#and Izuku's core memory of Katsuki is him being a hero

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So we're all aware of the running joke that Izuku does not remember the iconic river scene,

This one right here. The one that Katsuki is constantly referring back to as "the moment where it all went wrong" and being all dramatic about. His core memory of Izuku being a hero.

But I raise you this... Katsuki does not remember this scene,

This is the scene where a young Katsuki has just finished winning a fight against some older kids that were being bullies.

The scene that is Izuku flashes back to when thinking about Katsuki's heroic nature.

Because Katsuki does not remember a time when he stood up to Bullies instead of being one.

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MHA's River Scene Symbolism - How to Build a Narrative Around a Simple Scene

As the My Hero Academia manga approaches its long-awaited final chapters, I thought it would be good to talk about one of the most important, but also most generally misunderstood moment of the series - Bakugou falling into the river as a kid and Deku trying to help him.

Let me start off by saying that Kohei Horikoshi is great at visual storytelling. In order to understand why he can write redemption stories so well, one has to look at the literal meaning and symbolism behind his panels. Bakugou and Deku's childhood memory, while being the start of their broken relationship, also serves as the first core symbol in the manga that later takes on many different forms. Hands- as Horikoshi says - are very expressive and tell a lot about a person. Shigaraki, for example, has hands all around his body which are tragic reminders of his origin. But what about the panel that started it all?

Bakugou and Deku are intertwined narratively

First of all, we have to talk about just why Bakugou reacted the way he did. Horikoshi's message in the story seems to be that if there's something wrong on the level of society, personal relationships can reflect that same state. The hero society favors those who have powerful and flashy quirks, making them heroes who fight those who were born different than the norm and went down on the wrong path a.k.a. the villains.

Even before getting his quirk, Bakugou could feel that he was different than Deku. He was naturally gifted in many areas, lived a comfortable life, and was praised for the smallest of things by the adults and children around him. If we add his natural brazen personality that he inherited from his mother, Bakugou was a kid both gifted and appreciated by the society. On the other hand, little Deku who lived in the same neighborhood was quirkless, plain, not outstandingly talented at anything and naturally shy and introverted. For Bakugou, who gained the ego of the size of the Moon, it made perfect sense that Deku ended up being quirkless - after all, Deku was unremarkable even before that from the perspective of the collective whole, and him being quirkless only reinforced the idea that Deku was below him. He wasn't outright hostile towards him, but he made clear Deku was someone who should always walk behind him because Bakugou is superior than him.

Until little Katsuki fell into the river. It was a simple moment, but changed their relationship forever. Because little Izuku who was supposed to be a loser ended up the only one who tried to help him. Because Deku showcased that he had the heart and selfless nature of a real hero, something Bakugou didn't have. But Bakugou was supposed to be the remarkable one, so was Deku mocking him by trying to help him? Was he saying that Bakugou needed help because Deku was better? Because this was what Bakugou started to think and became the source of his inferiority complex - he had to prove to himself that he was better by belittling Deku. Not a nice thing to do by any means, but a natural response from a kid whose whole world was shattered in that single moment.

The funny thing is, Deku and Bakugou's reactions stem from the two sides of the same feeling - when you realize someone has something that you don't. Izuku admires Bakugou because he's talented, brave and strong, something which Deku aspires to be (that's why he calls him his "Image of Victory"). Bakugou is afraid of Deku because he's naturally selfless and kind, so he wants to push him away in order to feel better about himself. Bakugou doesn't hate Deku, he hates what his presence in his life represents - that he's not the center of the universe and has to learn as a hero.

Bakugou and Deku both learn from each other in the story in order to become the best versions of themselves. Deku imitates Bakugou when he wants to be brave and improve his moves, while Bakugou's redemption journey is centered around his regrets about Deku. Interestingly they are also both each other's first "save" when their bodies moved without thinking.

Reaching out a hand

The river scene is the core of one of the most important themes of the series - helping those who might not need it and accepting the help that is given to you. Bakugou regrets not taking Deku's hand and not seeing his kindness, the same hand that is able to reach many others and inspire them, like Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Kota or even Shigaraki. Deku doesn't believe that Bakugou would ever want to receive help from him. Horikoshi visually paires this idea with the transfer of OFA - we see the users reaching out a hand to pass on the power.

The first OFA user is saved by the second who offered his hand to him. Funnily enough they resemble Deku and Bakugou, even AFO notes it. Whether it's the reincarnation of their will, or just visual parallels, the first OFA transfer happened because a person reached out to another. The manga's message is that one's soul can be saved if they are willing to accept the help others offer and are willing to change themselves for the better. Endeavor and Bakugou both died symbolically to reborn as better people. Shoto was able to reach Touya in order to save his soul. it doesn't mean the villains will be model citizens after these acts, but it's more about the spiritual cleansing of their souls, even if they die.

Deku offered his hand to Bakugou who refused to take it and went down on the path of bad. Years later, Bakugou understands that even if they are the ones who know each other the best, both of them misunderstood the other and regrets not accepting Deku's kindness. He apologizes surrounded by rain. a great call-back to how he was drenched in water and Deku willingly did the same to help him - now Bakugou lets the water cleanse his soul while he shows his most vulnerable side to the person he was afraid of and hurt the most. It really shows how Horikoshi was able to build a great narrative centered around one simple, seemingly unimportant moment that happened between two kids. It has become a great scene that highlights the problems of the hero society, how characters become heroes by offering help to those who need it, and how one can change by atoning for their sins (like what we see with Endeavor as well).

And most importantly, the river scene tells us how one doesn't need a quirk to be a hero if they have a selfless heart, and how Deku has always been and always will be a hero even if he loses OFA.

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Character Analysis: Bakugou Katsuki. Part 3

As always: Disclaimer: This is for fun. I am not a professional psychiatrist, nor claim to be. These are my thoughts and opinions. If you do not agree, thank you for at least reading, but DO NOT comment!

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Bakugo Katsuki acceptance.

This layout interesting. That’s because it’s not a linear course of events. But instead it shows the contrast between Katsuki’s conflicting beliefs.

Starting with the two memories on the right. Katsuki starting belief “I am superior.” Then to be proven that he is not. Which starts breaking into his insecurities. At that, he’s very uncomfortable understanding or managing. But instead of accepting to understand these emotions he fights back.

Then we have the two pictures at the far left. Where he needs help and is feeling of desperation but refuses the notion of Izuku saving him. He was physical vulnerable but his beliefs wouldn’t accept someone lesser as his hero. But next to that we see him accepting the notion to work with Izuku, even if temporary.

This a sharp contrast to everything he believes in growing up. It shows how much progress he’s done to break down his beliefs and questions them. Questioning the concept of “perfection” and if he even deserves to be helped. To be able to question his self worth is a huge step for him.

Now for the 3 middle images. Katsuki is at his lowest again, but this time he has new skill sets to help process things. At this point he have heard genuine admiration by the adults he looks up to. Along with having Best Jeanist as a mentor also helped challenge in internal beliefs.

I can only assume that while under Best Jeanist, Katsuki was being truly seen by an adult. Since growing up, adults were the only source to know where his self worth was. It is proven with the right help and encouragement a child’s self confidence can grow.

I like to believe Best Jeanist became a therapist to Katsuki. Where Katsuki learned to communicate and express in a safe environment. We see how he values his mentor. Which gives evidence to my suspicions.

But because Katsuki still is struggling to be emotionally vulnerable, he still tries doing things he always done. So when he challenges Izuku, it’s more along the lines that old habits die hard. Yet, when he sees that fighting isn’t getting the results he’s seeking he finally breaks down.

Katsuki has always been blamed for smallest mistakes. So, this has more of an impact on him because of his core beliefs making him take this as his fault. He does not see or comprehend anything outside of it’s because of him.

Up until this point, because of Katsuki mixed beliefs has him at a crossroad. So, he turned to someone who has always been there from his highest moments to his lowest. He finally accepted that he needed help and that nobody would be worthy enough than the person who has always reached out to him.

Due to finally allowing himself to be vulnerable he comes to a realization. Being vulnerable is ok. Allowing oneself to express and experience different emotions feels like a burden has been lifted. Katsuki even allows himself to accept genuine support without fighting back or performing.

We see this growth in accepting that his previous beliefs were wrong. That he’s not alone and can safely be himself. And due to this acceptance of self he also allows himself to re-evaluate all his past actions through a different mindset.

Katsuki admitting certain aspects of himself is still a struggle. But he comes to a lot realization that he’s struggling to process. So, for him being worried isn’t just due to past mistakes. This isn’t just about making up for his actions. Katsuki is also attempting to return the hand Izuku always gave him.

But Katsuki’s old habits still has him struggling with communicating verbally. Up until this point, his verbal breakdowns were all with intense self worthlessness being the focus. And when he experience a lost he does not know how to handle, is where the final wall of his belief system breaks down.

Where actions speaks louder than words. Katsuki always having to perform never thought about questioning this one simple yet impactful belief. So, to have Izuku just leave after Katsuki worked so hard to show that he’s doing better, it breaks him. For once he’s rejected by the one person who had never done so. To him this is a fail.

And the way Katsuki reacts to failure, time and time again, is a full panic attack. But this time he has nobody to blame for this failure. There’s no fingers to point, no one person to accuse. There’s not even a point of references on how he’ll be able recover from this failure.

But unlike the many times before, he does have better coping skills. He now has a different point of view on what is and isn’t possible. Yet, it takes some time for him to allow himself to process his emotions. Because the major skill he has learned to put into practice is acceptance.

He has to accept his failure. He has to accept the emotions that is washing over him. He has to accept the rejection that he feels. He has to accept every last ounce of thoughts and feelings for him to move forward. And when he’s done he is able to think clearly on what his next step is.

The next step is to vocally express his thoughts. Katsuki’s apology is much more than just stating that it was never Izuku’s fault. He’s apologizing for not accepting his own flaws. He’s apologizing for putting the blame on Izuku when that never should have happened. He’s apologizing for feeling so inferior that putting down someone else was all he could do.

The key component I took from this apology was that Katsuki is telling Izuku that it was never Izuku’s fault. That Katsuki blamed Izuku for something he never did. And when he states he doesn’t expect things to change, it has a double meaning.

Things between Katsuki and Izuku has long been changed, but I don’t believe Katsuki sees this. With how trapped he is struggling his belief system, he’s blind to what’s in front of him. So when he says “change” I took it as he’s referring to his dynamic with Izuku.

Katsuki’s and Izuku’s dynamic had long changed up until this point. But I don’t believe Katsuki is aware of this. Because of his internal struggles he seems to take information as symbolic, compared to Izuku. And because of self worth, he doesn’t believe that change is possible.

This apology also came off as a plea. Almost pleading Izuku return, if not for Katsuki than for everyone else. Katsuki insecurities doesn’t see him worthy to plea for himself. But he would do anything to that not fail again.

Which this all comes back to how Katsuki fully and whole accepts that the core belief of “perfection” is wrong. He accepts he isn’t this ideal and takes in all his flaws. Katsuki comes full circle back to the day Izuku reached out to him. That Katsuki is just another person and it’s ok to accept help.

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Part 1 Part 2

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That’s that. Next will be Izuku. If you think I missed anything please leave a comment.

#mha #bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #childhood #self accepectance #internal conflict #kacchan #psychoanalysis #character analysis #personal observations

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“Izuku Midoriya: Origin” Dissection

Katsuki Bakugo Desperately Wanted to be the Main Character

Contents

I: Intro

II: The Essence of Arrogance

III: Aggressive Fan Behavior

IV: Aggressively Believing in Someone You Don’t Like

V: Unprecedented Karma

VI: Less Aggressive Wrap Up

I: Intro

Katsuki Bakugo… Although he’s the most loved character, he’s the abuser to our abused main character. Regardless of his abuse, he recognizes his victims attempt at being heroic despite being quirkless and that pisses him off… and that kinda continues for the first 100 chapters but that’s besides the point.

We’re delivered this arrogant, cocky, spikey haired punk and we all immediately learn to hate him. If you say you never hated him pre-character development, you’re either lying or you’re a sadistic asshole. (Sorry not sorry)

II: The Essence of Arrogance

Not only does Katsuki think very highly of himself but he also looks down on everyone around him. Almost sees them as subpar humans with the way he addresses them as “extras” naturally.

Not only that but, we’re also shown that his inspiration to be a hero is as follows:

III: Aggressive Fan Behavior

Katsuki seems very confident and is absolutely LOVING his spotlight until someone mentions that none other than quirkless Izuku is also aiming to get into UA.

After his mention the class bursts into laughter towards Izuku for even thinking that he’d get into UA. Everyone except Katsuki, which is easy to miss because you’d think that the guy that’s been revealed to have been bullying Izuku since the ripe age of fucking 4 would be absolutely hysterical at the thought of Izukus thought to even apply. Or you’d think he’d just ignore him and brush him off because he’s so confident that Izuku wouldn’t get in. Knowing he’s better than the rest of the class meant he knows he’s infinitely better than literally the only quirkless kid in class, right?. Right??

Wrong. He gets pissed off and defensive showing that he’s still the same four year old that beat up little Izuku in the park ten years prior to this moment. He’s the same asshat that most readers wanted to punch in the face after reading just the first few pages of chapter one.

IV: Aggressively Believing in Someone You Don’t Like

Learning that Izuku is also trying to get into UA enrages him so much that he feels the need to emotionally and physically abuse Izuku. Despite earlier when getting compared to his peers, he just shit talked and expressed his giant ego. This reaction leaves us hating katsuki even more and asking ourselves why??

It’s not just him feeling like he’s above Izuku. It’s the same reason every bully bullies. He let his own insecurity blind him because he knows Izuku can be (and will, if he gets into UA) a far better hero because of his reckless sense of defense and protectiveness, no matter the consequences.

He kills Izukus hope because, despite being the harshest, he shows the most faith in him. He’s the only one in his class that knows Izuku could get into UA if he tried, which is why he went too far.

Even his lackeys think Katsuki went too far but Katsuki justifies it by saying he’s convinced that Izuku is “messing” with him. But he’s lying cuz the drink in his hand says “lip service”. Essentially it means he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. @/binabees_ on TikTok explains it really well, her video about it is pinned, go watch it, or else.

Then we all know what happens next… I hate to call it what it is but it’s literally instant karma.

V: Unprecedented Karma

He gets swallowed by the same villain that swallowed Izuku earlier and no one is doing anything to help him. No one except Izuku.

And like before, he’s pissed off at Izukus blatantly natural ability to be heroic without even thinking about it. He’s pissed off that it’s Izuku, of all people, to come to his rescue. He’s given a core memory and it results in a turning point in Katsukis character. A turning point for better and worse (only for a while).

VI: Less Aggressive Wrap Up

After his near death experience, he gets senselessly praised and looks visibly uncomfortable? The same Katsuki who, earlier that day, was showing off and boasting about his skill in class. The same Katsuki who expressed that being a hero meant fame, money, and glory for him in the future. And he’s uncomfortable at the praise he’s receiving from Pro Heroes.

Why??

He’s convinced that if he can’t save himself, he’d rather not be saved at all. It’s this mindset that leads to him not getting his provisional hero license later on because he doesn’t just apply the mindset to himself, he applies it to citizens and the people around him as well.

He doesn’t take the praise because he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve it, and he doesn’t. He almost died and he would’ve if Izuku didn’t stop the villain from suffocating him. He did nothing deserving of mindless praise. He was attacked and should be having someone comfort him (or attempt to, knowing he wouldn’t like the comfort either), not tell him how cool his quirk is like he didn’t just almost die. (I hate the heroes in this chapter)

(This scene is also meant to show that Izuku and Katsuki parallel each other whether they like it or not. Izuku being a kid who stays true to himself with the world working against him with selfless goals and ideals. Katsuki being a kid who feels the need to show off despite the world already propelling him forward and giving him mindless praise for his quirk and bravery but having selfish goals and ideals)

And of course he’s convinced that Izuku had ulterior motives to saving him resulting in him chasing Izuku down just to call him out. (Fan behavior if you ask me)

At the end of the day, no matter how much of an asshole katsuki is shown to be it’s made pretty clear from the beginning that he’s not just some conveniently placed side character written in order to give our main character some trauma. He’s not a protagonist or antagonist. He’s our deuteragonist. It’s made clear that he’s going to be apart of this story just as much as Izuku is, despite his shitty introduction.

(Although, his story revolves around Izuku way more than Izukus story revolves around him)

Katsuki Metas

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feel alive. (bkdk fluff)

bakugou courting deku in the old fashion ways and being ridiculously good at it—much to everyone's shock. 

 They think the loud-mouthed and rude blond boy would be clumsy and awkward with displays of affection. But they don't understand just how off track they are, because...

when Katsuki Bakugou wants something? He does his damn best to get it.

Once he decides to court Deku, Bakugou pulls all the stops. He serenades the other boy, buys him flowers and little gifts, walks him everywhere, and even opens doors for him.

(Not that they’d admit it out loud, but It's terribly fascinating to the rest of class 1-A.)

 A month or two into the whole ordeal, Katsuki corners Izuku with a very enthusiastic bakusquad at his heels and plays sappy love songs on a well-worn guitar covered in that once belonged to Masaru. His voice is raspy, a little nervous but still in-tune, and the other boy thinks he’s perfect.

He starts lending Izuku his jackets too. Sweaters, denims, all sorts of outer wear whenever the other boy even looks the slightest bit bothered by a breeze. Midoriya, for his part, is extremely flustered by the whole thing and tries to return all of them as soon as possible. Ochako and Tenya relentlessly tease him when one day, he walks in with a letterman that loudly displays the letters ‘BAKUGOU’ across its back.

It's juvenile, and a little silly—but Bakugou also perches himself atop his balcony at night, sneaking over to Deku's dorm room as if he were a wiley delinquent instead of an upstanding hero student. He throws rocks at his windows until Deku comes out and they watch the sunrise together.

When they go on dates, Bakugou foots the bill until Deku eventually foots *him* and insists on splitting it. Sometimes, they compromise and order one milkshake with two straws. 

 There are stars, in Deku's eyes. Maybe they've always been there, or maybe they never were.

It’s not as if Bakugou can tell the difference when his gaze grows soft and a warm fire crackles at the core of his heart. It's ferris wheels and drive-in movies and road trips and festivals with them. It's hiking and smuggled drinks, big teddy bears and stolen fries.

'He's always made me feel like this,' Izuku would think, sand underneath the soles of his feet and the cool metal of their promise ring strung against his sternum. Memories of concrete between the blades of his shoulder and bloody noses give way to soft kisses and a warm body hugging his own. 

'He's always made me feel alive.'

#bkdk #bakudeku #katsudeku #ktdk #decchan #izukatsu #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsu #kacchan #dynamight #hope this isnt bad for my first post! #izk's writing

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

hear those bells ring: chapter 3 (a deaf!bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Bakugo wakes up with his hearing and a bunch of questions.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Blood, descriptions of gore, and adult language.

A/N: Sorry for the wait on ch 3, I had to work over the weekend. Anyway, hope you enjoy! 

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

Ao3 Link: Here

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 2 Tumblr Link: Here

Bakugo woke up confused, disoriented, and pissed off. 

He bolted upright, the taste of smoke and ash still on his tongue, but when he whipped his head from side to side, there was no fire, no burning asphalt, no villain, only the empty, dark expanse of his apartment. 

But something was still tugging at him, fucking incessantly, and it took him a moment to realize it was his phone alarm. 

Red eyes flicked to the device on his bedside table, and even though its continuous siren was like nails on a chalkboard, Bakugo found himself unable to move, unable to stop it. 

Because he could hear the alarm. Clearly. Loudly. 

He hadn’t been able to hear his phone alarm in weeks, not really. It was nothing more than a muffled tone that petered out toward the end as it rose in pitch and frequency. Thankfully, Bakugo’s internal alarm got him up most days around the sun, but he’d been late to morning patrols a handful of times. 

But now… 

Numbly, Bakugo finally reached out and tapped his phone. His ears rang slightly in the ensuing silence, but it was barely perceptible, nothing like the perpetual buzzing he’d been living with, like a hive of bees had taken up residence in his head. 

The quiet, after so long, was almost… unsettling. 

And it was all because of that woman. He was sure of it. 

Bakugo pressed his lips into a thin line as he thought about you, the memories of last night flooding back. The blurry image of your face, crouched over him, splattered in a thin mist of red blood and dusted with white plaster. He couldn’t remember much from right after he blasted that villain into the fucking dirt. He remembered the feel of glass breaking around him, and pain, a lot of fucking pain, but then it was black until you appeared. When he’d opened his eyes and met yours, he recalled thinking he should be in more pain, but then you spoke to him and derailed all coherent thought. 

Because he’d heard you. Clear as fucking day. 

That immediately drew his attention, and so did the blood all over your hands. 

There was a lot of it. Way too fucking much for nicking yourself on some glass or whatever bullshit excuse you gave. And Bakugo knew it was bullshit. You weren’t a convincing liar. Well, maybe to some idiot extras you would be, but not to him. He clocked the way you stuttered, the way you fidgeted and averted your eyes. And when you looked at him… fuck, your face was so goddamn guilty. 

Why, he had no idea. 

But he did know one thing. 

You had a healing quirk. There was no other explanation. 

Even if he hadn’t just miraculously recovered the hearing that a doctor told him he would never get back, there were a lot of other little discrepancies. His left arm, for one. Bakugo remembered how it felt when the villain’s asphalt wrapped around his limb, the burning, scalding agony of it. But now, the skin was just pink and barely blistered in some places. 

Then there was the blood. 

When he’d gotten home after ditching the crime scene, Bakugo had immediately beelined for his bathroom to take a shower. But, when he stripped off his hoodie, he realized it was heavier than it should be right before he noticed it was dripping onto his floor. Dripping blood. Without thinking, he’d wrung the hoodie out on the bathroom floor, and a fuck ton of red liquid seeped out of it. 

He had immediately dropped the jacket and started scanning his body in the bathroom mirror, but besides the shallow gash on his abdomen, the burned arm, and a few other minor scrapes and bruises, he was uninjured. 

But… his back was coated in red, and so were the seat of his dark jeans and boxer briefs. It was almost like… he’d been lying in a pool of blood. 

So, you had to be a healer. You just had to be. 

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to confirm this since the cops had been circling you like vultures. He also hadn’t wanted to be bitched at by any more heroes, or the fucking media, so he made himself scarce. 

But he needed to see you again. Needed to hear the truth from your own mouth. 

And maybe he could coax you into a deal. 

The doctor Bakugo spoke to yesterday obviously hadn’t known what the hell he was talking about. He had made it sound impossible to fix the blond’s ears, and yet you’d somehow done it easily, in the middle of a fucking battlefield. 

With that kind of power, Bakugo wouldn’t have to worry about going deaf or designing stupid hearing aids with some company. 

With that kind of power, Dynamight would become Japan’s Number One Hero in no time. 

But first, he had to find you. 

Resolved, Bakugo shoved the covers off and slid out of bed, but before he could make it to his bathroom, someone started knocking on his front door. 

No, not knocking. Banging. It sounded like they were trying to break the fucking door down. 

“Bakubroooooooo!” 

“Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Bakugo grumbled as he padded to his front door. He was only dressed in boxer briefs, but that’s what the idiot got for barging over so early in the damn morning. 

The banging persisted, growing louder and more fervent. 

“I’m fuckin’ comin!” the blond shouted just before he undid the deadbolt and wrenched open the door. 

Eijiro Kirishima, dressed in his Red Riot costume, blinked on the other side of the threshold, his fist still raised to knock. 

“What the fuck, bro?” he asked after a moment of just staring at Bakugo. 

The blond immediately scowled. “That’s my fuckin’ line. What are you doing breaking down my door at six in the damn morning?” 

“Excuse me?” his patrol and agency partner scoffed. “I’m obviously coming to check that you’re not dead since you’ve been MIA for over twenty-four hours.” 

“What?” Bakugo frowned. “I saw you yesterday morning for patrol.” 

“Noooooo,” Kirishima drawled like Bakugo was a particularly stupid child. “That was two days ago, bro. Then that night, I see you all over the damn news, and no one could get ahold of you all day yesterday. I would have come to check on you sooner, but I’ve been having to play damage control with the media because someone decided to blow up a residential neighborhood.” 

“Two days?” Bakugo echoed with a furrowed brow. He’d slept that long? 

“Have you been passed out this whole time, dude?” Kirishima groaned as he shouldered his way into the apartment. “I guess that means you got none of our messages?” 

“Our?” the blond grumbled as he closed the door and followed the redhead to the kitchen bar. 

“Yeah, Denki, Mina, Sero.” Kirishima waved his hand dismissively, marching over to the counter where Bakugo kept the fruit and selecting an apple from the wire basket. “I even asked Izuku to message you, just to see if he’d actually get a rise and response from you.” 

“I don’t need stupid Deku knowing about my problems, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo growled before he stomped over to his fridge to see what he had to eat because he was suddenly starving. 

“Well, that would imply I know your problems, Oh Great Lord Dynamight,” Kirishima snorted and took a bite of apple. “So, what the fuck happened the other night?” 

“I blew up a residential neighborhood,” the blond deadpanned as he turned on his stove, cracking a few eggs into a skillet. 

“Yeah, I saw that. I was more wondering about what led up to it.” 

“What the fuck do you think led up to it?” Bakugo snapped, rummaging through his cupboard for seasonings. “I was walking home from getting a drink, and a damn villain just popped up in front of me.” 

“From what I heard, there were other heroes there, too,” the redhead mumbled around another bite of apple. 

“Yeah, fuckin’ useless extras,” Bakugo sneered as he started to whisk his eggs with a pair of chopsticks, throwing in some leftover white rice and a bit of nori. “They obviously weren’t getting anywhere, and the bastard was tearing up the street, so I stepped in.” 

“To finish destroying the street?” Kirishima cocked an eyebrow, chewing noisily. 

“Fuck off,” the blond said with an eyeroll. 

Internally, though, Bakugo knew the redhead was right. He’d been sloppy, careless, probably still borderline drunk. But he’d just been so angry about the doctor’s appointment, his fucked-up ears, his bleak and silent future. He had just wanted to break something, hurt someone, consequences be damned. 

Except now the consequences were catching up to him. 

Fuck, he didn’t even want to think about what his citizen’s approval rating must be now. 

Silence stretched between the two pro heroes for several long minutes, in which Bakugo finished making his breakfast and Kirishima finished gnawing on his apple core. The blond quickly shoveled a few bites of eggs and rice into his mouth, but his scarlet eyes kept flicking over to the redhead. 

“How bad?” he finally asked. 

Kirishima, to his credit, had learned how to translate Bakugo’s curt grunts years ago. 

“Actually, if I’m being honest, it’s not that bad,” he sighed, tossing the apple core in the trash and scratching at the back of his head. “Could be worse. From the reports I read, most of the damage—besides the road—is superficial. Broken windows, charred and peeling paint, a few busted cars that we’re still trying to figure out if our insurance or the city’s will pay for. It also helped that you saved two people. That definitely softened the blow.” 

“Two?” Bakugo mumbled around one of his last bites. “I just remember the stupid extra on the street that I shoved out of the way.” 

As the memory flashed through his mind, Bakugo frowned. He’d shoved that extra out of the way and got snatched by a giant asphalt hand for his troubles. The blond’s red eyes dropped to his pink and blotchy left arm and then trailed over to his chest. He recalled the sensation of his ribs snapping under pressure, but now only a mild soreness lingered after he took a deep breath. Yet another inconsistency… 

“Yeah, two,” Kirishima said and drew Bakugo out of his thoughts. “Do you seriously not even remember your own heroics? And that girl had such nice things to say about you, too.” 

“Girl?” Bakugo snapped his head up. “The girl whose… apartment I fell into?” 

“Crashed into, dude,” the redhead snorted, but then he narrowed his eyes as a sly smirk tugged at his lips. “But yeah. Sounds like you remember her, huh?” 

Bakugo didn’t like the smug look on his friend’s face. 

“I remember her fuckin’ yellin’ at me.” The blond scowled. “Like I wrecked her place on purpose and didn’t just save her whole block from a lunatic.” 

“I mean, to be fair, if you crashed into my house, bro, I would have yelled at you, too.” Kirishima grinned. “But don’t worry, she’s fine. In fact, when she called the agency yesterday, she asked for you specifically.” 

“She did? Why?” Did she want to confess her healing quirk? Fuck, were there side effects Bakugo didn’t know about? 

“Bro, seriously.” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “You’re Japan’s Number Two Hero, and you saved her life. And, like Mina keeps telling you, you’re not as ugly when you stop scowling.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo flipped him off before he went to dump the dishes in the sink. 

“Yes, dear.” The redhead smirked. “But, in all seriousness, she called to figure out how to file a claim with our insurance. Or at least that’s what she said, but she also asked how you were doing, and she actually sounded genuinely worried.” 

Worried that a random side effect was going to kill him? Or worried that he would say something about her quirk? She’d obviously hidden it for a reason, tried to lie for a reason. 

And Bakugo was determined to find out just what that reason was. 

“Yeah, well, I’m fine,” he grunted as he rinsed off his plate and put it on the drying rack. “Just a few scrapes and bruises.” 

“I can see that,” Kirishima said as he eyed the butterfly stitches stretched across the gash on Bakugo’s abdomen. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t find you dead in a pool of your own blood. That woulda been a real bummer way to start the morning.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo muttered before he averted his eyes to the living room window across from him. “So… what did you tell her?” 

“The girl?” 

“No, you’re fuckin’ mom,” the blond scoffed. 

“Oh, speaking of moms, you might want to text Mitsuki. I called her last night after you ignored my billionth text, so she’s probably going crazy wondering where you are.” Kirishima grinned and then immediately dodged out of the way as Bakugo hurled a fork at him. 

“You bastard!” Bakugo hissed. “Now, I’m going to have to see that hag this weekend or she’s gonna fuckin’ barge over here.” 

“Maybe you should turn the ringer up on your phone.” The other hero shrugged, ducking again when Bakugo chucked an apple in his direction. 

The blond scowled at his friend, but he didn’t reply. 

If you and your quirk were the real deal, Bakugo wouldn’t have to worry about missing a call ever again. 

When Kirishima realized the projectiles had stopped, he popped his head over the back of the couch and smirked. “But to answer your previous question, I told the girl we would handle the insurance claim on our end if she sent us her info. And I didn’t really have anything to tell her about you since, like I’ve said, I thought you were dead. Kinda. I was at least thirty percent sure.” 

“Have you filed the insurance claim?” Bakugo asked. 

“No.” Kirishima shook his head. “She hasn’t sent in the info yet.” 

“Well… we should go get it from her.” 

This caused the redhead’s eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline, and the surprise on his face quickly made Bakugo backtrack. 

“I just… want to get this shitshow over with,” he grumbled as he averted his eyes again, but he could feel a traitorous heat crawling across the bridge of his nose. “The longer her apartment’s all fucked up, the longer the press is gonna rake me over the coals. The hero ranking’s aren’t far off, and I’m not going to lose to Deku again over some stupid broken windows.” 

“Righttttt,” Kirishima drawled, but his tone was mocking. “Okay, well, I know the hotel the police have set her up at. After we swing by the agency, we can head that way… to get her insurance info.” 

He still sounded unconvinced and like he wanted to needle Bakugo more, but the blond changed the subject quickly. 

“Why do we have to go to the agency?” Bakugo asked, and he frowned as he glanced back at his partner. “Even if I lost yesterday, my next scheduled patrol isn’t till tonight.” 

“Oh, I know.” Kirishima nodded solemnly. “But Nao wanted to have… a word with you ASAP, if I confirmed you weren’t dead.” 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Bakugo groaned as he dropped his head back. If there was anything Bakugo hated more than the press, it was his actual PR manager. That old hag was good at her job, which meant she was always up Bakugo’s ass about something, and he knew she was going to have a field day with this shitfest. 

“Yeah, I’d recommend coffee and preemptive painkillers before we head in,” Kirishima said. “Plus, some putting on clothes. Maybe we can stop on the way and get her something sweet as a bribe.” 

“No amount of sugar is gonna make that bitch nice to me,” Bakugo grumbled before he spun on heel and started marching to his bedroom. 

“Maybe flowers then?” the redhead shouted after him. 

Bakugo slammed the door in response. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bakugo growled around his cargo, kicking his foot out at Kirishima. “Why did I listen to you? I’ve had to go shopping twice today now.” 

“Come on,” his friend laughed as he dodged the blow, which made the bags in his arms crinkle. “You can’t deny the flowers and cookies sweetened ole’ Nao up.” 

“To you,” Bakugo muttered, shifting the package in his arms a bit. “She still yelled at me for fifteen minutes.” 

“Well, you kinda deserved i—yow!” Kirishima yelped as Bakugo kicked him squarely in the ass this time. “This isn’t helping your image, bro!” 

“No one even knows it’s us,” the blond hissed. 

“Yeah, I guess the hoodies and sunglasses help,” the other pro hero mused. 

“And the fact that we’re carrying all this stupid shit.” 

“It’s not stupid.” Kirishima frowned in that earnest way of his, which made Bakugo roll his eyes. “It’s thoughtful to bring gifts to people who are having a difficult time. Especially when you made that time difficult. You basically kicked her out of her house, dude, not to mention her shop.” 

A wave of guilt actually washed through the blond, which he didn’t like. It made his throat feel tight and his stomach churn, and he glanced away from the redhead with a scowl. 

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “It’s not like we aren’t gonna pay for it.” 

The excuse felt flat, even to him. 

“Still,” Kirishima said as he shifted the bags in his grip, pulled out his phone, and consulted the map. “It must be stressful. So, we’re going to be nice to her, alright? Which starts with the gifts.” 

“And how is a fuckin’ fruit basket supposed to help?” Bakugo asked as he glared around the overflowing mound of crinkling plastic and bright fruit that he held against his chest. 

“Uh, one, it’s practical. Her apartment’s all fucked up, the power’s probably still out if not inconsistent on the street, and she’s been living in a hotel for two days, so she probably hasn’t had some nice fresh fruit in a while. And two, it looks nice!” 

“We coulda just left this shit at the hotel,” Bakugo grumbled. “She has to go back there eventually, right?” 

After old Nao chewed his ass out, Bakugo and Kirishima had gone to the hotel the police said they’d put you up in. Except you weren’t fucking there, and the number you left with Kirishima when you called the agency was going straight to voicemail, so here there were, fucking trekking through the city with a bunch of useless shit. 

Bakugo just kept reminding himself it would be worth it when he got the truth about your quirk out of you. 

“Nope,” Kirishima said and drew the blond out of his thoughts. “The city only pays the first two days after an emergency, unless the villain caused all the damage, but, uh, that’s not the case here, so we’ll be accommodating her until her apartment gets fixed up.” 

“At the agency?” Bakugo asked as his red eyes clicked over to his partner. 

As the Number Two and Three Heroes, the two of them had built a solid agency together. Bakugo still didn’t care for a bunch of extras riding on his tailcoats, so they had few sidekicks, all of whom reported to Kirishima and left him the fuck alone for the most part. But they owned a nice, sleek building in a nicer part of town, and one of the floors was dedicated to individual rooms with beds and other amenities. They were usually used when Bakugo, Kirishima, or the other sidekicks wanted to crash after patrol instead of going home—which Bakugo did more often than not—but they’d never had a civilian stay on the premises. 

Until now. 

“Yessssss, at the agency,” the redhead drawled as a shit-eating smirk crawled across his face. “So, you’ll be seeing a lot of her for the next couple weeks.” 

“Wipe that stupid look off your face.�� Bakugo scowled and shouldered past the other hero, who snickered as he jogged to catch up. 

“Take the next left up ahead.” 

“Shut up!” the blond growled, but he followed the instructions. 

This was good news, though. Bakugo wouldn’t have to trek to this shitty part of town more than he had to. 

And he’d have a healer just down the hall. 

They marched along in silence for a few minutes, keeping their heads down, but there wasn’t much foot traffic. Bakugo was lost in his thoughts, planning out the questions he was going to ask you once he could distract Kirishima, but the redhead suddenly stopped in front of him. 

“Hey,” Bakugo grunted as the fruit basket crinkled against the other hero’s back. He hadn’t even notice Kiri get in front of him again. “What’s the damn hold up?” 

“Holy shit, dude,” Kirishima muttered, staring out at the road he’d just turned onto. 

“What?” the blond grumbled, shoving past his friend, but then he stopped, too. “Oh… yeah.” 

The street in front of him looked much worse in the bright light of midday. The road was a torn-up mess, more patches of dirt and gravel than actual asphalt. Most of the large-scale debris had been hauled away, but black scorch marks covered the sidewalks in long, dark smears. The walls of several businesses also bore charring along the facades, but most of the damage was focused in the center of the street. A crater nearly six feet deep was carved into the middle of the road, and the buildings on either side were blackened, their broken windows gaping voids. 

And then there was the hole in what Bakugo remembered as your second-floor apartment. A tarp hung over the wound, but one of the corners had come undone, flapping in the wind and giving split second glimpses into the darkened room beyond. 

Guilt crept up on him again, but Bakugo shoved it down, hunching over the fruit basket and nudging Kirishima. 

“Come on,” he muttered before he started moving forward, and a moment later he heard the crunch of boots on gravel as the redhead followed him. 

There were more people on this street than on the last several, but Bakugo could immediately tell they weren’t customers just passing through. People swept sidewalks, clearing away the last of the rubble and glass in front of their shops. Then a few old ladies stood under one awning shaking their heads, their hands laden with containers of food or gifts. 

Guess Kirishima hadn’t been wrong with this stupid idea. 

Then Bakugo realized some of those people were starting to look back at him, so he ducked his head further behind the fruit basket, grateful for his hoodie and sunglasses. 

But then suddenly he was there, standing in front of your ruined shop. His red eyes immediately flickered upward, but if there was a sign there before, it was gone now, burnt to ash. 

“What kinda shop did you say this was?” the blond asked under his breath as Kirishima paused beside him. 

“I’m… not sure,” the redhead said with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think she said on the phone. No time like the present to ask, though.” 

Before Bakugo could stop him, Kirishima shifted the bags in his arms, lifted one hand, and knocked on the charred metal frame of the front door. 

“Hello?” he called through the broken windows, followed by your name. “Anyone in there?” 

“Shit!” The squeaking voice was followed by a crashing sound somewhere in the shadows of the store. 

Bakugo didn’t speak a lot of English, but he did know curse words, and the sound of it made his lips twitch in amusement. 

“Are you okay?” Kirishima called out. “Can, uh, we come in?” 

“Yes, I’m fine!” the voice answered back in flustered Japanese. The words were fluent, though, with barely the hint of an accent. “And, um, I-I guess you can come in, but—” 

That was good enough for Bakugo. 

The blond shouldered past his partner, boots crunching over glass as he ducked into the darkened shop, and Kirishima sighed as he followed. 

The interior, if possible, looked worse than the outside. The room itself wasn’t very big, but it was a mess. Two metal rods had been embedded in the left and right walls at odd angles, obviously caused from the explosions, though Bakugo couldn’t tell what they used to be. Several pieces of blacked mannequins were scattered through the debris, and one wall was a charred mess of shelving and fabric, spots of color peeking through the black ash here and there. 

In the back, left corner were the remains of a tri-fold standing mirror, the ones where you could see yourself from different angles. Large shards of glass were missing, though, so the image of Bakugo and Kirishima standing backlit against the street was fractured. 

Last but not least, in the rear, right corner of the store was a counter that was half collapsed to the floor, behind which stood an empty doorframe that Bakugo assumed led to the back of the shop and upstairs. 

And it was from behind this broken counter that you popped up with a dustpan in one hand and a tiny, handheld broom in the other. 

The first thought Bakugo had was your face was rather plain… but in a somehow pleasing way. Like if his eyes had scanned over you in a crowd, something about the line of your jaw, the slope of your nose, the delicate quirk of your mouth would give him pause. 

His second thought was that his first one was stupid. You were just some extra, of course you would be plain and unmemorable. 

But his third thought was something about the color of your eyes was captivating, in a way that was damn fucking annoying. 

“Sorry, I was just… cleaning… up,” you said, slowly trailing off as your eyes met Bakugo’s. 

He saw the recognition flare in them immediately, followed by fear, and he couldn’t help the frown that twisted his face. 

Why were you afraid of him? 

“No, we’re sorry for barging in here like this,” Kirishima barreled on, oblivious to the stare off the other two occupants of the room were engaged in. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Oh! I’m being so rude. My name is Eijiro Kirishima, or you might know me as—” 

“Red Riot,” you breathed, finally tearing your eyes from Bakugo’s, and you flashed the redhead a half-smile that trembled along the edges. “We spoke on the phone.” 

“Yes.” Kirishima grinned, pointed teeth flashing in the dim light of the shop, before his gaze flickered over to the blond beside him. “And this is—” 

“Dynamight,” you finished once again, and you looked like you were trying desperately to maintain eye contact with the hardening hero, but then your eyes clicked back to Bakugo. You didn’t flash him a smile. “We’ve met.” 

“Oh, yeah, right,” Kiri chuckled awkwardly, and his arm jerked like he was going to rub the back of his neck, but the bags in his hands crinkled and stopped him. 

“What… do you have there?” you asked, frowning at the bags and the fruit basket the heroes were carrying. 

“Gifts!” the redhead declared as he hefted his arms up, and then he shuffled forward over charred fabric and glass and extended the bags to you. 

You blinked at him for a second, but you set the dustpan and handheld broom on the counter, where they promptly slid to the floor since the whole surface was slanted. You winced at the loud clatter and tried to cover it up by taking the bags from Kirishima, which crinkled loudly again as they transferred hands. 

Bakugo would be annoyed if he wasn’t more grateful that he could actually hear the innocuous little noise. 

“O-Oh, um, you shouldn’t have, really,” you started as you peeked into the bags, and then Bakugo swore he saw your eyebrow twitch once you saw what was inside. 

“It’s not much,” Kirishima said, and he was finally free to rub the back of his head and neck as his smile turned a little sheepish. “But, what with the state of your… apartment, we thought you might need some new clothes! And comfy clothes are the best after stressful days. These especially are super soft, we made sure of it. And, if you don’t like them, you could always sell them for a good chunk of change.” 

The redhead winked at you, not in an overly flirty manner, that was just how he was, but your cheeks flared as crimson as his hair, and your eyes dropped to the floor. 

Bakugo took the split instant to get a better look at you and noted you were wearing patched, faded jeans, solid boots, and a bleach-stained orange sweatshirt with some English writing he couldn’t read. Usually, he didn’t really see what other people wore because he couldn’t give less of a shit, but somehow he found your obvious cleaning clothes… endearing. The orange looked good on you, too. 

Fuck, maybe you didn’t heal him as well as he thought. He had to be hemorrhaging into his brain to be thinking this stupid shit. Or maybe it was a side effect of your quirk? 

He needed to get you alone and get answers. 

“Well… thank you, this was very thoughtf—oh, wow, that is soft,” you murmured as you partially drew a sweatshirt out of the bag. 

Bakugo instantly recognized the forest green and orange color scheme, and apparently so did you, because your face twitched, and you dropped the garment back into the bag and traded it for fuzzy socks with Red Riot’s signature gears stitched into them. 

“These will definitely come in handy, my feet are always cold,” you said with an awkward giggle. Then you cleared your throat to cover up the sound. “Thank you, um, Red Riot.” 

“You can call me Eijiro, or Kirishima, whatever you’re comfortable with,” the redhead said with another easy grin. “We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, after all. Oh! We also got you a fruit basket, and I think there might be a few other sweets tucked in there.” 

Kirishima nudged Bakugo forward, and your face rippled through a range of emotions, like your brain was taking a second to catch up to everything the pro hero just spewed. First, flustered embarrassment colored your cheeks, then confusion buckled your brow, and your eyes widened before they looked at the fruit basket Bakugo was extending at you. 

“Oh, you can just put it down… um…” you trailed off as you turned to the counter and remembered it was half destroyed. Then your eyes jumped around frantically for some kind of flat surface, but the ruined shop didn’t offer any solutions. 

“Told ya we shouldn’t of brought this shit,” Bakugo grunted, shooting a scowl at Kirishima. 

“Yeahhhhh, we probably could have just delivered it to your room at the agency, my bad,” the redhead laughed. “But don’t worry, we’ll carry it back for you, along with any of your other things.” 

“My… things?” you echoed, sounding out the words like a child, and a frown marred your face. “I-I think I must be misunderstanding you, I’m sorry, I’m American. But did you say my room at the agency? As in… your hero agency?” 

“You’re American?” Kirishima asked with wide red eyes. “I wouldn’t have even guessed! Your accent is almost perfect, I thought you were maybe just from like the countryside or something.” 

“I thought you said we were supposed to be nice to her,” Bakugo snorted at his partner like you weren’t in the room, and he saw you frown at him out of the corner of his eye. 

“Oh, shit, no, that wasn’t what I meant!” Japan’s Number Three Hero immediately began waving his hands in front of his face, his mouth moving twice as fast. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I really think your accent sounds nice! It’s very cute!” 

Now, not only did your cheeks flush again, but the red hue traveled down your throat and across your collarbones, peeking out the stretched collar of your orange sweatshirt. 

Bakugo found himself half distracted by the sight, but the other half was wondering why he suddenly felt irritation flare up in his gut. 

“Okay, you don’t have to take her out on a date now,” the blond snapped, shifting his burden of fruit and plastic. 

“I-I think we might have gotten off track,” you stuttered as you clutched the bag of Dynamight and Red Riot merch to your chest. “You said something about your agency.” 

“Yes, right.” Kirishima cleared his throat. “We would have mentioned this in our follow up email after you sent in your insurance info, but—” 

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry!” you cut him off with a grimace, and you actually dipped your head and shoulders into a bow. “I meant to send that yesterday, but my laptop is broken, and my cell service isn’t great—” 

“No, no, it’s fine!” the redhead interrupted this time. “You obviously have a lot on your plate. I just meant that this might seem kind of sudden, but—” 

Fucking hell, this was taking too long. 

“You’re staying at our agency until we can pay for the repairs to your apartment and shop,” Bakugo said bluntly. If he didn’t step in, the two of you were just going to stammer circles around each other all day. “Starting tonight. We have rooms with beds and shit, so pack whatever clothes or crap you need.” 

Your mouth fell open as you gaped at Bakugo. “I… what?” 

“You deaf or something?” The words rocketed from his mouth before he could stop them, before he could even think about what he was saying, and he saw the way the question struck you like a physical blow. You flinched, your cheeks paling, and he saw dawning, guilty horror glint at the back of your eyes. 

He’d been right. You did do something to his ears. 

“Bro, you were just talking about being nice.” Kirishima frowned at Bakugo before he turned back to you. “Ignore him. We’re really sorry about the inconvenience this whole… incident has caused for you, but we’ll take care of everything you need until your shop’s grand reopening, so you don’t have to worry about a thing, okay?” 

You continued to stare at the two heroes in shocked silence, your wide eyes clicking back and forth between the two of them as you clutched the bags to your chest like a lifeline. 

“That is… all so generous,” you finally breathed, your tone rising in pitch like you were growing increasingly flustered. “It’s, um, a lot to take in.” 

“Of course.” Kirishima nodded fervently. “What else can we do to help?” 

“Could you leave?” 

Bakugo blinked in surprise and then had to stifle his snort. 

“Oh, no, I’m sorry!” you quickly followed up when you saw the redhead’s falling expression. “I didn’t mean… I just meant, could I have some time to process this? Um, alone? L-Like Dynamight said, I need to pack a few things, a-and there are some people I need to speak to before, uh… well, is it okay if I tell someone where I’ll be? Like, at your agency?” 

“Yessss?” Kirishima said with a confused frown. “Why wouldn’t that be okay?” 

“O-Oh, I just don’t really know how the whole hero and media thing works here,” you quickly lied, and Bakugo clocked the way you averted your eyes, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed thickly. “I-I wasn’t going to post on social media or anything, I barely use that stuff anyway, but one of my customers, Mrs. Kojima, would be upset if I disappeared without saying anything.” 

“Aww, that’s sweet.” The redhead grinned before he glanced at the shadowed ruins around him. “What kind of shop is this by the way? I don’t think you mentioned.” 

“A-Alterations,” you said, ducking your face in embarrassment again. “My grandparents were a tailor and seamstress. I inherited this place from them.” 

“I thought you said you were American?” Kirishima asked, but not in an accusatory way. He was just too curious for his own good and didn’t possess much of a filter. 

Bakugo usually didn’t care for small talk, fucking waste of time if you asked him, but he found himself focusing intently on you, awaiting a response. 

“I am.” You nodded. “My parents were both born here, but they moved to the States after they married, and I was born there. After my grandparents passed, my dad was going to sell the shop, but I was looking for something… new, so I decided to move here instead about a year ago.” 

Bakugo pursed his lips at this new information. If you had a healing quirk, why were you patching up clothes in some little shop all the way across the world from your surviving family? Could it be because your quirk was dangerous? 

“Wow, that’s cool,” Kirishima said with an impressed expression that quickly turned sheepish. “Except about your grandparent’s passing. My condolences.” 

“Thank you,” you muttered, a small smile tugging at your lips, but then you quickly shook your head. “I-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to give you my whole life story, I tend to talk when I’m nervous.” 

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Red Riot laughed like he did when he was meeting shy little kids on the street, flashing his sharpened teeth jokingly and winking in an overexaggerated fashion. “I promise, we look scarier than we are.” 

“Speak for yourself, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo scoffed, which made you jump, like you’d forgotten he was there. 

And that rubbed him the wrong way for some reason. 

Kirishima merely smirked before he partially covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his voice into a stage whisper directed at you. “All bark, no bite, I’m telling you.” 

“Stop making me seem lame, you bastard!” the blond growled, but the effect was kind of ruined by the fruit basket crinkling in his hands again. 

This actually seemed to startle a giggle out of you, and the two heroes whipped around, one with a grin and the other a scowl. 

“See, you don’t need to be nervous,” Kirishima said before he slung an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders. “But we’ll get out of your hair for now so you can have some time to pack and everything. Don’t worry about picking up too much, though, we’ll have cleaning crews in here before we start the remodel, and we don’t want you to get hurt in here. If there’s stuff up in your apartment that you don’t want to bring with you to the agency but don’t want thrown out, make a list, and we’ll be sure to keep everything safe.” 

“O-Okay,” you said, still standing there with the hero merch clenched to your chest and a dumbstruck expression on your face. “T-Thank you again, Red--, erm, Kirishima.” 

“Of course!” He grinned. “I have patrol tonight, but we’ll send a car to pick you up—” 

“No,” Bakugo cut in as he locked eyes with you. “I’ll pick you up. What time?” 

The blond could see Kirishima shoot him a look in his peripherals—probably because they both had patrol tonight—but Bakugo ignored his partner, maintaining eye contact with you. 

You, meanwhile, squirmed under the explosive hero’s intense scrutiny, your face paling and flushing in turns. “I… no, you don’t have to do that, I can take the train—” 

“I insist,” he interrupted again, narrowing his eyes so you would realize he wasn’t going to back down. “Like Shitty Hair said, we caused this… inconvenience, so I’ll pick you up. What. Time?” 

You swallowed thickly, your throat audibly clicking. “S-Seven?” 

“I’ll be here at seven sharp,” Bakugo said. “And you better be out front or at least answer your phone this time.” 

You better not run, he didn’t say, but by the look on your face, you understood. 

“Seven sharp.” You nodded, biting your lip as a resigned expression settled over your features. “Got it.” 

“Great. See you then.” 

With that, Bakugo turned on heel and crunched his way out of your store, leaving Kirishima stuttering apologies in his wake. 

But that didn’t matter. 

All that mattered was, tonight, he’d finally get you alone and get to the bottom of your damn quirk.

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Speak Easy Part 14

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

Words : 6689

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been three weeks since Dabi left and in those three weeks you hadn’t heard a peep from him. True to his word he never called you. Shoto seemed to be getting vague updates from Katsuki but nothing that could settle your nerves.

You threw yourself into working out to distract yourself. You refused to ever be weak again. Every day you got up early and hit the home gym that you built with Dabi’s money in his absence. You were surprised how good it felt to spend his money without his permission. You knew he had enough to go around, but it was almost like payback for him leaving you here without him.

The gym was simple. A treadmill, some free weights, and a punching bag.

The guys took turns coming to check on you. Shoto more than the others, which was fine with you considering he was the only one with the balls to spar with you. You didn’t know if they were scared of you, Dabi, or Katsuki. But whoever it was, they were keeping their hands to themselves. And that’s how you ended up here now pinned underneath Shoto’s knee.

“I told you, stop thinking so hard. Your moves are predictable, I can read your every move before you do it. You need to relax and trust your instincts.”

You shoved him off of you and sat up, putting your elbows on your knees.

“I knew I’d be rusty… but I didn’t think it’d take this long to get back into shape.”

Shoto handed you a water bottle and sat next to you. “Well you’ve always been good, but you’ve also relied on your quirk pretty heavily up until now. You’ll get there, just takes time.”

You sat for a while in silence. That’s another thing you appreciated about Shoto. His ability to find comfort in shared silence. He never forces a conversation or pushes you to talk about things you don’t want to.

“So how long can you stay this time?”

His mismatched eyes met yours with a guilty look. “Honestly I’ve already been here a little too long. My shift starts soon, and I have a long drive.” He sighed as he screwed the cap back onto his water bottle. “Last I heard from Bakugo there wasn’t really much change but they’re both still alive and well. I’m supposed to be hearing from him again sometime in the next few days. So, I should have a better update the next time I see you.”

You followed him to the front door, feeling your heart sink as you went. You hated this part. The part when they left. There wasn’t exactly a schedule, they just came and went when they could. It was incredibly lonely when it was just you and you were already getting anxious thinking about it. “I wish he’d just come home already. I hate being here alone…”

Shoto sighed with his hand on the door. “I can only imagine… I’ll see what I can do about getting you some better company. Maybe we can rework our shifts or something… I don’t know, but we’ll figure something out.” He reached a hand out and gently pressed it to your shoulder, “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone, and for the love of god follow my idiot bothers laws.” His eyes twinkled, “Oh! That reminds me…ware your fucking collar… his words not mine.”

Your eyes bulged. Those where the first words you’d gotten from him since he left. Your fingers darted to your bare neck, “I-It’s charging… the battery doesn’t last forever.”

Shoto chuckled, “Well according to him you haven’t worn it for two days. He interrupted my last call with Bakugo just to tell me.”

“I guess I should have known he’d be watching the stats like the creep his is.” You rolled your eyes and tried to suppress the blush that was threatening to break out across your cheeks. Of course he was watching. Watching the tracker to make sure you were where you were supposed to be. Watching your vitals to makes sure you were staying healthy. Watching your call log to make sure you weren’t doing anything you weren’t supposed to be doing.

For the first time since he left you felt an odd giddy feeling. It reminded you of the feeling you’d get when you were in school and a boy you had a crush on liked one of your pictures on social media. It wasn’t direct interaction, but it was a reminder that he cared.

Shoto gave you a quick hug before leaving, reminding you to lock the door as he went.

As soon as you heard the security system signal that is was on, the empty feeling returned. You were alone again. By yourself. With only your thoughts to keep you company… how awful.

You dragged yourself over to the where your collar was charging and put it back on. Your fingers brushed over the familiar material. A warm feeling started to push through the empty feeling in your stomach as you thought about how Dabi was probably checking on you every chance he got. The least you could do was reassure him that you were okay.

Despite being able to talk again you had decided to keep up with the sign language. It was a good distraction and also something really helpful to know. You learned from Shoto that Izuku had learned sign just in case Katsuki went deaf, and he ended up teaching Shoto. So it seemed it could definitely come in handy down the road.

You also spent a great deal of time watching cooking shows and trying to learn some things.

You were never that great with cooking before, hell you didn’t even really know how to efficiently shop for groceries. You were rarely home, and when you were you were ordering in or letting Katsuki cook for you. But now that you were home alone for days at a time, you decided it was time you learn.

Tonight, you watched a video on how to sign different colors and numbers as you attempted to make rice balls. The chef made it look so easy in the video you watched earlier. But so far you were finding it to be incredibly difficult.

You were trying to take this time alone to improve yourself. Now that he wasn’t here it was easier to see how much you had relied on Dabi. You wanted him to come back to a new and improved you.

You sat down to dinner with your pathetic looking rice balls and fought to push down the empty feeling in your stomach once again. The loneliness killed your appetite, you could feel yourself sinking into a funk. Every day it got harder to convince yourself that eating was important, that getting out of bad even mattered, that working out was worth it.

But then you thought about what Dabi would say if he found out you weren’t taking care of yourself. He’d probably bend you over his knee and spank you for even thinking about skipping a meal.

So even though your depressed brain tried really hard to convince you that you weren’t hungry, you shoved bite after bite into your mouth. He’d be livid if you so much as lost a pound while he was gone.

You thought about the way he loved to worship your body. How he groaned when his hands gripped your hips. How his hands traveled up your thick thighs and around to your ass before giving it a squeeze and… great… now you’re working yourself up.

There had been several times your needs had riled you up to the point where you had tried to take care of them yourself. But no matter what you did or how hard you tried, you hadn’t been able to get yourself off. Your hands were no comparison to Dabi’s.

You let out a frustrated growl as you dropped your plate into the sink.

Once again you had this burn in your core that was spreading and you were already frustrated knowing there was nothing you could do about it. You didn’t even have any toys to help and there was no way you could ask one of the guys to bring you one the next time they came. You flushed at the image of Shoto or Izuku handing you a vibrator.

With the ache between your legs only seeming to grow worse, you skipped to your bedroom, well Dabi’s bedroom, but you guess it was yours now too.

You were sweaty from your workout and was in desperate need of a shower which gave you the perfect idea.

You quickly stripped your clothing and stepped into the hot spray of the shower you quickly washed your hair and body before turning the hot water down a little to a nice room temperature.

With nervous hands you pulled the shower head down from it’s spot and played with the settings. You switched between them until you found one that seemed… promising?

The shower head slowly roamed from your neck to your chest, to your nipple. You sucked in a breath as you closed your eyes and tried to pretend that it was something or rather someone else. Your breathing picked up as the spray slowly moved further down until it reached the spot that was giving you all the trouble.

Suddenly a jolt of pleasure ran through you and you had to put a hand on the wall to keep yourself from falling over. A low moan fell from your lips and you rolled your hips against the pressure. “Oh god. Oh shit. YES!” It had been weeks since you last orgasmed and you could feel everything that had been building coming to a climax… literally.

Your breathing became erratic as you imagined rough callused fingers rubbing your clit while wet, sloppy lips mouthed at you neck. Your head swam with desire as you felt the familiar clenching in your core.

Then out of nowhere you felt your pleasure snap as your first orgasm in weeks washed over you in heavy waves. “FuUuck!” Your legs wobbled and almost buckled underneath you. Your orgasm seemed to go on way longer than any one you’ve had in recent memory. It just kept going and going till the point that you thought you couldn’t breathe.

Your legs crumpled underneath you and you fell as your orgasm finally finished.

After a few minutes you used your foot to turn the water off as your breathing finally started to even out.

Your heart practically leapt out of your throat as your collar started beeping with an incoming call. You answered it immediately in the hopes that it was Dabi.

“H-Hello?”

“Y/N!? Are you okay?”

That voice didn’t belong to Dabi but it was probably the second best option.

“Kats? Y-yeah I’m fine. W-why do you ask?” You sucked in a huge breath to help yourself come back down from your high.

“Dabi said he got an alert that your vitals were at dangerous levels. Apparently, your heartbeat was erratic… You workin out or somethin?”

You blushed and cleared your throat, “Or something.”

There was a brief silence on the other end before you heard a muffled curse. “Fuck, okay so you’re more than good.” You could almost hear the blush in his voice. “Sorry to interrupt… have a good night…”

Before he could hang up you panicked and shouted, “WAIT!”

“… Yeah?”

“How are you guys?” You hated how weak you sounded. How desperate you sounded for any update on their progress.

“We’re alive and making good progress. That’s all I can really say right now.”

“Good okay… hey uh Kats… please be safe. Both of you.”

“We’ll try… I gotta go now. Good night y/n.”

Before you could respond you heard the beeping, indicating that he had hung up.

Groaning you picked yourself up and made your way to the big comfy bed that just felt too big now that it was just you. You pulled one of Dabi’s shirts on that dwarfed you and queued up a movie on the TV.

Sleep didn’t take long to take you and your last thoughts were of how monotonous your life was now. You go to bed, wake up, work out, work on Sign Language, watch cooking shows, cook dinner, rinse repeat.

You just needed something to mix it up.

And your wish would be granted not even two days later when Kirishima showed up at your door with pointy toothed grin. “Hey Y/N! How’s it going? Gone crazy yet?”

“I think I went crazy years ago bud.” You giggled as you stepped to the side to let him in. Instead he just stood there looking at you funny. “So are you coming in or did you just drop by to stare at me and leave?”

“Oh! Right? Hold on… close your eyes! I have a surprise.”

You narrowed your eyes but complied with a sigh. “Kiri I swear if this surprise is a wet willy, I will hypnotize you and make you pee yourself.”

He was quiet as he tiptoed away quickly. Only moments later you heard the pitter patter of him trying and failing to sneak up on you. You knew he was next to you now, but you kept your eyes closed anyways.

“Kiri what are you—”

You shrieked as a wet tongue licked you from your chin to your ear. “WHAT THE FUCK KIRI!”

Your eyes bolted open to see a crying Kiri holding a puppy. He was laughing so hard you were scared he was going to drop the dog.

You reached out and yanked the puppy from him and could immediately feel yourself sinking into its soft fur. “Oh my goodness! Who is this sweat baby?”

You nuzzled into and started rubbing its soft ears.

“He is your new guard dog. Well he’s more of a guard puppy, but you get the point.”

He started to walk back towards his car, “Wait? Are you leaving already?”

He gave you a regretful look, “Yeah sorry princess, I only had time to come drop off your new friend. I have to go pick up my kid from school, but I think I’m coming back soon. I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” With a wink he hopped into his car and sped away.

You were only sad for a brief moment before you scurried back inside with your new friend.

You plopped yourself down on the couch with the puppy sitting in your lap. He was a little ball of fur with big ole paws and floppy ears. From what you could tell he might be an Australian Shepheard. “What are we going to call you huh?”

The little furball cocked his head at you and started chewing on your fingers.

“Hmmm what about Buddy? No that’s cliché. Ajax? He was the strongest warrior in all of Greece.” You watched as the “warrior” in question sniffed his own butt. “Hm maybe not. What abouuuuut… Bravo?”

He looked at you and gave the cutest little “woof”

You smiled and scratched behind his ears. “Okay then Bravo it is. Welcome to your new home sweet boy.”

Bravo was exactly what you needed in order to break out of your slump. You could feel your serotonin rise every day as you bonded with him. He was keeping you company and also keeping you very busy. Between poddy training and teaching him basic commands he was a handful. He loved to follow you everywhere you went and nip at your ankles until you paid attention to him.

It was amazing how quickly Bravo was becoming the most important thing in your life. Since Dabi left you had frequent nightmares that often led to anxiety attacks once you woke up. But now you had a fuzzy four-legged friend who not only woke you up when you cried in your sleep but also laid on top of you until you calmed down. You almost laughed thinking about how Dabi would react when he came home. You knew he’d find a way to be jealous of a dog.

Bravo settled into a routine with you and he never let you out of his sight. He really had the potential to be an excellent guard dog. He was extremely smart, picking up new tricks and commands easily. He was perceptive. And most importantly he didn’t hesitate to attack any of the guys, in his cute puppy way, when they came to visit. He was one hundred percent a Mamma’s boy.

Today had been a weird one. It was officially a month since the boys left. You stayed in bed a little longer than usual but you had responsibilities now and Bravo wasn’t going to let you be sad all day. He decided growling and pulling on your blanket was the best way to get you attention.

“Bravo, no. I know you want to play, just let me be sad a little longer, and then we’ll go outside.” You knew he didn’t understand you, but it felt so nice to just talk to him even if he can’t respond.

Bravo continued to jump and bark at you obviously trying to get you play with him. You rolled your eyes as you threw the blanket off of you. “Alright, alright, I get it. Let’s go outside.”

You rolled out of bed and pulled your hair into a bun. It was cold out now, and it even looked like it might snow soon. You used to love the snow, but the older you got the more miserable it sounded. You pulled a pair of sweatpants and a baggie hoodie on and started to drag your feet towards the back door. “You couldn’t let me wallow for even a couple hours huh?”

You slid the sliding glass door open and Bravo took off into the backyard.

The sky was a dark and depressing shade of grey. You could see your breath escaping you and it made you shiver. “Okay Bruno let’s make this quick! It’s fucking cold…” You shoved your hands in your pockets as Bravo sprinted from one side of the yard to another before stopping to sniff a spot on the fence to pee. “Good boy Bravo… let’s go in now. Eat some breakfast, how does that sound?”

Snow started to fall and before long you could feel it soaking through your hoodie. “BRAVO! You little shit, come on it’s cold!”

He ran towards you like he was going to listen before turning at the last second and running off to the side. You groaned. You loved the dog, but it was times like this that reminded you how frustrating taking care of another living thing could be.

You took a couple steps towards him and he just stood there wagging his goofy little tale. You leapt towards him just for him to run off again in the other direction. “I swear Bravo, if you love me at all you will come to me right now!”

You tip toed towards him slowly, “Come on dude. It’s too cold.” You were so close now, you just needed to scoop him up. You jumped at him but again he leapt out of the way except this time… your foot slipped on some fresh snow on the concrete surrounding the pool… and in you fell.

The ice-cold water cut through you straight to your bones like a million needles. You gasped which was a huge mistake as you sucked in water into your lungs. Now the panic was setting in. The last time you were in this pool you drowned. And this time there was no Dabi to resuscitate you. There was no one here. You could die here, and no one would even know for days.

No, no, no, this was not the time to have a panic attack. You had to think. You had to get out of this pool. But you couldn’t, the only thing you could think was how cold you were, how painful the water in your lungs was, how the cold water felt like you were being stabbed. You vision was blacking out, your limbs were becoming numb, you finally started to try and swim, but your muscles were so sluggish. It was agony trying to get your arms and legs to cooperate. Were you going into shock?

You felt yourself sinking and there was nothing you could do. Your baggie hoodie and sweatpants were only getting heavier on your limbs. It was like you had forgotten how to swim. Or like one of those dreams where it doesn’t matter how hard or how long you keep swimming you never make it to the surface. You expected your life to flash before your eyes, but it didn’t. Instead all you had was fear. Fear and regret. And those almost weighed you down more than your soaked clothes.

You have unfinished business. You had a corrupt hero system to dismantle. You had a life to reclaim. You had… people who loved you, and you couldn’t leave them behind just yet.

You pushed as hard as you could now. You refused to give up. Just before you blacked out your head broke the surface. You struggled to stay afloat as you managed to get yourself to the ladder. You gripped it with all your determination. Your breathing was getting shallow but you didn’t know if it was the panic or the cold.

You screamed as you tried to pull yourself out of the pool. It hurt so bad. Your muscles sched and it was almost like they stopped working all together. You could hear Bravo barking as he paced the side of the pool. As soon as you got your upper body on the concrete Bravo took your sleeve in his mouth and tugged. It wasn’t enough to pull you out on his own, but it definitely helped.

Your body was wracked with shivers. You were shivering so hard it hurt. Your collar was beeping but you couldn’t bring your fingers up to push the button to answer. You were literally frozen… from the cold, from the fear.

The beeping just continued, and tears flowed down your cheeks. All you had to do was move your hands, you just needed to push the button, and you could answer, you could ask for help. You knew Dabi had to have been alerted that you were in danger by now. Someone had to be coming for you.

Bravo laid on top of you licking your face as you lost your mind. The beeping from your collar kept going, and you don’t know what possessed you, it must have been one last surge of adrenaline, your bodies last effort to save yourself. But your fingers crawled towards your collard and clicked the button.

“Y/N! Thank god! I’ve been calling! Are you okay?” It was Kats again. You were quiet for a while as you tried to cough up some water. “Y/n? Are you okay? Or is this another… false alarm?”

You sniffled, “I-I-I F-Fe-Fe-ll I-In T-The-Pool.”

“Uhm Okay? Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”

A sob left you, “No! I-I’m Not O-Okay. I-I”

There was a muffled sound on the other end of the call, "Y/n, baby I need you to breathe. I know you’re scared. Can you get inside?”

“Dabi?” His voice filled you with the warmth you desperately needed, but it wasn’t enough to get your body moving. “No. I-Its t-too C-Cold. I-I-“

“Stop talking! Conserve your warmth. Shoto’s already on his way. He’ll be there soon baby. I’m going to stay on the phone with you until he gets there, but I need you to stay awake. Can you do that?”

Bravo curled up next to your neck and nuzzled into you while whining.

You don’t remember passing out. But when you woke up you felt like you were in an oven.

Your eyes slowly opened to find that you were under several blankets with Shoto sitting next to you with his hand on your forehead. “She’s still asleep… but I’m worried she’s getting sick. I’m pretty sure she has a fever.” He was on the phone with someone, “I keep going back and forth from trying to warm her up to cooling her down… Well what do you want me to do I’m not a doctor… Do you know anyone we can trust?” Whoever he was talking too was obviously not happy. “How do you suppose we do that?”

Your eyes closed and sleep claimed you once more. You tried to stay awake, but it seemed impossible. You didn’t even dream, you were just sucked into the black abyss.

The next time you woke up there was a cloth on your forehead and two voices whispering by the door.

“She probably needs an IV at this point. She’s been in bed for three days and she hasn’t eaten anything. Shoto this is more than just a cold. She’s really sick.”

You knew that voice belonged to Izuku. He sounded stressed out. Had he really said there days. There’s no way you had been sleeping that long.

“I agree, but where would we get one? Do you know how to set one up? No? Because neither do I. I swear all of you are crazy. First Dabi rips me a new asshole over the phone about how I was supposed to keep her safe, then Bakugo gives me shit for not being able to find her a doctor, and now you. I’m doing my best!”

You wanted to sit up and tell him you were fine. But you couldn’t because once again sleep was calling you back. The black abyss sucked you back in.

The next time you woke you felt slightly better, your head definitely hurt a little less.

“I can’t believe you idiots where hiding this from me? Did you not trust me, or did you just think you could dismantle the entire system on your own?”

When the fuck did Aizawa get here?

“You’ve been retired for years… we didn’t want to drag you into this.”

A brief silence passed, and it sounded like he was standing up from a chair, “Well I’m glad you did. She was in rough shape. The IV will help. Let me know if you need anything else. And I mean anything. Like you said… I’m retired now so I have a lot of free time.”

You managed to open your eyes, but had to squint at the bright light. “Was that Sensei?” Your voice sounded rough and foreign, but it was unmistakably yours.

Shoto’s mismatched eyes filled your vision, “Oh thank god you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

You tried to clear your throat but if felt like sandpaper, “Like shit…”

He climbed into bed next to you, “When I found you, you had hypothermia. I warmed you up but then you got really sick. I finally caved and had to call Aizawa. I don’t know how he knows how to set up an IV or how he even got his hands on all this medicine and medical equipment. But I’m not going to question it either.”

You leaned on him. “That was nice of him…” Your muscles still ached, and you you’re your skin was so sensitive. You just wanted to pass out again and wake up when all of this was over. “Where’s Bravo?”

At the sound of his name you felt a weight near your feet shift. He got up and made his way to you putting his head on your chest. His big fuzzy head was making you all warm and cozy. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Y/n no, come on I need you to eat something. Seriously, it’s one of your laws, you have to eat, so you need to stay awake.”

You hugged your blanket to you. “I’ll eat when I wake up… promise.”

This time when you slept you had dreams waiting for you. They were all weird and generally involved your time at UA. You dreamt of sports festivals, hanging out with your friends, and training with Sensei. But for once you didn’t have a nightmare. Which was a blessing.

“Wake up… you need to eat something… open your eyes baby.”

You stirred and found that you were laying on top of something, or rather someone. A hand was wrapped tightly around your waist while the other was brushing your hair out of your face.

Your sleepy brain was desperately trying to figure out if you were still sleeping because this had to be a dream.

“Are you really here?”

A kiss was placed on your forehead, “Yes baby, I’m really here. And I really need you to eat something so you can get better.”

His words had your stomach growling, making your groan.

Your eyes opened to find his blue ones staring back at you. The amount of concern in them was startling. “I must look like shit if you’re looking at me like that.”

Dabi didn’t so much as crack a smile at your humorless joke. “Well by law I can’t lie to you… so yeah. You’ve definitely looked better.” His thumb brushed your cheek, “Nothing that can’t be fixed with a shower and a good meal though.”

He helped you sit up and fluffed some pillows behind you. “You don’t have to do all this. I’m feeling better now. I can do it myself—”

Dabi cut you off with a glare. “Does it look like I care. I’m sure you could take care of yourself, but when will you accept the fact that you don’t have to anymore. Stupid girl.”

He reached next to him and picked up a bowl of soup. “This will be easy enough on your stomach. You are going to eat every last bite, and then we are going to take a shower.”

He didn’t leave anything up for debate. It was a demand. “We?”

“Yes we. You’re not leaving my sight for the foreseeable future.” He held a spoon full of soup up to your mouth. You wanted to protest that you could at least feed yourself but quickly thought better when you saw the look he was giving you. He wasn’t to be challenged or questioned.

So, you accepted it and swallowed, your eyes never leaving his. You continued on like that until the spoon scraped the last bit of soup from the bowl. You could see the tension in Dabi’s clenched jaw. He was upset, possibly even mad.

Your eyes averted to your lap, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? What do you have to be sorry about?”

You played with hem of your shirt. Trying to look anywhere but at those intense blue eyes. “I fucked up. I was careless and I… I fell into the pool.” Your fists clenched, “It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t so fucking weak. I panicked, and it put me in danger. I’m sorry.”

His fingers intertwined with yours and pulled them to his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for, and you are most definitely not weak.” He kissed the tip of your nose, “Look at me please.”

It was so rare that he said please. It sent butterflies through your stomach. You raised your eyes to his once more, but this time they were much softer. “Your panic is totally understandable. If anything, it’s my fault because I’m the reason you have fucking PTSD.” He pressed his forehead to yours, “I feel like no matter how hard I try, I just end up hurting you. Even when I’m not here, my actions still have consequences.”

“Well you know what I think? I think I wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. I think you have saved me in so many ways, and you have been there when it matters most. Like right now.” You tucked yourself under his chin and hugged him until you felt the tension bleed from him as he relaxed into your hold.

You felt his chest rise and fall as you both just sat there holding each other.

Finally, he pulled back and sighed, “Okay as nice as it feels to hold you again… you kinda stink… can we go shower now?”

You frowned, “Hey! I’ve been sick. It’s not like I could bathe myself. Did you want Shoto to do it for me?”

He growled and threw you over his shoulder. “You’re lucky. If I wasn’t worried about nursing your sick ass back to health, that comment would have gotten your ass in trouble.”

It wasn’t until Dabi was stripping you down in the bathroom that you remembered Bravo. “Hey! Where’s Bravo?”

Dabi froze, “Who the fuck is Bravo?”

You rolled your eyes, “My dog asshole. Bravo. Where is he?”

He growled, “That little shit wouldn’t let me near you, so I threw him out.”

You pushed his hands away from you, “Excuse me… You WHAT? It’s cold outside. Go bring him inside right now!”

He grabbed your flailing hands and held them down at your sides. “I said I threw him out, not outside. If I had to guess the little runt is probably sitting outside the door to the bedroom, waiting to sink his teeth into my ankles the second I open the door. Relax.”

He let go of your hands and continued to undress you, and then himself. “You be nice to him. That little ankle biter is my new best friend.”

“Hmmm I don’t think so.” His arms wrapped around your now naked body. He picked you up like you weighed absolutely nothing and walked you over to the shower. “I think I’m your best friend.”

You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Oh you think so huh? So we’re friends now? That seems like a demotion to me…” You kissed his chest before pulling away. “Last time I checked friends don’t shower together… so I guess I’ll just get out and wait my turn—”

“Don’t you dare step out of this shower.” His fingers dug into your hips. “I haven’t seen you in a month, and I had to come home to find you sick and skin and bones.” He leaned in and you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear, “You are mine. I don’t think you truly understand what that means.” He kissed the side of your head, “You are my best friend.” He kissed your forehead, “My responsibility.” He kissed your cheek, “My confidant.” He kissed the tip of your nose, “My lover.” He kissed you jaw. “My partner.” His lips hovered over yours for a brief moment, “My everything.”

His lips smashed onto yours and you could feel all of your little puzzle pieces fit together again. The emptiness you had felt the past month evaporated. You felt whole once more.

There wasn’t anything overly sexual about this kiss. For the first time since you’ve known him, this was the first time Dabi had ever kissed you just to kiss you. And so you let him. You just stood under the water with him and kissed until you started to get lightheaded.

He must have felt your shift because he pulled away from the kiss and pulled you to lean on him. Without another word, he ran a washcloth over your skin and cleaned you up.

You remembered back to the days he’d help you bathe when you couldn’t walk. He’s taken such good care of you without asking for anything in return. So much as changed in the past few months, but there was something about this moment that felt permanent. Like no matter what happens Dabi will always be there to clean you up afterwards.

Dabi could feel the stress and the worry that had piled up over the last month melt away with every rise and fall of your chest. You were safe, you were okay, you were alive, you were in his arms.

Something almost broke in him when he heard the fear in your voice that day. When Bakugo called you after you fell in the pool. He had never felt so fucking helpless. He had a constant eye on your vitals after that. Calling his brother every single time there was even a tiny change. He’d never tell you this, but for a brief moment when Shoto couldn’t get your temperature down he panicked. He couldn’t lose you. Somewhere deep down he knew it was irrational to think you were going to die. But he couldn’t help it. You were sick, and only getting worse and he was thousands of miles away.

There was a constant nagging at the bag of his head of what if he didn’t get back in time. What if he didn’t get to say goodbye. What if… what if…

No. He’s fine now. You’re fine now. He had freaked out for no reason. You’re here, you’re safe, you’re alive, you’re his.

You had eaten the soup, showered, and taken your medication without even a hint of protest. You were being such a good girl for him. Doing everything he asked, never leaving his side.

It was obvious you missed him, and for some reason that made him feel… pride.

Now he had you curled up with him on the couch eating ice cream as you showed him all the things you had trained Bravo to do. You had a glint in your eyes as you commanded the furball to sit, lay down, roll over, and whatever the fuck else you had taught it.

Dabi had this weird feeling settle over him. Sitting here with you in his lap, as you ate ice cream and played with your dog. It felt like you had become… a family.

Family… was never a word that had inspired positive feelings for him. He had terrible memories of his old home life. He had a few fond memories of his siblings, maybe even some of his mother. But everything was overshadowed by the hell his father put him through.

But now he could feel that frozen heart of his, start to thaw out. He still struggles convincing himself that he doesn’t deserve you, and sometimes he still thinks you might be better off with Bakugo. But for now, you were his, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

His hand snaked down and spread out over your stomach and his chin rested on your shoulder. He watched Bravo hop into your lap and had to admit he was a little jealous of the little guy.

“Aw who’s a good boy? Who’s mommy’s good boy?” You squished Bravos cheeks together and kissed his nose.

“Okay enough with the dog. You’ve been loving on the dog since I got home. It’s my turn.”

You scoffed, “Please don’t tell me you feel threatened by a puppy.”

He flipped you over so you were chest to chest with him laying on top of you, caging you to the couch. “Of course I’m not threatened… but I’ve been gone a while and the mutts hogging all the attention.”

You giggled as he nuzzled into your neck demanding that you love him. “I can’t believe big, bad, who’s your daddy, Dabi is jealous of a little puppy.”

Your hands moved, one to his hair and the other snaked under his shirt and scratched his back. He hummed as his lips pressed a quick peck to your jaw. “I missed you…”

Your hands continued to trace patterns up and down his back. “I know. I missed you too.”

His breathing started to slow and he squeezed you closer to him. He started mumbling things as he slipped into the first peaceful sleep he’s had since he left.

“What was that? Dabi you’re mumbling honey.”

He let out a huge sigh and mumbled again only this time slightly louder, “Said ‘m gonna putta baby in you.”

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*The Laws* 1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn't your fault 4.We work on communication every day 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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[katsukibakugouprompts]

Torture/mindbreaking, trauma,recovery, hurt/comfort, dkbk/bkdk & class 1A

Katsuki Is kidnapped and put under a mind-altering quirk which plays out ultra-realistic events in his head, replacing his memories with false ones. The villains embed in him horrific memories, ones of his parents being executed, those he loves dying violently, even at his own hands. By the time the heroes are able to rescue him, he’s broken, traumatized down to the core by the false reality they’ve created.

Desperate to have his Kacchan back, Izuku takes on the heartbreaking task of helping Katsuki navigate a world where everything he’s endured never happened, and he no longer knows what to believe. Luckily, he’s not alone, and Class 1A is going to do all they can to reassure Katsuki that he is safe, that he is not a villain, and that there is hope for him to get better

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[bkdkology]

A BKDK ANALYSIS

Part: 2/?

vol 1(ch1)

Disclaimer: these analysis pieces are all opinion based and in no way attempt to claim aspects of the canonverse.

The Sludge Incident

This incident is one of many defining moments for bkdk because it has two main significances:

1 It sets the precedent for Katsuki’s spiraling development.

2. puts a painful wedge in his already egregious relationship with Izuku.

We can clearly see that as Katsuki desperately fights the sludge villain, he hardly has any regard for his surroundings, including people that may be in the way of his dangerous quirk. As he is now, his goals for becoming the best hero have little to do with maintaining the well being of people, but rather to beat the crap out of villains, and as for aiming to be in the highest tax bracket, it’s less about the money and more about proving his status as the greatest hero. Katsuki’s main vision in life can be summed up in one word: winning.

He’s unable to shake off the sludge villain even with a quirk as powerful as his, and that tears a rift in his ego that will follow him for more than half of the series.

The exact opposite of Katsuki’s goals is true for Izuku. Izuku is naturally caring and extremely attentive to anyone he meets, especially for people that he holds in high regard. In one of the light novels that take place just before the war arc, during their internship at Endeavor’s Agency, Izuku mentions to Katsuki that he remembers in elementary school Katsuki loved to eat spicy food so much that curry became sweet to him.

Izuku’s nature is inclined to analyze and remember even the smallest of details about people. It’s something that comes as naturally to him as breathing, and why it’s so easy for him to empathize and understand peoples quirks no matter how complex they may be. ( huge points for such incredible neurodivergent representation!)

Izuku and Katsuki had the chance to become the best of friends growing up, because Izuku absolutely loved everything about him. But somewhere along their shared childhood memories, the difference in their visions of what it means to be a hero, and the constant praise from adults and kids for being born with a rare power caused Katsuki to violently tear their friendship apart.

Izuku wants to become a hero that saves people with a smile, it’s what he values the most in All Might. And THAT is the single detail about him that Katsuki absolutely despises. The fact that little quirkless wonder Izuku Midoriya has not given up his dream to become a hero that saves people.

After all the incessant bullying, constantly reminding Izuku that he’s useless, and a final attempt by telling Izuku to take a swan dive off the roof. Even after everything Katsuki put him through, Izuku still jumped at the chance to save him. And it changes everything.

The only thing Katsuki finds worth in at this point is quirk value and strength, and yet Izuku’s existence in his life was defiant of all his expectations from people. Izuku was like a thorn at his side, always talking excitedly about heroes, looking forward to a future where he could become one despite not having a quirk. It bothered Katsuki, why would Izuku continue to dream about something he can’t have with such a stupidly positive outlook? Why is he always helping people even though he’s useless?

Izuku’s heart is strong, his vision is clear, and everything about it threatens Katsuki to his core, because in the back of his mind, a part of him understands that Izuku’s motives have always been pure and focused on others, which goes against everything Katsuki built his life on. He spent 10 years being subjected to hundreds of kids with different quirks as he advanced through school, and most of them didn’t have half the power Katsuki did. Out of everyone, Izuku was the only one who dared to defy him time and time again, despite Katsuki beating him down, Izuku always stood up again and kept his eyes on him. No matter how hard Katsuki tried to snuff his dreams out, to stomp on the embers of Izuku’s fire, Izuku kept coming back.

The sludge incident was like throwing water into a grease fire, it exploded Katsuki’s superiority complex out of control, when HE became the person Izuku tried to save, when useless, quirkless Deku looked at him with those eyes, he couldn’t stand it. He’d lost twice in one day, he lost to the sludge villain, and he’d lost to Izuku even if he was outwardly denying it. He refuses to see any weaknesses within himself, and projects his insecurities onto Izuku. Katsuki chased after Izuku to remind him that he’s a quirkless failure, and to reaffirm his own need to feel superior.

It’s startling to me just how sensitized Izuku is to Katsuki’s tone of voice and horrible facial expressions from years of bullying. At this point, I wasn’t really a BKDK supporter because it indeed seemed like Izuku was the type to let horrible shit slide. But later I found out Izuku definitely wouldn’t let it happen, he’s incredibly resilient and disciplined, his strong will made him never really take anything to heart. I’m sure there are a handful of things Katsuki did to him that will be difficult to forgive, but Izuku has an admiration for him and willingness to see beyond his negative aspects.

After this, Katsuki leaves Izuku alone for the most part, but more on that next time: U.A entrance exam

If you’re interested in the series (I’m doing all of Bnha from start to current) you’ll find my posts under the first hashtag. ty <3

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[bokubaddie]

yours.

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

rating: MA

warnings: (hardcore?) smut & degradation

notes: kinda contains some todoroki x reader ?

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was it wrong? yes.

would this be frowned upon? definitely.

did it make you want him any less? absolutely not.

“bakugou...please”, his hands ran down your side as he pushed into you harder, knowing it’s how you liked it. your back arched, pushing your exposed, swollen chest into his. the atmosphere in the room was pulsing. steam from the forgotten shower spilled into the occupied room, making the experience more intense and pleasurable.

“fuck (y/n), baby”, Bakugou pants in your ear, and you can hear the pure arousal in his voice.

this affair had been going on about a week after shouto todoroki broke your heart. his half-n-half heart more cold then he let on in the beginning of your relationship. though it seemed to have broken off peacefully, you took it quite the opposite. you had investes so much time into the relationship and completely forgotten to take care of yourself while you two were together. you didn’t know where you went wrong, but obviously you did. a week before, you could have predicted the events that were oncoming. the sex was no longer satisfying. no warm meals waiting for you when you got home to your now dark apartment. the flame was dead, and there was no way to rekindle it. not now anyways. not after you had coped by sleeping with todoroki’s best friend the night you two fell apart. nope.

“fuck me, bakugou!”, you cried, spasming around him as you recalled the first night of you two colliding. the sex had finally been satisfying. there was a new flame, a brighter flame, being ignited. as your mind wandered from your breakup, back to bakugou’s tan and toned body, your long-forgotten phone buzzed on your nightstand.

bzz... bzz... bzz...

“fuck!” bakugou yelped, lifting himself off of you to grab your phone, as you moaned from the instant loss of pressure in your body. you missed him already.

“who the fuck is gonna be calling you at fucking 3 in the fucking morning?” he lifted your still-buzzing phone from the table and held it up to his face, eyes widening when he finally made out who it was.

“why the hell is todoroki calling you?” he pushed the phone down to your face, (e/c) eyes squinting at the intrustion of bright light. “i thought you’d gotten rid of his ass”, bakugou rolled onto the mattress beside you, bringing his hand down to rub gently on your folds, not wanting you to forget what was actually important here. “you gonna answer it, baby?” he breathes in your ear, kissing gently on the skin just below the lobe, biting down enough to mark you for the next couple days. “i guess so”, you bring your shaking hand up to the green answer button, breathing in shakily as you get the balls to answer

“hello?” you answer the phone, ready for whatever bullshit he was about to spew your way. not that he was abusive, but at this point, whatever came out of his mouth was bullshit to you.

“(y/n)?” todoroki asks gently. you can tell he’d been crying. over what? hell if you know. “(y/n)....i need you back. please”, he mumbles into the phone, “i didn’t know what i was doing when i broke it off with you. i just didn’t know. it’s harder than it was when you were here”. you didn’t exactly know how to take that. what the hell does that even mean. you hear todoroki sniffle into the phone.

“todoroki...”, you sigh, looking over at bakugou whos red eyes pierced to your soul when you made eye contact.

did you want todoroki back? did you miss him as much as he missed you? you remember all the good nights where he came home and cuddled into your side in the bed, kissing your neck and insinuating a sinful evening. you remember the times where he would pull you into the living room floor, dancing with you, giggling, and kissing you so hard you could taste his wine-stained breath. you remember the nights he would invite bakugou and izuku over, playing the latest video game, while you watched. they were so entertaining. you smile at the memory.

that’s when it hits you. it wasn’t meant to be and you know it, right? it was over. you thought about all the nights where he wouldn’t come home or he would come home in the ungodly hours of the morning. the days where he wouldn’t even show you a sliver of his attention, claiming his hero work was tiring. you knew he’d been off work those days, but you blinded yourself with your love for him. you had to.

“todoroki... i’ll have to talk to you later”, you pulled the phone away from your ear, finger ghosting over the red ‘end call’ button. but you hear him say one last thing.

“(y/n)...i love you”

you ended the call and threw the phone down on the messed up sheets, pulling your arm over your eyes. fuck him. he knows you have a soft heart for him. fuck him!

“(y/n)?” bakugou lifted himself up on his arms. “(y/n)? baby? you okay? what did he say?” he moves in closer to you. the scent of caramel and sweat wafted to your nose, and you moved your arm, looking at bakugou with tear-ridden eyes. “fuck him”, you whisper, rolling your eyes at the thought of his manipulative ‘i love you’

“his usual bullshit. i don’t know how to feel about him bakugou. i don’t know how to feel about us. i want you. i want you so bad. but who knows. are we going to turn out like todoroki and i? what even are we?”, you sit up on the bedframe, pulling the sheets over your nude body, not wanting to expose yourself anymore physically than emotionally.

“(y/n)”, bakugou moves his face closer to yours, the sultry look he gives you makes your center throb back to life. “i want you too. i’ve wanted you for god knows how long. i’ve wanted you before you were his. he doesn’t deserve you”, he leans in, kissing your chest, making his way up to your swollen lips, pecking you gently. “please. let me take care of you, baby. please”, he motions to his rock-hard boner, moving his hand down to your lower region. fuck. did you deserve bakugou? todoroki’s best friend?

“but when todoroki finds out about this...what will we do? what will HE do?” you roll over on top of bakugou, sitting on his stomach right above his dick. he looks up at your shocked by your sudden movement.

“you want me to tell you something, brat?” bakugou whispers, pushing you back, climbing on top of you, like a predetor sizing up its prey. “i don’t care if he finds out. and i hope he does. i hope he walks in the door right now, as i’m fucking you fucking stupid. i want him to walk in as i’m eating your pussy, with you begging me to stick my fat cock inside you, because that’s the only way you’ll ever feel completely satisfied”, his hand snaked its way up your soft body, to your neck, his fingers wrapping lightly, but still adding pressure. “or do you want to call him from that fucking phone and scream into the speaker as i fuck you? huh, babygirl? you wanna let him know whose you are, baby?’’

holy fuck.

you swallowed heavily, looking into bakugou’s maroon, feral eyes. did he really mean every word? did you...actually want that to happen?.....fuck.

“b-bakugou”, you shutter beneath him, looking up at his with scared....but aroused eyes, your pupils bursting with lust. “yeah, love?” he smirked, biting his lip and waiting patiently for your response. “i....”, you looked down. were you ready for him? were you ready for someone other than todoroki?

yes.

“fuck me, bakugou”, you looked up at him, praying that he will fill you. “fuck me hard, bakugou. i’m yours”, you begged him, giving him puppy-dog eyes, hoping he will prove his words to you. you wanted him. you wanted bakugou. you wanted his body. you wanted him.

“yes ma’am”, he leans in, making hard contact with your quivering lips. his tongue breaks barrier and moves around in your warm, welcoming mouth, claiming his territory. his hand tightens around your throat, squeezing the sides as he feels you shake beneath him. you pull away from his grasp to beg.

“please, bakugou. please”, you thrust your hips up, making small contact with his dick, enough to make him shudder though.

“let me have my way with you first, baby”, he smirks and kisses his way down your moist body. you smelled like heaven to him. your arousal mixing in with the slight smell of vanilla from your body wash blew him away. he reaches your chest and marks them with small bruises that will definitely show more vibrantly tomorrow. he hoped todoroki took notice. he moved lower quickly, wanting to taste you on his tongue. as he reaches lower and lower, you start to push him, just to pass on a little encouragement.

that’s when it happened, that’s when he lost control.

you looked down as he took light breaths on your wet center, blowing slightly harder than he needed to.

you wanted him to know how much you needed him.

as you wrapped your fingers in his messy, blonde hair, you made eye contact as you called him his favorite name.

“please, daddy?” you say a bit more higher pitch than usual. you needed him so bad.

the atmosphere in the room flip-flopped. you could feel bakugou’s arousal in the air. the thick, tense air changed. it shifted.

he dug his face into your pussy, eating as if it were his first and last meal. you couldn’t help but scream his name. he knew how sensitive you were, and he used it to his advantage. you could hear how messy he was being. you could hear his saliva mix with your juices. he sloshed around in your wet core, so much, that you forgot how to actually shut the fuck up.

“bakugou! please! please! please!” you cry, pushing his head further into your sopping core. he did so, going as far as he could, his tongue reaching inside of you as far as it could.

when he came up to take a breath, that’s when you saw him. his mouth was dripping in your arousal. saliva dripped down from his chin as a small string connected him to your throbbing pussy. he took notice of your awe-stricken face and licked around his mouth, removing any excess that he missed.

“feel good?” he asked, slipping two fingers toward your core. “do you want more than that, baby?” he pushes the fingers closer, where they just barely touched your swollen lips. you didn’t even know if you could talk.

“no, i want you”, your face turned bright red and you had to look away. you knew what was coming. it was one of bakugou’s favorite bedroom activities, making you beg.

“what do you want, doll?” he pushes two fingers under your jaw and makes you face him. fuck. he is so sexy. you just had to take in the sight. his body hovering over yours. his solid abs, moving with every breathe he took. his face. god. his face. maroon eyes looking down at you, in the best degrading way ever. his lips moist with your arousal. his usually spikey-hair, now tame. you could cum from the sight.

“i said, what do you want?” he snaps you back into reality, moving his face closer to yours.

“i want your cock inside of me, p-please?” you throw on your best pair of puppy dog eyes and pout. you knew you controlled him now. “please, daddy?” you extend your bottom lip further, exaggerating the pout, but pushing bakugou over the edge. you know what’s coming just from his fiery smirk.

he pushes into you, his head barely even in before you start moaning. you loved his dick. like actually loved. his thick tip pushes past your walls and you already feel full. as he pushes in the rest, you can’t help but cry. the pain wasn’t bad, it was just so good. tears fell from your eyes as bakugou completely sheathed himself inside of your warm cavern. you can feel his heartbeat inside of you, and every vein that pokes out from the side of his large shaft. he was so much better than todoroki in this aspect. he fucks you for your pleasure, not his own. he wants you to feel good. he takes pride in getting you to cum on him. he starts to move and that’s when your screams start.

“b-bakugou!” you cry, wrapping your legs around his back. “bakugou, you feel so good. you’re so big!” you scream, probably way louder than you should. your apartment is notorious for thin walls and shitty neighbors, but that just encouranged bakugou more. “yeah? yeah, baby? you feel that good?” he pounds into you with every word, making your (e/c) eyes widen and roll back. “it’s almost like you’ve never been fucked this good in your life”, he laughs, wrapping his hands back around your throat. “you wanna cum for me, baby? you wanna release yourself on daddy’s cock?” he rocks into you at a powerful force, making you open your mouth in a silent scream. of course, making you recreate the perfect aheago face. “yes, baby. cum for daddy”, he thrust into you and holds it in you, making his thrusts more powerful than before, your bed bounces against the walls. you make a mental note to put pillows between them next time.

“daddy!” you cry, looking up into bakugou’s eyes. his pride wells up as tears fall from your beautiful eyes. he wanted go ruin you. “yeah?” he taunts, laughing and sticking his tongue out, letting saliva begin to pool on your chest. you tighten on him and that’s how he knows it’s the climax of the night. his thrusting fastens and he brings his hand down between you to rub your sensitive clit, jerking it a little rough sometimes to help you reach your climax faster.

“cum for me, princess. cum on me, please”, he begs, rocking into you at a decent pace. “i-i’m cumming!” you cry, wrapping yourself around him tighter and squeezing his own release out of him. he fills you up with his seed, pushing it as deep into you as he can, moaning sweet nothings into your ear. he wanted to make sure you were his.

he falls off of you, collapsing next to you on the mattress. you were both absolutely spent.

“bakugou?” you manage out. he turns his head towards you, smiling lightly as he sees your exhausted face.

“hm?” he wonders. you roll over and put your head on his chest, hearing his racing heartbeat.

“i think....i love you”, you close your eyes and smile, “i’m yours bakugou”.

as soon as those words fell out of your mouth, you were asleep. bakugou knew that.

“i think i love you too, dumbass”

safe to say, todoroki was no longer a problem.

notes

hi! whew! i haven’t written a xreader fic in a while! if possible, please leave me feedback on what i can do better for my next fic! <3 if there are any spelling errors, i apologize! i wrote this in like... an hour lmao.

if you took the time to read this, thank you so much!!! you are so appreciated! <3

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[katsukikitten]

A/N I cant wait for yall to read this

Sunlight fights to filter in beneath the thick curtains, causing you to stir slightly as the sweet smell of burning sugar pulls you closer.

Happily you snuggle deeper into the scent, drowning in it as you nose your way further into the crook of a soft neck. A hum escapes you as you are pulled quickly back under tow dreaming of a sweet shop with nothing but squares of caramel and deep candy apple eyes.

A harsh knock comes at the door snapping you back to reality causing your muscles to tense with burning adrenaline. You're pulled ever closer, pressed impossibly so into a muscled chest, pops ringing out of a steady hand.

"Who the fuck is it?" Voice dark, deep with sleep and venom. Causing your body to act on it's own as your stomach and core flutter.

The dream makes more sense as you slowly remember last night, your cheeks aflame.

"Ka..Kaachan. We're late! Our plane leaves in half an hour and I'm worried about Y/N. She isn't picking up her phone and she won't answer her door. I...I dont remember her coming back with us last night. She came back with us right? We didn't leave her? The girls left before us and..." He continues on in a tangent as Bakugo growls. Both of you relish each other's skin for a moment before letting go, giving one another an odd glance as you both dress. Katsuki nods towards the sliding door as he breaks Deku's worry spell.

"Oi! Oi!" Bakugo growls ripping the door open enough that his top half sticks out, "She and I brought you back. She's probably taking forty fucking years to get ready like normal. Let me get my shit together."

He glances over his shoulder to watch you gracefully float from his balcony to yours. His eyes return to his oldest frenemy. Jade eyes hazed, half asleep, deep bags pull at his features harshly enough to have the hot head say.

"You look like shit. Did you take the meds Y/N left out for you?" Deku nods, gripping his forearm tightly.

"I'm sorry I..." But Bakugou cuts him off.

"Told you you couldn't out drink me, ya fucking light weight. Now get ready, when I'm done I'll get Y/N." He sighs shutting the door just before Deku turns to make his way back.

Katsuki stares at his unmade bed, at your card and phone sitting on his nightstand, reliving the night before.

He hopes he didn't make a mistake or take advantage of you depsite both of you being drunk as fuck.

The lingering smell of your shampoo clings to him like a lost lover causing him to bite his lower lip.

You stand in front of the glass door, debating if you should go in. Brave hands act on their own as they grip onto the door, flinging it to the side before you step into the dark room.

After a quick scan, it is safe to say that no one is present. House keeping had come to freshen your sheets and towels and you do not see anything amiss. The only thing noticeable is the slight indent on the side of the bed. You convince yourself that it's from the natural sag of the mattress.

Quickly you grab for your bag, checking to make sure you have all of your extra hero suits before grabbing onto the Bakugou waifu pillow having half a mind to leave it here.

But the longer you stare the more your head swims as your stomach twists with the weight of uncertainty.

Of the silent tension the two of you carried that could shift your relationship drastically one way or the other.

Little time is left before the three of you are supposed to leave, yet you make your way to the shower anyway. Cranking it up as high as it will go before standing in the burning water.

Almost wishing you were sharing the shower with the same person who left little purple bites over your breasts.

Even with your shower you manage to beat both of your male coworkers to the hallway.

Waiting patiently as you lean agaisnt your door, heart fluttering as you relive the ENTIRE weekend.

Of green eyes you hope to never see again, of a glass replica of your own eye, a threatening note, of the laughs you shared with the former 1A.

Of the closeness that developed between you and the women, that developed between you and Izuku.

And especially the smile that Bakugo has been sharing with you.

Of the eye contact from last night. Your heart freefalls into your stomach with enough force that the wind leaves you in a small "Fuck."

Hand pushing through wet hair as Izuku emerges from his room.

"Oh Y/N, thank goodness you're okay!" He wraps strong arms around your frame, flooding your senses with peppermint and a hint of lime.

"Oi, oi stop being dramatic I told ya the brat was fucking fine." Katsuki huffs, slamming his door, "You forgot this in my pocket last night."

There is little bite in his voice as his hand holds out your phone. He looks over you with deft eyes, reading your body language for distress while checking to see if any bruises were visible all before slinking back down to your hand.

That you haphazardly rewrapped. A snarl escapes his lips as you grab onto your phone, eyes burning into you.

"Remind me to never let you wrap my wounds." He nudges your shoulder with his own, crimsom eyes shining more than usual. You scoff at his remark, shoving him roughly.

"You act as if I wouldn't hope that you'd bleed out first." You flick your hair as you sashay past him fighting to keep the smile off of your face. A smile where a scowl should be. The two of you quip and bicker like normal but something is...different. Or at least it seems that way to Izuku as he watches the two of you interact. Studying the odd pair as he wonders what has changed.

It's a subtle change, as he hadn't caught on until the two of you had gotten onto the plane.

Suddenly Izuku couldn't help but notice that there was a little less animosity, a little less hostility between the two of you.

And he sure as hell didn't miss the lingering glances the two of you shared.

Bakugo slides into his seat across the aisle as he did a short two days ago, headphones on, scarlet eyes glancing at you before squeezing shut. You choose the window seat staring out at the tarmac below. Izuku watches your eyes flutter and blur with unshed tears as whatever heartwrenching thought crosses your mind. He swallows thickly ignoring you to give you privacy.

The three of you stand in front of the towering building of your agency.

All three of you asked to return to the office for various reasons.

A set of jeweled jade and burning scarlet rove over you, worry lacing their eyes in two atronomicly different forms. Furrowed brows and a narrowed glare.

You sigh pulling your luggage behind you as you walk through the office doors first.

Bakugo finds his office exactly as he left it. A mountain of paper work that is close to being over due. He bites at his lower lip as he slams into his office chair wondering how your conversation you must be having is going. Rocking in his leather chair as he stares at his phone, avoiding work as his ears perk hoping for sound in the office beside him.

Your office settled between his and Deku's. He growls out when he hears that stupid cheery voice of Deku's thanking his assistant before Bakugo descides he should probably do some work while he waits for your return.

Snarling curses to himself as he doesn't understand *why* he is so anxious to hear from you when normally he would relish your getting in trouble.

Shining eyes stare up at him settled on rouged cheeks, plush lips forming his name devouring every other thought on his mind.

He grinds his teeth trying to forget as deadly hands open his wallet to pull out his ID card for his office laptop only to be met with your debit card staring up at him.

"Fuck." He snarls abandoning his task in search of you. Not that he really had a qualm about avoiding paper work. He just spots you leaving the agency through his large office windows.

Odd, had you not had your meeting? Usually when you were in trouble with the director the lights flickered AT LEAST once. He takes the steps two at a time, pushing through the door to the stairwell just in time to over hear the latest gossip from front reception.

"So Tejina just up and quit after a paid vacation?" The security guard asks, setting down his extra cup for who he was obviously pining after. She barely gives it a second glance.

"She didn't even pack any of her stuff." The receptionist sighs, filing at a nail, "We might have to clean out her office."

" Ungrateful bi.."But before he can finish his sentence a loud pop rings out. He freezes staring down the top hero before swallowing thickly. Scarlet burns into mundane brown before he shifts his weight to walk through the double doors. All the while the security guard thanks his lucky stars.

"Oi!" Bakugo calls after you but you ignore him, pushing through your mixed emotions as you stomp your way towards home, "OI Y/N!"

But he is just as persistent as the memory of harsh vermilion turning soft as it glimpsed into your soul.

"Fuck." You mutter, walking faster dragging your stupid suitcase in your wake.

An explosion erupts, landing a toned body directly in front of you. Heated hands finding your shoulders quickly to stop you in your tracks. You jerk back from his touch and he tries not to let the hurt shine through on his face.

"What happened?" A bite that you ignore, trying to shove past him just to repeat the dance again. Jerk away, obvious display of hurt attempting to meld into rage. The longer you dont speak the more his blood boils before he finally sounds off.

"Did you really fucking quit?!" He yells loudly enough that birds flee from trees and rooftops. Avoiding his gaze you stare at his clenched fists, wanting everything and nothing to do with him all at once.

He was the last person you wanted to see.

Especially after the look on the director's face when you stated your resignation.

But here he stood in all his muscled glory, blocking your way.

Somethings never changed did they?

"Yes Bakugo I fucking quit. I'm done I.." Just as you're about to allow yourself to break, to consciously cry in front of the last human being you thought you could ever be vulnerable with he burts with popping motion.

"YOU FUCKING QUIT? FOR FUCKING WHAT?!" He heaves, pressing further, pushing your last button, "I didn't think you would quit over something so trivial as your fan base."

Red clouds your vision and drowns out any rational thought you had as your body moves on it's own accord. Your fist rears back, slaming into a sturdy jaw line causing him to slide back a few feet. And with it infecting him with that all consuming *red*.

A mixture of a snarl and smirk contort his handsome features as he spits blood onto the ground. He lunges, powering himself with his quirk as he comes for you.

Luggage far from forgotten as you bring it up to swing, hitting him in his ribs fucking his flight attack. He counters with a point blank explosion to which you stop with a shaky shield.

Struggling to keep the energy formed with nothing as its base. You distance yourself only for him to close the space, knowing full well you worked best from afar.

Well he sure as fuck better know considering how many hours he was forced to spend with you. He watches your quirk activate and deactivate in a matter of seconds, anticipating all of the projectiles you produce.

But he fails to notice the large boulder you steal from rock garden in the courtyard of the agency. He lunges for you again hot finger tips grazing your skin before you bring the large boulder down with full force.

Pinning him into the ground until a satisfying crack rings out.

Heaved breaths echo in the semi silence as the two of you work your problems out the only way strong quirk holders seem to know how.

Destruction spelling out every word that you'd never dare to speak. He gets the message loud in clear, although too late, as he watches your posture shrink just the slightest as you look down at him.

Barely able to hold eye contact, he produces a strong enough explosion for the boulder to become confetti on the wind before he stands, spitting crimson into the dirt.

This was your opportunity to move, this was the turning point of your relationship with him.

If he comforted you now for what felt like the thousandth time in the past few days you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him again.

Caramel tickles your nose on the wind moments before he stands before you, deadly palms resting on your exposed biceps. Gently squeezing as if the two of you hadn't tried to off the other. He sighs, body relaxing before you as you stare at his ever rising chest.

"Please...please tell me what's going on." He sounds desperate and you are unsure if you've ever heard a tone like this from him before. You heart pounds in your chest and painfully so. As if it were ensnared in an unsuspecting trap, barbs puncturing the tender flesh with each agonizing beat.

*"I should end this here. I should end this now."*

Is the all consuming thought you have before your mouth moves all on it's own. You hold his gaze, matching the intensity as you stare into his stunning scarlet eyes.

Eyes that you tell yourself are actually green.

"Please, as if you really fucking care Ground Zero." You cannot even bring yourself to use his name. Knowing that when you were to sound out the syllables your voice was sure to crack, his grip becomes tighter. Those damn lips you want to devour morph into a thin line biting back his ire.

"It's funny that you are so touch starved you would take a pity fuck as anything more." He jerks away then, eyes widening before turning into a nasty glare.

Still you continue your assault, pushing him with hot hands as you pretend so desperately that he is someone else.

Anyone else so you can push him away from you, hurt him enough that he would never look in your direction again.

That wouldn't be so bad right?

"We were never friends and we never will be. Quit being a bitch, like I said. It. Was. A. Drunken. Pity. Fuck." You bite out each word, staring him down for a full moment before turning on your heel. Hand raised for your strown luggage to assemble itself before returning to your hand.

All the while blurring red eyes stare after your powerful form. Teeth grit so tightly they threaten to turn to dust.

He should move. He should go after you.

Those words were clearly not meant for him. You clearly weren't looking him him in the same light as before. He knows in his bones he needs to follow you to fix this.

But that would require Bakugou Katsuki to swallow his pride.

And he always chokes on it.

You're a shaking mess of nerves as you walk home, trying hard not to glance over your shoulder at any noise as you near closer to your apartment.

No one but the agency knows where you live as you took extra precaution to avoid not only the paparazzi but especially crazed fans even opting to stay in random hotel room instead of the comfort of your penthouse apartment.

You smile softly at the slightly dilapidating building, climbing the crumbling concrete steps jingling one of the three keys it requires to get into your apartment.

The first for the front door.

The second for the stairwells

The final for your deadbolt and handle.

Both slide in easily as you breath in the smell of your dusty and dank apartment.

Relishing the fact that no one would find you here. The black out curtains are drawn keeping the apartment plunged in a never ending nighttime. You toss your keys onto the entry table closing the door behind you as you set your luggage down with a sigh.

Suddenly the air seems to shift, dust particles disturbed in the slight sunlight that streams in the small crack of the curtains sending your heart into a panic.

Green is reflected to you in the screen of your TV as breath floats down the nape of your neck.

Before you can react a sticky substance is placed over your mouth and nose, steadily forcing its way in and down your throat. A panic sets a cold sweat onto your goose skin as you realize the substance is forming from a thick forearm.

That you beat onto desperately as your vision begins to fade to black. Quirk grabbing onto anything to smash into your assailant just for it to be absorbed. Green holds your panicked gaze.

"You really couldn't have picked a better time to quit." He presses his noise into your throat huffing in your scent as you feel a shutter go through him. The strength in your body begins to fade with your vision before he runs his tongue along the hollow of your exposed collar bone.

"I told you you'd be mine soon enough *Doll.*"

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Misery Business

Chapter 10: Forgiveness

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Izuku couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kacchan was... sorry? How could that be? Katsuki hated him. He was useless, embarrassing to be around. Katsuki had told him as much. But now he was saying... he thought Izuku was strong? Tears began soaking the bandages covering Izuku's eyes.

"You-you're sorry?" Izuku stuttered in disbelief, clutching the hem of his comforter.

"Yeah," Katsuki replied from somewhere across the room, his voice low and apologetic. "I know you probably want me to leave, and I will but..."

He paused, and the tension of the room was so thick you could slice it.

"I had to apologize. Maybe one day you'll be able to forgive me."

"I forgive you, Kacchan." Izuku answered immediately, without even pausing to consider. And there it was, Izuku's biggest weakness. The part of him that made him do crazy things, like talk to the homeless on the street and help bullies. At his core, he had a fundamental belief that people have good in them, and with that belief came the compulsion to bring the good out in them. Izuku could tell Kacchan was being honest, the fact he had admitted weakness at all was proof, but even if he hadn't been sure, he would have given him the benefit of the doubt. Izuku wanted to forgive him, because Katsuki could be a good person, Izuku just knew it. Maybe that was why he had accepted Katsuki's support contract all those weeks ago, maybe Izuku had been waiting for this moment since then. Maybe he had been waiting for it for years.

"You... what?" Katsuki's voice was choked, stuttering in disbelief.

"I forgive you." Izuku repeated, more confidently, despite the tears now streaming down his cheeks. He could here Katsuki crying too now, his sniffles audible from across the room.

"J-Just like that?"

"Of course, Kacchan." Izuku reassured, running his fingers along the comforter's seam.

"But I've been so fucking horrible to you, and-"

"You have, but things change. People change. You can change."

"Can I?" Katsuki laughed mirthlessly through his tears, "I've been pretty shit at changing so far."

Izuku felt his heart twinge in sympathy. All things considered, he had been pretty bad at change too. "Anyone can be a hero, Kacchan. Even you."

There was a brief moment of silence, and Izuku wondered if he had angered Katsuki, but soon enough his childhood friend piped up again.

"I'm gonna do it then," Katsuki answered, his voice full of his trademark confidence, "I'm gonna be a hero. A real hero, the kind we used to idolize as kids!"

A smile slipped onto Izuku's lips as he remembered their good childhood memories. Watching All Might highlight videos, playing with action figures. The days when anything seemed possible, when being a hero seemed within his grasp.

"And you'll do it too- you'll be a hero too. Get hired by an agency like we always dreamed, right Izuku?"

Izuku pulled himself from his reverie. Kacchan would be a hero. But Izuku? Anyone could be a hero... but not Izuku. He didn't have the ability, and lately, he didn't have the motivation. He could barely pull himself out of bed on good days, and on bad ones he was completely despondent. He felt like a shell of the person he had been before his surgery. Ugly, useless, completely and permanently blind. No agency in their right mind would hire him.

"I think... this might be something you do without me, Kacchan."

"What?"

"I'm not going to stay at UA... I'm dropping out." Izuku admitted. He had already lost a week of school, and even though he was technically 'well' enough to go back, the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. He hadn't left the house since his surgery, the thought of strangers whispering and staring keeping him indoors. The idea of his classmates seeing him like this was even more daunting. His appearance had never really concerned him before, but something had changed, and now it was all he could think about.

"You can't!" Hatsume, who had been silent until then, piped up. "You're so close to graduation, it's just one more year!"

"I've already made up my mind." Izuku muttered, sinking down into his bed.

"What the hell, Izuku-" Katsuki yelled indignantly.

"I'm not going to argue about this!" Izuku cut him off, swallowing thickly. He turned his head away from them. "I think you guys should go."

"Fine." Katsuki snapped. "But don't think for a second I'm gonna let you give up!" The door swung loudly on its hinges as his heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Izuku buried his head in his hands just as his mom walked into the room.

"Izuku, sweetie, are you okay?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine, mom."

"But Katsuki was yelling at you!"

"He didn't hurt me! He was saying sorry, actually..." Izuku explained awkwardly. It sounded so wrong coming out of his mouth, but Katsuki really had apologized.

"He said sorry?"

"Yeah."

"Oh Izuku, that's wonderful!" His mom wrapped him up in a tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of him.

Izuku shrugged. He was happy that Katsuki had apologized, and he had been happy to forgive him, but it didn't fix the numbness that he felt about everything all the time. It was like a big wet fog had descended over him. He didn't really feel anything, and the things that used to interest him, like his support gear work, didn't interest him anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep, he was so, so tired. He slumped against his mom and she loosened her hold a bit, fabric rustling as she moved against the comforter.

"Sweetie, we need to change your dressings, can you sit up a bit?"

Izuku nodded, and pushed himself up against his headboard. The wooden slats dug into his back uncomfortably.

"Can you hold the tobradex for me?"

Izuku held out his hand, and his mom pushed a small plastic vial into it, the ridges on the cap rough against his palm. After a week of doing this daily, Izuku knew the routine, but the strangeness of it, of not having eyes in his sockets, hadn't faded. As his mom gently peeled the tape that kept the bandages against his sockets off, Izuku reached to take the crocheted coaster Uraraka had given him out of his pocket. It had become something of a good luck charm since he got back from the hospital.

"Okay, you can go ahead and put the drops in." His mom said, her warm hand rubbing back and forth on his shoulder.

Carefully, Izuku unscrewed the bottle, making sure to keep hold of the cap. He tilted his head back, pulled his left eyelid up slightly at the corner, and carefully put two drops in. The sensation was so alien, the drops were cold against his eyelid, but his eye felt nothing, because there was no eye there, just a piece of plastic, called a conformer, to keep his sockets in shape until he could get prosthetics. Izuku repeated the process on his other eye, then his mom's hand brushed against his, taking the bottle of antibiotic back and screwing the lid back on. After that she softly taped new dressings on, checking to make sure they weren't too tight. Izuku winced at her touch. He was sure that his face looked terrible, it felt swollen and wrong, but his mom never made any reaction to indicate that was the case. No quiet gasps, no hesitation to touch him. Nothing but love.

"Honey, are you sure you want to leave U.A.? She asked. They had talked about it several times in the last week, his mom trying to dissuade him from dropping out, but his opinion hadn't changed.

"Yeah." Izuku said quietly. He grabbed the coaster again and gripped it tightly, his thoughts wandering again to his friends back at school. Uraraka had texted him several times since he went in for surgery, but he hadn't answered any of her messages. He couldn't figure out what to say to her. He liked her so much, and he was terrified of her seeing him like this. He found himself disgusting now, how could he expect a girl to find him attractive? Their relationship up until now had been so normal. She saw him as a person before, and he couldn't stand the idea of becoming an object of pity to her. "It's better if I don't go back."

Katsuki was sick to his stomach. He had never seen Izuku so resigned before. The nerd was a lot of things, but a quitter wasn't one of them. He had never just given up before, he was always doing stuff, stuff he had no right to be doing in his condition. It was one of his most annoying traits, and one of the things Katsuki admired the most about him, if he was honest. Seeing Izuku so lifeless and discouraged fucking pissed Katsuki off. He had apologized to Izuku, but what good was that if the nerd was just going to throw in the towel anyway. Katsuki clenched his fist, accidentally snapping his pencil in half.

"You okay, bro?" Kirishima asked from across the table. They were doing homework together, since Katsuki had missed a lot of classes and Kirishima usually needed help reviewing anyway. Katsuki took a deep breath and pulled another pencil from his pencil case. Uni Alpha-gel, 0.5 lead. Easy on his overworked and calloused hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Katsuki lied. The truth was, he was very very distracted. He wasn't used to having this many emotions running through him. He was used to thinking about himself, about his future, about his homework. But now a bunch of other people had broken into his brain and were making things complicated. Izuku was depressed, he had been ignoring his other friends for years, and he had been roped into a support contract with Hatsume Mei. Too many fucking variables.

"You seem kinda out of it..." Kaminari probed. He had joined in the study session too. With Sero. And Mina. Fucking damn it, they made it hard to focus.

"I would be less distracted if you fuckers could shut up for ten seconds." Katsuki growled.

"Leave him alone, Bakubro, he's gotten more problems done than you," Mina teased.

"Since when do you get to call him that?" Kaminari whined.

"She doesn't." Katsuki muttered. There was no way he was going to get anything done like this. His friends were pretty fucking terrible at math, it just wasn't their strength, and he was in no state to help them. He fucking needed help, if he was ever going to get any schoolwork done again. "Can I ask you idiots something?"

"Sure man, what's up?" Kirishima put his pencil down, and the rest of the group paused and looked at him intently.

"What if... you had a friend... And your friend had a friend who they hurt for a long time. So your friend apologized to their friend, and the friend's friend forgave them. But they're still not really talking to each other, and the friend's friend is kind of fucking depressed so your friend wants to make it better but he doesn't know how.  What would you tell your friend to do?"

"What the fuck..." Sero muttered, his dumb smile gone from his face, replaced with pure confusion.

Kirishima gave him a sympathetic grin. "I'm proud of you for apologizing, bro!"

Katsuki let out a frustrated groan. "This isn't about- okay, fuck, whatever I guess it's obvious." He buried his face in his hands. "I just want to unfuck this whole damn situation, but I'm shit at dealing with people. I need help."

"Well," Mina started gently, "apologizing is always a good start, but sometimes hurt can take a long time to heal. The things you did to your friend, he might not be over them yet, and he may not want to talk to you right away, so you need to be sensitive about that."

"But he's so down," Katsuki muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, "it's not like him at all. And before you fucking ask, I don't think it's because of me this time. I just want him to stop being so damn depressed."

"Why don't you give him a present?" Kaminari suggested, clicking his pen repeatedly, clearly only half paying attention.

"What?"

"You could get him something small, just to cheer him up. That way you wouldn't be like, forcing him to be around you or whatever. You could just leave it at his house for him."

"That's a good idea, actually." Mina agreed, lifting her eyebrows.

"I have good ideas!" Kaminari exclaimed defensively.

Katsuki considered it. It was pretty genius, actually. He didn't even have to let Izuku know it was from him, it could be left outside his door.

"I think I'll do that, thanks Kaminari."

All of Katsuki's friends were staring at him again, dumbstruck.

"Okay, who are you, and what did you do with the real Bakugou?" Mina asked suspiciously, leaning in to inspect his face closely.

"I'm not fucking Camie, if that's what you're asking." Katsuki deadpanned.

"You just said thank you to Kaminari," Sero pointed out, eyebrows raised.

"So what?" Katsuki scoffed. "I can be grateful!"

There was a moment of silence while everyone looked at him in disbelief, then Ejirou exclaimed, "That is so manly! I knew you could do it!"

"Tch, whatever."

After they finished up their homework, Katsuki did a bit of thinking about what he could get Izuku. Izuku looked like he was stuck sick at home, so he was probably pretty bored. Something for him to do would be good. Katsuki thought back to the things Izuku liked to do when they were children. Comic books and manga were immediately out, because Izuku couldn't read them. An All Might jigsaw puzzle, or something like that, presented a similar problem. Fuck, what did Izuku do for fun? Katsuki had never really considered how much being blind would affect what you could do with your spare time. He needed some help coming up with ideas, someone who knew more about Izuku than he did. Then it dawned on him. He knew one of Izuku's good friends, someone who had spent lots of time with him since he went blind. He even had a support contract with her, and he had a pretty good idea of where she was at that moment.

As expected, Hatsume was in the development studio, working overtime. She had a olive coloured pair of coveralls on, and thick gloves, busy welding two pieces of metal together. Sparks flew around her, and whatever machine she was using made an obnoxious high pitched whirring noise. Somehow, she still noticed his arrival, and carefully put everything down so she could greet him.

"Bakugou! What brings you here? Our appointment is tomorrow!"

Like always she got uncomfortably close to his face while speaking, their noses practically touching.

Katsuki took a step backwards. "I need your help with something."

She reached over and plucked the hearing aid out of his right ear, activating her quirk to inspect it. "Need a tune up?"

Katsuki grit his teeth, consciously restraining himself from smacking her when everything on his right side went quiet. Although he was coming to accept his disability, he still felt vulnerable when people messed with his hearing aids. He hated not being in control. "Give it back," He demanded, glaring at her.

She looked up at him, confused, but slowly held her gloved palm out with the aid in it. Katsuki snatched it from her hand and put it back in his ear, wincing when it squealed with feedback. "Don't touch my shit without asking," he growled.

Hatsume looked taken aback at his strong reaction, and began stuttering apologetically. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything, I was just- Why do you care so much anyway?"

Katsuki took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Would you ever move Midoriya's cane without asking?"

Realization flashed across Hatsume's face.

"I don't care what the fuck you did to them, these aren't support gear," Katsuki explained, shifting uncomfortably, "they're... I don't fucking know, they're part of me, I guess."

"I'm sorry," Hatsume repeated earnestly, "I didn't know, I should have realized. I know I can be a bit..." She moved her hands back in forth in a vague movement. 'Much?' Katsuki supplied in his head. "Just tell me if I need to stop something, I'll knock it off, I don't get offended."

"Sure." Katsuki shrugged, fiddling with the aid in his ear. "I'll let you know."

"So what are you actually here for?"

"Have you heard from Midoriya lately?"

Hatsume's face fell. "Nope. He hasn't answered my texts. I think he's actually gonna drop out."

"Not if I can fucking help it." Katsuki muttered. "We're gonna get him out of whatever damn rut he's in."

"How?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." He explained, leaning casually against the wall. "My friend suggested that I give him a present, just something small to cheer him up."

"Good idea, he looked like he was sick when we saw him. A distraction would be good for him."

"Great. What does he like?" Katsuki asked.

"Well," Hatsume thought for a second, "he's addicted to coffee, he likes to compose chiptunes in his spare time, and he listens to Present Mic's radio show religiously..."

Katsuki knew about the radio show, but the other two things were news to him. It was crazy how little he knew about Izuku now.

"Does he like puzzles?" Katsuki wondered out loud, "Can blind people even do puzzles? I'm trying to think of an activity he could do. When we were little, he spent a fuckton of time watching hero videos and reading manga-"

"He still watched the videos. Well, he listens to them, and he makes Noguchi describe everything happening on screen. It's pretty funny actually, he makes Noguchi pause every two seconds..."

"Noguchi?" Katsuki had no idea who that was.

"Oh, that's our other friend, his dorm room is next to Midoriya's, so they hang out a lot after school. Honestly, he should be in on this."

Katsuki shrugged. "Sure. If you think it'll make Midoriya happy, I don't fucking care what you do."

"Damn, I didn't think you would be such a softy!" Hatsume teased, poking Katsuki in the shoulder.

"I'm not!" Katsuki could feel himself blushing. He hated it.

"You cool if I call him?" Hatsume asked, turning around to grab her phone.

"I just said it was fine..." Katsuki grumbled.

Hatsume put the phone to her ear, and Katsuki found a chair to sit in while she made the call. He pulled his hearing aids out of his ears to give himself a break, carefully inspecting them for wear. He was pretty damn used to them by now. Not only that, but he was getting used to the idea of being deaf, too. Like the hearings aids, the deafness was just another part of him. It was a weird feeling. Eventually, Hatsume hung up and walked back towards him, unzipping her coveralls and tying the arms around her waist. She had nothing but a sports bra on underneath, and Katsuki found his eyes drawn to her stomach. It was flat and toned. Not what he had expected from a Support Department student.

"You work out?" Katsuki asked, popping his hearing aids back in.

"Yeah. I rock-climb, actually. As a hobby."

Katsuki raised his eyebrows, impressed.

"What? Like what you see?" Hatsume teased.

"That's not- don't put words in my mouth!" Katsuki protested, suddenly very interested in his shoes. "...you look good..." He admitted, still avoiding looking at her.

"Thanks!" Hatsume exclaimed.

"I do mountain climbing," Katsuki continued, "as a hobby."

"We should go together sometime," Hatsume offered casually, pulling her pink dreads into a ponytail. Her arms up like that showed off her physique even more, and Katsuki felt his face heat up. Goddammit she fucking knew what she was doing to him.

"Sure." Katsuki choked out, leaning back and hoping he looked less interested than he was, "that would be cool."

The bells on the door rang, and a tall guy with a buzzcut walked in. "Hey Hatsume, what's-" He stopped in his tracks when he spotted Katsuki. "Oh my gosh is that Dynamight? You're Dynamight!"

"Yeah, that's me." Katsuki smirked.

"What the heck! You didn't tell me you knew Dynamight!" Noguchi looked at Hatsume accusingly, his already narrow eyes practically turning into lines. The guy was probably six feet tall and built like an ox, but his haircut made him look like a monk. Katsuki almost laughed imagining him standing next to Izuku, who was short, slight, and instantly identifiable with his full head of messy green curls.

"I have a Support Contract with him too." Hatsume added smugly.

"Oh my god," Noguchi said, throwing his hands in the air. "We aren't friends anymore. Introduce me to him now or I'm never buying you food again."

"Alright, alright," Hatsume acquiesced. "Noguchi, this is Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou, meet Noguchi Hiroto, world's best circuit technician."

"You flatter me," Noguchi chuckled, before holding his hand out took Bakugou. "Nice to meet you, man. I'm a big fan of you work."

Katsuki shook his hand awkwardly. He was still pretty shit at the whole meet and greet thing, in spite of taking entire classes dedicated to it.

"You're friends with Midoriya?" Noguchi asked.

"Kind of. It's complicated."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Noguchi teased.

"Ha. No." Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms. "I wish it were that simple."

Katsuki explained the situation to Noguchi, then they brainstormed gift ideas for a while, eventually landing on a pyramid puzzle they could 3D print in the development studio. Noguchi also offered to pick up some konpeito for Izuku, since that was his favourite candy, and Katsuki picked both things up from the two the next day so he could drop them off at the Midoriyas' place. He put them in a simple plastic bag, labeled "For Midoriya" in Braille (Hatsume had helped him make a label).  Just as he was about to leave the package in front of the Midoriyas' apartment, Mrs. Midoriya opened up the door.

"Katsuki!" Mrs. Midoriya looked shocked to see him. "You're back!"

"I have something for you to give to Izuku," Katsuki held the gift bag out to her, but she stepped aside, and motioned for him to enter.

"You can give it to him yourself. He's in his room."

"I don't think that's-"

"Nonsense. You two made up right? To be honest, I think he could use the company." She said, waddling down the hallway. "Izuku!" She called out, "Katsuki is here to see you!"

"What?" Izuku's confused voice called back softly from behind his door.

Katsuki cautiously cracked it open, nervous to intrude in Izuku's space. Like last time, Izuku was in bed, except now he was laid out flat on top of the comforter, his bandaged head facing the ceiling. "I have something for you. Where should I put it?"

"On my desk. I'll look at it later." Izuku whispered, not moving.

"Sure." Katsuki slowly walked to the desk, stepping over the clothing and tissues that practically covered the floor. The desk itself was in a similar state of disarray, and Katsuki gingerly moved a few stacks of heavy papers to the side so he could put the bag down. When he picked the sheets up he realized that they were covered in Braille. School papers maybe?

"Noguchi and Hatsume helped me with it." Katsuki explained, already getting ready to head back out, "anyways, I just wanted to drop this off, so I'll go now-"

"Wait-" Izuku said, turning towards him. "Stay. I...I want to talk."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Izuku to want him around at all, much less to talk. He picked some books off the floor so he could pull Izuku's desk chair out, and sat down. Izuku was shifting around on his bed, opening and closing his mouth like he had something to say, but couldn't quite find the words.

"Do I really look weird?" He said finally.

"Huh?"

"When we fought that night-"

"Fuck. Fuck no! I didn't-" Katsuki cringed, realizing how much his words had affected Izuku. "I'm an asshole, okay?"

"I know, but was it true?" He turned his head towards Katsuki, searching for answers. His eyes were still covered in bandages, and his hair was wild and unkempt. Katsuki bit his lip. It was clear Izuku wasn't taking care of himself.

"You don't look weird..." Katsuki said cautiously, trying to figure out how to be honest and gentle at the same time. "You look... like you're blind. But that's not bad. I sound like I'm deaf. That's... It's not bad."

"But it feels bad sometimes, right?" Izuku said quietly. "Being disabled..."

"Yeah," Katsuki agreed. "Sometimes it fucking blows."

"Like there's some things that other people can do, and you just can't do them. No matter how hard you try. There's some things I'll never be able to do."

Katsuki grunted in understanding. He had spent a lot of the time in the past month dwelling on the things he couldn't do. He couldn't really understand music played in stores, he couldn't follow conversations in loud spaces, and without his hearing aids he couldn't listen to music at all, or follow a class, or be a hero. "I think about that shit too. You know I might still lose the rest of my hearing? I'm doing my damn best to protect it, but who the fuck knows what will happen. If I go completely deaf..." Katsuki still felt sick to his stomach when he thought about what that would mean. If he was below the "acceptable safety limits" he couldn't be a hero. It was that simple.

"It's hard." Izuku supplied. "Losing a sense is hard. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to be born with a disability. If I was born blind, I wouldn't know what I was missing. That might be easier."

"Maybe," Katsuki considered, leaning back in the desk chair. "but if I was born deaf I feel like I would have missed out on a lot. Fuck, I probably wouldn't be able to talk at all."

"If you lose all your hearing you'll still be able to talk to people."

"I don't know," Katsuki admitted. He had run through the scenario in his head before, tried to figure out how he would communicate if his world went silent permanently. "Before I got the hearing aids, I was only hearing about twenty percent of what people were saying. My lip reading is good though, so I can understand most of what people say, so maybe if I was totally deaf I could figure it out. It's fucking exhausting though, lip reading all the time."

"Are you scared?" Izuku asked. Katsuki thought about it for a second. He was scared, but the fear was become more and more dull over time. He had figured things out before, he could do it again.

"Are you?" Katsuki countered. To his surprise, Izuku nodded.

"Yeah," he whispered, "I am."

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#5

I posted this on my AO3 a week or so ago, so I thought I’d post it here as well, with some context, mind:

One for all hivemind AU

(Or is it mindhive-)

Basically, one for all hits singularity after being passed on to Izuku, which causes the vestiges’ and Izuku’s minds to merge together, creating a singular entity called…well, One For All!

(Only while awake, though. When asleep, One For All mentally separates back into the eight components

Yagi has only a slight connection to Izuku, so he can’t exactly be merged.

Exerpt from my writings on this fic under the cut:

Katsuki Bakugo stares at Izuku Midoriya.

The way the nerd’s hands fidget.

The way his eyes dart around nervously, bouncing from the plain grey walls, to the ceiling, to the floor, and finally, to the door, with Katsuki in front of it.

Well, to the untrained eye, it’s “nervously”

But to Katsuki? Who’s known this nerd for 12 years?

It isn’t nervous in the slightest.

It’s assessing.

Assessing the fastest possible escape route just in case things go sour here.

Assessing Katsuki, seeing if he’s a threat at this moment, or really did want to talk.

Speaking of…

“Y-You wanted to talk, Kacchan?” Deku says nervously, eyes moving down to his fidgeting hands. Once again, if it were someone like Round Face or Glasses, they’d think “typical Deku, you poor shy thing.”

But Katsuki knows the truth.

“Cut the crap, I know ya ain’t Deku.”

That surprises the Deku imposter, it loses it’s fake shyness, looking up at Katsuki, staring directly in his eyes.

Involuntarily, Katsuki shivers.

There’s something about Deku, no, this imposter, specifically, his eyes, that just feels…wrong.

He felt it in Aldera, he feels it in UA.

Those damn green eyes pierce straight through Katsuki’s soul…

And it pisses him off.

“Kacchan, w-what do you-“

“I said cut the crap . I know you aren’t Deku, so stop pretending to be.”

The imposter cocks it’s head to Katsuki’s left, and blinks.

“O-Ok. Say I’m not. What makes you so sure?”

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53 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 05:34:21 GMT

#4

AU where Makoto can see the ghosts of his dead friends.

It starts with Sayaka’s death (which he doesn’t even know happened until he’s already in the dining hall), to which her ghost apologizes profusely. It isn’t until during the trial he finds out why.

After Leon’s execution, the two act as his (sort-of) “assistants”, or people that, when someone else dies, they’ll direct them to Makoto so he can help them out

I’ll expand on this idea a bit more if y’all want.

60 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 02:06:48 GMT

#3

61 notes • Posted 2021-07-25 23:48:42 GMT

#2

Why I love the weapons design in the Bayonetta series

so while I was thinking about an AU that I have for MHA, I started thinking about the main guns from the Bayonetta series and just...how much love is put into all the designs.

Here's what I mean.

One thing i've noticed about all three of Bayonetta's main guns are named after love songs:

Scarborough Fair is a song about unrequited love and impossible tasks

Love is Blue is a song about losing someone you love dearly and equating that to forces of nature and colors

Color My World is a song about understanding just how much someone means to you and resolving to spend as much time loving them as you can

These songs also reflect the themes (or in color my world's case, might reflect the themes) of the game that they're in:

Bayonetta 1 is a game, at it's core, about memory. Bayonetta's lost her memories, Luka's driven by the memory of his father's death, Balder tells her that to awaken the left eye, she had to remember her youth, it's very heavy-handed.

Bayonetta 2 starts hot on the heels of Jeanne's death. Though she might not look it, Bayo is incredibly distraught by this, only letting her guard down when by herself or after finally saving Jeanne.

(Trust me. i'm making an essay on the usage of blue in Bayonetta 2 and how that ties into the core themes and whatnot later, but for now, GuNs.)

the songs even have lyrics that could sum up the game:

Scarborough: "Remember me to one who lives there/For once she was a true love of mine"

Love is Blue: "Blue is my world now that i'm without you"

all in all, i think it's really interesting that the games choose such heavy-handed songs as the names of the guns. if i think of anything else (aside from that blue essay), i'll post later.

64 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 17:16:21 GMT

#1

Ok.

I’ve been holding this AU in for the past... (looks at a crudely drawn watch on my right wrist) while, and I’m not gonna do that anymore.

I’ve got an MHA AU that I like to call:

The Teacher’s Aides AU

Here’s how it goes:

Somehow, Izuku gains the ability to summon the vestiges (whether it’s because of some random quirk or because he just can (cause he’s still quirkless in this AU before OFA) and it’s not explained). He finds this out at the entrance exam, and while the other kids don’t notice the 7 grown adults in the air with the scrawny kid, the teachers certainly do. All Might talks to izuku once he gets his results (after being mauled by the vestiges for not telling izuku about the most basic things of the quirk), he finds out that in order to use one for all, izuku has to summon at least one of the vestiges, so he tells nezu that, and what does the principal do?

Make the vestiges (who are willing) Teacher’s Aides!

I say willing, because Second and Third aren’t.

They don’t like how much of a “breads-and-circuses” situation heroism has become, and as such, just stay in izuku’s head and make snarky comments sometimes.

Speaking of which, izuku & the vestiges have a sort of “collective-mind” idea, with the vestiges’ physical bodies being essentially extensions of one for all with their consciousnesses implanted in them. They don’t need to eat or anything like that, either.

Some things change, but one of the biggest is the final exam, where the classes fight against the vestiges: 1A in teams of 4 against 1 vestige (minus Midoriya, Ofc) and 1B as a rogue-like situation).

I wrote this AU for a bunch of reasons, mainly for vestiges & class 1A interaction.

86 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 18:02:42 GMT

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Character Analysis: Izuku Midoriya. Part 1

As always: Disclaimer: This is for fun. I am not a professional psychiatrist, nor claim to be. These are my thoughts and opinions. If you do not agree, thank you for at least reading, but DO NOT comment!

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Izuku Midoriya from Reality to Conflict to Sanity.

To understand Izuku we need to bring up these two important moments. This is due to the fact this is the building block to everything he believes in. Starting with how Izuku is a witness to how Katsuki is struggling against much older and typically physically stronger kids. Katsuki is being bullied and all Izuku can do is hide.

While he is seeing all this play out, he is inspired by the actions Katsuki does. Instead of letting himself get beaten, Katsuki fight back. Not only that, he wins. When the odds seemed against him, Katsuki still comes on top. Even when Katsuki is crying he still stands tall.

For a child to witness someone of their own age fight and win against a group that is typically stronger is a big deal. It what inspires Izuku to do the same. Even if he's up against odds that aren't in his favor, he would follow in his hero's path and fight back. Then comes the next image where Katsuki vocally points out where the inspiration for his actions comes from. This is were we learned that both boys idolize All Might. Keep in mind I said "Idolize."

But based on the society he lives in, one could only be a hero if they have a quirk. Up until the point where Katsuki got his quirk, he and Izuku were on even ground. Both trying to live up to the expectation of being stand when people knock you down. So, when learning he doesn't have something that is deemed the core of a hero, it is crushing. And to pour salt on the wound, his own mother doesn't believe he can live up to his dreams.

This is where I like to point out that we have yet to even meet Izuku's father. In fact, he is nowhere around, nor mentioned in Izuku's memories. So, Izuku only has one parental feedback for both emotional and mental stability. Yet, that one parents tell you that your dreams are impossible to reach is soul crushing. But because of witnessing his hero beat the odds, Izuku believes his dreams are still possible.

Which leads to Izuku's mentality of if he doesn't try he'll never know. This becomes another belief that develops as he matures. He becomes the definition of a copycat. "If Kacchan can fight back, and win, so can I." But there's something else. The way he goes about copying is reveal with the fact he analyses the world around him.

Instead of relying on a quirk, like the rest of the population, he breaks down strategy. At that, while the rest of the world is telling he can't, Katsuki words are completely different. This key difference Izuku picks up and adds another block to what drives him forward.

"Try what?" "What can you even do?" Compared to the repetition of being told he can't. That because he has no quirk he'll never be able to do anything. But to have your hero tell you to back down, is way different than being told you're not able to do something. For Izuku he has learned to tell the slight difference between people's actions and words. Which is very helpful when analyzing quirks and behaviors to become a hero.

Then when Izuku meet his idol, he is reminded of how society views him. Something he been trying so hard to not believe. Even with the knowledge of how his surroundings screamed that he can't be anything, he refuses to believe it. This goes back to how his hero fought on regardless with the odds against him. For Izuku trying is the only way forward. Quitting is not an option for him.

Then when he comes upon a crime scene where even the pro heroes aren't even trying. Where everyone just looks on helpless. This is another point where even the best can becomes useless. And when he realize it's his hero that needs help, something inside Izuku snaps.

Izuku struggles with the ideology of what people have told him vs what he believes. Izuku belief in trying is much stronger than giving in to what society tells him. And this is the driving belief that we see Izuku has throughout his high school life. It's a belief that's just as strong as the belief that he is worthless.

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Part 2

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Ma’am, I have been scouring the internet, but I cannot find any BNHA x readers where the READER is the Yandere >:( I was a disappointed bean, but I have decided to turn to you for help. Reader is jealous of ochako’s relationship with Izuku, Yandere murder hijinks ensue? I suck a describing this sorta thing but this would make me a happy bean. Lotsa love for you dear!! 💕💖💞💕💘💗 -Peachy

Omg my LOVE 🥺 ur so right NOONE writes a yandere! reader these days!! I hope this was okay 💖💖

〰️💚 Unhealthy Obsessions 💚〰️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x yandere! reader

Fic type: Yandere

Warnings: gore, murder, yandere, kidnapping, obsessions, rip uraraka but y/n’s different

Plot: You know what Izuku needs. It’s definitely not Uraraka

Word count: 2079

You knew Izuku Midoriya well.

You knew he wanted to be the next number 1 hero. You knew his childhood nickname from Bakugo Katsuki was Deku. You knew he was born quirkless. You knew his birthday was July 15th. You knew he stood at 5’5. You knew his mother's name was Inko and he wasn’t in contact with his father. You knew he had a hamster back home. You knew his favourite restaurant. You knew he did his laundry on Thursdays and he separated his whites. You knew he got up an hour earlier than everyone else to train in secret. You knew last week he cut his arm from a loose nail in the wall. You knew he mumbled to himself at nights when no one was awake, and you knew he stirred his coffee exactly six times before drinking it.

You knew Izuku Midoriya more than anyone else in the entire world. Unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya barely even knew you existed.

Pity.

You were just another girl in 1-A to him. Your relevance stopped at trading notes whenever he needed something difficult explained. Each time you saw him struggle with a concept, a burning fire erupted in your soul and you scrambled to help him with whatever it was.

His constant gratitude sent shocks of electricity up your veins, too. It tensed your muscles to know that he thought of you as a decent person.

His ignorance on all other fronts did very little to hinder your dedication. You decided that the less he knew about you, the more freedom you had to know more about him without getting caught.

Plus- it wasn’t as though your fluttering eyelashes and sneaky glances would get through his oblivious mind, because he was always preoccupied with his girlfriend, Ochako Uraraka. You always saw her, draped off his arm like a cheap piece of jewellery; squealing his name whenever he stepped foot into the same room as her

You often wondered if her squealing would sound any different if she were being held in a choke-hold…

That's why tonight would be so painstakingly glorious, for you anyway. Because tonight would finally be the night you would reap your victory over the boy that you deserved; that you worked so hard on. You knew the subject of Izuku back and forth, inside out and upside down. You bet Uraraka didn’t even know his ring fingers were only 2 milimetres longer than his pointers

Everyone was dispersed around the bar. You checked your phone to find it was 24 minutes past 10. Since it was a blissful summer’s night, the clouds outside were still lingering over the royal blue sky and the soft chill was only beginning to shake the leaves on the trees.

Izuku sat with some of your class, luckily those of which you managed to get somewhat close to over the year. Tsuyu Asui welcomed you over with a wave, handing you a fresh drink and kindly including you in the conversation. Your eyes were transfixed on your darling the entire time. Soon he’ll be yours.

But not now.

“Hey y/n!” The rosy voice of Ochako rang like a school bell first thing in the morning. You swallowed what was almost bile to the back of your throat and shot her a smile through pursed lips,

“Hi Uraraka!”

It was as friendly as you could muster, and she seemed to buy it- judging by how quickly the conversation flowed. You used your oh-so-bright, convincing personality to coax everyone into drinking a lot more than they probably should have. Anything to numb his memory, you thought, you couldn’t have your darling in distress for too long

It took a while for them all to drink enough to get up off their seats, and finally you were free to act

You began with the easiest step: the sleeping pills. You used this tactic a lot more than you would ever admit. But it was easy, quick, and the possibilities of you ever getting caught were reduced to almost nothing! What other methods promised such outcomes?

You finished popping them in as many of the cups as you could, managing to avoid any prying questions by Bakugo in the process. You never took him to be such a curious boy, but one time he had caught you rummaging through Izuku’s locker in the early hours before school, and you had carelessly blurted out something about leaving a memory pen there from the day before. You remembered the way he narrowed his eyes at you and stormed off again, muttering on about how careless other students were in comparison to him

You were grateful he ditched the subject after that night, but you never missed the questioning glances he would send your way when you were always first to offer Izuku help with cleaning out his things.

11 minutes past midnight.

You could feel a tornado of nerves spinning around in the pit of your stomach. It rose and fell with every person that slumped into their chairs and let your pills sing them to sleep. If they weren’t outcold, they were aimlessly stumbling around like zombies in the smoked-up strobe lights. Your plan, so far, was working in your favour. All that was left was the core of it.

Spotting your target alone for once curved a smile upward onto your red lips. She was searching for her phone, the one that you had swiped the moment she got up to dance. You had no remorse- she deserved it. Plus, it wasn’t like she’d be using it past today anyway

“Hey ochako!” your modulated voice complemented your bright smile perfectly. Her gaze found yours, and you could notice her distress through her exhausted state. Her eyes opened and shut slowly, and her speech was beginning to slur. Any moment now and she would join an unconscious Tsuyu at the other end of the table

“y/n...m-my..is e-everyone alright..?” she asked in a drowsy tone, sitting down at the end of the booth and gazing up to you hopelessly. You towered above her, full of energy while hers was actively depleting. The feeling itself sent a sugar rush straight to your chest, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

“Lie down Ochako…” you feigned worry, removing her hand from balancing her head and aiding her with resting on the table, “i’ll get you some water…”

She feebly nodded and her eyes slowly shut. The only challenge for you now was to hide her unconscious body from the eyes of your peers before they noticed something was wrong. However, judging by the way they were all exactly like her at the moment, that didn’t look at all likely

You blocked her from view until you were certain she was completely knocked out, and then slung her limp arm over your shoulder. She would be knocked out for at least two hours, and your task would take 45 minutes at the most. You basked in your blissful cruelty, ad kicked open one of the back doors of the bar

The cool chill of the June night gave you the intake of oxygen you needed after spending the night in the suffocatingly hot bar. The outdoor’s silence numbed your ears and the fresh smell of rain blessed your nostrils with something other than alcohol.

If you hadn’t have been about to commit murder, this would have passed for a rather peaceful night

You tugged Uraraka away from the back doors and began to tread up the small lane of an alleyway, caved in by bricks and graffiti. It looked like a crime scene just waiting to happen. You used your phone’s flashlight to find a little incision in the alley, and threw her body into it as though you were discarding something disgusting from the bottom of your shoe.

You had to admit. She looked peaceful lying slumped against the wall, with her arms crossed over her stomach to allow her body to squeeze in between the tiny crawl space. If she weren’t the most disgusting, threatening thing you had ever seen, maybe her demise would have been kinder

How tragic

You drew your pointed blade and selfishly let out a laugh; maniacal at worst. Her eyes didn’t budge when you roughly plunged it into her chest, but you could feel the fighting heaves in her chest nonetheless. It gave you a drive to continue slashing, although some of you wished she were awake, to resist you. That way you would feel more accomplished after you slaughtered her

But you can’t have everything, right?

You laughed another remorseless laugh and continued stabbing. Stabbing for every kiss they shared, and for every time they said “i love you”. Stabbing for every stupid gift she gave him, and stabbing for every single time she moaned his name. Stabbing until there was no room left to stab.

When you were certain she was dead, you drew your lighter. You knew only to burn the parts of her skin that you had touched, but you let yourself have a little fun on her face too. That look you always hated was now blistering red. That body you’ve always envied was now burnt to the bone. You could smell sizzling flesh burn it’s way up into your sinuses.

She looked prettier when she was mutilated, you concluded

You chucked the lighter in a nearby dumpster, then slipped your compact knife safely into its sheath and under the bottom of your bra. You returned to the bar, taking a few minutes to dismantle any active security cameras, and headed to the bathroom to change outfits

A few sleeping pills later and you were just as out cold as everyone else. You were as little of a suspect as Izuku himself right now, and that thought alone made you sleep like a baby

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“Izuku, darling?”

Your voice was like honey. Ever since Uraraka’s ‘tragic murder’ you had stepped in to assist Izuku with his recovery, because you knew more than anyone how much he needed all the love he could get right now

And for him, you had love to spare

“Yeah?” he asked feebly from the bed, where he was all wrapped up tightly in soft, fuzzy blankets and fresh bandages. They clung tightly to his broken wrist: the result of tumbling down the flight of slippery stairs

You almost felt sorry for him when it happened. You were expecting a broken arm at best, and were a little disappointed with the fact it was only his hand, but he whimpered so poorly that night that it put pangs of sadness in your heart. For once, you were grateful he always made a quick recovery

You would just have to make sure you used a stronger substance next time

“Dinner’s ready!” you cooed, appearing in his room with two full plates in your hand. He was bound here for as long as it took for his legs to start working again. Poor little accident prone izuku couldn’t even remember breaking them in the first place because of how strong his concussion was afterwards.

You still had the splatters of blood on your baseball bat in the basement ...

The sweetest sensation in the world was watching his eyes slowly droop while he was eating. You had put four sleeping pills in his food, and they were taking their toll rather quickly- much to your delight. As you said, they did the job better than anything else

“y- y/n… i feel tired…” he mumbled, and you took the fork from his hand to continue feeding him the rest until he was completely passed out.

How adorable was he… looking all too innocent in your filthy mind…

You indulged yourself with taking a few pictures of him for your album. How could you resist, when he looked so helplessly precious? And he was yours; all yours to keep for as long as forever

It took effort hoisting him over your shoulder and climbing up the creaky stairs to the attic.

He barely stirred as you closed the lid of the cardboard box over him and slammed the door shut again, rushing to change and head downstairs. The doorbell rang the moment your foot breached the final step

“Miss l/n? Detective Tsukauchi here, wondering if you could answer a few questions related to the disappearance of Izuku Midoriya?”

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[the-final-sif]

Do you think Todoroki saw his father in Bakugo at first? My memory's hazy but I feel like he would have a harder time in the beginning seeing Bakugo for who is himself rather than comparing. And he didn't comment much when the other said he was raised with force/violent other than there should be a different way to deal with kids like he wasn't really hearing Bakugo. They have an interesting interaction

You know, I honestly don’t think Shouto ever saw Endeavor in Katsuki. Or if he did, it wouldn’t have lasted long.

Katsuki can be explosive, he can be an asshole, and he very little grasp on what it means to be a good person. 

Yet despite that, Katsuki and Endeavor are as different as day and night.

Endeavor gave up on beating All-Might pretty damn young. I mean, he’s 46, and Fuyumi is 23 (ignoring Touya since we don’t know for sure how old he is), that means Endeavor married Rei and started having kids in hopes of producing one to beat All-Might for him at 22 (=46-23-1) at the oldest. Assuming he became a hero formally at 18, that means he spent 4 years at most trying to be better than All-Might on his own before deciding raising a kid to do it was the better option. 

That tells us a lot about him a character. He’s resigned to the idea that All-Might is fundamentally better than him, to the point where rather than dedicating all his energy to becoming better than All-Might himself, he gets married and has 4 kids, training the last kid to become a better hero than All-Might. Shifting the burden of being better than All-Might to Shouto. Endeavor refuses to take responsibility for his failures, choosing to turn a blind eye to them or shift the blame to others. He’d rather raise a kid to maybe be better than All-Might than focus that same energy on bettering himself to win on his own. At least to me, he comes off as a character that blames everyone but themselves for things going wrong. Refusing to acknowledge they might’ve made a mistake well past a misunderstanding, and forcing others to suffer for it.

Katsuki is the polar opposite. Despite how he lashes out at others, he still takes responsibility for everything in his life. This has been a key part of his character since the start. We see this at the battle trials, during final exams, during the kidnapping and after it. When he realizes he’s made a mistake, Katsuki does what he can to fix it and changes himself as a result. While this is good to some degree, Katsuki takes it far beyond healthy reflection (likely due to constant pressure on him to be perfect and given what we’ve seen, his mother). As a 16 year old kid, he blames himself for being kidnapped by 9 adults (+ one teenager), and he blames himself for All-Might retiring. All of those things were well out of his control. There’s nothing he can do or change about himself to “fix” those situations, so instead he’s left spiraling in self-depreciation and confusion.

Endeavor takes no responsibility for problems around him, even when they’re directly caused by him, and Katsuki takes too much, well beyond what’s reasonable for him to expect from himself.

I think Shouto would see that fundamental difference very quickly, if he ever saw the two as similar. He certainly isn’t put off by Katsuki, approaching him causally, unbothered by his threats, going to help save him during the kidnapping, and more recently calling Katsuki his friend, and then insisting to a protesting Katsuki that they are, indeed, friends.

Now, as we’ve seen yet again in the most recent chapter, Shouto isn’t great with social interaction or reading between the lines. Given that we don’t know for sure what Katsuki meant by that line, it’s entirely possible Shouto understood it as Katsuki saying he grew up fighting other kids to establish who was in charge. Which is in line with Katsuki’s character/childhood, and which would be a fair assumption from his point of view. I think it’s the sort of thing he might worry about more afterwards, if he remembered the comment.

If, in the future, the author does explore Katsuki’s home life as canonically intended abusive/toxic, something I’m still hopeful for given the little hints and recent focus on Katsuki in canon, Shouto would be a very interesting character to investigate/realize something more is going on.

(Very recent manga spoilers below)

Since Katsuki, Izuku and Shouto will all be interning with Endeavor, it seems the author is setting us up for more character development and exploration. This would be the perfect time for Shouto to start seeing hints that Katsuki’s home life isn’t ideal, as he’s reflecting on his own family and past.

Maybe it’s offhand comments from Katsuki that make Shouto wonder. Maybe he meets Mitsuki, and he’s stuck by how quickly she finds fault in him. How Katsuki tenses when she arrives, has to fight to not flinch from her touch, and how his eyes get cold the longer she insults him for things beyond his control. He might try to bring it up bluntly and get blown off, or maybe he goes to someone else for advice and brings their attention to the issue. It’d be interesting to see the interactions and contrast regardless of how they go about it.

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