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katsukibakugouprompts · 2 years

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Villain Deku AU, harassment, revenge, whump

After Katsuki began to change towards Katsuki, becoming increasingly unkind about his quirklessness and making his life miserable, Izuku got desperate. He fell into the wrong crowd, letting angry people harden his heart and build resentment until at last he happens to make a name for himself among a very powerful but very evil group of people. Eventually Izuku is offered a gift on behalf of his service to this very powerful group of people, and still resentful for all he’d done, Izuku has only one wish:

Make Katsuki Bakugou suffer.

Or, horrible things keep happening to Katsuki. He’s blacklisted from every hero agency in Japan, his passport has been stolen. His social media accounts are hacked and he’s locked out unable to do anything. His friends have turned against him, his own family wont have anything to do with him. He’s alone, stripped of everything dear to him piece by piece until there’s hardly anything left of him.

#villain izuku au #harassment #revenge #whump #bakugou whump #bnha prompt #bnha fic #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #fanfic writing prompt #bakugou writing prompt #bnha writing prompt #mha writing prompt

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mettywiththenotes · 2 years

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My reaction to 362

#okay hori the bakugou whump is over now haha you've had your fun okay get off the stage now please. get off the stage.#im calling security #and then suing for emotional damages #what the fuck was that #im holding onto threads of hope that he's not dead #but #good GOD did it look like that #hori stop teasing me i can't do this #bnha #bnha 362 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #bakugou katsuki #mettys posts #metty posts #edit

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parsnips-and-meth · 9 months

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Boiling Over (Part 1)

Hi! This is my first time posting an exclusive tumblr whump piece - I hope you enjoy. This one features some Todoroki whump, BKTD and a little bit of Dadzawa. Includes: Fever, Vomiting, Vertigo.

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He should have listened to Bakugou.

Shouto had woken this morning in a feverish haze. Shirt clinging with sweat, ears ringing. He’d nearly fallen and cracked his head open on the desk trying to get out of bed. But he’d put it down to quirk overuse – yesterday had been intensive. It wasn’t unusual for his body to overcompensate… or undercompensate.

He’d sat panting on the tatami mats, right hand pressed to the back of his neck. It had been soothing, and after a few minutes, he felt more centred. Certainly not bad enough to miss training. Besides – he was sure his temperature would regulate by lunch.

He had been wrong.

Bakugou was glaring at him over his mapo tofu. He stabbed around in the sauce for a while as Shouto shivered, yet to even pick up his chopsticks. There was nothing appealing about his soba today. The sight of the noodles sitting slumped and wet like fat, brown earthworms made his stomach churn.

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou hissed, a cube of tofu circling his mouth. Shouto swallowed. “I told you to stay in bed.”

Shouto could feel a twisting burning in his chest. He pressed his left hand to his sternum and activated his quirk.

“Go back to the dorms,” his boyfriend ordered. “Go back or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“There’s only one period left,” Shouto murmured, closing his eyes. The lights in the cafeteria were beginning to coagulate and blur.

“I don’t care,” he growled. “You look like shit, Icyhot.”

Shouto frowned but didn’t open his eyes. “That’s not very nice. You’re supposed to be nice to me.”

“I am nice to you, you stupid fuck.” Bakugou’s calloused hand landed on his cheek, thumb stroking back and forth. “God, Sho, you’re burning.”

He opened his eyes and shot Bakugou a soft smile. The blonde just squinted further, clearly not placated. “Just one more period,” Shouto said, “and then I’ll go straight to bed.”

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He should have listened to Bakugou.

He didn’t even remember changing into his gym uniform. But he was wearing it – he could feel every single fibre of it tearing at his skin. The grey expanse of Gym Gamma was so wide, so bright today.

Oh god. Not once in his life had he ever felt this awful.

He was paired with Kirishima for a round of quirk combat in close quarters, but neither he nor the redhead had moved an inch. Shouto could feel his stomach bloating against his waistband, could feel its contents seething. He snaked his right arm around it, hunching his shoulders and taking deep, shuddering breaths.

It hurt.

The sounds of their classmates around them were building, fights underway. Still, Kirishima waited, watching him nervously. Shouto wondered why he didn’t jump at the opportunity – there was no way Shouto was winning this one.

“Hey, man.” Kirishima’s voice was quiet, “you wanna sit down? You don’t look so good.”

“Mm,” Shouto grunted. “I’m okay. Just need a minute.”

“Dude –”

He straightened up, pushing his shoulders back. A deep, rippling ache spread up from his stomach to his throat. He could taste acid. “Let’s go,” he said, pushing his right foot forward.

The fight didn’t last long. His ice was sloppy, arching just past where Kirishima stood, and the other boy skidded round and started barrelling towards his left side. Fire licked its way up Shouto’s arm, but the heat was searing, unbearable – his head throbbed, and his vision narrowed, a rotten, sour taste flooding his gums. He put out the flames as his knees buckled, catching his fall with one hand, and clamping the other over his mouth. He could hear Kirishima shout, but it was indecipherable over the tinnitus. Shouto’s oesophagus burned, stomach cramping and knotting, and he burped, saliva sticking to his palm.

He felt vile.

“You idiot.” Bakugou was next to him. When had he got here? “You stupid, fucking idiot. You never listen.” Shouto shuddered, and he felt his boyfriend’s hand run up his back, gentle, soothing. “You gonna be sick?”

He couldn’t answer. He dropped his hand and belched again, rocking forward over the floor. Hot saliva rolled off his tongue and hung from his lips in strings. Bakugou moved his other hand up to cup Shouto’s forehead, pushing his hair back.

“Yaoyorozu, could you make us a bucket, please?” That was Aizawa. His teacher stood in front of him – Shouto could see the scuffs on his black boots. “The rest of you can wait for me in the changing rooms.”

Shouto heard lots of whispering and shuffling, and then blessed silence. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe – in, out, in, out. A bucket was put in front of him, along with a flannel and bottle of water.

“What’s wrong with him?” Yaoyorozu asked, voice trembling.

He heard Bakugou scoff. “He’s chronically stupid.”

Shouto lurched forward with a dry retch, forehead hitting the rim of the bucket. He moaned, gulping in another round of air. In, out, in, out. Cool fingers brushed against his skin, followed by a hiss.

“Christ, kid. That’s a nasty fever.” Aizawa took out his phone. “I’m going to call Recovery Girl. Let her know we’re coming.”

The nausea was so rampant he could feel it in his eyes. Shouto reached out and grabbed at Bakugou’s knee. “No,” he mumbled, “don’t… can’t move –”

He was cut off with another unproductive gag. He felt like he was choking. Bakugou brushed a hand through his hair, hushing him. “Not yet, Sho. When you’re ready.”

He sobbed as another cramp ripped through his stomach. “Katsuki.”

“It’s okay, Sho. It’s okay, you’re okay –”

He heaved violently, and this time a slurry of undigested food made it into the bottom of the bucket. Bakugou was holding him steady, mumbling things Shouto couldn’t quite hear, couldn’t quite understand. But the sound of his voice was enough. He burped, bringing up another mouthful of liquid, and then his back was arching as his body tried to wring itself dry. Round after round of vomit, until he had nothing left but spit and dry air.

The stench of the bucket was cloying. Bakugou pulled him back even though he was still gagging, rubbing his back in circles. “I think you’re done, babe. Here, come on. Breathe for me.”

Shouto hiccupped, leaning back into the blonde’s chest. “I – I don’t feel well.”

“No shit.” Bakugou used some of the water from the bottle to dampen the washcloth. He tilted Shouto’s head and began wiping away the bile and spit sticking to his chin, the snot under his nose. Aizawa took the bucket to wash out, and Yaoyorozu took his place in front of Shouto, smiling softly.

“Want to try a bit of water?” she asked, holding out the bottle. Shouto groaned, pulling away from her. The nausea had just barely let up – he wasn’t sure he was ready to swallow anything yet.

“Hey. Have just a little,” Bakugou said, taking the water from her. He unscrewed the cap and pressed the bottle to Shouto’s lips. “Dehydration is dumb.”

He felt it wash over his tongue. It tasted acrid and did little to settle his stomach. He pushed the rest away and belched into his fist, shivering.

“You think you can stand?” Aizawa asked, returning with a clean bucket. After a few measured breaths, Shouto nodded, clinging to the bucket as Bakugou eased him onto his feet. Yaoyorozu moved to stand on his other side, taking some of his weight. His teacher’s gaze was scrutinising, brow furrowed.

“Let’s go. I want you checked out sooner rather than later.” Aizawa held the door open for them as they left the gymnasium. “But tell me if you need to stop, alright?”

“Mm,” Shouto said, not sure what he was agreeing to. Colours and sounds were starting to melt together. He leaned into Bakugou on his right, eyes searching. “Kats-ki?”

“I’m here, Sho.” He pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. It was scorching, even on his right side. Bakugou bit his lip and tried to temper his anxiety. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he murmured. “I promise.”

#Bakugou is a good boyfriend #Todoroki Shouto whump #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bktd #bakutodo #whump #whump fic #sickfic #mha #my hero academia #bnha #caretaker #tw: vomit

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dekuusional · 4 months

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DekuBaku in the brain, a bit of hurt/comfort for the soul.

I can’t say a lot about this, or I’ll just end up revealing the entire story! It’s a short fic, haha

(It’s the first time in over a year that I fully write and post anything in written form! If you could give it a read, I would be very grateful ♡)

#.txt #fanfiction #my hero academia #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #dkbk #writblr #writers on tumblr #ao3 #archive of our own #alternate universe #au #whump #writing #sad good ending #mha #boku no hero academia

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dudadragneel · 1 year

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Sickfic Masterlist

Hello guys! This has been long due!

But finally the masterlist is here! I’ll divide into the fandoms that I have added on the pinned post! I’ll put the link to this masterlist at the beginning of the pinned post as well!

ANIME

My Hero Academia

- Weight I.

- Weight II.

- Quirks and their consequences

SPYXFAMILY

- An Unsual Day

One Piece

Coming soon!

Trigun Stampede

Coming soon!

LOZ - Legend of Zelda

Coming soon!

KPOP

Stray Kids

- Stubborn part I

- Stubborn part II

- Airplane sickfic

- Public Life

- Winter Cabin

- High School A.U

- Summer Vacation

- Consequences

- Responsibility

- An Eventful Weekend

- The Eldest Falls Ill

- Family Dinner

- A Tiring Trip

- A Dangerous Move

- Just a Case of Bad Luck

- Stressful Day

- Hectic Life

- A Date Gone downhill

- Don't Hide It

- The Only Hyung

- Of Heat and Pain 🔞

- So Close Yet So Far

ENHYPEN

- Tour Hardships

That’s it for now! I’ll update this as I post more sickfics!

See you soon!

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granny-griffin · 17 days

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second bthb fill!!

#Bad Things Happen Bingo #bnha #Bakugou Katsuki #Uraraka Ochako #whump #salt and light #my fanworks

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quirkless-fanboy · 2 months

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2toplibrary · 3 months

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Faith, Please Have a Little in Me by swannanoa

(T, 4.5K, 1/1)

Katsuki glances down at his unconscious burden. Blood drips like ichor from Shouto’s colorless lips, falls from gashes to spatter the ground. A gutted vamp is a dead vamp unless all that was lost is replenished, and moribund bloodsuckers aren’t known for restraint. If Shouto fed from an extra off the street, he’d kill them—and shatter his half human heart. Katsuki would pour his own blood down Shouto’s throat if that would accomplish anything. But Katsuki’s not human, so it won’t. There’s only one port in this shitstorm. They need Deku.

Once upon a time, Katsuki strove to be the best at everything. He knows better now: No one can be everything for everyone. He can’t be everything, fix everything, for Shouto.

Knowing something doesn’t make it easier to accept.

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More Vampire x Werewolf fics

#new arrivals #fic #todobaku #bakutodo #au: vampire!todoroki #au: werewolf!bakugou #au: vampire #established relationship #tddk brotp #hurt/comfort #whump #injury #bakugou pov #swannanoa

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bloodyfeverdreams · 6 months

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Whumptober Masterlist

This is my first masterlist, but let's see if I can pull it off haha

Bakugou "Doesn't Get Sick"- Katsuki's fine. He's totally fine, it's just too hot outside. and inside. It's nothing, his headache is from dealing with everyone's bullshit, and getting annoyed at Todoroki for being his assigned partner. He's fine.

Prompts 1, 2, 3, 7, 13, and 15- Swooning, Thermometer/Delirium, "Make it stop", "Can you hear me?", Cold Compress, and "I'm fine"

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I'm Fine (Don't Peek Behind the Curtain)- Honestly, Shinsou hasn't been in class 1A for long, but god, it seems like Bakugou has the biggest case of 'main character syndrome' he's ever seen. His entire personality is just being an asshole, and Shinsou is already tired of it. But when a villain makes Bakugou's internal pain show externally, Shinsou sees just how wrong he was.

Prompt 4, 6, 22, and 29- Shock, Made to Watch, Watch Out, and Troubled Past Resurfacing

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Lost in the Darkness- Katsuki is already having a seriously shitty day when the building he, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Uraraka is in collapses. From there, everything just gets worse and worse. He should've known better, he said "today couldn't get any worse", and he jinxed himself.

Also known as trying to keep the blindfold on Katsuki as long as possible ;)

Prompt 5, 9, 10, 17, 18, and 30- Pinned Down, You're A Liar, Stranded, Touch Aversion, Blindfold, and Bridal Carry

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Stricken- Trying to rescue Kaminari from his own dumbassery, Katsuki gets struck by lightning.

Prompts 8, 11. 16, 25, 27- All the Things I've Done, "All the light's gone out and my hope's destroyed", Chasing Cars, Storm, and Scars

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Never Shall We Die- Katsuki walks the plank to save his crew, willing to die so they don't. Waking up on a beach alive wasn't something he'd thought possible, and his rescuer is even more inexplicable.

Prompts 14, 21, 24, and 28- Water Inhalation, Restraints, Goodbye Note, Sacrifice

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shidekobushi- Katsuki has a stalker who gives him something she shouldn't

Prompt 19 and 23- Floral Bouquet and Stalking

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Friends Are The Best Obvious Solution- Katsuki hasn't been able to properly sleep for a while, having nightmares that leave him unable to get back to sleep until he has to get up again. The squad notices something's wrong, and decide that they're gonna help no matter what Katsuki says.

Prompts 12, 20, 26, and 31- Insomnia, Found Family, "Sometimes I Get So Tired, I Don't Know Myself", and "I thought I was getting better"

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#whumptober2023 #whump writing #whump prompt #masterlist #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #sick bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki whump #bakusquad

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a-sentimental-man · 6 months

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your body's a message (send my regards to hell)

ongoing fic, bkdk, rated M

If anyone asked Izuku how he was doing, he would give them all the same answer, even if none of them never believed them in the least, most of all Kacchan. He would smile and say that he was fine, as well as to be expected, really and no one would comment on how the words didn't hold any truth to them, or how the smile didn't quite reach his eyes like they used to do.

(How could he be a hero, when he had only ended up hurting the person he cared about the most, in the end?)

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Izuku thought that seeing Kacchan's body on the battlefield was the worst moment of his life.

Seeing Kacchan actually die was a thousand times worse.

It doesn't get easier the second time. Or the time after. And after.

#my fics #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #mha spoilers #my writing #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk fic #midoriya izuku angst #whump #whumptober 2023 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction

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sp9culation · 4 months

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wdym why am i putting them through physical, mental and emotional harm and projecting my own touch-starved urges while sending them into an existential crisis and depressed state to break them into a million pieces just to put their fragile body back together again (or not, depending on my mood)??? it’s because i love them. they deserve to suffer.

#whump #reigen arataka #oikawa tooru #kozume kenma #kise ryouta #bakugou katsuki

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ravenwingdark · 2 years

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MHA Laugh OVA Coda - Shoto actually laughs

Shoto was doubled over in unimaginable discomfort. No, it wasn’t pain, it didn’t hurt, per say, but it was hard to breathe, like his diaphragm was spasming uncontrollably. It made his stomach hurt and he had to fight not to make sound, biting his lip and suppressing the shudders and shakes. He couldn’t even get to his feet. When was the last time he couldn’t get up? He wasn’t even injured.

Pathetic.

All he could do was hold this stomach, lay his head on the ground and try to ride it out. He couldn’t see his ice, but he couldn’t hear Mr. Smiley anymore, so he had to assume that he’d gotten away–

“ICYHOT! What the–” He heard footsteps hurrying over to him, but he couldn’t even lift his head. “What the hell happened?”

“I–mm, n-not sure,” managed to choke out with the strange whimpers working up his body. He felt a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“Are you…did you get hit with his quirk?”

“Not s-sure what’s h-happening…” Shoto managed breathlessly between little chirps of sound. It felt like his lungs were going to pop. Shoto was beginning to be sure that this was going to be the end of him.

“Are you fucking me right now?” Bakugo asked incredulously. “You’re laughing. Trying to laugh. Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore repressed.”

“I–” Shoto’s cheeks blew out with the attempt to hold back and he shuddered silently for another moment.

“You don’t even know how to laugh. Jesus Christ, Half ‘n Half. The quirk lasts two hours, you can’t keep this up. You’re ganna bust a rib,” Bakugo said, slapping Shoto on the back.

And just like that, Shoto burst out laughing.

My other MHA fics on Ao3

#bnha ova #mha ova #my hero academia #mha #bnha #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #anime whump #todoroki whump #mha writing #todobaku friendship #todobaku

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bioplast-hero · 11 months

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bite my tongue

4k • teen • bkdk

Bakugou is fed up with Midoriya's self-sacrificing ways. He doesn't need that nerd's help— not at all, and especially not when Izuku always comes out more broken than he did the last time. What if he finally breaks what no one can fix?

part 1 of the push-pull bkdk series, and my first-ever mha fic... written approx 30 seconds after watching deku vs kacchan 2 because I was suddenly obsessed and haven't left since.

[Read the fic on AO3] or [Podfic version]

#bkdk #bakudeku #my fic #fic promo #bnha fic #bakugou x deku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku whump #bakugou feelings realization #podfic

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evilkat23 · 7 months

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#BHNA Whump Bang 2023 #Whump #Bnha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #iida tenya #Shinsou Hitoshi #Fanfiction #Ao3

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writersmorgue · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 29 - not allowed to die

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 840

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Inko can hear them.

Inko knows that they know she can hear them.

She takes in a deep breath, suppressing the urge to scream at the nurses.

He’s gone, it’s just cruel at this point.

The only thing that’s keeping him breathing is the machine…

She needs to let him go.

He’s taking the room from people who need it.

Standing, she pats her son’s bandaged hand before making her way swiftly to the door. She sticks her head outside and smiles at the nurses.

“Hello, would one of you darlings mind grabbing me a cup of coffee? I don’t have anyone to take a shift with Izuku in case he wakes, and I’m in desperate need of some energy.”

They have the decency to look guilty.

“Of course, Ms. Midoriya. Any add-ins?”

She shakes her head, leaving the door cracked, and walks back to her son.

Inko has no qualms about using her situation to shame the young women. Of course, they don’t understand what she’s going through.

Her only baby was attacked on his way to school by a nefarious villain. It was so cruel that her quirkless child was the victim. She wishes it had been Katsuki, he was always violent and good at fighting.

Izuku wasn’t breathing when they arrived at the hospital, but thanks to All Might he was transported just in time to be revived!

She’s sure one of these days her baby’s pretty green eyes will open and he’ll apologize for worrying her. He should be sorry! She works her butt off to give her son a happy life on her own, and if he were to go- well she would have nothing left!

Inko smiles to herself, but that won’t happen.

The door creaks open all the way and the flighty footsteps of Izuku’s main doctor approach behind her.

“Ms. Midoriya,” The man thrusts the cup gently into her space, and she takes it with a grateful smile. “I’d like to speak with you about your son’s… care plan.”

“Yes!” She glows, taking one of her son’s hands in her own, feeling his cold fingers. She listens to the soft hiss of his oxygen tube pumping air into his lungs. He'll have such a bad sore throat when he wakes up, poor thing.

“Well,” He starts, sitting down on the other side of Izuku’s bed, “Just that I think it would be in Izuku’s best interest to… let him go. I would suggest you bring in any family or friends to say-”

“To check on him, yes. I think I will invite some school friends. He has one boy he’s particularly fond of.”

“Ms. Midoriya-”

“Doctor.” She responds, smile dropping, “Need I remind you who is in charge of the final decisions here? I am his mother.”

He sighs, looking down at her son. She almost wants to demand he look away as if the simple gesture will harm her child.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll let the nurses know to expect visitors?” He asks, standing and walking to the door.

“Yes. Friends will do him good.” She agrees, taking a sip of her coffee.

It tastes like dust.

“Okay.”

Mitsuki and her son stop by the next day. Mitsuki brings a beautiful vase of Michaelmas Daisies. They brighten up the room significantly, and Katsuki spends his time sitting in the corner holding them.

He’s quieter than usual and doesn’t say hello to Izuku, but Inko figures that Katsuki wants to let him rest.

“Inko.”

She hums, letting Mitsuki know she’s paying attention as she brushes her fingers through Izuku’s hair.

Her friend huffs, taking Inko’s hands and pulling them away from the bed, “Inko, you should go home.”

Inko laughs airily, “If you’re offering to watch after Izuku, that’s very kind but I’d rather be here-”

“No Inko, you should go home, and you should let Izuku go.” She says seriously, squeezing Inko’s hands.

She frowns, eyes flicking to her door, “If that doctor told you something-”

“No,” Mitsuki shakes her head, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes look tired and red-rimmed. “Izuku isn’t going to wake up. It’s been three weeks, if he were going to wake up he would’ve when they resuscitated him and you know that. There’s no more damage to heal, he’s just gone.”

Inko scoffs, “None of you know my Izuku like I do, he’s strong. He’ll wake up within the week, I’m sure of it. He just needs a bit of time to sleep.”

Mitsuki drops her hands, clasping a hand on her mouth and looking over at Izuku.

She turns around suddenly and grabs Katsuki by the arm, “C’mon, we’re leaving. Put those down.”

Her son flounders but doesn’t argue, haphazardly sliding the vase onto the small desk in the corner.

The hospital is silent when they leave, and Inko turns back to her son, determined to stay at his side.

“Mom,” She hears distantly, Katsuki’s voice calmer than she’s heard it in years, “is he really…?”

“Yes baby, he’s gone.”

And Inko cries.

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minty-fics · 1 year

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Concerns and my own Confusion lol

BNHA / MHA / Hero Aca

Presyncope/Orthostatic Intolerance fic2 (actually was the first one I wrote, idk why I waited so long to post it so I'm just straight copying it from my notes app right now) Word count: 384 Gender Neutral reader insert (c/n) Unspecified (implied Bakugo) male friend Fluffish and kinda whump, not necessarily romantic mostly platonic but can def be read as romantic

Summary: After class c/n and a friend (implied Bakugo) are getting ready to leave to go to lunch when c/n has a brief orthostatic intolerance ep and takes a moment to recover which worries their friend who wants to understand and is generally concerned (in a standoffish way).

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"Hey nerd, are you ready to go or not, class is over." In response to the question the 'nerd' turned their face to lock eyes with the rude classmate glowering at him before cracking into a friendly smile and nodding their head. Eagerly they swept the items from their desk into their bag and zipped it up. He simply watched as they pushed their seat out like normal and stood up. In practically the same motion as them standing up their hands violently landed onto their desk and chair. Their right hand whiteknuckled-clutching the back of the chair, yet they actually leaned much more onto the hand that fell flat against the desk. They almost looked shaking, no more like the slightest sway, almost as if a small wind could knock them over. -But it's barely been a second since they were so eager to get out of the classroom… Suddenly their eyes somewhat widened as they stared directly in one direction, right at, nothing?

"Uh, are you just gonna stand there?" He slowly inquired, mostly confused by the actions of his friend. "Yeah. Just one moment"

what does that mean? They're being so weird

"... and my visions back! Alright we can go." Although they've now turned their face back to face him and smiled, their hands were still in the same spot against the chair and desk as it still seemed to actively hold them up. "Um, would you mind grabbing my bag for me, just picking it up?" "You're right there, can't you do it yourself?" The words were practically scoffed out. "I'd rather… not lean down right now. Would you please?" They asked widening their eyes and pouting a lip in a joking manner while still wanting the help, and about at the same time they finally stopped leaning fully against that stupid desk. "Fine," he walked over, "but you have to tell me what just happened. Why you won't just grab this yourself." Pushing the bag into their arms as he says this. They smile at each other and his friend mutters a thanks before starting to walk. "I'll explain my symptoms as we walk, especially since one of things that helps it the most is actually eating. Including salty food, I hope LunchRush has something nice and salty prepared!"

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