush of air he didn’t know he was holding. But he bites his lip immediately after, because he still doesn’t know why this conversation started or why Kirishima was clearly so upset he couldn’t bring himself to use emojis in the first place.

Bakugou (3:27): I am, now shut up and stop changing the subject. You said you were homesick before?

Kirishima (3:29): oh. it’s not a big deal, katsuki, don’t worry.

Kirishima (3:29): :)

But the fact that the smiley is added on, almost like an afterthought, only makes him worry more.

Bakugou (3:30): It’s a big enough deal that you’re awake and messaging me about it at 3 in the goddamn morning. So spill it.

Kirishima (3:31): really, i’m fine. i just miss my parents a little bit i guess.

Humming, Katsuki wishes he could relate to the issue enough to give Kirishima some solid advice. Instead, he writes the only solution he can think of.

Bakugou (3:32): Call them?

Kirishima (3:32): i do, i do! it’s just not the same as being able to hug them in person though, y’know?

Katsuki doesn’t know. But he replies in the affirmative anyway.

Kirishima (3:35): i guess i’m used to missing my sisters, because they moved out way before i did. but they both stayed in the same city at least? i literally moved four hours away from them all just to follow mina.

Bakugou (3:36): And for Yuuei.

Kirishima (3:38): sure. i know, ua is a great university. but i could’ve done geology somewhere closer to home if i’d actually looked. i just decided ua was where i was going to study after my gap year, i didn’t even really think about the distance from home until i got here

Kirishima (3:38): sometimes i wonder if i made the right choice coming all the way out here.

Katsuki feels like he’s been slapped in the face. Everything stills for a moment as he reads over Kirishima’s words. Regret isn’t an emotion Katsuki is overly familiar with, but it’s definitely not something he ever thought Kirishima would express. Shitty Hair is usually so upbeat, so positive about everything. To hear him in this much distress makes something in Katsuki’s chest tug painfully.

Before he knows it, he’s typing furiously.

Bakugou (3:42): Bullshit. What happened to all that manly ‘a life led without regret’ crap? Everyone has to move out of home eventually, Shitty Hair. You’ve only been in the city for like a month. You haven’t even started studying yet. Of course it’s going to be a big fucking change from living at home with your parents, you’re twenty years old and this is the first time you’ve been away from them for this long. You need to give yourself more fucking time to adjust and stop being so hard on yourself about it. Your family isn’t going to stop loving you or anything because you’ve moved a few hours away from them. From what you’ve told me, they actually sound really fucking supportive. So be grateful, and just make the most of it when you go home to visit. You’ve got Ashido, and you’ll meet heaps of people when the semester starts, and you’ve fucking got me too, so everything will just work itself out, alright?

The time it takes Shitty Hair to read and reply to his wall of text has Katsuki anxiously checking his phone every ten seconds to see if there’s been a response yet, wondering if maybe he said too much. One comes several minutes later after he’s all but chewed through his bottom lip.

Kirishima (3:48): you’re actually so right, katsuki. i’m sorry.

Bakugou (3:48): Don’t be.

Kirishima (3:49): okay :’) thank you for talking to me, i seriously feel heaps better now after reading that. i’m really glad i know you dude. ^.^

Katsuki feels his cheeks warm and tries his best to stifle the smile rising on his face, despite nobody else being around.

Bakugou (3:50): It’s fine. Get some sleep now, Kirishima.

Kirishima (3:53): you too! goodnight katsuki xx

Katsuki locks his phone without responding and this time tosses it onto the ground somewhere near his bed. He squeezes his eyes shut, puts his hand over his face, and curls into a ball. Try as he might, he’s unable to dampen the overwhelming feelings that rise in his throat.

If Katsuki thought he’d be able to get any sleep after talking with Kirishima when he picked up his phone half an hour ago, he was dead fucking wrong. Because now he spends the rest of the night tossing and turning anyway, going over all of the possible meanings and implications behind what was at the end of Kirishima’s last message to him.

Katsuki would swear to the moon and back that it’s because of the lack of sleep he finds himself letting his guard down far too easily the following day.

In total, he maybe only gets about an hour or two of sleep. He trudges into the empty diner five minutes late for his shift and meets Uraraka’s stern expression with a defeated sigh.

“You got in my head,” he admits yet again. Her gaze turns sympathetic, the scolding he was about to receive falling from her lips. “I definitely have a crush on Kirishima.”

He lets Angelface give him a hug.

And when he’s talking to Shitty Hair in the changing room after work later that day, all it takes is one mention of Mina texting him something funny for Katsuki to realise that he’s lost the other boy’s number from when he messaged it that one time. So with no hesitation, he finds himself typing out his own number and pressing send.

Bakugou (4:05): Do not make me regret this.

The text is instantaneous.

UNKNOWN NUMBER [16:05]: uwu what’s this? >.>

Katsuki [16:07]: Never fucking say that to me again, or I will block you.

UNKNOWN NUMBER [16:07]: haha dw xD at least i can delete that app now though! thank god haha

What? Why is he so keen to delete the app? Katsuki’s never heard Shitty Hair complain about it? He’s always assumed Kirishima was talking to other people on the app as well. Unless he wasn’t…?

Katsuki desperately wants to ask, but doesn’t.

Katsuki [16:08]: Already put that garbage app in the fucking trash can where it belongs.

Katsuki slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way through the kitchen, fingers hovering over the new contact options for a bit too long as he debates what name to give Shitty Hair in his phone.

Just as he hits the save contact button, he receives another text.

Kiri [16:09]: oh! you need a new picture of me for my photo in your phone! :’D

Katsuki [16:09]: What? I literally don’t even fucking use contact photos, idiot.

Kiri [16:09]: <IMAGE ATTACHED>

Katsuki stops dead in his tracks right as he rounds the corner.

The photo is a selfie of Kirishima, complete with a big grin and peace sign. It’s clearer than the one from the dating app, and closer up. His hair is falling down around his face rather than gelled up in spikes. The natural lighting makes the red a softer colour; less harsh on the eyes, more like a warm glow framing his face. It matches Kirishima’s eyes.

A low whistle over Katsuki’s shoulder breaks him out of his trance. “Damn, he’s attractive, Kacchan.”

“Yeah,” he breathes without even thinking. He feels the other person lean out of his space and whips his head up to meet the amused look on Kaminari’s face. Katsuki’s face warms. “I- Fuck off, Dunce Face! I told you to stop fucking calling me that!”

“Hey man, I’m just stating the facts here.” Kaminari raises his hands in surrender, but there’s a shit-eating smirk on his awful face.

“Whatever,” Katsuki growls and shoulders past him.

But he isn’t wrong, Katsuki concedes later, when it’s past midnight and he’s lying in his room with all of the lights off, just holding his phone and staring at the photo Kirishima sent him. He’s tired, his eyelids are heavy, and yet he keeps on staring.

Kirishima has a defined jaw, but it’s cancelled out by round cheeks and overall quite boyish features. Small nose and tiny eyebrows above his big, round eyes framed by dark eyelashes. The smile on his face is enthusiastic, all sharp teeth, but there’s something quite charming about it. His skin looks soft to the touch, looks sunkissed, like it might be slightly darker than Katsuki’s. There are callouses on the hand making the peace sign that are just begging to be traced by his own. A black and white patterned bandana on Kirishima’s forehead keeps the loose locks from falling into his face. It looks like he’s shirtless because Katsuki can see the top of his broad shoulders, the dip of his collarbone disappearing at the edge of the screen.

Katsuki’s phone buzzes and his eyes shift to the notification at the top of the screen.

Kiri [00:44]: no i promise, it was this angry little ball of fluff and it hissed at me but then it let me pat it and it was adorable!! ^.^

Katuski rolls his eyes and opens the text to reply.

Katsuki [00:45]: I have no idea why people are surprised you’re a cat person when you never fucking shut up about them after you see one.

Ignoring the upturn of his lips, Katsuki goes back into his photos and opens the selfie of Kirishima again. This time, he notices a small pointed scar above Kirishima’s right eye and is suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to press his lips to it and ask how it happened.

Katsuki sighs.

He makes you smile, Bakugou, Uraraka’s words from yesterday echo in his mind. Not a lot of things do nowadays.

Without giving himself time to think it through anymore, he sets the photo as Kirishima’s contact picture and tosses his cellphone to one side of the bed.

Then hesitates.

Shakes his head.

Mutters, “I’m so fucked.”

Katsuki scrambles to pick up his phone again and sets the damn photo as his home screen too.

#kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #armadillos can write #my fanfic #me: *turns up four months late with starbucks in one hand and doubles the word count of the whole fic* sup

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