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How was your weekend fam?

Pretty nice!! I’m on vacation rn and I got a really bad sunburn so I am suffering the consequences

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I been eatin so much I been sayin my grace

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Unity ❤️

Thank you @yourlunarspice for this!!

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Angst Drabble

(Read at your own risk: major character death, blood, gore, hurt no comfort)

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Katsuki wheezes, the cold winter air burning his lungs while he sprints as fast as his fractured knee will allow.

What’s waiting for him on the other side of the tall, vacant office building is no doubt worse than the pain he’s feeling now.

Dunce face had been snatched from right under his nose during their battle, literally.

One second he’s trying to clean the idiot’s slashed abdomen while they take a short pause in an alleyway during a siege, the next some bat-looking humanoid extra swoops down and yanks his flailing body into the air.

He watched, quirk refusing to work from how dry the air and how exhausted his body was, as the figure carrying his friend as he flailed in the talons climbed higher and higher into the sky.

What the fuck even is that thing. It’s not what they’d been looking for, nothing about Dracula wannabes on the comms.

Nothing that could prepare Katsuki for his failure to protect his friend. Nothing to blame on anyone.

But his wrath did nothing to stop those talons from retracting, from flesh to be ripped from his friend’s sides, and for him to plummet from the sky.

Denki’s sharp yell abruptly stopped after only a few seconds.

A small pop tells Katsuki if he could use his quirk it would be going ballistic. His hands feel like they could split in half, and even the smallest explosion is agonizing.

He skids around the corner of the building, nearly tripping over his feet as his body tilts at some impossible angle.

And when he sees his friend, crumpled into the ground, he does fall.

The last few yards he runs half on his feet and half falling over his hands.

His friend’s yellow hair is completely stained brown, and the red of the blood seeps down onto his dirt-speckled forehead.

His legs are pulverized, telling Katsuki he was unlucky enough to have landed feet first.

Denki’s eyes are glassy, practically vibrating in his head as he tries to look over at Katsuki.

He moved toward him, trying to make it easier.

The guy’s hand is shaking as he tries to move it, first down to his hip, then when he feels the bone clearly sticking out, he lets it fall back to the pavement.

There are bits of flesh and blood around a six-foot radius from them, and Katsuki doesn’t know how his back must look, but he’s surprised he can move at all.

Katsuki leans down, laying a hand on Denki’s chest.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay.”

The panic button has been pressed on Katsuki’s suit, and Denki’s was as soon as his vitals were fucked up on impact he’s sure.

An ambulance will be coming soon.

But they both know that’s not what he means.

“I… can’t see.” Denki rasps, small specs of blood spraying onto his chin as he speaks.

“Just listen to my voice, it’s going to be over soon, Denki. You did so good.”

Katsuki wills his voice to calm, to stop wavering. He wants the last thing his friend hears to be as strong and capable as he was.

It’s what he deserves, damnit. After you failed.

“I know, Kat. I’m… it’s coming I c-can feel it.” He sighs, blood dripping from his nose down his cheeks.

Katsuki rips his glove off and brings his hand up to brush a pink tear away from his fluttering yellow eyes.

Denki hums, the straining muscles in his neck relaxing slightly.

“Kat, I don’t want… ev’ryone t’ worry. So-“ his lungs rattle deep in his chest, “I die on ‘mpact.” Chest heaving, every word looks like it feels like hitting the ground again, “‘Kay?”

Katsuki blinks heavily, willing himself to keep his focus on Denki but the weight of the situation is pulling him somewhere deep in himself.

“Yeah.” He rasps, looking into Denki’s sightless eyes one last time as his friend smiles and lets them close, calmed by his answer.

“You were gone when I got here, Denks.”

Denki sighs again, nuzzling into the ground as if it were the soft bed of grass on the hill outside Heights Alliance that their friends would so often catch him sleeping on in the spring.

Like it’s Eijirou’s bed on game nights when he was too lazy to go back to his own.

Like it’s the last time he’ll ever sleep.

“Didn’t feel a thing.” His words barely a whisper on his last exhale, but Katsuki hears them clear as day.

And when the ambulance gets there, and Hanta and Mina fall to the ground in hysterics, Katsuki will tell them that it’s okay.

Denki died on impact. He didn’t feel a thing.

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Anon thank you so much this is hilarious. Changed it a bit hope that’s ok! ❤️❤️

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what if all i'll ever do is wait for you?

CWs/tags: implied alcoholism, depression, fruitless pining, teacher!Deku, Pro hero!Katsuki, breakup, post time-skip(MANGA SPOILERS!), ambiguous ending, ochadeku

just a little drabble I had stuck in my head. not proofread, might do that if I end up posting this to AO3. Enjoy!

the playlist I listened to while writing this

wc: 1.1k

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Seven shots deep and Katsuki is knee-deep in regret of coming out tonight.

There's some yelling going on in the background. Deku and Uraraka bitching about some banal thing to pass the time.

Katsuki just digs his fingers deeper into his temple and sighs, the wood grain of the bar counter suddenly taking up more space than anything else in his mind.

He should have left an hour ago with his squad of assholes, but something compelled him to stay. Maybe vodka, maybe the company he doesn't have in his lonely little apartment, perhaps the fact that Deku is closer than he has been all year.

He's like a pitiful little magnet, the way he can't help but stay close to the idiot when he has a chance. Not even when all he can hear is Uraraka crying about-

"I can't do this Izuku, we were never a good idea and you need to admit it!"

That's... worse than he thought.

"'Chako, please-"

"No. I'm fucking done. I'll get my stuff later- I- Don't follow me, Izuku. I'm serious."

The creaky old door slams, rattling the windows, and there's a stilted silence.

"Midoriya, are you okay?" Katsuki thinks that's icyhot, but he sort of feels like he's underwater.

Did they just break up?

He racks his brain, trying to remember if they were the kind of couple that goes off and on like that. Maybe this is just an average Saturday night, er- Sunday morning for them?

No.

Deku and Uraraka were the perfect couple. He can't remember a single time they fought in public, and as far as he knew, they were perfect behind closed doors too. That's why Katsuki forced himself to give up all those years ago.

In fact, he's pretty sure Deku was going to propose soon.

Shit- Deku.

A body thunks down in the seat next to him, and the scent of pine confirms that Katsuki doesn't have to go looking for the man.

He hears an order for three shots and listens as Deku takes them all one after another. He coughs a bit with the last one. Typical.

"Alcoholism won't be a good look on you, Deku-Sensei."

"Shut the fuck up, Kacchan."

Okay, damn.

"I-" Deku sighs, thunking his head down on the bar, a mirror to Katsuki's own pose, "Sorry. I don't mean that."

"You do. It's fine."

A tired green eye catches his own.

Katsuki wants to look away, but he isn't a pussy. "You think she meant it?"

Deku squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his forehead into the bar like he's trying to escape the memory. "Yeah. Things have been... bad for a while now. I shouldn't have pushed it tonight, but I couldn't do it sober. She'll feel bad for yelling but won't take it back."

Katsuki hums, considering.

"If you need a place to stay." He shrugs one shoulder, "I have a decent couch."

Deku huffs, his mouth quirking with a sad smile, "I might take you up on that. I don't think I can go home right now." He looks oddly at Katsuki, "Since when do you offer me things?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, reaching out a hand to poke Izuku's forehead, "Since you fell lower than me tonight."

"You're drunk?!" Izuku's eyes widen and look pointedly at the shot glass in front of Katsuki. "Shit, I knew coming here was a bad idea. You know we would go anywhere, why did you say yes?"

"Needed it." He frowns, staring at his empty shot glass.

"You said you were doing fine." Izuku frowns, sitting up.

"Yeah, that's what I'm supposed to say, ain't it?" Katsuki mirrors him, looking forward at their reflection in the mirror behind the shelves of liquor bottles.

Izuku is looking at him, clearly concerned.

This idiot.

"Listen, you've been busy. I wasn't going to bother you-"

"You told me you would talk to me if this happened again."

Again. Because the last time I got this bad, I shut everyone out and almost worked myself to death, which turned into a drinking problem, which turned into a whole fucking mess.

"I lied."

"Kacchan."

"Listen," He starts, eyes having trouble meeting their mark but finally settling on Izuku's face. "I ain't your fuckin' responsibility, I'm not yours to fuckin' protect, and you sure as hell ain't my fucking therapist."

Izuku wilts, shoulders drooping, "I never said that-"

"No, but you think it. Leave it alone; it's your fault anyway."

Izuku jolts, "Huh!?"

Ah, shit, I didn't mean to say that.

"I mean- it's my fault. I don't- you didn't do nothin'. Drop it." Katsuki groans, thunking his head into the bar.

Izuku leans forward and pulls his shoulder up, "Kacchan, what do you mean?" Tears are gathering in his pretty green eyes, and Katsuki wants to sew his mouth shut.

"Sorry."

Somehow, Deku's eyes grow wider. He frantically looks around, maybe looking for a hidden camera, maybe checking to see if anyone else witnessed that. "What?!"

"You didn't actually do anything. It's my dumbass brain. These dumbass feelings. Won't go the fuck away." Katsuki groans; it feels l like someone is pulling the words out of him, "First it was 'cuz you got with Uraraka, and now because I know you're gonna propose. My stupid ass can't handle it. Can't fuckin' handle it."

To his horror, Katsuki could feel his eyes begin to burn.

"Wh- Kacchan?!"

"I don't know what to say, Izuku." A single tear slides down his cheek, burning a path through the dried misery caked on his face.

"You had feelings for me?" Izuku squeaks, cheeks flushed. He's sitting so close to Katsuki that their noses almost brush. It makes something deep in Katsuki's chest ache.

"Have." Katsuki whispers.

Izuku's eyes widen. Katsuki isn't sure if he's relieved or devastated that the man understood him.

"I-" Izuku stammers, taking Katsuki's limp hand in his own, "Kacchan I didn't know-"

Katsuki looks up, searching in those green eyes for any sort of feeling. All he finds is shock and confusion.

He slowly pulls his hand away, and Izuku doesn't protest.

"I know you don't." He smiles sadly, "I knew the second you left me to find her the day I asked you to be my partner."

"But I'm not with her anymore-"

"Izuku." Tears pool in those pretty green eyes, a cruel mocking of his own. "Please don't use me like that, because I don't think I have the strength to tell you no."

The other man leans closer, but to Katsuki's surprise, he gently kisses Katuki's forehead.

"I'll become the man that deserves you, Katsuki. I promise. Wait for me."

But that's all Katsuki's ever done.

"Sure, Deku."

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He would. Just to see what all the hype is about.

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Bakugo Activities, x

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Please he’s adorable

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Real

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Hope you're having a fantastic morning and a great rest of your day!! 💕💕

Thank you darling, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your Monday! ❤️

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Get a grip, Iida

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Nightmares

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He is living it up.

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Why is the picture quality shit. Idk.

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You are truly so good at this shit because YES that is exactly it!! A thousand thank yous kissing your feet rn 😘😘😘

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