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myheroacademia-headcanons · 2 months

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Hi! I hope this is okay but would you do what would happen if deku caught y/n and bakugou doing facials/skincare together? Sorry if this is weird

So this was a really fun scenario to write, thanks for the ask!

-Mod Kendo

Bakugou reached for the washcloth he had just placed under the hot water. Y/N repeated the same action, but recoilded when they touched the water.

“Are you sure it’s supposed to be this hot?” they asked, shaking their lightly scalded fingers?

Bakugou picked up his washcloth without any reaction and brought it to his face, steam rising off it through the gaps between his fingers. “Of course it is. How else are you planning to open up your pores?” He then placed it over his face and took a few deep breaths, sounding almost relaxed.

Y/N grabbed their towel, which they could now hold since it had been sitting out of the water a few moments. They raised it to their face and felt the steam as they breathed. They had to admit, Bakugou was right. The hot towel was incredibly relaxing.

After a few moments of steaming, the two removed their hot towels, and set them back on the counter.

“Alright,” Bakugou said, reaching into his toiletry bag, “now its soap, another rinse, syrum, another hot towel, and lotion.” He set out various tubes and creams as he spoke.

Y/N took out the shopping bag full of skin care products they had picked out earlier and set them on the counter in the same order as Bakugou had a moment ago, then looked over to their friend for the next steps.

Bakugou was scrubbing his face agressively fast, bubbles from his lathered soap flying off in all directions. His hair was held out of his face by a towel, wrapped around his head and tied in the front. Y/N didn’t have time to react to the scene before they heard footsteps that abruptly stopped in the bathroom door.

A surprised voice echoed through the room. “Kacchan?”

***

Izuku was winding down for the night, all that was left was to brush his teeth before bed. So he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and sleepily stumbled towards the bathroom. He heard water running but didn’t think much of it until he rounded the corner into the doorway and froze.

Globs of bubbly soap were flying around the room, flung by the angry scrubbing of the boy by the sink. Atop his head sat what looked like the unholy offspting of a blonde hedgehog and the easter bunny.

“Kaccahn?” Izuku stammered.

Bakugou froze, every muscle clenched. He began to rotate his head like a machine in need of oil, slow, staggering, and dripping with rage.

Izuku didn’t know how to react. On one hand, Bakugou’s face was a mask of pure rage, which spelled trouble for him. On the other hand, he could barely eep from laughing at the white bunny ears the towle formed on his head, and the white soap smeared across his face.

“The h*ll are you looking at!?!?” Bakugou thundered.

“A-ah-… N-nothing!” Izuku stammered, stumbling backwards into the bathroom’s doorframe.

“You think this is a d@mn joke?!?” He roared, closing in on the cowering Izuku. Froth from the soap flung off his face with each step.

“N-no! Not at all!” Izuku wimpered, waving his hands wildly in front of him. “I- I’m just surprised is all.”

Bakugou halted his death march, looking puzzled. “Why the h*ll would you be so d@mn surprised? This is the f*cking bathroom. This is where people are supposesd to wash their gross @ss faces.”

Izuku glanced ar the towl in his hair, then to the various syrums on the counter next to the sink. “I- I know,” he began. “I just didn’t expect you to have such a…” he glanced around again, “an elaborate skin care routine.”

Bakugou huffed, grabbing Izuku by his collar and lifting him to his feet, but not letting go. Bakugou got so close to Izuku’s face that soap dripped onto his forhead. “Skincare is really f*cking important.” Bakugou growled, then tossed Izuku back to the floor. “Do you have any idea what would happen if one of my sweat glands got clogged?! It would be a disastre!” He was shouting full volume again.

“I- I can see how that would be a problem.” Izuku replied. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before. With his quirk, Kacchan had to be sweating a lot more than most people, meaning he’d be more likely to break out. And a clogged pore or a problem with any of his sweat excretion would be a major problem for him in the field. It only made sense that he was incredibly dilligent about maintaining them. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“Yeah whatever.” Bakugou groaned, returning to the sink. “Just, get the H*ll out of here.”

Izuku stepped back around the corner, figuring he’d come brush his teeth later after the others left. But as he walked away, he heard the voices from inside.

“What now?” Y/N said to Bakugou.

“I already told you; rinse, syrum, hot towel, lotion.” Bakugou snapped, as the sound of a sink turning on eminated from the room.

“Oh- I just thought- since he interupted you might want to-“ Y/N said, seemingly looking for the right words. “I thought you might want to call it a night.”

A loud smack echoed down the hall, probably Bakugou slamming his fists on the counter. “Are you deaf!?” He shouted. “I just told you. Skincare is f*cking important!”

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 1 year

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Some Things Change

NCPD Inspector Midoriya and MaxTac Agent Katsuki Bakugou have a tiff.

TW: Cyberpunk 2077 SPOILERS, Violence, Gore, Angst, Blood, Crude humor, Crude language, some suggestive dialogue If you have played the TTRPG or CDPR Game then you know what to expect. Cyberpunk RPG specific terminology, Established Relationship, Mentions of offspring. INPUT READER IS A BLACK AFAB-GENDERFLUID PERSON! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO READ, REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED! ALL MHA/BNHA CHARS ARE GROWN ASS ADULTS

Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk. The mods on his optics rapidly scanning documents and reviewing cases that were on his docket or needed to be closed out. Nothing important was coming over the blotter so he had no reason to move from his desk. He was tired, having been here for the past, what? He didn’t even recall how long it had been. At least two days. There had been an uptick in cyberpsycho cases and black-market snuff bd selling that had prevented his going home. Something he desperately needed. Along with a shower and a meal.

He was getting neither anytime soon. Well, not at home. Stretching he stood up and made his way to the communal locker rooms. His back was far more sore than he expected. He enters the locker room, heads to his locker, strips, and grabs his shower supplies. Doing one last stretch then heading into the adjacent showers. He sets his stuff down on a bench closest to his favorite showerhead then steps into the glassed-off shower. Slapping the button for hot he stands under and shivers as he is blasted with the ice-cold waters of hell. Groaning he swears to himself, closing his eyes, and quietly begs the powers that be to not give him any more shit. He just wants to relax for 30 minutes.

“They reversed the connections the other day. Cold is hot, nerd.” a gruff, annoyed voice tells him. Izuku hisses audibly then slams the cold button. “Thanks, Kacchan.” he says quietly as he lets the much warmer water slip down his mostly ‘ganic form. A responding grunt is heard followed by the sound of the showerhead next to him turning on. “Whatever.” is the only thing said back to him and the owner of the voice goes back to ignoring his presence.

The soaked, green-haired man internally berates himself. He should have known this information! He had just read it in a department report. Rubbing his face harshly he opens his eyes, shakes his head then stares up at the ceiling. His own failure to remember such a basic detail had only served to irritate the only occupant of the room. Someone he desperately wanted to reconnect with.

Trying to be discreet and casual the lightly freckled man steals a glance over at the other occupant. Next to him stood a bored and irritated-looking Kacchan. Katsuki Bakugou. His former childhood best friend turned Rockerboy turned MaxTac agent. The circumstances concerning his employment being Izuku’s fault. Something he doesn’t think the former Rocker will ever forgive.

Had Midoriya not overstepped and summoned Kaccha-Bakugou's input all those years ago he wouldn’t be here standing next to him today. The MaxTac member wasn’t mad he had lived. No, he had even expressed his thanks for it. He was furious Izuku had put the man’s input in danger by summoning them to the scene of Bakugou’s Cyberpyschosis. Exposing them to the ugliest and most insecure parts of him and potentially killing them leaving their twins without parents. Ever since then the relationship between the inspector and the MaxTac member has been hostile on good days and catastrophic on bad ones. With Katsuki absolutely refusing to willingly work with or around Midoriya. Which makes the current situation odd now that the green-haired man thought about it.

“Stop staring nerd. You trying to make a BD reel to sell or save for your private collection?” the Ashen blonde sneers and he continues to scrub his body down. Midoriya sighs and averts his eyes. “No, Kacchan. Just making mental notes. Usually, you want nothing to do with me. I am just surprised that you are willingly standing next to me right now and engaged me in conversation not once but twice now.” The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them. Alarm shooting up his spine. Reflexively he steps off to the side and looks over at his former best friend waiting for the angry berating he is sure to receive.

But none came.

Only a monotone “Hnnnn.” along with more squishy noises as Bakugou relathers up his loofah and begins to rub himself down. Not content with a once-over. The man had always been obsessively hygienic. “Yeah, I got something to tell ya.” the blonde says flatly. His nose scrunched up in annoyance. Still not looking over at Midoriya. Stretching out his flesh-toned chrome arm, Katsuki lathers it up then moves on to the next one. “My input wanted to me to relay that the twins have their birthday this weekend and they want you there. The twins too,” he growls out.

Izuku observes the eyebrow twitching above sanguine-colored eyes. Saying those words must have been torture for the other man. “Oh, I see. Yeah, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ve grown fond of them over the years.” Midoriya says nervously. Rubbing at the back of his head. It wasn’t a lie. He really was fond of the kiddos. How the perpetually scowling man next to him had managed to get such an amazing family was beyond him. He was happy for them and that they still had a chance at family. Even if the blonde did harbor an intense as fuck grudge against him.

“Yeah, I figured you would say that. I’ll send you a list of what they like currently. We are planning on taking them out into the badlands and doing some fuck shit. Got a new grenade launcher they might enjoy using.” The blonde chuckles, an honest-to-goodness content and peaceful smile making a rare appearance on his face. “I can’t wait to see their faces. What about you nerd? You got anyone to go home to?”

The abrupt shift to the green-haired man’s personal life has said man looking away quickly and staring down at his feet. “Ah, no. Not just yet. I don’t think we are there yet.” he mumbles out. Not liking the focus being on himself. He can feel the blonde’s sneer and he regrets engaging the other man in conversation. “Heh, you don’t say. Must suck to suck. It’s been a few months now, hasn’t it? Still haven’t managed to convince her to do anything more than a coffee date. Huh, nerd?” Bakugou’s words dig into the warm, squishy hidden interior that Midoriya keeps hidden away.

“I don’t want to rush anything. Not everyone can rush headlong into a relationship without a care in the world like you.” Izuku replies coldly. Finished with his own shower, he slams the cold-water button again, steps out, and begins to dry off. The shut-off of the shower head next to him lets him know that unfortunately this conversation isn’t done and Katsuki intends to have the last word.

“What the fuck does that mean, Midoriya?” the overly aggressive blonde follows behind and grabs the other man’s arm once he is within reach. “Answer me!” he demands. Izuku jerks his arm out of the other’s grasp, picks up a towel, and begins to dry himself off. “Just that. That is how the two of you got together. You and your input-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as a chromed fist connects with his very much so organic jaw. Midoriya crashes back and trips over the bench falling to the floor with a rough “Mmmfph”. No time to recover as the furious MaxTac agent is now sitting on top of him all but foaming at the mouth.

“Say that to my face again!” a furious Bakugou pulls Izuku up by the hair, bringing them nose to nose. “I dare you!” the enraged man snarls out. Midoriya narrows his eyes as a hand reaches behind his head to remove the chokehold that Katsuki has on his hair. “Back off Kacchan. Take your immunoblockers before you lose control again,” he warns the MaxTac agent. Calm, cool, and collected. Midoriya was pissed as well but it wouldn’t do anyone any favors if he gave into his rage like the blonde pinning him down was.

Abruptly the blonde releases him completely. Red eyes bore into his skull with hatred as they both stand up. “You’re such a fucking prick, Izuku,” Katsuki says low and cold. “Not everything is an attack against you. Not my fault you needed someone to push you a bit to just ask her out on a real date instead of pussy footing around like a bitch.” The blonde grabs his towel and storms off leaving Midoriya alone with his thoughts.

Replaying the conversation in his head he realizes that Katsuki had been trying to help in his own way. Bakugou had always been abrasive but when he looks back at the expression on the blonde’s face and pairs them with the words, he realizes that he assumed that the other was sneering at him. He never saw it. In fact, the last expression he saw before pure rage was bliss on the man’s face. It was very possible that he had projected his own insecurities onto his childhood bestie and things had spiraled from there.

Internally he berates himself for being such an asshole. “I really need to take some time off. I wouldn’t have done that if I had been taking care of myself,” he complains quietly in the empty room. “Yeah, that's true. You look like shit, Izuku. Go rest. Tell Ochako you are feelin’ under the weather and she’ll show up at your flat with something to help you feel better.” Midoriya’s head whips up to see a mostly dressed Bakugou standing in front of him holding up the green-haired man’s shirt. “Oh, yes! I’ll do that. Thanks, Kacchan.” taking the shirt gingerly, the detective casually shrugs it on. He is opening his mouth to apologize when he is cut off.

“Don’t. Just don’t. I get it. You are overworked and got a lot on your mind. Take the time off and refresh. You look like shit and your attitude matches. Make sure you show up at the twins’ birthday party or I’ll end you.” Katsuki says casually as he places his own shirt on and begins to lace up his boots. A leather biker jacket with his former band's logo emblazoned on it.

“Thanks, Kacchan. I mean it. You won’t let me apologize so I won’t but at least let me say thank you.” he pulls on his boxers, joggers, socks, and shoes before the other man responds. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s what choombs to for each other. I still hold a grudge against you for dragging them into that bloodbath I started but....we are still choombs. Doesn’t mean I wanna see your fuckin’ puppy dog eyes every time I need to get the job done though.” Bakugou grabs his jacket and puts it on. Leaving before Midoriya can say anything. A middle finger his farewell before he exits the room leaving the detective alone and chuckling to himself.

“Some things never change,” Izuku tells himself mentally. A notification flashes across his optics. Militech and Ochako. Ochako is asking if he is ok. Someone heard the commotion in the showers and she was worried something bad had gone down. He sends her a reassuring reply and asks if she wants to come over for dinner and a movie. Maybe snuggle a bit. Watch a brain dance. The warm fuzzies entering and spreading through his chest at the thought of holding her in his arms.

He opens the Militech email and his blood turns to ice.

“Detective, it seems you and I share a mutual interest. I would like to meet with you to discuss.”

It’s short and sweet. Accompanied by a photo of none other than Katsuki Bakugou. Looking pissed off as ever holding his input with another woman standing behind him looking curiously over them both. This picture was taken the other day at the hostage situation down at Corpo Plaza in the Arasaka building. He scrolls down to see who the sender was. Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Midoriya swears his optics must be fucky or something because there is no way either of them should have attracted the attention of this man. Yet the message said otherwise. Inhaling deeply, he replies back.

“That can be arranged. I have prior engagements this upcoming weekend. You can find me in my office on Monday.” That should suffice. Or at least the inspector hopes it does. He sends out his replies and stares up at the ceiling.

Some things never change but sometimes things do. For better or worse.

Fin.

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bicheetopuff · 2 years

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Battle Trial Arc Dissection

Deku vs Kacchan Pt. 1

This one is gonna be a little different. I know my other posts are separated by individual characters but I think it’d be stupid to analyze this fight in separate posts (by character at least). Because of that though, I’m gonna switch between their perspectives a lot so, buckle up.

Before we start, let’s look at our boys costumes:

Katsuki looks sick as fuck. His costume is meant to stand out and be practical. He made sure his costume was perfect from the start in looks and usefulness (a reflection of his personality). He considered his quirk from the beginning and as a result, never had to make drastic mods to his costume (aside from his winter costume of course). I’d also like to appreciate the originality. (Also I’d like to point out how Katsuki mentioned dynamite on his form despite drawing a grenade based costume… foreshadowing)

On the opposite end, we have probably the ugliest fit I’ve ever had the displeasure to lay my eyes on. It’s not that bad in black and white but in color… good lord. It’s impractical and not pretty. However, there’s sentiment behind it and leaves obvious room for growth. It was designed to take after All Mights appearance and it was tailored by his mother. He didn’t consider it’s practicality because he still doesn’t know how his quirk works and doesn’t have techniques that he’d need gear for yet. He’s wearing it because of the meaning and not because of the looks.

Their costumes are reflections of how they see themselves and they’re being presented to appear as opposites of one another down to their costume designs.

Contents:

I: The Misunderstood, Misunderstands

II: Izuku Doing His Best Again

I: The Misunderstood, Misunderstands

So this quarrel starts out with battle training and it’s team A: Heroes: Izuku and Ochako vs team D: Villains: Katsuki and Tenya. Right off the bat, they made the Indoor Anti-Personnel Battle Training… personal. Iida even asks Katsuki to refrain from targeting Izuku.

This is our first telling evidence that Katsuki has misunderstood Izuku at some point. If he knows and accurately understands Izuku, why would he think he’s ‘punking’ him? That doesn’t sound like him at all. Why not consider any other explanation first? We’ve been shown already that Katsuki is smart which further proves that Katsuki simply loses all reasoning when it comes to Izuku.

Meanwhile…

We get nothing but praise on Izukus end. He’s putting himself down and putting Katsuki on a pedestal. We get a semi official indirect declaration of rivalry. He sees Katuski as a goal instead of an obstacle whereas Katsuki sees the opposite.

II: Izuku Doing his Best Again

Izuku can’t use OFA in this training exercise because he has no grip on it. Using it would mean incapacitating himself and putting everyone in the building in danger so he depends on his natural strength to hopefully get himself through this. After a predictable sneak attack from Katsuki, his natural strength and knowledge of Katsukis fighting style works in his favor for a bit and lands a few hits. Katsuki realizes, and is surprised, that Izuku was able to read his moves and predict his attack. He’s told why directly after.

Quotes I find semi-important to bring up and talk about:

I’ve analyzed heroes I think are awesome: this isn’t that important but Izuku basically just admitted to having at least a few pages dedicated to Katsuki in his notebook…i know what you are

I’m not gonna be your worthless punching bag Deku forever… I’m the Deku who always does his best!!: he’s already proved this when he stood up to Katsuki a few chapters ago. But he’s saying clear and direct this time which proves the change even further and sets it in stone for good. Further development of his confidence.

…It just screams “do your best!!”: this is Ochako realizing how much her words meant to Izuku. She unintentionally changed the way Izuku sees himself.

You spout that crap… all while scared out of your mind: he thinks of the time they were kids. I think he’s telling Izuku that although his perspective of himself changed, he still sees Izuku as the scared little kid he used to be while also recognizing his new strength and the contradiction of the two thoughts is pissing him off. He’s refusing to see Izuku as anything else but a scared little kid but is upset that Izuku is attempting to see himself as something different.

What could he be thinking?: Iida, we have no clue… well, we do. It’s just that Katsuki is a difficult character to read and understand. He’s using this opportunity to make sure his ego is still intact after seeing Izukus new power and he doesn’t know how to express anything unless it’s masked with anger.

DvK

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jazwritesalot · 5 months

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mother tongue

Pairing: Utsushimi Camie/Jirou Kyouka. Camie/Jirou Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Word Count: 4.268 Tags: nudity, implied sexual content, imprisonment, implied KiriBaku, Cyberpunk

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Summary: Written for the 2022/2023 NOVA PULSE Zine/ @novapulsezine

The first time she laid eyes on her, she was taken aback by just how beautiful she was. Sure, meeting one another during a client call gone wrong probably wasn’t the best place for a romance to start, but damn it, who was Jirou to choose her fate?

“Overhaul, you rat bastard. Why is a Shiketsu rep here?” she seethed into the comm, blood boiling even more when all she got back was a sinister chuckle.

“Whoops? My bad.” The voice was as distorted as always, making it hard for Jirou to pinpoint who exactly was behind the dastardly mask of Overhaul and the Hassaikai. Before she could bark out any more questions, the line went dead, vision filling with the infamous mask.

“That mother fucker.” Now she was stuck in public with a member of Shiketsu’s mod team. If Endeavor were to hear about this. Scratch that—she knew he knew. That asshole had eyes and ears everywhere. Fuck.

“Well, aren’t you just a cutie?” the blonde teased, making herself more comfortable in the booth.

“Why are you so calm about this? Overhaul could start a war between Yuuei and Shiketsu at this rate.” Hell, the plan was probably already in motion, if Jirou were to take a guess.

“I’m just along for the ride, darling. Besides, I killed comms with Inasa the moment I saw Overhaul wasn’t here. What, and who, I do in my free time is my business, and mine alone.” The cheshire-like grin and her words made Jirou run hot, her face flaming despite the cool temperature of the restaurant. She should be rational! She’s the head rep for Yuuei, for All Might’s sake! But, as she shot a quick glance at the other woman, she felt herself falter. Shouldn’t she be allowed some fun and freedom herself?

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m about to enjoy a nice meal and put it on his tab. Whatcha think? Care to join a lonely ol’ woman?” The wink sent her way made her pause. She could enjoy a day to herself, right?

“To hell with it,” Jirou sighed, turning off her own comm and grabbing the wine glass. “To Overhaul, for fucking us both over,” she toasted, loving the sound that come from the other lady. Her laugh was just as beautiful as she was.

“To us. And the world of possibilities that await.” As they clinked their glasses together, Jirou came to the realization that 1) she didn’t know this woman’s name, and 2) she didn’t care because she was already smitten. She was royally fucked.

The next morning found Jirou waking up next to the blonde—whose name was Camie—with her comms still killed. Fuck. She was about to get her ass chewed for this. Not only did she fail to do what she was assigned to do, she went off and fraternized with the enemy without checking in at all. Endeavor was going to have her head, if Iida didn’t get to her first.

Gathering her clothes, she gave a quick kiss to Camie’s forehead before redressing and sneaking out of the plush penthouse suite; Shiketsu really cared for their reps, it seemed. As soon as she was out of the building, she turned the comms back on and prepared for the torrent.

“Do you have any idea how worried we were about you?” Iida’s voice came flooding in first, making Jirou have to bite back a groan. Of course it would be Iida.

“Sorry Tenya. I forgot.” She needed to get back to her hole in the wall and take a shower, the grime of night catching up to her.

“Forgot? You don’t just turn your comms off and forget to turn them back on, Jirou!”

“Oh come on, Iida. Kacchan used to turn his comms off all the time,” Midoriya’s voice chimed into the call, which made Jirou breathe a sigh of relief. If anyone could calm Iida down, it would be him.

“And may I remind you that your brother defected from Yuuie to live a life of crime? Not a shining example, Midoriya.” Jirou could practically see Iida’s hand moving through the air in his signature chop.

“I don’t need to be reminded, thank you very much. Just cut Jirou some slack, okay? I’ve been netrunning and it seems as though Overhaul is fucking both us and Shiketsu over. It’s not her fault that yesterday was botched.”

“I’m sure that’s what Shiketsu wants us to think,” Endeavor cut in, causing the conversation to come to a halt quickly. Of course he would be listening to their comms. Why wouldn’t he be?

“No, sir. Midoriya is right. Overhaul—”

“Jirou, I would like to see you in my office. Now.” Endeavor’s command cut Jirou off before the call went dead for all parties involved. Jirou sighed loudly, turning away from the door of her apartment complex and heading down the street toward Yuuei’s headquarters. So much for getting a shower in before having to deal with her boss’s bullshit. And she was pretty sure she smelled of stale sweat and fruity perfume. Fuckin’ fantastic.

As she did her walk of shame through the doors of Yuuei, Jirou mused about how horrible the company had become since All Might’s retirement. She missed his jovial disposition and the way that he actually had a passion for all things tech. She could tell that Endeavor was just in it for the money—he couldn’t give a shit about making sure the tech was good. So she didn’t blame Bakugou one bit for disappearing deep into the net. She yearned to be able to do that herself, but she had no idea how to even go about it.

“Maybe one day . . .” she muttered to herself as she stepped out of the elevator and stopped short in front of her boss’s office. It was now or never, she supposed.

“Come in, Jirou,” his voice boomed through the door before she could even knock. She steeled herself, pushing the wooden doors open and coming face-to-face with her boss. The man sat intimidatingly behind an oak desk, hands folded under his chin, his cybernetic eye piercing through her. She was pretty sure he was reading her vitals, looking for any sign already that she was pulling a fast one on him.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. But, how could she not be timid around him? She had heard horror stories of the business executive from Todoroki. Of how callous and cruel he could be, especially when he didn’t get his way. And she was sure that what she was going to tell him would enrage him.

“Why did you cut your comms with everyone yesterday?” Blunt. That was one thing she appreciated about the asshole—she wouldn’t have to waste her breath on idle conversations. But she found herself floundering. What would she tell him that he would believe?

“Overhaul had me cut comms to make sure I wasn’t double crossing him.” The lie rolled easily off the tongue.

“Nice try. After you went AWOL, he reached out to me, stating that you never met with him at the restaurant.”

“That lying sack of . . . he was the one who never came! It was a set up! The only one who met me there was a Shiketsu rep, who also had been told to meet that slimy bastard there.” She was seething. What a lowlife they were dealing with!

“You expect me to believe that it was a set up when you show up to my office covered in hickeys and reeking of sex and perfume? Get a grip, Jirou.”

It was a slap to the face, but one that she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve. If only she had left Camie’s place earlier, maybe then she would have had a chance to make herself presentable before diving headfirst into the shit storm that was dealing with Endeavor.

“Your silence proves a point. But if you’re insisting that we’ve been set up, then the only logical response would be to believe that Shiketsu was the one orchestrating it so they can sweep the sale from beneath our feet.” A sharp glare cut off the protests that were bubbling up from her. “I’m going to move Shouto to the Overhaul deal.”

“But sir, with all due respect, that’s my area of expertise, and my sale, that I’ve been working on for months.”

“Should have thought about that before fraternizing with the enemy, Jirou. Now, leave.” The finality of his statement caused her to quit fiddling with her ear mods and stare at him in shock. Months of work all down the drain because of a lying bastard and nepotism. Fucking fantastic.

Jirou stormed out of the office with tears fresh in her eyes. She ignored a call from Midoriya, not wanting to deal with his questioning at this moment. She didn’t want to deal with anyone from Yuuei, and if she were being completely honest with herself, there was only one person she was willing to be around right now. But she couldn’t now, could she?

As life would seem to have it, she could. Camie was the first one to initiate contact with her, the multitude of emojis making Jirou laugh out loud to herself in her hole in the wall. Jirou continued to ignore calls from Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida, opting instead to text with Camie and occasionally call her just so she could hear the blonde’s voice. It wasn’t like Jirou was falling for her or anything. (A lie, she knew, but she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself yet).

A month had passed since the failed mission, and Jirou was on cloud nine. Things had become more steady with Camie, up to the point they were planning a quick elopement. Never before had Jirou felt so connected to someone in such a short amount of time. And who was to say she was moving too fast? Everything else in her life was spiraling, so shouldn’t she be allowed to have a shred of happiness?

Their second official meeting came, and with it brought two visitors. Jirou didn’t have to do much to convince Todoroki to join her as a witness to the handfasting. . . he took it as an opportunity to piss his father off more. And with Camie came one of her best friends and fellow coworkers, Inasa.

Jirou probably should have worried about being on the seedier side of town, especially since they found their priestess through questionable means . . . the Dominatrix looked at the two of them like she wanted to eat them alive. But, a priestess is a priestess, especially in dire situations.

The ceremony was small and quick, the two of them exchanging vows and a passionate kiss while the two men watched the union, their own brands of excitement shining through for the women. As they left the shoddy altar located in the back room of an even seedier brothel, their smiles were contagious. They were married! Sure, they were young. And sure, they barely knew one another. But that’s the crazy thing about love . . . it makes one jump headfirst into asinine situations.

The shitty thing about getting married so impulsively was that they weren’t able to have a honeymoon like they so desired. They both still had work to attend to the next day, even if Jirou had been delegated to errand girl now that she was kicked off the Overhaul deal. It just meant that they had to make use of what little time of their wedding night they had left.

They bid the men farewell, Camie picking Jirou up in her arms as they walked through the threshold of her cozy penthouse apartment, eager to get the celebrations started. And who was Jirou to stop her beautiful bride?

The next morning came with a dull headache from too much liquor and being met with a radiant smile.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Camie teased, leaning forward to steal a kiss from Jirou that left her breathless and craving for more time. But that was the bitch of it . . . time. It wasn’t long before they would have to part ways, pretending to be enemies to those who had control over them. It just wasn’t fair.

“We should leave,” Jirou blurted out in a panic as the two of them dressed. Camie cocked her head to the side, reminiscent of the puppy that Jirou had long ago, waiting for her to further explain herself. “We should go off grid. So deep into the net that no one can find us. I hate having to pretend that I can’t stand you. I hate that these corporations have us so twisted up in their webs that loving one another is a crime. I fuckin’ hate it, Camie.” Jirou was sobbing at this point, but she couldn’t help it.

Camie wrapped her arms around Jirou, pulling her into her ample bust, and shushed her while wiping away her tears. “I’d be down, babe. But it’s not as simple as just running away. You and I both know that. Lemme see what I can do with some of my sources, alright?” Jirou could only nod her head, hoping that somehow, someway, Camie was going to be able to get them out of this mess.

They returned to their lives outside of their bubble of bliss, Jirou dreading work as always. And then there was Midoriya, who was eyeing her too critically. Always looking like he knew too much information all the time. Like he could see into her very being.

“Jirou, we need to talk,” he urged, pulling her into a dimly lit conference room and locking the door behind him. All she could do was cock her brow at him and wait as patiently as she could as he muttered under his breath for minutes on end.

“I was running the net this morning, checking on Shiketsu lines per Endeavor’s request, and I came across this: Shiketsu is preparing to siege Yuuei,” he stated bluntly. “I’m not entirely sure what happened, but Overhaul attacked them. Told them he was put up to it by Endeavor. Now they’re livid and preparing a counterstrike.”

“So? Let the bastard get what he deserves.” Jirou couldn’t even begin to fathom why this was her problem.

“Overhaul attacked Camie, Jirou. I’m not sure how critical of a condition she’s in, but he used her as a weak link.” Static filled Jirou’s ears. Her beloved, she couldn’t be. Could she? Mere hours ago they were intertwined in bed, and now she’s been hurt? Because of some stupid corporate game that should have been called off from the moment Jirou tried to warn Endeavor about Overhaul?

She was hurt. She was livid. And most of all . . . she wanted revenge.

“Jirou, come to my office now,” Endeavor’s voice called to her via comms and she was more than ready to go face the bastard.

“Jirou! Be careful!” Midoriya called after her as she stomped away, but she didn’t pay any mind to what he was saying. What’s the worst that he could do to her anyway? She stormed into his office, fire in her veins. He glared at her over the expanse of his desk, but this time she wouldn’t stand down.

“What did you want to see me about now?” she asked in a clipped voice. What she wanted to do was leave, find Camie, and make sure her wife was alright. Was that too much to ask?

“How long have you and Utsushimi been trapezing under my nose?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is my business, Kyoyka. Especially when her specialty is creating corruption software.” Jirou scoffed out a laugh, knowing full well that her wife’s specialty was actually creating anti-corruption software, but of course Overhaul would feed some bullshit like that to try and create a further rift between the two companies.

“And what if she did create that? How does that have anything to do with me?”

“You’re too close to her, Jirou. She’s corrupted you, and I won’t stand for it.”

“She hasn’t corrupted me at all, you asshole. Don’t talk about my wife like that.” Fuck. She didn’t mean to say that. Endeavor’s eyes widened and she knew that she had royally fucked herself over.

“That’s it, Jirou. You’re too much of a liability now. It’s time to do what I should have done at the beginning of this operation.” He pushed a button on his desk, one that Jirou was all too familiar with. Surely he couldn’t be calling security on her? Armed guards entered the office, surrounding Jirou and cuffing her despite her protests and resistance.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, but it’s for your best interest.” The bastard didn’t even sound sorry at all as she was led to the basement of the facility, past a wide-eyed Midoriya, a shocked Iida, and a blank-faced Todoroki. She was shoved roughly into the cell, being treated more like a criminal than an employee, and once again she found herself wishing that she could just escape the hellscape that her life had become.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been down in her prison cell—time seemed to blend together to the point that she didn’t even care how long she had been there. It wasn’t like she was allowed any visitors. She was an employee, and the bastard couldn’t even pop for a cush place for her to rot. Dickhead. At this point she even missed Iida’s antics. Most of all, she missed Camie. Her comms were jammed down here, and after the first night of trying, she gave up trying to reach out to her. If she was even alive. Midoriya’s words of her being attacked kept playing through her mind, plaguing her. They should have never gone into work that morning. Maybe then their situations wouldn’t be so fucked.

She was sitting, wallowing in self-pity, when she heard a commotion outside of her cell. Indifference and apathy ran through her—maybe Shiketsu finally attacked, ready for their revenge. Hell, maybe it was Overhaul and his crew. Maybe they would end things for her quickly and she could finally reunite with her beloved.

“I think she’s in here.” Todoroki’s voice rang out, causing her to sit up in confusion. Why would he be down here? The door to her cell slid open and apprehension crept up her spine. What if it was a trap? She had no reason to distrust her friend, but she was still cautious. Especially when Inasa entered the room, his hulking frame filling up the tiny space.

“What are you doing here?” Confusion laced her tone. She met the man only once, but she was surprised to see Todoroki trusting him so fully and wholeheartedly.

“Came to rescue you!” His voice was booming, taking up as much space as he was.

“We don’t have much time before my father figures out what we’ve done. Come on Jirou.” Todoroki’s words brooked no argument and she found herself nodding, following along as they ran past knocked out security guards.

“Why are you two working together?” Jirou finally asked as they cleared yet another level of the building, Todoroki in the lead as he led them to freedom.

“I owed Camie a favor. And I’ve known Inasa since high school. Since before the League.” This was news to Jirou, and as much as she wanted to stop them and make them tell her what the hell was going on, she knew that they were working on borrowed time.

“We need to get her to Midoriya quickly. The time for the extraction is closing in, Shouto.” Extraction? What the hell was going on??

“I’m aware. We just need to get outside and then Midoriya will take it from there.” They rounded the corner and came face to face with another set of guards. Fuck.

“Keep going! I’ve got these small fry!” Inasa’s yelling was accompanied by the hissing of his hands turning into canons, a large gust of wind exploding out of each to knock down the sentries. As fascinated as Jirou was with his tech, she had to look the other way and keep running alongside Todoroki. She wasn’t going to squander this chance at freedom.

They cleared the last door, the polluted skies a welcomed greeting to her. Midoriya wasn’t the one waiting for them, however. Instead, it was Iida, who was already on his motorcycle, the engine revved and waiting.

“Tell Camie I say hello,” Todoroki stated as she hopped on behind Iida, and her heart skipped a beat. Camie, her beloved. She was safe! Before she could respond, Iida took off, zipping through the streets. The neon signs were but a blur as he weaved in and out of traffic, leading her further away from the heart of Mustafu toward the slummier districts. The ones where people went to disappear.

“Nice to have you back, Jirou,” Midoriya’s voice filled her ears as the comms finally escaped the jammer from Yuuei.

“Nice to be back. Now, you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Not enough time right now. Iida, you’ve got 4 kilometers to go. Make sure to get her to us in one piece.” At that, Jirou finally looked behind her and was shocked to see Yuuei’s tower engulfed in flames. Guess Shiketsu finally did strike. Panic for Inasa and Todoroki briefly passed through her, but she quickly stifled it. They were resourceful—there was no way they’d let themselves get caught.

Iida turned a corner down a dark alleyway in the heart of what had to be the League’s territory, and Jirou felt her heart jump to her throat. Just what had Midoriya planned for her?

“It was nice knowing you, Jirou. Please take care.” Iida was stiff and formal as ever, but she could sense the tears he wouldn’t shed in front of her. His words felt like a death sentence as she dismounted the bike and made her way further down the alley. All fears went out the window at the sight of an uninjured Camie standing next to a frantic looking Midoriya.

“Camie!” Jirou cried out as she ran toward the other woman. Camie’s face lit up, embracing Jirou the moment she was close enough. The smell of incense and perfume surrounded her, filling her with warmth and comfort as she closed the distance with a passionate kiss.

“I thought I’d, like, never see you again, babe,” Camie gasped as they finally pulled apart, breathless.

“Same. I’m so glad you’re alright. What even happened?” Jirou wanted answers. She wanted to know just how much revenge she needed to take against Overhaul when this was all said and done.

“As much as I know you want to hear the story, we don’t have the time right now. I need to get you to the extraction point ASAP, otherwise he’s gonna kill me,” Midoriya cut in, ruining the romantic moment.

“Who will kill you?” Great, just who did they make a deal with that made Midoriya terrified? He chose to ignore her question, leading the two of them further out from the district and closer to the ports. Once they reached their destination, she felt her heart drop out of her ass. There was no way . . .

“Oi! Fucker! Took you long enough!” Bakugou barked out as he stomped toward them. The ship behind him was huge —how in the name of All Might did port authorities not see it coming?

“Sorry Kacchan! There was a hiccup at the office.”

“I’m sure Baldy and Icy Hot fucked something up. No surprise there,” he scoffed before looking over at Camie. “Tits, what a displeasure to see you.”

“Don’t be mean, Baku-babe! You’ve missed me!” Camie pouted, which caused Jirou to snicker, even though she was confused as hell. Just how many of her friends did Camie actually know?

“Yeah, like a hole in the head.” He looked at Jirou then. “Good to see you again, Ears. Been a while.” What a fucking understatement. Last time she saw him, he was defecting for a life of crime and passion with the notorious Blood Riot. Realization dawned on her the longer she looked at him. That meant . . .

“Welcome to your new home, you heathens.” His grin was manic, and the energy was contagious. “Make your goodbyes quick, Deku. We gotta scram before the shields collapse. Sparky can’t seem to figure out why the fuck they keep crashing.”

“Please be safe, you two. It was nice to meet you, Camie. And Jirou, I’ll miss you. But you’ll be in good hands. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me.” Midoriya’s sincerity made Jirou tear up as she squeezed him close briefly.

“Thank you,” she whispered, stepping back and taking Camie’s hand in her own. As they boarded the ship behind Bakugou, Jirou felt the weight of the world fall off her shoulders. Finally, she was free of the expectations that her life had pressed down on her with. And now she could live in peace with her beloved. As they prepared for launch, she placed a kiss against Camie’s hand, thankful that she could spend this new eternity with her. Wherever this crazy life was about to take them, she was ready to face it head on with her wife by her side. As Mustafu became a blur in the distance, she realized that this was it. She was finally free.

#jaz writes #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #CamieJirou #Utsushimi Camie/Jirou Kyouka #utsushimi camie #jirou kyouka #also on ao3 and twitter #written for a zine

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