#katsuki at some point when staring at deku’s freckles: “i just need to fucking eat them”

[voidlessmaze]

i feel like bakugou would have the worst case of cute aggression known to man. like he would look at deku and just have the urge to bite his face because he has these huge green puppy eyes and adorable freckles and bakugou just doesn’t know how to deal with it. like his first instinct is just to pinch and squeeze and bite and i can imagine that he wouldn’t even make the connection at first. he’d be so confused about it. he’d probably just go “wtf is my problem with deku again? why do i want to hurt him!? i thought i left that behind me” and he’d feel so bad about it like boy no honey no you’re just emotionally overwhelmed

[shorkbrian]

How about some barbarian bakugo noncon?

Prelude - One time I came home from a walk and smelled this scent so freaking thick that I could taste it, and I almost threw up cause it smelled like skinning a deer but like, ten times worse?? and I was like lol that’s kinda weird and it turns out the neighbor had caught a skunk in a catch-and-release trap (which we gave him cause we didn’t want him catching a skunk in a trap that’d kill it) and apparently decided to kill it right then and there, and just let it by the edge of his property, right by my car. That was fun. 

Anyways, Katsuki makes a big deal about reader looking different in this. You can take that any way you’d like. Personally, I was feeling insecure about my freckles (I have so many that my skin almost looks even-toned because they almost all touch rip) and my hair color/odd face so I wrote him liking that reader looked different. It’s not super deep lol

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader X slight Izuku Midoriya

Warnings - NSFW, dubcon, noncon, voyerisum, exhibistionism, blood mention lol. Idk groping?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=OPHwLWXrTsiNQ42SlMKLEg

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There is a point where you stop screaming.

A point when you realize that no one is coming to save you, that you’re wasting your breath, that it’s fruitless. Does nothing more than raw your throat and grate against your own ears.

It’s no use. The Barbarian King seems unaffected, perhaps even spurred on by your ear-splitting screams. There’s no reason to scream anymore - it’d be impossible to scream forever.

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Village in flames, corpses littering the streets. You’d heard about the stench of death from books, from traveling warriors who stop in your village for a night, regaling the people with tales of heroics and strength. It smelled quite different from what you had imagined though.

Metallic, yes, but tangy, thick enough for you to taste the iron seeping into the ground. Raw, like the scent of the butcher’s shop, heavy and suffocating - you hadn’t been able to breathe.

Everything had happened so fast, too fast. People were dead, people were dying, people were killing and being killed. You had been running, trying to escape the stifling aroma of your village being drained, the barbarians running amok through the streets leeching out it’s lifeblood.

Then you had been falling, tripped up by a loose limb on the ground, a body still warm and rattling with it’s last breaths. Shocked by the vivid image of the gore underneath you, a man reaching for his severed arm, you hadn’t been able to catch yourself as you fell, a cry leaving your lips.

Darkness.

And then light as you slowly blinked to awareness, slumped on the ground. A line of prisoners, prizes from the raid. You were one of them, hands bound to your neck, ankles tied to the people on either side of you. Two men had come by after a while, a green haired man in dress similar to your own - perhaps a captured man from the village?

The other man was bare chested, as many of the barbarians were, gold and red paint swirled across his skin in intricate, sharp patterns. He looked fearsome, and he barked at the green haired man accompanying him who scribbled furiously onto paper at each utterance of the fearsome blonde man.

They seemed to be going down the lengthy line of prisoners, assigning them? Selecting them for something? You didn’t know, couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were numb, sealed off from the horrific event you had just experienced, safe within your cocoon of forced apathy.

And then the two men were in front of you, the blonde man silent as he stared you down, the green haired man with his pen poised, though he studied you also.

But they quickly moved on, the barbarian barking something at his companion, before striding to the next prisoner.

You had been untied from your fellow captives, led through the barbarian camp. Red tents, warm fires and laughter filled the space, bare-chested warriors of both genders celebrating their recent victory.

The large red tent you had been led to was warm, a fire crackling in the deep pit in the center, silky furs softening the harshness of the ground. There was a table in front of the fire, a large basin filled with water nearby, close to the fire. A desk in the corner, near the tent flap, and a folding screen hiding the back of the tent from view.

Promptly tied to the leg of a table, you were left alone, the woman who had dragged you here leaving before you could ask what was happening.

Shortly, green hair popped through the tent flap, quickly followed by the rest of the man from earlier, the one dressed like your people.

“Izuku Midoriya!” He had introduced himself, giving a little flourish as he bowed, before being pushed aside as the fearsome blonde from before entered the tent.

Still tied to the leg of the table, numb to the world, you merely stared at the ground when the two men approached.

“What’s your name?” The green haired man - Izuku - asked.

He was met with a blank stare.

The blonde man growled at your lack of answer, spitting something in his native tongue, words you didn’t understand. Izuku seemed to shrink, before turning to address you again.

“Please tell us your name. Kacchan is not the most patient man.”

The fearsome man beside him bared his teeth towards you, and you shrank back. He did not seem the type of person who tolerated being left waiting.

“(Y/N)….” You whispered, eyes falling to the ground.

“(Y/N), ah! Such an interesting name, the first part means-“ Izuku was cut off from his ramble with a shove from the blond man - Kacchan - who crouched down in front of you, rolling your name around his tongue.

Turning, he spoke to Izuku in the same jumbled language, who listened, then addressed you as Kacchan turned back to study you again.

“Kacchan would like to know uhm, uuh.....” Izuku trailed off, uncertain eyes flickering between you and the blonde.

Kacchan scoffed, listening to Izuku’s hesitancy with disdain, saying something directed at the younger man, yet Kacchan’s eyes were fixed on you the entire time. It was intimidating.

“He uh, wants to know ifyou’reavirgin.”

Oh god.

Even though the man’s words were rushed, you understood, limbs beginning to shake. You were going to be violated.

A finger poking your calf made you jump, the blonde man leering at you, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised as if to say “Well?”

You shook your head - lovers had existed in your life, not many, but you still cherished each one deeply, thought back on the experiences you shared fondly.

When relayed this information, the blonde man seemed to grin even wider, rising to his feet. “This will be easier then, no need to go slow.”

With a gasp, you lifted your gaze, wide eyes taking in the man hovering above you. His words were completely forgotten as you took in the shock of understanding his words. He spoke your tongue? Wasn’t he using an interpreter? Why-?

The confusion must be apparent on your face, because Kacchan scoffed, turning to stride to the table, taking a seat facing the fire.

“It pays to play dumb.”

“Loose lipped locals give information more freely when they assume that Kacchan can’t understand them.” Izuku beamed, crouching down in the Barbarian’s previous place to begin untying the rope binding your hands and feet to the table leg.

“Stand up for me please.”

You did as Izuku asked, shakily rising to your feet with a helping hand from Izuku on your arm. He began leading you towards the basin nearby, Kacchan watching the two of you with sharp eyes.

“Do you need help with the fastenings?” Giving Izuku a confused look, your eyes fell to the basin, to the fire, to Kacchan seated at the table. Were they going…. Were they going to boil you alive? Eat you?

Trembling even harder now, it was only Izuku’s surprisingly strong grip on your arm that kept you upright, knees giving out beneath you.

“Help her out, she’s damn near useless.” Kacchan’s strong voice cut through the air, the air that seemed too thick, the air that was choking you, throat closing up.

What does one even do in this situation? Do you beg for your life? Scream for help? Who would come? Accept your inevitable fate?

There was no time to make a decision, however, because Izuku’s nimble fingers were pulling at the fastening of your dress, quickly unlacing it.

You were numb again, fingers leaden, legs heavy, mind fuzzy and listless. Izuku peeled down the top of your dress, and you barely thought to cover yourself - you’d be dead in minutes anyways, what did it matter?

Still, your hands rose to your breasts, shielding them from view involuntarily. Kacchan snorted from his sweat, but said nothing.

When you were completely bare, an arm over your chest, a hand over your sex, Izuku ushered you towards the basin, prompting you to step into it.

This was it, you were going to die.

One last shot of fear raced up your spine, and you turned to the green haired man by your side, his hand falling away from the small of your back. “Please, please don’t kill me, I don’t know what I did but please spare my life. Please, I’m sorry.”  Tears were burning your vision, throat choked up with thickness.

Kacchan burst into laughter. “I’m not gonna kill you, the fuck?! Goddamn, your people call us barbarians yet you’re afraid of a bath, fucking hypocrites.” There was a mirthful glint in his eyes when you looked at him, the man leaning back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he relaxed.

Izuku chuckled also, putting his hand on your lower back again, gently pushing you towards the basin. “You’ll be okay, it’s just some warm water. It’s close to the fire because we don’t want you to catch a chill. You know, the human body actually operates best when it’s within the temperatures of-“

“Deku, shut your trap before I come kick your ass, just get the girl into the water, you dumb fuck.”

The water was warm, and it felt pleasant against your skin, just on the right side of too warm, hot enough to have you relaxing your shoulders as you sank down lower, the liquid covering you up to your neck.

Izuku-Deku? Held your hair out of the way, quickly using a scoop to wet down the strands before rubbing some kind of herbal scrub through your scalp, cleaning out the dirt and debris that had gathered during the raid. You were certain you were absolutely filthy, covered in mud and small scraps, half of your side crusted with dried blood and muck from falling in the bloody street.

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at your earlier panic, silly and like a stupid child, thinking that they were going to boil and eat you. It was clear now what their intent had been, but riddled with fear your thoughts had been clouded and slow.

Fear was still present, rolling through your brain in waves, goosebumps rising from your flesh as you tried to hypothesize what was going to happen to you. From their earlier questioning, you had a faint idea, but you couldn’t bear to think about that outcome, didn’t know if you could tolerate it.

Instead, you let the warm water soothe your body, washing away the grime and dust. Izuku’s hands were gentle in your hair, as he massaged your scalp, as he rinsed out the soap. You tried to ignore how his breath hitched whenever you shifted - you couldn’t keep all of your body covered, no matter how you positioned yourself.

His hands disappeared from your hair, instead prompting your to sit up straight so he could scrub at your body with a cloth smelling of the herbal soap.

It felt weird, and goosebumps arose on your skin as strange hands touched your body. You closed your eyes and endured, for there was nothing else that could be done.

Running would be a bad idea - a naked woman sprinting through the barbarian camp would surely be caught and violated, or brought back to this tent for some twisted punishment. And you could only run if you managed to get past the two men, who ere watching you like hawks, and much, much stronger than you.

Izuku’s hands paused briefly at your chest, eyes flickering over to the blonde man, who nodded in permission. Then Izuku’s hand were running the cloth across your breasts, washing them in gentle circular motions, taking care to not scrub too hard or push too deep.

You bit your tongue as you waited for it to be over.

And it was soon, at least that part. Then the green haired man was instructing you up on your knees, facing him. Telling you to grab onto his shoulder (the man was also kneeling) and spread your legs apart.

Trembling limbs obeyed, face flushing bright red as you followed his commands, eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his own flushed face.

He ran the cloth down your back, over your ass, then slipped it between your legs to wash your sex with easy swipes of the cloth. The man’s breathing picked up subtly, and you could tell, leaning up against him as you were. His hands wandered, the cloth moving slower and slower upon your cunt, almost stroking at your folds, his fingers pressing through the cloth.

“Oi, Deku! Keep your shitty hands to yourself, you’re supposed to be washing her up, not feeling her up, shitbrain.” Kacchan barked, slamming his fist down against the table to get Izuku’s attention.

Both you and the man in front of you jumped, Izuku immediately blushing the deepest red you’d ever seen, flashing the blonde an apologetic look and you a nervous smile, before he seemed to gather himself, continuing to dutifully cleanse your nether regions.

It was awkward for the both of you, feeling his hands run over your private areas, over your sex, through your ass cheeks. But then he was down, rinsing you off with scoops of warm water before fetching a large towel, ushering you out of the basin, holding out the towel to wrap around your body when you stepped out.

Then you were ushered closer to the fire, sat upon a small stool as you huddled close to the warmth, clutching the towel tightly around you. The air was quite warmer than outside, but was still cold to your wet skin.

Izuku began running his fingers through your hair, parting knots, patting sections dry with a corner of the towel. By the time he was finished, you felt warm again, face rosy from the heat of the fire.

The heat felt pleasant, like the feeling of a full belly after a long day.

You were tired, exhausted from the emotional weight you had endured. Village burned, tripping over corpses and disembodied limbs, taken captive, forced away from your fellow villagers.  Stripped down and fondled - at this point, you just wanted to sleep.

To sleep and sleep, wake up and have this all be a bad dream. Some twisted nightmare your mind conjured up while in the warmth and safety of your own home.

A large hand upon your shoulder roused you from your half-asleep state, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the quietness of the tent. You jumped, turning to find Kacchan towering over you and Izuku both.

Kacchan crouched, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hair, then onto your cheek. “You look so fuckin’ weird.”

Izuku sputtered. “Oh my god, what he means to say, is that we’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re… quite unique, and very um, attractive.”

You leaned away from the hand on your cheek, and Kacchan let you, red eyes blinking slowly as they scanned your features.  He was an odd man, as was Izuku. There was an obvious dynamic of power, Izuku submitting to Kacchan willingly.

“Alright, you’re dry enough, get up.” You blinked at Kacchan, processing his words, before he huffed out a breath, rising to his own feet. “C’mon, let’s go, are you stupid? Get the fuck up.”

You scrambled to your feet, towel still wrapped tightly around your body, preserving your modesty.

Kacchan’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you along with him as he strode towards the back of the tent, towards the sectioned screen acting as a wall.

“Deku, make your ass useful and dump out the bathwater, will ya?”

You weren’t able to see Izuku move due to the hand forcing your head forward, but you could hear his footsteps as he hurried to do what Kacchan instructed.

Rounding the screen, it was clear to see that this was where the Barbarian King slept, a pile of cozy-looking furs strewn in a pile on the ground.

You were promptly shoved towards them, stumbling down to your knees as you lost your balance. The furs provided cushion though, soft and inviting.

But you were scared again.

It was happening, it was going to happen, you were going to raped by the King.

Turning back towards the man, you began to plead, hands securing the towel around your shoulders like a safety blanket. “Sir, please, don’t do this, why me? You can have anyone, not me, please not me.”

He ignored you in favor of beginning to strip, unfastening his cloak, removing his weapons. You decided to try and appeal using a more personal approach.

“Kacchan-“

Suddenly the man was in your face, his own visage twisted into a growl.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that. Stupid ass Deku made that shit up when we were kids, I’m not some brat anymore. I’m Katsuki-“ He backed away from you, leaving you trembling. “-Barbarian King.”

The man resumed removing his clothes, dropping his belt to the ground, grumbling as he began to undo his pants. “Should beat his fuckin’ ass for calling me that, so goddamn disrespectful. Fuck him, stupid little ass wipe twerp-“

You tuned him out, frozen. What could you do? Another impasse where your options were none.

A strong hand gripped your shoulder, or more accurately, your towel, tugging it forcefully away from you.

“No!” You cried, trying to pull it back, to cover yourself, but the man was stronger, ripping it away before you could utter another word.

“No! Stop, please!” You tried again, finally taking in Kacc-Katsuki before you. He was naked now, aside from the paint decorating his skin. His cock was quickly hardening, plumping up with each step he took towards you as you scrambled backwards.

“Katsuk-Katsuki, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything! Please just have someone else!” You sobbed, back finally meeting the wall of the tent.

Katsuki smirked, crouching down just out of your reach. “You’ll do anything? You’ll let my horde use you as a toy then?”

Dread flowed through your already fear-filled body, and you gulped thickly, eyes closing.

“No?”

Shaking your head, you started to cry silently, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You’re already doing fucking anything.” Katsuki growled, hand shooting out to grab your ankle, dragging you down and towards him.

A high-pitched cry left you as he pulled you under him, until he was hovering over you, grinning. “Cry all you want, ain’t gonna change a damn thing. In fact-“ He surged down, until his forehead touched your own, red eyes blazing “-It just turns me on more.”

The man pulled away, a hand falling heavily around your throat, giving a compulsory squeeze before hie started moving his hand downwards, fingers skimming across your flesh.

Immediately, your own hands caught his own, trying to still their journey as they neared your breasts. Katsuki paused, a sound akin to a growl falling from his throat as his eyes flickered away from your body and up to your own eyes.

There was a threat there, a warning. Let him touch, or else. Trembling, you removed your hands, instead grabbing at the furs you rested upon. Katsuki made a gruff sound of approval, before resuming his exploration of your body.

“You’re like nothing I’vs ever seen before, know that? Like some fuckin’ alien or something, but damn, you’re gorgeous. Didn’t even know someone could look like this.” He mused, entranced as he watched his hands splay over your body, pinching at your skin, caressing your breasts, slipping over your stomach and down between your legs.

“Oh god, pleaseee-“ You sobbed out, cringing as a finger trailed down your slit.

Katsuki stilled, quirking a brow as he smiled meanly. “Please what? You wanna cum?”

“Please stop…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut again as he found your clit, giving it a few quick rubs.

The man scoffed, before quickly teasing one of his fingers into your tight hole. “Tough shit, I’ve never had whatever the fuck you are, I ain’t stopping”

His finger burned, dry and too large, and you struggled to keep from clenching down upon it in discomfort, trying to force out the intrusion. This would go easier if you relaxed, if you let him have his way. You knew that, rationally, but it was hard to make you body obey.

Katsuki prepped you quickly, fingering you open until he deemed you ready, withdrawing his fingers and crudely wiping them off upon your thigh. You twitched away at the wetness, at your own slick being cleaned off  on your skin, but Katsuki ignored you.

“Why do you look like this anyway? What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asked coarsely, shuffling off of your thighs, moving to lounge by your side, studying you.

The man seemed to be taking a break, more interested in your looks than fucking you, but you were glad for the reprieve, trying to wipe tears from your face as you struggled to think of a response.

“I-I don’t know?” You finally spoke, genuinely at a loss for how to explain your appearance.

Katsuki studied you with sharp eyes, a hand reaching down to his cock, beginning to absent-mildly pump himself while he looked you over.

“I’ve traveled through every shitty little village in the north, met with the damn piss-baby tribes of the east, I’ve ransacked the towns of spoiled nobles, and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”

You sat up, subtly shuffling away from the Barbarian King while you shrugged, at a loss.

Your appearance wasn’t anything superiorly unusual, but apparently it piqued Katsuki’s interest. Yes, your skin was perhaps a bit different, but it’s not like you were inhuman.

Katuski seemed to get tired of talking though, settling further back into the furs, getting himself comfortable as he jerked himself off. You refused to look between his legs.

“Alright, whatever. Get up here.”

Pausing, you looked at him incredulously. Did he mean on his lap? His chest? You didn’t want to be anywhere near him - wouldn’t he find more pleasure with someone who was willing?

“Are you fucking deaf? C’mon, up.” He growled, patting his thigh, urging you over.

A gulp before you started moving, limbs heavy and hesitant, unwilling as you slowly crawled forward, towards the intimidating, impatient blonde.

You straddled his thighs unsteadily, swinging your leg over, trying to avoid touching his cock.

Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, you caught sight of it, the red tip, the precum making his length shine, the wrinkly, darker skin of his balls, his blond pubes.

You cringed, distaste evident upon your face, and you heard Katsuki chuckle darkly before his hands grabbed your hips, dragging you forward.

“What, don’t fucking like what you see? Am I not to your taste? I’ve fucked whorebag princesses less fussy than you. Get over yourself.” He spat, before taking a hand off your hip, reaching underneath you to line himself up as his other hand kept you lifted.

You trembled in his hold, twitching and swaying to the side, but this was unavoidable.

A gasp left your lips as he entered you, tip slipping through your folds, teasing into your wet hole, stretching you out.

Katsuki let out a groan, slowly dropping you down until he could remove his hand from his cock, returning it to your hip, guiding you to push further down. You felt disgusting, his cock sliding against your velvety insides, dirtying your walls with leaking precum.

When your sit bones rested against his upper thighs, his cock resting fully inside you, it felt impossible to breathe, your chest rising to draw in air but failing, the distress you felt upon being speared open seemingly too much for your body to handle.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. You got a dirty little cunt, don’t you? Feels fucking amazing.” Katsuki groaned, moving his hips minutely, relishing the grip your inside had on his cock, how warm you were around him.

“Ride me, will you? I’m getting bored down here.” He snapped after a moment, delivering a harsh slap to your rear to emphasize his words, spurring you into tentative action.

Problem is, you didn’t want to.

Your palms rested against his heated chest, eyes raising to the ceiling as your cheeks burned. This was embarrassing, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be an active participant in your violation. What would that make you?

“Oi, princess - I don’t got all night.“ Katsuki growled, landing a significantly more-jarring hit to rear, hard enough to make you squeak and jump, hips twitching at the sensation of his cock moving around your pussy at the movement.

Afraid of more forceful repercussions, you started to move, slowly sliding up, then down, creeping along, hoping it’d be enough to satisfy the man.

It wasn’t.

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, before tightening his hold on your hips, planting his feet in the furs, then plunging into you with force. The sudden movement jostled you, and you fell forward with a cry, head bouncing onto Katsuki’s chest by your hands, the man groaning as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

“There we go, that’s fuckin’ nice.”

You cried into his chest, hands clutched into fists as you were bounced up and down, the led slap of skin too loud and jarring in the tent. The paint on Katsuki’s body was beginning to smear, sweat dampening his skin and letting the paint drip onto the ground, transfer to your own skin.

It was starting to feel good, make your stomach tighten, limbs tremble with pleasure instead of fear, and you hated it.

Slick sounds reached your ears, out of rhythm with Katsuki’s quick prods. It was wet, pulsing, as if someone-

Gasping breaths reached your ears, not from the man grunting beneath you.

Another round of cold fear dampened your arousal as you honed in on the sound, realizing it was coming from the other side of the screen.

Someone was on the other side of the screen, listening in to the Barbarian King taking you against your will.

A stuttered cry left you when Katsuki pushed too hard, hitting your sweet spot, making you clench and shudder, forgetting about the other person for a second.

But they were so loud, little gasps and moans, and the shlick, shlick, shlick, was getting faster and faster, it was impossible to ignore.

Should you try to tell Katsuki? Would he stop? Would he be mad? It was so disturbing, knowing someone was sitting on the other side of the screen,  jerking themselves off so obviously .

“Katsuki-Katsuki wait, oh-“ You started, quickly cut off by a series of battering thrusts against your sweet spot.

But you had to try again. “Wait, sto-o-op, wa-unh, unh, Katsuki pl-mmh!”

“Shut up, I don’t fucking care.” The man snapped, out of breath.

“But there’s-oh…. Katsuki there’s someo-“

“I don’t /fucking care/.” Katsuki reiterated, gritting his teeth. He shut you up with another perfectly placed push against your sweet spot, and a cruel spank against your already-stinging ass.

“Ow!” You yelped, clenching up.  It was clear now, that Katsuki was aware of the listener, he just didn’t mind. Maybe he got off on it, knowing someone was listening to him take apart his latest conquest.

Clenching up was the wrong response, because the Barbarian King swore, before his hips sped up, bouncing you so violently on his lap that you found it hard to breath, barely able to hang on for the ride.

“Oh…. (Y/N)….” The voice behind the screen moaned lowly, almost whispering.

It was Izuku.

You shivered, at the sound, feeling creeped out with the knowledge that the gentle, timid “interpreter” was listening. He must have returned at some point from dumping out the basin. You were feeling revolted by this entire situation, disgusted with Katsuki, Izuku, and most importantly with yourself.

Pleasure was building quickly in your stomach, zapping up into your chest, making you tingle and shake with the sensations assaulting your body.

“Sit back, fucking sit back-“ Katsuki panted, pushing at one of your shoulders to push you up, so he could see you as he fucked up into you, watch your body move, your face contorting in pleasure.

You felt like you couldn’t help it, your eyes closing, mouth falling open to let out girlish, high-pitched moans.

Your breasts were being jostled, jiggling up and down with the movement of your body, and it hurt. Hands moved to hold them, stopping their bouncing, but Katsuki appreciated the view apparently, because he groaned, pushing his head back while still trying to watch you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Keep touching yourself princess, keep moaning like a little slut. Let Deku know how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

Your body didn’t give you a choice, noises being pushed from your throat involuntarily as Katsuki pounded into you, red eyes trained on your frame, intense and unwavering.

An orgasm ripped through you, seemingly out of nowhere despite the steady buildup of it the past few minutes. You gasped, breathing catching in your throat, hips furiously grinding down against Katsuki’s as you rode it out, trying to stimulate your clit to intensify the feeling.

The noises leaving you were perverted; wet gasps, little squeaks and long moans as you fucked yourself onto Katsuki’s cock, previous hesitance forgotten in preference of chasing your pleasure.

Katsuki swore underneath you again, rabbiting his hips up into you in response, breathing raggedly as he neared his own release.

You were so lost in feeling the sensations in your own body, you didn’t register the stuttered groans on the other side of the screen, the speedy clicking of Izuku jerking himself through his own orgasm, the almost-silent spatter of his cum hitting the screen.

Katsuki swore once more, a vehement “Shit, shit!” before he pulled out quickly, orgasm apparently catching him by surprise, the first few warm strings of cum shooting into your warm cunt, adding to the wet mess of your own orgasm.

The rest was aimed onto the puffy lips of your slit, one of Katsuki’s hands leaving your hips to pump his cock as he gasped, hips twitching upward at the sudden temperature change from your burning heat to the air of the tent.

Then there was just the sound of three people breathing heavily, completely spent, sweaty and dirtied from sex.

Katsuki pulled you down onto his chest, chuckling breathlessly as he brought his clean hand to your head, ruffling your hair tiredly.

“Well, you’re a goddamn catch, pussy’s like a fuckin’ vice.” The crude comment made your cheeks color, but as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t find the energy to offer a rebuttal.

“I think you’re gonna stick around for a while.” Katsuki mused, and you felt your heart drop. “Yeah, you’re a keeper. Maybe if fuckface over there-“ The blond slapped at the screen “-can stop being a pervert, we could actually fuck without feeling creeped out.”  He growled, although the blonde didn’t sound irritated in the least.

A small “Sorry Kacchan” was whispered from the other side of the screen, and Katsuki laughed dryly.

“Tell you what bastard, maybe I’ll let you touch her a bit.” Katsuki said, a hand creeping down to knead at your ass. “Then you don’t have to act like a little freak. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you fuck her if you do good translating those maps we found. Got it, you little shitnugget?”

“Mm, alright Kacchan.” Came the tired response.

You were barely awake, already drifting off on Katsuki’s warm chest, too preoccupied with the red and gold paint no doubt smearing against your cheek than with the conversation going on around you.

You could panic about that later.

[midoriyashotos]

Unbreakable

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Kirishima Eijiro/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki; MINOR ROLES - 1-A students

Summary: “Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

--

In which someone finally stands up for Izuku.

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: basically I wrote Kirishima being protective of Izuku, because it’s interesting how he hates bullies but never stands up to Bakugo...

I hope this isn’t too OOC. Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - minor violence, bullying/abuse and injury.

*NOT BAKUGO/KIRIBAKU/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!

--

Izuku is happy, really.

Sure, it can be exhausting. It can be aggravating to live up to what comes with being the Symbol of Peace. And it’s also terrifying the reminder that Katsuki knows about his secret and has a lot more reason to hate him.

Not that Katsuki would ever quit hating Izuku, but still.

In the very least, the explosive boy doesn’t hit Izuku regularly anymore. People in their school don’t take Katsuki seriously like it happened in Middle School, so it’s a relief.

(They constantly call Katsuki and Izuku childhood friends, though.)

(Or rivals. Are they really rivals?)

Regardless, as long as Izuku stays away from Katsuki, he’ll be fine.

So, he’s happy.

--

When they can, 1-A has fun nights that may include eating cake and candies, playing games and watching movies – sometimes all in the same night. His classmates are very united in that sense.

Tonight, they’re sharing a big cake everyone helped Sato with; the teenagers are all separated in groups that fill the common room with life.

Izuku might subconsciously flinch every time a certain voice raises near him. Thankfully, it’s not directed at him – once he looks, he finds Katsuki and his friends messing with him. The greenette sighs in relief.

The boy spends most of the night alongside Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu and Todoroki. At one point, though, Izuku rests alone on the green couch, honestly a little drained by all the energy today, given the yelling and cursing that persists in what should’ve been a good time.

As his head is stuck in his thoughts, Izuku jolts when someone reaches him in the almost untouched spot.

“Hey, Midoriya! What’s up, man?”

Kirishima grins at him. His usually spiky hair is down today (a detail Izuku strives not to stare at for too long, because that’s creepy).

“K-Kirishima-kun! Hi!” Izuku stammers.

“You partied a lot?”

Izuku laughs shyly, “Yeah, had plenty of cake.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kirishima smiles. “Mind if I take a break with you?”

“A-Ah, sure. I mean, you can sit! Feel free to!”

His red-haired friend sits close to him, maybe… a little too close, the other notes. Izuku holds his cup of now-warm soda, playing with it nervously. Kirishima’s enthusiasm and passion honestly still catch him off guard. At first, Izuku thought he’d be… different. Spiky hair, red eyes, sharp teeth…

Instead, Kirishima turned out to be one of the sweetest and brightest people Izuku has ever known. He brings a lot of spirit to their class.

(And now that Izuku knows, Kirishima does look a lot more friendly and… cute.)

“… Midoriya, you’re looking kind of red…”

Izuku’s green eyes enlarge comically, cheeks burning.

“GAH! I-It’s nothing, Kirishima-kun! It’s just- h-hot in here, isn’t it?” Izuku ignores the fact they’re all wearing sweaters in this chilly night; but he supposes Kirishima does it as well, since he doesn’t touch on it.

If anything, the redhead smiles at him fondly.

(For the love of All Might, it’s too breathtaking.)

Izuku finds some ease, though, in his friend’s heat next to him. Kirishima’s presence is solid and stable like his quirk, but soft and gentle all at same. It perfectly encapsulates who Kirishima is, as a hero and a person.

Still, the freckled boy can’t help but wonder why Kirishima has decided to join him. Izuku is not doing anything particularly interesting. They’re not talking… but it’s not awkward, either.

Regardless, Izuku’s peace is disturbed yet again by Katsuki’s yelling bursts, his steaming hands felt from far away. As always, it’s just Sero, Kaminari and Ashido having fun with him.

Before Izuku can dive in his terrified relief, he’s reminded of the fact Kirishima is next to him, and maybe watching him as well.

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah… Kacchan’s enthusiasm is…” Izuku gulps, “a little too much sometimes.”

“Oh.” Kirishima sounds a little suspicious, but he quickly resumes his smiley nature. “Man, tell me about it,” he jokes.

Izuku holds his plastic cup tighter, refraining himself from tearing it apart and spilling all the soda on the floor.

“I can tell he’s having fun, at least,” Izuku analyzes. “He really likes you guys.”

“Yeah…” Kirishima pauses, only to laugh nervously, “he doesn’t really know how to show that, though.”

(Izuku recalls all the punches to Kirishima’s stony hair, and the insults Katsuki throws at him on a daily basis.)

“At least he likes you, Kirishima-kun,” Izuku reassures him in a lighthearted tone. “Kacchan was never happy with me.”

Admittedly, he hasn’t quite thought over these words – nor was he expecting Kirishima’s concerned gaze, his fondness of Katsuki gone.

“What do you mean?” The red-haired boy inquires.

“Ah, you know…” Izuku clears his throat, as his other classmates party and pay them no mind. “Kacchan’s called me weak since we were kids. He’s always been competitive, and- since my quirk took a while to show up”— he gulps due to the weight of the lie —“we were never…” he trails off, really not wanting to give more details.

“… you were never friends?” Kirishima completes.

Izuku swallows the bitter taste in his mouth and silently shakes his head.

“B-But it’s okay, though! We’re good now,” he tries to convince his friend (… and himself). “I just have to stay away from him because- you know how he is. But he’s got you guys as friends, so I know he’s happy.”

Kirishima looks away, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem entirely relieved by his words. Izuku suddenly feels the need to escape – what has he done?

“I- I need to go to the restroom!” He jumps from the sofa before Kirishima stops him.

Izuku is in such a rush that he doesn’t realize Katsuki is in his way.

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps. His eyes are immediately spiteful. “Deku…”

“K-KACCHAN! SORRY!!” Izuku runs even faster – how embarrassing.

“Get in my way again and I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Bakugo, chill,” Izuku hears Kaminari say nonchalantly.

This is his reality.

He’s happy with it. He is.

--

Everything was fine. Truly. Izuku has no idea what he did wrong.

(He’s never known, beside having no quirk in the past.)

They were training at the gym, outside of class time. Izuku tends to train on his own, but lately he’s been sparring with Kirishima, whose quirk helps with more physical attacks. It also helps Kirishima’s special technique in return.

Basically, Izuku and some of his classmates were going for a break, to drink water and eat whatever strengthens their quirks (like Sato having to eat more sugar). On his way, Izuku passed by Katsuki, who’s literally never in a good mood.

“Deku.”

“S-Sorry, Kacchan! You can go ahead!”

“As if I’ll fucking do what you say,” Katsuki bumps his arm into Izuku, hard, as he mutters in his breath, “shitty nerd.”

Izuku gulped and said nothing else.

(The freckled teen strived to not let One for All concentrate in his clenched fists.)

So, when everyone is gathered, chatting with one another, Izuku is admittedly distant from them. Katsuki would glare at him every now and then just for existing, no matter how far he was.

That’s the reason Izuku refuses to train with all of them when Kirishima suggests. Izuku tells them he’d be on his own again – his tone maybe too tight and serious. His classmates don’t question it, despite their concerned looks. Izuku tries to avoid Kirishima’s in particular – because he loves spending time with them, with him, he really does but…

“Yeah, leave Deku,” Katsuki voices in opposition, “it’s better than dealing with a dead weight.”

“Yikes, Bakugo! That’s really uncalled for!” Kaminari protests.

“I know you guys are rivals, but that’s too much, don’t you think?” Sero scolds.

Izuku stares at Katsuki, ignoring his classmates’ statements. Izuku stares deep into his red eyes: unlike Kirishima’s, they’re dreadful, have been since they were only five. He has the same superior stance and tone. Katsuki is the exact same person as the senseless bully that told Izuku to kill himself not too long ago.

The green-haired teenager’s look becomes intense. Furious. The kind of fury that doesn’t always show, because everything is bound to fall apart.

Even when his eyes avert from Katsuki, that’s what ultimately happens.

“Oi, fucking look at me!”

Despite Katsuki’s terrifying rage, Izuku defies.

“Why should I?” He mumbles, his voice gradually raising and deepening, “I can’t even exist near you.”

“What did you fucking say?”

Izuku’s hands clench into tight fists, glowing with One for All. His green eyes sparkle with intensity and ferocity.

“You heard me, Katsuki.”

The atmosphere is instantly changed.

“H-Hey guys, come on, don’t fight!...” Sero chuckles nervously, only to be pushed away by powerful hands.

Katsuki rages and advances, raising his arm.

Although he can defend himself, Izuku can only brace for the impact.

(It’s what he can do. The anticipation. The acceptance. He’s always expecting a blast to his face, and the reminder that he’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard he tries, whether or not he has a quirk; nothing matters to Katsuki, as long as Izuku stops existing.)

Izuku waits.

But it never comes.

No. He hears the explosion blocked by something hard – hard like a rock. And once Izuku looks up, he covers his mouth to contain a gasp.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Kirishima screams, arms together like a shield, the sharp skin scratched by the burnings of Katsuki’s hands.

Katsuki himself is also shocked for a moment. For one, nobody else has ever dared to get in the way of his attacks, either because they’re too scared of him… or they don’t fear him enough to stop him. But most importantly, Kirishima has never stood up to Katsuki. Kirishima has endured his insults, sure, but he’s never defied him in an actual fight.

“Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

Izuku can’t move. He can’t say a word.

Katsuki is about to hit Kirishima again without any remorse, only for Sero to hold him back with as many tapes as he can make. Sato, Shoji and Koda help, while Kaminari tries to calm Kirishima down, which has zero effect.

“You’re not a man, Bakugo! You’re a goddamn abuser!” Kirishima points at him. “And abusers ARE NOT MY FRIENDS!”

“Dude, stop! You’re going to make it worse!” Kaminari scolds him, whereas Katsuki has already reduced himself to incomprehensible, enraged noises. Jiro might even rush to call Aizawa-sensei to hold both Katsuki and Kirishima back.

In spite of all the rage he must be feeling, Kirishima still stands protectively in front of Izuku, instinctively approaching him every time Katsuki threatens to break free and come after them.

Regardless, Izuku can still do nothing.

Nothing at all.

--

As expected, Katsuki and Kirishima are suspended for days – similar to when Izuku was forced to fight his classmate a few months ago.

Uraraka and Todoroki stay with Izuku as they wait. Only Kirishima returns to the dorms for now. His friends initially don’t understand why he fought Katsuki, assuming he’d lost his calm for nothing.

Yet Kirishima answers to none of these questionings. The moment he finds Izuku, his look softens, and he rushes to check over him.

“Midoriya,” he whispers in concern, “are you okay?”

Izuku dumbly gazes at him in response, swallowing a gasp when he notices the damage that Katsuki’s explosion did to Kirishima’s face; even with Recovery Girl’s help, the painful scratches can still be seen.

“K-Kirishima-kun…” Izuku chokes with tears welling up in his eyes, and the many feelings and words he’s struggling to understand.

The boy isn’t sure how he should feel. He’s guilty for putting Kirishima in danger, and for ruining his friendship with Katsuki. But Izuku is also angry at Katsuki for not hesitating to hurt someone that cares so much for him. Izuku is furious that Katsuki hasn’t changed at all.

Even so, the freckled teen feels relief. That someone was there, that someone actually stepped up and defended him.

(That someone was his hero, differently from when All Might saved him from the slime monster.)

Izuku launches himself towards Kirishima, wrapping his shaking arms around him. He wants to say all of those things so badly, but he fails. Kirishima’s soft arms hold him back and caress him, fingers running through his messy green hair.

“It’s okay,” Kirishima whispers to him, and says those same words countless times. Izuku’s cries are muffled by his shirt.

It’s like everything else disappears, and it’s only Kirishima and Izuku in this world. Kirishima shields him from every insult, every kick, every punch and slap across his face and his ruptured heart. Kirishima embraces his scars and making sure to be there to tend to them.

Izuku can only cry.

--

Later that night, Kirishima stays with Izuku in his dorm. It’s not like he can sleep with Katsuki’s room right next to his.

Izuku has already dried his eyes out of tears, and flooded Kirishima’s shirt as a result. Regardless, the two boys are glued to one another in Izuku’s bed, Kirishima rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. Izuku can’t help melting and clinging to him.

Even so, Izuku only has one question in mind.

“… Why did you do it?”

“He hurts you,” Kirishima answers simply.

Izuku gulps. “But he’s your friend…”

“I don’t think he was ever really my friend, Midoriya.”

Izuku pulls away to face him, the scratches in Kirishima’s face clearer than ever.

“I remember our first class with All Might. Bakugo wanted to kill you,” Kirishima harshly reminds, hands tighter on Izuku. “I knew there was something wrong with him, and yet I still went on to hang out with him. I admired his skills, I called him a man, I sacrificed everything to save his goddamn life because I cared about him. I… thought he was my friend.” He pauses. “Even when he called me Shitty Hair or hit me… I thought I could endure him – and maybe I did. But in the end, I ignored who he really was, and I let him hurt someone I care about for way too long.”

“No…” Izuku protests, “please don’t blame yourself! I was the one who—”

“Midoriya, you’re my friend. I knew Bakugo sucked, and even if he was my friend, I never did anything! And I’m really, really sorry.” Kirishima cups Izuku’s cheek with one of his hands. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. I promise you, I’m not enduring any of his shit anymore.”

Izuku gapes at him. “Kirishima-kun…”

“If he ‘cares’ about me, I don’t give a crap,” the red-eyed boy says firmly. “He sure as hell doesn’t respect me, only when I behave the way he wants. I don’t owe him anything, and I’m not standing around and letting him hurt me or my friends ever again.”

Maybe he should insist. Tell Kirishima that, if it weren’t for Izuku’s pathetic existence, his friendship with Katsuki wouldn’t have ended.

But Izuku doesn’t.

Because Kirishima is right.

Izuku’s hand touches his face, internally flinching when he feels the wounds caused by Katsuki.

“I just don’t want you to hurt because of me,” Izuku admits.

“Midoriya… nothing Bakugo does to me could ever hurt more than knowing he’s abused you for your whole life.”

Abuse. The same word he used for Katsuki earlier today.

“I’ll make sure he never hurts you again, okay?” Kirishima squeezes him. “I promise.”

Although he doesn’t literally say it, it’s clear to Izuku the love in his friend’s words.

The love in Kirishima’s smile whenever Izuku stutters and says a jumbled mess. The love in Kirishima’s concerned eyes when Izuku insists he’s okay when he isn’t. The love in his red eyes and words when Katsuki hurt him. The love in his touches, his soft hands protecting Izuku, understanding his scars.

Kirishima loves him. He really does.

Izuku bursts in tears again and Kirishima lets him, soothing him until the end.

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 1- Respectable

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Masterlist

You sit down at your desk staring almost blankly ahead. “Hey Katsuki, can I borrow your hoodie really quick?” you ask the man whose desk has been next to yours for almost a year now and who just so happens to be the number three hero. He looks at you, then the leather jacket you’re clearly wearing, and raises an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks. “Bakugo. Hoodie. Now,” you try again, extending an expectant hand out to him. He notices the diamond engagement ring that had made its home there for the past couple of months is gone so he takes off and hands over his hoodie. “Thanks,” you tell him giving him a smile, before carefully folding up the hoodie and then promptly shoving it in your face to muffle your frustrated scream.

“Are you ok (y/n)?” a different voice asks full of concern. You lift your head out of the sweatshirt to find a freckle-faced man hovering in front of your desk. “I’m fine Midoriya,” you sigh. “Liar,” Bakugo scoffs. You glare at him before throwing his hoodie at his face. He still manages to catch it, the bastard. “You and Monoma broke up didn’t you?” he asks without missing a beat as he puts his hoodie back on. Midoriya’s eyes get wide as he turns back to you to confirm. “Yea, we did. For good this time,” you relent. “What happened?” Midoriya asks with sad eyes. God you’re too sober for his pity, but you’re also still at work so you guess you’ll just have to power through because there’s no way he’ll drop it now. “The usual. We fought and he got mean the way he always does. I just finally had enough,” you shrug. “Don’t do that (y/n), you know you can talk about it with us,” Midoriya insists, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and pulling it up to yours. As he sits down you realize there’s no talking your way out of this. The lower ranking heroes were taking all of the patrols today so the three of you had plenty of time to go over your failed engagement.

“Fine! Geez, he basically called me a slut with no friends,” you finally admit. “What? None of that’s true!” Midoriya protests. “It’s kind of true,” you shrug. “Bakugo and I are your friends!” Midoriya insists. “Don’t rope me into shit you damn nerd,” Bakugo scowls. “He said you two don’t count cause you’re my coworkers and I almost never see you guys outside of work,” you reply. “That’s just because we all basically live at work,” Bakugo says rolling his eyes. “So we are friends then?” you smirk at Bakugo. “What are you on about?” he scowls. “You didn’t contradict the friends part of that sentence,” you point out. “Obviously we’re friends, dumbass. Shouldn’t have to fuckin tell you all the time,” he huffs, slightly embarrassed by the admission which makes you laugh. “You know you’re not a slut either,” Midoriya cuts in. “Nah, she was definitely a slut.” “Kacchan!” “What? If anything she should go back to being a slut. She was way more fun then,” Bakugo shrugs. “I agree with Bakugo on this one. Monoma is an asshole and I never would’ve gotten engaged to him in the first place if All Might hadn’t pressured me into a relationship with him,” you point out. “Wait, All Might is the reason you two got together?” Midoriya asks. “Did you not know this story? The tabloids were eating me alive because of all the one night stands. Monoma was the quote, unquote ‘perfect opportunity to make me respectable’ and get the tabloids off my back. I didn’t care but the agency has a reputation to maintain,” you explain. “Speak of the devil,” Bakugo suddenly says. You turn to see where he’s looking only to groan as you notice your now ex-fiancé storming into the room.

“We weren’t done talking (y/n)!” Monoma shouts as he rapidly approaches your desk. You quickly spin around so your back is facing him. “Do you think he’ll go away if I pretend I didn’t see him?” you ask Bakugo conspiratorially. “Doubtful,” Bakugo scoffs. You groan in response just as Monoma finally gets to your desk and spins your chair around to face him. “You’re being unreasonable, just take the ring back,” he insists as he holds the obnoxiously large diamond out towards you. “No Neito, I told you we’re done,” you sigh. “You don’t mean that. Baby, please,” he begs and it’s starting to tug on your heart a little bit. For one tiny moment you think maybe you’re being too harsh. After all, in spite of the circumstances from which it all started, you had grown to love him over the years of your tumultuous relationship. For just one moment you consider saying fine and taking back the ring. Then Monoma does what he always does: he opens his stupid fucking mouth. “I could make you golden if you’d just show some respect,” he promises and it’s so ludicrous you could almost laugh. Almost. “You know, I’d tell you to shove that stupid ring up your ass but I’m afraid it would never fit with your head already stuck so deep in there. Fuck off Monoma,” you tell him.

He looks like he’s about to protest again but Midoriya and Bakugo both are stood beside you in an instant. Having the number one and number three heroes as your closest friends has its perks. “Walk away extra,” Bakugo warns, his palms sparking. You see the green sparks of Midoriya charging up his own quirk out the corner of your eye and you’re sure Monoma must be shitting himself at least a little bit. “So you’re trading me in for some of the wondrous 1-A boys then?” he asks and it makes you roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t fall out. “No Neito. I’m just done with you and your bullshit,” you insist. “Please don’t go away,” he finally begs as one last ditch attempt to win you back. “It’s too late,” you tell him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally giving up and walking away.

When the door finally shuts behind him you sag in relief with a sigh. “Did he just refer to you guys by your class name from fucking high school?” you ask in disbelief as Bakugo and Midoriya finally relax and go back to sitting. “He did,” Midoriya sighs. “Jesus Christ I almost married that guy. I was prepared to have kids with that guy!” you groan. Midoriya gives you a reassuring pat on the back. “Why couldn’t All Might have tried to set me up with you instead Midoriya,” you pout. “O-oh! I’m flattered! But uh I really don’t think of you that way. Not that you’re not attractive or anything! I don’t mean it like that! Just yknow I see you more as a sister and uh-“ he stutters as his face goes red. His rant is cut off by the sound of your laughter. “Oh my god, Midoriya relax! I’m kidding! I know you’re very happy with Uravity. The two of you are adorable together it’s disgusting,” you assure him. “Hey why’d you say that shitty nerd over me?” Bakugo cuts in with a raised eyebrow. You roll your eyes. “You can’t fix my reputation Bakugo. The only reason you don’t have to fix your own is because you’ve had the same shitty one since high school so it’s just part of your brand now,” you point out. Bakugo doesn’t particularly like that answer but you’re not wrong so he doesn’t contradict you. “Whatever, at least there’s that dumb ass HPSC masquerade thing tonight,” he grouses. “How is that an ‘at least’? Those things suck,” you groan. “They aren’t that bad! A bunch of the retired heroes are gonna speak!” Midoriya tries to encourage. “That’s exactly why it’ll suck,” you sigh. “Wrong as usual, dumbass,” Bakugo smirks. “Oh really? Enlighten me then oh wise explosion murder god,” you say, turning to face him. He glares at your use of the old moniker but decides to give you a pass this time since Monoma was such a brat. “You only hate them because you’ve only been with the stupid respectable copycat where you had to make stupid respectable small talk to create a stupid respectable reputation. This time you’ll roll in with us, we’ll get drunk on the company’s dime while Deku fusses, and we’ll be anything but respectable. Fuck being respectable,” Bakugo asserts. “You know what? Fuck it and fuck being respectable,” you agree. Bakugo grins at you as Midoriya looks between the two of you concerned. “I guess you earned it,” he sighs and your grin only brightens.

Tonight is going to be one to remember.

Author’s Note: I honestly feel like Monoma is more of an asshole here than he is in the anime/manga but I mostly just needed someone to fit into this role and I couldn’t bear to have any of 1-A do it cause I love them too much so here we are 😬

[sexyshakespeare]

bkdk k-pop (BTS) AU: Chapter 2- Half A Spot

It was choreography lessons starting today, and Bakugou was pumped. He was going to kill this session- AND trump any move that that Midoriya fellow had up his sleeve. Izuku Midoriya- maybe he was talented and kind of a genius- or maybe he just got lucky that day at auditions. If they were both competing for the same spot- there’s no way someone like him could win this. 

Katsuki followed his green head across the room as he bowed and smiled at everybody. Does he really think he can gain brownie points by just smiling with his stupid freckles and his pretty face. Like hell. Skill and a powerful aura like his own will definitely take precedence. He can wipe the floor with everyone else in this group.

Izuku.. even the kanji was all wrong- it looked more like a De-ku to him, worthless- just a smiling face. However, through the morning, Deku had kept pace with him, he got his positions right, he wasn’t one step behind or one step ahead of the choreographer. Katsuki wasn’t going to stoop down to that level of considering sabotage to secure his spot- but it looked like the rest of the room was ready to do it. It was lunch time now, and Deku was walking towards him, towel over his neck. Sweaty bastard, coming over to play nice with his rival- the balls on this guy. But Bakugou wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He would stay stoic, and practically stone faced- no matter how nice he was. “Kacchan right? I saw you dance today for the first time- you’re amazing?? I can’t believe I get to dance with you- it’s great to be able to keep pace with you so far!”, he smiled up at him meekly. It was clear the man meant well, and it was a genuine compliment. Izuku was in fact blown away by the guy. He could see now why the company wanted him, even if he had a temper. He’d be an asset- his stamina, his will power and how he bursts with energy at every jump- Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. “Ka-WHAT??” There goes his plan to stay stone faced. “What the hell did you call me??”, his face went redder by the second. His competition, a grown ass man had just dared to call him ‘chan’, in front of 20 other people, no less. “Oh uhh- Kacchan.. like Katsuki-chan”, Izuku blanched a little seeing his face. “YEAH I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME- I’M BAKUGOU SAN TO YOU GOT IT??” He was raging, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. If anybody else had said it, they’d have gotten the cold shoulder and a silent death stare. This man, however, was crossing the line and he deserved an earful for it. Bakugou was redder than a tomato as he sputtered and yelled in his face while the producers and choreographers watched. Deku shrunk visibly, “Right right- Bakuou san! I’m s-sorry- I didn’t mean to upset you- just calm down will you? You look like you’re about to get a heart attack- Don’t get me wrong, you look very young but there’s new statistics coming out every day about younger people getting heart attacks- a-and that’s the last thing I want for you Kach-BAKUGOU SAN”

Katsuki stopped, his mouth wide open. The red on his face didn’t seem to be going away. Piece of shit was concerned for his heart now?? That’s when he noticed the mess he’d caused- everyone was watching the scene, pitying Deku and villainizing him instead no doubt. With a heavy sigh and a hand raised to his forehead, he took a few deep breaths before nodding indignantly. After waiting a bit for the rest to return to their lunches, he turned to the greenet, having cornered him into the wall. Bending down a little to put his face very close to his, something he hadn’t pulled on anyone till his rowdier days in high school, he whispered harshly, “Just- stay out of my damn way- and don’t you dare patronize me- I know your game, and I’m winning this- DEKU-“ His red pupils glinted at him menacingly. He wasn’t here to make friends. Izuku looked up at him, a little terrified at his behaviour. He blinked at him, confused at this response to his friendliness. Guess Kacchan really- really didn’t like him. They were competing for the same spot, but none of his words had been patronizing- he’d meant every one. Could he perhaps, explain that to the explosive blond male bending over him like he’d break his legs any second..? No, he probably shouldn’t even try. His emerald green eyes looked into his for a second before darting away. He held his hands up against the other’s chest in defense. “I understand- I won’t bother you again..”, his voice was solemn as he gave in, not wanting to make matters worse. “Good-“, the blond said in finality and backed away at the touch of his hand. A small wave of embarrassment washed over him at his own behaviour. He really was behaving like a child around him, and he didn’t like it either. Katsuki was still pretty worked up however. “..Deku?”, the other male’s voice sounded questioningly. Without a second’s hesitation the words shout out of his mouth, “Worthless- because that’s what you are-“ Katsuki’s stone face was finally making an appearance. He turned and walked away then, taking a bite out of his sandwich. He was starving, and that’s all he’d managed to get to eat for the day. As he took another bite, he felt himself calming down. He’d been shitty to this Midoriya, but he had to give it his all- he had to get this job, even if it meant intimidating the other guy out of it. Izuku, back where he’d left him, was frowning. The word stuck in his mind- worthless. He’d felt that way for the better part of his life, having to struggle through school, put himself through several jobs and have to be at home to take care of his mother. He had known he was nothing special. But he had kept on believing anyway- that the school dances and the neighborhood crew hadn’t meant nothing. He’d worked hard every damn day of his life, to get what he wants, and he’d kept on believing. Someone like this blond, coming in here and blowing everyone away with his skills- he was a genius, he’d been marvelled at from the get-go and Izuku could see that. But someone like him- perfect in every way- he couldn’t tear down his dream with one word. Izuku would not let him. Kacchan will just have to see for himself, how much value he had, and he would show him for the rest of the week till he himself got picked for the spot. With a look of strong resolve on his face, Izuku joined the group after he finished eating his packed katsudon. The rest of the day went well, Katsuki and Izuku seemed to be competing more now, or so it seemed to the producers. They were both impeccable, and wouldn’t miss a beat. The sweatier and more tired they got, the harder they focused on their movements. As different as they both were from each other, this was how they came together- the same, relentless perseverance and hunger to be better than they last were. That was the last time they spoke to each other for the week. As the days of went on, they each came to the studio, glared at each other from across the room, and followed the instructor’s routine. Then they’d sit very far from each other for lunch, and resume the session after, till evening time. On the very last day of choreography week, the company staff had prepared a closing speech and snacks. Katsuki stood by the table, stuffing cake in his mouth between taking big gulps of water. He clapped and bowed like everybody else when the producer was done speaking his bit. This was it- they’d reveal who wins the spot today. They’d had a week to decide, it was now or never. And sure enough, the head choreographer came by. “Bakugou- we’d like you to stay till after everyone leaves-“, he said quietly with a smile. It was the kind of confident smile you give a winner when breaking the good news. Bakugou practically beamed at the man and nodded gratefully. He even bowed a little and watched him go.   I did it.. I got the job.. He waited for the others to leave, his head swimming with all the things that would change in his life. He’d be able to move to a better apartment, finally- maybe pay off some loans he’d taken. He’d be able to buy a car!? And best of all, he could dance as much as he wanted- no more having to scrape shit off of pans and wait tables for extra cash.

A glowing Bakugou waited and smiled at the producers one by one, who smiled back. The room cleared out slowly but surely, and before he knew it- it was just him standing in front of them. He couldn’t keep it in anymore, so he moved forward to shake their hands, smiling much wider than they’d seen him do so far. He opened his mouth to say the words, when somebody else seemed to beat him to it. “Thank you so much for the opportunity sir- I won’t disappoint you! I can’t believe it!”, his voice sounded loud and clear. Katsuki turned to see motherfucking Deku- beaming and shaking hands with the company officials- even the staff, the lighting and camera crew. What the fuck was happening? 

“What- what’s the meaning of this-“, the blond started. Izuku seemed to notice him then too, and his smile was slowly disappearing. He was confused now, he’d been sure the producer had asked him to stay back, so why was Katsuki Bakugou here with him?? “Uh- is there another round for us to go through?”, the greenet could only think of this explanation, his eyes not leaving the other’s feral gaze. One of the music producers stepped forward with a reassuring smile. She looked at the other officials before continuing, “Well, this season, we were supposed to only have one spot open for hire- we were going to put your talents to use wherever we needed you- maybe groom you further to go solo- but..” She smiled wider and raised her hands, as if in awe. The other man took over then, “But we figured you’re both so good- and so well tuned with each other- we could take you both, make an exception! Our choreographers were very impressed with your form and style-“ The head choreographer continued, “We put our heads together and decided there’s something for the both of you if things go as planned-“ The two rivals stood still, listening to their words. Izuku looked at Katsuki, then looked back at the man. “Well- that’s fine by me, as long as I get the job- I’m happy for.. Bakugou san as well”, he ventured slowly, his eyes trailing back to the blond’s face. Katsuki on the other hand, kept silent. They both get the job? Something was up- this was Big Hit- they had very high selection criteria and you had to be lucky to get an audition slot, let alone get hired by them. He refused to believe another spot had magically been created to accommodate them both. “Well- you do both get the job.. “, the main producer continued, but his tone had changed. He looked visibly wary of saying the next part. “As long as you dance together- we’re thinking of putting you two in a group” The choreographer sipped at his coffee, his eyes darting between the clearly flustered Midoriya, and.. was Bakugou vibrating slightly? Oh dear.. “WHAT? US TOGETHER?? WHAT PART OF US SINGS HARMONY EXACTLY?”, the blond spat out- his finger jerked between Deku and himself. The head producer stepped forward to speak, but before he did, Bakugou yelled yet again directing his words at his competitor this time. “I WILL NOT TAKE HALF A SPOT- I’M TAKING HIS SPOT- DEKU’S SPOT IS MINE- I DESERVE AN ENTIRE SPOT-“ “Katsuki.. this is our final offer- if it’s not what you’re suited to- I’m sorry to say Izuku will be taking the job from you”, the man spoke with a steely gaze fixed on the exploding blond, who now seemed to deflate. “I speak on the behalf of the rest of the company in voicing our honest opinion- you did not make it easy for us to pick you after seeing your lack of cooperative spirit- and your temper”

He sounded even sterner. This was bad, Bakugou had already pushed his luck. “Having said that- the only reason you’re here now is merit- you earned your spot fair and square, our decision was based on us banking hard on your talent and work ethic- but if you do leave now, I think we might just dodge this bullet- save ourselves from dealing with your lack of sportsmanship later on-“ Bakugou stood there, humbled even somewhat humiliated. He bowed his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, “I.. apologize for my behaviour- I am very grateful for the opportunity- of course I will take it-“ That was the truth. He needed this job, even if it meant having to work together with this.. this.. “It’ll be great working with you Bakugou san!” He was beaming right at him, freckles and all.

Izuku wasn’t especially comfortable with the new arrangement, but seeing the blond’s demeanour change just now- it gave him hope. It had been clear to him over the week that Kacchan was a very proud young man- his ego knew no bounds. And yet, in this moment, he was willing to put it behind him for this job- that could only mean that he shared the same passion as him. He wanted this just as much. Katsuki tried to swallow the lump in his throat before letting out a deep breath. He turned to the other, and raised his hand to shake his. “The feeling’s.. mutual..”, he grumbled out the words- giving the distinct impression that the feeling was indeed, not mutual. “Brilliant! Good to see you two getting along- both very talented young men- we expect great things from you- we’ll be preparing to move you in with the other potential members-“ The words seemed to hang in the air, in some distant world from the one Katsuki was in. He stood with his hand clasped in Deku’s, his eyes fixed on his face. He really was smiling at him just now- didn’t this piss him off at all? Having to work together with him? After all the crap he’d said to him?? Izuku’s eyes locked on his. But suddenly they faltered and looked away, a faint blush formed on his cheeks. Fuck me. He’s cute too- goddammit. Bakugou frowned slightly and pulled his hand away from his. If they were going to be in a dance group- he was sure Deku looking like a goddamn bunny rabbit would earn him a higher position. All he could do was look angry- audiences didn’t like that. Big Hit would be training them to make their debut- something big, something flashy. As he turned to face the officials and nodded at the new information, he looked to his right, at his face. His eyes trailed down to his shoulders.. his chest.. his hips. With a little huff, he looked away. They’d be training to dance together- and this pretty, green dude would be taking center stage- of course he would.. with form like that- and a body like that.

As they left for the day with an address to move into, and a new schedule, new contacts to call for help, Midoriya found himself running to catch up to Bakugou in the lift again. He didn’t seem to be in a talking mood. “So.. I guess we’re going to be flatmates too huh- Bakugou san..”, he ventured slowly. His eyes looked over his face for signs he should back off. But there weren’t any. The blond seemed to have resigned himself to behave. “You don’t have to call me that- geez..” “Bakugou sa-?” “YEAH THAT- “, he snapped at him, then calmed down instantly. Guilt was eating away at him. He was supposed to live with the guy being chirpy as fuck like this? The honorifics had to stop. “Look uhh- we got off on the wrong foot last time we talked..”, Katsuki found himself talking to Midoriya’s feet. He couldn’t bear to be looking at his all-forgiving face right now. He’d fucked up, and he should apologize, so he was doing just that. “Just call me Katsuki- and that stuff was out of line- what I said to you about being worth-“ Izuku cut him off just then, with a big smile on his face, “Ah that’s alright- anyway, when you said Deku? It sounded more like ‘I can do it!’ to me- you can still call me that if you want Kacchan-“ The spiky haired blond looked up at him, his jaw dropping to the damn floor as the elevator doors opened. He followed after the zippy little shit as he went to catch his bus. “HEY- NOT THAT- NOT WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT WAS- YOU-“

All Deku responded with was a hand raised in a goodbye, and a smile stretched across his face ear to ear.  Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk at that. He raised his brow at him sitting in the window seat.

I’m not done with you, he texted him on the number he’d given him, then looked up at his face, smug.

A ping sounded, revealing the reply.

You can do whatever you want with me on Monday Kacchan, I’m not going anywhere.

Bakugou’s eyes caught on every word. He felt the corners of his lips go up, as he watched the bus crawl away, taking Deku with it. He looked so damn pleased with himself with his headphones on and his eyes closed.

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Pinky Finger

This is just a separate post of something I just reblogged! (Its my own content I just posted it underneath the original inspiration) (Credit for the prompt goes to @dekatsu )

So this came out to be A LOT longer than i intended soooo, here you go i guess?

AO3 link here

It’s the pinky finger. Of course, it is. It seems like every shitty thing originates from that small appendage. It’s ridiculous really.

Katsuki could really do without this shit.  

It all started when Midoriya broke all his fingers except his right pinky, from there the damned thing was out to end Katsuki Bakugo’s life. It was the little things, leading with his pinky instead of his pointer finger like a normal fucking person, tapping his desk so quietly that Katsuki was the only one able to hear it, and the last, most devastating, approaching obscene, way he sucked on the tip of his pinky when he was too concentrated to realize what he was doing. That was the metaphorical nail in the coffin, and if Katsuki were to witness that while fighting, it would be literal.

Katsuki was fucked, and he knew it. It was bad enough having a crush on your childhood friend that you bullied then eventually and painfully formed a tentative friendship with but, it was even worse being utterly obsessed with his damned pinky. It couldn’t have been something normal like his ass (which was spectacular) or his legs (which could crush him any day of the week) or even his hair (softer than what should be considered legal) no, it had to be his fucking finger. To top off the shittiest cake known to man, his best friend (a thought he would never admit to having) figured it out.

Katsuki was very careful to be discrete, all to avoid the very conversation he was pointedly not taking apart in. Kirishima managed to corner him outside his dorm room.

“Bakubro, what's with you and Mido? I know you guys are friends now, but you barely look him in the eyes, and you constantly look super focused whenever he is talking to you.” A wordless grunt is all Kirishima got in response, typical.

“Alright, I guess I’ll just have to take guesses and see which one sticks. Ok here goes, are you trying to think of a way to destroy him without actually killing him?”

Silence.

“Ok, trying to read his mind?”

A bored look.

“How about trying to make him stop talking with only your mind?”

A look that read ‘you are a dumbass’

Kirishima smiled before he spoke again, almost knowingly. “Oh, I know, you are trying to figure out a way to ask him out.”

No eye contact, a poorly concealed flush on his cheeks. Bingo.

“Finally something I can work with. So what’s the plan, I say we call it Operation: Izukatsu what do you think?”

“I think you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and also doesn’t know how to properly name something.” Finally, Katsuki broke his silence.

“Alright smart guy what do you think we should call it?” Kirishima expertly avoided leaving room for denial.

“First of all, there is no ‘it’ so congrats you jumped to a dumb fucking conclusion and second you are a dumb fuck.” Of course, Katsuki found room for denial.

“Ok, ouch did you need an entire point to call me dumb? Don’t answer that! And yes there is an ‘it’ I can tell because you wouldn’t have said anything in the first place if there wasn’t. Admit it, bro, I’m smarter than I look!”

Katsuki flushed again, it remained a flush because he vehemently swears he does not have the ability to blush.

“See! That right there is the ‘it’ I’m talking about. Bro, you know I won’t say anything right? It would be pretty messed up if I did since I'm kinda the same way with Denki.” That was the perfectly placed vulnerability, the perfect way to get someone like Katsuki to cave in.

“No, you and Pikachu are fucking gross, basically sucking each other's dicks in front of everyone and still not getting together.” Maybe Kirishima’s plan wasn’t flawless, it just needed some adjustment.

“Well if I make a move on Denki will you make a move on Mido? That’s a double win for you, a boyfriend and you won’t have to see whatever it is Denki and I do.” Well adjusted, vulnerability and a wager.

“I’m only going to say this once and only to you because I know you won’t go blab your fucking mouth to the first person you see. Fine, if you figure your shit out with Pikachu I’ll figure out mine. But you have to convince Deku it was a joke when he laughs in my face.” Katsuki wouldn’t meet the redhead’s eyes.

“Bro, you know Mido isn’t like that and I doubt he is going to laugh at you. Plus I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“And why the fuck do you think you know how I feel.” It wasn’t a question, but Kirishima was going to give him an answer anyway, he needed to hear it.

“Do you not see the way he looks at you? Or talks about you? Or how excited he gets when you talk to him? Or how he basically jumped around when you agreed to spar with him? Or-”

“OK! I get it, whatever. He’s like that with everyone.”

“Bro if he was like that with me, you would have blown me up a long time ago.”

“Ok, fine whatever, if this blows up it’s on you.”

“I will take that risk for you bro.”

Katsuki finally relaxed a bit, assuming the conversation was finished.

“So, what should we call it if Izukatsu isn’t ok?” Kirishima had the confidence to smirk, thinking he could fluster his best friend.

“...bakudeku.” Katsuki said, barely loud enough for Kirishima to hear him.

“BRO I DIDN’T KNOW YOU ACTUALLY HAD ONE!”

“Shut up! TELL ANYONE AND DIE!!!”

“Oh, come on you know I won’t say anything, not even to the squad.”

“Whatever this has been way too much talking about this bull shit, come find me after you grow a pair and ask out the phone charger.” With that Katsuki walked away, nearly slamming into Deku, but the nerd’s reflexes had quickened since coming to UA so he was able to step aside and grab onto Katsuki before they ran into each other.

“Woah Kacchan, where’s the fire? What’s got you walking so quickly?”As he spoke Katsuki could feel the hand on his bicep twitch, that was the only warning he got before he felt the tapping. So light that many would not have noticed, and if it was anyone else Katsuki wouldn’t have, but the hyper-focus he gained around Deku was amplified as his right pinky lightly tapped him rhythmically.

“Oh just shitty hair being stupid, I don’t want to lose IQ points.” Deku laughed, Katsuki wanted him to do it again.

“Kacchan I know he’s your best friend, no need to pretend.” More giggles followed.

“Well, whatever, either way, that's what I was walking away from. What about you, aren't you usually with Round Face for breakfast on Sundays?” He hoped that didn’t come off creepy, he just happened to know where Deku usually was on Sundays.

“Oh yeah usually, but she needed some time to talk to Tsu so I told her to take her to breakfast! Hopefully, now she won’t get so distracted every time Tsu walks by.” A smile lit up Deku's face as he quietly laughed, nearly blinding to Katsuki.

“Finally, maybe now I’ll be able to go to class without being caught between someone staring at their damn crush, it's gross walking between Shitty Hair and Pikachu can’t even imagine your two.” Katsuki faked a small gag which earned him a pretty laugh, maybe he could record it.

“Lucky you, I still have to deal with Todoroki, I make sure to avoid Class B when I’m with him if he sees Shinsou there is no getting him back.”

“Does this class need a fucking matchmaker? Is that what it'll take? Even Racoon Eyes can’t get enough of Earphones I swear can’t go anywhere without someone acting dumb around their crush.” Katsuki silently hoped this would be the end of this particular topic, talking about crushes while Deku tapped his bicep was hitting way too close to home.

As if he could read Katsuki’s thoughts, Deku removed his hand, the contact was immediately missed.

“Maybe a matchmaker wouldn’t be so bad, I don’t know how much more I can take!” Deku laughed again, he was definitely out to get Katsuki today.

“Oh and what about you? Does Round Face expect you to use your Sunday the same way she is?” Katsuki heavily faked nonchalance, he knew Kirishima wouldn’t take long to hold up his end of the bargain and he at least wanted to prepare for rejection.

Nervous laughter met his ears and when he looked at Deku he saw a red face, only managing to make his freckles stand out even more, damn any higher power, that was fucking cute.

“Oh um I don’t think she expects anything from me!” Deku’s pinky started to twitch, capturing Katuki’s attention momentarily.

“Good, since you’re free and I have Mario Kart for my switch, wanna play?” Did he fucking say good? Shit, hopefully, Deku didn’t notice.

“Oh, sure! I just need to eat something first if I don’t, I won’t make it through one round.” If he did notice he didn’t mention it.

“I was about to make some rice and I guess I could make enough for you cause I’m guessing you can’t cook for shit, even if it's just rice.”

“I’m going to choose to ignore the insult and just say thanks, so thanks Kacchan!” Another blinding smile, fuck.

“You ignoring it means it probably true, come on I’m starving.” Katsuki didn’t wait for a response, electing to walk forward and hope the damn nerd followed him.

He did.

They made their way into the kitchen area and Deku just pushed himself up onto the counter and watched as Katsuki expertly moved his way around the kitchen, it didn’t take long, he was only making rice after all.

Just as he finished he commented, “You know, you could’ve helped me instead of just staring at me.”

Although he was red, Deku managed to respond, “I thought you said I can’t cook, what happened to that huh?”

“Well, either way, you didn’t have to stare.” Katsuki tacked on a light laugh at the end, he hoped Deku knew he was joking.

“Wh-what! I wasn’t-”

“Nerd! I’m messing with you, now come on and eat already, I didn’t cook for you not to eat.”

They both ate fairly quickly, neither was kidding when they said they were hungry. Once they finished they got up and made their way back towards Katsuki’s dorm.

“Let me stop in my room to grab a blanket really quickly so I can beat you in Mario Kart without getting cold.”

“Yeah right you’re gonna beat me, no one has been able to beat me yet. Come on, let's go.”

The two make it to Midoriya’s room and Katsuki is told to wait by the door while Midoriya grabs a few things. He takes the time to watch the nerd navigate perfectly around his mess of a room, collecting snacks, and a big blanket. His eyes wander around the rest of the room, flicking between All Might decorations and figurines, and school work. As he glanced towards the windowsill above the bed, he noticed something stark compared to all of the All Might things.

“Hey Nerd, what's that on your window? It doesn’t look like any All Might stuff I’ve seen.” Katsuki’s interest piqued when Deku turned red and tried to stutter out a response. He was finally able to compose himself.

“Oh, that’s just an old hero figuring I found, nothing crazy.” Katsuki didn’t buy it.

“Well let me see, what hero is it? I know just as many of them as you do.” Deku quickly moved to grab the figurine but a firm hand on his wrist stopped him.

“Like I said, it’s just something I found, you wouldn’t be interested in it! Trust me!”

“Then let me see it, now I’m curious.” Deku tried to wiggle out of the firm grasp, without activating his quirk Katsuki had him beat in raw strength so he was out of luck.

“N-no! Trust me you won’t like it!”

“And how do you know that?”

“Uh, just a hunch?”

“Are you asking or telling? You know what, whatever I’m just going to grab it.”

“NO WAIT!” Deku tried to get him to stop but Katsuki was already leaning over the bed to grab it, all while keeping his eyes on Deku, making sure he didn’t try to stop him.

“What could be so bad-” Katsuki finally looked down at the black and orange figurine in his hand, it was him in his hero costume. His cheeks tinged with red, he had to come up with something to say and fast.

“Tch they got my hair wrong, it’s pointier than that.”  He continued to inspect the figure, trying to act unaware of Deku’s blush and slight sputtering.

“Uh, I um found that in a hero kiosk is the mall just after the sports festival, apparently a lot of people wanted figures of the winners. The ones of Todoroki and Tokoyami didn’t look right, but yours was pretty close, I guess I got excited seeing you three as figures.” It was a wonder the nerd didn’t pass out from a lack of oxygen, he tried to explain himself all in one breath.

“Who would want losers on their shelves anyway, at least I earned a spot, HA I wonder how many people actually have these.” The lack of insults seemed to calm Deku down a bit.

“I actually asked! He said he had sold at least 50 of just yours that day alone! For someone who isn’t even a Pro yet, I thought that was pretty impressive!”

“Heh, probably more than the other two, anyways why don’t all of the extras know about this? I know for a fact a handful of them have been in here and none of them would have let me hear the fucking end of it.”

“Oh um well usually I put it away when people come over, but today was a surprise so…” His pinky started to tap against his arm slowly, he was embarrassed.

“Eh, they would all be too jealous to function anyways. So are you ready? Mario Kart isn’t going to play itself.” Hopefully, the change in subject would calm him down.

“Yeah! We can go now.” The tapping stopped as Katsuki replaced the figure.

“Alright then hurry the fuck up, we’re wasting time.”

The two made their way to Katsuki’s room, but as they got closer Deku’s pinky started tapping his thigh.

“You nervous I’m going to beat you so badly you won’t get to finish the race?” Katsuki hoped to try and ease the anxiety he could see in the other.

“What? I’m not nervous! I’m definitely going to beat you!” His pinky gave him away, it tapped faster as they approached the door.

‘Do I tell him I can tell he’s nervous? Would that be embarrassing? Should I just let it go? Why was he so nervous anyway?’ Katsuki’s mind was running on overdrive until he finally settled on something to say.

“Tch, as if. No way you could beat me.”

“Well we’ll just see won’t we?” Although Deku looked smug and challenging his pinky still twitched.

As the pair entered the room Deku took a look around noticing how clean it was, although he didn’t expect much less. Katsuki made quick work of setting up the game and directed Deku to the bed.

“You can put the snacks on the desk and sit on the bed, unless you want to sit on the floor?”

“I think gaming usually happens on the floor leaning against the bed, we don’t want you to singe your bed when you lose, do we?” He displayed the confidence so well that Katsuki was wondering if the pinky tapping didn’t mean what he thought. He immediately scrapped that line of thought, there was no way he was wrong.

“I think we have to worry about you rage quitting.” A quick eyebrow raise solidified the challenge, both were determined to win.

Katsuki sat down next to Deku on the floor leaning on the bed and handed him a controller, as they went to the player select screen Deku threw the blanket around his head and over his shoulders. The fabric bunched all around him and Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder why he brought such a big blanket.

“Let’s see what shitty set up you use Deku, cause I know it won’t be as good as mine.” They both completed the character select in relative silence, one they were done both had… comments.

“Never pegged you for a Baby Mario kinda doesn’t fit you.” Deku chuckled out.

“HEY! He is fast and he is a mini badass when you jump! And you don’t see me making fun of you for using Yoshi! Especially the green one, how predictable!”

“Mhmm sure Kacchan, just tell me one thing? Why did you start using him in the first place?”

“Oh wipe the smug look off your face, it started as a bet. I told Shitty Hair I could beat him with anyone and any setup and he said prove it, so we spent an entire night going through me using all the characters and it was just the funniest fucking thing to see Dry Bowser get beaten so badly by Baby Mario! Now whenever someone loses to me it's just that much better that they lost to a literal baby!”

“Why am I not surprised? And Green Yoshi has always been good to me!”

“Look, just wait until you see badass little Baby Mario on the first place pedestal, you will see what I’m talking about.”

The two played the four rounds of the Star Cup, and as they finished the heated round on Mount Wario they saw they had tied for points. The lead up to the awards screen played out and both of their characters were featured.

“Haah?! I won on a technicality!? No fucking way, I need to completely beat you, none of this tie bullshit!”

“Well Kacchan, it is something to see the person in second place still be taller than the one in first even though the platforms are uneven.”

“Are you not going to acknowledge our tie?!”

“I was getting to it, looks like since you won the last race in the cup, the game gives you first place. That's interesting. I never knew that. I wonder what happens if you tie with a CPU? Or if you tie on a worldwide game?”

“Deku! Mumbling!”

“Right sorry. Wanna rematch?” The excited look in his eyes took Katsuki by surprise, he could only navigate the way into setting up the next match.

“I think we should do the Lightning Cup first because the Special Cup has the harder version of rainbow road, in comparison the rainbow road on the N64 is pretty easy.”

“Yeah sure whatever Deku, just stop leaning into the hard turns, this isn’t the Wii, everything is on the controller.” The only reason there was a need to mention this was because Deku was leaning dangerously close to Katsuki, and he wasn’t sure he could hold it together.

“Oh! Sure Kacchan, I didn’t even realize I was doing it!” The pretty blush was back on his cheeks as he let out a small laugh, Katsuki definitely couldn’t hold it together.

“I’m only telling you cause by the time we get to rainbow road you’ll practically be in my lap!”

This was not the right thing to say. The thought alone made the two of them horribly red, and Deku started to tap his pinky again.

“Let’s start the fucking race, I have a point to prove.’

This cup went similar to the first but Deku managed to take first place in the last race, Rainbow Road N64, meaning Yoshi was at the top of the platform.

“Not this fucking tie again! Damn it Deku! When did you become good at video games?” Katsuki cautioned a look at his bundled up nerd, also a mistake. The pride in his eyes as he looked at Katsuki made his breath hitch ever so slightly.

“I’ve always been good, you were just too scared to admit it!”

“Tch whatever, we still have one more cup that’s worth our time.” Katsuki forced himself to look away, despite the warning before the previous round, Deku ended up even closer to him and he wouldn’t be able to hold it together much longer.

“Maybe this next one we won’t actually tie.”

“I don’t plan on it nerd.” Katsuki contemplated for a second before continuing, “Share your damn blanket its fucking cold in here and all my shit’s folded.” He had been thinking about asking since he saw how big the blanket was but better late than never.

“Oh, sure!” Deku unwrapped himself and draped the big blanket over their laps, now connected by their thighs, and tucked it around them. Successfully keeping them together in a blanket cage.

Katsuki focused very hard to keep himself from wrapping around Deku, trying to focus on the game in front of him, as he started up the final cup.

The last was shockingly similar to the first two, although Katsuki was very close to becoming the fair winner until Deku started to tap his controller leaving Katsuki momentarily distracted leading to the final tie.

“Another fucking tie, that's it it’s gotta be rigged!”

“Kacchan I just think we’re too good and the game doesn’t know how to handle it.” Deku giggled which effectively cut Katsuki’s train of thought short.

“Tch whatever you’re probably right. It just can’t handle us.” Katsuki allowed himself to laugh too, eventually, the pair leaned against each other and the bed calming down after a bout of laughing and small jokes continuing to make everything seem much funnier than it was until the two were breathless. Once the two finally settled, Katsuki realized he didn’t want Deku to leave, even though he only extended an offer of Mario Kart.

“Wanna watch a movie? You brought a bunch of shit and we haven’t even touched it.”

“Yeah, sure! What’d you wanna watch?” Pointedly neither moved from their position.

“I have a bunch of All Might’s old movies downloaded on my laptop, we could watch those?” Before he spoke he could feel Deku’s excitement.

“Yes! That sounds like fun! Maybe we could sit somewhere else though, the floor is only comfortable for so long.”

“Yeah, we can just sit on my bed and use a pillow to prop up the laptop.” At this Katsuki reluctantly moved, grabbing his laptop and the snacks off of his desk moving them to his night table. Deku grabbed the pillow and settled in near the wall, making room for Katsuki to sit next to him, they were basically pressed up against each other from shoulder to ankle due to the size of the bed.

“Man, I haven’t seen one of these in a while, I guess it’s different when you have the real one as your teacher huh.”

“Damn right it is, I remember watching one of these at your house when we were barely old enough to understand what was going on. Auntie Inko was so confused when all we kept screaming was ‘I am Here’ as we ran around.” Katsuki began to laugh at the memory, it seemed like so long ago.

“Oh my gosh, I remember that! Didn’t we use Auntie Mitsuki’s towels as capes?” Deku soon joined the laughter.

“Yeah, the hag was trying to scold us but Auntie Inko pointed at the TV and they just kinda let us be, I guess they knew we wouldn’t stop for a while.”

“Man if I would’ve been told that All Might was going to be my teacher I would’ve freaked out, I kinda did when I found out honestly.”

“If you tell anyone this you’ll be dead before you can finish your sentence, but I did too. I scared the neighbor’s cat with my quirk on accident.” At this Deku threw his head back and laughed so infectiously that soon the pair was in a similar state to the one they had been in on the floor just before deciding to watch a movie. Breathless and happy the pair leaned back and watched the action sequence in front of them play out.

With the occasional comment the movie went by quickly and neither made a move to stop the next one from playing.

By the time Katsuki knew what was happening the second movie was almost over. He blearily lifted his head and tried to sit up, realizing he couldn’t move because of a weight on his chest. He looked down and took in the sight in front of him. Here he was basically cuddling with Deku, right arm over the greenette’s back resting on his hip. He saw that Deku had him trapped in a hug with an arm on either side of him and a head relaxed on his chest.

Deciding against his better judgment, Katsuki decided to lay his head back down, wrap his other arm around Deku, and go back to sleep.

This time he was woken by a voice.

“Kacchan. Kacchan?” Along with the voice, Katsuki could hear the end credits of the third movie playing in the background.

“Mmm shhh, I’m sleeping.”

“Kacchan! I can’t get up.”

“That sounds like a you problem, Deku.”

“Kacchan would you open your eyes!”

“No, I’m still asleep.”

At this, the pair heard the door swing open and a voice before they could react.

“Hey, Bakubro! You missed lu- oh hey Mido sorry I didn’t realize you two were in here, I’ll just go.”

Both boys on the bed scrambled to get up and respond, Deku was the first to compose himself.

“Oh don’t w-worry Kirishima! I just fell asleep during a movie.” He didn’t say anymore, clearly red with embarrassment.

“What is it that you need Shitty Hair?” Katsuki shot Kirishima, a warning glare that was dulled by the flush on his cheeks.

“Oh, well I was just coming to ask why you missed lunch and tell you some uh, news you could say.” The eyebrow raise made it perfectly clear as to what news he had for Katsuki.

“No- not already? Are you fucking serious! Not even a full day?!”

“I am serious thank you very much, we are going to get ramen tomorrow after classes get out!” The excitement was clear in his voice. “Now it’s your turn!”

“What do you mean Kirishima? It’s Kacchan’s turn for what?” The curiosity overpowered any lingering embarrassment.

“Well, basically Bakubro and I made a deal. He said that, and I quote ‘if you figure your shit out with Pikachu I’ll figure out mine’ so, now he has to make his own move.” Kirishima turned to face Katsuki and raised an expectant eyebrow before either could say anything they heard a small voice.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a crush on someone Kacchan.” And then slightly louder and more positive “Anyways, I’ll let you guys talk. I should go, Uraraka will want to talk to me, bye guys!” Deku stood up and walked to the door without grabbing anything.

“Deku wait!” It was too late, he was already out the door.

“REALLY?! Did you have to say all that shit to him?! Fuck! And he left his fucking blanket!” Katsuki now stood and paced around in front of Kirishima.

“Sorry! I thought you had already made your move! You guys were all cuddled up so I just assumed!”

“Fuck! No! We seriously just fell asleep! Damn it! What am I going to do, he thinks I like someone else?!”

“Bro, did you hear how he sounded when he said he didn’t know you had a crush on someone? “

“Yeah, he sounded surprised, what the hell does that have to do with anything?!”

“DUDE! He didn’t sound surprised! He sounded heartbroken! Or maybe just really sad, I guess heartbroken is a strong word.”

“What the fuck? No, he didn’t, did he?” Katsuki sounded almost hopeful, which maybe wasn’t fully appropriate for the situation.

“Ok dude, first of all, don't sound so happy about him being sad, second of all YES he did, would you just go and get him?!”

“NO! What the hell man! Things between us are complicated! I can’t just go up to him, it would make things weird! I have to have some kind of plan that I can get out of because I’m still not convinced that you know what you are talking about.”

“Bakugou! If you don't, believe me, why don’t you go ask Todoroki or Uraraka?! I don’t want to deal with any more of this! Dude, he likes you, you like him, go for it!”

“Look, it’s not that simple-”

“Yes, it is! What could possibly be holding you of all people back? You should-”

“I TOLD HIM TO KILL HIMSELF! OK, look in middle school I gave him a lot of shit and I crossed a line that I can’t go back from and so now there is no way he could ever see me like that, I am lucky enough that he can even look at me!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. That's why I don’t want to just go up to him, I can’t.”

“Want to talk about it? Maybe if you talk to me you can figure out what it is you want to do, because I still don’t think you should just sit on this.”

“Want to? Never. Should I? Probably.” They stayed in silence, the news was shocking enough to keep it from being awkward. There was a long pause before Katsuki finally spoke up again.

“Look, everyone knows he was a late bloomer but no one knows how late. It was like a month after school had started we were talking about high school and everyone knew I wanted to go to U.A. then the teacher mentions that Deku wants to go too, but at the time he still didn’t have signs of a quirk, at least that he showed. I had known him my whole life, I knew he wanted to be a hero and I also knew that if he did whatever the entrance exam practical was he would probably die or get seriously injured.

That doesn’t excuse what I said but I didn’t want him to get hurt, no matter how badly I treated him he was my best friend once, hell one of my only friends ever at that point. Everyone else flocked to me because I was flashy and powerful, he was my friend before we had to worry about quirks. So that year I was especially hard on him and it is so fucked up because even then it hurt to be mean to him, and yet I did it anyway because I had the fucked up mindset that he was going to hold me back from being a hero because he could never be one.

Then he jumps into the fucking middle of me and the sludge monster and I was so fucking mad that he did, if All Might hadn’t been there he would have been dead, all to save me who had told him to take a fucking swan dive off of a god damn building earlier that SAME FUCKING DAY.

Eventually, I apologized, obviously, now we are closer than we have been since we were four and you wanna know what he told me when I apologized for telling him to do that? He told me that his thought right after I told him was

‘Idiot! If I had really jumped, you’d be charged with bullying me into suicide!! Think before you speak!’

He was more worried about me getting in trouble than he was about what I actually fucking said to him. What kind of a shitty person can do all that to someone then still try to ask them out huh?! That's not even all, that's the worst of it but I gave him hell to try and protect him instead of growing a fucking pair and just telling him to not be reckless or even being there myself to fucking protect him. The only good thing to come out of that shitshow is that I was the only one fucking with him, no one else dared to bully him because he was my target. Do you hear how fucking awful that sounds? The only good thing I did for him was bully him enough that no one else did. So yeah it’s fucking complicated.

Now I learned his nervous ticks because I’m fucking afraid that I still make him nervous. Like today I saw him start tapping his damn pinky as we got closer to my room and I freaked the fuck out and tried to figure out why he was nervous, how can I try to fucking date someone that I still check to see if they are afraid of me? The answer is I fucking can’t.” As Katsuki finished talking he realized he had tears running down his face, he didn’t even know when he started crying. He never met Kirishima’s eyes, he couldn’t take whatever hatred he was sure they displayed.

“Listen, that’s not who you are anymore, and if Midoriya is still by your side after all of that what makes you think he would abandon you now? I’m not going to push you anymore because it won’t do any good but I still think you should tell him, you talked out your past and now you guys are friends, why does it have to stop there?” Kirishima patted Katsuki’s knee from where he sat next to him. Katsuki finally looked up to see an encouraging smile on his friend’s face.

“Maybe I will. Shit! He’s probably still trying to figure out what happened earlier fuck! He wakes up basically being smothered by me then finds out I have a-” he stopped short.

“A crush?” Kirishima filled in.

“Yes, he thinks I have one on someone else! Fuck, I need to find him.”

“Dude, why don’t you take a second to eat something and clean yourself up? You both missed lunch and, no offense dude, but you kinda look like a mess.” Katsuki looked in a mirror and realized Kirishima was right, he was in rumpled sweatpants and a tank top, his hair was still messy from his nap, and his face was red and slightly puffy.

“Ok yeah, you’re right. Hand me my phone?”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna text pink cheeks and ask her to keep Deku busy until I can go talk to him, I don’t want him to be in the middle of something.”

[Baku] Hey, is Deku with you?

[Uraraka] Why.

[Baku] I need to talk to him.

[Uraraka] About?

[Baku] Does it fucking matter?

[Uraraka] Yeah it kinda does, so why do you need to talk to him?

[Baku] Why does it matter?

[Uraraka] Maybe because I saw him walk out of your room looking like a mess and he won’t tell me why.

[Baku] Fuck, are you serious?

[Uraraka] Yes I’m serious! I keep trying to ask but he keeps changing the subject.

[Baku] Oh shit can you keep him busy for like 20 minutes? I just need some time then I can go talk to him and sort everything out

[Uraraka] Only if you tell me why he doesn’t want to talk about it.

[Baku] Fine whatever, him and I fell asleep watching a movie together Kirishima walked in to find us laying together then the stupid head told him that I like someone but I’m not really sure what part he doesn’t want to talk about.

[Uraraka] When you say laying together you mean…

[Uraraka] Cuddling?

[Baku] Yeah.

[Uraraka] How close were you?

[Baku] Does it matter?

[Uraraka] Yes! I won’t keep him here unless you tell me.

[Baku] Fuck! Fine, he was basically on top of me, hugging me and my arms were around him. Now, are we done? Can I count on him being with you?

[Uraraka] One more thing. When you say you ‘like’ someone, you mean like a crush right?

[Baku] Seriously?

[Baku] Fine. Yes.

[Uraraka] Alright he’ll be with me in the kitchen.

[Baku] Perfect.

“Alright, I have twenty minutes to pull myself together and figure out what to say to him. Fuck, I don’t know what to say to him. What did you say to get Pikachu to go out with you?”

“Oh, we’re already together, we’ve been dating for like three weeks, he and I just thought this would be the best way to get you to ask out Mido.”

“Are you fucking serious?! You know what that is a problem for another time, just tell me how it went down three weeks ago.”

“Well, basically I saw Denki turn down a girl from the support course and so I went and asked him why he said no, he told me she wasn’t his type so I asked him what his type was and he told me that he was into guys so the girl really didn’t have a chance and so I took a risk and asked him if he wanted to go with me to get dinner, like on a date, were my words i think and he said yes. And while we were at dinner we ended up talking about we had both been kinda crushing on each other and he said that and I quote “At least we aren’t as bad as Kacchan and Deku’ and he said your names in air quotes so we came up with a plan to get you to ask out Mido.”

“You are absolutely no help, you are only going to make me mad. Fucking three weeks and you don’t tell me.”

“You have been pining after Mido for like a year now I don't want to hear anything.”

“Fine, whatever, just help me figure out what to say.”

“Just tell him the truth! That would be the easiest thing to do.”

“Ok, you know what I’m going to fix myself up and then go find him I don’t want to hear you anymore you are not making me feel any better.”

“Alright bro, just tell me how it goes ok?”

“Tch yeah whatever.”

Kirishima leaves Katsuki in his room, where he spends the next 15 minutes washing his face, brushing his hair, finding something to wear, and folding the blanket Deku left. Before he knows it, it’s time to head down to the kitchen, but when he gets there he sees Uraraka sitting by herself.

“What the fuck pink cheeks! I thought you said you would keep him here!”

“I did, he's just going to the bathroom, calm down Bakugou.” Katsuki stood facing her, back to the door and let out a sigh.

“So have you figured out what you’re going to tell him?”

“Nope, not in the slightest.”

“I think you should just say it, just tell him ‘Deku I have a crush on you’ just like that.”

“Yeah no I don’t think so, also how do you know that I… like him?”

“Because neither of you is as subtle as you’d like to think, anyway if not just telling him then what are you going to say?”

“I don’t know! All I know is that I can’t just tell him.”

“And why not?”

“Right, yeah. Cause telling him ‘hey Deku i just thought you should know that I have a giant fucking crush on you, so much so that apparently half of this damned school knew before either of us did, and I’d really like to date you if you want to.’ would totally go over well, and why the hell do you keep moving like that? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I was trying to tell you to shut up!”

“And why is tha-”

“Hey, Kacchan.”

“Hey Deku. WAIT DEKU!” At this Katsuki finally turned around, blushing like crazy, no matter what he said.

“I’ll let you two talk…” Uraraka made her way out of the kitchen leaving the two boys alone.

“So… how much did you hear?”

“I’ve been here since the first ‘Hey Deku’”

“Oh wow ok yeah she really was trying to tell me to shut up.”

“Um, Kacchan?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“Well yeah, as much as I wish you hadn’t heard it that way I wasn’t lying.” The two were still in the same places, Deku in the doorway and Katsuki in the middle of the room.

“What about the thing Kirishima said back in your dorm?”

“He was talking about you, dumbass.” Maybe the insult wasn’t necessary, but it made both feel more comfortable, it felt more familiar than anything else at that point. Katsuki decided to lean against the island behind him.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” After Katsuki responded neither spoke for a moment, tension hung around them. Until Katsuki finally broke.

“So, do you want to go get dinner, like on a date? Maybe today?” After Kirishima told him what happened between him and Kaminari, Katsuki couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“OH! Yes! I would love to, today?” Deku seemed to finally realize what was happening as he responded, excitement taking over his features.

“Yeah? You really want to?” Katsuki let himself become hopeful, the entire thing was far more nerve-wracking than he imagined.

“Yes, Kacchan! When and where?” The enthusiasm was clear on Deku’s face and it seeped into Katsuki.

“How about tonight I’ll pick you up at your dorm at six? And where will be a surprise.”  

“Sure! That will give me plenty of time to get ready, and it will give me a chance to talk to Uraraka, I need to chew her out for not telling me anything, she saw how much of a mess I wa-”

“Deku! You’re mumbling.” A small, fond smile appeared on Katsuki’s face, although he would never admit it.

“Oh! Sorry Kacchan, sometimes I can’t tell that I’m actually saying things out loud!”

“Nah, it’s fine. I just figured you probably wouldn’t want me to hear everything you were about to say.” A red glow took over Deku’s face, it was unfairly cute in Katsuki’s eyes.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Oh yeah! One more thing, you left your blanket in my room, I folded it up and left it on my bed, do you wanna go get it?”

“Oh no it’s fine, you can just give it to me tomorrow after classes, I don’t need it right away!” The red on Deku’s face got slightly darker.

“Alright, so I’ll just meet you at your dorm at six?” Katsuki finally straightened up, off the counter, and made to walk towards Deku.

“Yeah, sounds perfect!”

“Can't wait,” Katsuki said as he reached Deku. Before he left the kitchen, he leaned down and gave Deku a swift peck on the cheek, with confidence he didn’t realize he possessed at the moment.

The small sign of affection made them both blush madly, but Katsuki quickly walked away before either could realize that they were in a similar state.

As the two separated Katsuki’s mind drifted back to Deku’s pinky, the damned thing was out to ruin his life, but if that was the cost of being with Deku, then he was willing to let it wreak havoc. And if that night, Katsuki fell asleep wrapped in a large blanket surrounded by Deku’s scent, that would be between him and Deku, who was suspiciously happy to find a smell of burnt sugar lingering on his favorite blanket when he got it back.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed if you want to read a sequel of either any of the other pairs mentioned in this fic (maybe a get-together or a snapshot of what these two mean when they say their class needs a matchmaker.) OR if you want to see their date just let me know! I just didn't want to invest so much into this project when I have another request if I didn't know how much of this people would want to read! Thank you again!

Also, what are your opinions on the Mario Kart players? I really want to know what more people think, I've already had two people tell me Baku would play as Bowser but I kinda like him playing as Baby Mario, especially in this context.

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BNHA Angst Week

Day 7: Rose // Time

White day was fast approaching and normally, after being in a relationship for so long, Izuku would be excited for that day. Because he gets to pamper and get pampered by his Kacchan.

But he can’t do that.

Why?

Because he’s back a good decade or so before he even started dating Katsuki. He’s back in middle school, a good month before the sludge villain and meeting All Might. Over a good year before he and Kacchan finally clear up that misunderstanding that was— is simmering between them since they were kids.

But Deku just wants his Kacchan, even if only for a moment. He’s knows it’s selfish. He knows it’s wrong. He knows he shouldn’t be doing things. But... the heart wants what the heart wants and Deku doesn’t know if he’ll be okay if he doesn’t at least do this.

Izuku goes out to buy somethings. He’ll need to be careful when buying it. Hopefully Kacchan doesn’t see him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he sees those beautiful crimson eyes again.

Katsuki stops over to class, irritated and patience waning since he woke up.

First his mom had to shout him awake, saying that her and the old man will be out to get stuff for White day and all that shit.

Second, he was reminded fucking White day was coming up. The day he was planning on asking that nerd... Before that bastard... No. He shouldn’t think of it. There’s no use thinking about it when he’s been set back by literal years. Him and Deku aren’t a thing yet.

Deku is still the derogatory nickname he used for Izuku for years. It’s not the name of a hero just yet.

Deku, to Katsuki at this point in the timeline, is a useless, Quirkless, weak pebble on the side of the road that Katsuki should not pay mind to.

But Katsuki knows better. He’s a goddamn time traveller, of course he would know better. He knows Deku has a better heart than most Pro Heroes. He knows Deku would sacrifice himself again and again and again to save someone. He knows Deku is stronger than anyone he’s ever met. He knows Deku is the name of a hero, of a Symbol of Hope.

He knows that Deku is the name that brought— will bring hope in people’s hearts. Brought— bring hope in the hearts of Ochako, Tenya, Shouto, Eri, Sir Fucking Nighteye, and various other people.

But to him, Deku is the name of the guy that was always chasing after him. The guy he’s known since they were kids. And while they were never on friendly terms before U.A.. They always had a strange synergy with each other. When they didn’t think about it they moved seamlessly and in tandem with the other.

The first time it happen outside of training and life threatening situations is after they had long since started dating and moved into the same apartment. They were making dinner one night and they weaved and moved around perfectly with the other, passing things along and moving as easily as they would in a battle. The realization that they didn’t say a word to each other during the entire time they were cooking hit them when they were eating as one of them started talking.

They paused, before they broke out in a fit of giggles. A warm fluttering in their hearts as they smiled and laughed so hard that their cheeks started to hurt and they could both barely breathe.

After they calmed down, Izuku sighed, looking at Katsuki with his shining green eyes, “I love you...” He smiled at him with his eyes shining like emeralds reflecting the colour of the sea during sunset.

Katsuki smiled back, “I love you too, dork,” He chuckled, “Now, let’s eat?”

Izuku chuckled, before nodding, “Yeah.”

Katsuki’s heart flutters at the memory, before it painfully coils. He can’t have that now. He can’t have that for a long, long time. He won’t wake up to Izuku’s cute freckled mug in the morning. He won’t come home to cuddle with Izuku on the couch after a rough day. He won’t have the cheesy but nice walks down the park or beach during sunset. He won’t have Izuku looking at him like he’s... no, Izuku already looks up to him. He just won’t have Izuku looking at him the way he looks at Izuku right now.

Katsuki goes out. He doesn’t want to— shouldn’t be home alone right now. He might do something stupid like break a window or make a dent in the wall.

Izuku was pacing through the market, a checklist in hand and a hood over his head.

“Let’s see, I need some chocolate, cream... cocoa powder... caramel... food colouring...” Izuku mutters, as he walks into a grocery store and weaves through the aisles of the store. Briefly glancing up to check the shelves for the item’s he’s looking for and picking out what he needs.

Izuku hums once he’s done, “Perfect! Now I just need to do— Oof!” He bumps into another person while turning the corner.

“Sorry—” The voice sounds familiar... probably one of his classmates... great.

Izuku shakes his head, “No, it’s fin—” Izuku looks up see pale blonde hair and crimson red eyes. His heart stops. No.

“De- Deku...” Kacchan mutters, hesitant and unsure, sounding nothing like the boy Izuku remembers him to be at this time. But Izuku doesn’t notice over the own ache in his heart.

Izuku swallows down the fear in his system, “Ka- Kacchan...”

The two just stand there for a few moments, staring at each other. As if they’re trying to find something that they have already accepted it isn’t there.

He’s not yours yet.

I know.

“We- Well, Kacchan, I- I need to go,” Izuku stutters, hopefully Katsuki doesn’t notice the crack in his voice, taking a step back before walking around Katsuki.

Katsuki breaks out of his haze when Izuku leaves, he sighs and combs a hand through his hair.

Good job, shithead. You scared him.

Shut up... He... he isn’t the... he’s not my Izuku.

Not yet.

Katsuki shakes his head, ignoring the stupidly hopeful whispers in his brain telling him to woo Izuku now and not make the same mistakes as before. He wants to, too. Oh how he fucking wants to. How much he wants to change how he treated Izuku. How much he wants to change how terrible they both were at communicating properly. How... he so badly wants to change how Izuku looks at him, with his pretty eyes staring at him like a rabbit sensing a predator. How Izuku seems to freeze the moment they lock eyes, unmoving and scared. Scared of Katsuki.

Katsuki shakes his head, telling his brain to stop, before he continues buying stuff from the store with the occasional sight of Deku’s fluff green hair.

Katsuki sees the flower display and spots a suisen.

Maybe I should...

Izuku was currently sleeping the warmth of his bed, a warm figure pressed against his back holding him close.

Izuku instinctually snuggles up closer to them, “Kacchan...”

“Mhm,” Katsuki grumbles, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s hair.

A part of Izuku’s brain jolts into awareness, you were sent back. Kacchan shouldn’t be here.

Another part, the selfish, foolish, hopeful part of his brain hopes that it’s a lies and wants this to be real. To just have Katsuki with him, right now. Let him have this. Please.

A soft voice whispers in Izuku’s eat, the warmth of their breath making Izuku shiver, “Deku... I’m not there... wake up, Deku, wake up... I’m not there, bunny.”

“Mhm,” Izuku grumbles in protest, “But you’re right here.” Izuku grabs onto Katsuki’s hand that rests on his chest.

Katsuki sighs, and it’s heavy, tired, and wary, “I’m sorry... but... I’m not. He didn’t send me back... Only you... time for you to wake up, Deku... Izuku, wake up.”

Izuku feels himself trembling, clutching onto the hand holding him close, “Please, let me have this,” Izuku begs, as he feels tears roll down his cheeks, “Just let me have him back, just this one moment. Please.”

Katsuki doesn’t say anything, but the warmth from his form is long gone now that Izuku is aware.

“I’m sorry, bunny.” Izuku can feel Katsuki’s presence fading, he turns to see Katsuki actually fading away like an illusion or a dream.

“Please... no... Kacchan... Katsuki... don’t leave me...” Izuku tries to grab some part of the fading figure.

“Please, Izuku, love, don’t cry. Please.” Katsuki places his palm on Izuku’s cheek and wipes away a few tears. Izuku leans into his touch and places his own palm over Katsuki’s, as he fades away and Izuku is left all alone.

When White Day came, Izuku and Katsuki went by the day as normal. Izuku with his isolation and notes, and Katsuki with his showboating. Neither interacting unless provoked by one of their classmates.

Lunch rolls by and the moment everyone leaves, Izuku places something on Katsuki’s desk.

Katsuki returns with his lackeys near the end of lunch to spot a box of chocolate on his desk with flowers. A white rose, a primrose, a red camellia, and a gladiolus. Katsuki looks at the box and the small bouquet for a moment, before glancing around to try and find Deku.

It couldn’t have... no. It’s probably some other idiot... but did this happen in the first timeline? Maybe I’m going a bit insane... but it could’ve only have been him...

Katsuki gently places the box and flowers in his bag.

The school day has ended, and Izuku isn’t surprised he didn’t receive anything from anyone. But it still hurts. A foolish and selfish part of him had hoped that Katsuki was sent back with him and would give him something, but Izuku knows better than that.

Upon opening his locker, a small note falls out.

‘Happy White Day, bunny~ <3

Love, your’s truly’

Bunny... Only Katsuki has ever...

Izuku’s heart flutters at the possibility.

It... it’s never bad to hope... right?

Inside his locker he finds a few more things, a small arrangement of flowers and a box of chocolates. A daffodil, a white camellia, a yellow camellia, a yellow tulip, and a blue iris that stands out amongst the brighter colours.

Izuku walks home holding the flowers and the box of chocolates close to his heart.

[hightress]

As If He Had A Choice (Bakugou x Midoriya)

This is my gift for the sweet @brown-rice on tumblr fo the @bkdksecretsanta event. Hope you'll like it, sweetheart, it was a pleasure writing it for you!

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Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki / Midoriya Izuku

Tags: Fluff and Humor, Christmas Fluff, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2.2k

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how that freckled idiot could just grin at him in that annoying way of his - all wide, pearly white teeth and freaking dimples showing - and ask for something, no matter what, expecting Bakugou to say yes to any stupid idea of his. And then get exactly what he wanted. Like what the fuck?!

Bakugou was strong enough to say 'no'. Shout it even. Repeat it again and again and again until it got engraved over his moronic forehead. He was good at this, did it every day, with anyone.

Anyone that wasn't Deku, of course.

"We're not decorating the entire house," were his words every single time Deku asked. "I don't give a rat's ass if it's Christmas or not, I don't need or want to waste time putting up things all over the goddamn flat only to waste even more time taking them down." All rough words, all clear. Should've sent the message across but, judging what followed next, wasn't the case.

"But, Kacchan, it'll just be a tree. Please..."

Big eyes, green and shiny and pleading, hoping and waiting for Bakugou to give in.

"Don't give me that shit, Deku. Why the hell would we even need a tree?" They were both in the hallway, fully dressed in their hero costumes, ready to go. Someone was in danger a few streets away from them and here they were, proper, licensed heroes, talking about freaking decorations.

"It's traditional. Besides, everyone will have one." A short pause before he moved his eyes to the floor and his smile turned into that curve of insecurity and awkwardness that Bakugou could not stand. "And...I thought  it would be nice to have one as well"

He hated that look. Despised seeing Deku make himself smaller instead of looking right up into Bakugou's eyes, shouting and demanding loud and clear what he felt like he deserved. He wasn't a kid anymore. He wasn't Bakugou's inferior like, maybe once, they felt he was. He was a hero in his own right and he was strong. Incredibly so. If he could stand up against an army of villains, he sure as hell could stand up for himself in front of Bakugou for some stupid tree.

Not that Bakugou would make things easier for him. "I don't care what the others are doing. This is my flat."

It wasn't a fight, just a mere discussion. It was constructive - for both of them, it always was. They stopped fighting for real, leaving all that toxicity in the past.

"This is also my flat and I want a Christmas tree, Kacchan," replied Izuku, his eyes staring at Bakugou steadily, holding his gaze with confidence. "So I'll be getting one."

That's what Bakugou liked to see. Sometimes it took some time for Izuku to speak up properly, even with him, especially to him, but he was getting better. That 'I'll be getting one' was a statement. It didn't leave any space for rejection or doubts. It wasn't as if Bakugou could just say 'No, you're not' or 'I won't let you'.  It was Izuku's decision. Bakugou had no power over him or over what he wanted. And, to be honest, he quite enjoyed having Izuku in charge from now and then, even if for something as trivial as decorating the flat.

He didn't say anything in return to Izuku's words, but a tiny, tiny smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That small gesture was what did it. Made that contagious grin resurface, just as blinding as always. And, just like that, the word 'no' disappeared from Bakugou's vocabulary completely. There was going to be a tree, end of story.

Damned be that smile. Damned be the way it made Bakugou feel. And damned be the fact that he didn't regret it one bit.

Thankfully, they had to go, leaving behind this whole discussion for a bit. Bakugou might've agreed to the idea but he sure didn't want to say it out loud. Some things were meant to be kept inside. Besides, Deku was smart enough to understand him properly.

Most of the time.

Stubborn was a good word to describe Izuku - stubbornly ambitious to be exact. That's what brought him to UA and what made him surpass every single obstacle life has thrown his way. Bakugou remembered himself laughing and mocking that ambition constantly, not being able to understand him or accept those qualities. He couldn't get how someone could be just as ambitious as him, maybe even more so, while still staring at him and everyone else from thousands of steps below with an almost frightening determination.

The same stubbornness was what made him bring up the Christmas tree problem again later that day, as soon as they saw the two villains they had to take care of locked up appropriately.

He was taking off the gloves of his hero costume, still covered in mud and slightly burned at the edge of his index finger when he asked: "Do you want to buy it on our way back or during the weekend? They might be cheaper now."

Bakugou stopped what he was doing and looked at Izuku, a blank expression on his face. "It's not even December." Then, he moved his head to the side, not meeting Izuku's eyes, and muttered: "Besides, we're not buying one."

Disappointment hit Izuku instantly. He opened his mouth to protest, but he only managed to let out a cried out "Kacchan, we've already-" before he got interrupted by Bakugou.

"We'll be building the shit."

If Izuku seemed confused before, his confusion only intensified after this. It was clear in his posture.

And, this once, Bakugou didn't waste any more time waiting to explain himself.

"We can't just use a tree some barbarian cut from the forests, Deku. Fucking hell, I like the smell, but I refuse to destroy the future of our goddamn planet for some shitty tradition. And the plastic ones are just as bad for the environment."

For the millionth time that year, Izuku rolled his eyes fondly at Bakugou's antics, a small, soft smile, curving the edge of his lips. Because of some documentary they have watched a couple weeks after they moved in together, years after they left UA behind and started their careers, Bakugou became obsessed with the idea of preserving the nature, recycling and, as he, himself, would've said it, 'all the other crap.' It shouldn't have surprised him, especially considering how he always went way out of his way when something interested him. And since he had started focusing more of on helping people rather than his own pride and desire for a position that mattered less than saving lives, Bakugou did the same thing. He didn't limit himself to wanting to protect citizens. He also used his energy to save the very earth they walked on and everything in between.

Because, as he liked to say, 'what was the point of rescuing them now if they were only going to suffer and live in ruin in the years to come?'

A valid question and one that many heroes never came across even after decades of calling themselves pros.

"How?" asked Izuku, smiling at him, all traces of confusion and doubt gone. Because despite how practical Bakugou's idea seemed, they were both disasters when it came to building things from scratch.

They rarely had the patience to stay put for more than a couple of minutes and they both knew it.

"Hell if I know," admitted Bakugou. But, somehow, this time there was a light in his eyes that told Izuku he was more than a little excited to try. After all, there were few things in existence that Bakugou loved more than a good challenge.

Gathering all the materials for it took less than they expected. In just two days they had an entire bag full of paper, ready to be painted, cut and reassembled. They had only needed to send a message to one of their old UA chats, asking for any kind of unwanted paper they might have around the house and in less than an hour, they had both Kirishima and Kaminari donating every single one of their notebooks and test papers. Which was a lot.

"Why are you donating them all, dipshits?" Bakugou had asked them when they met personally to give them to him.

"We just wanted to help, dude," answered Kaminari with a shit-eating grin and with the most innocent look in his eyes. But all three of them knew better than to believe that lie.

"Just take them, Bakugou. And send us all a picture when the tree is up," said Kirishima instead, beating Bakugou's back twice before saying goodbye, hurrying to get to his own hero agency.

Painting every single page in green took the longest. It was horrible and unexpectedly expensive. Bakugou almost gave up twice, growling at the paint, before remembering that he couldn't ever give up on anything. Just looking at him exhausted Izuku sometimes.

How Bakugou could manage so much energy was one of his life's biggest wonders.

They stopped from time to time for a snack or to stare at the old tests in their hands, remembering fondly (or pridefully, in Bakugou's case) the old days in which passing a harsh test with flying colors had been one of the most stressful things they had to deal with. Of course, Kaminari's answers on certain tests made them both laugh whenever he tried to answer a question by inventing equations or formulas.

"Oh, Pikachu, this symbol doesn't even fucking exist," smiled Bakugou, his eyes moving over the page. There was such an unguarded expression on his face, just looking back at messed up things their friends (God, how long it had taken for Bakugou to acknowledge that fact) used to do back in the day. Having him on the ground, in his socks and the embarrassing t-shirt and pants that were too worn up to wear outside but Bakugou refused to give up on, holding those papers, some filled with greens, some barely touched by paint, and with that smile all over his features, made Izuku happy. Truly, stupidly happy.

So happy that he wanted to jump on him in a less than elegant way and kiss him profoundly until Bakugou had no other choice but to step back, his cheeks tainted with that soft pink that Izuku adored.

He wanted to do it, so he did. And the result was just as wonderful as he had expected.

It has taken them a week to complete the tree. They had used some YouTube tutorials in order to learn how to create origami for the decorations and that brought them close to tears after the 43rd crane they had folded, their hands tired and full of cuts, but the end result had been worth it.

It was standing confidently in the middle of the room, neon colored bits of paper in the shape of animals clearly seen between the two shades of green they have chosen for the tree. Of course, it wasn't perfect - the position not straight enough, the paint job messy in certain places, the paper folded asymmetrically in some cases - but it was theirs. And it wasn't like they were perfect either.

They shouted at each other often, said things they regretted due to pride and fear. But when they stopped to think, hours after, the end result was the same. They'd come together right there, in the living room, either shouting apologies at each other - often full of curses in Bakugou's case - or showing their remorse through touch alone. And every single time, they'd end up cuddled on the couch, too close for comfort on that tiny piece of furniture, a superhero movie displayed in the background that they rarely paid attention to. Instead, they listened to each other, their own heartbeat, their rhythmic breathing.

They grounded each other. And the tree showed their story well enough.

As they stepped back to look at the construction, pride rang loudly in their hearts.

"Can't wait to put your gift under this fucking mess," said Bakugou, turning towards Izuku, one of his rough hands searching for his.

(The greens of his fingers blended with Izuku's own orange ones, creating a mix of brown that should've been muddy and disgusting but, instead, looked warm and complex.)

Izuku held his hand tighter. "I'm sure mine will be better this year."

God, how they loved to compete over the smallest things. Affection often ended up being the one they played around with the most.

"You're fucking with me. There's no chance you'll win this time." So quietly whispered. So aggressive in wording but so completely different in message.

Izuku smiled, letting his head rest on Bakugou's shoulder. "We'll see."

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how Izuku only needed to look at him once and ask for what he wanted, leaving Bakugou no possibility to deny him anything. It wasn't fair how he could use this weakness anytime, anywhere, and Bakugou would still say yes on every occasion.

The small twist he came up with didn't change reality at all.

The worst part? That Izuku could one day ask for the very last bit of Bakugou's heart that he hadn't owned yet and Bakugou... Bakugou would have no choice but to give it to him - without regrets, without any hesitation.

And he'd still find more to offer.

[battle-goats]

Project Cooperation Chapter 2

I’m finally updating my BakuDeku fic.

Summary: When the class is assigned a group project, Bakugou is forced to set aside his general apathy for his classmates to achieve a passing grade.  Worst of all, Deku is part of the group.

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Deku dropped an open notebook on Bakugou’s desk the next day during lunch.  Bakugou scowled at it as his lunch box slid forward and he dropped a piece of hot dog.  He picked it up with his chopsticks and shoved it in his mouth.

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded as he chewed.

“Our project proposal.  We have to submit it on Friday.  This is what we came up with yesterday after you left,” Deku told him.  Bakugou glanced at it. “Everyone else has agreed to it, but we need you too.”

Bakugou picked up the notebook and skimmed through what was clearly a rough draft of their project proposal.  It seemed someone had had the bright idea of choosing a topic that Bakugou would be interested.  The history of explosives and it’s uses in combat.  The only person who was enough of a nerd to come  up with a topic like this had to be Deku.

He looked up at the other boy, but didn’t immediately say anything.  He wanted to watch Deku squirm for a bit.  Sure enough a few of Deku’s nervous habits started to show, he toyed with his fingers and he was beginning to mutter quietly.  Bakugou set his chopsticks down and and shoved the notebook into Deku’s arms.

“Fine, we’ll go with this.  But you asswipes better do your part,” Bakugou said.  He went back to eating his lunch while Deku shuffled away, cradling the notebook in his arms.  Bakugou shook his head and looked away.  They’d known each other for years, and Deku would always be Deku.  Weird, nervous, shifty.  Bakugou’s eyes trailed down to Deku’s scarred arm and hand.  Bakugou looked away and angrily shoved some rice in his mouth.

Bakugou once again sat in Deku’s living room while they worked in silence.  No one else was here.  Deku had brought his laptop down from his room as he ran various searches for resources.

“Where the fuck is everyone else?” Bakugou asked.  He jotted down a new bullet point on their to-do list.  Deku looked at him from over this laptop screen.

“Well, Kacchan, they’re - they’re afraid of you,” Deku said.  He was leaning away from Bakugou, as if he was ready to bolt in case Bakugou got violent.  And given what he’d just said, it was likely.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Bakugou snapped.  What the fuck kind of bullshit of a group project was this if he was working with one other person.  He gripped his pencil tight and grit his teeth.

“You’re an aggressive person, and people find it intimidating,” Deku said.  Bakugou snarled and jumped up out of his seat.

“I’ll fucking-!”

“Just, like that, Kacchan.  Besides, not everyone thinks you’re intimidating.  You have friends, Kirishima-kun and Sero-kun and them.  Plus, I don’t think you’re intimidating.  Not anymore,” Deku said in a rush.  Deku smiled nervously when Bakugou stepped around the table to loom over him.

“Getting along, boys?”

They jumped when Deku’s step-father shuffled into the room.  He paused to eye them carefully, his sunken eyes glancing between them.

“Ah, Toshinori-san, yeah, just getting some work done,” Deku said with a laugh.  Bakugou scoffed and dropped back into his seat.  Bakugou watched as the tall man walked through the living room and into the kitchen.

“Fuck, his eyes are still creepy,” Bakugou muttered.

“Be nice!” Deku snapped.  Bakugou backed down.  Deku was very defensive of his step-father.  Bakugou didn’t blame him, though, so he didn’t press.

The went back to work as Toshinori-san shuffled through again with a cup of orange juice.  He paused to ruffle Deku’s hair and glanced at Bakugou before he disappeared down the hall.  Bakugou furrowed his brows in thought.  That had been an odd look, he’d gotten from the man.

“Kacchan?”

Bakugou glanced at Deku.  He’d turned the laptop around so Bakugou could see the screen.

“What do you think?” Deku asked.  Bakugou glanced at the open document to read through what Deku had been working on.

“Yeah, that’s good for now.  I’m gonna get going,” Bakugou said as he started to pack.  Deku’s mom breezed by on her way to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner, Katsuki-kun,” she suggested.  Bakugou opened his mouth to snap before he realized he was talking to Deku’s mom.

“Ah, um, okay, Auntie,” he mumbled.  Midoriya Inko smiled brightly, and it was like looking at an older, rounder Deku.

  Thirty minutes later Bakugou was seated across from Deku’s step-father as they ate dinner.  The tonkatsu was delicious, but he was distracted by Toshinori-san’s intense gaze.  The man was thin and gaunt, and always would be.  He was the only one not eating tonkatsu.  He had a bowl of miso soup, rice, and a protein shake in front of him.  Bakugou recalled Deku mentioning that the man had suffered a debilitating injury to his stomach that left him unable to eat most solid foods.  

Bakugou took a few bites out of his tonkatsu and didn’t pay much attention as Auntie Inko asked Deku about his day.  Toshinori-san was still staring at him.  Bakugou was never the type to be intimidated, but Toshinori-san was creepy to look at.  His cheeks were hollow and his eyes sunken in.  And he kept fucking staring.

Bakugou wanted to say something, except Auntie Inko was right there.  And he wasn’t about to say anything rude.  He and Deku might have had their issues growing up, but he wasn’t gonna be shit to Auntie Inko.

Dinner finished and Bakugou silently insisted on clearing the table.  Deku gently nudged Auntie Inko out of the kitchen and started washing the dishes.  Once the table was cleared, Bakugou jumped when Toshinori-san cleared his throat.

“I am aware that you and Izuku have a rocky history,” he said.  Bakugou was frozen where he stood.  The man had hardly said anything, and yet he felt like he’d been warned.  For what, he didn’t know, but the feeling hung in the air between them.

“We’re only working together for this project.  Once it’s over, I’ll go back to ignoring him,” Bakugou said.  It was true.  After middle school, he had basically stopped picking on Deku.  Those spoke very little, though they were forced to interact every day thanks to their seating placement in class.  They both went out of their way to avoid any unnecessary interaction

Bakugou retreated to the kitchen with the last of the dirty dishes and put them in the sink.  Deku was already halfway through washing and the draining rack was already full.  Bakugou located a dish towel and quickly dried off the clean dishes.

“You know you don’t need to do that, Kacchan,” Deku said.

“I fucking know.  But your mom fed me, and I’m no fucking ingrate,” Bakugou said.  They worked in silence, and Bakugou expected it to feel awkward.  But it wasn’t.  It was almost companionable.  Bakugou wasn’t sure if he liked it.  He glanced over when he noticed Deku quietly humming.  His eyes were bright and alert, and Bakugou noticed a few freckles across Deku’s cheek and over his nose.  There were the four that made the little diamond pattern on each cheek, and then a lighter smattering across his nose and down his neck.

Bakugou looked away.  His ears were hot and his heart rate had gone up.  He snarled and finished drying the bowl in his hands.  He put it away and declared himself done.

“I’m out of here, later,” he announced.  Bakugou headed to the living room and grabbed his school bag.  He headed for the door and shoved his feet into his shoes.  Deku’s bright red hi-tops were ridiculous sitting there.  He scoffed and walked out the door before anyone could stop him.

Bakugou slouched home and tried everything in his power to not think too hard about how comfortable he felt standing next to Deku like that.  While he had his friends, he felt completely at ease in such a painfully domestic setting like that.  It was scary, but exciting.