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tigerlilla · 1 year

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sparks

a bakugo x reader fic

chapter 4! the grand finale!

ch 3 /// chapter list

cw: mentioned nightmares, death, gore, fire, gunshot wound, blood, grief (nothing too graphic, but pls be aware <3 )

you woke up warm, eyelids squinting closed to block out the sun streaming through the thin curtains. you could feel bakugo’s breath on your neck, his bent arm tucked under your head, the other strewn over your waist.

you shifted slightly, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

bakugo grunted behind you, his chest against your back.

“sorry,” you whispered, “did i wake you?”

he didn’t reply.

you rolled around slowly, moving as gently as you could.

bakugo’s eyes were closed, face uncharacteristically calm.

you smiled. he looked boyish this way, although he really was barely more than a boy at 20. you examined his face in a way you never had before, taking mental notes of all the small things; the scar right by his hairline, the puff of his lips, the circle shaped scar next to his left eye, the crook in his nose, the way he-

“morning, creep,” his red eyes shot open.

you pushed back slightly, only pushing yourself into his arm behind your back. “i’m writing an article about how weird you look when you sleep.”

bakugo smirked, "i don't think you've fully thought that out, sparks. that article would definetly be more damming than our banquet picture."

you flushed, "you're just mad i know you snore."

"i don't snore," bakugo frowned.

you laughed, "you totally do! it sounds like," you grunted, then snorted, then blew air out your nose while grunting. "that's what you sound like!" you laughed at his expression. "i'm serious!”

“at least my eyes aren’t all crusty,” bakugo replied, pouting like a baby.

you wiped at your eyes, “because i went to sleep all teary and sad.”

“i-“

“bakugo,” the door slowly opened, “do-“

“no!” bakugo yelled. “don’t come in. i’m…”

kaminari laughed from the other side of the door, barely cracked open. “dude we caught him masturbating.”

bakugo put his hand over your mouth, predicting your giggles before you could.

“oi! fuck off!” bakugo yelled.

“shut up, denki,” kirishima chided. “we were just going to ask if you wanted to work out and then get smoothies with us.”

“oh, uh, not today. uh,” bakugo choked out.

“you okay, bro? you’re acting weird. you’re always up super early,” kirishima said, concern in his voice.

“i’m fine,” bakugo replied. “my mission…wore me out.”

“oh, yeah, okay,” kirishima said. “rest up, dude.” he closed the door.

bakugo slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, no longer muffling your laughter.

you sat up, tucking your knees against your chest, “i think my new article should be about you being walked in on while jerking off. can you imagine the red riot x dynamight fanfics?”

bakugo ran a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears bright red, “jesus christ.”

“kiri was right, though,” you stand up from the bed. “you gotta get up. i’ll make you my special morning tea.”

bakugo groaned, “i hate tea.”

“too bad,” you winked at him, quietly slipping out his bedroom door. you made your way to the kitchen, putting on a kettle.

bakugo slid onto a barstool.

you leaned across the kitchen bar, “hi, katsuki. how was your morning?”

he met your smile with a nasty smirk, “terrible. you?”

“god awful,” you sighed. “maybe the afternoon will be better.”

“doubt it.”

you’re convinced bakugo’s wicked grin could charm even the purest of hearts.

———

“oh, look, it’s me,” you were sitting next to bakugo, peering at his phone. it showed a video of you climbing the gym rock wall, smiling down from the top at bakugo holding the phone. in the past week, you’d been getting better and better each gym night with bakugo. “stalker.”

“it’s on your story, dumbass,” he growled, tapping over to the next video.

“is that deku?” you frowned, “i had to keep re-following you for like four times before you followed me back but HE gets a follow back?”

bakugo rolled his eyes. you’re not sure how many times someone can roll their eyes with ripping a nerve or a muscle.

“you’re never allowed to complain about your mortal enemy again,” you sighed dramatically, flipping the page in your book.

“hey,” jiro strolled into the living room, eyeing you on the couch with katsuki. “are you matching on purpose? oh my god, barf, i’m leaving.”

you frowned, looking over at bakugo. she was right. you wore a black tank top and dark grey jeans while bakugo was in a black tank top and black cargos. “aww,” you cooed, “we are matching.”

“shut up,” bakugo grumbled, not taking his attention off the news program covering his fight from last night.

you rolled your eyes. “you’re such an ass-“

“shh!” bakugo silenced you.

you narrowed your eyes, grabbing the pillow behind you. you smacked the fluffy pillow into the side of bakugo’s face, laughing loud enough to ruin the element of surprise.

bakugo ripped the pillow out of your hand, snarling at you. you fell back against the couch laughing, holding your hands up to protect your face. “you deserve this one, sparks.” he smacked you with the pillow, getting a good squeal out of you.

the two of you wrestled for control of the pillow, elbowing and insulting each other. you shoved hard, knocking bakugo onto his back on the floor. you sat on his chest, holding the pillow threateningly above his head while laughing.

bakugo smirked, easily rolling around and pinning your hands to the ground, him now on top of you. you squealed and pushed but he wouldn’t budge.

momo walked into the living room, catching you on the ground, “why are you screaming? are you- oh, oh my god. oh.” she threw her hands over her eyes, slowly backing out of the room.

you bursted into laughter, bakugo’s face as red as his eyes. when you finally quieted down, you found bakugo staring at you. “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

he grinned at you, still on top, “you have indentions on your face from the pillow.” bakugo gently dragged his finger over your cheek.

you felt yourself redden under his touch. “because you hit me hard! now get off, you brute.”

——————

kitty kats: i got ur sweater, do u want me to bring it to u

you: nah, im about ready to pack up. thank u!

kitty kats: why did i come home to grab it if you don’t need it

you: i didn’t say u had to get it, you volunteered urself

kitty kats: cause u wouldn’t shut up about being cold

you: u just wanted to go into my room to look through my underwear drawer

bakugo typed and deleted his message multiple times, the three dots popping up on your screen.

you laughed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the tiny newspaper room. “oops, sorry everyone. my bad.” you quietly grabbed your bag and left, walking across campus back to the dorms.

you checked your phone again, still no reply from bakugo. you smiled. someone called your name, drawing your attention away from your phone.

a girl maybe a year or two younger than you jogged over to your side, “i read your article about burnout in heroes in this week’s newspaper. it was super interesting.”

it was actually incredibly boring. poor girl was lying to you. “thanks,” you replied. you were literally three minutes from your dorm.

she didn’t get the hint. “i like your blog posts better, though.”

you forced a smile, “ua doesn’t like what i post on my blog. that’s why i keep it on my blog.”

her face seemed familiar, really familiar. “yeah, i bet. you haven’t posted about dynamight for awhile. you got a lot of criticism for bashing him. i hope that’s not why you haven’t posted.”

this was getting weird. “actually-“

“do you know where he is right now?” she asked.

“no-i’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“minako,” the girl smiled. you’d seen that smile before.

“i recognize you from somewhere. have we met?” your brow creased.

minako smiled, this one more cruel. “maybe you’d know me better as him.” her face slowly shifted, her body changing soon after. your eyes widened and you took a step back. she was the creepy old man from the hero banquet. her nose and eyes were the same, but she was him. you tried to take another step, but she was quicker, pulling you to her, something clicking before poking into your side. “or maybe her.” she shifted again; this time into the girl who sat in the seat next to you when the fire alarms went off, a girl in the group at the gym, they were all her.

you pulled away, her grip tight on your arm. she shoved the cool metal deeper into your ribs. you looked down at the shine of the gun.

she laughed at your paled face. “good. you remember me. i’ve been working on this for a very long time. the fire alarms were my first plan. i was going to go for the red head, but then i saw you, and you were too good to pass up. the banquet was next, but it was too busy and crowded. and the at the gym, i was just spying on you,” she sighed. “i didn’t mean to do this today, but it just fell into place.”

you frantically searched the grassy field separating the school from the dorms. shit. no one was walking close enough to notice something was off.

“i wonder if he’ll remember,” she said a bit louder, digging the gun deeper into your ribs. “maybe once i remind him of what he did to me, he’ll remember.”

“i-i don’t know who you’re-“

“your pain will be what reminds him,” she whispered, running her finger down your cheek. “he will watch you die like i watched my brother die.”

your lips trembled, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

she yanked your chin to face her, “i really am sorry to drag you into this, but you are the one he cherishes. don’t worry, you will not burn like hiko. i am not that cruel.”

your mind was trying to keep up, racing to piece together what she was saying. her brother, hiko? burning? who was the other person she was talking about? the red head, kirishima maybe? you heard your name called from across the field and everything clicked. fuck. fuck. fuck.

minako laughed, “everything really has fallen into place today.”

“didn’t know you had friends, sparks,” bakugo smirked, jogging over to you. to him, you and minako must have looked like friends huddled together, whispering gossip and trading secrets. “i was bringing you your sweater ‘cause it’s about to rain.”

you were facing him, your eyes wide. minako was standing partly in front of you, her body turned mostly away from bakugo, hiding the gun pushed against your stomach.

his smirk disappeared at the fear written so clearly on your face. “what’s wrong?”

“hello, dynamight.” minako turned, revealing the gun poking into your side. she clicked the safety off, smiling at bakugo. “take another step and i’ll shoot.”

bakugo growled, sparks flying out of his palms. you sent him a look, begging him to not rush into it, for him to think. but he wasn’t the bakugo who had rushed into any fight years ago. he had learned the price of his impatience; minako’s brother had taught him that.

“do you remember me, dynamight?” she purred.

bakugo was silent, eyes flickering over your body, making sure you weren’t hurt.

minako clucked her tongue, shoving the barrel of the gun deeper into your side, earning a grunt of pain from you. “i hoped that you would be different. i hoped you would fall on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. that wouldn’t have changed anything, of course.

“alas, i didn’t expect it. i was hopeful, but not optimistic,” she sighed. “but, i am not the face i want you to remember. he is,” she shifted her face into the boy who haunted bakugo. she quickly shifted back.

bakugo had gone pale, sparks fizzing out in his palms.

“you do remember,” she smiled wickedly. “do you remember carrying my thrashing body while i begged you to put me down and get takehiko? do you remember setting me down on the concrete and yelling at me to shut up? do you remember how my brother’s body burned while you watched?”

you softly whimpered, her nails biting into your arm with every question she asked. she had begun to draw blood with her iron grip.

“do you remember how it smelled? do you remember the taste of my brother’s burning flesh in the air? do you remember, dynamight, how you murdered my brother?”

“i remember,” bakugo said softly. “takehiko-”

“don’t you dare say his name!” she screeched, yanking the gun from your ribs to your temple. the metal was cool against your skin, it was almost relieving.

“this was all you!” she yelled. “everything is your fault! why do you get to live on while i lost my brother? why should you get to be happy when he’s dead?” she took a few breaths. “everytime i see your face on tv, i am reminded of the brother you killed, of the life with him i lost. you don’t seem to care. how is it fair that he is dead and you are not?”

your body felt like it had been cleaved in two. minako was right. it wasn’t fair. nothing was fair. bakugo had been 18, barely more than a child. he’d been 15 the first time he’d seen someone die, someone he could have saved. how was that fair? how was it fair to place so much on children? on babies who had grown up idolizing and worshiping heroes who abandoned them when they needed help? heroes who had relied on children to help them fight their battles? how was anything fair?

bakugo’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “you shouldn’t have brought her into this. she did nothing.”

“he did nothing,” she screamed. “it should have been me! i should have died!”

it had begun to rain. slow drops fell on your skin, mixing with the blood on your arm where minako held you. you looked at bakugo, his eyes meeting yours. you pleaded with him silently.

“i want you to suffer, bakugo katsuki,” minako whispered, tears running down her beautiful face. “i want you to watch as i kill someone you love. i want you to watch her die.” her confidence and smile were gone, replaced by a ghost of a girl. she was scared, her hands shaking, tears slipping down her cheeks.

bakugo slowly stood, stepping towards you and minako.

“don’t!” she shrieked, her hands shook, the gun pulled slightly away from your head.

“minako,” bakugo whispered. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

minako was fully focused on bakugo’s face, the pain and sorrow so evident in his eyes. she didn’t notice the twitch of his fingers. three.

“i dream of your brother,” bakugo whispered, inching another step closer. two. you slid one of your feet back, just barely. “the way he yelled for his sister, the way i failed him. i will never forgive myself.” his finger pointed downwards. one.

you yanked your arm out of her grip, stepping backwards while bakugo surged forward. he held out a hand, going to grab the gun barrel. he wouldn’t use his quirk, you knew he couldn’t risk injuring minako with an explosion after what his quirk did to her brother.

minako shifted the gun from you to bakugo in a spilt second, not hesitating pulling the trigger.

you screamed as the bullet ripped through bakugo’s neck.

a flash of red ran past you, tackling minako to the ground. you didn’t know where red riot came from and you didn’t really care.

you crawled to bakugo’s side, immediately putting your hand on his neck. “katsuki?” you looked at his pale face, eyelids fluttering lightly. “katsuki, open your eyes.”

he did, soft red eyes looking up at you. you pulled his head into your lap, keeping your hand on his neck, trying to ignore the blood seeping through your fingers. “i’m going to be fine, sparks,” he said, his voice quiet and broken.

“i know, kats,” you whispered, running a hand through his messy hair. “you’re going to be just fine. you’re fine. it’s okay. you’re okay.” you kept repeating it more for yourself. you grabbed your dropped sweater off the ground, pressing it to his neck.

“stop crying,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed, “you’re getting me all wet.”

you laughed quietly, wiping your tears off his skin. “i’m sorry. i’ll stop crying when you open your eyes, okay? so open them back up.”

“mkay, i just need to rest for a bit,” he mumbled so softly you had to strain to hear.

you heard kirishima shouting. a medic came over and slid katsuki off your lap, placing a thick wad of gauze over his neck and saying something into her radio.

all might was there. touching him. touching katsuki. you hissed, slapping his hand away from bakugo’s face. all might looked at you with disgust.

“don’t touch him,” you growled. “this is your fault. you sent him to that mission. you sent an explosion quirk to a gas and oil spill. you sent him knowing there were two young hostages. how could you have not known what would happen?” you dug your finger into his chest. “i will hate you for the rest of my life for what you did to him, the pain and grief you caused him. and what you did to that girl. to her brother. a child died because of your negligence to train your hero. takehiko’s death is as much on you as it is on katsuki.”

all might tried to say something but you spat at the ground near his feet.

“and i hope you rot in your own guilt for letting the media attack him like that, when it was you who sent him unprepared and misinformed. you did nothing to protect him. this is on you.”

you almost spun around to leave, but remembered something minako had said. “the fire alarm was minako’s doing. she set off the system trying to get to him. she’s been doing this for months. another failure from this school and this shitty society. i expect you’ll look into this and update me when you are positive a situation like this will never happen again.”

you stomped off, heading towards the ambulance they were loading bakugo into, leaving a sputtering all might in your wake.

the medics let you ride in the ambulance, holding bakugo’s hand and asking them questions about his condition. he would be fine. he was going to be okay.

…

bakugo woke to a ridiculous pain in his neck. he tilted his head with a gasp, immediately regretting it. he blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark night, and looked around the hospital room, only with his eyes, he couldn’t stand turning his neck. bakugo reached up and gently touched the pack of gauze bandaged to his neck. the steady, repetitive he pieced together everything that happened, mahiko, the gun going off, his neck.

he sat up just a bit, smiling at you in the chair pulled up next to his hospital bed, your head on the bed next to his legs, your hand holding his. his parents were asleep on the couch in the corner. how long had he been out?

bakugo leaned back, squeezing your hand before he started rubbing circles with his thumb.

you sat up suddenly, staring wide eyed at him with bloodshot eyes, “katsuki?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“hey, sparks,” he replied, doing his best to smile at you. you threw your arms around him, careful to not bother his neck as you hugged him. “you told me you wouldn’t cry if i opened my eyes,” he grumbled, feeling your tears on his stomach through his thin hospital gown.

you sat back up, wiping your face, “sorry, i’m sorry. i’ll wake up your parents.”

“no, don’t,” bakugo grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “they can wait until morning - what’s this?” he rubbed a finger over the bandages wrapped around your forearm. “and why is there blood on your clothes?” he sat up, ignoring the pain flaring in his neck, as he looked you over, reaching for the blood on your jeans.

“stop it,” you shushed him, gently pushing him back into the pillows. “i’m fine. and that’s your blood, kats. i didn’t want to leave you to go home and change.”

“that’s stupid,” he frowned.

“sorry i care about you,” you quipped, narrowing your eyes.

bakugo grumbled under his breath, but let it go, tangling his fingers with yours.

“do you want me to call the nurse? she can give you pain meds and explain everything. the doctor told me but i wasn’t really listening; something about your carotid artery and blood loss and i didn’t really care because you were laying right there and i couldn’t take my eyes off your face.” you stood up, already reaching for the button, only slightly embarrassed by your rambling.

“come ‘ere,” bakugo grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the hospital bed beside him.

you wanted to scold him for straining his stitches, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. not when you were curled against his chest, smelling his familiar smoky scent.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

“what for?” you asked, your eyelids already feeling very heavy.

“what if she shot you? what if she killed you?” his voice broke, “i’m so sorry.”

you propped yourself up on an elbow, meeting his red eyes. “look, i’m right here, alive and well.” you grabbed his hand. “i’m fine, katsuki.”

he cupped your face in his hand, the pulse monitor on his finger catching in your hair. he murmured your name, saying it like a prayer.

you tried to sit still as he traced your cupid’s bow with his thumb.

“how could i live without you,” bakugo whispered, his eyes back on the bandages on your arm. “i’m never letting you go.”

“katsuki,” you murmured, terrified about what was about to come out of your mouth. “i told your mom we were friends. is this what friends do?”

he was quiet, fingers warm on your skin. “i don’t want to be friends, i want...”

bakugo moved his hand behind your neck, pulling you into him. your lips met his and it was soft and gentle and nothing like bakugo but everything like katsuki.

because every thing you had ever written about the hero was completely untrue of katsuki. katsuki who couldn’t sleep because of guilt, katsuki who knew how you liked your tea, katsuki who brought you your sweater because he didn’t want you walking home in the rain.

that was the man you kissed, his lips terribly chapped. and when you pulled away, he looked at you with such wonder and love in his eyes.

“i want you,” you finished his sentence for him. katsuki leaned to kiss you again, but you stopped him. “the doctors will kill me if you rip open your stitches.” you kissed his cheek. “you can kiss me all you want when you’re healed.”

he grumbled softly but wrapped his arm around you, pulling your head into the uninjured crook of his neck.

you smiled into his skin. bakugo katsuki. my, how wrong you’d been about everything.

——————

you reached for the bread basket, kaminari swiping it before you could get your hands on it.

“oi!” bakugo barked, “don’t be rude.” he ripped the basket from kaminari’s grip, holding it in front of you.

“thank you, kats,” you smiled, pecking him on the cheek. everyone at the table groaned. you narrowed your eyes at his hero class, “this is bakugo’s return-to-hero-work-celebratory dinner. i will kiss my boyfriend if i please.”

“you’re going to be more than kissing tonight,” kaminari giggled.

you shut him up with a look, placing an hand on bakugo’s arm to keep him biting kaminari’s head off.

“we’re glad you back, kacchan,” deku said.

again, you squeezed bakugo’s hand to calm him.

“me too,” he replied, surprising cool with the nickname.

“me three,” you smiled. “my blog has lost followers. i think me shit talking you was the only thing that kept people interested.”

bakugo grinned at you; it was your favorite smile of his, ridiculously wicked and promising violence.

“i’m also glad,” kirishima added. “i’m sorry i could get there sooner, man. i still feel awful about it. i’m glad she’s locked up.”

you cleared your throat, eyeing bakugo. “actually, katsuki and i have talked to aizawa about getting her transferred to a facility for people with mental illness instead of keeping her in that awful jail.”

momo smiled at you, “i think that’s lovely.” shoto nodded in agreement.

“at least your scar looks cool,” sero said.

“best part of being millimeters away from bleeding out,” bakugo grunted, picking at the broccoli on his plate.

he had protested the dinner, your idea, complaining about how annoying everyone was, but you knew deep down in his rotten heart he loved the class he grew up with.

though he grunted and scoffed his way through dinner, you caught him sneaking smiles at you and laughing at the stupid things kaminari said.

and no one else would ever believe you, but you swore you even saw him smile at deku.

…

you plopped down on the couch next to bakugo, resting your head on his shoulder. “the dishes are finally done,” you sighed.

he kissed the top of your head, “i’m sorry. you should have let me and momo help you.”

“you have a big day tomorrow,” you wrapped your arms around him, relishing in his warm body. “i didn’t want to make you work tonight.”

“i’m just returning to hero work, babe,” he sighed, keeping his eyes on the news playing on the tv.

“i know, but…” you brushed your fingers against the not-quite-healed scar on his neck.

he understood what you left unsaid. “i’ll be fine,” bakugo reassured you. “i’m just patrolling tomorrow. no big missions, mkay?”

“good,” you squeezed him tighter. you were exhausted.

“thank you for tonight,” bakugo said softly.

you smiled, “you’re welcome, katsuki.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “i’m glad my room flooded and i ended up here.”

he could tell you were slowly drifting off to sleep. bakugo laid a blanket on your lap, his arms wrapped around you. “you’re the only good thing this goddamn couch has given me, sparks.”

you smiled, “i’m glad i’m better than chronic back pain, katsuki.”

“you’re better than everything.” bakugo let you fall asleep on him, watching you with love in his eyes. since the first night on this couch, the first time you fell asleep next to him, he’d been waiting. waiting for you.

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class1akids · 1 year

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Endgame tracker

Panel-time distribution (Ch 343-381) - Top 10

Shigaraki (244) - 196 as ShigAFO, 13 as Tenko and 35 as Tomura

Deku (187)

AFO (168) - 118 as nutsack-face and 50 as Prime AFO

Dabi (124)

Bakugou (96) + (25) of just his body

Hawks (96)

Shouto (94) and Endeavor (94)

Mirio (76)

Spinner (66) and Shoji (66)

Best Jeanist (66)

Some interesting details - the Business Class student with 15 panels had more panel time than: Mina, Momo, Mineta, Sero, Ojirou, Satou and Hagakure from Class A.

For comparison, the overall panel count (until ch 342) in the manga is as follows:

Izuku Midoriya 5861

Katsuki Bakugo 1976

All Might 1703

Shoto Todoroki 1672

Ochako Uraraka 1346

Tomura Shigaraki 1318

Tenya Ida 1221

Shota Aizawa 1091

Endeavor 1019

Eijiro Kirishima 1025

Denki Kaminari 665

Momo Yaoyorozu 641

Tsuyu Asui 627

Fumikage Tokoyami 608

Only the bolded characters are on both lists.

#fun with numbers #endgame panel time #panel count #bnha

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zazter-den · 8 months

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BNHA Masterlist

Permission to translate my works- as long as you're 18+ and toss $5 my way for a cup of coffee

Common Scents ☽ (Bakugou, Izuku, TBD). a Freeuse/Hybrid AU Series.

Stained Glass Circumstances ☽ (Kirishima, Bakugou). an affair between the barbaric king's consort and Captain Kirishima of the Guard, Fantasy AU Series: Snippet 1, Snippet 2 , Ch.1 Foul-Mouthed Frit

Oneshots

Twisted Reverence ☽ (Izuku). You were so caught up in avoiding the Bakugous and Endeavors of the world, that you forgot that dangerous men can sometimes be soft.

Tripp-ed Up (Sero). Denki tried to warn you about dresses with zippers that go all the way down, luckily Sero knows how to warm you up- If you'd let him.

1:1 (Kirishima). You try to get a headstart on Gym Day with Kiri with mixed results.

Angry (Kirishima). Your gentle giant thinks the world of you, anger and all. Chronically Chill (Sero and Denki). Sometimes life gets in the way of holiday plans, but your boyfriends always know how to roll with the punches.

Drabbles/Headcanons (All aged up, obviously)

Can't Have Red Without Bleach, Kirishima has to get his ruby hue somehow.

Precious Pearls, Mina says diving for pearls will get you both extra cash- technically she wasn't wrong.

"Damnsel-in-Distress", Bakugou likes to see your feral side every once in awhile. Groomzilla, Bakugou has only one request when it comes to your wedding, but it's nonnegotiable.

Second Best-In-Show, Just 2 runner-ups at the convention bar (Sero and Kaminari).

#zaz lists #minors dni

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azzo0 · 9 months

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Lost

The following chapter is a snippet from Always

Summary: Bakugo loses to the new girl with a quirk like his own.

Yoshiko followed the girls outside the ground beta after they changed into their hero costumes. Yoshiko looked around her in awe. U.A. had so much more to offer compared to Isamu. She felt foolish to let herself fail last year. Not that it mattered anymore. She was here now.

"Hey, Akimitsu, what is that sunglasses thingy for?" Mina asked, walking beside her. Yoshiko snapped out of her awe-struck daze and looked at the pink girl.

"It's to protect my eyes from my explosions and smoke. I like to call it protective glasses...." Yoshiko explained. Her glasses were lifted to her head right now. She put it on when she was using her quirk.

"I like your costume!" Ochaco exclaimed.

"Thanks." Yoshiko smiled at the brunette. "I like all of your costumes too."

"It's nice to have another girl in the class," Yaoyorozu said. The girls hummed in agreement. Yoshiko looked at her costume. This girl was bold. There was no way Yoshiko could walk around with her boobs almost spilling out. But considering Momo's quirk, it had to be that way.

"That's ground Beta," Mina said as they stood outside the shut gates where the boys were already standing. Ground Beta was like a replica of a small city. Shops, tall buildings, houses, malls.

"That's fuckin' huge." Yoshiko gasped.

"It is," Mina replied. "Did you have similar training grounds in Isamu?"

"We had a lot of training grounds, but nothing this realistic," Yoshiko replied.

Yoshiko ran her eyes over the class again, recalling their names as she did. Her eyes locked with a pair of heterochromatic eyes for a second before they shifted to the angry ash-blonde who was busy shouting at Kaminari Denki. She felt bad for the poor boy who seemed to always be in the wrath of the Pomeranians yelling. She smiled and waved at Shinsou, who rolled his eyes at her. Finally, Aizawa walked in front of the class, clearing his throat to gain the attention of his students.

"This is like most of your regular heroes' versus villains training," Aizawa said, pushing his hair out of his face. "But with a twist. If you manage to tie this ribbon on your opponent, the person you tied it on can't move until their teammate comes and takes it off them. If you manage to put the ribbon on both of your opponents, you win. Simple."

"It's like freeze tag!" Kirishima exclaimed. Yoshiko had to force herself to look away from his costume.

"Sort off," Aizawa said. "We'll be drawing lots to determine the teams."

The teams were decided. Yoshiko was in team C, the villain team with Jirou Kyouka. The plum hair stood with Yoshiko, giving her a fist bump, which Yoshiko happily returned. Lots were drawn again to see which team would go against which. Team C was against Team F.

"Who's in team F?" Yoshiko asked Jirou.

"Bakugo and Shinsou," Jirou said. Yoshiko rejoiced because she got to go against her best friend, and they hadn't sparred in ages. Her second reason to rejoice was because she could beat the shit out of Bakugo for a valid reason. Yoshiko skipped over to Shinsou and grinned at the purple head.

"We finally get to go against each other."

"Dont expect me to go easy on you just because we're friends." Shinsou rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"I know, sleepy head," Yoshiko said sarcastically. Shinsou swung an arm around her shoulders and gave her a noogie, which the class watched with amusement.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you, bitch." She heard a familiar voice from behind her. She turned around to see Bakugo scowling, burning holes into her with fierce crimson eyes.

"I'd love to see you try." Yoshiko made a face of disgust and walked back to Jirou.

The first match was team A against team I, which was Midoriya and Iida against Sato and Shoji. The rest of the class stood in the monitor room, watching the match. Yoshiko's jaw dropped when she saw Midoriya in action. He was unbeatable with all his quirks. The blush on Uraraka's cheeks didnt go unnoticed by Yoshiko. She noticed how close the two were when they played with Bear last night. She assumed they were a couple. They did look sweet together. Like two teddy bears.

Yoshiko saw Shinsou and Bakugo strategizing. A scowl was set on Bakugo's face, which Yoshiko assumed was permanent. Her best friend just listened to him, adding something of his own, which Yoshiko couldn't hear.

"Hey, Jirou," Yoshiko said, gaining Jirou's attention from the screen. "Our match is after this one. We should strategize too."

"Yeah, we should." Jirou nodded. The two girls walked outside the monitor room and sat on the steps.

"You have seen Shinsou in action, right?" Yoshiko asked the plum-haired girl.

"Yeah, a few times. But I've never gone against him."

"Okay. We'll have to be careful when we communicate." Yoshiko said, playing with the shite capture ribbon. "Because of the new support item, he uses. He can mimic anyone's voice."

"Well then, we should capture him first," Jirou said, twirling her earphone jacks around her finger.

"Yes. Your quirk helps you listen to sound and vibrations from far off, right?" Jirou nodded. "Okay, cool. We'll use your quirk to search for them and attack first. Then we capture Shinsou, which is going to be difficult because he might capture us before we get him. He's been training with Aizawa sensei."

"What about Bakugo?" Jirou asked. "His quirk is troublesome too."

"I can handle explosions." Yoshiko grinned.

"The thing is... knowing Bakugo, he'll want to attack first, too."

"Then it's just a race to see who attacks first. And we'll find them first because of your search abilities."

"Sounds good." Jirou gave Yoshiko a smile.

Jirou handed Yoshiko a noise-cancelling headset. "So you dont go deaf when I use my quirk."

Yoshiko took two grenades from her utility belt and gave them to Jirou, which she took with a confused look.

"They have my light inside," Yoshiko explained. "They explode on impact."

"Oh. It is similar to Bakugo's grenades. He stores his sweat inside."

"He uses them too?!" Yoshiko yelled.

"Yeah."

Yoshiko clicked her tongue and looked away. Everything about Bakugo seemed to annoy the fuck out of her.

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The girls stood outside the gates, waiting for the gates to open so they could go inside. Yoshiko let her protective glasses drop to her eyes.

"Team C VS. Team F." Said a robot in the commentary. "Start!"

Yoshiko and Jirou ran inside and came to a skidding halt as Jirou inserted her headphone jacks into the ground and listened, closing her eyes. "They are straight ahead of us and are approaching fast!"

"Let's hide in one of these buildings!" Yoshiko exclaimed. "This way, we can attack them when they're looking for us."

"Alright!"

Yoshiko and Jirou entered one of the buildings and remained there as Jirou listened for sounds, crouching down. Yoshiko kept glancing outside the window.

"They're here!" Jirou exclaimed in a hushed tone. Yoshiko looked outside the window again to find the two boys looking around. Shinsou had his hands around his wrapping cloth, and little explosions popped from Bakugo's palms as he looked around with a frown.

The girls ran out of the building. The boys still had their backs to them. Jirou plugged her earphone jacks into the sound amplifier in her forearms and sent out a powerful sound attack aimed at Shinsou. Shinsou covered his ears and winced. Bakugo flew to the sky with his explosions and went after Yoshiko.

"Sorry big boy, I'm saving you for last!" Yoshiko exclaimed and dodged Bakugo's explosion.

"Fight me with your explosions!" Bakugo yelled. So Shinsou told him about my quirk? Well, they are in a team, so it was expected.

Shinsou had captured Jirou in his wrapping cloth and was in the middle of pulling her towards him. With Bakugo in the tail, Yoshiko flew to Jirou and threw an explosion at Shinsou, making him loosen the wrapping cloth. He wrapped it around Yoshiko's waist. Yoshiko tugged on it and pulled Shinsou towards her. In that instant, Bakugo grabbed Jirou and tied the capture ribbon on her forearm.

"Jirou!" Yoshiko yelled. Jirou mouthed a sorry. Bakugo flew off with Jirou and put her on top of a building so Yoshiko couldn't easily get to her. Yoshiko returned her attention to Shinsou and growled. She grabbed his face and punched his gut, followed by an explosion that sent Shinsou flying into a wall.

"Yoshiko!" Jirou exclaimed. Yoshiko was going to reply when she stopped. Jirou and Yoshiko wasn't on first-name bases. It was Shinsou's trick. Nice try, Toshi.

Bakugo threw an explosion at her, which she dodged with ease. "Fight me!" He roared. Yoshiko ignored him and flew to Shinsou, throwing another explosion at him. Shinsou remained on the ground, panting heavily. Shinsou's hands went to the wrapping cloth on his neck again, but she caught his wrists and heated her palms, making him wince in pain. She skillfully tied the ribbon around his leg.

"No use struggling, Toshi." She said.

Bakugo sent an explosion towards her, and she dodged, rolling away with Shinsou. With a grunt, she threw her tall purple friend over her shoulder.

"You're so short." Shinsou snorted. "Your legs might break."

"Oh, shut it. You lost to this short person." Bakugo came after her again, and she flew off far away. Shinso gripped her back to keep himself from falling. She broke the glass of a window and set a tired-of-life Shinsou down.

"Beat his ass, I guess," Shinsou said. "I'll go to sleep."

Yoshiko looked out of the window. She spotted Bakugo flying with the help of his explosions, looking for her. She wanted to remove the ribbon from Jirou first, so she could move too. But If Yoshiko flew to Jirou, she'd make noise with her explosions, which would gain Bakugo's attention. Yoshiko took the elevator to the ground floor and ran to the building where Bakugo had put Jirou. She stopped to take a breather and ran again when she heard Bakugo yell in the distance. Yoshiko took the elevator to the last floor and found Jirou looking down with a pout.

"Hey, Jirou!" Yoshiko exclaimed, running over to her.

"Akimitsu! What are you doing here? Did you capture Shinsou?!" Jirou asked as Yoshiko removed the ribbon from her arm.

"I did," Yoshiko replied. "We're after Bakugo now."

"You could beat him without me," Jirou mumbled.

"Nope. We're winning this together." Yoshiko grinned wide.

"I'm not good against that powerhouse, though." Jirou groaned.

"Oh yes, you are. I'll take on Bakugo. You come in for a surprise attack when I ask you to. Is that okay?"

"Sounds good. I'll be hiding somewhere near you guys." Jirou said and took the elevator. Yoshiko jumped off the building and flew to the ash blonde, who was standing on the road with a scowl, still looking for her. She landed next to him.

"Finally decided to stop running away?" Bakugo growled, sporting a smirk.

"Sorry, Bakugo, I tend to save the best bit for the last," Yoshiko replied.

Yoshiko attacked first, throwing a powerful explosion at him. Bakugo cancelled out the effect with his own explosions. He charged at her with a roar, but she dodged by flying behind him. Yoshiko formed a gun with her hand and shot out fast beams of explosions around Bakugo, making it look like gunshots. This was one of her ultimate moves, minigun. If she actually hit Bakugo with it, he could die, so she just destroyed the road around him, trapping him in a circle.

"Lame ass move!" Bakugo yelled. He flew to the sky and hit her with his own ultimate move. AP shot auto canon, a move in which he concentrated all his explosions to one point. Yoshiko skillfully dodged his attacks, scowling. Bakugo seemed to already have another version of each of Yoshiko's moves.

"I thought you were going to be some hot shit with your explosions." Bakugo landed in front of her. "But you're trash! I'm ending this."

Bakugo propelled himself in a circular motion with his explosions, getting ready to hit Yoshiko with his ultimate move, howitzer impact. Yoshiko, however, had other plans. She had been throwing her grenades around in random places while fighting him. Yoshiko kneeled down and put one hand behind her and one hand in front of her. With the front hand, she created extremely big and powerful explosions, an ultimate move she called a supernova. The explosion triggered her grenades, which also exploded, creating an intense blast wave immense amount of heat and light. With the hand behind her, she kept making small explosions, so that she could avoid the recoil of her own explosion. Yoshiko's muscles ached, but she was sure to win with this finishing blow.

The road broke to pieces and flew along with the wave of the explosion. She was a villain right now. She didnt care about the damage. That was Bakugo's and Shinsou's compartment to worry about, and Bakugo didn't seem to care about damage to the surroundings. Shinsou was locked up far away.

Once the smoke cleared, Yoshiko found Bakugo's back smashed into a wall, his mouth and nose bleeding. She spun the ribbon in her hand and walked to Bakugo with big strides.

"Is that hot shit?" Yoshiko smirked. "Or is your definition of hot shit something else?"

"I'm gonna fucking murder you!" Bakugo yelled in a hoarse voice. His face was covered in dust. He looked up at her with dangerous crimson eyes that matched the colour of his blood.

"Now, now, you're supposed to be playing the hero." Yoshiko wrapped the ribbon around his arm. She was going to tie it when Bakugo punched her glasses with full force. The glass broke and stabbed her cheek, causing her to wince in pain. She was lucky it didn't stab her eyes instead. In a second, he was straddling her. He took out a white ribbon from his pocket and almost tied it around her wrist.

"Jirou now!" Yoshiko screamed. Jirou came running from a corner and came to a skidding halt. She attacked the arena with a powerful sound blast. Bakugo rolled off Yoshiko and covered his bleeding ears, gritting his teeth. Yoshiko jumped up and tied the ribbon around Bakugo's neck, tying a perfect ribbon.

"Villain team C has passed the test," Aizawa said in the commentary.

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Bakugo lay there with his ears aching and ringing. He couldn't move a muscle when she tied the ribbon around his neck with a sadistic smirk. He didnt have any power left to move. That blast from earlier had probably shattered his back. Anger bubbled inside of him.

He just lost a person with a quirk like his own.

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#bakugo #bnha #bakugou #katsuki #mha #wattpad #bakugoxoc #kacchan #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x oc #mha oc #bnha oc #bakugo katsuki #hitoshi shinsou #Akimitsu Yoshiko

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 2 years

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Stand Next to You

Stand Next to You by Christarmewn

-SUNFLOWER ARC Ch. 3- Shortly following the class 1-A camping trip, Aizawa arranges a follow-up exercise related to the class' practical exams. Just before beginning, Hagakure and Mina speak momentarily with Yaoyoruzu in the locker room. They pester her jokingly about always hogging Todoroki, and suggest playfully that they'd make a great couple. This remark has the opposite effect than expected, however, and she begins to question whether she really deserves Todoroki as a friend. Through the course of the exercise, her mood worsens, and Todoroki begins to take notice.

Words: 12437, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of The Couples of Class 1-A (Plus Crack-fics!)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Hagakure Tooru, Iida Tenya, Ojiro Mashirao, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Mineta Minoru, Satou Rikidou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: neither has realized their feelings yet, idiots being idiots, Todoroki being dense, Fighting, Training, Minor Injuries, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Feels, Conflict Resolution, Anxiety, confidence boosting, head resting on shoulder, Tension, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, flustered yaoyorozu, Cute, Slow Burn, its a slow burn guys, it's a slow burn guys, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, soft moments, Crying, Hurt/Comfort

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42047163

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todomomo #♥#Todomomo #📚#⚤#R:T #A:Chri #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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starsaver94 · 3 months

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Taming the Beast Within Ch.10

After the situation with the ball toss, the Quirk Apprehension test continued with sit-ups, followed by the seated toe-touch, and then finished with the long-distance run.

“All right,” Aizawa addressed the crowd of exhausted students “it’s time to give you your results.”

Kyoko gulped. She was sure that she was in dead last and was the one that was guaranteed to be sent home.

“I’ve ranked you all from best to worst. You all should probably have a good idea of where your standing already so I’ll just pull up the full list.”

Why is he just delaying the inevitable…?

Just send me home and get it over with already.

Aizawa presses a button on the device that he was holding, which causes a light blue holographic screen to be projected with the names of every student in 1-A listed based on their score.

1. Momo Yaoyorozu

2. Shoto Todoroki

3. Katsuki Bakugou

4. Tenya Iida

5. Fumikage Tokoyami

6. Mezo Shoji

7. Mashiro Ojiro

8. Eijiro Kirishima

9. Mina Ashido

10. Ochaco Uraraka

11. Koji Koda

12. Rikido Sato

13. Tsuyu Asui

14. Yuga Aoyama

15. Hanta Sero

16. Denki Kaminari

17. Kyoka Jiro

18. Toru Hagakure

19. Minoru Mineta

20. Izuku Midoriya

21. Kyoko Nozomi

Last place…

Kyoko could feel tears beginning to brim in her eyes as she attempted to try and hold it together. At least until she got out of range of her soon-to-be former classmates.

“And I lied, no one’s going home.” Aizawa nonchalantly reveals to the group of students who were stunned into shocked silence.

I’m…

I’m not going home?

“That was just a deception to make sure that you gave it your all during the tests.”

An overwhelming sense of relief and joy causes a small smile to grow on Kyoko’s face. She gets to stay. She gets to continue training alongside other hopeful students.

“I’m surprised that the rest of you didn’t figure that out. I’m sorry, I should have said something before.” A tall girl with a large ponytail awkwardly states.

“Well that’s it. We’re done for today. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom and read it over before tomorrow morning.” Aizawa announces before walking away.

However, he soon stops in front of Midoriya and hands him a sheet of paper before continuing his exit.

Kyoko lets out a long sigh as she walks down the entrance path of the school. It felt as if all of the air in the area was being let out of her lungs all at once.

“I’m sure glad that’s over.” She mutters to herself.

She soon lets out a yelp after hitting something. Something sturdy and tall. Kyoko looks up to see both Iida and Midoriya looking down at her.

“S-sorry about that Iida. I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going.” She stutters out while getting herself off of the ground.

“It’s no problem at all, Nozomi. But please, be more aware of your surroundings next time.”

I already know that…

Kyoko lets out a sigh while running a hand through her hair “Man, I wasn’t expecting the first day to be so nerve-wracking.”

Midoriya lets out a sigh of his own “Tell me about it…”

Kyoko soon notices that Midoriya’s pointer finger was completely wrapped in a white bandage.

“Y-Your finger…”

Midoriya’s eyes widen “Don’t worry, Recovery Girl took care of it and I feel just fine now.”

“Ok. If you say so…”

Kyoko joins the two as they continue walking down the entrance path in order to leave the school.

“I was concerned by Mr. Aizawa’s approach to class, but I trust the school’s judgement.” Iida states, seemingly thinking aloud.

Kyoko raises a brow at this remark “Really? Seems a bit extreme to me…”

Iida turns his head towards her “Of course! U.A is the top program. Although, I must admit it was downright immoral for Mr. Aizawa to lie to the class.”

“I thought he was scary at first, but that’s not it. He’s just really serious about school.” Midoriya comments.

“You thought Aizawa was scary? If anyone was scary, it’s definitely Bakugou. Then again, maybe it’s just because of my up-close encounter with him.”

Kyoko’s eyebrows furrowed at the recent memory. Bakugou’s piercing red eyes staring straight into hers, seeing every ounce of rage that was aimed right at her in that moment. And being shown later during the test what he could potentially do to her if she wasn’t careful made a shudder run down her spine.

She would have to make sure to try to stay out of his way. Even if that means avoiding him all together.

Despite the spark of intrigue that he ignited in her earlier.

“By the way, sorry about what happened with Kacchan. I should’ve been quicker to warn you.” Midoriya sheepishly apologizes.

“Don’t worry, it was mostly my fault anyways. I shouldn’t have been so quick to approach him like that.”

But still…

The way he acted when Midoriya showed his quirk…

Maybe…

“Hey!” A cheerful voice calls out from behind the three classmates “Wait up you three! Are you going to the station? I’ll join you guys!”

It was the brown-haired girl. The one that could make things float just by touching them.

“Hi! I’m Ochaco Uraraka.” She says with a happy grin on her face “And let’s see, you’re Tenya Iida. You’re Kyoko Nozomi. And your name is… Deku, right? Midoriya?”

“Deku!?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what Bakugou called you?” Uraraka asks, the cheerful smile never leaving her face.

Midoriya fiddles with his fingers nervously, his cheeks holding a light pink tint “Well. My name’s actually Izuku. Deku is just what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.”

Deku…? Kacchan…?

Where on Earth do you pick up nicknames like that?!

“Oh, I didn’t realize that! Sorry.” Uraraka admits while rubbing the back of her head.

“But you know what? I like Deku. It would make a great hero name! Plus, I think it sounds kind of cute.”

Midoriya’s face is now completely red. The same shade as a ripe strawberry.

“Deku it is!”

“Just like that?” Iida and Kyoko both question in unison.

“Weren’t you just saying that it was an insult?” Iida asks further.

“Yeah! I mean, why are you suddenly ok with it now?!” Kyoko adds.

Midoriya hides his flushed face in his hands “Paradigm shift! My whole world is flipped upside down!”

The four new friends continued down the path on their way to the train station. Each one making small talk with the others in order to help pass the time. Sharing laughs, and embarrassed blushes in Midoriya’s case, along the way.

Little did Kyoko realize…

A certain spark…

Would soon be getting stronger…

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shiraiza · 4 months

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“Friendly Reinforcements” - Art from My Hero Ultra Impact

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #kyouka jirou #mhui #ch: ua students #mhui: fantasy

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justahopelessaromantic · 4 months

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Memories (Ch. 5: Denki)

Fandom: My Hero Academia Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6 Summary: They'll probably write memoirs about all this. That or they’ll pay someone else to. When they're all retired top heroes, of course, ready to share their life stories with the public they’ve spent their lives protecting. Who knows? It might even inspire the next generation of crime fighters! Maybe they'll even throw together a neat little scrapbook or something as a class this year and give it to Mr. Aizawa as a gift. For now, it'll just have to settle for rattling around in their brains every once and a while. You know. Like memories do.

Denki remembers the blinding white of the walls

(It’s funny

His memory’s usually shit

why hasn’t it blocked out what happened from his mind yet

The details hard to make out)

They make his vision spin

Blurring everything around him together

God, why is his brain wired this way?

Until it's just him

And her

And the faint ugly mustard yellow of the hallway

Hanging in his peripheral vision

(It seemed so lovely and quaint

When his mother took him to pick out the paint color with him

Wistfully musing over how

If you stare long enough

It almost matched her favorite house in San Juan

But that's where it happened the first time

Now it’s ugly and gross and dirty

like her like him)

The soft cotton of her sweater

Pink, he thinks

Suffocates him

Scratches his face

As he buries his face

Into the crook of her shoulder

He forgets if it’s some desperate grasp at comfort from someone he trusts

Idealizes

Loves in theory

Or just not to look weirder than she says he already is

(And if there really is a loving god

what kind god would do this to some random kid

Who’s protecting him

mama what kind of protection is this

Despite his mind and its repulsive thoughts,

mama why did He send me that sick dream about her

Like mama always says

mama you say i can always come to you if something happened

After she ruffles his hair

mama its happening

Playing with the static electricity it stores,

mama sometimes i play scenarios in my head where i slip up and tell you and i cry and you cry and hug me tight and its nothing like sis’s hugs and you promise to keep me safe from her and but that cant happen cause you would have to know and you cant know you cant you just cant

He won't let Denki remember

mama why wont He let me forget)

Arms are holding him in place close

Hands wandering down his back

Lower and lower and lower and lower and lower and lower andlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowera

In a tight, suffocating embrace

tooclosetooclosetooclosetooclosetooclose

Leaving him dizzy and nauseous

His body lingers in her touch of course because this is normal

Resisting the perverse typical urge to squeeze tighter

quit making it weird you fucking freak

(Kaminari doesn’t know much

But he knows hes going to burn for this

He just knows

The knowledge crawls around his brain

Like a cockroach

Making his mother screech

Before she grasps for the broom

Curses it out

Chases it out of the narrow laundry room and into the kitchen

Encouraged by his hysterical laughter and his sister’s giggles and playful eye roll

Textbooks and homework splayed all over the counter

Their backpacks

Their legs

Tangled together

Before he pulled away from her touch)

No one hugs him at U.A.

Maybe its ‘cause they want to die on the battlefield

In gore and glory

Not by accidental electrocution

(One day Denki will strike himself down

With lightning

From electricity he let fester in the air

And the Lord will get full credit

And his sister will weep)

And what kind of douchebag doesn’t hug his own sister?

what kind of hero freezes in the face of danger

Sharp nails scratch his skin

As he weasels his way out of her grip

Static dances on her skin like her fingers did on his

He spits out a shaky apology

Barely a whisper

She could barely hear him

could mama hear

could she hear him if he screamed

would she want to

Be more careful

She pleads

Runs off to go help with dinner

Down the hall

Out the door

shes in the next room why can he still feel her hands

Like she’s forgotten him already

he wishes he could too

Denki remembers wishing he didn’t have to play nice with adults

With sisters

Like her

Sisters that touch

Denki remembers her

Clear as day

He wishes he could forget

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from monie - “i don’t normally do this…” jirō starts with a bit of a blush on her face ( in a very blink or you’ll miss it kid of moment ), “but it’s your birthday and it was the only gift that i could really think of.” an admission that may have sounded modest at best, but in actuality she had worked really hard on it. he was one of the few people in their class that seemed the most enthusiastic about her musical abilities, so it had only seemed fair to put together something special for kaminari’s birthday.

it would’ve been easy to put all of her music on a thumbdrive and give it to him as a gift, but there was something she liked about burning it all onto a cd and decorating both the disk ( while being careful to not mess it up so it could be played ), and the case that held the cd too, that felt a lot more personal as well. even if it was a bit obvious that there were music notes and little lightning bolts, tying into the other’s quirk.

“you’re the first one to hear these demos… they need more work but I wanted you to be part of it.” wow, that sounded so cheesy. was her face getting hotter or was it her? “lemme know what you think, okay?”

today proved to be just a right day to throw your legs back and rest your soul away. while classes and trainings were still mandatory ( a pitiful shame, if you ask the lightning hero - seriously, birthdays happen once a year and there’s no break for the special person?! ), denki still found lighthearted atmosphere midst the hours and hours of frying his brain up - from his usual group taking him aside to give them their shared gift to a large, birthday cake sato prepared in secrecy. no wonder they were all so secretive these past few days!

however, what denki was most curious of was about to come in courtesy of jirou pulling him aside from the party. at first, he assumed she was going to chide him for making too much of a fuss but the quick flush of her cheeks and averting told him otherwise which, admittedly, kept him on toes. whoever said the ever so charming and quick witted chargebolt wasn’t keen?

her muttered words haven’t fallen on deaf ears and instead earned the taller to lean closer whilst peering right at jirou with those cat-like eyes, his smile never faltering. ❛ you... don’t do normally what, jirou? c’mon, you don’t gotta be so shy! you know that whatever it is, i’ll LOVE it, since it came from you! ❜ that part was very much true, genuine even, but perhaps he hadn’t realized how heartfelt it could be. not yet, he did ... after all, who on earth would go for the class clown of 1-A?

when given the painted cover and cd with “demos”, as jirou puts it, denki couldn’t help the excitement painting his features and the giddy hands holding her gift with ginger care. jirou’s music, in one CD?! and they are demos, of all things, which meant an opportunity to support his friend and encourage her through and through?! this had to be a sign, it just had to! ❛ woah, seriously?! you’re giving me the demos and want me to be part of them?! that’s amazing, jirou! seriously! ❜ he leaned way closer to the girl, beaming brighter than the sun. ❛ thanks so much! now i’ll have more awesome music of yours to listen to! hey, how about after the party, we go to my room and you show ‘em? sounds like a good idea, right? ❜ any excuse just to give confidence to her... just to have her smiling.

#👹 ` ⟪ ask. ⟫ / TEXT MESSAGES.#👹 ` ⟪ ch. denki kaminari ⟫ / CHARGEBOLT.#lord this is so goddamn rusty. i need to reread the entirety of bnha BUT. he is v happy abt this!#even if this boi is a lil fried up w density hes v much like !!!!!!!!!! YO THIS IS EPIC!#denki vc; THIS IS AWESOMESAUCE #👹 ` ⟪ queue. ⟫ / CRYING IN THE CLUB.

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adventureofthedancinggirl · 6 months

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WIP tag game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Just listing BNHA fics since that's all I've been working on lately (other than original stuff, which I keep separate)

🌸💥❄️Sakura Season❄️💥🌸

📝❄️💥See You After: TDBK Epistolary Fic💥❄️📝

We're (still) Here / Apologies & Forgiveness

⚡Kaminari Denki: Rising⚡

💜🖤🤍Love or something like it🤍🖤💚

🛏️Everything's upside down unless I'm in your arms.

the ones you left behind - tdbk missing scene ch. 306/319

When is a date not a date?

actions speak louder (tdbk interview)

forgiveness is a dish best served with cold soba

the redemption (?) fic that comes after "see you after"

the anonymous ones

Wow...I didn't realize there were so many until I did this. A lot of these were actually floating around in my notes app so it prompted me to gather them all in once place. Yay for slightly more organized chaos.

(Yes, I use emojis so I can find things easier.)

There's also a ton of individual notes/files related to "See You After" because that fic is getting too massive to keep in one doc.

No one tagged me but I wanted to play 😅 Feel free to do it if you want and tag me so I can see your answers!

#i'm posting the last chapter of sakura season this weekend but it's still in my wip folder so i guess it still counts #i have more stuff in my original stories folder but that's a whole other thing #i like to keep fandom life separate from 'real' life iykwim #dancing girl writes #dancing girl asks #dancing girl's bnha thoughts #ask games

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 6 months

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Thick Skull

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nl31Eqp by FeatherlessBiped They’ve been pining for over a year. By now, everyone knows they’re in love. Well, almost everyone. (Where Kirishima is a mess who thinks Bakugou doesn’t share his feelings, and the bakusquad has to figure out how to get the truth through his thick skull.) //Next update(s): 2023-11-01: ch.2 & ch.3 Words: 893, Chapters: 1/19, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina & Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Post-Canon, like a year after the war, Bakugou Katsuki is Good at Feelings, he's not emotionally constipated because I said so, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Flirty Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Tease, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Oblivious Kirishima Eijirou, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Mess, Kirishima Eijirou is Whipped, (attempted) Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Truth or Dare, The Pocky Game, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, idiots to lovers speedrun, Love Confessions, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is So Done, Wingman Ashido Mina, Wingman Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Shinsou Hitoshi is in the Bakusquad, Minor Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Texting, Chatting & Messaging, chapter length not consistent: you’ve been warned, for reference this should end up around 15k read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nl31Eqp

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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xaracosmia · 1 year

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, NOE ARCHIVISTE. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: vivian

age: 31

pronouns: she/they

ooc contact: StarryOtterVi @ twt ; melodychanges @ tumblr (for apps only)

other characters in xc: atsushi @ bsd, kaminari denki @ mha, ace trappola @ twst, agatsuma zenitsu @ kny

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: noé archiviste

age: 20

pronouns: he/it

series: the case study of vanitas / vanitas no carte

canon point: ch. 50 ish!!

app triggers: blood mentions, death, family loss, mentions of depression, child death, child endangerment (his wiki is trigger heavy, proceed with caution!)

personality: Firstly, he’s a stubborn guy. Like, really, annoyingly, enough to annoy even Vanitas, stubborn. He will push forward with his objective, or any sort of goal he really has on his mind. He’s straight-forward with his words, and honest. He’s so honest, to the point it becomes a little jarring, leading to apologies. Though he doesn’t apologize as much as Zenitsu, he still says sorry often enough, in a sincere way.

He finds everything fascinating! “Woah, what’s that?” “Who is that?” “What did that person do?!” “Was that really what happened just now?!” …you get my point! Anything new to him is a new amazement! A wonderful glint to the eye! He’s like those birds attracted to the first shiny thing they see. He will even compliment his enemies that are fighting stupendously. Seriously.

But because of his fascination with things, he also has a tendency to “get lost”. It’s not that he doesn’t know where he’s going… erm. Supposedly. It’s the fact he is mesmerized by one thing, and once following that one thing, he suddenly… is somewhere else. Astonishing, it’s a wonder how he does it. This will happen very often. Sorry for anyone trying to find him.

He gets agitated. Surely, even a polite guy like him has his moments. When something sways him the wrong way, depending on what was said, he will retort back. He’s not afraid of talking back to someone, especially if he’s been around you for a while. You’ll hear his annoyance right away. But he doesn't do this as often. He’s another expressive character of mine. He’s not afraid to smack or punch if he needs to, depending on the situation.

Erm, it’s dense. It’s very dense. You thought Kaminari was dense? This guy is similar. It has trouble understanding certain situations. Please help it.

It’s also a little hypocritical. It will do one thing, then suddenly, it’s judging you for doing that thing and correcting you. Then, it will realize it also did that said thing. What just happened? He will notice his hypocrisy.

He will protect you. He will want to be your friend if you’re kind back to him. He’s a curious guy. He’ll stick to your side and listen to what you have to say. That doesn’t mean he’ll always listen if you tell him to do something– he is the type to share his own opinions, straight up. If you’re dishonorable to him, he will oppose you.

He’s instinctive, and impulsive. Sometimes, he forgets the time and place, and just goes for it. His gut feeling helps him constantly.

He has a strong, caring heart.

Even though he’s got a strong heart, he does have his own fears, his own guilt. His own doubts, the resolutions that he can’t resolve. He needs that push, that light shove, to break him out of his shackles. He shouldn’t be left alone too long.

something your muse struggles with: Holding back/faltering his own strength in certain situations. Uncertainty. He’s also dense with a lot of things. Guilt.

your muse’s greatest strength: Giving others the push they need to move forward. His honesty.

history / background: As an Archiviste, he’s able to read memories. He’s the only one left of the Archiviste Clan. An elderly couple adopted him, and they watched over him for years, knowing that he’s a vampire. Though humans and vampires don’t get along, Noe sees both as equal. When both his grandparents died, he was mistaken as a human, and taken in.

That’s when his teacher took him in as a disciple.

He became friends with his teacher’s two youngest grandchildren. Louis and Dominique were his childhood friends. They taught him things he didn’t really know, and sometimes he’d be called strange for his personality. Dominique would be with her parents a lot, but Louis stayed with Noe and his teacher often. Noe would hangout with Louis much as he could, but over time, Louis grew distant.

Noe found out that Louis stayed behind due to an “illness”. This illness later turned out to be because of the fact he’s a curse bearer, and Louis knew he didn’t have long to live. He kept making stakes for Noe to find later on. Louis ended up dying, right in front of Noe, and Noe has a tremendous amount of guilt for not saving another child from being killed due to a curse.

Later on, as he grows older, his teacher told him to search for The Book of Vanitas. That’s where, on the way to Paris on the airship, he finds Vanitas himself.

His teacher didn’t tell him to steal the book or destroy it, just to research and find out much as he can about it. Now, Noe has made it his goal to travel with Vanitas wherever he goes, no matter how irritating that might be for the other. He will not go against his teacher’s words.

He helps Vanitas free curse-bearers and gain their True Name’s, while trying to figure out the secrets of the book and Naenia, the one stealing True Names.

powers / abilities:

World Formula Interference — He’s capable of interfering with the world around him by altering it. He’s learned to defy gravity, thanks to the help of his teacher. It’s only for a short period of time, as it makes him nauseous. He can also reinforce his body, but he has trouble extending far out. He’s also able to enhance his strength x10 more.

inherent abilities:

Enhanced Physical Abilities — The World Formula also helps with this in some way, but he’s got extra strength, speed, and endurance as a vampire.

Memory Reading — The ability to, once he drinks someone’s blood, he’s capable of looking into someone’s memories. It depends on how strong the person is, but he’s able to look through the cracks of certain memories, or even something he might want to look for. Otherwise, without prompted, it’s a series of emotions of a memory hitting him all at once. It will be stretched out and nonsensical.

items / weapons:

Murr’s Carrier — A cute lil cat carrier he has for Murr. It’s pretty fancy, he spoils this cat.

starting ability: oh man he has so few things to give back… none if that’s ok!!

starting item: none for now!

extra:

> for the time being i’m keeping murr out until we get further canon info… for now he’ll miss murr.

> he’s 6’1 why is this man so tall.

> he’s born sept 28th! A libra.

> don’t put him in the kitchen please.

> he also can’t sew.

> and he can’t clean either so sorry to his roommates.

> he sleeps weirdly and always needs to hug something or someone nearby.

> sometimes he calls himself Gilbert, if he isn’t sure if the person he’s around trusts vampires. But for my own sanity, I’m not doing this in the chats nksdfnskfnksjfa.

> He can read emotions well.

discord id: memoire.#4854

passcode: sweet lil vampire guy who likes apple pie i adore you

#mun: vivian #xc application #exo cosmia

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