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makeste · 4 years

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some follow-up thoughts on BnHA 285

1. “at that moment...”

you guys. I still can’t get over this. just -- guys. this is Kacchan telling the story.

he’s not the first character to narrate, mind you. characters like Twice, Tomura, Ochako, and Kirishima have all narrated in the past. but it’s always been past-tense narration of their own flashbacks, or else present-tense narration explaining their thoughts (e.g. Twice in chapter 115). Kacchan himself has done present-tense POV narration before. but this isn’t that. this is past-tense narration of an event that’s happening now. this is the future Kacchan narrating the present day Kacchan’s story.

has any other character done that, aside from Deku himself?? am I just crazy overreacting here, lol. idk but either way it’s cool.

2. “...there were no thoughts in my head.”

there was a post yesterday talking about Kacchan’s big moment at the end of this chapter being a little disappointing because of it being an automatic “my body moved on its own” save on Kacchan’s part. the argument was basically that it made the moment less meaningful because of it being a subconscious thing rather than a conscious decision on Katsuki’s part.

but I disagree! for me the “my body moved on its own” is actually way more impactful. and rather than describing it as “subconscious”, I think the word that fits better in this case is instinct. first of all, even though he says there were no thoughts in his head, we know that’s not exactly true, as we can see for ourselves the images that were flashing through his mind. I’m just gonna list them out:

“I’ll even surpass All Might and become the best hero out there.”

“why was it me who put an end to All Might?”

“I made a pledge! I will achieve absolute victory, every time! we’re taking this 4-0, no casualties! the strong don’t settle for anything less!”

“I’m not gonna lose... I can’t afford to stay a loser!”

“you... you looked like you needed saving.”

thoughts about what it means to be a hero. what it used to mean to him, and what it means to him now. thoughts about rescuing others. about saving to win. thoughts about his failures. thoughts about him and Deku. and last but certainly not least, vivid memories of a moment when he needed someone to save him, and Deku was there.

he has these thoughts, but he’s not aware of himself having them. it happens too fast for him to be able to process. but all the same, his body isn’t just moving here of its own accord. it’s simply that in this instance, it’s not thought that’s driving him, but emotion. at the risk of sounding INCREDIBLY CORNY, it’s not his head that makes the decision, but his heart.

and that’s why it’s so meaningful to me. in this moment, it’s not conscious thought that’s driving him, but emotion, instinct, will. he sees the attack, sees that it will hit Deku, and he just reacts. something at the core of him screams that he can’t let it happen, and he just moves. and to me that’s even more powerful than him consciously doing the math and making the sacrifice play (though I’m not saying I wouldn’t have enjoyed that as well). specifically because it’s a moment where he doesn’t have a chance to think or analyze or panic or doubt. it’s a moment that shows us who he is when you strip all that away from him. he doesn’t have time to get in his own head; he doesn’t have time to feel any fear; he doesn’t have time to think about himself at all. he takes himself out of the equation. he sees that Deku needs saving. and the rest is pure instinct. it’s the most heroic he has ever been.

3. “even if One for All is a cursed power... at the same time, it’s...”

I was wondering what was up with this part, lol. Caleb’s translation makes it much clearer; to Katsuki, OFA is both a blessing and a curse right now. the “cursed” part is becoming more and more obvious with each new chapter. it’s putting Deku in danger; it’s made him a target; it’s destroying his body; and there are other, darker and more dangerous factors also at play that Katsuki doesn’t even know about but fears nonetheless. I honestly feel like he’s been anxious about all of this ever since he learned Deku and All Might’s secret. it’s been on the back of his mind for months now.

but at the same time, OFA is what brought him and Deku back together. sorry, am I getting cheesy again lol. BUT IT’S TRUE THOUGH. All Might’s quirk gave Deku the chance to compete with Katsuki on equal footing for the first time. it forced Katsuki to acknowledge him. and both he and Deku have grown so much on so many levels over the course of this past year, and all of it stems back to Deku receiving this quirk.

and just... fucking look at these flashbacks, though.

unless I’m reading this completely wrong, the gist of this scene is that Katsuki is grateful for OFA because it’s what lifted Deku up and allowed him to try and achieve his dream. the scenes of Katsuki bullying Deku and burning his notebook are contrasted with the scenes of Deku standing up to him and vowing that he won’t be his punching bag anymore. Deku before OFA, contrasted with Deku after. I get the sense that Katsuki feels a lot of gratitude for fate stepping in and working to undo his mistakes before he himself could finally get his act together and start atoning for them as well.

and then that last page is really interesting, because it’s like the “blessing” and “curse” parts of OFA all together in a single image. Deku is going all out against Tomura, giving everything he has, ready to sacrifice himself if that’s what it takes. there’s so much strength there (even though he looks completely insane lmao), but at the same time it’s literally killing him. mixed feelings, for sure.

4. “Katsuki Bakugou: Rising”

last but not least! so there’s quite a bit of discussion going on about what exactly a “rising” chapter actually consists of, lol. Momo is the only other character who’s had one before (at least if you don’t count the movies, and the movie spin-offs). so it’s hard to say for sure with such a small sample size, but if I had to guess, I’d say the “rising” chapters are about characters coming into their own as heroes. Momo’s chapter was all about her letting go of her insecurities and starting to believe in herself. and this chapter was all about Katsuki letting go of both his fear and his pride, and just getting the job done.

in the span of a single chapter, he lets go of every single thing that’s ever held him back. I felt like we really got a glimpse of the hero he can -- and hopefully will, if future!Kacchan the Narrator is anything to go by -- become. he was amazing. he took charge; he came up with a plan that absolutely would have worked if Tomura wasn’t LITERALLY FUCKING UNKILLABLE LULZ; and when that failed, he didn’t hesitate to make the sacrifice play. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, He of Zero Rescue Points, made the fucking sacrifice play. do you even know how much I love that you guys. I love it so, so much.

but of course, when you make the sacrifice play it tends to have the not-so-surprising side effect of getting you ALL FUCKED UP afterwards. so perhaps a less ideal outcome than he would have hoped. but he still did good. and he stopped Deku from getting murdered, and so now hopefully Deku and Shouto can mount some sort of aggrieved revenge counterattack to do their fallen friend justice. time for my other two sons to get to work! maybe Shouto can make Deku some new arms out of ice.

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mhathotfic · 3 years

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Was this meant to be a thirst post? Yes. Did I decide to cut it short because I had to get ready for work? Also yes. Will I eventually finish this up? Perhaps. This was heavily inspired by this ask I got a while ago about omega sneaking into his room

Warnings: omegaverse, step sibling relationship, swearing, cliff hanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

When his mom said she was remarrying, he didn’t really know what to expect. Didn’t know how this new family system would work and honestly? He didn’t even care.

He was eighteen now.

Old enough that it wouldn’t even matter if he got along with them or not. He wasn’t required to stay.

Wasn’t required to get along with his new step father or sister.

He didn’t have, nor had he wanted or cared to be a part of this outside of just knowing them.

He was perfectly fine with that, but that little Omega just had to throw a huge ass wrench in his plan hadn’t she?

She had the audacity to be just so fucking perfect. Kind to a fault and surprisingly patient with his temperamental ass without being a push over. Someone he wanted to be a better Alpha for. That he wanted to want him in return.

Just had to have the nerve to smell so damn good to. He couldn’t stand how weak he felt when her scent caught his attention. Like cherries and almonds, just strong enough that he could practically taste it. Strong enough that he wondered if he could if he were to kiss her.

Strong enough that he could easily tell when she was near heat even without tracking it. Which he had intentions of avoiding her since it was obvious to him that it would start any day now.

She just loved ruining his plans and making his life just a little more difficult though.

Her scent just really had to be so damn intoxicatingly strong didn’t it? Even from the living room he could clearly tell exactly where she was.

Exactly where she shouldn’t be.

The very last place she should be. Especially without his permission or prior knowledge.

His goddamned room.

“You wanna tell me why the hell you’re in here?!” the growl in his voice quickly died at the sight in front of him. He had to stop himself from groaning instead when it registered exactly what he was looking at.

A nervous pretty little Omega wearing an old shirt of his that hugged her ample curves just right, hugging his pillow tight and a small pile of stuff that he was sure she was planning on trying to sneak out of his room nearby.

Nesting.

She had to be nesting and with his things. He had never understood why others made such a big deal over it before, but god did it make sense now. The rush of pride and possessive urge to claim what was apparently his was mind numbing euphoria for him. He still needs to be sure though. Had to be certain that this was mutual and not just because her inner Omega was making do with what was available to her. He took a step closer, silently pressing her for an explanation.

“I-I just um I-” she stumbled over her words, looking for an excuse that could get her out of this. Something that wouldn’t set him off, but she knew she didn’t have a one that didn’t sound absolutely ridiculous.

She could cry from how mortifying this felt. All she had wanted was something small. Something he wouldn’t notice was gone and her stupid instincts had to interfere and demand she take more her nest. She cursed how selfishly her pre-heat brain thought.

“You just? Use your words Omega” he growled out, snapping her out of her self pity as he closed in on her, circling around her as she tried to hide behind his pillow.

“I just… you just” she mumbled, shifting awkwardly in place.

“Drop the damn pillow and speak up. You sound like damn Deku” he snapped yanking the comfort item away from her.

“Hey!” just like that his Omega was back. She pressed her hand against his chest gently shoving and return his attitude “Just because you’re my Alpha it doesn’t mean you can pick on me! You can’t just snatch my nesting material away from me like that! It’s so mean mean! And-”. All her confidence melted away at the smirk he gave her, her words dying on her tongue.

“Your Alpha?” He cut her off before she could even try to backtrack “If that what you wanted (Yn) you should have just fucking said that earlier, could’ve saved us some time”.

“I- h-hey!“she whined at him when he pulled her closer, resting a hand on her plush hip while the other tilted her head up “ Y-you can’t just-”.

“What? You want me to stop?” the smugness that pored off him when she huffed and hurriedly threw her arms around him to prevent him from stopping was enough to make almost make her reconsider her decision, almost. He was way too addicting and this was what she wanted in the first place. It’d be a shame to back down now that she was finally getting a taste of it.

“That’s what I thought ‘Mega” he breathed against her lips, chuckling at the little shove she gave before killing any complaints with a heated kiss. His hands moved down to her body, kneading at her ass and taking advantage of her soft gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth. He moaned exploring his newfound territory, satisfied to learn that she tasted even sweeter than her scent.

He let out a soft groan when her tongue finally began to dance with his, and even though he’d love to let this go further, he unfortunately needed to be the one to stop it here despite her whines for more.

“Take whatever you want, but we gotta stop here Princess, the hags gonna get back soon and your old man should be off work right around now yeah?” she blinked at his reasoning, a pout settling in when she realized that he was right and she wouldn’t get what she wanted after all. “Are you sure we don’t have enough time Alpha?” she purred at him hoping to convince him to rethink it anyways, but he stood firm. “Unless you wanna get caught with my cock in you, no way” he didn’t even acknowledge her flustered sputtering before gathering up the pile of stuff she collected earlier and shoved it into her arms “Stop complaining, I’ll come by your room later, you better be ready for me got it?”. She nodded, too afraid that her voice would give away her excitement as her mind raced with the possibilities.

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phantomrose96 · 4 years

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Backfire

tw: description of injuries

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Sometimes, crime happened quietly.

Sometimes it was a man in business attire entering a sleepy, small-town bank with a gun holstered at his hip.

Sometimes it was a few calm words requesting the cash from the vault with a cold barrel of steel tickling the teller’s neck.

Sometimes danger manifested only in bloodlust, and a sense of dread could take a room hostage with no fanfare at all.

This was the case as an ashen-faced citizen toed her way quietly out of the bank, heart in her throat, vision creeping gray at the edges, processing what she’d seen. The gun. The man. The hostages beneath the table. So quiet, so unremarkable, so lacking in the cacophony most villains brought with them that she almost hadn’t believed what she’d seen.

She thought to scream for help, but the image in her mind dazed her, subdued her. How had she walked out unscathed? How had he not pursued her? He’d seen her, those cold gray eyes flitting to hers for a single second when the bell chimed overhead. She’d seen him, his sweep of peppered hair catching the sunlight, his burgundy suit perfectly fitting on a tall frame. He should have killed her. She should be dead. How had she just walked back out?

The same tinkle of bells pelted out behind her. So gentle, and so non-threatening on a warm day of late May. But the sound dizzied her. She flinched, spun, a full-body shiver racking down her spine. The man in the burgundy suit stepped out. Unassuming, with just a simple briefcase in hand, he could pass for any other normal citizen were it not for the bevel at the hip of his suit where the gun was holstered. He looked at her briefly. His eyes locked hers, and she did not dare to breathe.

The man in the burgundy suit walked on.

“Ma’am… Ma’am?”

A hand touched her shoulder. She jumped.

“O-oh, sorry about that Ma’am! But are you okay? You look pale.”

It was a boy. A boy was speaking to her. She saw him now – half a head shorter than her, staring up at her from beneath a mop of curly plain hair that was tinted a deep forest green in the sunlight. His face was round and boyish, freckled, and he was dressed head-to-toe in a jumpsuit fortified with gauntlets, and leg braces, and a utility belt.

“…Hero?” she asked.

“Oh! Well uh, provisional hero, actually, um, I’m still in training! I’m a student. Deku. Is my name. You can call me Deku. My classmates and I are on patrol right now for training but. Um. You. Are you alright?”

She processed little of what he said. Her mouth moved slowly, numb.

“The bank,” she said.

“I’m sorry?”

“…was robbed. The bank.”

She raised a trembling hand, index finger outstretched, targeted to the building behind her. It basked, seemingly untouched, in the warm sunlight. No destruction, no panic, just a bright white façade with the vault emptied out from the inside. “The man in the business suit. Him. He robbed it” And steadily her arm swung, until the line from her finger pinned the back of the burgundy man shrinking to a nondescript figure on the horizon. “Had a gun. He had a gun.”

And the alarm bells sounded behind her.

Wailing sirens. Strobing lights. Like the brief pause in the world had ended. Reality resumed at full speed, full volume, smashing through her chest. Erupting a gasp from her lungs. Snapping her to her senses.

That’s when her knees gave out. The green-suited boy caught her. From the corner of her eye, she saw two more costumed children race after the man with the briefcase.

“It’s okay, Ma’am. It’s alright! We’ll handle this. Did he use his quirk? What power did he have? What did you see?” The boy – Deku - asked her.

She shook her head. “No quirk. No power. Just a gun. All I saw. Just a gun.”

“Did you see anything else?”

“No.”

“Okay. Okay, thank you. That’s very helpful! We’ll handle this.” He steadied her, and pulled his arms away. Thin glowing veins of light like spiderwebs spread across his body. “Get somewhere safe, Ma’am. The pros will be here soon.”

In a flash, he was gone.

…

“What’d you find out?” Todoroki asked, sidelong, as Deku raced in to match his stride. Bakugou flanked him on the other side, all three of them maintaining a safe 50 feet of distance behind the briefcase man, who’d broken into a run from the moment the alarm sounded.

“He didn’t use a quirk to rob the teller. Just a gun. So I’ve got no intel on his quirk. We should be cautious. His quirk could be anything.”

The man took a sharp right, off the main road. The towncenter street ebbed away behind them, trees and greenery punctuating the sides of the roadway as the residential area bloomed ahead.

“Or his quirk could be nothing,” Todoroki offered. “It’s unusual for a villain to rob a bank without using one. If we’re lucky, he might be quirkless.”

“Or it could not matter,” Bakugou interjected. He upped his pace, arms spread behind him with a few sparks flash-igniting along his palms. “Street’s empty here, and I’m not giving him the chance to attack first. Stay back while I blast this fucker!”

“We should wait for the pros!” Deku yelled. “If we just tail him—”

“If we just tail him. WEAK! I’m taking him down first. You two try to keep up!” Bakugou announced, voice cracking as he shouted over the flash-ignition of his gloves. A blast of heat washed over Deku, and Deku shielded his own eyes as Bakugou rocketed off ahead of him, instantly closing the gap to the fleeing suspect. 30 feet, 20, 10.

The suspect spun, meeting Bakugou’s eyes for a single second.

Several things happened in the next moment. The lock in Bakugou’s elbows, which kept his arms pointed straight behind him as propulsion, faltered. And he faltered like a helicopter faulters when one of its blades is taken out. His body gave a spasmodic jolt, teetering, veering. This came with a strangled eruption of noise from Bakugou’s throat, wet and choking. His arms curled. His gauntlets extinguished. And Bakugou crashed. Gracelessly, violently smashing to the asphalt below, his momentum still carried him forward, so that Bakugou’s body tumbled and skidded until slamming to a halt against the curb.

“Kacchan!” Deku felt his heart jump to his throat. He jerked forward. Todoroki swung one stiff arm out to stop him. “What was that? What did he do??”

“No idea,” Todoroki answered. And he swept his right arm out wider now, a cascade of blooming ice wrapping down the sidewalk and heading off the villain ahead, who’d tried just briefly to take off running once more. The villain halted, nearly tripping on his own feet, a split-second shy of colliding with Todoroki’s wall of ice.

Todoroki stopped, as did Deku, whose focus was divided between Bakugou’s crumpled form and the enemy ahead. Spasms still racked Bakugou’s body – alive, conscious – but he was not getting up. The lack of information terrified Deku the most, because he hadn’t even seen how the villain had struck Bakugou, let alone what it had done to him.

“Don’t get too close until we know what he can do,” Todoroki said.

“I know. I know, but,” Deku muttered in response, eyes still flitting to Bakugou. “Kacchan’s in danger. We can’t leave him there. If you distract the villain, just for a moment, I’ll grab Kacchan. I’m fast. I can do it in an instant. If you just cover me.”

Todoroki said nothing. He only nodded, and took one step forward, and ignited a pyre of flame crawling down his left arm. “Be fast. Before he blinks.”

Deku bounced from his spot. He covered that distance between him and Bakugou in a single bound. He wasted no time hoisting Bakugou around the middle, and spinning on heel, and bounding back to Todoroki’s side. Over in a moment, done in an instant, too fast for even the flit of the villain’s eyes, who’d been well distracted by the swell of fire along Todoroki’s left side.

Deku set Bakugou down gently, but he did not dare remove his hand from him.

“Are you hurt?” Todoroki asked.

“No. Nothing. He didn’t touch me.”

“How’s Bakugou?”

“I can’t tell. I don’t want to drop my guard.”

“Then take him and run. I’ll cover you.”

“No. I won’t abandon you here.”

“It’s fine.” With his words, Todoroki curled his right wrist up. Ice braided up and out, a single rail that slammed the villain’s arm and pinned it, solidified, against the wall of ice Todoroki had already erected. “I can keep my distance. Send the pros this way. I can hold him.”

Deku’s instincts screamed against him, swamped him with the guilt at the idea of leaving Todoroki to fight this battle alone. But Bakugou’s silent crumpled figure worried him more. The fact that Bakugou hadn’t so much as protested once – either against Deku saving him or Todoroki suggesting they escape – worried Deku more than he could properly explain.

“Alright. …Alright. I’ll be back. And with pros. This won’t be like Stain. I promise,” Deku said. For the first time, he let his sight fully stray from the villain. His eyes dropped to Bakugou instead, who was too curled in on himself to properly assess with a single glance. Beyond the tears and scrapes in his costume from slamming into the asphalt, Deku couldn’t see anything visibly wrong.

Deku bent down, and he wrapped one arm around Bakugou once more, and he cranked the power of One For All running through his bones just a bit higher. From 8% up to 10%. Because this was real. Because he needed to be fast, for Todoroki’s sake.

Deku’s feet never made it off the ground. He felt it like a crack in the pressure of the air, a sudden, distinct, discrete switch in the atmosphere that bled hot into his bones. He heard the choking wet inhale from Todoroki, and did not even need to look to confirm the horror in his gut.

Deku looked anyway. Eyes flitting in an instant to his right, he watched Todoroki jolt as though someone had taken a bat to the back of his knees. The wet keening inhale from Todoroki turned to a rasp, a burst of raw noise from his throat, and the wrapping flames along his left arm went out. In an instant, the smell on the wind turned terrible, and Todoroki buckled into the gravel.

“Todoroki?”

Deku crouched, his power ebbing down away from the 10% he couldn’t sustain. He did not dare release Bakugou, though now he tugged rightward in an attempt to hover over Todoroki too. Deku’s free hand hung suspended in the air. He did not set it down on Todoroki. It was perhaps his only weapon right now. Deku could not spare even the instant it would take to assess what had happened to Todoroki. He kept his eyes now on the villain, too heated and terrified to risk diverting his attention for even a microsecond.

Panic leaked through Deku’s very bones. He couldn’t carry both Bakugou and Todoroki and expect to escape. Stain. Iida. Todoroki. All too familiar.

“Get up,” Deku whispered. “Get up, please.” He wasn’t speaking to Bakugou or Todoroki in particular. It was to either of them. Both of them.

Neither responded in words. Not so much as a note of rage from Bakugou. That alone was bad, enough to heighten the fear already thrumming through his chest.

What could he do? Could he risk turning his back on the villain? Could he even spare a moment to figure out how wounded the other two were? Presently, Deku did not feel like he could look away. Because If the villain dropped him too, they stood no chance.

How long until the pros would get here?

“What happened? What happened??” Deku asked, short of breath. “What did he use?? What did he do?? Please. Todoroki. Kacchan. What did he do?”

Some noise came from Todoroki, but nothing that formed coherent words. A whistling from his throat too pained to wrap into words. Quick glances told Deku nothing. Todoroki had curled in on himself, too hidden to evaluate for damage.

“Yoo-hoo! Young man!” The villain. Deku bolted upright, vision latched firmly to the man up against the ice wall. His gray eyes met Deku’s, and peppery hair slicked with sweat clung in curls to his forehead. “You seem strong and strapping, and it appears my route home has been blocked by this ice, as has my wrist. Think you could knock it down for me? I’d very much like to be on my way.”

“And why would I help you?!” Deku shouted. “Look what you—"

“If you help me out, I promise to let your friends live.”

“…What did you do? What happened to them? What’s your quirk?!” Deku continued. He rose now, tall on legs he did not fully trust to support him, and he took a single uncertain step forward. His body blocked Bakugou and Todoroki behind him. Deku held himself up as a human shield between them and the villain whose quirk could incapacitate without so much as a single touch.

“Oh my quirk is really quite useless in today’s society, I don’t think you should fret! I do reiterate that I would love to have this ice wall removed though. I hear sirens in the distance.”

“T…Tell me… Tell me your quirk.”

“Certainly, if you break this ice wall.”

Deku stood, frozen, indecision rooting him to the spot, heart pounding in his throat. The villain had the advantage. The villain had information he didn’t. The villain had knowledge of how to drop Todoroki and Bakugou in a single moment, and that – the fact that it was those two specifically – cowed Deku more than he wanted to admit.

Something knocked his left ankle.

Deku broke eye contact with the villain, eyes shooting to his side. He blinked, and looked truly at what had tapped his ankle, pulling his thoughts back together.

Bakugou’s gauntlet.

Bakugou, face down in the gravel still, had craned his neck far enough for his eyes to lock with Deku. Pitifully, he knocked his gauntlet against Deku’s ankle once more.

“…Off,” Bakugou wheezed out between labored breaths.

“Off?” Deku asked.

“Get it off,” Bakugou keened, and the traces of bravado did nothing to hide the agony of his words.

“Oh. O-okay.” With one more glance thrown to the villain to ensure he hadn’t moved, Deku crouched fully to Bakugou’s side. When he grabbed the gauntlet, Bakugou hissed. When he pulled, Bakugou yowled.

“It’s stuck,” Deku said. “Why is it stuck?”

He traced his hands down the length of the gauntlet, to where the edges of the gloves met skin. Deku turned Bakugou’s arm over, eyes trained to the inner forearm, and felt his stomach twist into knots.

“It’s melted,” Deku mouthed. But those words weren’t quite right, and Deku understood that the longer he looked. The gauntlet and the gloves hadn’t melted – it was Bakugou’s own skin that had melted to them. Deku looked more closely to where glove met flesh. The exposed skin beneath the glove was welted red and bubbled, peeled raw with flays of dead white skin curling back and away toward his elbow. Tissue, down nearly to tendon, was exposed beneath and it leaked beads of fluid that gave Bakugou’s whole wound a thick greasy shine.

Deku had never seen a burn victim in real life, but he understood well enough what he was looking at. It was the wounding pattern of someone who’d been gripping a live grenade, burned so deep and so thoroughly that Bakugou could scarcely form words.

“Kacchan.” Deku had nothing else to say.

“He seems pretty badly burned,” the villain tossed out. His voice was sing-song, nonchalant. “At least, that’s my assessment from the smell wafting over here.”

“Fire… is it a fire quirk? Did you burn him?” Deku asked, but something didn’t sit right in his chest. This wasn’t like Todoroki’s fire quirk. Deku had seen no flames from the villain. He’d seen nothing.

“…Run.”

Deku’s head snapped down to his right, tilting back, following the noise. It was Todoroki who had spoken. Still on the ground, with his right hand clawing into the gravel, Todoroki stared up at Deku with desperate eyes. “Run. Get the pros. Just run.”

“No.”

“Run!”

“No!”

“Before he gets you too!”

“N—” Deku stopped short, his whole body spinning toward Todoroki. He had a chance finally to see the damage, to look Todoroki over properly, now that Todoroki had unfurled himself. The whole length of Todoroki’s left arm – no, his whole left side – had been seared down to a greasy red. In his panic earlier, Deku hadn’t registered the smell of singed fabric, of burnt flesh. The burn pattern was hauntingly uniform up and down the whole length of Todoroki’s left arm, along shoulder and neck and cheek and creeping up to the corner of his eye. Strands from the fabric of his uniform were woven into the burns, like tree roots through mucky soil, finding purchase in the subcutaneous tissue.

Burned as well. Burned as well... The villain had gotten him just as he’d gotten Bakugou. Deku wondered if he had only seconds left. Or if perhaps the villain had abstained from attacking him since Deku seemed to be his last hope at breaking through the ice wall.

“I’m losing patience with you, boy. I’ll do the same to you as I did to your friends if you don’t help me.”

Ice wall…. Made of ice.

“Do… what? Are you going to burn me too?”

“Oh, perhaps.”

“I think that would be hard… since you don’t have a fire quirk.” Deku steadied his breath. He found his voice. He pinned his eyes on the villain. “If you did, you could have melted yourself free.”

The villain said nothing. Deku swallowed dryly. A thought stung in the back of his mind, a seed of ice that spread cool and tingling through his body. A hope. A hunch. A prayer, maybe.

“I think, actually, you have no idea if you can attack me,” Deku continued. The wailing sirens bled louder behind him. “The threats you’re making right now. You’re bluffing.”

“Oh, you sound so confident, young man. Are you so confident that you’re willing to end up like those two on the ground?”

“…Yes, actually,” Deku answered. And he pulled a smile to his face, a small and wavering on, still shaken by his bout of panic, but it was one he held. “Because I’ve already ended up like them.”

“I don’t think you understand what you’re up against.”

“They’re burned. They’re really badly burned. But.. they burned themselves, didn’t they? Kacchan’s palms. Todoroki’s left side. You didn’t attack them. You made them attack themselves. Your quirk cancels out a person’s bodily immunity to their own quirk, doesn’t it?”

A silence. An emptiness filled the space between them. Only the sound of the swelling sirens from far behind filled the gap. The villain offered only a simple smile, which curled wider and brighter than Deku’s. He barked a laugh, delighted.

“Oh, you’re a smart boy,” the villain answered. “It’s a useless quirk in day to day life. But it’s brilliant against heroes. I really love seeing how they crumble when they get a taste of their own medicine.” The man cocked his head. “And I’ll bet you’re thinking how smart you are right now �� you’ll just not use your quirk against me, right? I’m already pinned. You’ve practically won.” His unrestrained hand snaked to his belt in an instant, and with a flash of sun glinting along steel, he unholstered the gun from his side. “Which is why I carry this. So choose. Use your quirk and incapacitate yourself. Choose not to use it, and die by my gun. Or free me. It’s your choice. But I’m only giving you five seconds to make it.”

Five

“I’m choosing D – none of the above,” Deku answered.

Four

“Final answer?”

Three

Sirens keened closer. The slam and tumble of footsteps approaching. Deku breathed deep, and let the power thrumming through his bones dial up.

Two

“Yeah, final answer.”

One.

“Well then, sorry about this.” The villain cocked his gun, and set his pointer finger to the trigger.

Zero.

Deku kicked off from his spot in the road, light erupting in spider veins through his body. He pulled one arm back and cocked it. When he released it, it with power fine-tuned to 20% of his limit. Knuckle connected with jaw, and cracked the villain’s head sideways, and tumbled the gun from his grasp, and snuffed his consciousness with the ugly, calculated pop of his neck.

…

The pros hit the scene hardly 30 seconds later – two local heroes flanked with four sidekicks bursting through the bushes and trampling a few unfortunate flower beds as they slammed into a fight that had already ended.

They halted. A murmur rumbled through the pros, with one mouthing just audibly “Is that Backfire?” The words set the whole group of heroes on instant high alert, shooting like an electric current through each of them. One hero stepped forward, swinging a heavy hand out.

“Get back from him, kid! If that’s Backfire you don’t want to—” the hero, a burly man with cannons in his palms who Deku recognized as the Pro Hero Fodder, trailed off as he looked closely, drinking in the scene. The villain, Backfire, was slumped unconscious against the ice wall, pinned by his wrist. Deku breathed heavily, still sparking off a few vestigial traces of energy from the fight.

“I think… he got him.” The next pro, a woman with an acid-like sheen along her skin, stepped cautiously forward. Deku recognized her as well – Pro Hero Medusa. “A kid took down Backfire?”

“Oh… oh shit, look, Medusa. Over there. On the ground.”

“Oh sh—Quaker, call an ambulance!”

Deku’s ears were ringing. His senses had not caught up with him, not since connecting the final punch, not since the adrenaline spike ebbed to a near-sedative afterglow. He blinked, trying to come back to himself.

Fodder’s hands came down on Deku’s shoulders, snapping him back to reality.

“Kid, you okay?”

“Huh?” Deku blinked. “Yeah. But they’re—Kacchan and Todoroki! They’re both—”

“My sidekick’s calling an ambulance. We’re on it already. Don’t worry. He’s also got a first aid kit on him too. It’s okay now. You’re okay.”

Deku nodded. “Are they going to be okay?”

“They’re going to be okay.”

“The villain’s quirk. It canceled out their quirk immunity—”

“—We know. Trust us, we know.” Fodder looked up, giving Backfire’s slumped body a once-over glance, a grimace crossing his face. “This guy has hospitalized more heroes in this area than we—no, forget it, how did you do it? How’d you take him down?”

Deku looked at his own hand. He saw the image of it broken and busted a dozen times over. And yet here it was, completely intact, utterly uninjured. He flexed it, to be sure.

“It was simple. Really simple actually.”

Deku pulled his glove off. The skin beneath was completely undamaged, the last traces of Full Cowling fading away in the aftermath.

“It’s like… Kacchan’s palms don’t burn. And neither does Todoroki’s left side… Because they’re compatible with their quirks. Without that, neither of them would ever be able to use their quirks… But I’m incompatible to start.”

Fodder looked Deku over properly for the first time since arriving on scene, eyes squinting just a fraction. “Incompatible? Are you… I recognize you from the U.A. Sports Festival, that was you, wasn’t it? The kid who broke all his bones?” Fodder looked over his shoulder. “Shit… and those two are the First and Second Place winners, aren’t they? My office tried to scout Todorok—never mind. Never mind. What do you mean, kid? What were you saying.”

Deku pulled himself out of Fodder’s grip. He felt his own senses returning. He pulled in a few deep breaths to ground himself, and offered a simple, cordial smile.

“I mean, I was just lucky, I suppose. Backfire’s quirk didn’t work on me. Because I have no immunity to my quirk to start. I’ve injured myself plenty of times with it. So many times that I was risking permanent injury if I didn’t stop. So I learned to stop. All the training I’ve done has been to restrain my quirk enough to keep its power within my body’s limits. Backfire couldn’t have hurt me if he tried. I was… really just lucky.”

Deku stepped around Fodder. “I’m going… I want to wait with Kacchan and Todoroki. For the ambulance. Please. If I can.”

Fodder nodded, and he watched the boy go, sinking into his own thoughts. The fact that Backfire had been captured still had not caught up to him. Disbelief. And relief. After so many incidents of pro heroes near-fatally damaged by their own quirk, after so many gruesome scenes he’d arrived at. It was nigh unconscionable to accept that a single kid had taken him down.

Images of the U.A. Sports Festival flashed in his mind, the manic bloody broken desperation of that boy. And Fodder’s initial disbelief started to wane. Maybe this boy – this Izuku Midoriya of Class 1-A – couldn’t be classified as just some kid.

He’d seen heroes contemplate retirement after a brush with Backfire. The post traumatic fear of using their own quirk overwhelmed some of them, from just a single instance of damaging themselves beyond their control with it. Whatever this boy’s training had looked like, it had meant throwing himself headlong into his own destruction as many times as necessary to teach himself restraint.

He was fighting with exactly the handicap that Backfire inflicted on others, and still functioned at the level of someone who was nearly pro.

The boy had claimed he was “lucky”. Fodder watched him crouch down beside his friends, nudged back by the paramedics who’d just arrived on scene, watched him offer a smile and words that Fodder could not hear while the blond boy yelled back something unintelligible, which for unclear reasons brought a relieved smile to Midoriya’s face.

Fodder understand only a fraction of the whole picture, but from what he’d witnessed, he knew it was something well beyond luck that burned in that boy.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #-kicks this here and runs-#oh some tags to be safe:#injury //#violence //#gore //#(sorta)

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korabelnayapesnya · 4 years

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So I need to say this somewhere

On this page

Bakugou is acknowledging Deku and his importance as All Might's successor, a OFA wielder. Acknowledging him as a strong hero that he promised he'll become. He recognizes that Izuku needs to survive, he has to live to defeat AFO, to become the next Symbol of Peace. He has to save Deku so that Deku, they can win. This is already huge for Bakugou. He's grown a lot and he shows it. He organized a plan of attack on Shigaraki and is trying to help Deku now.

But then, this page

This page is the one where he sees it. He sees that something went wrong, I'm pretty sure he's acting fully on instinct here. AFO overtook Shigaraki's body and is about to strike and he sees it. He only has so much time to react and he reacts. And when he's launching himself at Deku what he thinks about is not their mutual admiration for All Might, or the fact that Deku is the Chosen one and has to live, or the fact that he's the wielder of OFA.

What he thinks about is all of their times together. Not just the times he bullied Deku and which he felt bad for. He thinks of their peaceful times of exchanging combat advice, thinks about how he was vulnerable with Deku that time at Ground Beta, thinks about charging into battle with him side by side and fighting together. In that split second he doesn't think of why Izuku has to live. He thinks of why he wants Izuku to live. Why he wants to save him. No underlying purpose. Not because they need Izuku to win. This isn't a "save to win". He just wants to see this person live, this boy who he wanted to make his amends to, who he owed his life to, who he wanted to protect. He just wants to save Deku.

There was nothing.

His body just moved on its own.

#bnha 285 #bnha meta #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #deku #katsudeku #bakudeku #bkdk #tl;dr: kacchan went head empty only deku

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angstyclowns · 3 years

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OK SO YOU REMEMBER THE REALLY ANGSTY IDEA I HAD ABOUT A VILLIAN HAVING BEEF WITH BAKUGO SO HE KIDNAPPS HIS OMEGA AND PUP AND ADALIAH AND HER PUP AND LIKE SETS UP A TRAP FOR HIM AND ALL THAT?!!

DO YOU THINK MAYBE YOU COULD WRITE IT BUT ITS LIKE A ALPHA! BAKUSERO X OMEGA! READER WITH ALPHA! TODODEKU X OMEGA! ADALIAH? 🥺🥺

HAHAHAH JK.......UNLESS?? 😳👉👈

-YOUR CINNIMON APPLE 🥰✨🖤

ANYTHING FOR YOU CINNAMON APPLE

I changed it up a little bit :D

WARNINGS: Angst (Like heavy angst), violence, a baby gets hurt but it ends up okay.

It is so hard to find a GIF With Sero and Bakugou

Alpha! Bakusero X Omega! Reader (Ft. Tododeku x Adaliah)

You were, normally, very confident in the hero world. They, normally, came out on top. They, normally, protected everyone, right?

Why couldn’t they come save you?!

No, that was wrong. They were coming. Your alphas were coming. You were...safe. Safe-ish? The closest hero to you right now was right beside you, head dripping blood as she curled around her baby belly-- which was small but noticeable-- her wings spread in front of you as she tried protecting you and the pup you held in your arms.

Nyx was a notable hero, you remember one of your alphas, Katsuki, talking about working with her a few times. You and her had talked at hero galas a few times while her own alphas, Shouto and Deku, were off taking with Katsuki and Sero.

However, since she was pregnant, freshly so you supposed (Barely past first trimester), she had dropped from the hero world and you hadn’t heard from her since. This was not the situation you wanted to catch up with her.

“What the fuck do you want with us.” She hissed, watching the villain stalk in front of you both. She stumbled closer to you, the hero instinct coming through. The man chuckled with a low growl. “I’m not here for you, skank. Just your friend. Only reason your here is for a bounty called on your and your brat’s head.”

Adaliah growled once more, only for a man to come from behind her, grabbing and pulling her away. She squawked and struggled, trying to break free to get back to her place in front of you. You knew you should’ve moved closer. Done something to help you...friend (That was a good word) as she was pulled to her knees. But you were frozen. Frozen with fear for you pup. For yourself. For Adaliah’s pup. For your alphas, who by now, were most likely on their way.

The man nodded to the side, a light flickering on in a room you didn’t know was in there. Katsuki was there, hands chained together as he was bound to a chair. Tears stained his cheeks and it was like every thing became so much worse.

Fresh tears streamed out of his cheeks, marking the third time you’ve ever seen him cry, and you held your pup tighter. Adaliah was screaming behind you and soon Katsuki began screaming as well, but you seemed to notice everything two slow.

Your were pulled back by your shoulders, you pup yanked from your arms, cold metal colliding with your cheek.

It all happened so fast. You barely register what was happening before all you saw was black.

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“Y/N!” Katsuki screamed in pain, sobbing as he saw your body hit the floor. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t stop him from screaming until his vocal cords snapped. His pup was in someone else’s arms that wasn’t his, yours or Hanta’s.

His heart was in his throat at this moment and he wanted nothing more than to break these chains and the glass. So much was riding on him getting out of this. His pup, his child, his omega and wife was in danger.

He needed to see you, hear your voice sing lullabies to your pup. How the fuck did this happen? You were supposed to be at home. Not here.

No one but him was supposed to be here.

Not Adaliah. Not you. Not your pup. No one but him. He knew he deserved everything coming to him but you didn’t. No one but him deserved any of this.

He watched Adaliah deliver a mean elbow to the man holding her, quickly scrambling to you and pulling you close. While he wanted his pup to be safe more than anything, he knew the fellow omega couldn’t do anything right now without harming you, your pup or her own pup. She was always the smarter of the two of them and knew when to attack.

It seemed even now though she was stuck though.

And watching his pup be carried away made his heart tear into two.

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Sero’s heart was pumping rapidly. He didn’t know what to do. He was scared and hurt and...and bordering on an alpha rage. His fangs were dropped, his eyes were probably bordering on red and he felt like he had done cocaine with how high-definition every thing was.

He had the location. He had back-up, Deku and Shouto following his from the streets, and he had the aspect of surprise. But he still couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.

Was Katsuki okay? Were you okay? Was your pup okay? Dear god, if anything happened to any of the most important people in your life he would lose it. But no one would really mind at that point, right?

<>~<>~<>~<>

When you woke up in the hospital, you were in pain, Physically, you had a small concussion, but mentally and emotionally?

Your pup was in the NICU and you felt numb. Your alphas tried to comfort you in between Katsuki’s checks up, but it was hard. Deku, Shouto and Adaliah took their own turns in watching over your pup as a favour to you three when you needed check-ups that coincided with Katsuki’s and Hanta needed to be there to make sure you didn’t dip ass over tea kettle. They were kind and a big help in helping you trio out and you were ever thankful for the omega. When she visited she wore baggy sweatshirts to hide her baby belly and never mentioned it in your presence.

She was a huge help in helping you heal, explaining what the doctors were saying with their fancy mumbo-jumbo, slowing it down and simplifying it when you wanted or saying nothing when the time needed. She allowed you to hug and scent her was needed and never pushed you.

Between your new found friend and your alphas trying their hardest for you, you felt a small flicker of hope.

That flicker only burned brighter when you saw your pups ruby eyes peek open one more time.

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ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

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Always the extra, never the lead

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back hoho serving another angst (if you squint your eyes lol). I hope I broke your heart or makes you feel pain or sad coz that's what i wanna make you feel while you read my piece oftrash. This plot is plaguing mah mind. Also, the title sucks lolololol I can't think of anything argh!

Enjoy :)

It's funny how people cheer themselves up by thinking that they are the main character of their own story. You think that it's ridiculous to give themselves a fake hope while the fact that the cycle of their story doesn't change anything. They'll never be the protagonist, no matter how hard they try to be one.

That's why you gave up, right. You settle yourself to be just a bystander, watching the main roles act their piece under the big spotlight. Watching the man you love entranced by the stare of the girl he likes. See, it's not you. Because, after all, as much as you wanted to be the Cinderella or Snow White or any other damnsel in distress, he'll never be the prince that will save you. You're just an extra.

Confess your profounding love to him? You already thought of it and considering the consequences of it, you're just a coward who didn't want to jeopardize the only relationship you had with him. You're fine with being his bestfriend. At least, you still have an excuse to be at his house until midnight just hanging out with him. You can still wear his hoodies and imagine yourself acting like how the other girls did to their significant other.

That until she came.

He spent less time hanging out with you. He rarely even talks to you and ask if you're still breathing. As if all of a sudden, every memories you spent with him vanished like a bubble when the narrator introduced his leading lady. Of course, you were jealous, infuriating to be honest, she stole your man, the ash blond you were crushing since you laid your eyes on him. And the thing that makes you go insane is the fact that you don't have the right to be angry because he's not yours to claim.

The only thing you can do is sit there and let yourself drown in pain. Pretend that you're fine with the set-up and act normal. You didn't want to mess up the play, don't you?

Fine, my ass. You're not a masochist.

They're still not together, that means she's not his either. They're still at the phase of knowing each other, so you still have a chance to confess. There's no way that they already fall in love with each other that fast.

Here you are in his room, laying comfortably on the silky sheets of his bed, staring at the ceiling. You just invite yourself to his house.

"Hey, dumbass! Are you even listening to me?" His voice snapped you out of trance. "I'm sorry. I got a lil dizzy for a sec. What were you saying?"

"You alright?" The hint of concern on his voice didn't go unnoticed by you and you just cherish this moment that way you always do. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hands touch your forehead, his other hand on his comparing your temperature. The small act of friendship makes your blood rush to your cheeks.

"Geez. I'm fine, Katsu." You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his hand away. As much as you want to prolong the skinship, you didn't want to make yourself become a flustered mess. "Now, what were you saying?" You propped your head with both hands under your chin, as you roll on his bed now laying flat on your stomach.

"I said are you coming with me this Friday night. We're just going to eat." You looked at him suspiciously. For a second, your heart triumphs.

"Wow, you already want to see me again."

"Tch. Just say yes or no, idiot." You chuckled at his scowling face. "Just admit that you missed me, grumpy-chan."

"You're a pain in the ass."

And just like that, you didn't have any decent to sleep as you were so excited for Friday to roll. Whatever plan he has, you can't help but to think that it's like he's asking you to go out with him. Ignoring the second line he said, you let yourself dive in fantasy.

It's Thursday and you're still conflicted on what to wear, you asked for help of your friends. Surprisingly, they agreed to help you right away without raising their brows and questioning you about the date with the 'mystery man'. 'Cause they already know who it was, just from how eager you look.

Your love for the blond isn't news to them. Being classmates and friends for almost three years, they already knew how your mind works though they didn't really know how frenzy and complicated the wires in it. They just know the surface of it.

"How about this?" Mina showed you the haltered red dress that ends just above your knee. You decided on it right away which makes your friend shakes their head at your eagerness. After that, you're just casually having fun, giving you advices and tips on your so-called date from their experience.

You saw him leaning on his car, permanent scowl on his face while constantly checking his phone. You eyed him from your position, awe struck at the ravishing aura he oozes. The white dress shirt he's wearing highlights the muscle he workrd so hard to built. He looks so clean and sinful at the same time.

"There you are, grumpy-chan!" You walked towards him slowly, smacking his back as your usual greeting, smile plastered on your face with the hint of blush spreading on your cheeks. You watched him stunned for a while, eyes roaming to your body. "About fucking time. Let's go."

You were surprised when he opened the door for you but you just shake it off. He's gentle, seems like his careful with his actions.

He glanced at you for a moment before he went inside the car. His heart went wild when he saw you. He thought you looked prettier when you dressed up. He always saw you wearing baggy shirts that's why when you showed up with that tight dress he malfunctioned for a bit. You looked bold and sexy like a predator hunting its prey, quite opposite from the girl he's pining. He shakes the thoughts of you away as he began to drive.

Akiya is full of sunshine and rainbows. She's sweet and looks vulnerable like an antique dishware that needs to be taken care of. And he has the great urge to protect the quirkless girl. Funny, how he was so bully to Deku being quirkless and here he was falling for one.

He was so upset to himself when he found out his stupid affection to the girl. Their constant talking amd bubbly personality made it possible to like her. But everytime he's with her, his mind straying away to your well-being. He knew that you have feelings for him but he didn't dig further because you're not vocal about it. With how much his time was spent with you, he cared deeply for you. He loves you, of course, but it isn't like kind of love you felt for him.

After sorting out those endless thoughts, still, his adoration for Akira weighs more than your friendship.

That's why he's inviting you to dinner with him.

The anxiety is bubbling up inside you. The look on his face screams that there's something going on inside his head that you're not ready to unravel. Call it instinct but something feels odd. The ambience around you doesn't suit your guts. You're beyond happy that you're having a good time with him but there's this unsettling feeling that's eating your inside.

Is this what you think it is?

He's the one who initiates the conversation first, sensing the awkwardness in your table. Feeling blue, you just answered him with nods and short words. Clenching your jaw as you forced yourself to smile naturally. It's not really that difficult for you to do it since you are good at hiding.

The dinner was served and you just sat there, eating in silence. You don't dare move your eyes from your plate. You felt him checking on you for the nth time of the night then followed by a sigh.

You fucking knew it. Your grip on the knife was tight while slicing the tender beef. You're silently praying that you'll have the control of your emotions tonight. The night is still young but the 'date' is nearing to end.

"Y/n, just don't fucking talk and listen to me." His hand combing his spiky hair in frustration. He didn't know how to break it to you without hurting you. "What's with the serious talk, grumpy-chan? It's not like you, ya know." You laughed.

"I said I'll do the talking, idiot." You rolled your eyes at his remark."You know Akiya, right?"

"Uh, yeah, she's the girl you like, right." You said with an obvious tone in your voice, smiling, almost seemed like you're teasing him. Almost. Because the bitterness you felt left a hint on your voice.

Silence. No one dared to speak. Not because of your last statement. It seems like gods are not in the mood to heed your prayer as you desperately trying to stop the tears that you didn't know were already falling. You inhaled deeply, calming yourself down, slowly accepting your defeat.

You were the one that breaks the eerie silence. "So, you two are already together. Is that what were you going to say to me? Or is there anything el��"

Oh.

Realization strucks your chords. How can you be so fucking simpleton? A small laugh leaves your mouth while nodding your head crazily, new batch of tears forming in your eyes. He only watched you, confused.

"Oh my god! You fucking knew it. Am I right?"

"Y/n–"

"I'm a clown. You knew I love you yet–" You laughed again. People gaze at your direction, feeling pity at your state. You are mess right now.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Yes, I knew it. I knew your feelings but your my bestfriend for fuck's sake!" He raised his voice, bloodshot eyes lingering at your form.

As if like you flipped your switch, you looked at him with blank eyes, no emotions were found as you speak to him. "Is it entertaining? Is it funny to watch me make a fool of myself? Am I stroking your ego when I looked at you with fucking heart eyes huh, Bakugou? Tell me."

"That's why I'm fucking talking to you right now. I want you to stop it. I need you to stop loving me because I can't reciprocate it...I love Akiya."

"I know! Don't fucking rub it on my face. I know it. I already knew it! Okay? And yet here I am still fucking hoping that there's still a chance." You're desperately trying to sound fine, wishing for your voice not to crack. "I-I'm still fucking praying that I wish it's me. Why the hell it can't be me? Why, Katsuki?"

No, you're not going to break down in front of him. That will be last tears you'll shed. You shut your eyes tightly, regaining your control over your emotions. You didn't spare a glance at him, looking yourself at your mirror while retouching your make-up. You grabbed your phone, texting Mina to pick you up while you're talk to him. "Just so you know, I'm not going to cut ties with you. If that's what you're worried about. I'm still your friend, dropping the 'best'."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting his for the last time. You saw his pained expression, clenching his jaw when he looked away. You get up, ready to leave. "Another thing, next time when you reject someone don't do it over a fancy dinner. That just gives them a false hope and that's fucking painful." You chuckled.

Bitter smile plastered on your face, you prepare yourself for the conclusion of the story. Walking to his side, you bend to him while placing a kiss on his cheek, whispering your final dialogue as the side character.

"Goodbye, grumpy-chan."

#bnha x reader #bnha angst #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugō #bnha bakugo katsuki

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herofics · 3 years

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Love in the fire rewrite

So Idk how many of you have read my first fic, but this is a rewrite of that. I cringe when looking at the first version, but I really wanted to make it better so this is my attempt at that. You can find the original here. I’ve never done a rewrite so Idk if I’m doing this right, but hey, it’s my fic I can do what I want with it. Also gender neutral reader in this version. If you compare this one to the original, I feel like you can also see that I write Bakugou differently, since so much time has passed and there has been a lot of character development between then and now.

Here is the description of the reader’s quirk: So basically it’s a fire healing quirk and I based this on the way a classic phoenix works. So the reader can burst out in flames and have great healing powers. Their tears can heal others and they can heal themselves at night. The wounds start burning and it’s really painful but it’s also super powerful. The bigger healing stuff happens at night, but smaller wounds repair pretty quickly. The quirk can’t regrow lost limbs or stuff like that, so you can kill them by suffocation, beheading and major blood loss, but it has to be a lot of blood.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. You hitting the ground, the villain looming over you with his blade and Bakugou turning around just in time to see the villain bring the blade down to your shoulder. The villain ripped the jagged blade out of your shoulder and brought it down again and again. You could see what was happening, you even struggled against it, but you didn’t feel any pain, which you thought to be very odd. The only thing you really felt, was that warm, wet feeling of your blood spreading through your clothes, an unfortunately familiar feeling for you.

Bakugou was terrified for you, the pain you must have been in, the terror you must have felt. He was trying to get to you, but the other villains kept getting in his way. Bakugou was blasting them away left and right, but there seemed to be no end to them. He knew you wouldn’t die because of your quirk, but that knowledge surely didn’t make it any easier for either of you.

However, you didn't feel any pain, none at all, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, but it just never happened. The villain seemed to finally get bored of stabbing an unresisting body, and left to attack Bakugou. With the last of your strength, you grabbed the man’s ankle. Your grip was very weak, but enough for him to notice something was holding him back. The villain looked down on you, almost with pity in his eyes, but that was soon replaced by enraged glee. He knelt down and with one final swing, he plunged the knife into your wrist. The pain hit you like a lighting bolt. It was like all the pain you hadn’t felt in the moments before, came down on you, it felt like you would be in pain forever. You weren’t even yelling, you were just gasping for air.

“Oh, finally my quirk wore off” he said and clapped excitedly. “It’s a pain amplifier, if you were wondering. It reserves the pain for a while and then hits you with all of it at once, wonderful isn’t it?” he laughed.

Bakugou was probably the most angry he had ever been, but he also felt incredibly helpless. He couldn’t get to you, the one he loved and was supposed to protect. Then it pierced the air, your scream. He looked towards you and saw you writhing and screaming on the ground. At that moment he didn’t give a shit if he put someone in a coma for the rest of their life. He would do anything to make sure you would get out of this alive, so he bulldozed his way through the group of villains in front of him.

“Die you fucking bastards! Get the hell out of my way!” he yelled.

When he finally managed to clear all the villains out of his way, he ran to you, he ran as fast as he could. When he got to your trembling form, he realized how badly you were hurt, the amount of blood around you was immense. You had stopped making any kind of noise and were now just trembling on the ground. Bakugou picked you up and started running towards the school, he knew the only one who could ease the coming night for you was Recovery Girl, and he feared even she wouldn’t be much help. When he finally got to the school, you had fallen terrifyingly limp in his arms. He ran straight into Kirishima in his frenzied state.

“Bakugou? What the hell happened? Why do they look like that?” Kirishima asked, with clear panic in his voice.

“Move!” Bakugou growled at his friend and kept running.

When he finally reached the nurse’s office, he threw the door open. Recovery Girl jumped a little at the sudden noise, but when the elderly lady noticed what Bakugou was carrying, she jumped down from her chair and hurried to him.

“Lay them on the bed” she said while pointing to her right. “I’ll start the treatment immediately”

Bakugou was quiet, which was quite uncommon for him. He was seething with anger, sure, but he also felt helpless, it wasn’t a new feeling for him, but one he hated. He watched quietly as Recovery Girl finished with her treatment. When the elderly lady turned to him with a pained look on her face, he knew, he knew what you would have to endure tonight.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help them. I’m familiar with their quirk and I am sorry they have to go through that again”

“No! No!” Bakugou yelled and hit the table at the end of your bed, denting it. “You were supposed to help!”

“I did what I could. You are aware of their quirk, yes? I know it will be hell tonight, but they will be alright”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks for nothing” he hissed.

Bakugou was ushered to the corridor, while Recovery Girl and another nurse cleaned your wounds and stitched and bandaged you up. He was sitting on the floor and banging his head against the wall behind him. When Recovery Girl stepped to the hallway, she told Bakugou she would inform the principal of what had happened. He was allowed back in the room, but he should avoid unnecessarily touching you.

You looked so pale laying there laying there. You were breathing very shallowly and you looked like you could drop dead at any moment. He knew what the next night would hold for you. That unbearable pain of your quirk putting your body back together, wound by wound, cell by cell. He hadn’t seen it himself, but you had told him about it before. The last time your quirk had to activate and heal you, he could hear the screaming outside the school building and he had been nowhere near the nurse’s office at the time.

Bakugou sat down next to your bed. He felt tired now that all the adrenaline had worn off and he hated it. He hated that he wasn’t able to spare you from the pain to come. Someone opened the door and the little noise it made, made Bakugou look up from you. It was that damn Deku and the rest of the extras.

“Get the hell out!” he yelled at them, but none of them listened.

Most of the class bursted into the room, speaking frantically and asking Bakugou what had happened. He hated the thoughts these people brought with them. Not the fact that your friends had come to see you but the fact that it made him think like this. Like anyone else could’ve saved you on time.

“Bakugou, what happened?” Todoroki asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Bakugou hated himself the second the words left his lips, but he said them anyway. “It’s their own damn fault that they can’t look out for themselves. I’m not their fucking protector” But he should be, right? He was allowed to be.

“You know what the next night is going to be for them right?” Midoriya asked, with worry in his voice.

“I fucking know, can everyone stop asking me that. Now get the fuck out, all of you!” Bakugou yelled.

None of them moved to leave. None of them cared that Bakugou was yelling his lungs out, telling them to leave. Everyone was worried for you, and when Bakugou finally stopped yelling, he stomped towards the door, and slammed it shut behind him. Midoriya was sure it would break from the force of the impact, but nothing happened.

Bakugou had left, and no one knew where he had gone. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, he couldn’t bear to watch what was going to happen, so he roamed around the city, trying to find the one who had done this to you, since it had come to his attention that the main villain had gotten away from the police. He was working pretty much on instinct, running around the back streets and alleyways near the crime scene, but he found nothing. He found no one, and all he could do was yell at the evening sky.

When Bakugou was making his way back to the school, it was almost dark, the sun had almost set and he knew it was almost time. He had decided he wouldn’t be with you. You probably didn’t want him there anyway, it was his fault that you were about to go through so much pain, he wasn’t able to help you on time, he wasn’t able to prevent this. He knew it wasn’t his fault that you had decided to protect him from the villain, but he was convinced it was his fault that he wasn’t able to help you.

He was walking towards the dorms when it started, the screaming. He knew it was you, who else could it really even be. He knew that the pain you had felt hours before was nothing compared to your body healing. He couldn't bear to listen to it. He just wanted to make your pain stop. Before he even realized it, he was sprinting towards school doors, towards you. He had just decided he wouldn't go to you, but there he was, running to you, always to you.

When he got to the nurse’s office, everyone had left, all except for one. Deku was still there, holding your hand and trying to calm you, but it was in vain. Bakugou rushed to the other side of the bed and took your other hand to his, giving Deku a bit of a death glare, which he took as his cue to leave.

You were screaming, or at least you thought you were, you couldn’t really be sure, since all you could hear was the humming and roaring of the flames as they healed you. That was your quirk, that was your healing fire, extremely useful, but incredibly painful. You had hated this side of your quirk for as long as you could remember. The fact that it healed little wounds and bruises with almost no pain and no time at all was useful, but when you got seriously hurt, it was hell. There was only really one good side to your quirk that you had found, your tears could heal others, but that was about it. The healing would’ve been much easier if you could’ve at least passed out, but your quirk wouldn’t even allow that, it was merciless in its intensity.

You could feel someone holding your left hand, the person was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it over the humming in your ears. Your vision was blurry and unfocused, but you could make out colors. You saw a head of green hair, so you assumed it was Midoriya. He has stayed with you, even though you really wouldn’t have wanted him to. You hated when people saw you like this. Then there was another moving shape in your field of vision, this one was blond. Then someone grabbed your right hand, and squeezed it tightly. The hands that were now holding your right hand were soft, but you could feel scars on them. The grip on your left hand disappeared. You assumed your angry to boot boyfriend had kicked Midoriya out.

Now there were just the two of you. You, writhing in agony on the bed and Bakugou holding your hand. At some point you realized he was talking to you, very loudly. At first you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but since he kept repeating the same thing, you eventually figured it out.

“Everything is gonna be fine! You hear me you fuckin idiot?!”

And that’s how the night went, him holding your hand and you feeling like it was all some surreal fever dream. At some point in the very early hours of the morning your screams had dwindled into just occasional whining and groaning. You knew Bakugou was there with you, he hadn’t let go of your hand the whole time, but it was all a bit of a blur. What you could remember best was his red eyes, and the tears that streaked down his cheeks.

The morning finally came and the flames were gone, leaving behind dozens of light scars and you out of breath and sweaty. The fire had melted away the special stitches, but the fireproof bandages remained, and you were covered with them.

You looked at Bakugou, who squeezed your hand and got up, heading for the door.

“Katsuki? Where are you going?” you asked shakily and sat up.

“I don’t fuckin know, somewhere other than here” he said.

“Don’t you dare leave me alone right now, you were here all night, so please… don’t leave me now” you pleaded, holding back tears.

“Why the fuck do you want me here? If you had just taken care of yourself, none of this would’ve happened, you wouldn’t have had to go through this shit… because of me”

“You think this is your fault?” you asked quietly. “Just… come here Katsuki”

Bakugou walked back to you, but he didn’t raise his head to face you. He didn’t want to look at you, he couldn’t. You had been so badly hurt, and he was to blame for not helping you in time.

“I… I’m so sorry” he said, his voice wavering.

You were a tad confused. Of course it had crossed your mind that he would find a way to blame himself, but he seemed seriously distraught.

“Why the hell aren’t you saying anything?” he growled, his voice now mostly back to normal.

He was now looking at you, he was finally looking at you again. He looked angry, but there was also something else shadowing his face, it was sadness. Your Katsuki looking sad was quite new to you.

“What am I supposed to say? I don’t understand why you’re apologizing to me in the first place” you answered, taken aback by his pained expression.

“Like I fucking said, it’s my damn fault you had to go through that. If I was just stronger, you’d be fine”

“Oh nononono. The only person whose fault this is, is that damn asshole who stabbed me. So don’t you dare even consider that this was your fault”

He didn’t really know what to say so he just kept looking at you. Your eyes, your shoulders, your arms, all those scars scattered across your upper body, that your shirt wasn’t hiding. He reached his hand towards your shoulder, stopped before actually touching you.

“Can I” he asked.

“Sure, they might still be a bit warm though” you smiled.

“You know I’m no good at talking, so I’m probably mostly gonna shut up after this, but I promise to find the bastard who did this to you, and beat them senseless” he huffed.

“Don’t go overboard, I don’t want you to end up in prison” you chuckled.

“Fuck that, I’m never gonna be away from you again you idiot” he scoffed.

“Well that’s good to hear” you said with a smile.

Bakugou loved your smile. It was so bright and warm. He moved from the chair to your bed to sit next to you and pulled you closer. He started kissing your neck and shoulders very gently. He laid you down on the bed so he was on top of you and you slipped your hands into his hair and pulled on them a bit, so he’d lift his head to face you. You kissed him on the lips. The kiss was rough, as it usually was with him, but it was also gentle. He didn’t want to push you after the hellish night you’d had but he wanted you. Your lips parted as he moved his back to your neck and started peppering kisses down your neck to your chest. Bakugou was always careful not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, but he also took what he wanted, as long as you were willing to give.

You bit his ear very gently and whispered to him: “I love you Katsuki, remember that”

“I love you too” he panted, with his face buried in your neck. “And I never want to see you hurt again”

“Can’t make any promises on that” you chuckled.

Bakugou lifted his head to look at you, straight in the eyes. He had a serious expression on his face and he said: “Don’t fuckin joke about that”

“Guess I need someone to protect me when I get in trouble then” you smirked mischievously.

“Guess so” he said and kissed you again.

Bakugou swore he would never let you get hurt again, not if it was up to him.

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"It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone."

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Protective Kiri, Soft Baku, Chatting

Chapter 1. No additional content warnings apply. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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The routine goes as follows:

Bakugou waits for Kirishima at the front door, arms crossed and a varying degree of pissed off depending how late he's running. Kirishima complains about the train being postponed or too full or delayed in some way – which is true, damn it, it’s like the universe has doomed his train line and none other in all of Japan to be the statistical outlier in an otherwise spotless record of punctuality – and begs for forgiveness, usually by bribing Bakugou with some post-workout coffee.

It works surprisingly well. A month into this and Kirishima is about ready to join one of those conspiracy theory servers Kaminari is so fond of because Bakugou is actually pretty lenient, death threats and crackling palms aside.

(That being said, Kirishima enjoys life and living and chasing after his dreams, so he will never breathe a word about that particular observation to anyone, least of all Bakugou himself.)

They usually got the gym to themselves, the employees on the early shift always looking vaguely relieved that at least someone is making use of their opening hours. Kirishima’s never been a regular anywhere aside from perhaps the manga store a few blocks from his home, so it feels a bit special to have this implicit claim to the training area made for heat-based quirks every Saturday morning.

Bakugou snorted when Kirishima told him that, muttering what sounded like fucking nerd under his breath.

The rest is pretty straight-forward. Kirishima’s been on a daily workout schedule for a good year by this point, and it’s clear Bakugou is used to it too. They stretch, do some warm-ups (in Bakugou’s case, quite literally) and off they go.

The thing is: It’s fun. Like, really, really fun. Really loud, too, especially when Bakugou’s got his sweat on and comes at him point-blank and flashy like fireworks personified. By the first session, Kirishima already realized it’s a lost cause trying to talk during training because all Bakugou replies with is an exasperated “Hah?!” no matter what he says.

It’s not like Kirishima could’ve heard himself speak anyways, his ears always left ringing something fierce from all the close-quarter explosions. Bakugou is a stranger to the concept of holding back or taking things by half measures, that much hasn’t changed.

Elsewhere, it might’ve taken a while for Kirishima to push his quirk to the point where his skin breaks out in cracks and ridges, his arms and shoulders and hair turning unyielding and clear-cut like miniature mountains. Not here, though: Not when the choices are to put his best foot forward with every move, or have Bakugou tear his throat out for daring to waste his time. There’s something so freeing about letting loose like that – a thrill that sends Kirishima’s heart on a war path and his pulse soaring until all that’s left are his instincts and quick reflexes.

Like this, every time he gets a hit in or a blast manages to leave a mark on his body, Bakugou grins and Kirishima grins back. Like this, the bruises and lost hours of sleep pale in comparison to just how bright Bakugou’s eyes can shine.

Kirishima brushes off the last traces of carbon dust off his arms to start massaging the sore muscles there. With U.A.’s Sports Festival a mere handful of days away, both of them kept going until their quirks started to sputter.

A strange comfort, to sit in mutual exhaustion like this. It’s not even noon but Kirishima could totally go for a nap, right there on the black, fire-proof tiles. Leaning back on his hands, he hums and asks:

“So. What’s the deal with Midoriya?”

A few feet from him, Bakugou pauses in rolling his shoulders. The black tank top he’s wearing is positively plastered to his body with sweat, his track pants saved from the same fate by how bulky they are.

“What?”

Too late, it occurs to Kirishima to feel nervous. The sensation is dim against the warmth still clinging to his skin though, that minute ache that comes with becoming stone for too long. “Being around him pisses you off. What’s up with that?”

Bakugou stares at him. His expression is hard to read, firmly within the realm of his default frown. “The fuck, Shitty Hair. What’s it to you?”

Uh oh. Kirishima sits up, mostly to raise his hands in a placating gesture, palm-up. “Just curious, bro. Honest. Been wondering for a while so I thought I’d ask, y’know?”

As bold as Kirishima aims to be, lying Bakugou in the face when his gaze is sharp enough to cut a bitch would be a monumentally stupid move. Bakugou seems to come to the same conclusion, even if his scoff is plenty aggressive.

“None of your fucking business, that’s what’s up with it. Fucking… Deku, bah.”

To say the silence that follows is loaded is the understatement of the century. Kirishima chews on his tongue, about a thousand questions balancing on its tip; it’s like the Midoriya he sees is the polar opposite of the one Bakugou blows a fuse over on a regular basis, and the why behind it is kind of starting to haunt him. (It doesn’t help that everyone in 1-A treats him as some sort of expert in all things Bakugou instead of interacting with the guy directly.)

One glance at Bakugou and he swallows it all down. Only now, with any and all traces of it gone, does Kirishima realize how calm he had looked. “…Coffee?”

Bakugou picks himself off the ground and leaves without another word.

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>>Chapter 3

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SAY WHA??: Prologue

AN: Fun fact about me, I am a runner. So you bet your booty when that MHA ‘He will Meet the Three Musketeers’ teaser image came out, ya girl took that and RAN with it. Right into headcanon territory. I tired to use as much as I know from reading the manga, so there are spoilers of the War Arc/Dabi reveal/My Lady My Queen Midnight/Bakugou rising (aka finally showing some signs of positive emotional intelligence growth)/etc. I will also be mixing in my own OCs and thoughts on the meaning behind the WHA patches on their uniforms and what happens during this moving. And yes, Bakugou will be about that melanin. I’ll try to post every two weeks but…I am TERRIBLE at timeframes. Also, IDK what to call this, so right now it’s “Say WHA?” lol

Anyways, enjoy BBs.

Chapter 1: The Aftermath is only the beginning

Bakugou should have never jumped in front of Deku. Yes, he said it. And no, it wasn’t about the heroic act in itself or the public admittance that he does give a shit (albeit tiny shit) about that Damn Nerd. It was the fact that now, in the midst of the aftermath, everyone was looking for a hero. And, for some reason, everyone was looking at him.

The three weeks after The War with the Paranormal Liberation Army was nothing short of a blur. After intense healing and barely out of his stiches, he, Deku and Todoroki were immediately thrown into the media spotlight only to quickly be yanked back into the dark by All Might and the Hero Commission. There was so much to answer for, but no one seemed to know what to say. The Hero Comission went to work on damage control, class was suspended. Bakugou just focused on getting full mobility back to his arm. He didn’t want to think about anything else or unpack any emotions. But, swallowing his emotions was becoming more difficult with each passing day.

Everyone was clinging onto him. At Midnight’s funeral, Kirishima cried into his shoulder. Bakugou stayed silent, just letting it happen. After all, Kirishima, Mina, and Momo were the first ones that found their teacher lying breathless on the battlefield. Even if Bakugou couldn’t form the words to console his friend, the least he could do was be the strong shoulder to cry on. Even though he was breaking on the inside.

Then, of course, Deku. Despite the insane amount of growth and power his childhood friend had acquired in their first year at U.A, he was still a self-shaming masochist in the making (much like the explosion hero himself). Deku went into a week long shame spiral, blaming every death on his lack of ability to take down Shigaraki and his weakness for seeing someone that still needed saving.

He too broke down in front of Bakugou, blaming himself for the scars that graced the blond boy’s chest and shoulder. “I should have been stronger. I should have been able to save and win. I didn’t do either. I can’t make this power my own when I can’t even save the people I care about-“

Despite the emotional growth Bakugou had undertaken, he was still Bakugou. But instead of outright knocking Deku into a wall he merely shoved the boy so hard he fell back in a chair and snarled, “I’d beat your ass right now but somehow I’d think you’d enjoy that. Blame yourself for any of this in front of me again and I’ll blow your ass up so fast they’ll find pieces of you in different time zones.” Yeah, he still needed to work on his bedside manner.

Todoroki was another story. The boy hadn’t said a word, a single word in three weeks. He made himself scarce, stayed in his dorm despite everyone being ushered home to be with their families. Who could blame him? The media was in a frenzy over the reveal of Toya Todoroki and the public announcement of his father’s crimes and abuse. Todoroki didn’t even attend Midnight’s funeral. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was Todoroki’s decision not to draw attention to the sensitive matter, or the Hero Commission. Bakugou was really starting to hate the Hero Commission.

They were protecting Endeavor with all the power and influence they had, but leaving Todoroki to defend himself.

Bastards.

Both Deku and Bakugou had tried, in their own ways to engage their Icy Hot friend, but it was no use. Deku tried inviting him to his mother’s to stay over, ecen offering cold soba for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Todoroki never responded to the message.

Bakugou, in true Bakugou fashion, tried kicking down his door and challenging him to a fight, only to find a giant wall of sharp icicles dangerously close to his body. After blasting them for 10 minutes, he got the hint and left him be.

There was so much to cleanup between the three of them. They were all broken in their own ways. But, as much as time stood still at certain moments, things began to move on and forward.

And now, here they all were, standing on a runway at the early hours of the morning for a new mission that none of them had any idea about.

“The Hero committee thanks you three for your assistance with this rather important mission.” The president spoke. She dressed in all black, looking extra serious. And in Bakugou’s mind, evil as shit.

“Yeah, you didn’t give us much of a choice,” Bakugou grumbled while clutching the handle of his suitcase.

“We’re happy to be of assistance,” Midoriya answered, “But, um, can I ask where we’re going?”

“Due to the recent events and,” The president treaded carefully, “unforeseen revelations….The Hero Committee has partnered with international hero departments across the globe to form a united front against villains from all nations. We have formed the WHA. The World Hero Alliance. With a focus on the heroes of the future each Hero Commission has selected their brightest and bravest hero’s to represent Japan’s hero effort.”

Bakugou looked at Todoroki, who was currently staring at the ground, and then to Midoriya before speaking, “So you’re sending us? What are we, show horses or something?! I thought we were going to kick some ass!”

“I couldn’t agree more.” The president’s response caused Bakugou’s eyes to raise slightly, “You three were not at the top of our list. However you were personally recommended by All Might himself and we owe him quite the debt for his commitment to the cleanup the past few weeks.”

“Sorry I’m late everyone.” All Might’s voice cut through the rather thick air. The skinny man dressed in his usual oversize suit, the darkness around his eyes looking extra black and fatigued. All Might had been spending every waking moment on all the news channels reassuring the public of their faith in heroes and in Endeavour, the still number 1 hero.

“Young Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoro-“

“Shouto. Just Shouto.”

Damn, he finally speaks! And those three words managed to hit All Might, and Deku, and Bakugou with such force you would think he himself had inherited One for All.

“Right uh…Shoto. I’m so glad you all could make it. You all have your passports, licenses, and everything? Don’t worry about your hero costumes, I had some new ones created for you all to wear during the events.”

“Can anyone explain where the hell we’re going and what the fuck we’re doing?!” Damn, someone had to say it.

All Might let out a small laugh, “We’re headed to the first Annual World Hero Alliance in The United States. Los Angeles to be exact.”

“The…The… THE UNITED STATES?!” It was like the sadness washed out of Deku, revealing the eager, bright eyed hero student, and complete fanboy, “Where you became a hero?!”

“That’s right, kid. I’ll explain everything on the jet.”

Midoriya was already rushing up the flight stairs, leaving Bakugou and Shouto on the runway. Bakugou didn’t know what to do. He could tell Icy Hot was a hot mess of emotion, despite his emotionless demeanor. His natural instinct was to shake/threaten/beat the sadness out of his classmate, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be effective.

“I know why you’re looking at me like that.” Shouto spoke, his eyes facing forward to the jet, “And no, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m fine. Let’s just…get this this stupid mission over with.” With that he walked forward and boarded the jet.

Fuck. Bakugou secretly hopped the WHA, or whatever it was called would get overrun by villains, as most of their missions/trips do. At least he would have someone to blast into smithereens that deserved it.

AN: Alright. Just a teaser here. I’m so excited to introduce you to The 3 aspiring heroes of The United States in the next chapter. My OCs. I can’t reveal much yet (honestly, I’m still test driving hero names). But, so excited regardless. I’ll post the next chapter by in the coming days.

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #he will meet the three musketeers #bnha #mha #mha oc #Say WHA series

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class1akids · 4 years

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I do wonder about the idea of ones body loving on is own as the ultimate heroic deed. On one hand, I do understand that as a hero, it is your job to put your life on the line for others. But at the same time, the story makes it seem like a hero shouldn't care or value their own life. Like at the start the heroes weren't standing around waiting for no reason. They were standing around because they knew they couldn't save bakugou and they didnt want to get hurt. But thats seen as something unheroic, despite the fact that their was actual logic in their decision. Its almost like if you value your own life as a hero, its considered a bad thing. Does that make sense? O get the idea that bakugou moved on hisnown or whatever, but when thats seen as the ultimate heroic deed, it makes me think that heroes shouldn't think about their own lives.

I like when the story sets up a relatively simple idea, but then it starts twisting it around. So yeah, All Might does say this:

I don’t think what All Might is saying that moving without thinking every time is what makes a hero - only that it can be a sign of greatness - this ability of sometimes, very rarely, when pushed to the edge surpass rational thinking and go for something that may seem impossible or counter-intuitive, because it FEELS so right, that they just can’t not do it. At least that’s how I understand it.

But the story spells out pretty clearly the dark side of this type of behaviour:

1. Aizawa point-blank tells Midoriya that being reckless and becoming a liability for others is not heroic, and it’s an important early lesson to teach Midoriya.

2. There are trade-offs. A reckless save done may mean that next time he won’t be able to save. This is the dilemma of All Might’s reduced ability to keep his muscle form - he intervenes to save Bakugou, but it means his overall time is also reduced, so others may not be saved. Izuku breaking himself in self-sacrifice means he’s unable to save Bakugou when he’s being kidnapped - and on top of it, he is causing long-term damage to his arms which on the long run affects (should affect if not for plot) his ability to save.

3. Heroes sometimes die for others, but the pain they leave behind to their loved ones is real and should not be treated lightly.

And for this reason, the narrative teaches that a hero should not be unnecessarily reckless. That often thinking carefully and finding another way instead of just charging in heart full is the better solution.

And All Might acknowledges this - not sacrificing himself, making the smart choice, getting away is sometimes the best thing Deku can do. The right thing even.

I think in Midoriya’s case that “body moved on its own” moment came so early, because he had the full hero spirit, but not the power to back it up. He didn’t have the option of a smart play or to rely on his strength, only his heart.

In Bakugou’s case though, he has had both a top-notch power and great tactical thinking. So he has rarely been cornered to the point where he was unable to rely on his quirk and battle sense to figure something out (and have someone else’s life on the line). Ever since he has made a conscious choice to save, he’s always found the means to do so without getting himself hurt.

Even in the current arc, against Shigaraki’s overwhelming power, Bakugou tries to remain tactical, instead of charging in recklessly; he goes for smart teamwork.

He saves in whatever way he can (destroying the quirk-erasing bullet) and tries to keep his cool even when Deku goes into rage-mode - not letting himself to be swept up in emotions, but instead coming up with a winning strategy using logic and trying to keep everyone as safe as possible under the circumstances (making sure that the injured got first-aid, making sure to keep Endeavor from overheating to give him the best chance - nobody is treated as less important)

So his moment of “moved on its own” doesn’t come until everything else - all logic, all tactics, all power - had failed and it comes down to just a single moment, a single choice.

And it’s that moment where Bakugou is able to clear his mind to the point where his body moves on its own, FEELING rather than knowing that it’s the right thing to do.

What makes Bakugou great is not this single moment, but everything else that leads up to it. All the work he put in his own power, in Deku’s training, every single move he made from the moment he decided to go with Deku to back him up - he’s not throwing his life away carelessly. It’s just the last step that he takes instinctively, having reached the end of the line, with the knowledge that there is no win-scenario in which Deku is not alive.

#bnha meta #bnha #bnha 285 #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #all might

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queenies-writing · 4 years

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BakuDeku Merlin Au (Part 2)

(A/n- I am still not done with episode one of Merlin. It is over 7k words holy shit)

Summary- This is a story of young Midoriya Izuku, a simple servant to young Prince Bakugou Katsuki in royal court of UA. They soon became best friends, but Izuku has a secret: he's a mighty sorcerer who has to hide his magical powers even from Katsuki, so that he can stay alive.

Warnings- Camie and Bakugou’s foul language, uh a bit of weapon throwing by our resident blonde hot head.

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Outside in the courtyard, horses galloped along the stone path way. Their hooves clomped on the stone as a man and a few knights arrived at the entrance of the castle. The sky was dark and the castle was lit up by numerous torches and candles. They decorated the halls and windows of the large castle. The horses were handed off to other knights as a man in a long, golden cape dismounted and was escorted into the large throne room.

It was dimly lit by a few standing candle holders. The large steepled roof gave the room a very grand entrance way as wooden doors opened to let in the singer. As he walked in, his boots clinked against the wooden floor. He made his way over to the end of the room where Queen Mitsuki sat in her very large throne. Two knights stood behind her and to both sides of her were few lords. Camie stood at the front with a soft smile on her face. Behind her stood her handmaid. She was a soft lady with brown hair and bubbly features named Uraraka.

Knights stood at the ready on either side of the throne room. As the man drew nearer, he smiled. He then kneeled at the foot of the throne. “My Liege, it is my honor to be at your call for these events.” “Ah Lord Helen please, it is my honor to host such a great singer such as thee,” Queen Mitsuki rose and went to greet the man. He slowly stood and pressed a kiss to her hand. “How was the ride here, not too eventful I hope?”

“Nope, perfectly safe as it always has been.” He smiled as he stood fully with his hands respectfully positioning themselves at his back. “It just took a bit of time as always.”

“Well it is always worth the wait I suppose.” She smiled back, inclining her head towards the man.

“It will be,” The man said. The ominous tone of the statement went unnoticed by the queen.

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As the next day dawned, Izuku was awoken by the same voice as the morning before. He sat up, moving his coat that he had used as a blanket the night before, and leaned back against the wall. He sighed while picking out pieces of straw from his hair. The voice continuously said Izuku’s name, causing him to stand and stumble backwards. He frowned as he walked a bit forward towards the sound. It seemed as if it was coming from under the floor.

He got on his knees and pressed his ear to the cold stone flooring, trying to see if he could find the source.

From outside the cell, a voice called out, making Izuku stand back up and brush off the straw that stuck to his clothes. All Might watched from outside the cell as it was unlocked by the knights that stood guard during the night. “You never cease to amaze me how easily you find yourself in trouble young Midoriya,” he said with a tired sigh, stepping forward to grab at Izuku’s shoulders, “You said you would stay out of trouble.”

“I’m sorry,” Izuku said, lowering his head in shame.

“You're lucky,” Toshi said, “I was able to pull a few strings to get you out, but don't let this happen again. I don’t know if I can get you out a second time Izuku. But for this kindness there is a small price to pay.”

Izuku tilted his head, following All Might out. The next thing he knew, he was locked in the stocks. Children threw both rotten and fresh vegetables at him. Many ended up in his hair and all over his face. He could only stand there, unable to leave the stocks.

People gathered around, laughing at Izuku. He sighed and hung his head, resigned to his fate. All Might, as he passed by, laughed as well. He was currently carrying out some of his errands. From the side, Uraraka walked up with a small frown on her face. She carried a small basket of different materials in her arms. She walked up to the vegetable covered Izuku.

“I’m Uraraka, I’m Lady Camie’s handmaid,” She said with a soft smile.

“I- uh I’m Izuku,” He offered a hand and she shook it, despite the guts of a tomato sticking to it. “Although people just call me Deku now I suppose.”

He chuckled and she did as well. She spoke up after the small laugh, “No no no, I saw what you did. You’re a real hero to that squire back there.”

“Really?” He tilted his head, asking softly.

“Yeah, no one else would have stood up like that to the prince of all people.” She smiled again. “I’m glad you walked away though, you would have never beaten him.”

“Oh I could have beaten him.”

“Really?” She questioned, looking at his frail looking body. “Because you don’t look like one of those big muscly fellows.”

“Uh, thanks?”

She tilted her head before waving her hands in a startled manner. “No! No, I mean I’m sure you're plenty stronger than you look! It’s just, Katsuki’s just this rough, loud and brutish, save-the-world type of man, and well..”

“What?” He asked.

“You don’t look like one of them?” She scratched her neck sheepishly. Izuku tilted his head, looking up at the handmaid. Then he motioned her closer with a small hand wave.

“I’m in disguise,” He whispered.

It drew out a laugh from her and a bright smile. He smiled back as she spoke again, “Well it's good you stood up to him, not many people can brave his brutish nature really.”

“You think so?” He said, laughing a bit.

“Yeah… Katsuki is a bully and everyone thought you were a real hero.” She smiled at him, messing with a bit of her dress before she looked away sheepishly.

“Oh really?”

She nodded again, smiling at him. He grinned back at her. Behind her, the children have started to run up again with bucket loads of new rotten vegetables.

“Uh, Uraraka, if you’ll excuse me... my fans are waiting,” He sighed out, awaiting his fate. She laughed as she made her escape, barely dodging the flying tomatoes as they were thrown at Izuku's face.

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Later that afternoon, in the physician's quarters, Izuku and All Might sat at the table to have their lunch. Teasingly Toshinori offered some vegetables with the beef stew which made Izuku chuckle. “I know you're still mad at me.”

“Of course I am, your mother asked me to look after you.” Izuku nodded, looking down at his stew. “What did your mother say about your gifts?”

He smiled a bit at the mention of his mother. “She said that I was special.”

“You are special, special in the likes I have never seen before that's for sure.” All Might chuckled, taking a few bites of his stew.

“What do you mean?” Izuku put his spoon down, looking towards All might.

“Well magic requires incantations, spells and other sorts of outlying measures to make. And you can just conjure it out of thin air. I have never seen that before.” Toshi said, “It takes years to learn what you have done in a matter of minutes. It was basically instinct for you.”

“Well what's the point of having it if I can’t use it?” Izuku said, going back to picking at his stew.

“That I do not know young midoriya...” All Might trailed off, picking up his spoon again to continue eating. “You are a question that has never been posed before Izuku. You are an anomaly.”

“Did you ever study magic? You know so much about it… it just seems like you did?” The green haired sorcery asked, tilting his head.

“Not since Queen Mitsuki banned all magic use twenty years ago.” All Might sighed, looking down at his bowl.

“Why?”

“People used magic for bad deeds during that time. All sorts of chaos was brought to the kingdom because of bad people.” All Might frowned softly. “So the queen made it her personal mission to bring all magic to an end. Even the dragons.”

“What? All of them?”

“There was one dragon that she chose to spare. Made it an example to all magic users that it would not be tolerated.” All Might shrugged, he didn’t really know the exact answer. “Some have said that the dragon is being held below the castle in a cave where no one can find it.”

They were quiet for a moment. Izuku was processing the information given before going back to eating. Toshinori spoke up again after taking a few bites of his stew, “Once you're done I’ll need you to bring a preparation for Lord Helen. He needs it for his voice.”

With that, they resumed eating. While one's mind was peaceful, the other was full of questions. Izuku just didn’t know who to ask to get them answered.

After walking to the castle, Izuku climbed up the stairs to the guest quarters where Lord Helen was currently staying. He eyed every detail of the castle had to offer as he walked. Big glass stained windows and chandeliers gave off an air of wealth that Izuku could never imagine having. He made his way down a smaller hallway and found the correct room. He knocked on the guest door and opened it quietly when no one answered.

He stepped inside and glanced around the candle lit room. On opposite to him there was a grand bed with two tables on either side of it. On the left wall was a wardrobe, and near the other wall was a vanity table. Strangely though, a cloth covers the majority of the mirror on the vanity table. A cape hung off a chair next to a strange looking hay doll. Izuku walked over to the table and placed the tonic on top of it. He then picked up the hay doll, examining it in his hands. It was a curious thing. It looked like someone had stabbed something in its straw head.

Izuku shrugged, placing the straw doll back on the table. His hand moved to the side a little too much and a piece of cloth fell off of a bound book. Three pearls sat in the middle with different symbols written all over the cover. Different papers were peaking out of the edge of it. This peaked his interest, so he picked it up and turned it over to look at the binding. He wanted to look at what was inside.

He startled slightly, almost dropping the book, when he heard the door down the hall opening. He quickly put everything back where it was before Lord Helen walked through the door. He glanced towards Izuku who stood near the vanity.

“What are you doing in here?” He questioned, eyes slightly narrowed in a suspicious manner.

“I have- here.” Izuku turned, picking the tonic off the table. “All Might sent this for you.” He handed it over to Lord Helen. The singer took the tonic, still eyeing the boy as Izuku gave a slight bow and headed back out the door he came from. After walking down the hall a bit, Izuku paused a moment and glanced back at the door. An uneasy feeling prodded at the back of his mind.

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#bakudeku #bakugou x deku #bakudeku merlin au #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #merlin au

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

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Izuku’s Hell

Hey ya’ll! I’m about to do something not that original lol after showing your version of Hell in https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/184306689634/young-love-and-an-episode-of-friends-bakugou here, I thought... what would the BNHA boys’ personal Hell’s be I wonder~? I really like the concept of the personal Hells they ma

So... I’ gonna write what I think would probably be their personal hells!! With you, the beloved reader being there to make sure to be there for your precious cinnamon rolls!!

Argh... I’m mean lol... but I live for the feels and the angst... and this is all cuz of my OC Shinigami striking again... his quirk is ‘Hell Prison’ except there’s no spirit plane, instead it just knocks them out and traps them in a comatose-state and showings them their personal Hell’s that they have to wake up from on their own.

First Victim... Deku!! Precious green bean~!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLnpvbBSjUY

The second Izuku opened his eyes he felt disoriented and beyond confused as he looked around with wide eyes full of quivering shock. “W-Where… where am I…?” He said to himself, even though part of him already knew where he was and what he was doing as he felt at least a million eyes on him and he saw nothing but rubble and destruction where he was standing.

Then it hit him. He had become the new Number 1 Hero, fighting against the world’s most evil villain: Tomura Shigaraki. This was all too familiar as he remembered All-Might’s tragic, epic fight against All For One. Except this was way worse, Izuku gasped when he saw how much damage had been done, all the buildings destroyed, fires blazing and crackling as the stink of smoke suffocated him.

And then he saw it. Blood, so much blood and several bodies of the fallen that didn’t survive some of the mayhem born from his fight with Shigaraki. All the lives he didn’t save…

“No…”

He thought in horror as tears welled in his itching eyes but then they widened the moment he focused his vision on Shigaraki. But Shigaraki wasn’t alone as he held a hostage by their throat and pressed his disgusting body against their back with his arm wrapped around their waist. Green eyes dilating as dread held his heart when he realized his worst nightmare come true.

It was you.

“N-No, no…”

It was you, and Izuku was way too far to even try to go over to you in time to save you as Shigaraki held you close in his clutches. His deep chuckling felt disgustingly warm on your neck as he sneered at your boyfriend. “You’re just like All-Might… you can’t really save everyone after all. Not even your beautiful girlfriend…” Shigaraki’s twisted smile shook Izuku to his core as he looked at your terrified figure, and all the sounds of screaming and crying out for help were ringing loudly in his ears.

‘DEKU!!’

‘HELP ME PLEASE!!’

‘PLEASE SAVE US!!’

Izuku was hyperventilating as sweat trickled down his neck and forehead, feeling a wave of dizziness overwhelm his senses as he heard the cries, and saw the blood that almost made him want to vomit before he heard you yelp out in fear. He gasped when he saw your tearful (E/C) eyes when Shigaraki’s arms tightened around you.

“You’d let thousands of others die for one…? Some hero you are…”

He continued to taunt him as Izuku, for a moment let those words strike him as he stood there, frozen in terror. Until he saw Shigaraki licking your neck as you groaned and whimpered as you tried to pull away, “I-Izuku… please…” Your tears streamed down your face as you looked at your boyfriend, praying and hoping for him to hurry before Shigaraki did anything worse. He couldn’t let Shigaraki hurt you, he swore he would protect you, just like he had sworn to protect everyone…

But he couldn’t let you die…

You were the only person who believed in him when no one else did, and the love of his life. He HAD to save you.

“(Y/N)! I’m coming!!”

He took the first step, running faster than he ever had in his entire life, his senses fueled by adrenaline and fear as he headed towards you. But why did he feel like he was moving so slow? Why couldn’t he reach you?

“Izuku!”

You cried and reached your arm out for him when you thought Izuku had made it, his own arm stretched out to try and take your hand. Except your fingers started to turn into dust as Izuku’s eyes grew wide as he watched your face contort into one of horror and betrayal…

“You… said… you would… protect me…”

The words left your lips before your body fell apart and disintegrated as he saw Shigaraki’s fingers had dug into your throat and your hip. There was nothing left except a puff of dust that used to be you as Izuku stopped dead in his tracks and fell to the ground, unable to stop the tears dripping from his horrified eyes…

“(Y/N)!!!”

He clutched the dusted remains of you as the particles sunk into his fingernails as he wailed for you, his tears raining into the ashes beneath him. The sounds of the civilians screaming and Shigaraki’s cackling overwhelming him as he sobbed even louder and shut his eyes and covered his ears in hopes to block it all out.

This wasn’t real… this wasn’t real…

And the minute he opened his eyes again, he saw your body back in one piece but still being held by Shigaraki. He could still save you…

“(Y/N)! I’m coming!!”

“Izuku!”

But he couldn’t save you. He kept running and running towards you, reaching as far as he could and trying to take your hand, but Shigaraki kept pulling you away from him. His fingers sinking into your flesh and decaying your body again and again for Izuku to rewatch on a loop…

“You… said…”

“(Y/N)!!!”

“You’d let thousands of others die for one…?”

“I’m coming!!”

‘DEKU!!’

“Y-You would...”

“(Y/N)!!!”

‘PLEASE SAVE US!!’

“Some hero you are…”

“P-Protect me…”

“(Y/N)!!!”

Shigaraki always held onto you, his wicked grin torturing him as those awful fingers killed you over and over again before Izuku’s eyes.

Your ashes clouded his face as he screamed and cried even harder and louder in horror and mourn as he fell back to his knees into the ashes, distraught and wracked with fear as bile rushed up to his throat as he retched and spewed out the contents of his stomach…

Hyperventilating and helplessly sobbing as he kept his eyes shut. It’s not real… it’s just a villain’s quirk…

IT’S NOT REAL!!

Izuku’s eyes snapped open as he shot up from the bed he was lying on with a loud inhale of oxygen, before he gasped in horror when all of the sickening visions and dreadful suffering sunk back into him after he woke up. Tears automatically flooding his eyes as he whimpered and started to hyperventilate as he stared down at his lap, and barely registered an array of voices calling his name and warm arms coming around him.

“Midoriya!!”

“Deku!”

“Izuku! Izuku you’re awake! Are you all right?!”

It was you, and you were in one piece and Izuku’s head shot up frantically as he looked around and saw the worried faces of Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama.

You were still there… you were here, safe, secure and he could feel you again but he was so scared and shook up that he could barely even move as you held onto him even tighter when he started crying. “Midoriya! Are you all right?” Todoroki was the first to ask him, concern etched over his features when he saw how terrified his friend looked.

“You were hit by a villain’s quirk. Mr. Aizawa caught them before they could escape but everyone is worried.” Iida gave him the intel and despite his fear, Izuku heard his friend and it all made sense to him and now he knew why he had woken up here in the nurse’s office.

“It was quite an attack…” Aoyama was visibly worried because he had seen the whole thing and as soon as the villain touched Izuku’s forehead, the boy had gone down and appeared to be passed out and had to be carried off. He didn’t suffer any internal injuries, but it was like he was in a coma, even though it had only been 15 minutes.

“Deku… what happened?” Uraraka was beyond worried because she has never seen Izuku look so scared as he remained silent for a moment, save for his little whimpers and sniffles.

“Izuku…” You pulled away and cupped his damp cheeks and looked at him with worried tears in your eyes, “Izuku… sweetheart are you okay…? W-What happened…?” You asked your beloved as gently as possible, but the poor thing looked ready to burst into tears again when he thought about that… that Hell...

“I-I was fighting… f-f-fighting… S-Shigaraki… j-just like A-All-Might f-fought All For One… b-b-but…” His voice cracked as he struggled to talk and more tears welled into his eyes and dripped into his clothes, “H-He… t-there were s-so many bodies I-I… I couldn’t… s-save them… a-and y-you… h-heeee h-h-held you hostage b-but… I-I couldn’t save you…” Izuku started sobbing through his barely coherent sentences, closing his eyes tightly in a poor attempt to stop the tears, but he couldn’t, “I-I-I… o-o-on… a-a lllloop… I-I-I t-tried… b-but I-I c-couldn’t reach you…!! (Y/N)! I couldn’t save you! I couldn’t save anyone! I’m sorry!! I-I tried! I broke my promise!! I-I’m so, so sorry (Y/N)!! I’m so sorry!!’” He wailed loudly and your first instinct was to engulf him into the biggest hug as he buried his face into your neck, sobbing his heart out while you rubbed his back in soothing circles, not caring about how wet your clothes were getting.

“I-I’m so sorry... I’m sorry... I-I’m sorry...!”

“Shhhh… no… no, no Izuku… d-don’t… cry… please don’t cry baby you’re okay… it wasn’t real… it wasn’t real… I’m here… I’m here I promise… don’t be sorry... there’s nothing to be sorry for...” Your own voice started breaking as you gently hushed your very upset and scared boyfriend, rocking him a little bit as you kept whispering ‘it’s okay’ to him as many times as needed.

“You’re the greatest hero in the world Izuku… you’ve saved so many people… you’ve saved me so many times… Shigaraki can’t get me… I’d never let him… and I’d never let him get near you either…” It hurt remembering the ordeal at the mall where Izuku barely escaped with his life because of that degenerate. You wished over and over again that you could have gotten to him sooner, even though thankfully Uraraka showed up to make him leave, you didn’t want to imagine what would have happened to your dear Izuku if not for her…

“I’m right here… I swear I’m right here… and you didn’t break any promise… you’re okay… I’m okay… we’re all okay…” You didn’t dare let him go, kissing the top of his head as you smiled a bit when Izuku’s cries quieted down and he wasn’t trembling as bad once he felt your warm arms holding him and your soft voice reminding him that he was back to reality.

Neither of you saw how much Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama were blushing as they each looked away rather awkwardly at such a tender moment between you too. Uraraka on the other hand, appeared more somber, yet touched and relieved that Izuku was okay…

“Take a deep breath for me ‘Zuku…” You whispered softly as Izuku shakily complied, his breaths still a bit shallow but with your encouragement he was able to slowly calm down as he focused entirely on your voice and your arms around him.

He was here... you were here...

“I’m… I’m so glad…” Izuku sniffled and was able to speak more clearly again after calming down a little bit, even though he let out a small sob of relief as he hugged you rather tightly. His breathing shaky as he felt your body against his, taking in your smell and your warmth and nuzzling into your shoulder as you hummed stroked his soft hair.

You loved this boy so much it broke your heart seeing him break down like that, but no villain was ever going to frighten him like that again. “Me too… oh Izuku… Izuku I love you… don’t let any villain’s quirk make you doubt that okay…?” Blushing, you pulled away to gently peck him on the lips as the boy perked up and his cheeks flushed a bright red and his expression turned bashful.

“I…I won’t…” He stuttered rather shyly as you giggled a bit, now you knew your boyfriend was definitely mostly okay again. But you hugged him again, tightly and lovingly and Izuku didn’t fight it as he put his arms around you, holding you in the biggest hug.

He might have promised to always protect you, but even heroes like him needed you to save him too.

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staravya · 4 years

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e ye s

hi hello hope you’re doing well!

here’s me, still making pokemon go aus: haha what do you mean it’s been years and that whole shtick has died down. that’s ridiculous. anyway here’s b.nha,

“Let me make this clear,” Aizawa drawls. ”Remember, don’t get involved in any vigilante factions. Anytime you see one of these crests, you do not engage. You turn around and leave. Do you understand? They are not like our vigilantes. We cannot and should not try to root them out.” He shakes the paper with the three crests emblazoned on the white page. “Agreed, hell class?”

A few laughs skitter out at the nickname, but all of them chime in to respond, “Yes, sir!”

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Winter roars past, and Izuku skids to a stop as a glacier pours itself into existence, catching the criminal first by the foot and then crawling up his body until he’s completely immobilized in the ice. He lets out a single sob of despair before the ice closes around his mouth, threatening to reach his nose and suffocate him in its grip.

For a moment, a part of Izuku wants to sigh in relief, but—he’s sparred against Todoroki enough times to realize that his ice doesn’t act like this. His ice doesn’t whip the air into a frenzy of blizzard wind long after the attack is over, tearing at Izuku’s clothes like fangs bared in a threat.

A figure walks closer, emerging with calm, measured steps from the powder-snow drifting through the air. As they pass under the illumination of a flickering streetlight, Izuku‘s eyes widen.

They’re wearing blue. An emblem rests on their lapels, the caricature of a deep blue bird with its wings extended.

Mystic.

Izuku holds his breath as the person approaches. He does not speak first, but instead studies their face and their clothes, committing it all to memory.

“Ah,” they say, not slowing their advance, “a hero hopeful. You’re one of the students who came with the prestigious UA.”

It’s not a question, but their glowing blue eyes glint dangerously in the dim light. Izuku hesitantly nods confirmation.

“Your laws have no say here,” the person says, and breezes past Izuku in a gust of cool air that sinks through his clothes, making him shiver.

“That d-doesn’t mean I can’t save people, though,” he dares to respond.

They don’t stop to address him, merely stepping over to the frozen criminal and trailing their fingers across the ice. “I suppose not,” they agree. The trapped person lets out a muffled sound of distress. In response, the ice contracts, tightening around its victim. “Run along, little hero. This agent will get his due, but here is no place for the lawful.”

Izuku doesn’t immediately whip around and flee. He doesn’t know why, really—Aizawa had warned them to do exactly that if confronted by an active vigilante, and to avoid the factions at all costs—but he doesn’t.

And that hesitation lets him see the ice pull back.

“Are you ready to speak?” the vigilante asks, allowing the ice to withdraw from the criminal’s mouth (and that level of control is astounding, not just creation but manipulation, not even Todoroki can do that).

The moment his mouth is freed, the criminal starts babbling. “I am, yes—please, Blanche, I didn’t know—I was just running an errand for quick money, I swear—“

“You are fortunate it was a treatable gas, and not an explosive.”

“—please, please, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know—“

“Where did it come from?”

“I don’t know, I never met the source. They just texted me where to pick it up and drop it off, that’s it, I swear.”

Izuku can’t quite make himself move. Now that he knows that this criminal is just… not that much of a threat, frankly, and not apparently an intentional criminal at that, Izuku is—reasonably wary of what this vigilante might do.

…

When the students of UA’s class 3-A think of flame, they think first of Katsuki and the roar of an explosion in his palms, not fire but fiery, and hot, and destructive enough to be the same if not better. Or they will think of Todoroki and his ice-tempered flames, the balance he so carefully works towards after tipping the scales away from heat for so long.

But when the locals here think of flame, they think vigilante. They think Valor and the destruction of a wild blaze, and they duck their heads to hide.

Katsuki thinks he might finally understand why.

“You’re one of the UA kids, aren’t you?” says the living inferno in a flesh body before him. “I see that the pro hero thing’s still working out over in Japan. Must be stuffy over there.”

Katsuki has faced his classmate’s flames, snarled at Dabi’s blue fire, and witnessed Endeavor’s hellish heat, but this—elegance and precision, the steam she exhales and her ember eyes, wings feathered with fire, lazily half-furled at her back as they light up the night (like she’s more flame than mortal, more heat than human)—this is nothing like theirs. It’s nothing like his.

On instinct, his palms pop and crackle. It’s less a threat than a promise, a warning that he has teeth and isn’t afraid to use them. Too late, he remembers Aizawa’s warning: Remember, don’t get involved in any vigilante factions. Anytime you see one of these crests, you do not engage. You turn around and leave. Do you understand? They are not like our vigilantes. We cannot and should not try to root them out.

He was right. Katsuki knows he’s made a mistake in letting his quirk snap to life.

Not because it makes this vigilante with the emblem of a firebird on her jacket thinks he’s challenging her, but because it piques her interest. Her eyes light up as stars in supernova and she says, “Ooh, a kindred spirit! I wonder”—and the wings swing open, a rush of searing heat nearly igniting the sweat on his arms—“which of us is stronger, do you think.”

The fiery wings vanish, plunging the street into darkness. The lampposts are still shorted out, so the only sources of light are Explosion crackling in his hands and the glow of her eyes, ruby-red.

“Bakugou,” Sero begins, his voice muffled in the shadowed night, “we should go.”

“So soon?” the vigilante asks, disappointed.

When Kirishima shifts his weight, Katsuki feels a Hardened shoulder brush against his. “Our teacher’s waiting,” Kirishima says, his tone apologetic but stern, soft silk over a steel blade.

Katsuki exhales. Unfortunately, he has never been one to rest his laurels.

“Which of us is stronger? It’s me, obviously,” he says, and the quiet slap he hears might be Ashido’s palm meeting her forehead. Whatever. He’s not really angry, per se, and he’s far from stupid, but—

The vigilante laughs. It’s not a mocking laughter, it’s thrilled, and a small voice in the back of his mind that sounds kind of like Deku or Aizawa says that this is bad and he should probably disengage before something considerably awful happens, but Katsuki has years upon years of experience ignoring Deku (and almost three years of at least taking what Aizawa says with a grain of salt, so). “Let’s go then,” she says, a feral grin splitting her lips. “I am Candela of Valor and your challenge has been accepted, student of UA!”

Fire blooms against her silhouetted back, wings half-formed, and Candela lunges.

Katsuki shoves his classmates back and rushes up to meet her, bloodlust boiling in his veins. There’s nothing like the heat of the battle to wake him right up, and he doesn’t care how infamous the vigilantes in this stupid country are, he’s fought Dabi and sparred with Todoroki, he knows how fire works.

He knows how to beat other’s people fire with his own.

Flames lurch forward like wolves on the hunt, but Katsuki blasts apart the first of them and launches himself up into the air to avoid the rest.

He’s used to having the advantage in the air, but Candela only laughs. Her flames twist and shit that’s not just emission, that’s manipulation—

Candela herself may not be able to lift into the air, but her control is perfect, fire churning into a horselike shape that arches over Katsuki in the sky, its fiery hooves primed to stomp down on him.

Swearing, he blasts at it, launching himself back towards the ground as the force tears into the horse—only for the heat in his hands to suddenly turn on him, serpentine dragons of living flame curling up his arms and biting into him.

His sweat (his weapon) ignites at their white-hot fangs before he means for it to, exploding into his skin. Bakugou shouts as he falls, flipping around to slow his descent, but even as the force of his concussive blasts resist gravity’s pull, he can feel the heat pulling away from his control. Like sassy rebukes, they sting his face as they slip past, the nips of foxes as they skitter past.

“Explosions, huh?” Candela’s voice rises from below on the heat, thrilled laughter in every word. “Not bad, not bad at all. But not good enough, either.”

Bakugou lands, and the street flashes red. Flames erupt from Candela’s boots in a radius that just barely stops short of Kirishima’s feet behind him, a wildfire roaring up with such intensity that Bakugou grimaces, his sweat sparking and crackling all over his skin.

…

Izuku says, “You too?”

Kirishima nods. “We ran into the Valor leader, Candela,” he says, more hushed than Izuku’s ever known him to be. “She challenged Bakugou, and… Well, you can imagine.”

The news comes to mind—a scorched street, everything half-melted, the crest of Valor seared onto the road like a branding, Blanche’s silent fury in the face of such desecration—and Izuku grimaces. “Yeah,” he says, “I can.”

“It was pretty manly.”

“Kirishima.”

“It was!” he says defensively. “It was scary, but really cool.”

#starli speaks #onetobeamup

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