#Is Kacchan's hair so difficult? It is

[honehonn3honey]

#🥢VS🥄 #I chose to be happy #I apologize if it's not you expected. #Is Kacchan's hair so difficult? It is #〔 ꒰ 💭 ꒱ thoughts: izuku 〕 #〔 ꒰ 💭 ꒱ thoughts: katsuki 〕 #〔 theme: boku no hero academia 〕 #fanart #digitalart #mystyle #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #katsudeku #bakugou x midoriya #boku no hero academia #manga art #mha bakugō #mha midoriya #bnha fanart #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakudeku #bnha bkdk #bkdk #bkdk fanart #dekubaku #bakudeku #〔 honneydraws✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜˙ 〕

[kingkatsuki]

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-cest, step-dad!Bakugou.

Imagine getting placed on academic probation so you’re sent home from college early, and because of it you’re kicked off campus. So it results in you moving back home with your step-dad Bakugou, but instead of being allowed to spend your time lazing around he makes you come to work with him each day to make sure you’re staying out of trouble and he gets you to do the most mundane tasks in his office as some sort of sick punishment.

But Bakugou gets sick of you flirting with his sidekicks, and doing anything you can to get under his skin. Deliberately messing up his paperwork to get a rise out of him, catching him off guard by inviting Pro-Hero Deku into his office for coffee first thing in the morning (“I’m glad you agreed to this, Kacchan! I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for weeks. I thought we could talk about the collboration—”) that had him trapped in his office for the next four hours.

“I’m sorry, daddy. It’s just so hard.” You’d whine at him with a pout, trying to give him back the paperwork he gave you to sort after he finally managed to get rid of Deku from his agency. Bakugou knew you were lying, you’d always been a smart girl, but you were doing this on purpose. Trying to do every job badly just to get a rise from him.

You’ve always been such a brat, and he knows you do it on purpose. The final straw is him stomping into his office to find you almost on the lap of Red Riot, Kirishima’s face almost as red as his long mane of hair as he rushes to stand up, unable to hide the prominent bulge in his pants as he stammers out excuses.

And it’s too late for you, as your step-dad kicks the aging Pro out of his office and shuts the door, telling his secretary that he won’t be taking any more calls or meetings this afternoon as he moves towards where you’re perched on the edge of his desk, your skirt riding up your thighs. Bakugou’s going to make you regret being an absolute hindrance to his work over the past two weeks, his large palm curls around the back of your neck as he moves you to face the desk, pressing your chest down against it as he hovers above you.

“I hope you know how to fuckin’ count.” Bakugou snarls, “Or is that too difficult for you too, sweetheart?”

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #Bakugou thirst #jo thirsts #thirst posts #only posting self-indulgent posts from now on

[izvmimi]

cw: crack, suggestive but not nsfw

"Okay, we're nearing the end of the workday, so please-" with this, you clasp your hands together before readjusting the camera on the tripod "- if you're going to improvise, I am begging you to say something appropriate." A sharp glance goes in Katsuki's direction to which he grimaces in reply.

"I'm not being difficult," he insists. "I have no idea why the fuck you're complaining."

Kirishima gives him a slightly exasperated look for a moment, then takes a look at his scribbled-on notecards before tossing them across the gym out of the camera's view. Izuku, ever pleasant, laughs nervously, trying to defuse the situation. Stretching his arms over his head and smiling at his less-than-amused friend to keep the mood casual, he tries to prevent the latter from leaving.

"Kacchan, let's do this quickly so we can go home."

Katsuki grumbles something else under his breath but stays put. You thank Izuku for his cooperativeness, then re-center yourself again behind the camera.

The hardest part of making a TikTok geared towards weightlifting safety should have been keeping your panties dry while having the three hottest Pro Heroes in the business in the same room lifting weights in unnecessarily form-fitting athleticwear. But instead, despite the fact that you've had the urge to bite Dynamight's arms for the past twenty minutes, he's been pissing you off with his slightly condescending tips, and while Red Riot's sculpted back muscles will haunt your (wet) dreams for the next few nights, he can't remember what he's supposed to say for the life of him.

And Izuku is far too stiff even if you want to climb his shoulders like a squirrel up a tree.

"Okay next take!" you yell, and you try to keep your frustrated sigh to yourself.

Bakugou finds himself laying on his back under a Smith machine, and you try not to look at exactly how much weight he's lifting with ease, lest you make a less than professional sound.

Kirishima stands at the head of the bench, demonstrating the appropriate way to spot.

"Make sure to gently hover-"

"Get your hand off the weight, jackass," Bakugou hisses and Kirishima frowns.

You grit your teeth and stop the video.

...

The second take has Bakugou on the bench alone, slowly unracking the weight for the voice-over.

"If you can't put the weight up," he starts lowering the weight to his chest and pretending to struggle briefly, "here's a trick."

He pushes the bar up again with ease.

"Just put the weight up."

"Katsuki, I swear to God-"

...

"Proper squat form requires you to stand with your feet a little wider than hip width." Izuku smiles for the camera as he demonstrates, and you try to keep yourself from melting from the charm he exudes. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Bakugou snicker, probably making fun of you, but you ignore it.

"Now, make sure to drive your hips back, bending at the knees and ankles-"

Izuku lowers himself into full squat, gripping the bar tightly as he moves, making sure to keep his smile unchanged and gaze towards the camera unperturbed.

There's a point where you wonder if he's doing it on purpose, distracted by the intensity of his look, then you realize something else is wrong about this scene.

"God, Kirishima, you're entirely too close."

Kirishima is practically breathing down his neck, he's so closely pressed against his back in the attempt to save the bar, and the scene looks almost pornographic. Izuku only realizes it himself, having also been under whatever conjoint trance you were in with him, when he notices your unsettled look.

Bakugou's snickers turn into cackles in the background as Izuku takes a quick step forward and drops enough weight onto the gym floor you thank the heavens these floors are reinforced. Kirishima's face goes as red as his hair.

"You missed your chance to kiss his neck, shitty hair!" Bakugou jeers.

"This isn't that kind of video, Kacchan!"

...

Kirishima's segment goes nearly without a hitch, and you have to admit, he looks far too good seated doing dumbbell curls, until you remember he's giving absolutely no advice.

"Your lines!" you mouth to him.

"Oh yeah!" he says grinning. "Got excited by the pump, it's been so long since I came to the gym!"

You're not supposed to say it, you think, rubbing your face with your hand.

"Anyway, make sure you keep your upper arms stationary, and exhale as you curl each weight up to the shoulder level."

He demonstrates one curl, biceps tensing as he pauses at shoulder level.

"It's also helpful to keep your abs contracted, and exhale slowly as you lower it. Imagine you're holding in a fart in a crowded room."

"What?" Izuku exclaims suddenly from off-camera. When you give him an incredulous look, he looks sheepish.

"Shit sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-"

Bakugou's raucous laughter in the background finally drains the last of your patience.

"Fuck it! We're done here."

Next time you'll ask professionals. Real ones.

#bakugou x reader #izuku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha fluff #bnha crack #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha

[kats-fic-recs]

Bkdk fics for the Soul

tell them what you saw in me (not how i turned out to be)

Izuku volunteers himself as a tribute. He's eighteen, it's his last reaping, and still, he jumps out of the crowd and stops the world.

It's probably the stupidest thing he's ever done. But he doesn't regret it.

Not until the next tribute's name is called and it belongs to his best friend.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Pit against the boy he's loved all his life in a battle royale to the death, Izuku has to make some decisions.

first meeting

Who he is when the world is watching. And who he wants to be when he dies.

Katsuki has a plan. He’s been a virgin for long enough that it’s starting to get pathetic. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, but it wouldn’t be so bad to fuck someone more experienced than he is once and get it over with so he can move onto better methods of stress relief than watching Netflix with a jar of grilled olives and a beer.

Too bad it turns out that his ‘experienced’ date is a virgin, too—and a massive nerd.

take care

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

How to Train Your Useless Dragon

Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

don't be a stranger

“Not even a thank you for your friendly neighborhood Spiderman?” Izuku called out teasingly. “Where are you going?”

“Why the fuck do you wanna know, creep?”

“You sure you can make it back home safe?”

Katsuki glanced back angrily and flipped him the bird. “Eat shit, bugboy.”

Bugboy. That was new.

In which Izuku is Spiderman, Katsuki is nosy, and juggling high school and vigilante work has never been so difficult when your best friend is convinced that something’s up.

Or, five times Katsuki almost finds out that Izuku is Spiderman. One time he actually does.

face reveal!

SmallMight and Dynamight are two streamers that nerd out over All Might video games and often interact, both on and off stream, though never with their cameras on. Izuku and Katsuki two are college students that find solace and friendship through online streaming, and occasionally think about their estranged childhood best friends.

It all changes when SmallMight reaches a milestone and finally turns his camera on.

Worth It

I have something for you, once you finish eating,” Katsuki says.

Deku perks up with poorly hidden curiosity. “Oh?”

His hair is still damp, dripping onto his grey shirt with a simple Sidekick emblazoned on the front. He’s wearing one of Katsuki’s sweatpants and a pair of fuzzy socks stuffed into slippers, looking so comfortable and at home that Katsuki has the sudden urge to tackle him into the wall or squeeze his face and kiss him until he passes out. Normal urges when dealing with Deku, of course.

Instead, Katsuki throws one of his chopsticks at him, nailing Deku perfectly on the forehead.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says, ignoring Deku’s squawk.

-

Deku doesn't give himself nice things often enough for Katsuki's taste. So, he'll fix that, starting with one iconic Lego set in familiar reds, blues, and yellows at a time.

#bkdk #katsuki bakugou #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #fanfiction #ao3 #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec #bnha #bnha fic recs #mha

[kywaslost]

Would it be okay to ask for some rare brotherly love from Kacchan? ^^

A bad grade or something? We always compare ourselves so much to him as we look up to him alot? ^^

Brotherly Love - Bakugou Katsuki

A/N: Bro I’ve tried writing this sooo many times and every time I get a lot written I decided I hated it and had to restart :/ I hope this turned out alright in the end. Sorry it took so long, I was really struggling mentally and had to be gone for a while, but now I’m back and better than ever!

You and Katsuki had a lot of similarities. You were twins, so of course you both had blonde hair and red eyes. You both were very physically fit and intelligent. But there were also several differences between you and him. Everything seemed to come naturally to Katsuki. He could sit through a lecture and briefly skim through a chapter of the textbook and be just fine for the exam. He’d be one of the first ones to turn in a test and he very rarely had to look back through his exams before turning them in.

You, on the other hand, did not grasp concepts as easily as your brother. You had to take incredibly detailed notes, read through the chapter slowly and repeatedly, and sometimes you had to do excessive amounts of research or worksheets to understand something. You get stressed easier than your twin, and you handle your stress very differently than him. Katsuki would work through it, and try to get that stress out of his life as soon as possible. You would sit in your stress, and let it eat away at you as you shut down mentally and physically. You let it get the best of you, and you hated it.

You had an Anatomy exam coming up and it was going to be the hardest test you’d ever take. It was a lab practical over the nervous system, and you were terrified. This chapter was long and intense, throwing a lot of information at you. You had been working extremely hard this chapter, and you spent every night for a week before the exam staying up late to study. The night before the exam, you were up until 2 in the morning going over notes, reading the textbook, and coloring diagrams and images to help you study.

You were in high-stress mode when you arrived at class, ready to take the exam. You had heard from the other anatomy class that the practical was extremely difficult, but you were sure you’d be alright. Grabbing a clip board and your test, you decided to start on question 1, looking at a brain dissection and identifying labeled parts of the brain.

You skipped around questions, and the more you tried to answer, the more nervous you grew. Everything you had studied the night before left your brain. You stared down at the paper in front of you. Identify the cranial nerves numbered in the image below. Cranial nerves. You specifically remember coloring this page, studying it heavily before you turned in for the night. Now all of that information has left you.

You began to sweat nervously and your breathing picked up as you looked around the classroom. Your classmates didn’t look nearly as lost and confused as you did. It wasn’t looking good for you at this moment.

Through your slight panic, you heard an alarm buzzing from the back of the room from someone’s backpack. Then again, this time from someone else’s phone. In a matter of seconds, everyone’s alarms were going off, signaling a tornado warning. Everyone looked around, confused.

“What do we do?” Izuku asked. “The school hasn’t made an announcement.”

Your teacher responded with, “Keep taking the exam. I’ll call the front office.” As they turned to pick up the phone, the PA system turned on and Nezu made the announcement for everyone to evacuate to the assigned storm shelter.

You were shaking with fear. Class was almost over and you only had half of your lab practical finished. You were blanking on the answers, and now there was a loud buzzing sound everywhere. Students’ voices picked up and everyone began to crowd out into the hall. It was getting harder to breathe as you set your test down on the nearest desk, running quickly to the back of the lab to grab your phone, then follow your classmates down the hall. Bakugou was nearby, and he pushed people out of his way so he could be next to you.

“You alright?” he asked quietly, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you.

You shook your head, releasing a strained whine. Katsuki’s hand grabbed a hold of your own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Alright. That’s ok. We’re almost done.”

Everyone took shelter in one of the many gyms on UA’s campus. This did not help you. There were students and staff everywhere, touching or bumping into you. Their voices echoed on the walls, and the lights were becoming a bit too bright. Tears poured down your reddened face, and your chest felt so tight.

Bakugou led you over to the rest of your class, guiding you to sit down slowly. “You’re alright n/n.” Your brother sat down beside you, never letting go of your hand. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Kirishima asked worriedly as he kneeled down next to you. Several of your classmates did the same, crowding around you to see if you were alright.

“Back off,” Bakugou said sternly. “Get off of them. Give them space.” He kept his voice low for your sake, but the group of people around you backed off and gave you soft looks.

You were crying harder than you had in a long time. This was too much for you. You needed to get out of this room, out of this school, and back to your dorm. Bakugou could notice how miserable you were, and he tried his best to keep you calm. And then you were dismissed to return to your classes.

“We missed over half of class,” Kirishima commented. “What about our exam?”

“I’m giving you 20 minutes to finish the exam,” your teacher said. “Now hurry back to class. I have to leave, but Eraserhead is going to cover for me.”

You did nothing for those 20 minutes. You were a crying, panicking mess. Bakugou tried to help, but you only pushed him away and shakily told him to finish his exam. Picking up the clipboard with your answers, you felt even worse. Still only half of it was filled out. You attempted to guess on some of the answers, but eventually you gave up and turned in the test.

“Is this supposed to be half blank?” Aizawa asked with a raised eyebrow as you handed him the exam.

You almost burst into tears again. Not saying anything, you grabbed your belongings and headed to your last class.

You weren’t sure how you made it back to your dorm room. All you can remember was your anxiety growing more and more throughout your last class. You were one of the first students out the door when the final bell rang, sprinting through the halls and out the door to UA.

You locked yourself in your room, throwing your things into a pile on the floor as you crumpled down beside them. You pulled your knees to your chest as you screamed at the top of your lungs. All of the mental pain and worry you had been feeling the past two hours came pouring out of you. You couldn’t control it, and you didn’t even attempt to.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Y/N, I’m coming in.”

You didn’t try to stop whoever was at the door. You continued to cry, caught in your panic, as a hand gently ran across your back.

“Come ‘ere.” The voice was gentle but it still was a bit gruff. It was Katsuki. “I’m here now. I’ve got ya.” Your brother gently picked you up and pulled you into a tight hug. He guided your head to rest in the crook of his neck as he held you. “Breathe with me, n/n.”

It took a few minutes, but Katsuki was able to help you calm down and breathe slower. “That's it.” He stood up with you still in his arms. He walked over to your bed, pulled back the covers, and layed down with you. This was so out of character for Katsuki. Whenever you were panicking or stressing out, he’d give you space. But now he is staying by your side.

“The teacher said they’re offering retakes tomorrow,” he whispered quietly. “After you take a nap, I’ll help you study. You’ll be just fine.” He gave you a small smack on the side of the head. “We’ll work through the mess going on in your head some other time.” Katsuki offered a small smile. “Now sleep. We’re studying later.”

#comfort #bnha #x reader #bnha comfort #platonic #bnha fluff #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader comfort #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou sister reader #domestic bakugou x reader #soft bakugou x reader

[silverynight]

At some point (perhaps after a really difficult fight between class A and LOV in which everyone got scared for their lives) Bakugo says "FUCK IT!" And decides to stop pretending he's not head over heels for Midoriya and gives in his need to be close to him and touch him all the time.

He likes to grab him by the waist and pick him up just to take him to the couch and sit him on his lap. The first time he does it he waits for Midoriya to tell him OFF or to kick him away but even though Midoriya is confused he lets it happen because his childhood friend is being friendly again, right?

No one is surprised, although some of them get irritated (like Uraraka and Iida because Bakugo doesn't care if they're having a conversation with Midoriya or trying to study for their finals, he gets in the middle and carries the other boy away) others think it's cute and some think this new Bakugo is a blessing because even though he keeps scowling at them, he doesn't yell as often as he did before.

Some even push Midoriya into his arms whenever they see him getting mad at someone because that's the most effective way to calm him down and avoid getting killed. He keeps hissing at the other person, but since his arms are full of Midoriya now (and he won't let go for anything in the world) he can't blast anyone's head off.

Since they let him away with it, he gets bolder and sometimes nuzzles Midoriya's green curls or takes one of his hands in his, prompting the cute boy to blush to the tip of his ears.

"Come on, nerd. We're gonna spar with shitty hair!" Bakugo walks into the common room before throwing Midoriya over his shoulder without breaking a sweat.

"I was studying with Midoriya!"

"SHUT UP, HALF AND HALF! I'M TAKING IZUKU WITH ME!"

"But Kacchan, I just sparred with Sato, I'm exhausted!"

"Tch! I know that!" Bakugo rolls his eyes. "What I meant by 'We' is that I'm gonna spar with shitty hair and you'll watch!"

"Oh... So I can take notes? Thanks, Kacchan!"

Kirishima almost groans when he sees Midoriya because he knows that now that he's there Bakugo is going to show off and it's probably going to get him hurt eventually.

"Kacchan, that was amazing!"

"Midobro, I love you, but stop encouraging him. He'll kill me!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOVE HIM, SHITTY HAIR?"

Kirishima has to use his quirk to protect himself. Bakugo calls him a coward but he doesn't care.

Although, Kirishima doesn't mind, not that much really... No one does, because they can tell Bakugo is a lot happier now.

#bnha #my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bkdk #bakudeku #class 1a

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Katsuki Bakugou headcanon request. The lovely @ladycoleigh and I technically devised this plot together, but I hope you enjoy it. This is super long, I apologize. Don't say I don't feed you well. Happy Pride! ]

[ Headcanons Summary: Male!Reader is a Shiketsu High School intern at Best Jeanist's office and upon meeting Katsuki things don't go so well between the two of you. As time passes, Katsuki finds himself drawn to you and you to him which causes some internal questions to rise regarding sexuality. Happy Pride y'all! ]

It was easy to recognize him from the Provisional Licensing Exam and the Sports Festival. He was an angry but powerful hero student who focused on one thing. Victory. When he didn't get it, or something didn't work his way he got a little...explosive.

"Talk to him," Best Jeanist ordered, pushing you past his agency's doors, and ignoring your panicking. Katsuki was pissed about something, and it was your job to fix it. But how were you supposed to do that? "A-are you sure about this?" Best Jeanist nodded, believing that Katsuki would relate more to a male his own age.

The first thing he said to you when confronted was, "Get away from me or I'll blast your damn face off!" You trembled, trying to break the ice. "Um, your hair looks gorgeous! Uh, you look h-handsome! B-Best Jeanist does a great job," you murmured. "Eh?" Katsuki immediately stood up and towered over you. "What the hell do you mean handsome!?" he screamed before unleashing his quirk.

"I'm sorry!" you bowed in front of Best Jeanist's desk with smoke still seeping from your ripped and tattered clothes. Your skin and hair were also burned. "Maybe he doesn't like being complimented by another man?" you suggested, glancing away. "Hm...I see," Best Jeanist replied, standing up with his hands behind his back. "Keep trying," he ordered. It would take a lot of effort to break Katsuki's stubborn nature.

To help or make things more difficult, Best Jeanist assigned Katsuki and you to patrol together. During said patrol Katsuki didn't say a word to you and wandered off alone, leaving you to your own devices. You wanted to tell Best Jeanist you refused to work with him anymore, but a small part of you felt drawn to him. You didn't know what the reason was yet.

"You acted reckless!" you screamed after Katsuki apprehended a villain. "Yeah!? And who the hell do you think you are?!" he said with a snarl. You swallowed hard when he loomed over you and stared at him longer than you should have before answering. "I'm Y/n from Shiketsu High School, I s-saw you at the Provisional Licensing Exam but, uh, we didn't talk to each other," he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, there's a reason for that!" he snapped in reply.

"I just don't get it!" You groaned and leaned over the table with your hands tangled in your hair. "Like don't get what?" Camie replied. She was one of your closest friends. "He's such a jerk but I...I think I might be attracted to him?" Camie's eyes lit up. "O.M.G. You have the hots for a guy!? Who is he?" she asked, as open or absent-minded as usual. But you weren't ready to tell her more.

"Uh, K-Kacchan, are you okay? You seem distracted an-" Izuku stumbled back when Katsuki glared at him. "I'm fine, dumbass! Leave me the hell alone!" he screamed, before turning back to his desk and trying to concentrate, but damned thoughts of you kept invading his mind.

Was it strange to think another boy was handsome? Because Katsuki was! From his striking red eyes to that wild hair and those beautiful teeth that made you melt whenever he smirked. You groaned before slamming your head against the table. Best Jeanist was walking by and noticed your strange behavior. "Hm..." He had his suspicions but couldn't confirm anything now.

"I don't think I've ever had a crush before! But..." Camie shook her head and placed her hands on your shoulders. "Like that's why we're here at the mall! Just tell me who you think is hot and like who is not!" she explained, and while you were reluctant you followed through. "So that's another guy you find totes attractive and-" she paused when you sniffled. "Huh, what's wrong?" she asked, and you shook your head internally denying your homosexuality.

"I'd like to ask what is going on between you and Y/n," Katsuki stiffened his posture in response to the question, his jaw also clenched, and his hands curled into fists. "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded. "Nothing is going on between us damn it!" Despite his words, Best Jeanist picked up on the slight flush across Katsuki's cheeks. "Hm, I understand. Carry on with your routine," he replied, shooing him away.

"What!?" Camie screamed, snatching your phone out of your hand to get a better look at the pictures of Katsuki you had taken, as creepy as that sounded. But you couldn't help but take pictures of him. There was something so...amazing about him. "That's the angry guy from the licensing exam! I mean he's totes hot if you like him!" she commented. "I..." you sighed. "I think I do like him...I still don't know what's wrong with me, but I don't think he likes me back and-" You paused when Camie laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"What the hell is your problem!?" Katsuki growled, pinning you against the wall with his hand around your throat. You had no idea what you did, but he was clearly angry about something and taking it out on you. Still, being this close to the one you liked made your heart race. "W-what are you talking about?" you replied with misty eyes, feeling his grip loosen and that look of anger fade momentarily.

After pulling Katsuki's hand from your throat and dragging him back to his office, Best Jeanist said, "I am trying to run a clean and proper organization, Bakugou. Whatever personal bias you have against Y/n won't be tolerated and-" Katsuki frowned, and Best Jeanist noticed an expression he had never seen before glistening in the boy's eye. "It's not biased I..." Katsuki growled. "Damn it, I don't know, I like them or something, okay!" Best Jeanist frowned. "And this is how you show you have feelings for another?" he questioned, angering Katsuki even more.

"You totally have to make a move!" she demanded, and your cheeks flushed. "W-what!? How am I supposed to do that? I can't do that at the agency. Best Jeanist would kill me and-"she waved her hands around. "Okay, okay," she said, tapping her chin. "Like maybe we can think of something else," she suggested.

[ Part II - Fireworks Festival ]

#katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou x y/n #katsuki x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: 23 #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: headcanons: 23

[takarahase99]

Dreamful Memories

A story in which childhood friends find out they are soulmates.

Soulmates are two individuals who are predestined to spend the rest of their lives together. At least that is what we are taught as we grow closer to the age of sixteen. It was greatly stressed that both individuals have to be sixteen in order for the ‘dreamful memories’ to start. Two days ago I turned the lucky sixteen. Unfortunately, my predestined person has not.  Therefore, I am left with the built up anticipation that has been distilled in my mind since the age of ten.

“Happy birthday Kacchan!” Midoriya Izuku’s voice excitedly bounced off the classroom’s walls.

Bakugo grumbled his appreciation leaving Midoriya smiling brightly. It’s not everyday that the hot tempered blonde shows any form of gratitude. Growing up with him, Midoriya and I quickly caught onto this character trait. So it was only natural that the interaction between the two left a smile of my own plastered on my face. 

“How’s it feel to finally be sixteen Kats?” I cooed in his ear.

“Not any different.” He spat back.

Chuckling, I sat back in my chair satisfied with his answer and reaction. The hairs on the back of his neck had stood up and the tips of his ears flushed bright red. Unlike Midoriya, I never let my admiration for Bakugo and his quirk render me standing my ground against the blonde. Over time my admiration turned into something more. I don’t recall when or how but soon after the realization every wish upon a star was dedicated to him.

“What if Bakugo is Y/N’s soulmate!?” Mina exclaimed as if she had read my thoughts. 

“That’d be so awesome! Childhood friends turned soulmates!” Denki chimed in.

Before Bakugo or myself could respond, Mr. Aizawa entered the classroom. The start bell chimed soon after. Instead of focusing on the review for our upcoming exams my attention was used on calming the rapid pounding in my chest. The previous comments circled my mind and made it difficult to calm my heart.

“One could only wish.” I mumbled with small hopes that my words were heard.

~Time Skip~

She wore a sweet knee length dress. One that was made in her favorite color. Her hair was loose from its normal pulled back style. She was sitting in her usual place in the park. Under the tallest cherry blossom tree. My feelings for her only grew stronger day by day. But I couldn’t tell her that. We have three more years until we both turn sixteen. Which means we find out who our predestined life partner is. 

“Stop standing over there like a creep and come join me.”

Without any hesitation I strided over and sat next to her. The book in her hands being one of her favorites. Her delicate hands traced under the words she read. Once she was done with the page she placed her marker and closed the book.

“Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“I dislike how well you can read me.”

She giggled softly. Her laugh is a sound I can listen to on repeat. The way her eyes squint when she’s really happy. 

“Will you be my soulmate?” I blurted

The light in her eyes shined brighter. The pounding in my chest quickened in pace and the temperature of my face rose. That was such a stupid thing to ask.

“You know it doesn’t work that way. No matter how much either of us would like for that to be the case.”

She’s right. No matter how much either of us want to be each other's soulmates it can’t happen. Our soulmates are predestined way before we’re even born. Only the deities in charge are responsible. 

“One could only wish though, right?”

She pushed herself up from the ground and dusted her dress off. She looked back down towards me and extended her hand. I hesitated before taking her hand and using her help to pull from the ground. Her hand was soft. They always were. 

“One could only wish.” I repeated softly.

Nearly falling from my bed I jumped out very clumsily once waking up. The dream. The memory. It was one that I led Bakugo to believe I had forgotten about. So many different emotions flowed throughout my entire body. To say I was happy was an understatement. Bakugo Katsuki is my soulmate. I swung my door open to leave only to find myself tumbling backwards. I looked to see who it was I had run into. Staring back at me were the all too familiar crimson eyes I grew up staring at.

“K-Kats, what’re you doing here?”

“Probably for the same reason that you’re rushing out.”

The Dreamful Memories. He turned sixteen yesterday which meant that both of us saw a memory in our sleep. I wonder what memory played for him. I don’t have too many intriguing ones. 

“It was the day you got your quirk.”

He looked away shyly. I remember the day very vividly. It just so happened to be the day that the two of us met. I took notice of his pajamas and disheveled hair. He rushed across the dorm the moment he woke up. 

“For me it was our conversation under the cherry blossom tree.”

His attention shot back towards me quickly. The surprise was well written across his face. Relief washes over me once my mentality grasped the fact that he was not upset.

“You remember?”

“Mhm. It’s a conversation that’s filled me with so much hope and sorrow at the same time. I realized my feelings for you that day and began to wish on every star that night. Every wish I made was in hopes of having you as my soulmate.”

“What now? Now that we know? What happens next?”

The smile across my face only grew in size. I’m unsure what it is that soulmates are supposed to do after their discoveries. But I do know what I want to do at this moment.

“This.”

Without a second thought I grabbed ahold of his shirt collar and pulled him closer. I then pressed my lips against his gently. His lips were soft and tasted of spice. Pulling out of his daze, Bakugo started to kiss me back. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s soulmate.” We both mumbled. 

#bakugou katsuki #mha #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #soulmates #soulmate au

[eris-snow]

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

Your biggest secret is hid under a mountain of lies. God, you how much you wish it wasn't this time of the year

When I ask you to go to sleep at 11, I go to sleep at 1. Go to sleep earlier, I know that you’re tired.

Izuku stares at the post-it note sitting innocently on the bento set he’d claimed as his. His face breaks out into a wide grin.

About four months ago, you started this game called Secrets with him. You would stick a post-it note on one of his possessions, and tell him a secret of yours. Sometime in the day, he’d find time to reply to it with a secret of his own. The secrets are small, nothing big.

I didn’t brush my teeth this morning.

I cried myself to sleep last night.

I haven’t finished my homework yet.

Trivial matters that scream innocence after the hell ride they experienced a handful of months ago.

After the war, while he cycled through several long rounds of therapy, you’d decided to help him through by introducing this quirky game as a symbol of trust.

Trust was something difficult to find after the war.

And even though things were settling down into the new normal, he never wanted this game to end.

Glancing over your note again, he sighs and shakes his head at your confession, smiling at your honesty.

So you are self-aware.

“Izuku,” Katsuki’s gruff voice makes green eyes shift to red, and almost immediately, his smile seems to triple in size.

“Good morning, Kacchan!” He beams.

“Mornin’,” Squinting at the sunny smile, Katsuki folds his arm and jerks a thumb at the post-it. “Shortie’s writing love notes to you again?”

“Don’t call her Shortie,” He defends, offended. “And they’re not love notes, they’re confessions!”

“Love notes,” Katsuki insists, dumping his textbooks on the table. “Mind if we use half? The squad wants a study session.”

His eyes shift lower to what Katsuki had tossed on the table so haphazardly. “Yeah. Can I borrow these?” He took the blond’s post-it notes and a green pen, only to get a snort in response. “Wanna write something back.”

His only response was a snort. “Do what you want.”

“Thanks, Kacchan!”

He pauses, pen doting the small sheet of paper. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes, isn’t it? And plus, he wants you to know! It’s only fair since he knows yours.

Shrugging, Izuku scribbles it down, slaps it on your water bottle before he finishes his bento in record speed and-finally-starts his day.

It’s only when Izuku is out of sight did Katsuki round the table and peer at the note, lips tugging into a frown. He combs a hand through his hair, and mutters. “Shit…it’s that time of the year again.”

--

When you come back from your workout later that afternoon, you’re greeted with the sight of an orange Post-it note stuck on your water bottle and Izuku’s messy handwriting in splotches of green. A grin starts to form on your face as you rip the Post-it note off your bottle, dragging your towel across your face as you scan his response.

No one except Kacchan knows this, but my birthday is on 15th July. P.s. Get some rest too. I know how hard you work.

You snort and shake your head, the smile that had started to plaster itself on your face already turning upside down.

Well, that was a big fat lie.

You almost crumple the Post-it in the process. Your fingers trace the first few words, hovering over the words no one. They then find Katsuki’s name, and it makes your smile collapse.

It’s that time of the year again.

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Midoriya-sensei AU

Part 13: Kacchan

Part 12 | Ao3 | Part 14

Look... these past few manga chapters have really fucked with me and some parts of this fic and I'm super mad about it, but alas canon can go fuck itself. Also unreq tdbk lost the poll *sad trombone noise* Anymoo, happy Mido-sensei Monday [is actually tuesday now bc I fell asleep proof-reading] - I hope you enjoy ❤️ TWs for this chapter include: -PTSD -Breakdowns and dissociation -Self-loathing -Accidental injury

'Honey? What time are you going out?'

Upon hearing his mother's question, Izuku removed his headphones and turned to face her.

He was currently cluttering the dining table with his hero analysis notebooks, along with his laptop. Shoto had hired a new sidekick recently—who could adjust the temperature of anything they touched—so naturally, Izuku had spent the morning analysing the quirk in detail. He was heading to Himura Agency soon to visit Shoto, so he wanted to finish up so he could take his notebook with him.

'In about fifteen minutes.' He double-checked the time, confirming his response. 'Why?'

'Do you not want to start getting ready?' She tilted her head to the side with concern. 'I don't want you rushing.'

'I'm nearly done, it's okay.' He assured gently, albeit he could definitely understand where she was coming from. Once he got into his flow state, it was difficult emerging from the other side. 'I'm just gonna finish this page, and then I'll clean up. I've already got my bag ready, and I don't need to get changed.'

He patted his yellow backpack, situated under the table, and smiled. 'Satisfied?'

'Yeah, alright.' She huffed, good-naturedly. 'I just don't want you stressing. I know what you're like. Plus, last time, you rushed out so quickly that I had to clean the table for you.'

'That was one time!' He cried dramatically. 'And I said I was sorry! When will the suffering end?'

'Never.' His mother flashed him a serious expression, before her joking smile resurfaced. 'Anyway, I'm going to the library to return a book for one of my patients. Have fun!'

'You too! If you see Himura-san, tell her I said hi.' Izuku picked up his pen and resumed writing.

'Oh, Todoroki-san's mother?' She paused, stroking her chin, before seemingly realising something. 'Wait, the nice lady with the white hair is their mother? Why didn't you tell me sooner?'

'I assumed you'd figured it out by the fact that Shoto's agency is named after her?' Izuku answered slowly. 'And that she and Fuyumi look really similar.'

'You hush now!' She pouted, walking past him to go put her shoes on. 'I can't believe we could've been sharing embarrassing childhood stories together this whole time. I should go to the library more often. Better make up for lost time.'

'Wait, hang on-'

'Byeee!'

Izuku grumbled as the door shut behind his mother, but didn't dwell on it too much. In truth, he didn't mind what the two women spoke about—he was old enough now where he wasn't affected by people knowing about his All Might obsession, which was his mother's main go-to when it came to embarrassing him—he was just glad they had the opportunity to maybe become friends.

He continued his analysis for another five minutes, before using all of his self-restraint to call it a day and tidy everything away. Once packed up, he grabbed his bag, put on his red shoes, then left the apartment.

It was a decent walk to Himura Agency—around thirty-five minutes—but Izuku wouldn't begrudge a little exercise. The streets weren't particularly busy, a normal amount of bustle for a Sunday, so he weaved through the crowds with relative ease. Once the agency was in his sights, he felt a small smile grace his face, glad of the familiarity.

However, just as he was about to enter, his path was blocked by someone else leaving.

Izuku stepped to the side politely—using the time to quickly type out a message to Shoto, to let him know he was here—but the person continued to shadow over him. He pointedly didn't make eye contact, but frowned at the inconvenience. Why were they standing in the way?

'Deku.'

Instinctively, Izuku flinched so violently that he dropped his phone and jumped a couple of steps backwards.

That voice.

He finally looked up at the person he'd been patiently waiting to pass, only to find spiked blonde hair, familiar red eyes, and an orange and green hero suit that was featured on so many sports brands throughout Japan, he'd have to be living under a rock to miss it.

The hero Dynamight was a household name, after all, but it wasn't him who was addressing Izuku at that moment.

'K-Kach-chan?' The way his voice broke was humiliating, as was the way his body immediately began shaking. For years, he’d been conditioned to react a certain way under the scrutiny of his childhood bully; it made him sick to know their decade apart hadn't changed that in the slightest. ‘W-W-What are you doing here?’

A stupid question. There was a clear reason why the number five hero was just leaving the agency of the number two. ‘Ah, you don’t have to answer that. Of course, it’s obvious why you’re here. In fact, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, as that’s certainly more out of the ordinary. It’s just, I didn’t expect to see you as it’s been years and I’ll stop talking now. I’m sorry.’

Kacchan sighed. Izuku closed his eyes with a wince, anticipating a hit. However, it never came.

‘It has been a while.’

Hesitantly, he opened one eye to find Kacchan regarding him with a mixture of emotions; his eyes were squinted in his usual displeased manner, albeit the anger that had typically manifested when they were children was absent. Izuku wasn’t sure whether that made him more or less nervous.

The silence was agonising, yet he kept his lips sealed. He knew better than to start talking and risk suffering Kacchan’s wrath. Wistfully, he hoped Shoto would read his message and come out to meet him before anything could get out of hand.

Kacchan sighed again. ‘I was actually hoping to run into you at some point. I could’ve reached out sooner, but it would've been weird tracking you down.’

Izuku tilted his head to the side.

‘What?’

‘Don’t sound so shocked.’ As soon as he said it, it became evident that Kacchan knew that what he was ordering was unreasonable. He shook his head. ‘Look, we need to talk. Are you free now?’

Izuku’s head thudded and his stomach dropped with anxiety; he could feel adrenaline pulsing through his body. In the past, he'd learnt the hard way that going somewhere alone with Kacchan was never a good idea—not that he'd ever really had much of a choice in their teen years. Now, he was being given a choice, yet it still felt like an illusion: he knew Kacchan well enough to know that “no” wasn’t an option.

‘I’m just about to see Shoto-kun.’ He pointed towards the agency, hoping that an excuse would be met better than an outright rejection. ‘I don’t really want to keep him waiti-’

‘You know Half n Half?’ Kacchan frowned for the briefest of moments, before bending down to pick up Izuku's discarded phone. ‘Doesn’t matter. Look, it won’t take long. Come on.’

Before he could protest further, a large hand grabbed his tricep and guided him past the building and down the side alley. Izuku tried to level his breathing—in, two, three, four, and out, two, three, four—to prevent him hyperventilating and entering a panic attack. He couldn’t show any weakness right now; he had to be brave.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. He can’t hurt you, he’s a hero now. He tried to reason, desperately trying to ignore the other voice that reminded him of everything Endeavour had done to his family whilst working as a hero; of everything that had happened when they were children in the name of Kacchan wanting to be a hero.

He yearningly eyed his phone, still grasped in Kacchan’s hand. There was no calling for help. He was stuck.

After they passed some bins, he was finally released. 'That'll do.'

Izuku's back faced the wall, and he stared up at his old bully. He never did grow much taller; he still had the same colour trainers, and a backpack containing hero analysis notebooks. And of course, he was still quirkless, whereas Kacchan still defined himself through his explosions. Sure, he wasn't as over-excited and sadistic as he used to be, and his face had matured, but that didn't change facts.

Izuku was afraid.

It felt reminiscent of their middle school days: backed into a corner with nowhere to run, while Kacchan threatened to use his quirk on him. The only differences now were that they were older and one of them had a hero licence; and while he was hesitant to admit it, Izuku was also a lot stronger than he had been back then. Briefly, he entertained the thought that maybe—maybe—he could take Kacchan in a fight…

If the latter didn't have a quirk at his disposal.

'You wanted to talk?' He prompted, hoping the other would take the hint and explain, instead of just staring at him. 'What is it?'

'I can't just come out and say it!' Kacchan snapped, albeit there was little bite in it. He rubbed his brow. 'I just… Give me a sec.'

Izuku didn't have much of a choice, so he stayed where he was—body poised and ready to bolt at a moment’s notice—as Kacchan gathered his words.

'I did a lot of thinking over the years, about the way I treated you.' He started, slowly. 'I fucked up. I was a piece of shit.'

Izuku said nothing; he frowned, confused.

Where is this going?

Kacchan let out a frustrated groan.

'I realise now—why I did everything that I did. It's just, you were obviously meant to be behind me... but in a lot of ways, it also felt like you were ahead of me too.' Kacchan paused. 'I didn't like it. I didn't want to see you, so I bullied you to get away from you; to feel superior. I was scared… scared of you. Not in a prissy way obviously, but I hated how… stupidly heroic you were. You'd put yourself in stupid situations to try and help people and it made me mad, because it was supposed to be me whose body moved without thinking. I wanted to protect you from yourself, put you back in your place before you went and killed yourself, but I was wrong for what I did.

'I got my way back then, you failed at becoming a hero, yet I failed in my own goal. I wanted to be on top—I still do—but in order to do that, I have to get better. I have to recognise my mistakes and atone.

'So, that being said. Dek- Izuku… I wanted to apologise.' Kacchan hung his head. 'For everything I did to you.'

Izuku's body shook, whilst his heart pounded against his chest—so violent it hurt; his nails dug into his palms from how hard he was clenching his fists. He didn't know what to think—which probably reflected in his dumbfounded expression—it just didn't make sense. All these years, he'd had nothing, then suddenly… this? Kacchan was… sorry?

'Ha. Good one, Kacchan.' He laughed hollowly, then quickly slipped past the blonde with the intention of leaving. If this was some kind of elaborate prank, then he wanted to get a head start before he became the punchline. 'You almost had me. Anyway, nice seeing you, but I really have to go.'

'I mean it.' Kacchan didn't shout, but his voice carried; firm. 'I'm sorry.'

Izuku stilled, throat swelling as he forced his emotions to remain at bay. At first, he wouldn't—couldn't—believe it, but now he was faced with reality: Kacchan was actually apologising.

He wanted to ignore him. He wanted to keep walking. He wanted to forget this ever happened.

He didn't do any of that.

'You're not serious?' Izuku murmured, lips feeling foreign, as he turned around to face him. 'Is this a joke?'

Kacchan met his eyes and growled.

'Do I look like I'm fucking joking?!'

Izuku's arms shot up to protect himself, but the threat never came.

'Shit.' Kacchan at least had the decency to look guilty. 'Calm down, I'm not gonna hit you, and I'm not joking. I mean it.'

Izuku slowly lowered his arms.

He was conflicted. He knew he should be happy with the apology—it should be cathartic and he should admire how much Kacchan had grown. The right thing to do would be to forgive him, but as compassionate as people thought him to be and as much as he tried to be kind, resentment sprouted from the pit of his stomach.

'Why?'

'Why?' Kacchan echoed, sounding physically pained. 'I just told you why! It was a whole speech!'

Izuku's pulse drummed against his temples; his jaw clenched. Distantly, he heard a vibration.

'Cut the bullshit.' The words were out of his mouth before he could comprehend them.

'Hah?!' Kacchan started to exclaim, then caught himself, lowering the volume. 'It's not bullshit.'

'It is. It's all excuses.' Izuku gripped his hair and shook his head, surprised by his own nerve. He wanted to tell his brain to shut up. He wanted to forget this interaction all together—what was he doing? 'If you're s-sorry, then just say it. Don't try to justify it.'

'But I need you to understand why.' Kacchan argued, like it was obvious. 'I was trying to-'

'You've had a long time to think about this, to try and rationalise it.' Izuku interrupted, eye twitching from barely-repressed anxiety. He couldn't get his voice to stop trembling. 'But at the end of the day, Kacchan, y-you bullied me because I was- am quirkless.'

This time, it wasn't him who flinched.

'That's… that's not…'

'Isn't it?' He smiled wobbly. 'It wasn’t because I was useless D-Deku who couldn't fight back?'

His throat closed up, betraying him. 'I was an easy target. You say wanted to protect me from myself? You were my worst nightmare, and we both know that if I had a quirk, you wouldn't have done what you did.'

He had so many scars, so much mental baggage that he was still unravelling with his therapist after several years. He might not look after himself as well as he should sometimes, but that was irrelevant right now; it was always the same insults being thrown at him.

Useless, quirkless Deku.

'You d-don't need to pretend you did it with honourable intentions.' He shook his head slowly. 'If you genuinely regret what you did, just tell me. I might not have much self-preservation… but I don't think I deserve excuses.'

He bit his lip, waiting for a reaction. Initially, Kacchan remained silent, staring at him. Izuku wasn't sure if he was thinking of a response or waiting for something. Again, he could hear an indiscernible vibration.

'Okay.' Kacchan finally responded. 'No excuses… I- I'm sorry.'

A beat passed, then another. Izuku wanted to feel something, yet his mind—despite the adrenaline going through his body—felt numb.

'I accept your apology.' He forced his mouth to move, keeping his resolve. 'Th-'

'Midoriya?'

His head whipped around so fast his neck clicked. Shoto was walking towards them, slightly rushed and phone in hand. The first aid supplies on his belt clicked together from the momentum, as did his boots against the concrete.

When he came to a stop in front of Izuku, those dichromatic eyes scanned him carefully. 'Are you okay?'

He nodded, not trusting this voice.

Shoto's shoulders slumped with relief, then looked past Izuku to see who he was with. His eyes immediately narrowed. 'Bakugou? What are you doing here?'

Kacchan scoffed.

'Dek- u- Izuku and I were just having a private conversation.' He answered brashly. 'None of your fucking business, Half n Half.'

Shoto stepped past Izuku, putting himself between him and the blonde. It was almost a defensive shield, which he had to admit, he was grateful for.

'Then why have you got Midoriya's phone?'

Izuku's eyes widened—the vibration sound he had been hearing on and off—Shoto had been ringing him this entire time?

'Because he dropped it.' Kacchan stepped forward, holding out the device, which Izuku hesitantly took. 'Fuck off with the interrogation, Todoroki. I thought you hated cops, so stop sounding like one.'

'I don't need to be a pig to worry about my friend.' Shoto quipped, before switching his gaze to Izuku. 'Midoriya, are you ready to go or should I give you another few minutes?'

The idea of spending another few minutes alone with Kacchan was enough to make him feel nauseous, but he also didn’t want to convey that in his answer.

Don’t cry. Be brave. Don’t show them how weak you are.

‘Yeah, I’m ready now.’ He spoke quietly. ‘We’re done now, right, Kacchan?’

Crimson eyes regarded him carefully, before he waved his hand dismissively.

‘Whatever. I’ve said everything I needed to say anyway. I’m going home.’ Kacchan strode past them, towards the main street. However, before he could disappear completely, he called back. 'I've changed, Izuku. I won't ask you to believe me, but just… watch me, and I'll prove it to you.'

Izuku didn't reply, other than a slight nod of acknowledgement, and Kacchan made his exit with a grunt. Now that they were left alone, he felt a new sense of numbness wash over him; his eyes glazed over; his muscles refused to move.

Panic consumed him briefly. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't feel in control of his own body, yet instead of fighting it, all he could do was succumb to the way his senses slowly shut down. His mind soon followed after, rescinding the last of his perceived independent thoughts.

Powerless. Useless Deku. Weak-

‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ Shoto was in front of him again, but Izuku couldn’t focus. It took several seconds of silence before his friend cursed. ‘Shit, okay. Let’s get you up to my office… Can you still hear me?'

He couldn’t speak, but he did manage a slight nod.

'That's good. Okay, one more question: are you comfortable with me carrying you?’

Izuku nodded again, eyes falling shut of their own accord. He wasn't sure why he was acting this way—his episodes usually manifested into hyperactivity—but he couldn't even begin to analyse his behaviour right now. All he could do was focus on Shoto's body as the hero guided him into a piggyback and lifted him up with a slight grunt.

His arms rested on Shoto’s shoulders, while the strong hands under his legs held him up. Izuku's chest pressed against his friend's back—he tried to concentrate on the temperature contrast, which manifested into him resting his forehead against the left crook of Shoto's neck.

The warmth felt safe.

Had he not been stuck in his head, Izuku would have definitely panicked over their proximity. Instead, his body welcomed the touch with open arms; it was grounding. It also helped that Shoto didn't stiffen or reject him. He encouraged Izuku.

'I won't drop you, but try to hold on.' He murmured gently. 'Ready?'

When Izuku nodded, Shoto bent his knees, then jumped into the air, using fire from his left foot to send them higher. It didn't take long before they landed on the agency balcony, and Shoto slid open the door to his office.

Izuku kept his face firmly pressed against his friend's neck, until he was gently coaxed to sit down on the tatami floor and shed his backpack from his shoulders. He felt significantly lighter without it—his body had gotten used to the weight—but he didn't let the uncanny feeling linger for long, before he returned to nothing.

'I'm still here.' Shoto assured him gently. 'Just give me one second.'

The world was bright when Izuku tried opening his eyes in response, and he winced. Before he could squeeze them shut and resign himself to darkness again, Shoto pulled the hanging curtain framing the balcony door half-shut, bathing them in a dimmer, manageable light.

Izuku exhaled—the closest he could come to conveying his thanks—then watched as Shoto moved around the room, looking in drawers, on shelves and even Izuku's own backpack. Eventually, when his friend approached him once more and knelt in front of him, his arms were full.

'I've got some things that I know help me when I have a catatonic breakdown.' He shuffled slightly. 'I know this probably isn't the same, but yeah. And I know it's rude, but I also got some stuff from your bag because you've mentioned before that you have comfort items in there. Try to let me know if you're uncomfortable with anything.'

Shoto waited a moment, before taking two large pillows, placing them behind Izuku and switching on a remote, which made them start vibrating softly—like a purring cat. He then picked up a fluffy cream blanket and wrapped it around Izuku's body like a cape, making sure to cover most of his front too.

Izuku found himself leaning back against the materials, which cushioned the wall behind him, as Shoto started playing rain sounds from a portable speaker. He then handed Izuku his favourite All Might-themed stress ball that he always carried with him.

It was practically a reflex, the way his hand closed around it and started squeezing.

‘Th-Thanks.’ He spoke, matching each syllable with his wrist movements. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. ‘Helps.’

‘I’m glad.’ His friend replied. ‘Do you want to stay like this for a while, or do you want to try some grounding exercises?’

Izuku was aware enough to recognise that he wanted to escape this feeling as quickly as he could, but realistically, he knew that he needed a little longer.

‘F-few minutes.’

‘Okay.’ Shoto slowly got to his feet. ‘I’ll just be at my desk doing some paperwork. I'm not on-call, so take as much time as you need… unless there's suddenly a national emergency.’

On a normal day, Izuku would've laughed.

For the next half an hour, the office was quiet, if not for Shoto's fingers on the keyboard and the tropical storm playing from the speakers. Izuku, for the most part, clung onto the mindlessness—not wanting to acknowledge what had happened nor what was currently happening—but soon, his internal monologue started to resurface; it never liked being quiet for long.

He supposed he'd have to face everything sooner or later.

‘Shoto?’

His friend looked up from his computer, then locked the screen and approached him once more. He sat down in front of Izuku, crossing his legs and tucking his hair behind his ears.

‘You ready to do some grounding exercises?’ He waited for Izuku’s nod, before continuing. ‘Okay, you probably know this one, but can you tell me five things you can see?’

He did know this exercise—he’d applied it to both himself and his students in the past—so the familiarity was comforting.

‘Y-you.’ He started with the obvious. ‘Bookcase… bonsai tree… computer… charred table.’

‘Good job, but don’t worry about the chabudai.’ Shoto’s cheeks darkened slightly. ‘Four things you can feel?’

Izuku had always been sensitive to touch, despite what his high pain tolerance might've implied, so he felt more confident with this one.

‘Stress ball, blanket, pillows… tatami.’

‘That was a lot quicker.’ Shoto furrowed his brow. ‘It’s good touch, right?’

‘Yeah.’ The corner of Izuku's lips quirked up for a moment in an attempt to be reassuring. 'Thank you.'

His friend nodded his head in acknowledgement.

'Three things you can hear?'

'Your voice.' He began, without giving it much thought. 'The rain noises… and my own voice.'

He was slowly starting to feel more like himself—his movements became fluid as he squeezed the stress ball, and his eyes were more focused than they had been. It wasn’t like being trapped in a bubble, it was more like a viscous liquid had been clouding his surroundings and was finally starting to evaporate.

'Two things you can smell?'

'Peppermint.' Courtesy of the teapot next to him. 'And you. The room smells like you.'

He desperately wished his filter would return before he could embarrass himself further. Luckily, Shoto didn’t seem to mind the comment.

‘That makes sense. After all, I’m the only one who works in this room.’ He paused for a few beats. 'Okay, last one: one thing you can taste? Don't worry if you can't think of anything. You've done really well.'

Usually, when Izuku was the one asking, he skipped that final sense. After all, most people would just reply with a confused “the inside of my mouth?”, but he supposed it was worth acknowledging.

'I…’ He paused as his taste buds identified iron. ‘I can… I can taste blood?'

Ignoring Shoto’s concerned look, Izuku poked his tongue around his mouth, until he found a freshly bitten wound. 'I must've started chewing the inside of my cheek at some point without realising… It happens a lot, I just don't usually register what I'm doing till after the damage is done, but it's nothing to worry about.'

His friend’s worry didn’t seem to dissipate upon hearing that, but after a few moments, he ultimately decided to let the issue slide.

‘That’s a conversation for another day.’ Izuku wasn’t sure which of them Shoto was promising that to. 'At least you're more vocal now. How do you feel?'

That was a loaded question. How was Izuku supposed to begin answering that?

Shoto seemed to read his thoughts. ‘That was a bad question. I’ll be more specific, what’s the first thing that comes to mind when I ask, “how do you feel”?’

‘Shit.’ Izuku snorted without mirth. However, that seemed to be the gateway for an elaboration. ‘I’ve never reacted this way before. It’s always been more erratic, not… yeah. I hated it. I couldn’t control my body.’

‘I can understand that.’ Shoto was earnest. ‘The first time it happened to me was during a training session with Endeavour when I was a child. The stress was too much, so my body shut down… only okaasan could get me out of it, but it took hours. I barely remember it, only that I was scared.’

‘That sounds awful.’ Izuku lowered his eyes.

‘Yeah, but my point isn’t to gain your sympathy, it’s to show that you’re not alone.’ Shoto paused. ‘You can talk to me… about anything.’

Izuku gnawed the inside of his cheek, before forcing himself to stop damaging the already wounded area.

He trusted Shoto—he really did—but he didn’t deserve to listen to Izuku’s turmoil; his friend had gone through so much worse that his own struggles paled in comparison. However, he remembered some of their earlier conversations, and how Shoto never flinched when he’d explained his failed dream of becoming a hero. He thought about all the times his friend had been open with him and accommodating when he spoke.

Izuku trusted Shoto… so maybe he should trust that he knew what he was signing up for.

‘I just… seeing him again after so long and with no warning.’ He began, trying to piece his words together. ‘I told myself to just get through the interaction, but I didn’t expect to spiral like this.’

‘I should’ve told you he was at the agency.’ Shoto pursed his lips, guilty. ‘It wasn’t scheduled in or anything, but when he showed up, I should’ve messaged you.’

‘It’s not your responsibility—you didn’t know I’d react that way. Plus, if I’m your friend then I guess I should’ve been prepared to run into him at some point.’ Izuku was quick to argue, but when he took a breath, he couldn’t help but sigh. ‘As you’re probably aware, we weren’t exactly best friends… Well, we used to be, before his quirk came in and I was diagnosed as quirkless.’

Shoto nodded deliberately, prompting Izuku to continue.

‘I used to follow him around a lot—he was familiar, and I didn’t really understand that I wasn’t wanted anymore—and soon, Kacchan started to make it more obvious that he didn’t want me around. He had a lot more friends—ones with cool quirks that would obey him—and I was… pushed around a lot.'

He intentionally omitted the specific details: verbal taunts and physical attacks. He didn't want to incriminate Kacchan more than he already had. After all, it was in the past now.

Izuku pressed his palms to his eyes. 'I just… I admired him so much—he had a great quirk and the bravery of a hero, and we both loved All Might—but… but I hated him.'

His voice turned into a whisper. 'I really did, and that somehow made everything worse because I really tried not to. Heroes aren’t meant to hate people… But I kept trying to placate him, hoping that he’d leave me be, but when it came to applying for high schools, I just couldn't simply make him happy.’

'He told you not to apply for UA, right?' Shoto asked, albeit it was obvious he knew the answer.

'Yeah.' Izuku replied anyway. 'Things got unbearable when I refused. The things he'd say, the things he'd do.' He swallowed thickly. 'It doesn't matter. When he got into UA and I didn't, that was it. Everyone laughed at me, because I never stood a chance in the first place. After we graduated, I never saw him again… until today.'

Ten years…

It had been so long, and as much as he tried to forget, he couldn't. He still had nightmares; he still flinched at loud, sharp noises; he still struggled with his self-worth.

He still had the scars.

His throat prickled, but he persevered, pulling back and staring at his hands instead of Shoto; he couldn’t bear to see his reaction just yet. 'He took me down that alley—I didn't want to, but I felt like I didn't have a choice—and I thought he was going to hurt me; follow through with one of his old threats- I shouldn't say that.'

He sighed, frustrated at himself. 'Anyway, instead… he apologised to me. Actually apologised. Like, it wasn’t a joke! I should've been happy. I should've forgiven him.'

Izuku dared not continue that sentence. Admitting it out loud would just solidify that he was a bad person.

'But you couldn't forgive him.'

Izuku broke.

For the first time today, tears built up, breaking the surface tension and running down his face without restraint. An accompanying sob escaped his lips and Izuku finally allowed himself to cry. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, like his reputation implied: he brought his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms to muffle his already quiet sounds—just like when he was little and tried not to draw attention to himself.

Part of his mind was screaming that even this was too much; he couldn't cry like this in front of anyone, not alone Todoroki Shoto. What would he think of him? How could Izuku show just how weak and pathetic he really was?

Yet those thoughts only led to more tears; more baggage to throw onto the already crushing pile.

He held his breath then, trying desperately to quell the crying, but it was futile. He only succeeded in making himself lightheaded and congested. His nose started to run and saliva built up in his mouth.

'I don't know how best to help you.' His friend admitted, just loud enough to be heard over Izuku's own thoughts. 'But I do know that it's okay to cry. I'm not judging you.'

How was he supposed to respond to that? Shoto was so kind; so understanding. He wasn't disgusted or disdainful.

But he should be….

'Would you-' Shoto hesitated. '-erm, like a hug… or something?'

Izuku's eyes immediately shot up to stare at him, exposing his gross face in all its glory.

'W-w-what?'

Shoto didn't seem put off by the snot and tears, albeit he did rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

'A hug, would you like one?' He clarified, confirming that Izuku had indeed heard him correctly. 'It's just… I'm not good with words, but I know physical contact can help alleviate pain. So I thought I'd offer.'

If this were a typical day, Izuku would turn bright red, stutter so much that he couldn't get his words out, and probably overthink to the point of exhaustion. However, this wasn't a typical day; while his face was blotchy and his mind was both overthinking and exhausted, he couldn't fathom his awkward crush right now.

In front of him was his friend—whom he adored in a way so unique—offering comfort, and Izuku was starving.

'Please.' He whispered, blinking as more tears stained his cheeks. He then wrapped his arms around his thighs and rested his forehead against his knees.

He could hear Shoto shuffle closer until they were side-by-side. After a moment, he shifted the blanket to accommodate them both, and slowly wrapped his arms around Izuku; one hand splayed out across his back, while the other reached around the front to cup the side of Izuku's head. Shoto then gently guided him to lean against his chest.

Izuku's entire body moved with him, putting all his weight against his friend, who willingly shouldered the burden with ease. In fact, he even rested his cheek atop his curls.

The relief was instantaneous: his body relaxed—basking in the positive touch—and a fresh sob escaped his lips. Shoto rubbed his shoulder with encouragement; repetitive, but soothing.

Izuku wasn't sure how much time they spent that way—quiet if not for his muffled sniffling—before his friend spoke again.

'I won't pretend to know what you've been through.' He murmured, each word careful. 'So feel free to tell me to fuck off, but I think, if you can't forgive him now, that's okay.'

Reactively, Izuku opened his mouth to counter, albeit Shoto beat him to it.

'And if you can't forgive him in a few months, a few years or never, that's okay too.'

Izuku's words died on his tongue and he swallowed heavily. It was like the entire concept was new: he never even considered a scenario where it was acceptable not to forgive Kacchan. After all, it was what the world preached—forgiveness was part of being a hero.

A sudden thought emerged.

'Have you forgiven Endeavour for everything?' He asked quietly. 'Not that you need to tell me.'

Shoto didn't answer straight away, contemplating the question first.

'No.' While the answer was firm, his tone sounded thoughtful. ‘And that’s okay too. It doesn't make me less of a hero.’

‘You don’t think you’re a bad person because of it?’ Izuku’s eyes widened, and he shook his head, almost jumping out of Shoto’s hold. ‘Not that I’m implying that you’re a bad person! You’re a very kind person and I think you’re amazing! Just… that was a pointless question.’

Shoto blinked once, lowering his arms.

‘He’s changed, which I accept and welcome, and we've moved on, but that doesn’t erase the past and the damage he's caused. I’ve forgiven myself, and that's enough for me.’ He scratched his cheek. ‘So, no. I don’t think I’m bad.’

Izuku nodded slowly. It made perfect sense—it was similar to his situation Kacchan—but convincing himself and rationalising his thoughts was still arduous.

‘I think I understand.’ He wiped away his tears, feeling more at ease. ‘Sorry for being like this.’

‘You have nothing to apologise for.’ Shoto was adamant; unyielding. ‘I’m just glad I could help.’

His small smile ignited a fresh wave of emotion through Izuku—his usual flustered affection for Shoto returning in full force. Mentally, he kicked himself for pulling out of their hug sooner than necessary.

‘Y-you did. Thank you.’ He flashed his own wobbly smile. ‘You’re…’

Perfect, amazing, I think I’m fall-

‘A great friend.’ He finished, admiring Shoto’s reddening ears.

‘You too, Midoriya.’

Falling...

🔥🔥🔥

Me [1740]: Just fyi next time I see you I am going to personally ram my foot so far up your arse you’re shitting icicles for weeks

Bastard Gremlin [1742]: Fuck off Icyhot

Me [1743]: Like I knew you were an asshole but really?

Bastard Gremlin [1749]: Deku told you everything then

Me [1751]: Left out some finer details but yh

Me [1751]: Enough for me to piece together the rest

Bastard Gremlin [1752]: Why do you even care?

Bastard Gremlin [1752]: How do you even know him?

Me [1753]: He's my friend. That's all you need to know, so dont bother replying.

Shoto stared at the screen a moment longer. In truth, he wanted to say more, maybe even follow through with his initial message, but Midoriya would get upset, so Shoto reluctantly put his phone away. However, as soon as it was secured in his pocket, it buzzed again. Rolling his eyes, he took out the device, expecting a snarky retort.

Instead, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1754]: Thank you for today, really

Me [1755]: You don't have to keep thanking me

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1756]: I know but I want to

Shoto's lips twitched with fond amusement.

'Texting Midoriya again?' Fuyumi commented dryly, not even looking up from the homework she was marking next to him. 'You're both insufferable.'

'You started it.'

Me [1758]: You can thank me by relaxing and going to bed at a normal time tonight

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1759]: I take it all back I hate u

Me [1759]: You love me 😇

Shoto paused then, cheeks heating up as he stared at his message. Why was he suddenly so warm? Why did anxiety pool in his stomach after he sent that message? Why was he getting more nervous the longer it took for a reply to come through?

He was just making friendly banter, like his old classmates taught him, yet it felt more significant when he was saying it to Midoriya.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1802]: I guesssssss 🙄

Shoto immediately felt himself relax; his stomach fluttering in a way that had started to become a common occurrence around his friend. He wasn’t sure if it was a bi-product of his quirk, now that he was using his fire more often, but it was strange that it was only when Midoriya was around.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1804]: Hey, I thought Id ask,you don’t have to or anything, but the HQA information session at the school is on tues and I was wondering, if you’re free, it’d be good to see you there? Even if you wore a disguise or something. Totally okay if not though!

Shoto tilted his head to the side, processing the message. He and Fuyumi had spoken about the session a lot over the past few weeks, but they'd given no indication that they wanted him there—why the change of heart?

'Fuyu-nee, Midoriya's inviting me to the HQA session.' He told his sister, not really sure what he was expecting her to say. 'Should I go?'

'I mean, you can if you want.' Fuyumi shrugged, albeit not dismissively. 'Whether it's supporting him or advocating your own knowledge, it might help. I certainly have no problem with it.'

Shoto nodded slowly in thanks, then turned back to his phone. He supposed in asking his sister, he was really just looking for validation, because of course, if Midoriya was inviting him to something, then he'd happily accept; he was just glad Fuyumi thought he was making the right choice.

Me [1807]: I'll be there :)

#tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #todoizu #izushou #todomido #dekutodo #midoriya sensei au #AgarJelly writes #teacher au #teacher midoriya izuku #quirkless midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #tw: self deprecation #tw: past bullying #tw: breakdown

[hanatagami]

Dad! All Might x Ojamajo! Reader (Part 3)

 i try to use “-” a lot and it may not be successful

https://youtu.be/didH5tJIGUU - the song that inspired it all, dont know it’s saying but the vibe inspired this story

Part 1  Part 2

It was the day of the wedding. Yagi was so excited he wasn’t sure what to do with himself, this is the happiest day he’s had…in awhile. He finds it very fortunate to be here and to be marrying the most perfect woman he’s ever met. To be gaining a family again, a kid again. Although if you’d asked him he’s had a lot more kids then that, the students he taught were all like his children. And they were all here at the wedding!

Well, all but one. But your picture was there, that he made sure of. It’d be in the first row, so it could see everything that happened.

Izuku, the best man but also the one to give his mom away, was currently helping him get ready in his room.

“You’ve gone through how many press conferences and meetings, and you can’t tie a damn tie?”

Bakugou was also there.

All might could only chuckle and rub his head sheepishly. It was true, he had never really been able to tie his tie. He always got someone to tie it for him, it was hard to do in his muscular form so he just never learned how.

He was lucky Bakugou had mellowed out in adulthood some, or he may have gotten a much worse scolding then that one. Or maybe it was his husband, Kirishima, standing in the room that gave Bakugou some much needed restraint.

“Give him a break, Kacchan, he hasn’t had a conference in awhile.” Izuku had chimed in from his position, having had just finished helping Yagi with his hair.

“And lets face it hun, it’s better to let a perfectionist like you do it anyways.” Kirishima joked from his position in the doorframe, already having gone through the same thing himself with his own tie.

“Whatever...” Katsuki had only growled in response.

“Ochaco just texted, apparently some more guests have arrived. I’m gonna go see if they need any help.” Izuku informed.

“Go, we don’t need you here anyways.” The snarky remark from Katsuki, as expected. He heard Kirishima trying not to laugh as he scolds Katsuki growing more quiet as Izuku walked down the hall. 

He took the moment to himself to admire the venue his mother and Yagi had picked out, it was really quite beautiful. It had a reception area just outside, all set up and ready for use.

Walking up to some of his old classmates, Izuku gave a brief explanation to them, instructing them to head towards the actual area for the vows while he took their gifts outside to the reception. He had gone outside and expected to be the only out there, but...

“Excuse me.”

Izuku jumped in surprise. He quickly turned around to see a (height) figure standing in front of him.

“Sorry, you startled me. Did you need something?” He was surprised that he didn’t hear you come up, especially since his senses had gotten pretty good since his time as a hero.

He didn’t recognize you. You weren’t a classmate or a family member, at least not any family member he knows of.

“This is the table for gifts, yes?” The mysterious stranger tils their head at him, hair falling gently over their face. His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the interesting clothes they had worn and the crystal that hung on a thread around their neck-

“Sir?”

“Oh, uh, yes! You can set it anywhere on this table.” He inches to the side a little, to stay out of the way of you placing your gift in its desired spot. Izuku was trying to wrap his head around your presence, a little difficult from  a little paranoia. What were the odds you were a villain, or the child of a villain coming to take revenge on the former number one hero?

But the security at this venue was tight, they made sure of it. There were a lot of heroes attending tonight, old and new, so it’s a prime event for disaster if a villain happens to hear of it. But observing your body language, your mannerisms, it didn’t seem like you were a villain, but then again you could just be a skilled actor. 

“So how do you know the bride and groom?” He asked in hopes of getting more information, and from the way you inched your head towards him and the expression worn on your face, it didn't come to a surprise to you.

“My parents are friends with the groom, they were close when I was younger, so I’m embarrassed to say I actually don’t know him too well.” You had given him an answer with closed eyes and an embarrassed look on your face, “They weren’t able to make it, so they had me come in their stead. I have the invitation if that helps? I understand its probably concerning for a stranger to be here in such circumstances.”

“O-Oh no! I wasn’t trying to imply something like that, I was just curious is all! I-I’ve just known the two for awhile and just haven’t seen you before...”

Ah.

Why were you making such a face?

“Yeah...I guess you could say we grew apart.” The wind had picked up slightly, enhancing the mood in the conversation. There was a story, an unspoken one that he couldn’t catch. A sad one. “Well, my family and him anyways.” You gave a sheepish chuckle and sent a smile his way, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Did you want me to tell him? He may be glad to see you.” Izuku couldn’t help but try and suggest a solution, he was a hero after all. Seeing someone in front of him hurting left a bad taste in his mouth.

“No it’s fine. No need to bring up such things right before the ceremony, I’m more then happy to speak with him afterwards.” There was something off about the way you said it. Maybe you didn’t want to speak with Yagi?

“I’ll see myself to a seat, I’m sure you have things to do as the son of the bride?” You chuckled as a way to ease out any creases that may have formed as you put a halt to the conversation.

You gave a smile as you walked past him, and something about that smile felt familiar. He just couldn’t tell why.

“Hey Deku! Can I get a little help?” He had heard Ochaco’s voice in the distance, and quickly his attention had drifted back to his to do list, the former encounter shelfed in his mind.

And for the day it stayed shelfed, it was easy to forget such a thing in all the excitement of the wedding. It was beautiful, and definitely one of the most exciting days of his life. He had never seen his mentor or his mother so happy before, and that made him happy too.

The vows were very wholesome, as expected of the couple, and as some may have guessed Yagi had a small hiccup, dropping one of the cards where he had written his self-made vows, but made a quick and goofy recovery.

The reception was beautiful too, the likes of Toru and Mina had made sure of that. The highlight was definitely the speeches though, every 1A graduate had one prepped, and although some were a little...interesting (cough cough Katsuki and Shoto), most were guaranteed to enact smiles, laughs, and even tears from the newly-weds.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, when his mother and -now- father had gone to the gifts, that Izuku even remembered his encounter with the mysterious stranger earlier that day. Because when the couple had reached your gift, no one had come up to say it was theirs, and Izuku had to explain.

“A former friends kid, you say?” Yagi had looked down at the wrapped gift in confusion, his wife looking at him in curiosity. It seems that all former friends were accounted for, if at least all the ones who had kids at some point.

“Well why don't you open it and see, maybe there's a card inside?” The bride has suggested, sending a smile to her husband.

He can’t help but smile back at her, before gently unwrapping the gift.

In his hands sat a brown box, which upon opening revealed a small porcelain fairy in a dancing position. He gave the cranks a couple of turns and watched as the fairy begin to spin in place, as a soft and beautiful melody rang through out the room.

It carried a feeling of nostalgia, of love, and of longing. It was a simple song, but it carried impact.

Yagi’s grip on the box became firmer as the song flowed softly into his mind, bringing a rush of memories with it. Images of small hands, so small his own could eclipse them. He could remember how those hands showed him this exact music box so long ago, and he could remember so vividly the warmth of those hands when he gently took it from their hands. 

He remembers hearing the excitement in the child’s voice when he walked up to purchase it, and how they talked about it all the way home. So excited, so happy. The sound of their glee with the music from the box was one of the most perfect sounds he had ever heard.

He could see in the child’s face, a face imprinted in his mind to never be forgotten, how truly happy they had been when listening to their favorite music box. Without fail he could see the peace this song had brought that child every time they played it, which in turn brought him his own sense of peace.

The music rekindled a warm feeling in his chest he had forgotten he was missing. No, it wasn’t forgotten. Just put to rest.

The music told him a message that went unheard by others, because they didn’t understand what this box -this song- had meant. 

It told him that that child -his child-  had been here. They had entered this building and he was completely unaware. It had told him that his own kid had been watching over him from afar, just far enough to where he couldn’t notice.

 It had told him to spread the same joy this song had for his old family, and share it with his new one.

It had told him

 “ I’m happy for you Dad ! “

“Dear, are okay?” His wife, his beautiful wife, had called for him concerned but he almost couldn’t hear. His vision was blurry, tears clouding his eyesight and falling onto the fairy who had now stopped moving. He couldn’t stop the sobs that raked his body, but he tried so he could ask...

“Izuku...did they look healthy...happy?” Yagi had asked through heavy breathes.

Izuku seemed to have pieced something together that others hadn’t, or that others couldn’t. He remembered the distance the strangers voice held when speaking of the groom, the sad smile and look they had carried on their face. Most importantly, he remember the sad story that had been confided in him and his mother, of Yagi’s biological that had disappeared.

“...Yes.” Izuku could see the relief that fell over Yagi’s body upon hearing that. The weight that he had somehow been carrying for years had been lifted, if only by a little. 

The music had began to softly play once more, turned for Izuku had assumed was comfort. Yagi softly dropped to his knees, silents tears falling once more. It seemed his mother wasn’t too far behind himself in piecing things together. She held a warm smile as she crouched next to her husband’s shaking form.

“So they were safe. I’m so glad for you Yagi.” She had whispered gently in his ears as he leaned into her, the music box held dearly to his chest. 

Izuku had looked up into the night sky, it was covered in stars and it seemed to him like the moon was smiling from way up high.

“(Y/n), are you okay? You didn’t want to stay...?” Soso’s small form held your shoulder to provide her witch some comfort. You were flying high above the venue, using magic to help listen in on the events happening below.

“No. I’m fine. This way was...for the best.” You given your small fairy companion a soft smile. You didn’t acknowledge the small stream of tears that had run down your cheeks, surely illuminated by the moon glowing softly behind you. Soso didn’t acknowledge them either, instead holding her tiny form to your cheek to show her support.

You pat yourself lightly on your cheeks, making sure to avoid your fairies small body, “Well. Shall we get going?” 

“I’m ready if you are.” Soso had responded.

“Lets us go then.” You turn your head towards the smiling moon and began your flight back to the witch world, satisfied with your short, but eventful, visit.

#ojamajo doremi #bnha #all might #x reader #dad might #angst

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

Ao3 Link

Little Bakugo is so obsessed with Animal Crossing. He doesn't ever touch the game when he isn't regressed, but once his mind slows down and he relaxes into that state of mind, all he wants to do is play his game!

It makes the job of being his caregiver very easy. It is often Izuku that fills that role, and really, all he needs to do is make sure that his Kacchan is nice and comfy on his bed and has his Switch with him.

Izuku also has a Switch, and sometimes Kacchan will whine and beg him to play and they will go collect all the fruit on both of their islands together! Izuku secretly keeps planting more and more fruit trees on his island because he knows how much the blond loves doing that. So the more trees, the longer it takes to gather all of the fruit. 

It is just something that the two of them do together to pass the time. Kacchan really enjoys the game, and nothing can stop a tantrum in its tracks faster than placing the boy's gaming device in his hands with the game's loading screen up.

In fact, there had been one time when Izuku had been off campus busy with his work-study and couldn't be there for Kacchan when he wanted to regress. So he went to some of his other caregivers, Kirishima and Sero, to keep an eye on him while he was little. They didn't know the little trick to calm him down.

So when they told him that, no 'Suki, we can't color with you right now we have homework to do, and the tantrum of the century started, the two boys had to just suffer until the green-haired boy got there.

One quick text at the time of Izuku's usual arrival had said boy knocking on Kirishima’s door promptly. He was there for all of two seconds before he went over to Kacchan and picked him up to settle him on his hip — the small-minded boy knowing to wrap his arms and legs around him immediately.

"You wanna play our game, honey?" Izuku coos, easily carrying the blond with one arm and wiping his tears away with the other.

The other two in the room stared back with slack jaws. One, Katsuki never let anyone else pick them up, and two, the way his crying stopped and his face lit up so quickly at the mention of whatever their game is.

"Yes, pwease!" Kacchan grinned, tugging excitedly on Izuku's shirt. "Can we 'Zuzu?"

"Of course, kiddo! I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to," he answers easily. "Say goodbye to Kiri and Sero first though," Izuku's tone has turned a little stern and he tilts the little towards the two still staring at them.

Kacchan, reminded of the ill feelings he'd felt during his tantrum, buries his face in Izuku's neck and mumbles his goodbyes.

"Nu-uh," Izuku says gently, bouncing the boy on his hip to get him to stop hiding. "Proper goodbyes now."

"Literally how?" Sero asks in disbelief at the same time Kirishima says, "he listens so well to you."

Izuku sends them sympathetic smiles paired with a one-armed shrug (the other arm still occupied with holding Kacchan).

But then a hand unfurls from Izuku's shirt and waves at the other two boys, and then a second later Kacchan was picking his face up to look at both of them. "Goodbyeees... sowry for cryin, I really wan-ned my game..."

Kirishima and Sero nod and smile at him, still having no idea what game they're talking about. They tell him that crying is okay and that sometimes it is difficult to express your emotions while Kacchan just hides in Izuku's neck again.

Izuku, sensing their confusion, promises himself to text their caregiver group chat to explain what Kacchan is talking about once they get back to his room. He nods to both of them and leaves the room then, carrying the little over to the elevator.

Even though Kacchan's bedroom is right next door, Izuku knows both of their Switches are up in his room and he knows little Kacchan likes his place more.

"How are you doing, buddy?" Izuku asks while he switches what hip Kacchan is sitting on.

The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal Todoroki and Iida. The two step to the side to politely give the pair more room. Izuku smiles his thanks to them and steps on.

Kacchan hides more in his neck and Izuku can't help but bring his hand up to tickle at his chin, "hmm, Kacchan?" he prompts.

"I okay now that you got me's," he says honestly, mumbling it into Izuku’s shoulder.

"Awe," they both hear Iida coo softly.

Izuku grins, turning to him, "he is adorable isn't he?"

The three of them all agree and Izuku laughs lovingly at the soft embarrassed whines they all hear.

Their stop comes first and Izuku tells the other two his goodbyes before stepping past the doors. They make it to his dorm without issue after that and he gets Kacchan all tucked into his bed, kissing the blond on his forehead sweetly before stepping away to grab their gaming systems.

"I'm sure we have more fruit to pick if you wanna play together today?" Izuku asks as he plucks one Switch from the dock connected to his TV and the other from its spot on his desk.

When he turns around to hand the blond his device, he sees Kacchan spacing out staring at his own hands. Izuku coming into his line of sight doesn't change a thing.

Izuku understands immediately; it is one of Kacchan's tells when he is coming out of littlespace. He waits patiently for a couple more moments before he calls out the other's name softly, "Kacchan?"

"I'm okay," he says, voice cracking as he talks in his lower register once more.

Izuku smiles, "welcome back, how are you feeling?"

He only blinks for a second more before making eye contact with Izuku for a mere second before looking away. "I'm good, th-thank you for.. that..."

When Kacchan is big, he sometimes has a hard time showing his gratefulness. Izuku still appreciates any attempt he can get. He also knows there are some other questions he has still.

"You wanna come up fully or go back under?" Izuku is careful to keep his tone neutral and caring. He really doesn't mind either option for his friend, knowing that he'll be here for him either way.

Kacchan shrugs and waits a moment, thinking and staring at the Switch in his hands, before flicking his eyes back up to Izuku to gather his reaction. "Go back if you're okay with it?"

Izuku stretches his mouth in a big, proud grin. He comes over to sit on the bed next to him and gives him another forehead kiss (they are secretly Kacchan's favorite). "Of course, little one, you let me know when you are ready to play and I will get my game loaded up. For now, I am going to put away my books, okay?"

He waits until he has Kacchan's nod in agreement before getting up from the bed and dropping the backpack he had brought in with them. He knows that transitioning from his regular head to his little one can be a bit difficult for Kacchan sometimes, so he turns away to give the boy some privacy while he really does busy himself with putting his textbooks away in his desk drawers. They've been doing this for long enough that Izuku knows Kacchan's needs.

It isn't long before he hears, "otay, 'Zuzu! wanna go your island firsts."

Izuku smiles and happily grabs his own gaming console. He loves how simple-minded his little Kacchan can be sometimes.

"Sure thing, buddy, lemme open up my gates."

#agere #age regression #my hero academia #mha agere #useless.fanfics #mha #age regressor bakugo katsuki #sfw age regression #age regressor #caregiver izuku Midoryia #caregiver kirishima eijirou #caregiver sero hanta #tantrums #fussy littles #animal crossing #little kacchan loves animal crossing

[xxmaddyxx]

Midoriya x F! Mermaid! Reader

Request From:

oyasumimosura

Alrighty, so I would like to request Midoriya x mermaid! reader where they met at a lake when they were kids. Midoriya nearly got drowned when Bakuguo pushed him and (y/n) was there to save him. Midoriya at first thinks its her quirk buts she’s actually a real mermaid.

Thank you for the idea! <3 masterlist

Once again, some routy kids were disturbing your household. Your house was placed not too far from civilization, which worried your parents, but you enjoyed seeing kids run through the woods. It made you wonder what it was like to run on the grass and see the cool things humans do.

Your parents told you to stay in whenever people came poking around the lake, but curiosity got the best of your 7-year-old mind. You left the house and swam up the river to your favorite spot in the lake.

You sat on a rock under the bridge connecting two pieces of land and tried to listen to what the kids were doing. One sounded really loud and the other had more of a calm tone to his voice. "How old are they?" You wondered. Then, you were startled by the water being hit with something bigger than a skipping rock.

Whatever landed in the water was struggling and you were still trying to figure out what it was when you heard a loud "Kacchan!" come from it. Bravely swimming toward the drowning boy, you wrapped your arms around his waist and propped him up on your shoulder, getting his head above water. You made sure the other boys fled before poking your head above water to make sure he was still conscious.

His eyes were still open and staring at you in shock. You smiled and swam toward the land nearby. He sat on the edge of the bank and stared at you again. "Um- I-" He stammered, "Thank you!" He nervously yelled. You hovered there with your head above water, and finally let your mouth become visible.

"You're welcome."

"What's your name? I'm Izuku Midoriya!"

"Um..." You debated on whether or not to give the boy your name, because your dad told you to never even interact with humans. "It's y/n l/n." You shyly said.

"Wow, cool name!" He seemed nice enough. "What's your quirk?"

"Oh, I don't have one."

"Wait, how are you breathing water then?" You let the tip of your tail break the water's surface. "Are you an actual..."

You nodded. "I should go, bye Midoriya." You swam away back home.

9 years later...

At the age of 14, you gained the ability to freely swim wherever you like, with caution of course. You've seen Midoriya every now and then, but was too shy to say anything, fearing he might not remember you, or had heard about how "bad" mermaids are.

You had just turned 16 a week ago and your parents surprised you with quite the gift. You were given the choice to be able to walk with human legs for one week exactly, no more. Hoping you might be able to find this boy, you eagerly accepted and was led to the surface by your parents. Meeting a human scientist at the beach, you were given a shot of some sort of liquid.

Drinking it, your lungs felt like they were turning inside out, your tail was absorbing into your legs, and you felt queezy. The scientist helped you up and offered to let you stay the night at a nearby hotel.

You accepted and went into the building. The lights on the ceiling fascinated you, the floor felt so strange, and the sandals on your feet were difficult to get used to. She helped you to your room and showed you how the phone and TV worked. "Okay, I need to go now, please be careful out there and remember that in exactly 7 days, the entire process will be undone, so you need to be near water."

"Okay, thank you." She left and you immediately crashed in bed.

You woke up the next day, eager to begin your search for Midoriya. Not bothering to eat breakfast, you exited the building and wandered the streets. You saw plenty of people with green hair, but not the kind or exact color of his. The next street had a giant building next to it with a bunch of glass and a logo that read "UA" (ik what a coincidence)

The sight distracted you and you wandered into the vicinity, plenty of students dotted the campus of this place. They all looked your age as well, maybe Midoriya is here! You saw a boy with fluffy purple hair who looked like he hadn't slept in days, a pink girl, someone with a big black ponytail and-

"Hey, extra watch where you're walking." You had bumped into a boy with spiky blonde hair.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I wasn't-"

He walked away before you could finish. "Oh, okay." You kept walking and saw green hair! He turned around and was walking with a really tall guy with glasses. The both of you made eye contact and a sense of familiarity struck his eyes. You skipped up to him and hugged him.

"Midoriya, do you know her?" The guy with glasses inquired.

(Sorry, this is longer than I thought, I'm gonna make it two parts and hopefully it turns out well. Have a good day/night! Thank you again for the request!)

:) <3

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[decadentrot]

It is finally summer so i have the time to pump out a couple AUs out in the open cause they have been taking up too much free real estate in my brain (●'◡'●)

Ok so BKDK Nerd AU right:

Izuku and Katsuki are best buds as kids who live their life to the fullest until tragedy strikes. Izuku’s father gonna divorce his mom and leave his ass but as a parting gift he gives Izuku an All Might plush.

From there on, every traumatic experience Izuku has, Izuku will treat himself to buying a new hero plush and thats his coping mechanism. Basically at the tender age of 5, Izuku has developed the habit of retail therapy.

He finds out he's quirkless, ‘dont worry he has an all might doll to remind him to be strong in tough times.’ Kacchan starts bullying him, ‘ok let me buy that mirko doll to remind me that you always gotta keep going and stay determined.' His mom dies, ‘oh look a ms.joke plush to remind me to always keep smiling no matter what ( totally not b/c the green hair reminds him of his mom.’ Izuku gets sent to an orphanage, ‘ahh ill get a present mic figure. Maybe his confience can rub off on me and I’ll befriend the other orphans…’

At the orphanage he meets his roomie… dun dun dun Shinsou woo and at first they kinda ignore each other until Izuku wakes up at 2 am and feeling scared of this new environment and wants to sneak out to buy a new plush and sees his roomie also awake crouched over a laptop with over 300+ items on his amazon wishlist (hes even more aghast when he sees all of those items are cat related.) Nevertheless, together they enable eachother's bad shopping habits and become the resident disaster duo. Also Izuku decides not to go to the UA and instead decides to follow in his moms footsteps and become a nurse, while Shinsou learns of UAs difficult entrance exam and when inquiring about Izuku's ms joke plush, he decides to attend Ketsubutsu Academy where she works and try to learn to be an underground hero like her (I like to think shes also underground cause shes close to aizawa)

Meanwhile, Katsuki was never really one for plushes or dolls thinking thats soft shit but he always still kept the matching Endeavor keychain he still has when Izuku's father also got them when they were kids so he doesnt feel left out. Anywho he goes to UA, feeling like something is missing but adamantly refusing to admit he misses  certain green bean. He goes on grumpy and frustrated and eventually meet Shoto who sees the Endeavor keychain and gets angry at it to the point where he burns it and Katsuki is angry cause 'hey thats the last reminder of my connection to my childhood best friend' and Shoto gets angry cause 'what the hell he just said he wasnt gonna use his fire ever and he just broke his promise' They become ultimate rivals ™ which eventually turns into friends eventually in their UA years and they all work out their trauma together

Speaking of UA years, in this au I imagine there are a lot of differences but ill probably draw snippets of it later like for one All Might saves the students at the USJ but hurts himself and ends up in the hospital and surprise surprise Izukus there volunteering as a nurse (to get experience yk) and he ends up caring for Yagi-san and blabbers about heroes this and All Might that, unaware of who exactly he is talking to. I also like to imagine that Kota instead of being sent to live with his aunt, they think heroics are too dangerous and send him away to the orphanage for 'his own safety' and he become little brother to Izuku and Shinsou and slowly also becomes a hero plush fanatic ect 

The real meat of the story begins when everyones all graduated and grown up and debuted as heroes and Class 1a is asked to attend a hero con where they answer questions and give out merch to start a fan base and Izuku, Shinsou, and Kota are living their best lives in the crowd buying everything ‘woah look Hito-chan its Red Riot or woah is that Uravity yk they really captured her muscles in this figurine i boug- not that i was ogling her muscles no stop laughing at me Hi- OH MY GOD oooh cool its Creati and shes even using her cool quirk’ Meanwhile Katsuki is in his own personal hell at this convention and when overhearing a conversation, is flabbergasted his his classmates mention that this so called cute MEGA DORKY HERO FANATIC LOSER is going to all their stands and buying all their merch and complimenting them, but dares to IGNORE THE MIGHTY GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT'S MERCH?? I mean damn he may not like this aspect of heroism but he didnt sit through over 10+ hours of trying merch meeting discussing whether he wants ebony black or midnight black to be he color of his figure to be ignored. He didnt get woken up at 3am in the morning by his manger for his opinion on whether he wants to sell a 32 ounce or a 40 ounce hydroflask for this shit. So obviously he has to go and confront the nerd and he almost shits his pants when he realizes this mega loser dweeb is fucking DEKU!

Katsuki talks with him and eventually asks why he doesnt want to buy any of his stuff and Izuku ends up admitting that this merch, all this stuff is basically his therapy, when he sees these dolls he is filled with hope that he future is gonna get bad and he wont be haunted of the past and katsuki is the antithesis of that. Getting a Dynamight figure will just remind him of the past he wants to forget and while he loves Kacchan and believes in him and truly does believe he is destined for great things, he needs to let him go. Please Kacchan, let me let you go...

FUCK YOU DEKU! take my phone number and since you keep associating me with bad memories, well then lets go make new BETTER memories shitty nerd. And suddenly Izuku is hanging out with Kacchan again and Katsuki is giving it his 110% until he slowly but surely builds up Izuku's Dynamight collection.

The End lmao (hopefully i explained it well and you get the premise)

Bonus: RING RING RING "Hey Half and Half remember when you burned that Endeavor keychain... wanna help me burn down some other merch?"

#so thats the main au ill be focusing on #i mainly wanted to draw izuku and katsuki at the carnival winning plushies #i also just love quirkless izuku and the misadventurous he gets on when he isnt breaking his bones 24/7 #i also love the izuku/shinsou dynamic #and the shoto/katsuki dynamic #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #dkbk #dekubaku #bakugou x midoriya #class 1a #mha #bnha #DKBK Nerd AU #bakudeku

[dynaizuku]

i have been waiting for you

based on a given "i have been waiting for you" twitter prompt.

he's losing his mind. they said it would eventually get better in time, but he's convinced otherwise. 

sure, hero work was there as a good distraction, but when he was alone with his thoughts and feelings, that's when katsuki's thoughts go to, "all of these are happening because i'm being punished, and i rightfully deserve it."

he was steadily climbing the hero rankings, finally joining the top 10 after two and a half years since he went pro. of course he was happy because, fuck, he was so close to achieving his childhood dream of becoming the number one hero, but he just thought everything would've been more worth it if a certain green-haired hero was there with him.

***

izuku and katsuki both went to endeavor's agency after graduation, much to the surprise of everyone including endeavor himself.

the two were later on called the wonder duo.; their teamwork was the best that japan had ever seen and what made the people even more enamored about the duo was their history. it was no secret.

childhood friend turned bully, how they became proper rivals in UA, and how they slowly but surely mended their friendship through the years. 

katsuki never called izuku his hero name, which some found very weird in the beginning of their pro career.

"deku was something i came up with when we were kids," katsuki finally explained in one interview they did.

"kacchan," izuku was ready to stop his hero partner because he knew how difficult it had been for katsuki as well.

"nah, it's fine. if they've been following you since the beginning they have an idea now," katsuki shrugged before continuing, "i was that person who called him deku – useless." 

the blonde took a deep breath before continuing, "and even if izuku here has changed its meaning, the truth behind it still remains — i made it to mock him because i was an asshole who can't healthily express his emotions. i promised i won't call him that name anymore."

***

the people had different views of the bond between them after that, but izuku and katsuki learned to not pay much attention to them. the two learned that they didn't owe anyone explanations or whatsoever and their friendship was their own business. 

"those shitty extras are exactly that – just extras, on the sidelines. we don't have to explain everything to them!"

and that was the first time izuku ever approved of katsuki calling people extras.

***

one year into their pro career, the two decided to live together. "it would be easier, kacchan!" izuku convinced katsuki.

and yes, work did become easier, but feelings did not.

katsuki had been in denial for years and he should've known that living together would only make it difficult for him.

if you would ask katsuki, he would say it was very anticlimactic when he realized. it was their summer break, second year in ua.

he and izuku were in his room, catching up on some homework that aizawa dumped on them on their fucking summer break. 

katsuki was getting tired of writing and reading and was about to ask izuku if he wanted to eat something when he stopped and felt it.

izuku was so focused on whatever homework he was working on, doing his usual muttering and katsuki realized, "fuck... okay."

he acknowledged that the feeling had always been there, he thought it wasn't really a big deal. he thought and he knew that izuku deserves only the best, so he decided to just lock it all up. he thought the feelings would eventually fade. he thought wrong.

***

izuku was given an offer overseas. it was some sort of hero exchange program. of course, izuku had doubts about accepting it. katsuki only talked him through it.

"not everyone gets the same opportunity, nerd," katsuki told him.

"kacchan, i'm this close to being convinced you just want me to go so you can eliminate the threat," izuku joked.

"hah?! the fuck you talking about, shitty nerd?! no one is a threat to me!" izuku giggled and totally missed the way katsuki's cheeks flushed a bit.

"but... kacchan," izuku sighed after a while, "that's so far... far from my mom, from my friends..."

"it's just for one fucking year, izuku. you haven't even started and you're already planning on staying there for good," katsuki grumbled. "but seriously, grab it."

"kacchan..."

"and use every fucking thing you learn there to beat me. not like i'll let you."

the night of izuku's going away party was when everything katsuki worked hard for – feelings wise – came tumbling down.

he was drunk – drunk enough to not think properly, but not drunk enough to not have an idea of whatever the fuck he was doing.

"izuku~" he called. it almost sounded like a whine but was slurred. 

"oh, kacchan, you're drunk," izuku pointed out with a laugh, quickly helping his childhood friend to properly stand when katsuki almost stumbled.

"izuku~ i wanna tell you something," katsuki"s brain was telling him to just fucking shut up and just pass out, but his mouth had different plans.

"it's a secret so you have to come closer."

"oh, really?" izuku humored him. "okay, what is it, kacchan?" 

izuku leaned closer. "izuku... i love you. i fucking love love you."

katsuki woke up with the worst headache of his life the following day, but izuku looked worse. izuku looked like the one who got wasted.

"did you even fucking sleep?" katsuki asked. 

"you... did you mean it?" izuku asked instead.

it took a few minutes before he understood what it was. 

"please tell me you weren't just drunk out of your mind–" izuku sounded so... vulnerable.

"you know i never say things i don't mean."

"kacchan... fuck," izuku cursed, and he rarely ever cursed. "i... i can't go–"

"no, you—"

"kacchan, what the fuck? you expect me to go when the only person i ever loved just told me he loves me back?!"

katsuki's brain short circuited. drunk bakugou katsuki should never be allowed to speak at all!

"you... you love me?"

"for as long as i can remember."

katsuki wanted to scream and he didn't know if it was of happiness or frustration.

"kacchan..."

"izuku. you're going there and you're gonna be the best goddamn hero the world has ever known."

"but, kacchan—"

"i... i'll be here when you come back. i'm  not going anywhere."

***

katsuki was losing his mind. the last time he and izuku talked, the latter was still thinking whether or not he was staying for another year.

maybe the blonde hero had little regrets, pushing izuku to pursue greener pastures, but he really couldn't bring himself to totally hate his decision – their decision. izuku was happier than ever.

time zones were a bitch, but izuku always looked and sounded so happy in the photos and videos he sent. izuku would gush about the work there, about the things he learned. katsuki was happy for him.

but it had been three weeks since their last proper conversation. their communication never failed since izuku arrived there.

katsuki still sent messages daily, and most of them were just read. izuku barely replied and it was always, "sorry, kacchan. i'm just so tired."

he really did not want to think of the worst, but his brain was a fucking traitor.

he sighed, checking his chat history with izuku and saw how his last message was read.

"fucking love. so fucking annoying. who the fuck invented feelings," he muttered under his breath.

he was on his last stack of paper work when an explosion happened.

"oh, fucking villain can't even choose a better day to piss me off," he snarled as he stood up.

he jumped from the agency window and made his way to where commotion was happening.

it was a group of small time delinquents. this should be easy.

katsuki smirked and shouted, "you dumbass shitty villains should get ready to fucking die because–"

a flash of green lightning made him stop on his tracks.

but that was no lightning.

he almost stopped to just look at the man in front of him if he wasn't a damn trained prohero. he quickly collected himself and started working.

it was as easy as breathing air. some people would think it was stupid, but this was what they were.

the group was taken care of in a matter of minutes and katsuki swore this had been the most alive he felt in the past year.

"shitty nerd–" strong arms were wrapped around him. he chuckled.

"kacchan," izuku's voice wavered.

"i've been waiting for you," katsuki whispered, leaving a kiss on izuku's head.

they were too busy to care about everyone around.

"kacchan, i'm home."

#dynaizukufics #bkdk #dkbk #bkdk fanfic #mha fanfiction

[silverynight]

The roommate

<---Previous

Part XI

Bakugo's friends are great. Izuku remembers them from the last time he saw them in Todoroki's apartment. And fortunately, they don't look mad at him at all.

It seems like they want to be Izuku's friends too, which is honestly a relief. Those hate tweets about him haven't stopped haunting him for the last few hours, even though he's been trying to push them away.

Ashido pulls him into a hug almost immediately, she's grinning the whole time as she purposely ignores Bakugo's growls.

"I'm so happy you'll be spending time with us tonight. Blasty is so selfish and doesn't want to share you with us!"

"That's because he's my boyfriend, not yours, Pinky!"

"But he can be our friend!"

"I'd love that," Izuku says sincerely and suddenly Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari are hugging him while Ashido sticks her tongue out at a very grumpy Bakugo.

However, Izuku can tell Bakugo is not actually mad at any of them.

They're trying to embarrass Bakugo in front of him the whole night by telling him a couple of silly stories; they actually help Izuku relax a lot and make him feel better.

Until he notices Kaminari grimacing at something on his phone and of course Izuku knows it can be anything and he tries to let it go, but the guy with yellow hair suddenly looks at him with concern.

"Maybe you should stay away from Twitter for a while, Midoriya."

Izuku doesn't ask because he already knows, he just nods and tries not to think about all those hate tweets he read a couple of hours ago.

But it's really difficult. He feels his eyes getting wet, but he tries to fight the tears with a fake smile.

Unfortunately, Bakugo notices.

"What is it, Izuku?" For the first time, he doesn't want Bakugo to be soft or to touch his cheek gently, like he's afraid to break him, because Izuku feels completely vulnerable at the moment.

"He already read those tweets," Ashido guesses correctly, prompting him to start tearing up. Sero hits Kaminari on the back of his head and scolds him for bringing Twitter up in the first place.

"It's not his fault," Izuku sobs, letting Bakugo pull him into his arms. The pro hero is just using one arm to hold him because he's using his other hand to type on his phone, aggressively fighting some of the tweets. "Your PR is not going to like it. At least don't answer to them with your main account."

"Too late, Izuku," he says, smirking mischievously. "Besides, half and half has been doing the same. But he doesn't know how to insult people properly; I might have to teach him a thing or two..."

"Please don't, Kacchan..."

"Speaking of Todoroki, I think you should call him, Blasty," Ashido says suddenly. "Tell him to meet us here. I have an idea."

***

Todoroki comes right after his shift, he hasn't even taken his hero suit off, which prompts Izuku to immediately feel bad about it.

"Shoto... You should be resting, this is not that impor–"

Todoroki cuts him off with a soft kiss on the lips before sitting at his right side; the people in the restaurant are doing their best to pretend they don't care about all the pro heroes in there.

Izuku doesn't want to think about them typing on their phones at the moment.

Bakugo leans closer and presses a kiss on Izuku's temple before rubbing his back gently. Ashido and Kirishima try to explain the situation to Todoroki, although it seems like the pro hero already knows part of what's going on.

"I don't like when they talk about Izuku like that," he says then, taking one of the green haired man's hands in his.

"Listen, I know you've been on separate dates with the green cinnamon roll here," Ashido begins, smiling at the three of them. "But I think you should start dating Midoriya at the same time. Show everyone that you're more than okay with this."

The thing is... Izuku is not exactly sure they are, but when he looks at Bakugo, he is smirking right back at him.

"That's not a bad idea, Pinky."

"But are you really okay with this?" Izuku asks because he has to, he needs to make sure this is not going to make them feel bad.

"We're okay with whatever makes you feel better," Todoroki assures him and even though the response worries him, Izuku can tell they are determined.

When they're outside the restaurant, Todoroki gives him a hug and another kiss on the lips.

"I have to go back to the apartment to sleep, but I'll see you two tomorrow so we can hang out with my friends."

After he walks away, Bakugo pulls Izuku back into his arms again.

They go back to Bakugo's place and they watch a superhero movie while cuddling on the couch.

"Are you sure about this, Kacchan?"

"Of course, nerd. Stop worrying about it and let me watch the movie," Bakugo says, pressing a couple of kisses against Izuku's face, until he relaxes into his arms.

However, he still worries, he can't help it; he hasn't asked any of them how is this going to change the fact that he has to choose one of them. What's the point of making it look like they want to date him at the same time when he's going to stay with one of them eventually?

This is a mess, but Izuku doesn't know how to fix it.

***

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