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mysterymissteary · 10 months

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Wedding Hells

Snapshots of Twin Stars au | future ph!bkdk | wedding fic | side seroroki and shinkami | long fic

Bkdk just wants to get married. Villians crash their wedding.

"This is Hanso Fujihiko coming to you LIVE at the televised wedding ceremony of Japan's beloved Wonder Duo, Dynamight, the Explosion Hero, and Deku, the Hero of Hope! If you haven't been living under a rock for the last five years, the Wonder Duo is the hottest celebrity couple in Japan! Winning hearts with their heroic deeds and clever marketing. They never seem to do anything apart and we are eating it up! And after many years of climbing the charts side by side, our beloved heroic pair is finally tying the knot!"

As the reporter continued his script, the wedding party was scurrying around to make sure everything was perfect. Izuku and Katsuki have been through so much, their friends and fellow pro heroes would be damned if they didn't deserve a perfect wedding day.

"Is Midoriya getting dressed still?" Todoroki asked. To anyone outside their group, Todoroki's facial expressions and tone seemed unchanging. But a trained ear, and close friends who knew him, could tell that anxiety was starting to get to him.

"Chill, Roki, baby. Everything's going according to plan. The flowers are perfect, Jirou's got the tunes, Mic sensei is gonna take care of the speeches and keep the mood hyped. And Kiri and Mina are getting the grooms all snazzy. Relax, gorgeous." Sero lazily slings his arm around Shoto's shoulders. Ever since third year, Sero and Shoto have been an item. Both of them were awkward at first, being as Shoto has never had anyone show interest in him and Sero's never dated a boy before. But they're still going strong, filling out the parts the other lacks.

Shoto gives a determined nod and tries to calm himself. "Thank you, Hanta. Everything is going to be fine." His boyfriend kisses his cheek before patting his back and going off to help Sato and Koda with the catering. He didn't cook anything but he sure can help taste it.

In Bakugou's suite, he was seconds from blasting this stupid suit and his stupid rock faced best friend off the face of this planet. "I'm not wearin' no stupid fucking cufflinks!" Kirishima was trying to wrestle them onto Bakugous sleeves without either using their quirks. Since that would ruin the suits and they don't have time to pick up another.

"Come ON, Katsuki! It's tradition! You wanna look nice for Mido right?"

"The shit nerd loves me just fine no matter what I wear!" What was supposed to be a threat turned out sounding much more endearing. It was enough to make Kirishima pause and then smile knowingly.

"Aw, Kats~ I'm gonna stop with the cufflinks but I am SO telling Mina how romantic you are~" Immediately he pulls out his phone. Katsuki rages, yelling as he tries to crush it. Making Kirishima laugh. It's a good thing his phone case is as unbreakable as he is.

Ping! Mina squeaks and giggles as she reads her messages. "Mido! Your man is being totally adorbs~ Kiri tells me he's in there angrily professing his love."

Izuku, who was previously pacing in front of a full length mirror, pauses to look at her. He flushes with a light chuckle. "As Kacchan does with everything. Aggressive but somehow also sweet." He seems to frown at a sudden thought. "Kacchan probably is going to look amazing. Stunning. As he always is. What if... What if I look boring next to him?" Maybe inviting the media to his wedding in exchange for the profits being donated to charities supporting homeless queer kids and heteromorphic rights organizations wasn't such a good idea. Yes it's to a good cause. And Izuku is so glad he made that ultimatum to the news network currently surrounding their venue. But... It's costing Izuku his sanity. And worst of all, he can't see his beloved Kacchan until the ceremony starts. He's getting nervous just being away from him.

Ever since they were children, they've been in each other's lives. Grew up in the same neighborhood, had the same classes, even when Katsuki wasn't the kindest to him, they were always within arms reach. Never had they spent a long period of time away from each other.

Until the war. Until his Kacchan was stolen from him. Until they fought death itself to keep the other alive. Now they can't stand even one day apart.

Mina rolls her eyes with an amused grin. "Mido... Honey.. you don't honestly think you're boring, do you? You've got a rockin' bod, and those cute freckles. Those doe eyes. You've really filled out since first year. You're a total babe." Izuku has changed a lot. He's only grown a couple inches since high school, but he's broad now. Slightly darker tan, thighs and an ass that could quite literally crush a man's head, and his hair is more well managed now. He keeps it short on the sides and curly on top. Katsuki has been sporting an undercut these days and he's far taller. Built like a house too. But as always, he's so gorgeous. Kacchan has always been so pretty. Even now, with his face scarred from the war. Especially now. Izuku finds his scars very sexy.

The door softly opens and Izuku's gaze snaps to it, hoping it's his Kacchan.

Uraraka shyly smiles. Like she knows exactly what he was thinking. "Sorry, Deku. It's only me."

Izuku suddenly looks embarrassed. But he opens his arms to accept her in a warm hug. "You're exactly what I need. You look beautiful, as always." The two good friends giggle and greet each other.

"Ya know, what I said in second year, about kicking his butt if he ever hurts you still stands." Ochaco pokes Izukus chest.

"I'll kick his butt myself, don't worry." Izuku gives a light chuckle. He and Ochaco dated for a short time in first year. Then they realized with a war going on and their feelings changing, that it was better for them to just be friends. Ochaco also has a close relationship with Bakugou, as they're gym buddies. So she's aware he'd never harm Izuku ever again. But still. It's her job as best friend to hand out threats.

When she really wants to rile the explosion hero up, she'd just brag about being Izukus first kiss. And his first date. Nothing gets Bakugous blood pumping and his muscles straining like furious pushups after being told his future husband kissed someone other than him.

"How are you holding up, Deku?" Ochaco asks while rubbing his arm softly.

Mina nods. "It's not too late to tell the vultures to back off."

"It's okay. I did make them a deal. And it's going to be helping a lot of people. I can deal with this one day. Because..." Izuku's voice starts to sound watery. "..b-because after today... I'm gonna be married to Kacchan." He sniffles as he chuckles. Mina comes over with a soft face cloth so his makeup doesn't run too much.

"Zuku, those better be happy tears. I didn't spend all that time curling your hair and dolling you up for you to wash it away with anything but happy tears." Mina scolded, but fondly smiles as she wipes his eyes.

"Happy tears... Very happy. I'm so blessed. All my friends, my mom, my senseis, and today I get to marry the love of my life. I'm very happy." Izuku smiles with such soft eyes.

Ping! Kirishima plops down, out of breath from his wrestling match with Bakugou, both having given up since they were evenly matched without quirks. They're both quite broad and muscular. With Katsuki being slightly shorter.

"Mina says Mido is crying about marrying the love of his life. He's just as whipped as you." Eijirou laughs. Katsuki straightens his tie in the mirror, scowling slightly.

But his voice is soft and full of affection. "Nerd always cries. But at least this time it's not for some stupid reason." Katsuki feels his own eyes sting but he shakes it off. He can't cry today. The nerd has cried enough for both of them. "Eij... I'm getting fucking married." He shakes his head like he doesn't quite believe it. After everything he's done, he doesn't think he deserves something as precious as this. Someone as amazing as Izuku. If Izuku knew he thought like this, the nerd would argue with him that he's made up for his past and that no matter what, they will always have each other.

Kirishima knows his best friend enough to know the meaning behind his words, no matter how hidden they are. He stands, going over to Katsuki and wraps him in a hug. He doesn't let Katsuki wiggle his way out of this one either. He holds him tight. "Kats.. whatever's going through your head, man.. it's just wedding jitters. Nerves. You and Mido will be great together. Ya know.. we always knew you two would be here. We figured it would take a while due to both of you being stubborn as hell. But you did it. And in only half the time we'd bet it would take."

"The fuck you mean you bet on it?!" Katsuki pushes out of Kirishimas grasp. "You bet I would lose??"

"Kats, it's not losing. We just bet it would take the two of you about five more years to figure out you were nuts for each other." The red haired hero chuckles, brushing through his long hair. He had it in a lose ponytail for the ceremony. When he was on duty, it was usually styled up in the front but kept long so it fell down his back. It gave him a lion like appearance. But the real Eijirou was anything but. He was more of a giant puppy.

Katsuki growls, baring his teeth. "Same shit! Not being with the nerd is losing." Katsuki seemed to realize that time just how sappy he sounded because his eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink. But it was too late. Kirishima laughs at him, hands over his mouth in surprise.

"You're a goner, bro! I can't wait to tell Mido!"

"Not if I kill you!" Katsuki reels one hand back as if he was going to punch Kirishima but before he can, the door opens.

"Kacchan! Wow, you look like a bonified prince!" Of course it's Dunce Face. "Woah, did I interrupt something?"

"Kats was just telling me how he can't wait to be married and how in looove he is~" Kirishima dodges a punch in the chest.

"Fuck off! I didn't say any of that shit!"

Kaminari seems to be amused by this. He was never scared of their explosive friend's outburst like the rest of the group. He goes right up to Bakugou and pats his cheek, which Bakugou angrily smacks away, snarling. "You're always so shy, Suki~. It's totally okay to show much you care once in a while. We already know you're literally willing to die for Mido. Saying you love him isn't something to be shy about." Kaminari taps Katsuki's nose with his finger.

"I ain't shy! And stop touching me! Of course I love the nerd! But it's not as mushy as Shitty Hair says. I was jus' sayin' that I can't wait for this day to be over already. All this shitty press botherin' us. Izuku-" he stops himself from finishing. It's bad enough his cronies think he's some sap. If they knew he was so aggravated because he was knew his fiance had anxiety and the media would only further freak him out, they would never let him hear the end of it. "I don't need this shit right now. The longer I'm out of the field, the less villains I can destroy."

"This guy." Kaminari gently elbows Kirishima, both looking amused. "Always thinking about work. It's your wedding day, dude. Chill. There's plenty of heroes that can pick up the slack-"

"None as good as me and Deku."

"-While you get hitched. Wait- you're including Midoriya now~. You're right, Kiri. He is whipped."

Bakugou's face burns, but he turns away so he doesn't blast his designer suit. A wedding gift from his parents. All of the parties outfits were specially designed for each person, fitting their personal style, color motifs and body type. Even Shoji and his many appendages. Which Shoji was over the moon about. He's never had someone actually care that much to design something for him.

"Enough outta you extras. Pikadork, didn't you bring that...freaky one? He's with Izuku, yeah?"

"He's not freaky. He's my date. And yes, Toshi is on his way to Mido's room. You've known Hitoshi since first year. Yet you still don't know his name?"

"I don't care enough to know any of your names." An absolute lie. Which Kaminari absolutely doesn't buy.

"There you go with that shy thing again. You know our names~."

Then Kirishima, the bastard, decides to betray Katsuki. "He called me Eij before you got here, Denks."

Chaos erupts.

"Shinsou! Deku, Shinsou's here!" Uraraka opens the door to reveal a shyly smiling indigo haired hero. Like mostly everyone else, Hitoshi has grown quite a bit. And that included height.

Izuku smiles wide, greeting his good friend with a hug. "Hitoshi! I'm so glad you could make it. I thought for sure you'd be on patrol all week."

"I requested a night off. Turns out the big wigs are willing to do anything for Japan's number one, and any friends he has." He jokes. Izuku chuckles, but then he's sporting a mischievous looking grin.

"I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that Kaminari asked you to go with him." Shinsou looks away with a slight cough and Izuku knows he's won. "I think you two would be good together. He really likes you."

"He's like that with all his friends."

Mina gaffaws as she types away on her phone, checking in on the preparations. "He doesn't look at us like he does you. Denki is totally into you. Ask him on a real date already. God, this is third year Blasty and Midoriya all over again. Is it a thing with you guys that none of you realize someone is into you?"

Izuku and Shinsou both look somewhere between embarrassed and undignified. "Kacchan and I weren't that bad..." Apparently that's not the right thing to say, because the entire room erupts into snorts of laughter.

In the Bakugou suite, an alarm on Katsuki's phone goes off. Then Denki's and Eijirou's simultaneously. They all share a look of determination. The ceremony was starting.

"Go to your seats. Keep the hag out, and don't get up to any bullshit. I fucking mean it." He points to the both of them. "This day is going to go fucking perfect even if it kills me. Now get out, chucklefucks." Denki and Kirishima give mock salutes as they rush out. It seems just in time too, as they catch Mitsuki Bakugou on her way to Katsuki's room.

"Is my brat ready yet? I swear if he-"

"Mrs. Bakugou! Do you remember me? Kaminari. I'm friends with your son. Hey, why don't we catch up in the chapel, yeah?"

The two heroes lead Bakugou's mother down the hall and far away from Katsuki's room. She would only cause him more stress and no one needed a stressed out Dynamight.

With the wedding party gathering in the chapel, and everyone taking their seats, the atmosphere is starting to settle. This was finally happening. The camera crew turns to film the entrance as Yamada plays a romantic score on the piano. It seemed Mic's talents didn't just lie in electronic and hip hop beats. His husband and daughter look on proudly from their seats. Shinsou sneaks in to take his seat with his sister and guardian. When the school found out Shinsou lived in a foster home, Aizawa officially adopted him. Something about his potential and saving time. But everyone knows he loves the boy like his own son. He tries his best not to blush when Kaminari's pretty golden eyes follow him as he passes before resuming his conversation with Mrs Bakugou quietly. He's definitely gonna take Mina's advice and ask Denki out. Just not here. This was Izuku's special day.

The girls enter, glowing and beautiful, in pairs. Beautiful lace and delicate curls. Flowers of red and orange lovingly placed in their hands, vines of ivy falling from each bouquet. The two grooms favorite colors. The main flower of these bouquets were the ever beautiful and fiery Forever Susan Asiatic Lily.

Izuku once suggested red and green for their eye colors. Katsuki quickly shot it down with "I ain't having my wedding look like Christmas." So they went with their favorite colors. It ended up fitting them far more than their original choice. Which Katsuki will brag about on their honeymoon.

The next of the party to enter is the boys, Kirishima and Iida leading. Kaminari had left the Bakugous at some point and was entering with the rest of Katsuki and Izuku's friends. Each one of them had a smaller Forever Susan Asiatic Lily in their jacket pocket, along with a green handkerchief. Each man, and Jirou, because she really hated wearing dresses, sported their signature color on their tie. Otherwise, their suits were identical in color. Similar designs, though each custom fit for each hero. With Jirou's being a more feminine cut.

After the wedding party was Katsuki's entrance. And an entrance it was. Katsuki, as always, looked gorgeous. With his ash blond hair styled to the side, revealing his very rarely seen forehead. Best Jeanist would be proud, if he could have made it. A lovely watch adorns his wrist, his nails painted black. His crimson red eyes lined with eyeliner and the slightest smokey eye. His skin was perfect like his mother's so he didn't need much to enhance his natural beauty.

His suit was fitted to his body in just the right ways. It was a burnt orange three piece, though Katsuki argued with his mother about wearing the tie and vest. He ended up wearing them today. Not for his mother. But for his Izuku. Today has to be perfect. That includes enduring choking nearly to death by a stupid tie. The tie and accents of the suit were a cream color. A handkerchief in his pocket, a silver grenade shaped pin on his lapel, and a thin and tiny chain pinned from one side of his shirt collar to the other, over the tie.

He walked with his hand in his pocket, but kept his back straight, as instructed by Best Jeanist, whom he'd very embarrassingly asked for advice weeks ago. He was aware he had a problem with his posture. But he never had a reason to give a fuck. Now he does. And that reason had the most beautiful, hope filled green eyes and freckles like constellations. Fuck he loves that dorky little nerd so much.

Katsuki takes his place at the center of the alter. Kirishima pats his shoulder with an encouraging smile. He leans over to whisper. "I've never seen you look that happy. Were you thinking about Izuku~?" He learns a light elbow to the side.

He would never admit it, but he doesn't remember ever being happier than he is now. Today he was going to marry Izuku, the boy who always reached out to him. The man who saved his life many times. The man he saved many times in return. The love of his life. And his absolute soulmate. He's sure of that. Only fate would be so cruel as to dangle such an amazing man in front of him, then make him spend a decade and a half being a complete fucking dumbass about it. After everything, the nerd is still by his side. So he has to be Katsuki's soulmate.

Once the music shifts to a bridal tune, the room grows quiet. The doors open once more. Inko holds Izuku's arm. He's looking down in shyness but that doesn't hide his beauty. A few gasps and 'aw's are heard as he looks up and straight at Katsuki. Only ever at Katsuki. And he has the softest, most hopelessly in love expression. Kirishima suddenly understands the look Katsuki had moments before. Because Izuku has the same expression.

Izuku's suit was much like Bakugou's, only viridian in color, and with a bow tie. Where Katsuki's shirt was white, Izuku's was black. Where his handkerchief was creme, Izuku's was red. Where Katsuki had a grenade shaped pin, Izuku had an All Might pin on his lapel. He insisted. Izuku, unlike Katsuki, could be talked into the cufflinks. Green gems. Honestly, a good look for Izuku. Damn, Katsuki couldn't be more proud he could call this man his husband. Or was about to

Suddenly, Izuku is standing in front of him, with his glassy, teary eyes and his stupidly adorable freckles. "Hi."

"Holy shit. -I mean, hey. Fuckin' hot."

Izuku giggles with a shy blush.

Inko takes her seat next to Mitsuki and Masaru, handkerchief up to her mouth as she stifles her tears. Her baby was getting married. And over all, he is the happiest she's ever seen him. Katsuki will be good to him, she just knows it. She wasn't sure when Izuku called her one day after graduation and told her Kacchan confessed his feelings. She remembers how the boy used to be with her son. She never expected Katsuki would ask to meet her over dinner. And she definitely didn't expect such a polite and nervous young man apologizing to her for how he treated her son and asking for her blessing to date Izuku.

She was in disbelief this was the Katsuki Bakugou that her son grew up with. The boy that bullied him. But the then 19 year old that asked for her permission and apologized was so different. And the now 24 year old looking at her baby boy like he was the only thing in the universe? She knew she would trust him to look after her Izuku.

"I wish you could have seen this, Toshinori." Inko sniffles. "Izuku looks so handsome."

Katsuki takes Izuku's hands in both of his, his thumbs tracing the old scars. Izuku looks up at him with a watery smile. He stands on his tip toes to give Katsuki a kiss. Only to be stopped by Katsuki's voice.

"Ah. That comes later, dork. We gotta say 'I Do' first."

Izuku blushes but nods in acceptance. "Sorry, Kacchan. Got excited." He looks to the officiant. "Hurry please." Izuku was never a rude man, but he can get impatient from time to time, especially when it concerns his Kacchan.

"Dearly Beloved.... We are gathered here today.." The ceremony was perfectly planned. Katsuki and Izuku would exchange vows, then rings, then kiss. Then a private reception at a secret location, away from the cameras. Just a group of former classmates and their families enjoying themselves, celebrating the love of two of their dearest friends.

But not everything goes as planned when you're a world renowned hero getting married to another world renowned hero. On national television. You think you're going to say your vows to the love of your life. But what you get is the chapels roof being blown apart.

Screaming erupts as Izuku curses himself for being so distracted. If he wasn't oogling Kacchan in his gorgeous suit, Danger Sense could have picked up on the attack before it happened.

Metal crumples in a sickening crunch as more of the ceiling peels away. The heros of the wedding party immediately lower themselves into defensive positions. Katsuki and Izuku included.

Several figures come into view. Lead by a larger figure, floating. The leader was dressed in a trench coat over some kind of black metal armor. They seemed to have some kind of metal manipulation quirk.

"Hope we're not late!" The leader bellows. "What a lovely wedding!" The foundation beams of the ceiling rise as the leader levitates. They twist and form spear like abominations of steel and bolts. "Too bad you're going to miss the honeymoon! Say goodbye to your heroes!" The spears come raining down in Izuku and Katsuki's direction.

"Fucking figures my wedding day will be crashed by extras!" Katsuki blasts one of the spears to pieces before it can hit Izuku. Izuku's fists flicker with the familiar green lightning of One For All.

Kirishima hardens his body, bursting through his suit. "We're not letting you ruin this!" He shields the couple from as much as he can with his hardened body. "Unbreakable!"

Aizawa wasn't prepared for a fight so he didn't bring his gear, due to this being a wedding event and honestly he didn't think any villains would be stupid enough to attack a room full of heroes. But he can still help his students with his fighting abilities, even if the war took one of his eyes. He had his family and his kids by his side.

Kaminari didn't have his gear either so fighting will be hard without hurting his friends. But he was still a human stun gun if he can touch one of them. But.. he had to get the civilians to safety. "Mr and Mrs Bakugou! Come with me. Everyone! You have to evacuate and let the heroes take care of it!"

"Good thinking, Kaminari!" Izuku praises as he catches a beam in midair using Float and his super strength. "Anyone with a defense quirk, escort the civilians to safety!"

"Zuku! Tell them to go to the reception!" Katsuki goes after one of the villains head on, yelling as he jumps to attack with a blast overhead. His mom is gonna bitch at him later for the suit being ruined.

"Good idea, Kacchan! Shoto, stabilize the ceiling!" Immediately Shoto nods and coats the ceiling in a thick sheet of ice, connecting that to his Heaven Piercing Ice Wall. That should hold. Sero comes rushing to his side and reinforces his wall of ice with tape. He'd pushed his sleeves up at some point. The couple smile softly at each other before focusing again on the battle.

Izuku uses Black Whip to hurl himself at the lead villian, at the same time Katsuki has the same idea, using his blasts to launch himself. Two minds acting as one. They both rear back to punch at the same time.

"Detroit Smash!"

"Burning Fist!"

They land their attacks into a wall of metal. The villain must have set it up in the last moment.

Sero, Kirishima, Aizawa and Uraraka take on the other villains.

Katsuki was pissed. How fucking DARE these nobody losers crash his wedding. Not even someone big name like Big Nose, or even Half and Half's burnt pile of disappointment of a brother. Hell, he'll take that smiling weirdo vandalist again. But no. He's gonna fight some magnetic loser and his cronies. At least it'll be quick. These chumps got nothing on the Wonder Duo.

Kaminari comes running back into the chapel. "Everyone's on the way to the venue!"

Hitoshi's eyes are immediately drawn to him. And the world seems so glow. He's messy, his hair is messed up, and his clothes are wrinkled. But to Hitoshi, he's never looked more beautiful. Kaminari's eyes meet his. And he gets an idea. "Izuku! Bakugou! Fall back!"

Katsuki blasts a clone one of the villains to pieces. "Hah!? I ain't a coward!"

"No, Kacchan.." Izuku lands back on the ground. "I think I know where he's going with this."

"Denki." Hitoshi calls out to Kaminari. "He controls metal." Kaminari's eyes widen. His fingers spark with excitement. This could work.

"I get it! Kats, stand back!" Katsuki growls, but lands back on the ground next to Izuku.

"Current Chain!" Kaminari's electricity shoots from his pointer finger, right at the nearest metal beam, then jumps to the next, until every piece of metal was charged with thousands of volts of electricity. Including the leader and his metal suit. The villian seizes from the sheer power of the shock, then falls, disappearing among the rubble. The remaining flunkies are tied up by their friends and teachers.

Izuku sighs in relief. His wedding is ruined. And his suit is destroyed. And his arm is injured from punching a solid metal wall. But his guests and his friends are safe. Everyone's safe. He gravitates toward Katsuki and leans on him. Katsuki is in a similar condition with a similar busted arm. But they're both safe. Katsuki wraps his uninjured arm around his future husband.

Aizawa eyes Hitoshi and nods in the direction of Kaminari. He knows his kid wants to go and talk to him. Hitoshis feelings for Kaminari are very obvious. And although he was sceptical at first, not wanting a second loud blond to deal with, his kid took after him too much. There are worse people Hitoshi could have feelings for.

Hitoshi's feet carry him to Kaminari, just as Kaminari is rushing to him.

"Hey, good j-" Kaminari throws his arms around Shinsou's 6 foot tall frame and plants a kiss right on his lips. Like the hyped up firecracker he is, he breathes life into Hitoshi's lungs. Hitoshi feels himself melting, holding Kaminari's waist.

Izuku gasps, then coos in adoration. Katsuki smirks, kissing the top of Izuku's head. "Told you, nerd."

Kaminari pulls away, suddenly aware that everyone, including Shinsou's parents, are watching them. He smiles nervously. "I shouldn't have done that. That was probably really embarrassing for you."

Hitoshi smiles softly, his forehead pressing against Kaminari's much shorter one. "Strangely, I'm okay with it." He looks to the happy couple. "I really wanted to wait until after your special day, Izuku."

"It was shit anyway." Katsuki smirks.

"Oh! We should check on our guests! Everyone's probably waiting." Izuku takes Katsuki's hand and squeezes.

Their remaining classmates that didn't help with evacuation hand off the restrained villains to the police. One by one, they give Katsuki and Izuku an apologetic pat on the back before filing out. Shinsou and Kaminari holding each other's pinkies with shy smiles.

"Mister Deku!" Eri, who was supposed to be evacuated with the other guests, meets them outside. "Mister Kacchan! You're hurt!" Eri was now 14. In her first year of UA. Class A and her family couldn't be prouder. She'd decided she was going to specialize in healing and support. "Let me help." She reaches her hands out for both of them, intending to use her quirk as she did with the guests.

"Eri, it's okay. You've helped more than enough today. We don't want you to overuse your quirk."

"Mister Deku, I can do it. I've been practicing. Papa, can I?" Like everything, she looks to Aizawa for answers. He assesses the situation, both trusting Eri could physically do it, but also as her father being nervous about her overusing her quirk. Yamada had gone with the kids to help evacuate, using his quirk to give instructions and directions to the reception venue. But if his husband were here, he'd encourage Eri to help however she can, because that's what a hero does.

"Go ahead. But take it slow. Midoriya, she's been doing well. She can do this."

Izuku nods. "Alright. It would suck pretty bad if I had to dance with my new husband with one arm." He smiles. Eri places her hand on both Katsuki's and Izuku's arms. There's a glow from her quirk, then it's over. Like their injuries never happened. Izuku smiles, flexing his fingers on his now healed hand. "Thank you, Eri. You're amazing. Let's go."

"Nerd. How are we gonna get everyone there? All the cars left."

Izuku frowns. "Shit. I didn't think of that.. Kacchan and I can get there with our quirks, but... I don't know." Tears start to form in Izuku's eyes. Here it comes. All the pressure is finally overflowing. Izuku is breaking down. Suddenly, he's sobbing, and Katsuki pulls him into an embrace. "I-I just...wanted to get...married." Katsuki shushes him in the most loving tone, gently petting his hair and holding him.

"It's okay, Izu... We don't need some big party."

"The... The money..."

"We'll figure something out, baby."

Their friends start to join in on the hug, Todoroki being the first. "Midoriya, we always find a way."

"Yeah, dude. We're Class A." Kirishima adds, hugging Izuku as well. Izuku is comforted knowing that so many people care about him. Kaminari, Shinsou, Sero, Eri, and in spirit, their whole class. All of them love him so much.

"I'm so blessed to have you all." He sniffles. "You're right. We'll find a way."

Aizawa's heart aches for his kids. But logically, there's not much he or Mic would do. None of them have transportation quirks. Or speed quirks. "You kids go ahead. With Bakugou's blasts and your jumps and Black Whip, you should be able to get to the beach."

"But... We'd be leaving you all here... Sensei, I want you all to be with me. But... I guess it doesn't matter now because the wedding is ruined." Izuku felt like crying again.

"Oi! Who said it's ruined? We're fucking Deku and Dynamight! We're getting married today if we have to officiate it ourselves. If it takes a bit longer to get there and be with our friends, that's nothin!"

"We'll do what we can, kid." Their former teacher smiles so softly, it's almost invisible.

"We certainly will, Mr Aizawa." Everyone in the room turns to the unnaturally cheerful voice. When did he get here? "Pardon me for the intrusion, but I saw you on the news and I was thinking you'd be quite upset about your wedding being interrupted. So as the former principal of our countries top heroes and a dear friend of the beloved late All Might, I've taken it upon myself to offer my aid."

Katsuki makes a 'tch' sound, but really, he's touched that their former teachers want to help. "You got a ride or what, furbag?"

"Kacchan! Have manners. Principal Nezu, we're so grateful for your help." Izuku smiles.

Nezu taps his cane on the ground. "Follow me, children. Your white horse awaits."

The group shuffle through the rubble to make it to the outside of the building. Theres three cars, all lined up and ready to be filled, drivers ready. Izuku could almost cry.

"And I have one more surprise for my number one and two students."

"I'm number one right?" Izuku smacks Katsuki's arm.

"Kacchan!" Then Izuku smiles mischievously. "you're not even number one on the charts."

"Oi! It's not too late to return the gifts, ya little shit."

"As I was saying, children. I've arranged an officiant to meet us at the venue." Izuku and Katsuki stares at their former principal in confusion and shock.

"Are you saying... We can still be married?" Izuku tries not to let too much hope show in his voice but due to his nature, it's impossible.

"Yes of course. I'm a bit of a romantic. Now go. You kids deserve happiness after all you've been through."

Izuku kneels down to hug Nezu, tears in his eyes. "Thank you, so much. I don't think we ever thanked you for doing so much to protect us."

"You don't need to thank me for doing my job." Nezu looks to Aizawa. "No matter how old you kids get, we will always be your teachers. Aizawa, you can take it from here. Eri, my dear, lovely job. You get stronger every day. I look forward to your debut." Eri gives him a bow and a grateful smile. Then the stoat like hero hobbles away.

"Alright, dweebs. Into the cars, now! Sensei, Squirt, Dunce Faces boytoy, you're with us! Stupid Hair, Half and Half and Tape Face, take the other car. Dunce Face stop giving me those eyes, you're not coming with us."

"Blasty-"

"Its my wedding-"

"Our wedding, Kacchan."

"Fine, nerd. OUR wedding. And I'm not gonna watch you two tongue each other. So for now, you're staying far away from him. You're in the third car with Cheeks and Raccoon Eyes."

Denki tips his head back with a groan. He grumbles that it's not fair that Sero and Todoroki get to share a car and they're a couple. But he reluctantly follows his classmates to the car. Everyone loads up and they're on their way.

Izuku is buzzing with excitement, waving his fists happily. He's gonna get married after all.

But then he notices. "Huh. This time of day, you'd think they'd be traffic. Or at least red lights."

Aizawa snorts. "I bet that old rodent has something to do with it. You two have always been his favorite."

Katsuki smirks, his arm around the back of Izuku's seat. "Don't act like we're not your favorites, teach."

"I don't have favorites. I care about all my students."

"Father..." Hitoshi gives him a look. "it's not logical to lie. We both know this class has wormed their way into your heart more than any other class."

Aizawa can't fight logic. Hitoshi is smiling, and so is Eri. And he definitely doesn't like the look on the problem children's faces. "Not a word."

When the cars arrive at the beach, a crowd is waiting for them. Their friends and families, the civilians they saved throughout their lives.

And most of all, they were met with a private party, on a long secluded beach very few even remember being there. The beach Izuku trained with All Might on, those many years ago. The beach Izuku cleaned top to bottom when no one else would. The beach Izuku took Katsuki for their first date and told him the story of how he met All Might. The beach Katsuki later proposed to Izuku at.

This beach was very special to the both of them. That's why they knew it had to be their secret reception venue. They had it decorated with flowers and lights, with tables set up with tons of food. Carpets made up a dance floor and a small stage was set up for music.

The centerpiece of the party wasn't some big dessert table, or ice sculpture, although Shoto did offer to provide one. It was far more special. Years ago, when they both broke through the top five, Katsuki and Izuku had the idea to install a tribute to Toshinori Yagi on the beach that meant so much to both of them.

See, the world already knew All Might. All around Japan was statues of his great, towering, muscular form, strong and unbreakable, with a blinding smile on his face. But hardly anyone cared about Toshinori Yagi. So Izuku designed the statue and Katsuki funded it. It was bronze, Toshinori sitting on a bench, with a filled bento open at his side, delicate rabbit printed cloth draped over the bento. His face old and weathered, but calm and at peace. He smiles with a warmth few saw on the heroes face. The plaque read "Toshinori Yagi: Father, teacher, and eternal hero."

When Izuku steps out of the car, he immediately goes to his mother, who of course, is emotional as always. "I'm okay, mom. It was nothing. Really, they were nobodies." Izuku laughs, trying to lean away from his mother's doting hands trying to clean the dirt from his face.

Mitsuki, was pretty much the opposite. She snatches Katsuki's ear. "You brat! First you avoid me all day, then you chase me out of the church."

"If you were there any longer, hag, you would have started burning!"

"You calling me a devil, brat!?"

"Honey... The kids have been through a lot today. Let's let Katsuki get to his wedding party." Masaru tries to pull his wife away.

Izuku manages to calm his mother down enough to escape her overbearing grasp. He finds his way to the statue at the center of the party. Just looking at it makes his heart ache. There's so much he should have done. But Yagi passed peacefully, of old age, surrounded by his many students and loved ones. Izuku and Katsuki held his hands as he took his last breath. His Wonder Duo was there, filling his heart with love until the end. Even so, Izuku wishes more than anything, he could go back to that day. That day Yagi offered him a bento and Izuku left him behind. He wishes he could-

Katsuki's kiss to his hair brings him out of his thoughts. "Whatever you're thinking, stop. He loved you, like his own blood, Izuku. You know that."

"I know, Kacchan. I know." He smiles, turning to look up at his love. "He's the only father I've ever known. I miss him so much."

"Me too, nerd."

"Bakugou? Midoriya?" An elegant voice calls. They turn to see Momo, holding two lovely jackets. Not the same as the ones Mitsuki designed for them, but theyre perfect. "I saw the condition of your suits, and I hope you don't mind, but I've taken the liberty to make you fresh ones."

"Oh, Momo..." Izuku hugs her close. As an adult, he's gotten much more comfortable around pretty girls. Probably due to all of his female classmates being beautiful. He's had time to get used to the beauty that surrounded him. Although his favorite beauty was still sharp red eyes and battle scars on his face. "Thank you. So much."

Izuku accepted the jackets and helps Katsuki put his on. Katsuki, in turn, does the same. Izuku uses his handkerchief to clean Katsuki's cheek, right where his scar rests. Katsuki fixes Izuku's messy curls. They look at each other with such love. They way they take care of each other says more than words can ever say. Katsuki turns his head to press a kiss to Izuku's scarred palm.

"Let's get married, nerd." Izuku smiles.

Yamada has reunited with his husband and kids, never doubting them for one moment. After greeting them with hugs and fatherly fistbumps, Yamada takes the stage. "Alright, alright alright! Now that the grooms are here, we got a wedding to get on with! Now, please welcome our special guest and the man who's going to be officiating the marriage of our top heroes.... Best Jeanist!" A tall, denim clad figure steps onto the stage.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Katsuki's voice is distantly heard, followed by chuckling from the crowd. He thought he'd escaped the blond menace. Sure, he invited him to the wedding, but he was told he couldn't make it due to his Number Five hero duties. Now Katsuki has to deal with him.

And he's gonna be marrying him and the nerd. Izuku bumps his hip. "He's not that bad, Kacchan. And he's taking time off to fill in. I know you respect him. You even asked him to teach you to dance."

"How the fuck-"

"I have my sources, Kacchan. Don't worry about it. The point is, we're very grateful that he's here to help. Now... If I wait any longer to get married, I think I'll explode."

Yamada hands Best Jeanist the microphone. "Thank you, Present Mic. Can the grooms come to the stage?" Izuku is very excited to join Best Jeanist. Katsuki rolls his eyes, but follows his future husband. He's only doing this to marry the nerd. That's all.

Izuku stands in front of Katsuki, holding his hands, looking at him with those big, stupid green eyes he can never say no to. And the humiliation is worth it. Because he's gonna marry this dweeb.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here..." The ceremony goes on without any more incident. The two exchange their vows to each other. They're given the rings, and kiss each other's hands as they place them on each other's fingers. They look into each other's eyes and whisper words of love.

"I hereby pronounce you wed. You may kiss." And kiss they did. Katsuki doesn't waste a moment in grabbing Izuku and spinning him in a passionate kiss. Cheers erupt around them. And the newly wed couple laugh.

Finally, as the sun sets, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou, Deku and Dynamight are married.

#bkdk #bkdk fic #bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #denki x shinsou #shinkami #bnha fanfiction

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greyfrey3 · 1 year

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Birth of the fire god

The village is buzzing with excitement. At this time of year, the nomads don’t get many visitors. Usually, they have already resigned themselves to days spent hunkered down in solitude, waiting for the cold to ebb. Now the winds of the last snowstorm have blown in more than another layer of white powder—it brought several newcomers, too.

The most thrilling news is that these visitors aren’t just here to barter. They’re entertainers—fire dancers, storytellers, and musicians. Izuku can’t remember the last time he saw them perform, though Kacchan insists they both have several years ago. He’s only seven, and his memory of that time is hazy. So he nods in agreement, tagging along with the group of boys who enthusiastically greet the new arrivals.

“Are you going to tell us a story?!” One of the children blurts. They’ve surrounded the performers as they unload their horses, jumping up and down in excitement.

Another loudly adds, “I want to hear about the horse warriors!”

Then Izuku feels compelled to say something, too. He’s caught up in the moment and feeling less shy, for once. “Tell us the one about the fire god, please!”

One of the performers projects his voice over the rabble. It’s as loud and boisterous as his long blonde hair, grabbing their attention easily. “Do you little ones want to see a trick?”

He pulls out a shiny coin, flipping it across the tops of his knuckles. That alone Izuku finds fascinating, but then he tosses the coin high and snatches it out of the air. When he opens his palm for the flock of children to inspect, the coin is gone. He’s made it vanish.

Izuku gasps along with the others… except Kacchan who snorts, unamused.

That shock doubles when the performer picks him out of the crowd, leaning forward to inspect his ears. “Have you been washing properly, young man?” Izuku stutters a yes. The performer grins as he pulls the coin out from behind Izuku’s ear, tossing it to him. “Keep it!”

A delighted laugh bubbles out of him. Then, because his mother taught him to respect his elders, he exclaims, “Amazing!”

Next to him, Kacchan stiffens. He finally addresses the performers, causing the others to fall silent. Everyone listens to Kacchan. “I bet you aren’t that great…” he drawls coldly. “I can probably tell a better story than them, Deku.”

The children fall into an awkward silence. Their enthusiasm still swirls on the surface, dying to get out, but they aren’t allowed to let loose until their leader gives them the okay. Currently, the blonde is staring at Izuku, brow furrowed, waiting for a reply.

“O-of course you can!” Izuku chirps nervously. “I’d love to hear that, Kacchan!”

Kacchan nods firmly, and Izuku feels the others let out the collective breath they’ve been holding.

“You think you can tell a better story than us, kid?” Another performer—the leader, based on the way he carries himself—asks, moving forward. He crosses his arms, raising a dark brow. His eyes are bloodshot and red, as though he hasn’t slept for weeks. Izuku is slightly terrified of him.

“I know I can!” Kacchan declares boldly, and Izuku believes that despite the performers’ years of experience, instruments, and ability to weave a tale, this seven year old boy can easily outshine them all.

He nods emphatically in agreement… until a pair of bloodshot eyes land on him. “Lucky day,” the performer states dryly. “We were looking for two volunteers for tonight’s performance. Thanks for stepping in.”

Kacchan crosses his arms in imitation of the man in front of him, jutting out his chin defiantly. “Who said we want any part of your stupid show?”

“Kacchan…” Izuku whispers out of the side of his mouth, uneasy. He’s got a bad feeling about this. He tugs on Kacchan’s sleeve, trying to grab his attention, but the blonde shrugs him off.

“I see. You’re afraid.” The man shrugs before turning to address the rest of the gathered children. “Are any of you brave enough?”

Immediately, Kacchan is shouting again. “We’ll do it, old man!”

“Wonderful news.” The lead performer doesn’t sound sincere at all. Dark eyes turn on Izuku once more, a wry grin twisting his mouth. “I think the story of the fire god will work just fine. Good suggestion.”

Izuku gulps.

—

The birth of the fire god is an exciting tale, fraught with danger. He is a fire god, after all. They aren’t known for being quiet or gentle, so why would his entrance into the world be any different?

Izuku and Kacchan are huddled together, with a bonfire blazing behind them. Izuku can’t remember the last time he’d seen one so big outside, and it would be thrilling if he wasn’t so intimidated by the scorching heat. The dancers aren’t helping—they twirl around them, towering shadows that dart in and out of his vision.

The words of the storyteller are lost to the sound of the dual zithers and drums. This close, Izuku can’t hear a thing over the instruments…or his own heartbeat, which pounds furiously in time with the beat.

All he knows is that he’s afraid. Sweat beads on his brow, slipping down his cheeks, and his hands are quaking so hard that he’s surprised no one else has noticed yet. He scoots closer to Kacchan, practically attaching himself to his side.

Izuku glances at the other boy. Kacchan stands tall…which isn’t much at his age. In Izuku’s eyes, he’s an unmovable mountain, holding fast against the wind. Danger means nothing to him. All he knows is bravery.

Izuku can’t help but be inspired by him. So he straightens up, too, raising his head and not allowing the fire dancers to see how badly he wants to scream in terror.

If he remains as close to Kacchan as humanly possible, only the two of them will hear him whimper.

It’s easier after that. Izuku is able to remain strong until the part of the story where the pretend villagers are under attack. He knows he’s supposed to stay still and wait for the deity to rescue him, but the crash of metal and wail of the zither cause him to jump.

A hand reaches and clings to his. It’s Kacchan, trying to steady him. Or at least that’s what Izuku assumes at first… until he feels how badly it’s shaking. For the first time, he can sense the other’s nerves—he’s clamping tight, as though he’s afraid Izuku might leave him. When Izuku flinches, he pulls him closer to his side.

“I’ll protect you, Deku,” he hisses, but in the dancing firelight, Izuku can see how round his eyes are. Still, when he turns to look at Izuku, there’s a fierce smile on his face.

For some reason, it steadies Izuku, reassures him that everything will be okay. He knows he isn’t the only one who’s scared, but if Katsuki can put on a brave front, if he can smile in the midst of this, Izuku can, too.

Without knowing it, Kacchan has lent Izuku his strength. He knows what he needs to do now.

His own grip tightens in Kacchan’s as he nods determinedly. “I’ll protect you, too, Kacchan!”

“Oi! Who said anything about needing your—”

“Let’s defeat them together!”

The performers experience a weird phenomenon that evening. Typically, the birth of the fire god ends with the newly crowned deity sweeping in for the rescue. Tonight, the story diverts.

For once, instead of the god saving the helpless villagers, the villagers save themselves. And instead of a new god cementing his legacy, two young boys create a story all their own.

Izuku’s mother makes him clean up after the musicians’ horses as punishment. Kacchan is forced to help him… until they both shirk their duties, sneaking off to wrestle in the snow.

The performers decide to skip their village the next year. Too much trouble.

#bkdk winter au #bkdk #dkbk #bkdkbk #childhood #hand holding

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ofdetonation · 1 year

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@starshinc inquired : Izuku usually makes it a point not to call Katsuki while he’s on away missions, especially overseas. He’s usually content with the fleeting calls they get in the evening. However - Katsuki’s phone will light up with Izuku’s ID, and there’s a sob down the line the second it’s been picked up. “K-Kacchan-“ he wailed. “I’m sorry..! I d-dreamt about, uh, your chest i-injury, and I woke up and you’re not here and-“ breathing is rapid, evidently still half trapped within the dream. ╱ unprompted.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 . he’d made a point of staying in japan for some time after his death and resuscitation, left marred from the event with his largest scar to date ╱ but the world needed his help and he couldn’t ignore their calls forever, even though there was hardly an adjustment period. so, katsuki began to re-explore overseas missions.

the first time was a resounding success. both izuku and himself had their concerns about the distance, but it had worked out well for them, so long as they kept in touch frequently and katsuki remembered to pick his times. it was only a couple of days in a neighbouring country, anyway. because the timezones weren’t so different, katsuki was able to spend more of his time off the mission talking to the other, chatting about whatever came to mind ⸺ they spent most of that time using facetime, too. katsuki is pretty certain he even fell asleep mid-call once or twice. but it must’ve helped ╱ izuku didn’t look so affected after he got back home, if just a little more like a lost puppy.

the second time was a little rocky, but the two of them got through it. katsuki was sent off further from japan this time and for longer, close to two weeks ╱ it made the timezones awkward at best, but the blond made an active effort to try and align his texts with japan’s times. that way, even if he was busy doing his own thing, izuku had something to let him know he was okay. it seemed to help.

this third time had more issues.

the hero commission warned katsuki he was looking at a mission that could take a month and a half to complete, but the blond refused to turn it down. he did his best to warn izuku of the mission ⸺ he was being sent to the states, after all ⸺ but he knew the both of them had their reservations. it was one thing to go on missions that weren’t too far from japan. but to go on the opposite side of the ocean so soon after japan nearly lost their top hero, the scar still new on his chest ?

maybe there was just nothing that could prepare them for it. katsuki did his best to keep up texts and calls between the periods where he was working, but nothing was lasting when he was so busy and in high demand ╱ and maybe it was furthermore reckless of him to think that either had moved on from his death and resuscitation.

katsuki’s phone buzzes at some point in the afternoon while he was on patrol with one of america’s heroes. with the sun reaching its highest peak, the blond furrows his brows when he sees that it’s izuku calling him ⸺ wasn’t it some odd time at night for him back in japan ? ( the first concern is that he stayed up to talk. but that couldn’t be right, katsuki managed a call first thing in the morning, making sure it was a reasonable time of night for izuku to be awake. so if it’s not that, then ... ) katsuki is quick to walk off, dismissing his current hero partner before answering.

there’s a slight flinch when he realises what it’s about. while his memory fades between the point where he died and the point he woke up in the hospital, there were flickers of memories in between ╱ there was footage to accompany it. izuku yelling until his voice went raw, the blond motionless on the ground until he could be sufficiently revived, the bits of memory reminding him of how he dipped in and out of consciousness as his body fought to circulate what blood remained in him ...

❝ izuku, i’m fine. ❞ when he was home, katsuki would just tug izuku to rest his head over his chest to feel his heartbeat, to hear it as it works ; he can’t do the same thing when he’s so far away from japan. he did try to think of a solution to this problem. there was plenty of time spent trying to determine how he might best help if izuku woke up haunted by the past, still so fresh in his mind ⸺ all of his usual solutions rely on him being there. all he has at the moment are his words. ❝ i don’t gotta be there t’be okay. y’can hear me speakin’ to you right now, can’t ya ? i’m just in d.c. instead of bein’ home in japan. ❞

it sounds dismissal. this is why he couldn’t find a solution ; katsuki knows he speaks bluntly and forgets to consider the impact of his words.

❝ ... tell me if there’s something i can do. ❞ katsuki states rather than asks, makes a demand of it instead of making it a question ╱ he wasn’t asking for izuku to think on it. he was asking for him to find something he could do, right now, despite the distance. ❝ i got some time on my hands. ❞

or, more, he was making the time.

#starshinc #long post /#death mention /#/ he's doing his best okay-#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ TONGUE OPERATES FASTER THAN BRAIN. ╱ inq.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ I AM NOBODY UNLESS I REMIND YOU I EXIST. ╱ ic.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER ? ╱ v. vii.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ I HAVE GIVEN ENOUGH TO THEM | I WILL NOT GIVE THEM THIS. ╱ bond: starshinc (izuku).#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ YOU DON’T MAKE HISTORY BY BEING LIKED. ╱ q.

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BnHA Chapter 251: Help I Love a Manga Too Much

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi answered the age-old question of “can the Todorokis ever be together for more than five minutes without lapsing into a daytime soap opera?” with a resounding “HAHAHAHA.” Fuyumi and Shouto sat down with Kacchan and Deku and told them all about their super-dead brother Touya, whose death -- and you’ll be shocked to hear this -- apparently had something to do with Endeavor. What exactly happened, though, we don’t actually know, because they didn’t tell us, because of course they didn’t. Anyway, so then Fuyu bid everyone farewell and they piled into the Endeavormobile and started to drive away. Except they didn’t get very far, because all of a sudden some guy was like “HEY ENDEAVOR I’VE KIDNAPPED YOUR SON, NATSUO” and Endeavor was like “!!!” and the guy was like “AND I’M GONNA KILL HIM, WHEEEE” and then the chapter ended. Anyway so we all agree this family is cursed, yes?

Today on BnHA: Ending, who really doesn’t have much depth to him beyond continuously screaming “SO ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME ENDEAVOR?? HUH?! COME ON AND DO IT! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO DO IT! COME ONNNNNNN”, keeps on doing that. After about three seconds, the Terror Trio gets bored of sitting around not kicking ass, so they explode out of the car to join in the action. Since they all have impeccable senses of narrative timing, they simultaneously choose this moment to figure out all that shit Endeavor was trying to teach them a few chapters ago, with the end result being that (1) Shouto uses Flashfire, (2) DEKU USES BLACKWHIP YESSSSS, and (3) Katsuki rockets himself at fucking lightspeed to save Natsuo in the nick of time. Then Endeavor wraps Natsu (and Katsuki lmao) in a big ol’ panicked dad hug, which fully destroys me, and the chapter ends! So that was pretty quick, actually, but it sure was intense!

lmao -- what?? -- are you --

ME, TALKING TO A FOREST WITCH: so you’re saying that once I peer into this cauldron, the spell will reveal the thing I love most?

WITCH: yeah basically

ME: [peers, sees this]

WITCH: ...

ME: ... I can explain

[wiping away tears] yep so anyways. that’s my son. that’s my boy. so handsome. and talented

anyways so I guess that answers the question of whether or not the kids are gonna get involved lol. the title presumably refers to the one week of winter break that they had, which was also their time limit to try and beat a villain before Endeavor. GEE I WONDER IF THEY WILL DO IT

so Ending, our friend from last week (who apparently isn’t the “Takami” guy he was monologuing about, so so much for that), says that even under the most extreme circumstances, heroes will never choose to kill someone. and god I am so tempted to say something snarky about real life law enforcement here. but you know what, I’m not even gonna go there because this is supposed to be my happy weekly manga reading time, and lord knows Horikoshi is good enough at fucking that up himself without me adding on to it

anyway, so Ending says that despite that principle, Endeavor chose to kill that Noumu at Fukuoka. so I guess he assumes this means Endeavor just doesn’t give any fucks nowadays and will just kill ANYONE, ANYTIME, WHENEVER! sound, logical deduction there! airtight fucking reasoning

anyway this guy actually sounds seriously depressed though, and yeah this is getting dark real fast you guys

a few people pointed out to me last week that this guy is manipulating the lines painted on the road, and that’s what his quirk is (and it was also pointed out to me that he shot himself up with something akin to Trigger before he got started, so presumably he’s hopped up on those quirk roids at the moment), and now that I know I can see it actually should have been really obvious lol. anyways so yeah, looks like he’s been busy. I’m sure the three buckos strapped into the back seat of this vehicle know when they’re beat, and will use this opportunity to just take a nap or something

honestly, I could have predicted this coming even without that thumbnail lmao

also is anyone else dying at Katsuki being all BOOM!! while Deku and Todo are just “BANG” further back by the car. just a slight difference in intensity, here. it’s subtle but you can spot it if you look real close

anyway if I were Ending, this right here would be the point where I said “OH SHIT” real loudly, and screamed and dropped Natsuo and turned and hightailed it out of there with my road stripes whipping out behind me in the wind like tin cans dangling from the back of a newlywed car

LMAO CHAUFFEUR ARMSTRONG IS ALL “YOU FORGOT THESE!” AND YEETING THEIR COSTUMES OUT AFTER THEM, AND FUCKING LOOK AT THIS SERIES OF PANELS OMG

Endeavor’s face is fucking SENDING ME, man, oh my god. the man has gone FULL SURPRISED PIKACHU, someone help me I can’t breathe dfklsk

AND WHAT ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO DO, CATCH THE BRIEFCASES AND THEN THEY’LL JUST MAGICALLY UNFOLD THEMSELVES OUT OVER THEM LIKE IN IRON MAN 2? actually, scratch that, that’s exactly what should happen. please do this. I promise I won’t even poke fun, I’ll just accept it unconditionally

LOL IT KEEPS GETTING BETTER HOLY SHIT

“911, what’s your emergency?” YES HELLO PLEASE HELP, I LOVE A MANGA TOO MUCH. “ma’am, that’s not a real emerg –” NO, LISTEN, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

Kacchan doesn’t even look back, he just reaches his hand out and knows exactly what Deku is doing without looking, and trusts his aim to be perfect. I’m so fucking weak for this teamwork I fucking sighed in real life you guys, it’s unbelievable

I can’t tell if this is Deku using “Shouto” the hero name, or if it’s now “Shouto” as in his actual name lol. because he’ll keep on using “Kacchan” no matter what, in any and all circumstances, so we can’t even use that to try and gauge lol. but anyway I’m choosing to believe it’s “Shouto” the name because they’ve now graduated to the next level of friendship after that dinner, and after Fuyu clasped his hand in both of her own and was all “I want you to know that I approve of the two of you together with all of my heart” or whatever it was she said, but it was basically that. so anyways yeah after that they’re now on a first name basis. YOU HEAR THAT, SHOUTO?

and then, with these bottom three panels, I know this is supposed to be all “click/bzzz/whrrr/other high tech costume-changing sounds” and it’s supposed to be a near-instantaneous costume change, presumably while still in motion because THEY’RE JUST BADASS BITCHES LIKE THAT, but like. in reality I pictured them all instantly grinding to a halt, and unclicking the locks on the briefcases, and Kacchan just giving his a shake to spill all the contents out haphazardly on the ground, while meanwhile Shouto is much more fastidious and respectful, and kneels on the ground and opens his case with both hands, and Deku is hopping around on one foot trying to drag his gloves on with his teeth while putting on his metal shoe-thingies, and the entire time Ending and Endeavor are just staring at the three of them like, “.....”

so anyway that’s what I choose to believe is actually happening. lastly, you also need to understand that pretty much this entire time, I’ve had the Powerpuff Girls theme playing in my head AT FULL INTENSITY on repeat, including during the part where they stop for five minutes to suit up. so there’s that, too

moving on!

TODOROKI SHOUTO, AFTER STOPPING TO CLICK OPEN HIS BRIEFCASE, RUMMAGING AROUND FOR HIS SHOULDER GUARD THINGS, LOOPING THEM OVER HIS ARMS, PAUSING TO WIPE THE SWEAT OFF HIS FOREHEAD, AND THEN FINALLY STANDING BACK UP: Natsuo!

lmao so anyway, now Endeavor is fully engaged in the fight once again, and thinking that Ending is “A FOOL” for letting himself get temporarily distracted by the interns’ shenanigans. but like. is he, though? seeing as he’s flat-out admitted to you that he wants to lose this fight? because he wants to die? did you hear that part? like, ??

so now there are some very intense closeups of Endeavor’s eye, and Natsuo’s face, and Endeavor’s feet

intense

(ETA: actually in hindsight of the hug, I fucking love this, because this is the moment where, right after he psychs himself up and is all, “now’s my chance!”, he sees Natsuo’s face and he sees the fear in his eyes, and all of a sudden he’s frozen in place, terrified of making a wrong move when his son’s life is at stake.)

-- oh snap, look who’s getting beaten to the punch!

do you guys remember that season 3 anime filler where Deku somehow beats Iida in a race and everyone just accepts it like that could ever actually possibly happen, like...?? if he can’t even keep up with Kacchan and Shouto, I hardly think he could pose a challenge to the guy who’s basically the Usain Bolt of heroes. but it’s not like that still keeps me up at night or anything. anyway!

so Ending here is giving the Todorokis a run for their money in the drama department, which is really saying something

okay, but what exactly is he supposed to do, then? you’re saying he should focus on killing you to save his son? so what, just like try to fry you and hope he doesn’t also hit Natsu? it seems to me like he has the same chance of success here whether he aims for lethal or nonlethal. so idk but go off I guess dude

oh damn, but in the meantime it looks like Todo is having some sort of badass awakening moment

YESSSSS SHOUTO UNLEASH THE INFERNO

(ETA: so Shouto just burned off his entire uniform, yes? boy you’d better keep that fire going now for modesty’s sake until you figure something out sob.)

lol so anyway I just had a flashback to Shouto’s fight against Tetsu back in chapter 205, and I realized that if Ending really wants to fight someone who absolutely doesn’t give a fuck, and will straight up kill a bitch with his quirk if they test him, then HERE’S YOUR GUY LMAO

now Ending’s saying “because you took your time...” and I have no idea where this is going, but I’ll take this as confirmation that they really did take a time-out for five minutes to gear up

oh damn

friendly reminder that gravity in BnHA tends to follow normal rules, unlike in most shounen manga. but even so, I’m finding myself hard-pressed to be concerned considering Kacchan and Deku are on the job. you’re gonna have to do better than that Ending my dude

wow is he shoving Natsu right into oncoming traffic?!

where the fuck did all these fucking cars come from out of nowhere like this?? the highway was like empty two minutes ago, geez

anyways now we’re seeing another “condense it!” panel, and is this one Bakugou??

I mean it looks like his gauntlet there, and I’m pretty sure Shouto was wearing sneakers in the panel earlier, and those obviously aren’t Deku’s shoes, so...!

YEPPPPPPPP

listen you judgey forest witch, I don’t need to justify myself to you, okay?? just!! I LOVE HIM END OF STORY

(ETA: and hey can we also just stop for a second and talk about how insanely fucking fast that was, though?? and Kacchan was fast to begin with -- remember how quickly he saved Jirou during the joint training arc. anyway so he’s basically moving at teleportation speeds now, and I’m here for it, and also terrified that he’s going to blow his fucking arms off at some point because holy fuck though.

also, once again I would like to express my gratitude for Horikoshi for once again giving Katsuki the big rescue moment, rather than having him go immediately for the bad guy. this is such an important thing to show. he’s really giving his all towards this “saving people” thing and trying his hardest and I’m so proud.)

and now it’s Deku’s turn to get to work!

that guy gripping his steering wheel for dear life has the most perfect expression I’ve ever seen, like that’s exactly the face I would be making in that situation. this chapter has had so many great facial expressions overall. I feel spoiled

[LUNGES TOWARD THE SCREEN IN ANTICIPATION!!] MOTHERFUCKER, ARE WE ABOUT TO SEE SOME BLOOP ALL UP IN THESE PAGES!?! PLEASE!!!!?

I FUCKING CAN’T WITH THIS BUILDUP?? THIS IS PAGE ELEVEN OF THE CHAPTER, AND I JUST KNOW WE’RE ABOUT TO END IT WITH A TWO-PAGE SPREAD ON THE NEXT PAGE. THIS HYPE IS TOO MUCH, I’M GONNA LOSE IT

OH SNAP NO IT WAS JUST A SINGLE PAGE!!

THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF BLACKWHIP YESSSSSS

lmao Ending looks so fucking shocked at being completely taken apart by these three kids with basically no effort. and I see that ice creeping up around him. oh, son. you tried

and then the last page is -- oh

I mean, Deku and Shouto being complete badasses (ETA: and I so wasn’t kidding when I said that Shouto will straight up murder a bitch omg), but then

aaaaand there goes my heart. hey would it kill you to give me a heads up before you just go and STUFF IT FULL OF FEELS like that?? like

just. Endeavor just ran up and gathered him up in his arms, and he’s holding him with this desperation that we’ve never seen from him before, and just... wow. it’s completely disarming and I’m almost at a loss for a coherent response. meanwhile poor Katsuki nearly got wrapped up in it as well due to proximity, but it’s not like it’ll hurt him to see this moment up close. I still have another essay I’m working on for you, you little honey badger

(ETA: on closer inspection it seems like poor honey badger actually has been fully included in the hug lmao. and at first I was thinking it was just the proximity as I said above, but you know what? if some punk kid flew in out of nowhere and saved my child’s life, you can bet I’d be wrapping them up in a bear hug too. so maybe it’s just the dad emotions getting the better of him. either way Katsuki you just gotta put up with it!)

anyways don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here thinking about how Endeavor has already lost a child (and yes I know, but like I said last week, I genuinely believe it was a tragic accident. to me that makes infinitely more sense than all of the darker/more sinister explanations. but anyways we’ll see eventually), and his family has been in shambles for so long and he’s been estranged from all of them (for good reason), and I think he finally even is coming to terms with that, and the fact that it may always be this way for him because of what he’s done. but to then almost have a second child taken from him, right before his eyes, and knowing that once again it would have been his fault, was apparently more than he could handle

and then, just the fact that he reacted in this of all ways. by openly showing tenderness and emotion, without even thinking about it, because he was so shaken up by the whole thing. this from Todoroki Enji, the most stoic, impassive, closed-off motherfucker to ever walk the earth! like, even after he clearly established that he was on the redemption path, he still never showed this kind of vulnerability. we’ve had a window or two into his thoughts and reflections, so we know he’s been experiencing remorse, and we could see it also during some of the quieter moments like him thanking Fuyumi or kneeling at the shrine for Touya. but I will tell you that I never for a moment could have imagined a scene like this. and I know it’s probably going to make some people angry because they feel like he hasn’t “earned” it or whatever. but I’ll be fully honest, at this point I’m kind of over feeling like I have to put a disclaimer every week explaining that yes, I like the Endeavor redemption arc lol. just, yeah. I like it. and anyway, so this was feels all over the damn place. fuck

(ETA: and I feel it’s worth adding here that even though Endeavor didn’t do anything to save Natsuo himself directly, it’s his guidance that enabled those three padawans to reach the next level so quickly. so in a way he did save his son: by finally moving past his self-centered mentality and taking these three kids under his wing and helping them grow. this wasn’t a victory he could have pulled off alone. but because he finally learned to see past himself, they were able to win the day and save Natsu.)

anyway, so now that all this has happened, I’m curious as to whether this is the end of this little arc! if so it’s much shorter than I expected. though obviously their internship is going to continue even after they head back to school, so it’s not like the action is just gonna come screeching to a halt. but maybe we’ll take a little break after this to catch up with the rest of 1-A, and maybe follow up with All Might to see who the great-great-grandfather of One for All is, oh snap

AND MAYBE A CERTAIN SOMEONE CAN HIT US UP WITH HIS THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS ON WHAT HE LEARNED DURING THIS WINTER BREAK, AND WHETHER OR NOT HE TOOK AWAY ANYTHING FROM THIS THAT MIGHT STEER HIM A BIT MORE TOWARDS HIS NEW HERO NAME. THAT WOULD BE SPLENDID. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE

and having said that, I don’t really have a clean way of ending this recap this week lol so just. uh. I liked it a lot, thank you, good night

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What Is It?

lees + lers (switches) Midoriya, Bakugou, & Iida

Summary: Bakugou and Iida are convinced they know Midoriya pretty well, but when they discover that Midoriya has a secret he’s unwisely failed to share with them this entire time…being the good friends they are, they must uncover the truth.

Words: 6k

A/N: Here’s a fic I thought of a while ago, and I’m just now posting it 😁 There should be more fics with these three because they're so chaotic FUN together!

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“Bakugou, that doesn’t make sense. Part of this slide's information clearly belongs on the second slide.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does. It’s packed full of information, so we need to break it up a little. Keeping it on the first slide will overwhelm our classmates and discourage their attention.”

“Then the losers just won’t know how to deal with the situation if it comes. They’d better put in the effort to keep up.” Bakugou shrugged and kept typing. “And like I’m taking organizational orders from someone who keeps telling us to put the dishes in alphabetical order, whatever the hell that means.”

Iida glanced up from his laptop, looking a little less than pleased. “If you’d been listening before, you would’ve known that alphabetical order means dish size order. I wanted to make kitchen item terminology in the dorms more exciting. I mentioned that over ten times.”

“Whatever. That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Can’t believe Aizawa forced me into this lame-ass group with you nerds.”

“…If you're going to insist on being so rude, maybe Aizawa Sensei would be happy to remove you from the group,” Iida muttered.

“Tch. Of course you’d say that now, once I’ve already pulled most of this project’s load for you slackers.”

“Oh, you have not.”

Deku squinted harder at his laptop screen where he sat on his bed, trying to ignore Bakugou and Iida. They’d worked ahead of schedule, finished their project paper yesterday, and had been working on a very long slide presentation for nearly two hours. It was evening, they were getting irritable, and Deku felt a headache coming on. He peeked down at the two sitting across from each other on his All Might rug. “Uh…hey, guys, maybe we should—”

“ —to place the bullet points by - hey!” Iida gawked at their shared Google Slides presentation on his computer. “Will you - will you please stop changing my edits?”

“I’m the one who wrote the damn sentence. I worded it that way for a reason,” Bakugou growled. “Change it one more time and you’re dead.”

“But, the wording is awkward…” Iida sighed, rubbing his temples and lowering his voice. “I’m not trying to argue, Bakugou, I just want to make sure we get a good grade. And spending all this time learning about the potential constipation woes of eating quirk-enhancing cabbage for our project is draining enough as it is. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner we‘ll be done,” he said firmly.

Bakugou couldn’t have looked more bored. “Yeeep. I’ll cooperate soon as you stop giving shitty suggestions that keep screwing up the presentation’s flow.”

“My suggestions enhance the flow! You agree, right, Midoriya?”

“Oh yeah! They do… But…I also think the slide info placement for the first two slides could go on the first or second slide, either way…just as long as the stuff on the third slide stays in the same spot, I guess,” Deku said with a tired smile. “But we’ve been working really hard so far and still have a few days before presenting. I say we take a break for now, maybe regroup after dinner - yeah, sounds like a good idea to me, hah-hah…” He started slowly closing his laptop.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Translation: Iida, I don’t wanna hurt your feelings. But all your suggestions suck, you’re pissing me off, Kacchan’s right again, and you're, for the seventy-third time, wrong.”

“Nonsense! Midoriya is always honest with me! If he were thinking that, he’d just tell me!”

“How would you know that, huh? You carry around a lie detector?”

“A lie detector?!”

“You heard me! The nerd has a field day beating around the bush, so of course he’s not just gonna—”

“O-Okay, guys, please stop fighting—”

“Shut up, Deku!”

“Don’t tell him to be quiet! And no, I don’t have a lie detector, but now you’re questioning Midoriya’s integrity?” Iida crossed his arms, exasperated. “You clearly don’t know him as well as I thought you did.”

“Please. I grew up with the idiot. Not that I’d call it a great experience.” Bakugou’s glower intensified. “And what? You think you know him any better?”

“Well, I certainly don’t know everything, but perhaps I know the more recent version of him better than you, considering you often seem to avoid him like the plague.”

“Psh. Sure.” Bakugou kept his stare on his screen as he googled an image for a slide. “Bet you don’t even know the basics, like his birthday.”

“I don't? I would say it’s July 15th, but maybe I’m wrong.”

The blond slowed his browsing, then scoffed. “Like I'm impressed. Everyone knows that. I was just testing you. If you’d missed that one, it woulda been beyond pathetic. But no one knows his favorite col-”

“Pardon my interruption, but I believe it’s purple.”

Bakugou paused but recovered with a snarl at the little smirk that crept onto Iida’s face.

“That’s…true,” Deku mumbled, flattered. “Wow, Iida. I didn’t think you’d actually remember that.”

Iida looked shocked. “You really think I'd be that forgetful? You wound me, Midoriya.”

“Well, none of you extras, not even you, knows his favorite food.”

“Food? Isn’t it katsudon-”

“What I meant was-” Bakugou said through clenched teeth. “-none of you know his favorite song - from when he was a kid.”

“Um...” Iida put the tip of a pencil to his chin. “Is it ‘Pull Me to the Sun’ by Tatsuo Mi-”

“SHUT UP, FOUR EYES! JUST - JUST SHUT YOUR DAMN SMUG MOUTH, YA GOT THAT?!” Bakugou exploded. “HOW’D YOU EVEN KNOW THAT?!”

“Oh. Well, that…really was just a lucky guess,” Iida admitted a bit sheepishly. “Midoriya told me it’s currently his favorite song. I had no idea it was his favorite childhood song as well.”

Bakugou whirled on Deku. “AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU STILL LIKE THAT CRINGEY SONG ANYWAY, DEKU?! IT’S TRASH!”

“Kacchan, calm down, okay? I-I don’t know, it’s just a great song.” Deku hesitated. “But wait…you actually remembered it, too…?”

“‘Course I did. And only cuz you’d never shut up about it. Sang it so much, I’m scarred for life.”

Deku nodded as Bakugou resumed his aggressive typing with a scowl stuck on his face.

“Like I care. Everyone knows everything about Deku anyway, so you’re not special, four eyes. He’s an open book. A stupid rock could know everything about him.”

Deku was a little offended by that. “Hey…that’s not completely true, Kacchan. You don’t know everything about me,” he said quietly.

“Oh, really,” Bakugou said sarcastically. “Like what?”

Deku’s gaze slid to his ceiling. Well, now that he asked. “Uhh...something like…oh! When it comes to ice cream flavors—”

“What, your favorite?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Yup. Know that, too.”

“…You do?”

“Vanilla.”

“Nuh-uh...” Deku shook his head with a little chuckle. “Actually…it’s not.”

“The hell do you mean it’s not? Yeah, it is. You told me one time.”

“Huh? I don’t remember that. I’ve actually never liked vanilla ice cream. Maybe that was someone else?”

Iida glanced up from his laptop again when Bakugou remained silent. “So, is it…chocolate, then? Everyone likes chocolate ice cream to some degree,” he said.

“Chocolate’s okay, but nope! I could take it or leave it.”

There was more silence.

And more.

“Quit playing games, Deku. What is it?”

Deku blinked. “Wait. You...seriously wanna know?”

“Hell no, but since you brought it up, might as well say it!” Bakugou sneered.

The green-haired hero noticed Iida was also watching him so attentively, it was a little comical, and he found their curiosity amusing as he tried to look serious. “Wellll, if I told you two everything about me, I wouldn’t be that interesting anymore, right? Guess I’m not as much of an open book as you thought, Kacchan.”

“Dammit, you nerd, stop acting so high and mighty! What, you think you’re better than me just cuz I don’t know your fuckin’ favorite ice cream flavor? Hah?!”

“Wait! I-I never said that—”

“Nnnnrrr! I don’t care what you said, just say it!”

Deku pressed his lips together, unable to help the faint surge of annoyance he felt at his rival’s tone. “Okay, Kacchan, well, you know, maybe some things I might just wanna keep a see-wahaaiiiEEE-!”

Bakugou shot up and launched at his rival with such force, they toppled from his bed to the floor, the momentum rolling them to the other side of the room. “Well, it’s too bad this isn’t a secret, huh?! Too bad I know—” His fingers sank into his sides and tummy. “— how ridiculously ticklish you are. And it’s all I need to know for you to spill everything!”

“Whahat - Kahahaha!” Midoriya burst out laughing with flailing limbs. “Ahahahaha! Kacchahahan!”

“Spit it out, or suffer the consequences.”

Iida recovered from the shock of the crash with wide eyes. “Bakugou, no! I-If he really doesn’t want to tell us the flavor, then-” he trailed off as he registered the scene and realized. He’s not really… He’s just…

“I’ll nehehever tell yohohohou!”

“You must wanna die then.”

Oh, Iida thought. Witnessing the two being playful together was new to him, so he felt slightly hesitant about what to do. But he found that Deku’s melodic laughter that lit up the room was actually starting to brighten his own darkened mood a little, and a fond smile slowly grew on his face as he stood and approached.

“Y’know, Bakugou…if you’re trying to take on the role of a villainous interrogator, your technique is…well, honestly, terrible.”

“What?” Bakugou continued his tickling and glared up at Iida. “Not like you could do it any better.”

“Really? Well, I know that for someone with such a strong resolve like Midoriya, you’ll need a more…effective and drastic strategy,” Iida said solemnly while pushing up his glasses.

“…Oh yeah?” Now Bakugou slowed his attack, a sinister smirk appearing. “Drastic strategy, huh?”

Iida nodded. “That is if the hero is up for such a daunting challenge.”

“Dohoho your wohorst!” Deku declared, continuing to roll around.

Iida smirked and knelt down above Deku’s head, pulled out his phone to set a timer, and cleared his throat. “All right, then. Five minutes!” he announced in a villainous, melodramatic tone. “Five before backup arriv—”

“You’re joking.” And just like that, Bakugou’s amusement was gone. “We’re doing twenty at least.”

“T-Twenty?” Iida broke character. “Absolutely not! That’s far too long.”

“It’s not. Five minutes is a joke. Not enough time.”

“But, twenty is unnecessary.” Iida paused. Thought for a second. “Very well, we'll settle this with a compromise.”

“Tch.”

“Six minutes.”

“You even know what a compromise is, moron?!”

“Six is… Yeah, six is…that’s cool with me,” Deku tried to mumble nonchalantly while hoping it wasn’t obvious he was filled with childlike excitement.

Iida nodded at Deku with a small smile. “Okay. If you’re alright with it. Besides, with my strategy, this won’t take long.”

“Hmph. It’d better not.” Bakugou moved to straddle Deku’s waist.

Iida slipped into character again. “So! Six minutes before backup arrives to rescue you, hero! But until then, I’m afraid you’re at the mercy of my accomplice, Bakugou and I as we are forced to take on the personification of evil since—”

“We’re not villains, dammit.”

“Right! As we’re forced to take on the personification of…of extremely nosy friends since you—”

“I’m not his friend.”

“—are so foolishly willing to endure. So, I have a question for you. Do you like spiders?”

Deku looked up at Iida. “Uh, yea- I-I mean…no…?”

“Oh, really? It's strange that you don't, because the infamous tickle spider says he’s been dying to pay you a visit,” Iida said as he took Deku’s wrists in one hand, pulled them over his head, and used the other to start spidering from his wrists slowly down his arm. “He really likes you! Or more like, it seems he likes your giggles more than anything else!”

“Hhhmmph-!” Deku clamped his mouth shut as Iida’s crawling spider switched randomly from one arm to the other every couple seconds in its descent, feeling like ghost tickles. Light, gentle, and ticklishly maddening. His cheeks grew warmer with the effort to stay silent, but less than seven seconds passed before unstoppable giggles began bubbling out. “Pfffaheehehaha! W-Wahahait! Okahaheheeha - okahahay, thahat reheheheally tihihickles, Iihiidahaha!”

Iida raised his eyebrows. “It does? It’d be wise of you to tell us the flavor then, hero!”

“Nahahahe - nehehever!”

“Hm. You do know where the spider's going, don’t you?” Iida asked quietly.

The spider kept up its attack down his arms, tickling more the closer it got to his underarms, and Deku giggled more frantically with widening eyes. “Nohoho, plehehease, nohohot thehere!”

“THEN SPILL IT, HERO!” Iida bellowed so dramatically, it lowkey made Bakugou jump a little. “Here, I’ll even help you out a bit. Is it banana ice cream?”

“N-Nohoho!”

“Chocolate chip?”

The spider was passing the crook of his elbow. “Nahahaho!”

“Green tea? Or it must be cookie dough, then.”

“Iidahaha!” The spider was mere inches from one of his armpits now, and Deku squeezed his eyes shut. “Nahahaha! Nohohone o-of thohohossse!”

“Wrong answer!”

“EEAHHahahaha!” Deku squealed and jerked when the spider sprang to his neck instead, creating ticklish shockwaves that caused hysterical giggles while he scrunched his shoulders. “AHAhahaha! IIHIHIdahaha - cohohome ohohon - nahahat the neheheck - i-it tickles so bahad!” he pleaded. “Ehehehe! P-PLEEhehehease!”

“Oh? Didn’t think it would tickle this much?” Iida questioned. “Looks like you underestimated your sensitivity! Should’ve considered that before daring to hide such invaluable info from us! Now, I’ll give you another chance. Is it chicken-flavored?”

“Hahahahuh?!” Deku squeaked, grinning wider through his bubbly giggles. “Thahat’s grohohohohoss!”

Iida gasped. “You fiend of a hero! That just so happens to be my favorite ice cream flavor, yet you judge it so harshly? Have you even tried it?”

“Whahahaha? Why wohould-? N-Nohoho wahahahahay!”

“How dare you!” Iida threw both hands down over Deku’s head to lightly scribble and dig into his tummy, but he was so ticklish that even that triggered a wild shrieky giggle fit as he grabbed onto Iida’s arms with his legs flying all over the place.

“HAHAHehehe! IihihiYAHAHahahaha!”

“HEY, FOUR EYES! Quit messing around and take this seriously!!” Bakugou shouted with a twitching eye as Iida snapped his head up to look at him, almost as if he forgot the blond was even there, watching. “You call any of your crap an effective, drastic strategy?!?! The nerd’s not supposed to be having fun, he’s supposed to be crying!”

“Oh. I’m just finding it a bit difficult because…well, I’m tickling him!” Iida chuckled, no longer withholding his playful smile as he tickled around Deku’s neck again. “Besides, my strategy is working. It’s called slowly breaking the hero down. If you were to tire him out too quickly in true interrogation, he’d lose consciousness and be of no use to us. He’ll tell soon enough.”

Bakugou’s frown deepened. “Yeah, right. That’s the most cliché and ineffective strategy I’ve ever seen in my life, if you can even call it that. Thanks for wasting my time. Just don’t get in my — stop kneeing me in the back, Deku!!” Bakugou got off Deku’s waist to sit on his shins, and scratch into both his feet. “This is what you get for trying to give me back problems.”

“KACCHAHahahahan! I trihihied not to! I’m sohohorry!” The mix of harder and softer tickles from them both at once was surprisingly impactful, and Deku became unaware of how much or how little time was passing. Still, he held on.

“Ready to talk, hero?” Iida asked eventually over Deku’s laughter, and the boy just shook his head.

“Sadly, I’ve got several more questions for you, then. Does it tickle more when I do this, this, this, or this, oh, or this?” Iida took his wrists again while the fingers of his other hand poked and wiggled into random spots, under his arms, along his ribs and sides, each poke’s location unpredictable. “What tickles more, hmm? What tickles more?”

“It ahahall tihihickles! Iihihi - staHAHA - stahahahap ahahasking the sahahahame quehehehestion!” Deku cried as Iida started poking along his collarbone, and Bakugou more harshly squeezed his knees and thighs, making him laugh harder as his face grew rosier. “Iihihida - Kahahacchan, plehehehease - kahahahaha-! NooohoHOHO!”

“No? Why are you laughing so much? Poor hero! We’re barely doing anything!”

“Hah. Right. Deku’s too ticklish for his own good.”

Iida smiled at Bakugou. “Yes, yes, devastatingly ticklish! You’re no match for us. I admire your strong will, hero, but I’m afraid that barely two minutes have passed, and you still have plenty more minutes left… Oh, right, unless you tell the truth, of course! Muahahaha!” Iida erupted with melodramatically maniacal laughter, emphasizing the sound with each poke and tickle he gave to Deku who only laughed more hysterically as a result. “Muahahaha - hah-hah!”

“Iiiihiidahahahaha!”

“Kn-Knock it off, you-!” Deku quieted down a little since Bakugou stopped tickling; a hand was sealed over the blond’s mouth as he trembled. Finally, after several moments, he removed his hand with a growl. “That’s it, I’ve just about had it! You’re acting like a complete dumbass, and it’s pissing me off!!”

Iida stopped his tickling as well with furrowed brows. “What are you talking about?”

Bakugou shot his accomplice the most dangerous death glare. “Don’t you dare play dumb. Don’t expect me to take you seriously. You can’t expect Deku to take us seriously when you frickin’- you—”

“Oh, you mean when I laugh like - muahahahaha - haa?” Iida grinned when Bakugou violently slapped both hands over his mouth this time and muffled giggles slipped from behind them as he shook. “Bakugou, how mean! And here I thought I was menacing!”

It wasn’t long before Midoriya’s laughter joined Bakugou’s, and instantly Bakugou tried his best to look murderous again. “And what’re you laughing about, Deku?”

“Nohohothing! It’s...just that I haven’t heard you laugh like that in a while.” Deku smiled warmly. “I just forgot how contagious it is.”

Light red tinged Bakugou’s cheeks and ears.

Silence.

“SHUT UP! So, you’re making fun of me now?!”

“I doubt it. It’s quite a sound,” Iida said.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?! You got a death wish?”

“What? No! I’m just saying it’s a wonderful sound! All laughter is, unless it’s truly maniacal, of course,” Iida insisted while gesturing with an arm.

If looks could kill... “Don’t lie to me! And stop looking at me like that, Deku! You’re still making fun of me in your mind - I can tell by the gleam in your eye!”

“H-Huh? A glea - no, I promise I don’t have a GLEEHAHHEHE!” Deku shrieked as Bakugou clawed ruthlessly into his tummy.

“Yep, definitely making fun of me. Pathetic. Don’t even have the decency to stop laughing,” Bakugou said, smirking.

“Hey - hold on, wait, wait, Bakugou- y-you- wait- you’re ruining my strategy!” Iida protested.

“I told you your strategy sucks, and we’ve only got—” Bakugou’s eyes could‘ve popped out of their sockets when he saw the phone showed they had a little over two minutes left. “Four eyes, look how much time you wasted!”

“Me? You’re the one that stopped tickling him first! And my strategy was working fi—”

“KahahaNaH- WAIIHAHAHAHAHA!” Deku screeched as Bakugou wildly tickled his ribs then dug under his arms that Iida forgot he was still holding up.

“Forget that. This strategy makes him cry with laughter if you do it right. That’s all the strategy we need. Tell us the flavor, Deku, or you won’t survive these last two minutes!”

Less than two minutes, Deku thought through the tickly haze. It was doable. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of himself despite—

“AhahaHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT, KACCHAHAHAN! Nohot -THEHERE!”

“Yes, here. You knew it was only a matter of time. Pff…calling myself being nice before…shoulda done this a long time ago.” Bakugou’s thumbs kneaded warningly into his hip bones, and even that tickled so much that already Deku fell into stronger hysterics.

“NOHOHOHO, PLEHEASE, KAHACCHAHAN!”

“Talk.”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

Bakugou sped up his fingers. “Of course you can’t, you will!”

Deku bumped his shaking head against the floor. “I - EHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Bakugou, I’m telling you that isn’t going to work! Even with the remaining time, we’ve got to be a bit more patient, or else we won’t—”

“OKAHAHAHAHAY! KAHAHA - STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! S-STRAHAHAWBERRY!”

The green-haired teen panted as Bakugou ceased the interrogation. Fifty-two seconds to spare. He looked at Iida triumphantly. “Sorry, what was that?”

The class rep was speechless. “Ah. Strawberry,” he finally murmured, astonished. He looked away with a sigh. “Well…I suppose your strategy—”

“St…strawberry...ihihi…is actually myyhehee…least favorite flavor.”

Iida’s expression contorted into one of horror when he looked up from Deku’s bright, dopey grin to meet Bakugou’s eyes and…disturbingly calm face.

“M-Midoriya! Why on earth would you dare to—”

“AHHHAAHAAAH! NAHAHAHAHEHEE! STAAHAHAHAP KAAACCHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You like that?” Bakugou drilled and squeezed his hips like no tomorrow. “This’ll teach you to make a fool of your interrogators, nerd. Should’ve known, his stupid endurance is way too damn high to just give in so fast—”

Iida let go of his friend’s wrists, and Deku held onto Bakugou’s and tossed his head back with shrill laughter. “Midoriya, you’ve got to think rationally! A-A villain would likely end you immediately for such poorly timed wit!”

“Poorly timed?! That was a thousand percent intentional - now he’s gonna pay for it! You think it’s a game? You think it’s funny, hah? You think you can make a game of your interrogators?! Answer me, Deku!”

“KAHACCHAHAN - BAHA IT IHIHIS A GAHAHAEEE! AHAHAHA- PPFF -! A GAHAHAHAHAHAHE!”

“None of this is a game! None of it!” There was a little under thirty seconds left and Bakugou roared to the high heavens. “I’m through being nice, dammit! Tell us, Deku! Tell us!!”

“NAAHAHAHANAHAHA WAHAHEHEHEEHEHEEY Y-YAHAHAHEHEHEEE!”

“Bakugou, careful! It isn’t our job to kill the hero!”

“He’s still breathing, isn’t he?!”

“Um…” Iida watched cautiously as Deku’s laughter went silent momentarily before more pierced their ears. “Yes, but…”

“Chill, rep. You’re too nice to him sometimes. I’ve done this a bajillion times, so back off, all right? Trust me. He’s not gonna die,” Bakugou said with an eye roll before tickling harder. “NOW DIE, YOU STUPID EXTRA! DIIEE!”

“I-IIHIDA, IHIHI’M OKAHAHAYHEHEE!” Deku assured, sounding like he was on some bumpy tickle roller coaster. The electric tickly feelings shooting through him were exhilarating but as the long seconds ticked on, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more as tears of mirth started welling in his eyes. “OKAHA- OKAHAY, IHIT’S AHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S-!”

“SHUT UP AND TELL ME THE FLAVOR, DEKU!”

“I-IHIHIHIHIT’S-”

“I WON’T LOSE TO YOU, YOU HEAR ME?! I WON’T LOSE TO YOU, YOU PATHETIC LOSER!”

“DAHAHAHAHAHEHE! SHEEHEHEHEHEHEEZZ!”

“Cheese…?”

“AAAHHRRGHH, DAMMIT!!” Bakugou screeched like an animal. “THAT’S IT!!” Nearly in a blind rage, he caught sight of the time on the phone that was under less than five seconds and grabbed it.

“Bakugou?!!”

“You stupid, stubborn little-!” He pushed the time back and watched the seconds shoot up until the phone was out of his reach in Iida’s hand, and he whipped his head up, frothing at the mouth. “The hell?! Give it here, four eyes!”

“Sorry, but I won’t allow it! Now you’re just cheating!”

“Cheating my ass! Your shitty interrogation technique wasted time, plus, there’s no way anyone would be there to save him in six minutes! Give it!”

“No!” Iida said sternly. “And besides, I think he was about to—”

“Whose side are you on, anyway? Wait - you’ve been on his side all along, haven’t you?!”

“On his side-?”

“That explains everything! You - hoho - hnnggrrr!”

“Baku - what do you think you’re - dah!” Iida was too slow for the fired up boy who jumped over Deku to tackle him, grabbing for the phone as they rolled around, grunting, and Iida pushed Bakugou’s chest with his free hand. “Cut it out!”

“Hand it over!”

“We’re supposed to be a team! How dare you attack your own teammate!”

“I’m not attacking a teammate, I’m attacking a traitor!” Bakugou thundered. “Gimme the phone or die!”

“I’m not a traitor! And it’s my phone - ow- watch it-! S-Stop being so childish - listen!” Iida yelled, trying to be heard over Bakugou's painfully loud snarling and quickly losing patience as he further lifted the phone and Bakugou swung after it. “AS ASPIRING PRO HEROES, WE MUST STRIVE TO HANDLE INEVITABLE DISAPPOINTMENTS IN A FAR MORE MATURE MANNER - BEING SLOW TO LOSE PATIENCE WHILE REMAINING CALM, COOL, AND COLLECTED WITH QUIET VOICES AND AN OPTIMISTIC ATTITUDE! AT LEAST ACCEPT THAT WE LOST WITH SOME LEVEL OF HONOR!”

“LIKE HELL I’M JUST GONNA LET—HNnhhnmnrrrgh!” Bakugou was enveloped in a side hug that knocked him far to the side and he landed on his stomach with a knee in his back. “Agh - hey! Get offa me! Deheku-!” He clamped his mouth shut when pressure squeezed up and down the backs of his ribs, and he struggled fiercely, but the awkward way he was pinned made it hard. “You’re not suppohohosed to get f-freehee! Gehehet the hehell ohohoff, y-you idiot!”

“Buhut, you really were just acting like a villain, Kacchan, and you let your guard dohohohown! I had to!” Deku was still a little red-faced and loopy from the tickles. “And now I have to take you down! Surrender!”

“Pfft - surrender? In your dreams!”

“Okay!”

“Hold it - I swear - don’t you dahaHAHAHARE YOU- STAahaHACK DEHEHEHEHEHEHEKUU!” Bakugou roared with laughter when his rival targeted the top of his left set of ribs. When he reached up to try blindly shoving the hand away from behind, it just allowed Deku to take his arm and lift it further with more access to the spot, and his laughter doubled as he slammed his free fist on the floor. “GAHAHA! YOHOHOU ARE SOHOHOHOHO DEHEHEAD!”

“Yeah? I still feel alive right now!” Deku teased and wiggled harder as Bakugou screeched curses and death threats between peals of wild laughter. But the freckled boy faltered when he noticed Iida sitting up, slowly readjusting his glasses and straightening his wrinkled shirt. Then Deku smirked. “Don't think about it. Stay back, Ii- I mean interrogator!”

“Normally I’d be distressed that my accomplice has been taken down, but my allegiance belongs to those who help me out.” Iida was also smirking. “It seems a certain someone’s brought this upon himself, so, it looks like you do have the right to admit defeat, traitor!”

“I’M NAHAHahaha!” Bakugou giggled when Deku switched to skittering his nails along a sensitive spot at the back of his neck. “I’m nohohot the trahaitor, you are! It wahas in your plahan a-all alohohohong to have Deku attahahack me, wahahasn’t it!”

Iida stared wide eyed at the horrid accusation before a playful smirk returned. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but maybe I do consider myself a crafty mastermind! Muahahahaha!”

“Noho, shuhuuhut - I w-wihIHILL dehehestroy yohohou!” Bakugou warned, trying desperately to hold in his building laughter because of Iida. “Dohohohon’t you fuhuckin’ stahahahahart!”

Iida’s smile grew. “Hm? Don't start what? Don't start the muahahaha-”

“SeheheHEE YOU IN THE AFTERLIFE, YOU BASTARD!”

Iida couldn’t contain his burst of laughter to save his life as he shot up just as Bakugou bucked Deku off his back and went after him.

“C’mon, Kacchan, nooo! Iida, better stop laughing - quick!” Deku chuckled, just lying there cheesing like an idiot.

“I-I’m trying- ahall right - forgive me, Bakugou - I cohouldn’t help it!”

“You can help a lot of things! You think you're just so funny, huh?”

“I wouldn't consider myself funny, b-but apparently you think I am!”

“No, an annoying smartass is what you are! And just real mature.” Bakugou couldn’t force away his grin, but it was murderous. “Oho, now you're really gonna get it!”

It was amazing they could move around so freely since the room was small, yet Bakugou kept going after Iida who moved like lightning and expertly dodged things as always. Iida dove over Deku’s bed, almost smacked violently into a wall, nearly knocked over Deku’s trash can, barely missed stubbing his toe on the desk chair, crouched behind a dresser, sprang up again—

“AaaAAHH! Okay, please - w-watch out - don’t run into myyyeee! Guys, this room is way too small to - t-that’s got-! My All Might picture frame— maybe we should take this outside - i-it’s a beautiful niiigHEEE! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease look out!” Deku cried with frantically waving arms.

Both Deku and Iida yelped when the latter slipped on Deku’s All Might laptop bag strewn on the floor and crashed. Bakugou leapt at him.

“GAH! Bak - nohoho!” Iida struggled under Bakugou and made sloppy grabs for his flying hands while trying to stifle his laughter that was lessening his strength and speed, but the way Bakugou’s arms swung all over the place to evade each grab just heightened his amusement. “Wait! Dohohon't! Stop mohoving your ahaharms like - l-lihike-!”

“I’m not even doing anything, idiot, so get that dumb smile off your face!” Bakugou smirked and repeatedly tickle tased his sides, making Iida shriek a little with his arms jolting as his head fell back and he laughed between giddily panicked apologies.

“BAHAHAkugohou! I sahahaid I’m sohoHOHORRY!”

“You're gonna pay for that liE - eheHEHEHEHEY!” Suddenly their positions were reversed, and Bakugou was on the floor, twitching and flailing from the ticklish jolts that shot to his hips.

“Did you think a mastermind would go down without a fight?” Iida laughed and reached back to squeeze Bakugou’s knees, causing him to nearly squeal as he kicked. “Not so loud!” Iida teased.

“Whahahahy you-!” Bakugou found the strength to fight back, and they were rolling around yet again, attacking each other with tickles as Deku watched, both terrified and amused. But soon Bakugou, with one hand attacking under Iida’s arm, got the upper hand again.

“Thahat’s it! Quihihit trying to kihihill me, lohoser!” Bakugou snickered and finally caught his opponent’s wrists, managing to wrestle and pin part of Iida’s arms under his knees before he attacked his defenseless torso like crazy with merciless tickles, determined not to give him a chance at retaliation. “It’s your turn to die, not mine. Just accept it.”

“I cahahan’t accehept - haHAHEhehey, Bahakugahaha - ahahaHA! Stahahahahap! Ohoho nohohoho! N-No fahaihihehe-!” Iida tugged at his arms with a widening, helpless grin, and his choked giggles soon became boisterous laughter from the unhindered attack. “WaHAHAHAIT! Nohohot fahahahair!”

Bakugou chuckled victoriously. “Yes, fair. Can't laugh like a maniacal moron now when you’re laughing like this, huh? Can you? Huh? Huh?” he asked with ruthless pokes and prods all over his tummy each time.

“Pffft - NOHOHOhohahaHAHaha!”

“That’s what I thought.”

Iida shook his head. “M-Mihihidorihihiya, hehehehelp mehehe! Bakugou i-is tihickling mehehehEHE!”

“He is? I didn’t notice!” Deku had grabbed one of Iida’s ankles to lightly scribble at his foot. “Sorry, Iida, I was gonna help, but then I realized doing that would mean helping an evil mastermind, which I can’t do! I mean, I didn’t even know I was being manipulated to attack Kacchan! I also didn’t know your feet were ticklish! You’ve been hiding a lot of things, huh, mastermind?”

“Yeah, what was that mastermind thing about anyway? You wanna explain?” Bakugou asked suspiciously.

Iida had a nervous smile. “Ohohoho, that? I thihink an ehehexplanation is confidential!”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“It is?” Deku asked. Iida’s quiet giggles and squirming, his playful mood in general, warmed Deku’s heart, and he was more than happy to keep playing along as he shifted to sit on Iida’s shins and positioned his fingers at his heel, slowly crawling up his foot. “Okay, then would it still be confidential if the tickle spider comes out to climb and climb and go and goooo all the way up to your-”

“Wahahait! No, stahahahap, Mihidoriyaha! N-Nohot the spider!”

“Not the spider?” Deku froze.

“No!” Iida yelled, already giggling more.

Deku grinned cheekily. “Okay, then what about the…tickle ladybug? What if she climbs and climbs and goes and goooes aaall the way up to your-”

“Th-That’s the sahame thihihing! I knohow where yohohou’re gohoing - plehehe plehehehease! Nohohot the tohoes! Nohohot the - NahAHO NOHOHOT THE TOHOHOES, MIHIHIDORIYAHAHA!” Iida burst into cackles.

“Haha! The ladybug’s not tickling your toes, silly, shehehe’s under them!” Deku emphasized by digging and wiggling more under Iida’s toes, delighted by the renewed stream of rich laughter it pulled from his friend as he pulled his toes back so he could gently scratch there better. “Try not to move so much, okay? I know you’re really ticklish here, but she really needs to settle down into her new home! Try to be more welcoming, Iida!”

Iida was losing it. “GAHAHAHAHA! MihiHIDAHAHAHA - I-I cahahan’t wehehelcome-! Shehehe cahaHAHAN’T STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! NAHHAHAHAHAHAHO!” The boy was blushing and laughing so much from the teasing, he started snorting. “I-IHIHIT’S WOHOhohorse, ahahall rihihight?! I sahaid uhunder the TOHOES IS WOHOHORSE, Y-YOU TRAHAHAITOR!”

“Worse? How could it be? Look at how much it makes you - oops!” Deku’s fingers fell away when he let Iida’s foot wiggle from his grasp. “Looks like you just kicked the ladybug out. Her feelings are kind of hurt, but maybe she can try the other home?” Deku giggled and caught Iida’s other foot, fingers slowly tickling their way back up. “Hang tight, she’ll be there sooooon!”

“Mi - d-dohohon’t start ohohover! Bakugou, hehehelp! Plehehease stahahap hihim! Mihihi - h-hehehe’s gohohahaha-! G-Going fohor theheheheha - HAAhahahaa!” Iida playfully protested, further blushing and giggling maddly with his eyes shut tight, and Bakugou rolled his eyes. So cringey, Deku. But he hadn’t even realized that he was smiling a little and had stopped tickling at some point because he was so amused by the two’s silliness.

The silliness was contagious, actually, and Bakugou found himself glowering playfully at Iida. “Sorry, can’t hear you. You said he’s going for the what?”

Iida pried one of his eyes open. “The t-tohohoes ahahagain!”

Bakugou snorted. “Tch! It should be my ants you're worried about.” His “ants” crawled up to knead lightly into his ribs, which actually gave a strong reaction. Bakugou wasn’t usually one to give lighter tickles, but it looked like they worked on Iida. “Or maybe these butterflies are better,” he said as his fingers flew up to tickle Iida’s neck, then fluttered over his ears, causing the boy to sputter with a short shriek of laughter through his giggles, and Bakugou couldn’t help laughing a little himself. “Jeez, looks like you're super damn ticklish with any insect.”

“I think you’re right, Kacchan! But mine tickles more, right, mastermind?”

“Yohohou bohohoth are rihihidiculous! I dohon’t - knaHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIHIHIDORIYA! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The ladybug had reached under his toes again, scribbling there and along the arch of his foot.

“See? I think he agrees!” Deku beamed at Bakugou who looked over his shoulder to smirk at him.

“Bull. Your stupid ladybug’s no match for my worms!” Bakugou managed to worm his fingers up under Iida’s arms, wiggling them just as wildly and grinning at his booming laughter. “Right, four eyes? Don’t worry about hurting Deku’s feelings. You can tell the truth.”

“I DOHOHAHA DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW! IHIHIT’S AHALL M-MAHADDENING, YOHOHAHAHA - NAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU WIHIHILL BOHOHOTH PAHAHAY, YOU M-MEHEHERCILEHEHESS VIHIHILLAINS!” Deku and Bakugou kept up their little competition of whose “insects” are more effective, the tickling sensations just as maddening to Iida as they were fun.

Eventually, Iida admitted he could explain his mastermind role, and the boys stopped, all for the blue-haired teen to trip over his words through his subsiding laughter while he gave a purposefully terrible explanation that made no sense, resulting in more tickles. They continued their fun of being goofy together a little longer until Iida truly had enough, and they relented.

But once they all settled down around the room, it wasn’t long before they fully acknowledged how noisy they’d been, and they were surprised they’d received no noise complaints. Every dorm room was designed somewhat soundproof so students in neighboring rooms wouldn’t be disturbed when sleeping or doing homework, but still, the possibility that their commotion had gone completely unheard by others was pretty amusing.

“Wehehell…it’s interesting to know no one outside this room cared about my well-being enough to rush to my aid, even though I was suffering such a near-fatal attack,” Iida said jokingly, still catching his breath a little as he smoothed his messy hair down.

“Whatever, Mr. Dramatic.”

“Mr. Dramatic?” Deku’s nose crinkled. “Kacchan…what kind of name is that?”

“What?” Bakugou smirked faintly. “It fits him perfectly.”

“Well, I beg to differ!” Iida said dramatically with the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

Deku smiled slowly. “Wait, but..” You’re…also kind of dramatic, Kac—

“I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, YOU DAMN NERD - I’M NEVER DRAMATIC! And even in the unlikely case I was, you got a problem with it?”

“No, nope! Not at all, I promise!”

“Yeah. Thought so.”

A few more seconds ticked by, and Deku tried to suppress them, but trying to just caused his string of giggles to sound so funny when they flew out that it made Iida snort quietly…which made Deku giggle again, and Iida chuckled. Which made Deku giggle yet again. And soon the two just fed off each other’s laughter until they were both laughing hard, Iida hugging his stomach where he sat leaning against a wall while Deku rolled around, banging his fist on the floor as he mirthfully cried, “Oh man, what did we just do??!”

Bakugou just watched them incredulously.

“You both can’t be serious right now. Total dorks.”

“Shh, Mihihidoriya!”

“Ahahand!” Deku’s joy was fueled by his memories. “And - and, and - you should’ve seen how you two were ping-ponging all around the room, and you both almost broke my picture frame an - ahhhahaha!”

“Midoriya, I was running for my life back then, and ahahall you were concerned about was your All Might merchandise!” Iida exclaimed. “What a friend!”

“But Iida, that picture frame’s a limited edition!”

“Oh, I don’t want to hear it!”

“Running for your life? Give me a break. Could’ve fooled me since you ran past the door like five times,” Bakugou grumbled.

“F-Fihihive times!” Deku howled at the fact Bakugou had been counting.

Iida blushed slightly. “W- how irresponsible would it have been for me to bring such chaos out into the halls and common area at this study hour? And besides, maybe I—”

“Yeah, yeah, save it.”

Deku suddenly quieted down.

“…Midoriya?” Iida started to calm down also, his smile slowly fading with the silence. “Is something the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really… But…oh, man…so…” The lighthearted atmosphere shifted further. Finally Deku spoke again a bit timidly. “Please don’t be mad, okay?” He couldn’t meet either of his friends’ curious gazes as guilt crept over him. He twiddled his thumbs. “I um…”

Six seconds later.

“…So… I kind of…”

Ten seconds later.

“I - uh - well, I mean, I…sort of...”

“Deku! What is it?!” Bakugou boomed and then grated his teeth together at Iida’s subtle, disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that! We’ll be ninety-two before he says anything!”

“Okay.” Deku let out a slow breath. “I don’t have a favorite ice cream flavor at all.”

“Wait. What?” said Bakugou.

“I never said I had a favorite ice cream flavor - you sort of just assumed, Kacchan, s-so I thought it was fun not to stop you,” Deku said in a rush, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d mentioned I didn’t have a favorite flavor back when we were little, remember? J-Just because I've never cared for any kind of ice cream much. But…but I do really like cherry sherbert,” he added weakly.

“Pff.” Bakugou was...actually calm. Maybe it had to do with all the playful exertion, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry or bothered at all, really. He stood up and walked towards the door. “Who cares.”

Deku sat there a little surprised before he finally found his voice again. “Where you going?” he asked quietly.

Bakugou looked over his shoulder. “You coming for dinner or what? Can’t expect to finish crushing this project with you nerds holding me back cuz you’re starving.”

“Ah, that’s right, we’re almost late!” Iida checked the time and stood as well, Deku following suit, and the faint smell of Aizawa’s cooking became more evident as they approached the door. “Everyone’s probably already there. Good looking out, Bakugou.”

“Don’t sound so impressed. You know I always keep track of time,” Bakugou said.

“…Right.” Iida didn’t sound convinced by the statement, but actually, he didn’t seem fully present, either. He looked lost in thought.

Deku tilted his head. “Iida, what’s up?”

“Nothing. Well, it's just...perhaps I should already know this. But, sherbert is a form of ice cream, isn’t it?” the class rep wondered, looking curious beyond compare. Bakugou and Deku stopped, looked at him, then glanced at each other. Their mouths opened briefly and then closed again, unable to answer.

Maybe they would never know.

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Maybe bakugo , kisishima and tamaki ( seperately ) pining after a female reader who wears baggy stuff, and then 1 day reader san wears a body suit, and they realise she's got a metal arm ( winter soldier like, and she's VERY proud of the arm ) and they confess and maybe some small kith kith

I haven’t really written any requests before so-

and I oop

I hope you like them <3

KIRISHIMA:

Low key I do think Kirishima would be a bit too dumb to notice. It’s your arm? It’s the same as- oh…oh…wait a second….

He isn’t the type to say anything until you point it out first, because that wouldn’t be very chivalrous or well mannered of him! But he can’t really help but look.

It’s just…it’s….that’s so cool. Can you show him how it works?

You’re more than happy to give him a tour of your mechanics! Actually it’s kinda sweet how he hims and haws as you talk. He has a lot of questions too, about your grip strength, your load capacity, what kind of training you do for your shoulder. It’s nice that someone takes a genuine interest.

“Wow y/n you’re really the coolest huh? No wonder I’m in love with you”

Oh…he said that out loud huh? Kirishima rubs the back of his neck and tries his hardest to hide how red his face is getting. That…he…he wasn’t suppose to say that. He laughs and apologizes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things awkward. Why don’t we just ummm- we can play a game! Yeah, I just got Mario Kart on my Switch…”

He trails off, trying really hard to keep from ruining the mood of your hangout.

You just laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“It’s alright Kirishima. I thought it was sweet. “

And besides, you feel the same way so it works out.

BAKUGO:

I feel like Bakugo wouldn’t say anything until maybe the metal gets warm and it accidentally bumps him, making him wince. It didn’t hurt per say, but it was unexpected.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah it happens. I don’t usually wear short sleeve so I didn’t really think about it…”

You didn’t think it would be this hot out today. You and Bakugo went out to the mall to look for something for his costume and the summer sun just was too much for you to wear a long sleeve.

Bakugo didn’t really say anything about it though. He just sorta looked you up and down once or twice and smiled. You like to think he was checking you out but it’s hard to say. He’s a difficult person to read.

But honestly you don’t feel too bad about what happened. It’s metal. No shit it gets hot…but maybe you could have said something…

“Don’t apologize for it being hot. You can’t help it. Besides, you should only apologize if you feel bad. You’re the honest type. That’s what makes you tolerable to be around.”

Bakugo’s got red on his cheeks. Is that a hint of a confession?

You take his hand, wrapping your metal one around his, so you can pull him closer. You tease him by saying:

“Oh? Kacchan, is that your way of saying you like me? I’m flattered”

He clicks his tongue and looks away but doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Hell no. What a shitty confession that would be. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to, so don’t be pushy about it or I won’t do it at all”

You smirk, kissing the back of his hand. You’ll just have to be more patient then.

AMAKIJI:

Poor Amajiki. He would be so shy about the whole thing. I feel like he's the type to be very embarrassed the whole time because he has a hard time keeping his eyes from wondering.

The way the cool tones compliment your skin, the way it shines as you move it, showing him the intricacies of the mechanics. He thinks to himself how it’s nice that the two of you have something in common. You both have parts of your body that are different, even if his is just his quirk.

But honestly, this whole thing is a huge shock! You never dress like this. you look nice though . oh god he sounds so stupid. He hates going out with you sometimes because it always reminds him of how awkward he is.

"Not that I dislike going on dates I-….I wanna go home…."

A date? You look at him funny when he says that. Since when have the two of you been dating?

Have you….wait…ok well this was great but he’ll see you at school tomorrow wow look how late it is he should be going huh see you la-

You tell him to take a breath.

“Amajiki, just tell me. I won’t be upset”

Apparently, he had tried to confess a few weeks ago and thought you understood him, but you didn’t. Although, you have been hanging out with him, so maybe that’s a good sign.

You can’t help but feel bad. Does this count as leading him on if you didn’t even know? You take his hand and say it’s alright.

“I’ll accept your feelings now though, if you still feel the same way”

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kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

kinktober day 13 main kink: pegging | kinktober masterlist

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things.

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends.

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle.

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid.

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious.

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile.

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe.

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear.

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment.

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms.

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous.

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain.

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend.

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts.

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys.

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness.

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length.

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him.

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin.

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you.

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his.

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this.

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips.

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand.

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned.

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

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Bedtime Routine (A Bakugou Katsuki Oneshot)

-Bakugou drags home his drunk girlfriend after his friend Kirishima's wedding, how much babying will she need as the night goes by? Only the sake will tell!

Word Count - 4,516

- I honestly didn't know how to feel about this oneshot, but I wanted to write one for Bakugou and I felt like some of the parts were cute. So with that, enjoy some soft domestic Bakugou.

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The keys once again slipped out of your hand, clinking together as they hit the ground. Leaning over, you grabbed the hand next to you as you reached down to pick them up again.

“Just give me those, i’m tired of watching you miss the keyhole.” Bakugou pulled the pile of keys from your hand, annoyance evident in his eyes. He fiddled with the lock for a moment before shoving the door open for you to walk inside.

“Katsuki, I'm drunk.” You giggled, the dissipating warmth still present in the apples of your cheeks. You have him a spacy smile before turning your attention back to the door. It was a small gap between the level of your front porch and the door frame, nothing menacing to the normal person. But the longer you looked at the door, the higher up it seemed. The ground spinning at a dizzying speed as you gathered the mental aptitude to move your already wobbly feet over it.

A soft hand on your back gave you the last boost of courage you needed to attempt the monumental feet of getting your damned foot inside of your apartment. You lifted your foot, placing it over the door frame. Mission accomplished, now you just needed to get the last foot over. You lifted it, trying to follow the same path you had taken with your other appendage. Your heel barely nicked the doors threshold, the movement stopping as you jolted forward. You attempted to grab the wall next to you, hand grasping at air as the floor came rushing towards you.

Bakugou grabbed the back of your arm, pulling you upright and back onto your wobbly legs. “I know that dumbass, now move so I can come inside.” He pushed you gently once you had your footing again, squeezing past you before closing the door. He reached a hand around you, flipping the switch next to the door.

You squinted, scrunching your nose at the bright lights. A hand tugged at the end of your coat sleeve, pulling each one off of you. You watched as Bakugou took it to the nearby hallways closet with his own, hanging them up neatly.

He gave you a confused glance, the corner of his mouth turning up in an awkward smile as you continued to stare at him. “You good space cadet? Did all that sake finally get to you?”

Your face soured as the ghost of alcohol's past hit your tongue. You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the bad taste mentally and physically.

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Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh at his light weight of a girlfriend, absolutely wasted after four shots and two beers. He had warned you not to drink with him and his friend at the ceremony, he knew this was bound to happen. He had suggested staying with the girls instead, “You won’t be able to keep up princess, go giggle and gossip with the other girls.” He had ment it in a loving way, only wanting you to enjoy your night. But he knew you had taken it a bit too serious when you shoved your way in between Denki and Sero at the table, hands folded over your chest like a disobedient child.

By the time the reception had ended and everyone was ready to head home you were way past your limit. Bakugou had found you sitting in the middle of the dance floor with an equally drunk Mirio trying to play a card game neither of you knew the rules too.

Bakugou had to resort to carrying you out of the reception hall over his shoulder, you frantically waving goodbye to his drunken friends as he threw you in the rideshare home. But your drunken shenanigans hadn’t ended there.

He loved how social you were, making friends just came easy to you. He would bring you to his hero event, relying on your bright and bubbly nature to mask his social lackings, happy that he could just leave all the questions to his likeable side kick and lover. But it was that same loveable attitude that was killing him in the car.

You had started the conversation off light with the driver, reminiscing on the beautiful wedding you had just attended with your very handsome boyfriend (you made sure to tell her that as well). But once she asked about music for the car trip home Bakugou knew he was in for a long ride. If he had to pick one thing to change about you (and he would have to be held at gunpoint to say this) it would be your music taste. It was his (un)lucky night that the drive and you just happened to share the same love for 2000’s club hits, and that's just what he got to listen to the entire ride home.

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Now you were home, safe and sound. With the perfect night coming to a close he recalled the beautiful wedding he had attended for his best friend, and the wonderful night he had shared with the one he loved most. Bakugou smiled to himself as he slipped off his shoes, he hoped he could spend the rest of his life like this with you. You made him feel loved every second he was with you. Whether it be random flowers on his desk after a long patrol, your soft fingers tangled with his under the table at meetings, or that stupidly cute grin on your face as you stared at him for no apparent reason, he was absolutely smitten with you.

You reached a hand out, placing it on the wall next to you. Holding on for what felt like dear life you leaned down, slipping off your heels before attempting to neatly place them next to the door. A familiar hand wrapped around your middle, holding you steady as you stood back up. Your eyes trailed up the man in front of you, taking in all the ways his black dress shirt strained against his muscles. You ran a hand down the length of his arm, feeling the way it flexed against your fingers as he pulled you closer.

Your eyes finally met his, the auburn hues starting to match the color creeping across your cheeks. You tangled your fingers in the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling yourself to your toes. He wrapped another arm around your middle, giving you the last boost you needed to finally meet his lips. You melted into the warmth he emitted as your lips lazily danced along his own.

Smirking, he pulled away from your drunken grip. “Go get undressed, i’ll be there in a minute.” He turned you towards the bedroom before giving your ass a light pat. He shook his head, chuckling as he watched you walk down the hallway, skipping slightly as you rounded the corner to your shared bedroom.

Walking into the kitchen he peaked down the hallway one more time, smiling to himself once he saw the bedroom light turn on. He reached up, opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass. Turning it over in his hand, he ran his thumb over the upraised lettering branded on the glass.

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You had brought it back for him when you returned from your year in America. It was one of the worst years of his life, the distance between you and him only reassuring him that he would never let you be that far away ever again. When he had seen you running down the stairs at the airport the day you came home, this glass in hand he knew he was keeping your forever. “You're gone for a year and you bring me back a shitty pint glass from MY american fanclub?” He couldn’t believe you had wasted money on his fan merchandise, let alone bought it for him.

“I saw it in one of the store windows when I was on patrol and I thought it was cute. They made you look so much nicer than you really are, look you're smiling!” You beamed, pointing out the happy look on his artificial face.

He chased you out of the airport, ready to ship you back to America with your shit present. You could only laugh, paying no attention to the string of curses that echoed behind you as you ran for the car. You instead focused on the slight blush your words brought to the apples of his cheeks, happy to know he liked the gift.

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Turning on the sink he filled up the glass before making his way down the hallway towards the bedroom. “You better be on your side of the bed. It’s not my fault you bought a shitty pillow, and i’m not fucking sharing again.” He opened the door to your body lazily laid out across the entirety of the bed, still fully dressed and already snoring. “Hey, no! Get the fuck up, your not falling asleep with all your fucking makeup on!” He kicked the side of the bed, trying to wake you up.

You peeled open your eyes, sitting up on to look at your very aggravated boyfriend standing above you. “Katsuki i’m so tired…” You whined, attempting to lay back down.

A firm hand grabbed your forearm, forcing you to stay upright. “Drink this, don’t fall back asleep.” Bakugou forcefully handed you the glass of water, glaring down at you before walking to the connected bathroom.

You listened to him rummage around for a moment, drawers opening and closing while you drank your water. Your eyes drifted to the large picture that hung on the wall above your bed. It was of you and him on your last day of school at UA, smiling at one another, diplomas in hand. His mother had taken it after the graduation ceremony before you went to your rooms to pack up your belongings. What no one knew was right after that picture was when he had asked you to move in with him. He had already picked out an apartment located in between both of your agencies months before, keys in hand when you walked into the dorm building.

“Come here.” Bakugou yelled from the bathroom, pulling you out of your reminiscing.

The shower started as you stood up, the warm steam already seeping out from underneath the door. You pushed open the bathroom door, tired eyes roaming over the man waiting for you. You walked over to him, a soft smile adorning your face as you looked over his own. “Hi Kacchan.”

“Hi princess.” He droned, reached for the empty glass in your hands. Setting it down he swapped it for the makeup wipes on the bathroom counter. He peeled open the package, pulling one out before throwing the rest back on the counter top.

He placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter in front of him. “You yelled at me last time I let you fall asleep with all this shit on. I don’t want to deal with it tomorrow.” Reaching up, he drew your chin between his finger and thumb. He held you still as he started to wipe off the nights makeup, tilting your head back and forth gently as he ran the cold cloth over your skin.

Your eyes scanned over the hardened lines of his face, taking in the small details as he concentrated on getting the glittery eyeshadow off your eyelids. You reached your hand up, tracing over his bottom lip. “Don’t you think the wedding was beautiful Katsuki, Kiri looked so happy today.” You hummed, looking back on the night you had just shared with him.

Bakugou remained silent as he pulled out another wipe, his focus firm on getting every bit of makeup off your face.

“I hope if we ever get married our wedding is that beautiful. I would say yes if you asked me, because I love you.” You flashed your boyfriend a cheesy smile, your hand resting on his waist as you scooted yourself closer to him.

“I love you too, now shut up.” He readjusted your head in his hand as he started on your red adorned lips. The long lasting lipstick doing just as it promised as he struggled to wipe it off.

“I think Tsu-chan would be my maid of honor because she’s my…” You wrinkle your brow, pulling away from the red stained makeup wipe. “Katsuki, you got it in my mouth.” You shook your head, the taste still lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“Then stop talking.” He pulled you closer again, holding your head still as he attempted to wipe off the residual color.

You stuck your tongue out at the frustrated man, taunting him. He responded with another wipe across your tastebuds, laughing as you recoiled from the taste.

Once he was satisfied with your now cleaner face he gathered the dirty wipes, throwing them in the bathroom trash can. He reached a hand down, tugging at the hem of your dress.

You lifted your arms above your head, letting him pull the dress off of you. It hit the floor, a soft plop sounding as Bakugou pulled you down from the counter. Turning you around to face the mirror, he ran a hand over the gathered condensation. You watched through the foggy glass as his hands found the mess of curls pinned together on the top of your head.

He took his time finding all the bobby pins hidden inside your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he slowly uncovered all their hiding places. Each one he would find was placed on the countertop next to you, the pile slowly growing as each curl fell out of it's restrictions. Once he had found them all, he pulled the unraveled ponytail gingerly, freeing your messy hair.

You handed him the brush, causing him to scoff. You could have brushed your hair yourself, but you were enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend's loving touch as he ran his fingers through your hair checking for any tangles. You watched him through the mirror, your loving gaze falling on his attentive hands as they smoothed over your hair as he brushed it out. The curls on your head increasing in volume as they separated. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of his warm touch.

Once he was done he set the brush down, pushing it back into it's respective place. “Now take a shower.” Bakugou looped a finger around the side of your panites, pulling them down around your ankles. His other hand pinched your bra clasp, undoing it for your convenience. Turning around, he walked back into the bedroom.

You kicked your underwear to the side, the pile of clothing growing in the corner of the room. Stepping over the side of the tub you let the water run over your back as you pulled the curtain closed. After a moment you leaned back on the side of the shower, sliding down the wet wall until you were seated under the stream of running water. The warmth sank into your skin, relaxing you as you let the water run over your head.

Bakugou returned after a few minutes comfortably dressed in his pajamas. He pulled open the shower curtain slightly, chuckling as you turned around, still seated on the tub floor. “Are you not going to wash yourself, you’ve been dancing all night.” He rolled his eyes, as you shook your head. “Come here.” He sat down near the side of the bathtub, motioning for you to scoot over.

He pressed down the pump of the shampoo, gathering a bit in his hand as you moved to sit next to him. He smoothed it down the back of your head, fingers digging into your wet hair as he lathered it. He tilted his head, looking around your shoulder as you pushed into his fingers. Your eyes closed in enjoyment as he scrubbed the hair spray from your wet locks.

Standing up, he pulled the shower head off the stand, giving you a playful spray before sitting back down. He titled your head back, careful not to get any runoff in your eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from your hair. The bubbles building up around the drain as he pumped some conditioner into his free hand. He handed you the shower head, caulking his eyebrow when he saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. “You better not spray me F/N.”

You could see the line in front of you, and if it had been any other day you would have crossed it. But you were tired and so was Bakugou, now wasn’t the time to start another bathroom war. But you would put it on your to do list. You leaned over the side of the tub, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek. You giggled when he recoiled, wiping the wet mark dramatically before picking up the shower head to spray you again.

He turned you around, shaking his head as you continued to giggle. He smoothed the conditioner into the ends of your hair, massaging it in. He took his time washing it out of your hair, taking in your peaceful presence. He rarely got moments like this with you, your hero work had kept the both of you busy. He would be lying if he said he didn’t wish for a normal domestic life with you from time to time. But he loved hero work, and he knew you would never ask for anything different.

He reached for the blue bottle of face wash, popping the cap open and squeezing a small amount into the palm of his hand. He rubbed them together, forming a layer of bubbles as you turned around to face him. The same spacey smile lingering on your lips. He transferred the foam onto your wet cheeks, the pads of his fingers worked it into a lather on your face as he washed away the remaining makeup.

You once again fixed your eyes on the man before you, your heart swelling as he carefully rinsed the residual bubbled off your skin. Your mind repeating over and over the adorations you had for the love of your life. “Thank you Katsuki.” You whispered, tilting your head to meet his crimson gaze.

“Come on princess.” He stood up, reaching over to shut off the shower. His fingers laced with yours as he helped you to stand, his other hand reaching for the towel that hung neatly on the rack. Draping it over your head, a soft smile flashed across his face before the towel dropped over your eyes. His hands gingerly held the sides of your head before roughly shaking it back and forth in an attempt to dry your dripping hair.

Your hand shot up, pushing him off of you. You pulled the towel off your head, blinking a few times. You were sure the sudden whiplash had sobered you up a bit. “Jesus Kacchan, you’ll rip off my head doing it like that.” You complained, glaring at your boyfriend.

“Do you want to do it yourself?” He threatened, meeting your glare.

You stuck out your bottom lip, shaking your head slightly. Your boyfriend hardly pampered you and you weren't ready to give up the sweet treatment just yet. You handed him back the towel, blushing as a deep chuckled bubbled up from his chest.

He wiped at the ends of your hair, collecting the dripping water. His hand reached around you grabbing at the loose end of the towel before tightly wrapping it around your frame. You took his open hand as he helped you step over the tub, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as he guided you out of the bathroom.

He sat you down on your side of the bed as he let go of your hand. “Stay put.” Bakugou pulled the towel tighter around you as you settled into the bed in an attempt to keep you warm. He made his way towards your shared closet, turning on the light. His fingers grazed over your clothing feeling the different textures of the fabric that peaked out. He turned to his side, flipping to his night time shirts as he searched for your favorite UA shirt.

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The shirt had a long history between you two, it had been with his as long as you had. It all started with your first day at UA together, you were standing next to him as they handed out the shirts for gym. You had been a last minute addition to the class transfering from a different school earlier in the year. They had to guess on your size when they ordered the shirts, and sadly they had guessed wrong. The shirt you got was far too small for you, or really anyone in the class. You had looked so disheartened telling your teacher it was ok, but you had really looked forward to finally having a piece of the school you dreamed of attending.

It wasn’t until the year after that you and Bakugou had gotten together. Late after class you and him were walking back from the gym after a sparring session. You had sprung the question on him, “Bakugou, do you want to go out?” He tried to play it off like he didn’t care, but he could have thrown up from the nerves. When he got back to his dorm he unzipped his practice jacket and that was the shirt he was wearing.

It was also the shirt he was wearing when he kissed you for the first time, the first time you spent the night, and the day he told you he loved you. It had been through it all and so had you. He retired the shirt years ago, throwing it to the back of the closet with his other mementos. But when you had moved in, it took you no time to find the heathered grey ball stuffed in the far corner of his belongings. He had come home from work one day to find you sitting on the bed with it in your arms. “I didn’t know you still had this.” You smiled up at him, hugging the old shirt.

He again played it off like he didn’t care, it was his usual approach to life. But he was pleasantly surprised to see you remembered it as fondly as he did. It quickly turned into your favorite item of clothing, finally having the shirt of your dreams in your grasp. He didn’t mind seeing you in it after a long day either.

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He thumbed over the cracked school lettering, a smile tugging at his lips as he remembered all the times you had forced him to keep the ratty thing. Finally he had just given it to you, it wasn’t his problem anymore. Or so he thought, you still hung it up on his side of the closet.

“Put this on and let's go to…” He trailed off as he caught sight of you fast asleep on his side of the bed. Your soft snores barely audible as he set the shirt on the nightstand. “You were wide awake not even five minutes ago…” He groaned. He looked between the shirt and the towel loosely wrapped around your body. After a moment of debate he decided to let you sleep in the towel, the thought of wrestling you into some actual clothing giving him a headache.

He was ready to crawl into bed when he realized you had yet to do your skincare routine for the night. You had an extensive routine, the products taking up much of the bathroom counter space. You swore by them, stating that image was an important part of being a hero. He reached over to wake you up, hand stopping a few inches from your shoulder. “Tch, idiot.”

He now found himself looking over the stack of products shoved in the corner of the counter top, trying to remember all the items you used for this process. “Why do you have so much shit Y/N?” He grumbled, pulling out everything he faintly remembered ,carrying it to the bedroom.

He sat down on the bed next to you, the mattress dipping as he let the products rest in his lap. He hated the fact that he would do anything for you, this included. You were definitely going to hear about it in the morning. He picked up the pink spray bottle first, recalling it as the first item in your multistep night time routine. He gave your face a few spaced out sprays, retracting the bottle when you stirred.

“Uh, next is this green shit I think…” He mumbled, mentally recalling all the nights you had tried to force this on his face. Picked up the small green glass bottle, he looked over the bright pink lettering on the front. He unscrewed the top, resting his finger over the entrance as he turned it over. He dabbed the liquid left on his finger over your face, smoothing it into your skin.

He set down the green bottle, his fingers still lingering on the underside of your jaw as he reached for the next product. He fumbled with a tall blue pump serum, his hands slick from the remaining skin product. He had bought this last bottle for you when he went in for hair gel, the price almost sending him into cardiac arrest. He never understood the price differences and why you couldn’t just buy the “knock off”, but it was your money. He repeated the process with the milky liquid, making sure to spread it evenly over your now dewy skin. He traced over your freckles that dotted your nose, his finger trailing down the bridge lightly. They had become more vivid since the beginning of summer, he loved the fact that he was lucky enough to be close enough to you day after day to notice something like that.

“Almost done with this stupid shit…” Bakugou grumbled, unscrewed the lid of your moisturizer before dipping his fingers in the thick mixture. He dotted it around your soft skin, rubbing it in as he counted his blessings that you didn’t have more to do.

He stood up again, holding the products against his chest. He gave you one last look over, smiling to himself. “Dumbass.” He softly chuckled, making his way towards the bathroom.

Once everything was put away he made his way back into the room. Shutting off the lights as he made his way towards the bed. Crawling in beside you he pushed you over to your side of the bed. As he sank into the sheets he thought of the black velvet box tucked inside of his coat pocket in the hallway closet. His fingers grazed your own under the comforter, tangling together. “You're gonna say yes huh?” He let his eyelids close as he chuckled to himself, thinking of the weekend ahead.

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