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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year

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Hi, I really liked you're mutual fascination fic, and was wondering if you could do a part 2? No rush, I just really enjoyed it. Thank you

I didn't realize that would get so popular! I appreciate yall! remember how I said this was based on the worldbuilding of a bakudeku fic?

Naga!Yandere!Bakudekutodoeiji x reader x Mermaid!Yandere!OchaMomoTsuyuMina

Part one

(Yandere, Captivity, Isolation, Dark content, innervictim blaming)

They've probably noticed you were gone by now.

This won't do anything. Sitting here, by the shore, watching the waves toss and turn so freely in the horizon. You can't escape. All this rebellion is doing is making things worse.

Katsuki would probably try to grab you, pulling you by the elbow, too enraged to care that he hurt you. Izuku, ever your savior, would try to dissuade him, inevitably getting into a fight with his pack leader. It would leave you to Eijirou's and Shoto's arms, as they both try to console you and themselves that you haven't left them. You know them so well. You hate it.

But you couldn't help but take the chance to run when they were so distracted. It was all so suffocating. You were so sick of their constant attention. Just one second away would make it all worth it.

So you stay on the shore of the beach, biding your time.

You wonder if you could've done anything differently back then. Back when they weren't so invested in you. Had you accidentally made them think you were available to them? Had you infringed on a ritual usually done by other mates?

Then again, what hadn't you done? You ate their food, you smiled with them, you taught them your language, and you slept with them for fucks sake. How could you have been so stupid?

A sigh escapes your lips. You feel drained. You don't want to think, not now. Mindlessly, you dip your bare leg in the water, swirling it around. The water cools down your heated skin.

You freeze when you catch two green eyes staring at you from beneath the surface.

At first, you think it's Izuku. But the naga hardly ever goes into the water.

And the face is too feminine to be Izuku.

You don't scream until a slender, wet hand shoots out of the water to grab your leg. You shriek, choked with fear as you immediately thrash around. The hand is strong, barely relenting against your rebellion until someone else's hand forces a release.

You scramble backward, tripping over yourself as you try to get away from the water. There's clicking, angry, like a warning. It reminds you of the tone Katsuki uses against a rambunctious Eijirou.

"Sorry," A girlish voice calls out, "Is sorry."

The soft tone catches you off guard. It's been so long since you've heard voice other than Katsuki's baritone roar. Curiosity wins over fear. You creep back, peeking into the ocean.

Two faces look back at you. The first one, the one that grabbed you, guiltily looks away when you look at her. She lets out a small thrill, softly brushing away her green locks. The new face gives another annoyed click before glancing up at you. Her cheeks are round, pink, flushed. She looks so soft as she smiles at you with pretty brown eyes.

"Scare you. Sorry," She repeats.

You stare at them, transfixed. You hadn't even known other beings other than the four nagas lived here. It made you feel ecstatic, as well as a little apprehensive.

"It's okay," You find yourself saying, "It...surprised me. It's okay."

You turn back to the green-haired girl, giving a tentative smile. She beams, seeming positively delighted that you acknowledged her.

"Who are you?" The brown-haired girl blinks at your question. She points at herself.

"Ochako!" She says proudly, before moving to her partner, "Tsuyu."

You nod. They wait, staring intently at you. Realizing yourself, you fumble out your own name. Ochako repeats it on her tongue over and over again. Tsuyu watches her, tittering.

"Others too!" Ochako adds when they're finished fangirling over your name, "You meet? Others?"

You blink, shrinking back. "You mean...Katsuki?" Had you read this wrong? Were these two just goons Katsuki sent to find you.

To your surprise, Ochako's nose wrinkles in disgust. She hisses.

"No. Katsuki bad." She gripes, "My mates. You meet?"

You relax, finding relief she disdained Katsuki as much as you. You nod.

"I'd love to meet your mates," You respond. Who knows, maybe finding new allies could help you get off this island.

Ochako looks positively overjoyed. She trills before disappearing under the shore. Tsuyu stays, silently staring at you.

You wave.

She timidly waves back and you catch her staring at your legs.

You aren't unused to the attention your legs give you. You're an oddity among this kind. You understand that. You fascinate them. It can give you leverage, especially if you want to be liked, to be helped.

"You can touch, if you want," You offer.

Tsuyu blinks up at you with wide eyes. She hesitantly comes forward towards your legs. Her hands linger, just an inch or two away from your skin before she looks back up at you for confirmation.

You nod. She presses cold fingers against your skin, cooing with awe.

As she studies you, you study her. There are a lot of differences between her and Izuku. She's more slender, but considering how easily she grabbed you, their strength must be evenly matched. She has claws that she careful to not nick your skin, but you can also spot some type of webbing in between her fingers. Your gaze travels to her forearms, catching the sight of translucent fins on each one. It makes you wonder if the females of their species are more equipped to water than the males.

Ochako comes back a minute later. You pull away from Tsuyu, who sighs in disappointment. Two more heads follow her. A girl with unruly pink hair smiles eagerly at you. She's easily the most inhuman of them all. Pink skin, black sclera with golden eyes.

The other one, with black hair and inviting black eyes, smiles at you.

"When Ochako said a human was here, I almost didn't believe her," She spoke more coherently than Katsuki did. You wouldn't have been surprised if she was human herself.

"Hello," You breathe, suddenly overwhelmed by the attention.

"I'm Momo," She says. The pink-haired one beside her can hardly contain herself. She nearly jumps out of the water to greet you.

"Mina!" She titters out what is most likely her name. "Hi! Hi! Hi!"

"Hi, Mina," You say, failing to replicate her enthusiasm. She's about to move closer when Ochako gives her a glare, pulling her back. Mina deflates, but she doesn't argue.

"So, are you...?" You point at them, "Naga? You don't look like naga."

Momo smiles, "We most certainly do not." As if to prove it, Mina pridefully lifts up the rest of her body. You gape at the beautiful pink tail.

"Mermaids?" It doesn't sound possible, but you were also kept against your will by four possessive naga.

Momo nods, "There are many words you humans use to call us. That should suffice."

"I'm curious, how did you get here?" Momo suddenly asks, "I don't mean to be rude, but we usually don't get humans at these parts of the world."

"I was shipwrecked," You sigh, leaning closer, already feeling more comfortable with the four mermaids than you did the other naga, "I've been here for weeks with..."

Momo is able to piece together your story, "Katsuki, Izuku, Eijirou, and Shouto."

The other three stiffen at the names. Ochako hisses again. The fins by the sides of Mina's head flatten as she scowls. Tsuyu meekly ducks her head underneath the water.

"You aren't fans of them," You state from their reactions.

"You could say that," Momo trails off as she observes you, "Forgive me, but you have been staying with them, yes? Have they..?" She trails off, scanning you again. You realize she's looking for injuries.

"No," You quickly assure, "They haven't hurt me." Not physically, at least.

Momo nods, looking relieved.

"But...they've kept me here. They won't allow me to leave. There's no way to leave." You let out a mirthless chuckle before staring back at Momo. "Can-can you help me get off the island? Please? I'd-I'd really like to go home."

The three mermaids look at you in pity while Momo bites her lip, her eyes flash with an emotion you can't place. It looks familiar.

"Help!" Mina exclaims, looking around her, "We help! Yes!"

Momo titters at her, effectively hushing her. The four murmur together in a language you will never be able to understand. Mina looks confused at Momo's voice, glancing back at you in what looks like worry. Ochako beams. Tsuyu nods. For some reason, you suddenly feel like you're back in the camp, surrounded by the titters of the naga.

But it's different. They'll help you.

"We will help you," Momo confirms her mate's words, "There's a human island not far from here. I see ships coming and going every so often. Perhaps you can get help there."

Your heart flutters at just the thought of seeing other people again. Then, you frown.

"I...can't get into the water," You admit, "I can swim, but it won't be enough to get me to the island."

"That's why you'll have us," Momo offers, "We can let you ride our backs. It won't be a long trip, just thirty or so minutes."

Your heart soared, and you felt like sobbing at their graciousness.

"Really?" You ask, not believing it, "You'll help me?"

"Of course," Momo croons, "We would absolutely love to help a pretty thing like you."

She reaches out, seemingly to caress your face, before frowning when she fails to reach you.

"You must get into the water now," She urges, "We must go."

You blindly agree, about to jump in her arms, when something makes you pause. The sudden tale of sirens pops into your head, how they lure in sailors and devour them.

Momo never quite confirmed what they were.

You retract your hand, not quite shifting away. Ochako frowns in disappointment. You can't help but think it reminds you of a cat losing its prey.

"What's the island called?" You ask stumbling for your words, "The locals. What-what do they call the land? What language do they speak?"

Momo smiles, but frustration flashes through her eyes.

"I've never really gone close to fully inspect," She casually drawls, "But I'm sure they'll find ways to accommodate you, even if they don't speak your language."

Her voice was sickly sweet.

You can't trust Momo. You can't trust Ochako. You can't trust Tsuyu. You can't trust Mina. No matter how sweet they seemed, how eager they seemed to help, you couldn't get into the water with them.

But you couldn't stay here. You couldn't stay on the island where the Nagas were searching for you.

At least you knew what they were planning on doing with you. The monsters you know are better than the monsters you don't. No matter how pretty they were.

"Come here," Ochako rasps, pulling forward with wide eyes. Her eyes had lost the warmth.

"Or Tsuyu sing song."

You don't get the chance to figure out what that means. A hand grabbed you, pulling you back into a hard chest. Above you, Shouto hisses into the water.

Ochako hisses back, far more animalistic than you ever thought someone like her to be. Mina and Tsuyu looked just as aggressive as they glared at the Naga who gripped you. Momo only blinked, turning to Katsuki who appeared beneath the canopy, Eijirou and Izuku flanking him.

"You're here," She clicks her tongue in obvious distaste, "I thought we'd have more time. How unfortunate."

"Our mate," Katsuki growls with conviction, "Ours. Not yours to take."

The four form a protective shield against you and the mermaids. You don't know whether to feel relief or dread at their arrival. The mermaids try to slink closer as if to attack, but Momo stops them with a small click. She sighs.

She calls your name sweetly. The nagas stiffen, but you peek over them, catching her gentle look.

"I'm afraid we ran out of time today." She smiles. "You must be off now. I hope you visit us soon."

Mina lets out a heartbroken moan, pushing past her mates to get to the shore.

"Leave?" She whines, "No go. No go."

You watch at her pitiful attempt to get out of the water in an effort to reach you. Her tail shows again, pink, sparkling in the sun. Tsuyu is the one who gently pulls her back. Mina sobs in her mate's arms as she continues to watch you.

At her response, Eijirou gives an aggressive growl, stalking up to her. It's Izuku who titters him back.

Momo tilts her head at your frozen stature, "Go on, now." She gently urges.

You give a small nod, letting Izuku push you away from the water. Eijirou shuffles in front of you, clearly checking for any injuries. Katsuki and Shouto angrily click in their language. Tentatively, you glance back at the water, finding the four mermaids still perched at the shore.

Their eyes never leave your figure until you break through the canopy. And even then, you have a feeling you hadn't seen the last of them.

#yandere #dark content #yandere bnha #yandere mha #x reader #naga au #mermaid au #naga bakugou #naga kirishima #naga deku #naga shouto #siren ochako #siren momo #siren mina #siren tsuyu #isolation #forced captivity #forced relationships

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thelonglist · 2 years

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Masterlist - Part 5 - BNHA fan fic recs

Hi! don’t have much to say here but i do have more fic recs! Hope y’all enjoy! I apologize if some of the fics do not quite fit their categories.

Here are links for Part Four, Part Three, Part Two and Part One

For reference:

L - longer fic (100,000+ words)

O - One shot

& - ongoing

# - Complete

! - favorites

Thank you!

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UA Fun

Mortality VS Morality (And Other Things To Know About Fighting Villains) - &

The Problem Child and the Teacher’s Pet - O #

Hidden Heroes - O #

(What's) Under the Surface - O # past revealed mina's pov

Speak of the devil - # demon izuku makes a deal with 1A

staying power - O # izuku & shinsou

snap - O # izuku & shinsou

achilles' heel - O # izuku & shinsou

Adaptation week - O #

normal? what the hell is that? - O # personality swap prank

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Haunted OFA

They Were What?!? - O#

A Good Man Never Dies (not in a way that matters) - & DFO ghost yoichi

hello, nine - O # haunted ofa terrorizes haunts 1A

The Acquisition - # Kid izuku w/ vestige parents

Sharing is Caring, Except When It's My Body So Get Out - &

Flashing Lights - O #

Sounds of Laughter, Shades of Life (are ringing through my open ears) - &

seeping through - O #

haunted (glimpse a truth) - O # shindeku

Eldritch Horror or Haunted? - O #

One for all is... sentient? - Series &

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Zombie

I'm dying to know how this ends - &

! My Hero Apocalypse - &

Last Man on Earth (+1) - O # bakudeku

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Izuku isn’t human

local gay realizes he's a monsterfucker and falls in love, more at 12 - series - & shindeku also eldritch

Summoning a Demon (on accident) - & demon Izuku Shindeku

that ocean is not silent - O # eldritch

Cosmic Confluence - O # shindeku grim reaper

Across The River Styx - O #

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Ships

A Night For Trying Something - O # IzuMomo

playing the game (i'll break the rules for you) - O # Bakudeku

Cute Nurse and Unruly Patient - O # bakudeku

Dance With Me - & izuocha

Pieces of Heart - O # izuocha

Sweet deception and its benefits - O # Rody/Izuku

Down the Rabbit Hole - O # dustbunny

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Grown up au

You Put the Lie in Library - O # Vigilante Deku Shindeku

! Trust Fall - & Shindeku

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Time Travel

Through the cracks - # time travel

that time long past - O # time travel

Aizawa's School Daze - O #

! I’ll Be Back - #

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No Quirk AUs

The Obake's Soulless Boy - O # spirits

to have and to hold - O # kiribaku

Foxfire - & spirits DFO

A spark, a breath, a life. - & DFO cyborg AU

A Blast from the Past - O # bakudeku

Perfect Match - O # bakudeku

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Angst

The House Seven Stories Under - O # dfo vaulted izuku

always just out of reach - O #

We tried the world; good god it wasn't for us. - & lady nagant is cool

One Horn - #

backstage - O # izuku is trained by the HPSC

Repurposed - & noumu izuku

You Can't Run - O # villain izuku made me so mad and sad in the best way possible

in my remains - O # de-aged dabi this one hurt real bad

vii. isolation - O #

That Paradise is Buried in the Dust - O # de-aged shigaraki

Post Mortem (Post Mortal) - & ghost deku

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Crack

A Hair Raising Experience - O # USJ

Stupidity is Not a Crime so You’re Free to Go - O #

the road to heaven is paved with bad intentions - O #

Smile Through the Tears - O # Dfo big bro tomura, midoriyas’ crying issue

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Quirk causes plot

Headphones, Calluses, And A Capture Weapon (All The Things That Make You Safe Here) - O # dadzawa

Into oblivion - O # timeloop shindeku

the light is fading (but i'm still here) - O #

silence is what i do best - # truth quirk

the only way out (is through) - &

You look different, but not - O # dabi/hawks

yesterday i died, tomorrow's bleeding - H time travel

photo album - O # de-aged izuku

The Only Constant in the Multiverse: Novelty Keychains - & dimension travel

Little do you know (why we are sorry) - O # amnesia

Scorpions and Chains - # bad memory coma class 1A finds out abt izukus past

! Corgizuku - O # izuku is turned into a corgi and unwillingly adopted by shigaraki

walk a mile - O # bodyswap quirk shinsou & izuku

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Cute as fluff!

! one foot in front of the other - O # kid izuku meet yagi and fanboys to him abt all might

! smiles are reserved for those in need - O # big bro touya

Wanted: A Dad To Be Here For Me And Mama (Someone With Dark Hair And Red Eyes, Pretty Please?) - O # dadzawa

Watermelon, Sakura, Katsudon (Home Is Here) - O # dadzawa, sis eri big bro izu sickfic

baked s'mores & joint pain - O # izuku accidently gets to high shindeku

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I love izuku

parlor tricks - &

Shadow's Whisper - O # izuku is a demon who haunts tartarus

!!Fear No Evil - # 3rd movie au dfo, dadmight

Masks (both literal and metaphorical) - O # dfo forced villain izuku

!!Beyond the Broken Horizon - & L

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The only full smut fics I have ever completed

Perfect Enemy - O # fuck or die fem!izuku Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura

What're Friend's For? - O # tododeku hit by a quirk

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HPSC being crappy

The Price of Peace - & unhealthy dadmight

A Straight Shot - O # kid izuku & lady nagant

No Solace Left to Spare, Not Painted in the Blood We Bare - O #

backstage - O # izuku is trained by the HPSC

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Miscellaneous AUs I love

How to train your Terran - & Space AU humans are space orcs

What is this feeling? - O # kid izuku and bakugo puppy love

Mob Mentality - & izuku is arrested

Open your eyes (Intoxicate) - & shindeku vigilante izuku

burnt to the core (who is left behind) - O # izuku and touya are quirk trafficked and become brothers

first number i'd call (after my real first, that is) - O # nana and gran torino

In a Future's Woes - Series & Izuku sees the future

put your teeth into it - & Izuku and hitoshi friendship, hitoshi pretends he is quirkless

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DFO

First (real) Date - O # AFO/Inko

Grandma Nana and Dad for One AU - Series &

Inko Midoriya: Loved By Many, Feared By All (for one) - & DFO

Alike as Opposites - O # dfo

Gravitational Pull - Series & DFO Space

A Good Man Never Dies (not in a way that matters) - & DFO ghost yoichi

A spark, a breath, a life. - & DFO cyborg AU

The House Seven Stories Under - O # dfo vaulted izuku

Smile Through the Tears - O # Dfo big bro tomura, midoriyas’ crying issue

!! Fear No Evil - # 3rd movie au dfo, dadmight

Masks (both literal and metaphorical) - O # dfo forced villain izuku

Foxfire - & spirits DFO

#bnha #my hero academia #fanfic #fic recs #midoriya izuku #tododeku #bakudeku #dfo #dadzawa #dadmight #izuocha #izumomo #dustbunny #bnha fanfic recs #bnha fanfiction

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siflshonen · 10 months

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I Mean It Literally (Bakudeku)

The moth and the flame

Are in love but can’t touch

I killed myself to touch you

And couldn’t tell you

Tried to tell you

That I killed myself

Because I loved you enough

to decide I didn’t want to hate myself anymore.

The cocoon and the moth

can’t stand each other.

The holes in my chest make it obvious

that something came out.

I want you to see it.

The world outside of us sees it,

and my hero gets to see it

at the altar of my sacrifice

before he lets me go.

When he lets me go,

I hope he lets me go in love

And gives me away to my next life

to spend with you.

If you’re late,

Come late.

I can’t hide my glow when I think of you

Or the true shape of the stars in my midnight of the soul.

The moon on the ocean isn’t the real one,

but it’s enough to illuminate the truth of the world even in darkness.

I’ve heard we look for our parents in who we love

I love my hero,

I love my father,

and I see your silhouette on the water

where their rivers intersect.

If you don’t come for me,

I don’t know what happens next.

If you come for me,

I still don’t know what happens next!

But if you’re late,

Come late

Because even if the world already knows,

I want to show you that I love myself enough to tell you how much I love you.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #BNHA #Bakugo katsuki #Izuku Midoriya #Bakugo katsuki x Izuku Midoriya #toshinori Yagi #all might

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neonscandal · 4 months

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Can I ask what songs that came to your mind when you think of BakuDeku, SatoSugu & SasaMiya?

I spend a great deal of time thinking about anime and music so I love this question! So many songs to choose from so I picked a few artists to apply across all ships to narrow down. Naturally, a lot of these songs are spiced with a sprinkle of angst because I'm in my sad girl era 24/7.

BAKUDEKU

Paramore Selection: All I Wanted

We've always known Midoriya's eyes were always drawn to Bakugo but we're finally seeing just how much Bakugo is similarly consumed with thoughts of Midoriya.

Hozier Selection: Work Song

Broken, battered, on the edge of death. It goes without saying, canonically, there's nothing that will keep these two from one another.

Billie Eilish Selection: Everything I Wanted

They are both self-sacrificing idiots. Midoriya, for just about everyone. Bakugo, for Midoriya.

Wildcard Selection: Gravity by Sara Bareilles

There was a post sometime ago calling them a binary star system by @comradekiwi. I ate that shit up. ✨

SATOSUGU

Paramore Selection: In the Mourning

Because of course it is. Ten years of grieving over a punishment yet to be carried out followed by a year of knowing Gojo was finally alone in the world.

Hozier Selection: Francesca

After everything, neither would change a thing if it meant they were, for a time, together. For everything that happened, I don't think it changed the way either of them felt about one another.

Billie Eilish Selection: you should see me in a crown ... fine. TV

Actually, I think both fit from Geto and Gojo's perspective respectively. In actuality, Ocean Eyes and being lost in one another is the answer.

Wildcard Selection: Someday by The Strokes

This whole series is just adults trying to correct what befell them as kids and spare others from a similar fate. But fate is not so forgiving.

SASAMIYA TBH the true challenge because... happy couple?? Can't relate.

Paramore Selection: The Only Exception

Nose buried in countless books about love but shying away from everyone around him? So Miya coded but they're probably more Still Into You leaning.

Hozier Selection: From Eden or The Bones (okay so this one might be cheating)

The idea that one would leave Eden just for a glimpse of someone they love beyond all their imperfections? This is so Sasaki to Miyano coded. The Bones because they are undeniably end game.

Wildcard Selection: I Want You Around by Snoh Aalegra

In the days before Miyano realized how serious Sasaki was? Just Sasaki's simple want to be around Miyano, or Miyano admiring Sasaki and not knowing what else those feelings could be.

Bonus Wildcard Selection: Notice Me by Role Model

Peak. 🎯 They're both incredulous at the fact that they wound up together.

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amethystoceandespiser · 23 days

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Hey, Ocean! (Don't know which part of your username I want to make your nickname yet.) Quick question as someone who is almost ALL the way outside of bnha and it's story. But has seen you reblogging about it.

Did Bakugo ever have to apologize to Deku for telling Deku to kill himself? Cause the lack of that made me stop watching the anime.

He did apologize, but the text never adressed the subject explicitely. It doesn't help that we never got the proper point of view of izuku regarding this apology.

Bakugou's exact words were "i'm sorry for everything" but never says what this "everything" entails since horikoshi refuses to give him the consequences he deserves.

Never adressed the suicide-baiting; never adressed that in his pettiness he almost murdered izuku in a FUCKING CLASS EXERCISE; never adressed that he not only abuses him phisically or psycologically, bit also denigrated him as something less than human for a thing that izuku had no control over like his genetics.

All in all, Bakugou is more side character material, than as a deutoragonist or a rival character. The "win to save and save to win" BULLSHIT horikoshi introduced after their second fight, which i know is THE worst fight in the entire franchise, was only as a way to make him relevant to a plot that he contributes nothing with.

That's without mentioning how his popularity damages the entire structure of the messages that MHA is supposed to say, bit end up being contradicted to elevate him to a pedestal he never deserve in the first place.

Narratively speaking, he's mediocre AT BEST. You'll have more luck reading fics of the manga rather than the manga itself to see something with more nuance and respect for izuku, unless is a bakudeku fic, filter those away for your own good.

I can recomend you some.

The only fics where i can tolerate bakugou as a character are literal crack fics (i'll recomend you "deku ex machina", "izuku doofenschmirtz" and "histerical".

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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Do you know any good fanfics that handles Bakugou's bullying of Izuku with a proper resolution and him actually apologizing for everything? I heard something like that might have happened in the manga, but I think I will wait for it to be animated, so for the meantime I would like to check fanfics with a similar theme instead

Sorry I'm so late!

One of my favorite platonic Bakudeku relationships is the series F is for fire that burns down the whole town by pepperfield. It's adult heroes Izuku and Katsuki with the most loving yet chaotic relationship. I've reread the whole series dozens of times (Warning: Izuku is in a poly relationship with uh pretty much all of 1A? Its mentioned on and off but easy to skip over if its not your thing)

I can't not mention Paper Agency by The Feels Whale which has quirkless pro hero deku but also some nice background Katsuki development further explored in Mass Divided by Volume which is the same events from Bakugou's POV

those hardest to love need it the most by my dear dear @awake-my-oceans is mostly focused on Izuku overcoming his issues stemming from his quirklessness and getting the support he needs/deserves. But there's some background dealing of Katsuki that perfectly walks the balance btw chastising him harshly for his past behavior but also recognizing his growth and allowing him the chance to do better. And I just loooove this story (and And Now I see Daylight with adult pro deku as an activist) so I had to bring it up!

Honestly when I first saw this ask I flashed to pretty much all of aloneintherain's works but especially Journey to the Past (I cry every time) and will I be more than I've always been which is probably the best example I know of for what you're looking for.

Hope that helps!

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weneverlearnwevebeenherebefore · 5 months

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navigating thru my blog :3 (below the cut)

bnha

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bakudeku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 take my hand ch 15

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bakugou katsuki

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i trusted you. ch 14

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i trusted you. ch 58

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 rumors of our productivity have been exaggerated ch 10 - you can talk to me about anything

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 kiribaku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 drown in my ocean of black box dye ch 6

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 drown in my ocean of black box dye ch 10

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 midoriya izuku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hero's shadow ch 64 - depths of forgiveness

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 shinbaku

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 be nice to me ch 3 - kill somebody

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hard reset ch 3

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 learning to heal, learning to trust ch 7

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 learning to heal, learning to trust ch 8

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 vandalize my heart

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 volatile memory

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 todoroki shouto

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 i wish it would never stop snowing

harry potter

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 dramione

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 don't pout, darling ch 1 - silk/ribbons

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 sirmione

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 coming undone ch 31

jjk

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 fushiguro toji

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 smau - drunk i miss you to the guys

shadow and bone

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 darklina

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 a hand that holds

skz

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 chan

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 in which chris walks in on you having a bad dream

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 changbin

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 the accidental acquisition of sugar ch 3

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 cold

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 felix

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bodyguard! felix x reader part ii

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 bodyguard! felix x reader part v

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 perfect distraction | lfl

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 hyunjin

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 sharp edges part five - call from an australian phone number

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 this boy is bad news ch 36 - it's gonna be a long night

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 leeknow

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 heal the pain

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 minsung

₊˚ෆ 𐃘 devilish

#skz x reader #draco x hermione #sirius x hermione #alina x aleksander #shinsou x bakugou #kirishima x bakugou #bakugou x deku #bakugou #todoroki #minho x jisung #toji x reader

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whentheresmoonlight · 5 months

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Sand Lines ch5, Saturday

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rating: teen

pairing: bakudeku

word count: 28.3k/40.6k

summary: It wasn’t a vacation. It was only convenient that Katsuki’d managed to trick Miruko into thinking it was.

Katsuki doesn’t need a break. Post-war life has been peaceful. Too peaceful. So under the guise of a vacation, Katsuki heads to the American southwest, the only place where he can do the thing he wants to do the most: blow stuff up. Big time. And it’s all going to according to plan for about five minutes, until Deku comes along. They’ve barely seen each other since graduation last year and Katsuki could, should blow him up for getting in his business yet again. Instead, they learn about post-war life in the way they’ve done everything: together.

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Alamogordo, New Mexico

Katsuki had decided. He was gonna beat not just Izuku, but also Tap ‘n Go and Water Foul at this time off business. He was going to be number one.

“Wake up!” Katsuki shouted, throwing a shirt at Izuku’s face, hitting his sleeping target squarely even with the lights still off.

“Ngh!” Izuku sputtered as he shot up in bed, the shirt falling from his face and plopping innocently in his lap as Izuku looked at Katsuki with sleep-heavy eyes. “Kacchan, what the hell?”

“Rise and shine, nerd, today we learn how to take a vacation.”

“Now?” Izuku asked, groaning as Katsuki flicked the lights on. “Why?”

“Because you’re not gonna say, wow, I thought Kacchan knew everything to me again,” Katsuki said, grabbing up his stuff from around the room. Wallet, phone, keys. “Bullshit. I do know everything.”

Katsuki was slathering on some sunscreen when Izuku said, “Um, Kacchan, isn’t this your shirt?”

“Black is better against UV. You might as well not be wearing anything in your shitty pastels,” Katsuki stated. “Put it on or look even more like a shitty lychee.”

Izuku’s freckles had come out in the desert sun. They hid well under his burgeoning sunburn-turned-tan, but in that stark light, Katsuki witnessed how they bloomed on his shoulders down to his forearms. He was pink and brown all over.

“Fine,” Izuku said, tugging the black tee on and popping out the neck hole with a bad case of bedhead.

“Pfft,” Katsuki laughed, the sound no more than a medium gust of air. “You look like a thirteen year old going to his first emo concert.”

“Hey, you’re making me wear it!”

“And you’re making me laugh!”

“A price I’m willing to pay.” Izuku grinned as he tugged on a pair of cargo shorts. Also pale, but at least the fabric was thicker. “Where are we going?”

“You’re gonna have to hold your piss for at least an hour.”

“That doesn’t remotely answer the question.”

“You’re a nerd, interpret that as you will.”

It seemed as though, aside from hiking, there wasn’t much to do in this region. Lots of cliffs and caves and mountains, sprinkled with museums, eateries, and ranches. Coming from a town so close to Tokyo made it seem like there’d be more to do if their flights had just dropped them off smack-dab in the middle of the ocean.

Katsuki was satisfied with hiking. It was one of the things he did in his time off even back home, because it still felt productive. But that was what the vacation was supposed to disrupt, wasn’t it?

So they were going out of town.

Katsuki lifted up the car keys and gave them a jingle. “I’m getting old here.”

“You’re not even five minutes older yet,” Izuku quibbled, going over to the sinks to brush his teeth. “Just gimme a minute.”

They were out to the car in three, Izuku’s blessed lack of vanity making him easy enough to shove out the door. He just needed a brush, a whizz, and a protein bar chipmunked away in one chubby cheek and he was good to go.

They were soon on the interstate, pointed in the direction of the Missile Range. Even with the windows up and the air set to recirculate, the dusty smell of terracotta earth crept in, mingling with the dry gypsum that had managed to speckle the car’s black interior. Despite the rain last night, the scent was still wrung out, like dry dirt but more, like a dust storm you could drink.

And somehow, overnight, the land had turned green. Not like Japan with its plenty of trees and bushes and grass, but greener than Katsuki had ever seen this place. The yucca stood taller, the prickly pears were plumper. And the little clumps of grass, brown enough to blend in with the desert as Katsuki tripped over them a couple days ago, now cast a verdancy over the land that stretched for miles.

When they passed right by the Missile Range, Izuku’s head whipped back, then he looked towards Katsuki with wide eyes. He had to know better than to ask if Katsuki had missed a turn, but the question of where rested on his face. But like in the hotel, Katsuki wasn’t going to answer. Instead, he took his right hand and put it on the center console.

“You gonna sit there or are you gonna do something useful?”

“Oh!” Izuku said, the surprise unable to be hidden. But he didn’t say anything as he took Katsuki’s right hand in both of his and began massaging the muscles, stretching the joints, warming the skin against the air conditioning.

Katsuki was still getting used to this. When his and Izuku’s hands met, it was in combat—on both sides of their friendship. Exchanged blows in enmity or camaraderie, and very little else. But now Izuku was taking Katsuki’s hand in his, was holding his arm gently as he removed cactus needles, was close all the time. Izuku could easily pause and rest his hand in Katsuki’s, thread their fingers together, draw Katsuki’s hand further into his lap. And maybe Katuski would let him.

Which was a weird thought as Katsuki clenched his left hand against the wheel, only to shoot a twinge of pain up his forearm. He nearly snatched his other hand away, but that would have stood out, it would have beckoned questions, or at least made Izuku think things that maybe he was wise enough not to ask aloud.

They blurred past a sign marked 75 mph. Katsuki’s eyes slid over to the dash as the smaller kilometer dial crept up over 100 kph, 110, 120… But even at the speed limit, traffic blew by them, cars hopping over to the fast lane just to pass them. So the dial moved further, 130, approaching 140 before they were running in parallel with the cars around them. It was fast, way faster than they ever got in Japan. It was All Might-fast, Deku-fast. Staring at Izuku’s lightning-clad back as he ran ahead and disappeared for a year-fast.

“Other hand, Kacchan.”

It was slightly uncomfortable, reaching his left arm underneath his right as he switched driving hands. But the road was long and straight and wide, so Katsuki just kept his eyes between the lines as Izuku began working, his fingers now brushing Katsuki’s hip occasionally as he worked up the wrist.

“This is kind of doing it, right?” Izuku asked. “Yeah, we’re going somewhere, and maybe that’s productive, but it’s quiet. We’re just sitting together. Not much is happening. And it’s okay.”

Maybe Izuku had a point, but there was something different about this than even the meal they’d shared yesterday. In the car, Katsuki had to look forward, had to focus on something that wasn’t Izuku. There was a separation that cleared Katsuki’s mind, at least a bit. When it was just him and Izuku, no focus point to filter some of Izuku out with, there was something that was too much. Something that he couldn’t figure out.

“Failing grade, Deku.”

They were coming to a scenic overpass, the crest of the mountain that hugged the far west end of the valley. The car chugged up a sharper incline, and Katsuki pulled his warm, limber hand back to control the wheel. He kept his eyes on the road, curling a smile under his frown as Izuku oohed and ahhed over the view as they crept higher and higher.

Unlike the drive from the day before, this one wasn’t blocked by evergreens. The regular brush, slightly greener from the rain, stalked them up the mountain, dotting the sharp hills like freckles. Behind them, in the rear-view mirror, Katsuki could make out the whole valley: the blanched strip of White Sands and the darker smudge of Alamogordo.

Coming down the other side of the mountain, there were towns. Patches of fast food joints and squat houses and water towers painted with scenes of the American west bordered the whole highway. No building more than a story high, no town extending longer than a city block. There probably wasn’t any crime, because everyone had to know each other in a place so small. The criminal would be found out before even the fastest hero teleported.

They were back on flat land, the mountains once again tall behind them when Katsuki pulled off the highway. Izuku was staring out the window, probably thirsty for hints about Katsuki’s plan, because goodness knew there wasn’t much to look at besides Mexican restaurants and American chain establishments.

When they turned into a parking lot, every spot with so much as a twig’s worth of shade was taken, but one spot was all Katsuki needed as he cut it close to the cars on either side with the monstrosity of an SUV he was driving.

“What is this place?” Izuku asked, looking at what was very clearly the back of a building with zero signage.

“Dunno,” Katsuki said, hopping out of the car and slamming his door closed. “Not going there. C’mon.”

The sun walloped them hard once the last of the air conditioning wicked off their skin, reminding them that outside of the oasis of the car, this was the desert. Despite it still being early morning, the sun was high already, running up to its peak.

There were more people around than Katsuki had seen since he’d left the airport. Car doors slammed around him to reveal people in broad-brimmed hats all walking the same way that the GPS had told him to go. Katsuki melded in with the crowd, Izuku right on his heels.

And here, Katsuki could blend in with the crowd. Without any efforts towards disguise, he and Izuku were invisible, as good as civilians in this country. Surely they were famous enough that if they mentioned their hero names, both the more hero fanatical and the news buffs would turn their heads. But as they were, doing nothing to draw attention to themselves, not so much as lick of merch tagging their clothes, they were unknown in a way they hadn’t been since Katsuki was fourteen.

They could do anything and no one would know. No one would have phones facing toward them or be firing off texts with the news of a Deku and Dynamight sighting. They were anonymous.

“Oh, wow!”

“This is it,” Katsuki said, waving an arm out to the street before them.

It was a block full of tents and carts, artisans hawking their wares and food vendors fanning the scents of their food toward the passersby. There were endless colors in the forms of flowers and jewelry and painted terracotta pots. And when Katsuki looked from one end of the street to the other, the end of the street fair was nowhere in sight. It wasn’t nearly as packed as a Japanese street lined with food vendors, but it was probably just as big, just stretched over the plentiful land of the region.

“A glorified farmer’s market,” Katsuki declared. “The most boring thing imaginable.”

Izuku barked out a laugh, and it took Katsuki aback. It was brief, over as soon as it started. But it wasn’t a sound Katsuki heard often from Izuku, and it was…nice. He had to frown away his own burgeoning smile as Izuku turned to look at him, grin on his face. “Then why are we here?”

“If we can figure out why all these people are here, why this mind-numbing activity is at the top of this wasteland’s expendable tourist board,” Katsuki laid out, “then we’ll be number one at this vacation shit.”

The warm, bright look on Izuku’s face narrowed into sharp eyes and furrowed brows as he turned his attention to the crowd. He was active, curious, analyzing. Katsuki might have liked that expression even better.

“Challenge accepted,” Izuku said. “Plus ultra.”

“Okay, this way,” Katsuki said, choosing a direction at random and snagging Izuku by the shoulder to follow.

They stepped into the fray and observed the obvious things. The smells were intoxicating—so different from Japanese cuisine. Too sweet, too oily, but alluring. It didn’t take Izuku long to buy a bag of kettle corn and begin devouring it with the sticky hands of the toddler Katsuki had once known.

“People like going out for food they don’t have to cook,” Izuku observed, offering Katsuki a piece of the strangely round popcorn.

It was alright. A little overly sweet but with decent salt. Katsuki could understand the appeal. Besides, food was one of the few things that Katsuki already put some effort into in his free time. Another productive hobby, just like hiking or working out.

“That’s appeal number one,” Katsuki agreed.

“People like shopping,” Izuku pointed out next. Canvas totes and reused grocery bags were bulging with jars and collectables and artwork. Cash was flowing and, briefly, Katsuki wondered if he had enough currency left for the day, but then he remembered he wasn’t buying any of this shit.

“Pass,” Katsuki said, avoiding eye contact with the tie dye vendor they were passing. Like he hadn’t been able to make tie dye shirts when he was five years old.

“I dunno,” Izuku mused. “Sometimes clothes shopping can be fun.”

“That’s only because you have the sense of humor of a middle-aged dad and your t-shirts reflect that.”

“Well, yeah, that can be fun!”

Aguas frescas were next, because they’d only been out fifteen minutes, and already beads of sweat were forming along Katsuki’s brow. The pink drink that was in his hand a few minutes later dripped cold condensation down his arm as the ice began its rapid melt.

“I can drink sugary shit at home,” Katsuki complained as the floral taste of hibiscus hit his tongue. It wasn’t as overly sweet as he’d assumed, but he kept that to himself as he slurped it down. “In the AC. What makes this special?”

“I dunno,” Izuku said, sucking down on an horchata, reduced to pouring the kettle corn directly into his mouth with his other available hand. “People watching? Seeing stuff you don’t usually see?”

“The only reason I need to watch people is to be able to describe their dumb faces in a crime report,” Katsuki said. “And I don’t need any of this shit.” They were passing a vendor selling clocks whittled into ornate wooden cutouts. Nothing Katsuki needed to lug back to Japan when he had a smartwatch on his wrist at all times.

“Wait, wait, an All Might stall!”

Katsuki followed Izuku’s gaze, expecting to see a stall of red, blue, and yellow, but instead saw Izuku running towards a stall glutted with unofficial merch for heroes and comic books alike. But Izuku zeroed in on a selection of mini All Mights dangling from a jewelry stand and was already halfway done leafing through them by the time Katsuki meandered over.

“Kacchan, how do I pick?” Izuku asked as he picked up two off-brand All Mights. Both were flying, but one was in his silver age and one in his bronze age and, despite being homemade, Katsuki had to admit they looked pretty damn good.

“What are they?”

“Phone charms,” Izuku explained, showing how the little black string looped into the corner of his smart phone. “It only makes sense for him to be flying since he’s dangling, you know, he shouldn’t be standing.

“Obviously,” Katsuki agreed sarcastically. Though he couldn’t refute the nerd’s logic.

“So which one?” Izuku asked. “It should be these ones with the cape instead of golden age so that it’s extra clear that he’s flying, but the costume colors are so different there’s just no way to possibly choose—Kacchan, help!”

“Buy both.”

Izuku looked relieved and Katsuki almost laughed. This damn peaceful climate and Izuku’s greatest moment of distress was not being able to choose between different versions of All Might.

While Izuku eagerly paid, Katsuki took the bronze age All Might—an era he’d always been partial to with its dark red and black color scheme—and looped it around the corner of his phone. It looked dorky as hell.

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked when he was done with the cashier. “What are you doing?”

“I paid for the rental car and the room,” Katsuki reasoned with a shrug. “You paid for this—now we’re even.”

Izuku laughed again, This one twice as long as the earlier laugh Katsuki had earned. It made his stomach squeeze. “Now we match!”

Both of their phones were adorned with little dangling All Mights, making them a matched set like friendship bracelets or the All Might cards they’d both pulled in childhood. It was too darling for Katsuki to bear, and he had half a mind to take his and Izuku’s phones both and blow them up between his hands. It also made him want to take Izuku’s hand and lift it in the air declaring that they were a pair and always had been and no one had better separate them again. Instead, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and let the little All Might charm dangle from his hip.

“Okay, I get it now,” Izuku said grinning. “Shopping has its benefits.”

Their shoulders bumped together as the crowd bottlenecked around a food truck. Izuku was so damn warm to the touch already, and the dark shirt wasn’t helping, even if it would stave off the burning. The thing was beginning to saturate with sweat, becoming skin tight around Izuku’s ab muscles, reminding Katsuki of how he’d looked shirtless and sweaty the day before. Just the brief touch shoulder to shoulder made Katsuki sweat even more.

“Oh, Kacchan, over there!”

Izuku put his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and that was even warmer. He could feel the damp of Izuku’s palm through his shirt sleeve, and the touch felt heavy. Every new touch between them was surprising and rawly sensory. Like the smack of salt the first time he’d tasted miso plain or a day after training waking up to a muscle he hadn’t known about screaming out in pain. It was just a hand, so why did it feel like so much?

“Chile jam!” Izuku exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of a stand, dropping his hand in order to point at the glass jars of yellow, orange, and red.

“The fuck?” Katsuki blurted, earning a head tilt and furrowed brow from the vendor.

“What’s this?” Izuku asked, pointing to the peculiarly labeled jars. There were other strange jellies and jams on the table: garlic and onion and ginger, but Izuku’s attention was squarely on the one with the magic word. Chile.

“It’s one of our specialties,” the woman answered from her folding lawn chair. Everything at the stand was made of the same canvas-like polyester, from the chair to the tablecloth to the tent providing brief relief from the sun, drawing shoppers under its brim. “Jam reduced down with tomatoes and different peppers. It’s got a real kick, I swear to hither and yon.”

“I can take more than a little kick.”

“Oh, can ya?”

The woman used the edge of the table to push herself up, shaking all the jars of jam as she looked up to face Katsuki. Her face was as weathered as the land itself with the same kinds of crags and ridges and sun-roasted tan.

From a cup of doll-sized spoons, the woman took one, and untwisted a loose jar lid with her other hand. Without breaking eye contact with Katsuki, she dipped the spoon in the jar and then placed the red sauce in her mouth. Before even swallowing, she grabbed another, filled it with jam, and held it out towards Katsuki. A challenge.

He took it immediately, and placed the spoon facedown on his tongue, licking the spoon clean in one swift motion while the woman’s spoon dangled from her mouth like a loose cigarette.

It was sweet. It was jam. The sugar glided over his tongue, reminding him of that horrid fudge for a moment before the tangy hit of acid from the tomato kicked in. Not so different from a ketchup from a button-up only, cloth napkin restaurant.

Also…It was hot.

It crept up from behind like a little stalker villain that Katsuki would usually be ready to whip around and knock out with one blow from his quirk. But this vendor lady hadn’t so much as blinked at the spice, and so Katsuki wouldn’t either. He had a lifetime of controlling the sweat glands in his hands, but he’d never had to pay attention to the pores on his face. His sideburns were soaked and his bangs stuck to his forehead like a bad alpaca fur beanie. But that was just the sweat from the day, right? This old bat wouldn’t think he was bowing under the pressure—he’d rather take some of this lava jam to the eye than that.

“Good, huh?” the lady asked.

Katsuki swallowed. “Great,” he rasped.

And that was the kicker, wasn’t it? Even as it made all his taste buds stand erect like good little child soldiers in a war, he thought damn if it wouldn’t taste good slathered on a piece of roast pork.

He slapped down the eight bucks that crazy lady was charging for it and left before she could see his face go red.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Izuku asked, a wide grin on his face. “Not boring?”

“It was grocery shopping,” Katsuki retorted. “And a bother for customs.”

But…he was having a little bit of fun. A smidgeon. And he still didn’t understand why, because his mind should be half numbed with sugar and heat and boredom, but it wasn’t. He wasn’t. Instead, he had half a mind to point Izuku towards the All Might bottle cap charms across the way or the aloe plants one tent down that would help soothe their burns.

Izuku had to take the jar, since it fit into one of his massive pockets, making it look like he had one and a half hip bones. But of course, the idiot was happy to do it, thrilled even. Like in this dearth of distressed civilians and villains to take down, being able to save Katsuki the grief of carrying both a jam jar and a drink was gonna push him up a score in the hero rankings.

“I think you’d rather be grocery shopping,” Izuku said—and it was a fair assumption. The supermarket was air conditioned and efficient and didn’t have random ladies squaring up like he wouldn’t push her out of the way for the last tin of wasabi peas.

But he’d also be alone at the supermarket. And go back to his empty apartment alone. He’d put most of the groceries away and cook dinner for one like he always did.

“Whaddyou know?” Katsuki said instead, frowning.

“You. Pretty well,” Izuku retorted. “I thought maybe I’d forgotten some about you in the past year but no, you’re always up here.”

He gestured towards his head with his shoulder, which Katsuki caught out the corner of his eye as they continued walking forward. A dog was peeing on the sidewalk shockingly close to some macramé merchandise. A kid dropped an ice cream cone on the ground and burst out crying. This end of the street fest was drawing near.

Katsuki wasn’t even sure how well he knew himself. If he did, wouldn’t the shit those old fart heroes had been talking about on Thursday be his reality already? Sometimes it seemed impossible to tell who he was beyond fists and explosions and sweat. But Izuku had always known things that Katsuki hadn’t, and it in equal measure made him want to go back to the car and leave Izuku in a fit of red dust, and pry the answers out of Izuku with his nails, with his teeth.

“No,” Katsuki said. “This feels different.”

They were approaching a barricade of orange cones at the end of the street, nothing but one food truck left between them and the end of this side of the fair.

“Different than what?”

“Like this is so boring my brain should melt out of my ears, but you’re distracting it from that.”

“Which is a…good thing?”

Katsuki walked ahead. Straight past the food truck and past the orange cones so they were back in the normal town, cars passing by at a quick clip. Everyone drove fast here, like there was actually somewhere to go. “It’s an annoying thing.”

“Oh…?”

Izuku was confused. Even not looking at the guy, still facing the street, Katsuki could all but see the cocked head, the wide eyes, the hand drooping in the air in front of him as it tried to draw a real answer out of Katsuki.

But Katsuki had none to give. This wasn’t a regular feeling. It was a new one, no more relatable to his regular rolodex of feelings than it was to a swarm of bees storming his stomach. Really, actually, it was more like the bees.

“I thought I’d be alone this week,” Katsuki said, allowing the cars to swallow up his words. He didn’t give a damn if Izuku heard or not. “Had been looking forward to it. Then your ass blows in near immediately and well. Thought I’d punch your lights out, but I haven’t.”

Katsuki was sure that’d stir a response. Not throwing a punch was as good as taking one yourself. That’s why he’d always struck first in a fight. Set the tone. Don’t give yourself a chance to be thrown off right at the top. But somehow Izuku had gotten the upper hand without making the first move while Katsuki sat back on his heels. No, actually, he’d been doing something, but it hadn’t been fighting. And when it wasn’t fighting, Katsuki couldn’t figure it out.

But Izuku didn’t say anything. Mind was surely working a kilometer a minute, but what else was new.

“You’re the best to train with. You’re not even horrible to share a room with. Lousy at vacationing with,” Katsuki continued. “You used to get on my nerves just being around. But you being fucking absent for a year threw everything off, and I can’t shake it.”

“I wasn’t gone—you were busy too!”

“Shut up.”

It hadn’t been important. Nothing besides scattered flashes of their work shifts had ever been an emergency or desperate or immediately necessary in any way. They’d just been making busy because they didn’t know how to do anything else. Because they didn’t know how to just be with themselves. That was what UA had never taught them.

“We don’t know how to be friends!” Katsuki exclaimed. “Maybe we never did!”

However loud Katsuki's words were, the silence was louder. It was fraught with humming vehicles and excited voices making their way through the street fair, but none of that was the deafening part. The space between him and Izuku was what screamed at Katsuki.

“K-Kacchan…”

Izuku was upset now. Great. And by God, some horrible yanking behind Katsuki’s lungs made him want to do something about it. It was like his upper chest had been speared by a fishhook and was pulling him back to where Izuku stood behind him, potentially blubbering because Katsuki couldn’t hold his tongue, yet again.

But when Katsuki turned around, Izuku wasn’t weeping. He was frowning, but his eyes were only glistening, no more than the sweat on his forehead or down the column of his neck. He was shiny all over and it was captivating. He’d always drawn Katsuki’s gaze like this, but it had never before filled him with such fresh vexation.

It pushed him to take a step forward. Then another. And another. He was close enough to Izuku to smell the heady mix of sweat intermingled with sunscreen and exhaust puffing out of that food truck. It was acrid and hot and it smelled a little like battle but they were safe but if they were safe then why was Katsuki’s heart pounding like a villain was on his tail, like something was catching up to him, like—

He had to do something. He had to.

He leaned in. He heard Izuku say: “Oh.” Actually, he felt it more than he heard it. Soft, puffing against his mouth. And then, because he couldn’t allow Izuku to figure it out first, took one last step forward, and closed the gap.

Their lips touched. And Katsuki had no idea what he was doing, he was only aware of what was next. Next: him grabbing Izuku’s sweaty hair and fisting it in his sweaty palm. Next: them slotting their lips to the side so that they actually fit, and dammit, they did fit. Next: a touch of tongue that tasted like hibiscus and cinnamon and caramel. Next: they broke apart and stared at each other with wide eyes.

It was a line in the sand, crossed. A line they hadn’t even known about, blown to scattered waste.

Next. Katsuki took two big steps backwards and blasted himself right over traffic and ran.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

Running was hard in this country. The air was thin. The sun was hot. Katsuki had spilled his hibiscus drink on his hand before he’d dropped it and it looked like he’d murdered a Jigglypuff. He had no idea where he was or where he was going, but that was a problem for later. Everything was a problem for later. Right now, the only problem was running.

Of course, running wasn’t a problem when you wielded the most powerful quirk in the world. So Katsuki had only cleared one, maybe one-and-a-half blurry blocks before a flash of teal lit up in front of him and forced him to stop or else make more of a coward of himself.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed, and it wasn’t so different from his arrival just a few days ago. Skidding to a stop, just a little out of breath, and with Katsuki more than a little dumbfounded. “Kacchan, what the…what?”

And fuck, running hadn’t made his heart rate go down at all. Hadn’t stopped the nervous sweat or the sweat from the heat certainly or even the sweat from his quirk, which could probably send him straight to the stratosphere with one wrong thought just about now. “I don’t know!”

“Kacchan, you can’t just kiss someone and run!”

“You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”

“Well then, what—why? Why did you do it?” Those little aspirated puffs coming off the W questions betrayed that Izuku actually might have been a bit out of breath. Maybe his heart was beating as fast as Katsuki’s. He’d lost his drink too, and the popcorn, but his shorts were still hanging heavy with the fucking jam.

“I had to do something!” Katsuki shouted.

“Something?” Izuku asked. “Or that thing?”

“What’s it to you!” Katsuki rebutted, weak as anything. Weak in a way that made sweat sting his eyes and he had to blink it away fast lest any idiot think it was something else.

“It’s everything!” Izuku shouted back. “What’s it to you?”

It was…something. It was confusing. It was surprising. It was a mystery and maybe it was obvious but it was also good and maybe really bad and it was done but it wasn’t over.

Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe it should have already happened.

“I wanted to,” he said simply. “And so I did.”

“You wanted to…? Since when?” Izuku asked.

“Just now!”

Izuku shook his head, as though that was wrong, as though Katsuki had just lied to him, as though that was something that Katsuki would ever do. “What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know!” Katsuki exclaimed. He didn’t know. He hadn’t thought that far. His mind was racing in an effort to catch up and figure that out, but every thought was too fast and shadowed by the next to decipher. “Whaddyou know?”

Katsuki asked it again. As though Izuku was hiding information from him. It was inside of him—of that Katsuki was sure. He wanted to crawl down Izuku’s throat and claw it out, figure out what bloody truth lay between them that neither of them had words for. That was the only way he could think to do it, the only thing that even began to make sense.

“I-I…” Izuku stuttered, his head shaking slightly, his eyes wide and confused, but he didn’t take a single step back from Katsuki. He couldn’t. “I don’t know. I… What now?”

Now had run away when Katsuki had. Now was back by those traffic cones and here, Katsuki had no idea. Of anything.

He sighed, the first breath he’d managed to get even halfway under him. It tasted like both of them. “Car. That’s what. Let’s get outta here.”

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