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epickiya722 · 1 year
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That's the face of someone who has carried so much weight, he is done with folks, he is hungry, he is tired, he got shot multiple times, he dirty... he's not even vibrant green anymore!
If I hear one more bad thing about Izuku "Deku" Midoriya...
APPRECIATE HIM MORE, PEOPLE!!!
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guardianhyren · 2 months
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It is me coming back from the void with a redraw of this post because I was rereading it and looking at my old one is cringe.
This is of RogueDruid’s Locked in Digital, specifically the part where it’s talking about how Midoriya managed to massacre and entire group in the stairs/hallway and it felt so cool I wanted to draw it (again).
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emeraldotter · 1 year
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redrobin-detective · 1 year
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So while I was raking leaves today I was thinking that as much as Bakugou bullying Izuku and later redeeming himself is an integral part of canon, it could be improved upon. I’ve always been a fan of AUs where Bakugou is exactly the same personality wise but he stayed friends with Izuku and is his biggest supporter.
Basically baby Katsuki looked between his best friend in the whole wide world who just got diagnosed as quirkless and the prejudices of society and took Izuku’s side. And because this boy doesn’t do anything by halves he is so ride or die. Izuku trains his mind and body, he and Katsuki hang out constantly and make plans for their future agency, they spar together until they’re both formidable fighters. You can obviously insert canon in here which would be the same only Izuku a) starts out buff b) has a bit more confidence/self worth and c) All Might has to deal with an angry Pomeranian barking at him not to hurt Izuku 24/7. Aizawa clocks them as the class’s disaster duo within 5 seconds of meeting them and he’s not wrong but he underestimates the trouble they can get into.
Me, being me, I was playing with it today in my quirkless verse. They both get into Yuuei, Bakugou in Heroics and Izuku in Gen Ed. Katsuki would be hissing and sneering at his classmates for “stealing Deku’s spot” and it’s annoying but also kind of cute. They hear a lot about this Deku person, he’s tactically brilliant and a dirty fighter and doesn’t need a quirk to pound Katsuki into the ground. They’re shaking, imaging like a 7′ demonic beast. Only one day, the door to 1-A opens and its this sweet boy with curls and freckles and the friendliest smile like “Kacchan, you left your school books at my house again :)” And they collectively lose their shit that THIS is Deku. Then they watch him and Bakugou spar and its like, oh okay then, I am Afraid again.
Anyway, point being, I still think we could have had a compelling, interesting story if Bakugou was still his kind of douchey self but at the same time was Izuku’s best friend and biggest hype man.
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laskulohi · 1 year
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meteorblazes · 2 years
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gàill: a storm or surly look
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givemaycoffee · 11 months
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Which Zelda games have you played?
Less than I would like tbh. I have a lot of older brothers who did not want to share time on consoles growing up.
I have played to completion:
Ocarina of Time
Majora’s Mask
Link to the Past
I have partially played:
Minish Cap
Spirit Tracks
Twilight Princess
Phantom Hourglass
Four Swords
the new Links Awakening (which is on me - I own it and just haven’t finished it yet)
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dragontummy · 11 months
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A funfact about the Ruby is that I met my first gf while I was still devoloping as a perosn a bit. She has had such a large impact on who I am now and I think that's beautiful :3
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lazyheartcomputer · 1 year
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Mr. Yamikumo kun, you are (not) fine.
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syekick-powers · 2 years
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you know. playing ocarina of time (and eventually majora’s mask) again. i have a lot of thoughts about OOT!Link. like. a lot of people claim that majora’s mask is “the darkest zelda game”. and i can see why one would make that claim--MM has an incredibly oppressive and stressful atmosphere, constantly pushing down on the player with this incredibly small time limit, constantly reminding the player that the apocalypse hangs right above their heads and is always getting closer, constantly reminding the player that everyone in termina is going to die unless you can somehow reverse it in this tiny little infinitesimally small period of three days. but MM’s ending is hopeful. and imo, compared to OOT’s ending, MM’s ending is much more optimistic. because IIRC in ocarina of time, link pulling the master sword out of the pedestal created two separate timelines--the “adult” timeline and the “child” timeline. all the shit that link does in the “adult” timeline happens after ganondorf takes over and ruins hyrule. you spend all this time in this timeline trying so hard to undo the damage that ganondorf did to the land. you try to help all the people he hurt, all the places he destroyed. you go through an immense amount of suffering and trauma to reverse this horrible future, and in the end, you do defeat ganondorf in that timeline. and at the end of it, zelda plays the ocarina of time and sends link back to the “child” timeline. in that timeline, zelda as a child warns the king of hyrule about ganondorf’s evil intentions and prevents ganondorf from gaining enough of a foothold to take over hyrule. the horrible things you worked so desperately hard to reverse never even happen. you have the memories of the pain and suffering you went through and the effort you expended, forever etched into your mind--but the evidence of all of that pain and suffering has been erased by the flow of time. all the evidence of the effort you put into saving hyrule is gone. the only place it exists is within you. and frankly, that is way more emotionally agonizing to me than majora’s mask is. because in majora’s mask, the effort you put into saving termina has a tangible impact. sure, you’re being forced to save the world all over again (and this time it’s not even part of your grand heroic destiny, you just accidentally fall into this doomed world and have to save it because it’s the only thing you know how to do). sure, you have to go through another painful series of trials in order to prevent the imminent apocalypse. but... the effort you expend to save termina matters. you help so many of termina’s inhabitants, reversing the horrible misery in every region of termina one by one by one. by helping each individual in termina to solve their problems, free them of their regrets, reverse the damage that majora has wrought upon every person in termina... you can save everyone. you can help everyone. and instead of being sent back to the beginning before everything could go wrong, the people of termina will remember the positive impact you had on their lives. from your smallest gesture to the biggest, most heroic battles you fight--all of it matters. pamela will remember you reversing the gibdo curse on her father. kafei and anju will remember you reuniting them in the final hours of termina. fuck, grog, the dude who raised chickens in the cucco shack in romani ranch will remember you using the bremen mask to bring his chickens to full maturity so he could see them in their fully grown glory before the apocalypse, which allowed him to shed his one and only regret. to me, majora’s mask’s ending feels so much more emotionally cathartic than ocarina of time’s ending, because your efforts to help every individual in termina are not simply wiped out. the evidence of all the work you put in to helping everyone in termina does not disappear. it doesn’t leave you feeling like all the pain you went through to fix everything simply slipped from your fingers like sand. majora’s mask has a dark atmosphere, for sure, but the game’s ending is among the most optimistic of all zelda games. because you can help everyone. and your efforts to help everyone leave an impact in ways that aren’t often seen in other zelda games. like yeah other zelda games have sidequests where you can help random NPCs do xyz thing that they’re struggling with. but the looming apocalypse in MM somehow makes all those little sidequests have such a massive amount of emotional resonance. like just. i mentioned grog and his chickens because that particular sidequest really struck me the first time i played majora’s mask. the way grog says to you that now he sees his chickens fully grown, he has no more regrets, and he’s completely satisfied. knowing that the apocalypse is looming over termina just makes that comment have such an impact. you are able to completely resolve this person’s final regrets, and he feels like he can face death without any pain. the sidequest seems very inconsequential at first, but hearing him say that he has no more regrets, and looking up at the moon getting closer--it just is so emotionally powerful. feeling like you can make a big difference in one person’s life over something that seems insignificant to you, but means everything to them... it’s just such a powerful feeling. it really just causes all the sidequests in MM to hit differently from literally any other zelda game.
idk lads this is a long rambling post but i feel very strongly about OOT and MM and i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. esp since i’m really close to beating OOT now in my recent playthrough. i can understand why people make the claim that MM is the “darkest zelda game”, but i feel like that doesn’t really give full credit to 1) the inherently optimistic and hopeful message of majora’s mask, and 2) the incredibly tragic nature of the ending of ocarina of time. both games are masterpieces still to this day, but i feel like the common perception of both of them doesn’t fully wrap around the emotional payloads of both games. ocarina of time’s emotional payload is ultimately quite painful, whereas majora’s mask emotional payload is unrestrainedly joyful and optimistic. please look at these games more closely before making sweeping generalizations about which one is “darker”.
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theloveinc · 2 years
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Catie! Do you have any self-ships? You write about a lot of different characters with us/for us, but who's your ~fave~? (Could also just be a fave, not a self-ship) Is there anyone that you wish you could talk about more with us/in general?
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jfjskdhfjads ladybug PLEASE, you are so berry kind for asking❤️👉🏻👈🏻❤️
i have many self-ships, actually!! tho i'm a bit confused by what constitutes one because... i basically ship myself with everyone LOL. and i know some people have very developed backstories for their selfship worlds... i wouldn't say i have one specific "canon" for each character + i's setup... but rather i pick whatever scenario i'm enjoying at the moment and then apply it to them and do that as needed. probs cuz it changes so often and always has.
Most of the time this past year it's been bakugo (what a surprise), so i would say he's def my top self ship??? but honestly whenever i'm thinking of anything for any character, whether it's suggested by u guys or not, i'm absolutely brainrotting for them, too. i mentioned this ages ago on IHB, but for the longest time i actually liked everyone in mha pretty equally, so i lowkey still do
(its fine bc im so busy rn, but sometimes im sad that we don't have more convos about other characters)
anyway, it's kind of an inside joke with myself LOL but i always joke it's like rick + morty in my mind bc i always think of my selfships as alternate universes that are all happening at the same time... so if i'm thinking about one au of assassin bakugo and another about having kids w/ him............ they're both equally valid. or like, if im thinking about being married to kiri, that's a different caitie than the caitie married to bakugo LMAO but still me🙆🏼‍♀️
(does that even make sense?)
honestly... not so much recently bc i've really been going thru it w/ my writing, but i feel like i do a good job of talking to u guys about all the stuff i wanna! i've honestly been self inserting so long that turning my ideas into inserts is actually very easy for me, plus, since i LOVE and enjoy writing second person, i don't have any issues with stuff being relatable to me personally. it just always is (for the most part).
besides, tho there's definitely a couple things i wish i could bring up, like plans i have for longer things im too scared to start (which are absolutely author-inserts), they're so deeply personal that i really can't even figure out how to make them appealing LOL. so for now i just don't. but that doesn't bother me much tbh, cuz i get my fill as is!
(plus, sometimes they’re just dumb ideas)
anyway, long story short... bakugo is my current, MAIN selfship. it was levi from attack on titan for like, 7 years tho. and i'm sure i'll find someone else berry special to add to the pile too!!! and normally i imagine us meeting because... we're both fucking weirdos who hate everyone LOL and bond over that.
but thank u SO much for asking, i hope i answered this right!! and more importantly, wbu??? i'd love to hear <3 (and hope you're feeling better🥺)
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I got into My Hero Academia, so I started doodling the characters. This was the result.
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cascading-colors · 2 years
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who’s tht character in your pfp?
Hey, this is Deku from BNHA. I drew this based on the 2020 popularity spread. I also drew Bakugou in this piece here.
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The only reason he looks different was that I didn't shade him and needed a pfp.
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suashii · 6 months
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝑅𝐸𝒢𝒰𝐿𝒜𝑅 𝐸𝒩𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒮
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info ⭑ bakugo katsuki x reader ノ 1.6k wc ノ sfw ノ fluff 
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the first time bakugo sees you, his new neighbor, is from his balcony. the squeak that accompanies your door sliding open catches his attention and your distant voice holds it. you’re on the phone, too preoccupied with your conversation to notice him sitting a few feet away. he watches you from afar, takes note of how you playfully roll your eyes and the way you throw your hand out in disbelief. you’re animated and energized, a shining light against the dark canvas that is the night sky.
bakugo isn’t sure how much time passes before he decides to head back inside. he comes to the realization that it’s strange to watch someone you haven’t even met so intently. so, he stands and picks up his plate of half-eaten noodles, readying to call it a night. whether it’s the scrape of his chair or the feel of his eyes on you, bakugo isn’t sure, but something makes you turn to face his direction. instead of the scowl or scoff he expects of someone who has just found out they were being stared at, you smile at him. you even wave, too.
his lips part in surprise at your kindness, your warmth. bakugo can’t say he knows or has encountered many people who offer a smile while they’re taking a call. deku maybe, but that’s beside the point. before he forgets and makes an ass of himself, he slowly raises his arm, two fingers sticking out to return your wave.
you smile wider.
the image sticks to his eyelids as he lays in bed and waits for sleep to overtake him.
the next time he sees you, it’s on the balcony again. this time you’re able to introduce yourself.
“sorry,” you apologize after giving him your name. you’re sitting in a chair you dragged out from your unit. the singular piece of furniture looks out of place outside. katsuki figures you haven’t had the time to decorate the space appropriately. “i would have done this that first night but my mom was talking my ear off. moving and all.”
bakugo distinctly recalls what it was like when he moved into his first apartment; nothing he did went unchecked by mitsuki. she was practically breathing down his neck throughout the entire process. if he wasn’t grateful for the help, the memories would have sent an unpleasant chill down his spine.
“i get it,” he nods.
talking to you is different than looking from afar, the blonde thinks. even though the two of you have never spoken before this moment, you regard him so casually—like he’s a friend you’ve known for years. it’s refreshing yet strange, being seen as a neighbor before a hero, though he doesn’t mind the change of scenery.
the rest of your conversation borders on mundane—you ask when bakugo moved into the building, about his hobbies, and if he has any coffee shop recommendations near the neighborhood. they’re questions he usually wouldn’t bother answering but something about you compels him to reply. maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re hanging on his every word. or maybe it’s because, despite the fact that you’re the one asking the questions, you’re still a present part of the conversation. it doesn’t feel as though it’s one-sided, like an interview he gets nothing out of. your giggles at his muttered sarcasm and the comments you add—little details about how your apartment is coming together and what you usually order from the café—draws bakugo into your bubble and keeps him there.
talking to you isn’t a chore, in fact, katsuki actually enjoys it. the sound of your voice isn’t irritating like nails against a chalkboard—it’s pleasant, addicting, like the gentle hum of his favorite song. your stare doesn’t bother him because, for some reason unbeknownst to him, it feels like you see past his outer shell, past the image the world has created for him.
you don’t know him now, but bakugo doesn’t mind it being a possibility. a little part of him longs for it.
that longing for a connection isn’t far out of reach. your balconies have become an assembly area of sorts. given his line of work, katsuki can only spend evenings and seldom weekends out under the moon or sun, but you seem to have caught on to the loose pattern that is his schedule. whenever he’s there, so are you.
sometimes you’re working on your laptop, fingers furiously tapping away at the keyboard until you hear the slightly squeaky gliding of bakugo’s door. the contents of your screen are easily forgotten in favor of focusing on your blonde neighbor instead. talking to him means you’ll lose sleep over finishing your report later than intended, but bakugo is much more interesting than the spreadsheet of numbers you’ve been staring at for the past hour.
other times, you’re taking down laundry you hung on the line earlier when the same noise catches your attention. you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and inquire about his day—the good, the bad, the boring, the exciting. (an odd habit arises from it; you ask him to rate his day on a scale of one to ten whenever he joins you outside.) by the time you remember what you were doing before katsuki’s arrival, the sheets you had set out to dry are wrinkled and creased in your arms.
every moment, no matter how short and seemingly insignificant, floods bakugo in a sea of inexplicable joy.
today is no different.
like every night, bakugo kicks off his boots before entering his apartment. after a quick shower and a change of clothes, his feet instinctively carry him to the living room where the door leading to his balcony, leading to you, is. a cool breeze pushes into the unit as he drags the sliding door open and steps out. goosebumps raise on his arms—not because of the evening air, but because he hasn’t even sat down yet and your eyes are already on him.
“hey there, superhero,” you greet him, and he can hear the smile in your voice. there’s a click as the door closes and a grunt as katsuki tosses himself into the lone chair on his balcony. yours has two now, situated on either side of a small table. you’re sitting in the one facing him, a cup of instant noodles cradled in your hands.
“hey.” he returns your hello. it’s audibly less enthusiastic, but he’s glad to see you—even if that sight is you manipulating a pair of chopsticks to best fit the bunch of noodles hanging from them in your mouth.
your wrist stops rotating once you’ve found the prefect positioning. before you take the bite, you ask bakugo, “rate the day?”
all things considered, bakugo had a favorable day. nothing had gone wrong, everyone at the agency was on top of their game, he even had a notable villain takedown. despite it all, the day lacked a sense of excitement. nothing got his blood pumping like has had hoped it would. but now that he’s here in your presence, everything feels right. “…eight.”
“wow!” you cover your mouth upon realizing that you still have food in it. you sheepishly swallow the mouthful before clearing your throat. bakugo’s chin rests in his palm as he grins at your outburst. it’s infectious, causes the corners of your lips to curl into a small smile. “that’s a jump from the rest of the week.”
it is. the days before this one had been mediocre at best. but nights spent with you always give his days an extra point on the rating scale. that, bakugo thinks, isn’t something you need to know. not now, at least.
his eyes fall down to the styrofoam cup in your hands. every time he’s met with you for the past week, the same budget-friendly meal has appeared. “that all you eat?” he questions.
you snort at his observation. he’s got a good eye, you’ve come to learn, remembers details about you that even you find yourself forgetting. you set the cheap dish down on your table and smile. “other than knowing how to operate a rice cooker, i’m even worse than a novice in the kitchen.”
you’re a strange one, smiling while admitting a weakness, the blonde thinks. “you seem oddly happy about that.”
“eh,” you shrug, “it kind of sucks burning everything i touch. but, i happen to know someone who’s planning on helping me fix that.”
you’re still smiling, but this one is different than the others katsuki has had the pleasure of seeing. it isn’t like those delighted ones you wear when you recount the best parts of your day or the admirable ones you sport when you listen to his. there’s something hidden behind this one that he can’t quite put his finger on. knowingness? flirtation?
if the latter was the case, bakugo would have a problem—one he isn’t entitled to, but, nevertheless, a problem. he may not be entitled to it, but the green-eyed monster isn’t something he can so easily conceal, even if he has no business feeling jealous. he crosses his arms at the thought of someone else holding your interest. “and who is that?”
“oh, come on genius.” your heart thumps against your ribcage, hard and heavy. it’s been a few weeks since you moved in to the apartment beside bakugo’s but your first, hushed interaction has stuck with you. the seedling of attraction in your chest when you first met his eye has long since bloomed into an embarrassingly large, vibrant flower. “you think i forgot about that yakisoba you were eating that first night out here? i’m talking about you.”
there’s a fluttering in katsuki’s chest, like his heart started floating while simultaneously skipping a beat. he discreetly pats his sternum to calm the frantic organ sheltered behind it but the action is useless when you’re staring at him so intently, a hypnotizing glint of hope sparkling in your eyes.
“so, superhero, teach me how to cook?"
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hihi~ sua here :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎
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sooniebby · 1 year
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ఌ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔
❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞
꧁ 𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ꧂
Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.
Word count › 1.7k
Rating › NSFW
Warnings › possessive behavior and borderline obsession from Izuku
Kinks › mentions of breeding/creampie
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╰┈─➤ BEGINNING
Izuku had always wondered how Katsuki was related to him. Bakugo (Name). An angel compared to the devil that Katsuki was. He was only three years his senior with looks that resembled Masaru. His quirk was a bit underdeveloped compared to Katsuki's.. Weak, really.
But that's what he liked. He liked that (Name) didn't judge him for being quirkless. Unlike Katsuki. He still remembered that time (Name) slapped Katsuki for calling him ‘Deku.’
Katsuki hadn't really bothered him after that. His little lackeys, sure, but Katsuki himself didn't say much. Izuku couldn't be sure if Katsuki was even helping him sometimes against the bullies. But he knew Katsuki would never willingly say that he was.
He'd kill if he asked.
Izuku sighed to himself as he tugged off his sweaty suit. Of course the meeting his attended with Iida turned into an ambush by some lowlife villains. They won, obviously, but he still worked up a sweat in one of his favorite suits.
He turned it over to check for damages and to his dismay, there was a large scratch.
“(Name) got me this...” He muttered to himself. He felt the sudden urge to kill someone. (Name) had spent so much money to find a suit that was tailored to his larger body type and didn't rip once his arms went through.
What was he supposed to do?
Logically, fix it.
But emotionally, he wanted the villain who ruined such a special gift to gravel at his feet for ruining such a precious item.
He shook his head. He'd find someone to fix it. Resting it on his chair in his bedroom, he walked over to check his phone before noticing someone was calling him.
Katsuki?
“Hello?”
“Tch, what the hell have you been doing to not answer me? I thought today was your day off?” Katsuki's usually angry voice bled through the phone. But Izuku knew he was a little bit worried.
He could read Katsuki's emotions better now ever since they graduated.
“Sorry. I left my phone at home when I went to visit Iida.” Just a little white lie wouldn't hurt.
“You free now?”
“Yes, why? Did something happen?”
Katsuki paused for a second. “Come straight here. Don't do anything crazy, alright? You worked too hard for your hero's license.”
“Huh? What happened?” Izuku frowned. Sure, he acted recklessly sometimes but he had grown older. He knew to think before acting compared to his high school self.
“It's (Name). I—”
Katsuki frowned as the call ended. He cursed to himself, hoping Izuku was just coming straight his brother's house. Dressed in his hero suit, he wished he could stay longer with (Name) but he had already used his days off two weeks ago.
“(Name)?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft if anyone had heard him. (Name) huffed as he glanced up from his pillow, tears staining his face. His glasses were on the nightstand, the right eye broken from the incident that happened this morning.
“De—Izuku's coming. Are you okay with that?”
(Name) frowned. He was happy to see Izuku, it's been awhile but he didn't want him to see him like this. So weak and broken. (Name) simply nodded, wondering if he was the older brother or did Katsuki really just grow ever since UA.
A harsh knock the door shocked the two as Katsuki grunted. “Stupid nerd...” He stalked off to have a talk with Izuku, making sure (Name) couldn't hear whatever they were saying.
(Name) sighed to himself as he reached over to light a candle, using his quirk. His quirk was stronger than most useless ones but it wasn't like Katsuki's. It couldn't be used in a fight. The fire quirk only lasted a few seconds, like little explosions.
It was good for lighting candles and other mundane things. (Name) only used it a few times for self defense and those few times he ended up hurting himself as well.
It was rare that a quirk could also hurt the user. Well, until Izuku came along with an alarming amount of broken arms from his own quirks.
“(Name)-chan?”
“Zuku!” (Name) grinned, a childlike grin on his lips. Izuku was larger than the small home that he shared with Katsuki. (Name) held his arms for a hug that Izuku awkwardly returned.
“Kacchan left. I'll be staying here until he comes back.” Izuku said, sitting down on the bed. The small tv was playing some random American action movie. (Name) hummed.
“Sorry to bother you on your day off,” (Name) laughed. “What happened was really silly...” He glanced over at Izuku to blink at the angry look he was giving him.
“Silly? Getting attacked is silly to you?”
(Name) frowned. When did he get so serious...?
“Eh, no! I was just—”
“Your boyfriend attacked you in public. You had to use your quirk to defend yourself,” Izuku grunted, a scowl on his lips. “I knew he was a terrible person.”
“Huh?”
Izuku's face flushed. He hated every boyfriend (Name) got. There was always an inching pain in his heart that wanted to scare away—or kill—the men in your life. It always ended up being true because of how often they broke (Name)'s heart.
This is just the first time they ever physically hurt you. (Name) huffed, hating how Izuku was somehow inferring he had terrible taste in men.
He did! But that doesn't mean he liked hearing it from someone else.
“Sorry, that was out of line...” Izuku muttered.
(Name) shook his head. “It's fine. There's some truth to that. I'm sorry for having to continually bother you with boyfriend drama.”
“It's not boyfriend drama, (Name).”
(Name) blinked. That was one of the first time Izuku dropped the honorifics from his name. He looked over at Izuku and reached over to touch his arm. They stayed like that in silence before Izuku finally spoke.
“I hate seeing you with anyone.”
“Like with friends?”
“Romantically.”
“Do you like me, Izuku?”
Izuku's face was flushed red as he looked at everything but (Name). (Name) wished he could properly see but without his glasses--things were blurry far away.
“I love you, (Name). I want to keep you as my own. Even when I was younger. Ah, I'm sorry for being creepy. I can get someone else to watch over you!” Izuku panicked, sitting up abruptly.
(Name) grabbed his hand, “wait! You didn't let me answer.”
“Huh?” Izuku turned around to face him.
“I like you too. I just thought it would be weird to have feelings for my little brother's friend.”
“I'm not Kacchan's. I'm yours.” Izuku muttered, kneeling down to press a kiss on (Name)'s lips. (Name) returned it with a smile on his lips as he pulled away with a giggle.
Izuku grasped (Name)'s hands and glanced down at the recent burn mark on them. (Name) frowned, body fidgeting at the sudden attention towards it. He wanted to ignore it. Much to his surprise, Izuku brought the hand to his lips and...
Licked it.
He licked it.
(Name) gasped, mouthing widening to oppose this but only a whimper came out as Izuku nipped at his hand. He could only watch as Izuku's much larger hand practically engulfed his. Each little kiss and lick made him shiver.
Part of him was disgusted hygiene wise while the other was very much into Izuku licking him.
“Do you want to wait?” Izuku suddenly muttered, glancing up with half-lidded eyes that (Name) was sure most fangirls dreamed of at night.
“Wait for what...?”
Izuku blinked, his sudden alter ego seemingly vanishing. “Ah, I'm sorry! I'm rushing things, aren't I?!” His face was full of panic that (Name) could only giggle.
“It's fine... I want you. I waited so long for you.”
Izuku's lips turned upwards into a boyish grin. (Name) was beginning to wonder how long Izuku loved him. It had to be longer than himself.
“I'll show you how long I loved you, (Name).” Izuku whispered.
“You're tight, (Name). Did your other boyfriends not fuck you right?”
(Name) whined, arching his back as he looked away. It had happened so fast. Izuku wasn't as innocent as he looked. The way he opened him and instantly found his prostate was scary. It truly took only two minutes before (Name) was a muttering mess beneath him.
And now this. With the constant squeaking of the bed of the bed, slapping of wet skin, and Izuku's sudden boost of confidence—(Name) wasn't sure he truly knew him.
“Don't... ngh, say that!”
Izuku simply smiled and pressed a chaste kiss on (Name)'s neck. (Name) squealed as his legs were grabbed as Izuku pushed them towards his ears, effectively bending him in a way he never believed was possible. Izuku's dick was large, just like the rest of his body and the burn that (Name) felt was pleasurable and painful.
“Sorry, (Name)-chan... I don't think I can last long,” Izuku grunted, his face turning bright red in embarrassment.
(Name) wasn't sure why he was embarrassed. He was ready to give two minutes ago from the harsh thrusting. A pathetic whimper left his lips as he tried to ignore the sinful squelching of his asshole. He was going to die if Izuku didn't come already.
“Its...mmh! okay. We have...” (Name) gasped at a particular harsh thrust. “Other days!”
(Name) blinked at the feeling of something wet touch his chest. He glanced up to see Izuku on the verge of tears. Only a huff of laughter left (Name)'s lips. Izuku still was a crybaby at heart.
“Then we can have a family in the future...” Izuku muttered. (Name) wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear that part.
“Uh...?”
Izuku brought a hand to (Name)'s more chubbier stomach and a smile formed on his lips. “I wish you could give birth.”
“Pervert...” (Name) giggled, trying to ignore the way he suddenly tightened around Izuku's cock at the thought. Izuku seemed to notice as a subtle smirk ghosted his lips as he quickened his thrusts.
The last minute was the both of them chasing their release as Izuku leaned down next to (Name)'s ears and whispered:
I'm sure we can make this a reality soon.
It shouldn't have made (Name) cum but it did. Izuku was soon right after, a blush ghosting his face as if he wasn't the one who brought breeding in the first place. (Name) simply hummed and wrapped his arms around Izuku, grinning at the warm cum inside of him.
It was going to suck taking it out but he'll enjoy it right now.
“I love you, Izuku.”
“Love you too...”
Before a quick slumber could take over the two—the door opened showing a pissed of Katsuki.
“I said watch my brother, not fuck him, you shitty nerd!!”
Oh, he was screwed.
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Horikoshi giving hero tropes to the villains is probably my favorite part of bnha.
He presented us with a nervous wreck of a boy at the beginning of the manga. Look, he seemed to say, isn't he creepy? isn't he evil? He met Tomura in his most lanky form. Malnourished, neglected, real dead hands all over his body and blunt nails digging mercilessly in his skin.
Sure, the story paints him as a real villain. He is there to kill kids, after all. He wants to kill the light of the hero society, to spread violence and hatred all around. He's also very very suspicious. You get that feeling that there's more to the story. It's in the way he acts, his desperation. He looks sick. What is he making him so? What is his story?
Tomura is a loser. A failure since the beginning, if you follow the narrative. Characters like Stain, Overhaul and Redestro point it out: Tomura isn't the best strategist per se, they can't understand his reasons to do what he does, there's something wrong with him in villain terms.
That's when the brain starts to pick up the signals and plants the doubt. Many people don't notice it, but something in the story gives away that he is a very special type of villain.
We see him alone in his dark messy room, staring at a screen. We see him drinking alone in a bar as he sits on his misery. Over and over, we see that evil boy and his burdened stance. Only Kurogiri is there. His master only talks to him through some radio. He doesn't mention anyone else. No one else seems to live in that bar but Kurogiri and him.
Back then, when Tomura was all about AFO and All Might and no one else, he felt hollow. Rotten.
We first saw him approach someone for help and some company after the first LOV members were introduced. We meet Toga and Dabi, then Tomura goes to find Deku. Is he still creepy? Yes. Is he still evil? Also. We have Giran talking about Tomura with the fondness you reserve for a spoiled child. The way Kurogiri and Giran talk about it, it's more like Tomura needs to make some friends. He's not used to it, so he's being rude to them.
He's a chosen one reluctant to make friends, since he's used to doing things on his own— or at least with people he didn't care about. Next time we see him, his telling Kurogiri that he doesn't want them to die, he wouldn't sacrifice them for a goal and he actually wants them to succeed. He talks like a leader, he considers them important.
When they show us the LOV around Tomura as he talks to a kidnapped Bakugo, there's something in there already. How they worry when Bakugo hits Tomura and knocks the hand out of his face. They humanize Tomura, which is a lot to say when AFO did everything he could to dehumanize him. They make Tomura be more mature, more responsible and more capable. While AFO paints Tomura as a foolish child that cannot get things right until he's guided there, the LOV trusts Tomura to take care of himself and guide them.
That's when the hero tropes with villains started.
A quick list from the top of my head:
Twice overcame his trauma mid-battle in order to save Toga and then the LOV.
Tomura was tempted by Overhaul to betray the LOV in exchange for power. He pretended to agree, only to backstab Overhaul because Tomura would never forgive those who hurt his friends and would never betray the LOV.
Magne went to attack Overhaul for offending her and her friends, defending their ideals and their right to exist 'til death.
Mr. Compress took the leading role in many dangerous situations to assure that the LOV would get their win, but also to assure they'd make it out alive.
Tomura would forgive people not on his behalf, but for the benefit of the LOV.
Giran refused to sell any info about the LOV and laughed in his captors face because he was not so important to them. Turns out he was bluffing about it being all business, since we know from Twice's flashback that he did it also for the fondness he felt towards the LOV and the LOV went there to rescue him.
The LOV rushing through a battlefield the size of a city while desperately trying to find a way to save Tomura.
Twice and Mr. Compress refusing to leave Tomura fighting Gigantomachia alone and taking the burden of his training with him.
Dabi doing all he could to save Twice and snapping when he realized Twice was dead.
Mr. Compress worried about Toga and her solo mission.
Spinner telling Toga that she needs to come back safe and sound to them.
Tomura refusing to die or give up while the LOV still needs him (to be a hero).
Twice already dead and still moving because he needed to save Toga.
The entire LOV refusing to even consider defeat because they blindly believe that there is no way Tomura can lose.
And there's so much more...
The LOV made Tomura act heroic. They gave him a reason to want to save and protect, instead of just wanting to destroy.
The power of friendship but for evil.
Isn't it the best thing ever?
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