#half blind!shoto

[astridthevalkyrie]

oh my god, bakugo's kind of my friend! | k. bakugo x reader

----> summary: You'd never dare tell anyone that he was your friend. You'd never be so bold. Katsuki agrees. He's definitely not your friend.

----> warnings: quirkless university au, video game violence, fluff n feelings

----> a/n: title blatantly stolen from the office—"oh my god, dwight's kind of my friend!"

----> word count: 2k

God, no, you’re not friends with Katsuki Bakugo.

No one is.

Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true. He’s sort of friends with Ochako, that’s how you met him. He’s actually fairly close to Izuku and Eijiro, his roommates. He tolerates Shoto, might even begrudgingly respect him. And he’s got some weird mutual-depression pact going on with Kyoka. 

But you’re not any of them. And you vehemently deny it when people ask, lest he, heaven forbid, think you’re going around telling people he likes you. You saw what happened to Neito last year when he, just once, said something about his friend Katsuki. You’re pretty sure it was the reason behind his switching majors, too, just to avoid being in the same classes with the terrifying blonde.

Sure, you’re in his apartment. Neito’s never stepped foot in here (aside from The Incident). And you’re well acquainted with the people he does clearly consider not-enemies. Earlier today, you and Momo had been out getting chips and soda for tonight. Just half an hour ago, you’d been playing blind karaoke with Eijiro, Izuku, and Ochako on Kyoka’s old laptop and mic that somehow both still had really good audio quality. Not to mention, you and Mina have had at least one class together every semester since you both started—she always races to slide into the chair next to you on every first day.

And you’re currently sitting on Katsuki’s couch, two feet away from Katsuki, playing a battle royale on Katsuki’s console.

“Behind the building,” he mutters, and you hum in acknowledgement, running to the spot he generously marked on the map.

It started a long while back. You and Denki had been playing some shitty racing game, and you’d very easily kicked his ass, leaving him groaning and flopping back onto Kyoka’s lap, where she offered no pity, rolling his head off with a light shove. As you were laughing at the display, Katsuki had taken Denki’s place on the floor, and all but demanded you pick up the controller once more.

(You’d won again. Terrified, you simply claimed that your controller must be broken before racing out of the room.

Imagine your surprise when, the next time you visited, he’d barked at you to assist him with a multiplayer, ordering a pouty Denki off the couch.)

You like playing, and you don’t have a console with as much storage back home, and you’re too broke to be buying multiple games anyways, so you don’t mind taking advantage of Katsuki’s appreciation for your skill. It’s usually a nice way to end the night, whether you and Ochako end up leaving or if you fall asleep right there on the couch.

Shivering, you bring your feet under the wool blanket you’d brought with you. You’re the only one who finds the apartment freezing. Everyone else typically sheds their extra layers, while you once hunted down Eijiro’s sock drawer to steal a pair of He-Man stockings for the night. 

“Up in the window,” you warn, at the same time he says, “Oi.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze for a second in bewilderment, before rapidly turning your attention back to the TV. He dodges the shot from the window, and then continues.

“You been tellin’ people I hate you?”

“What?” Your hands almost drop the controller, but you regain control just quick enough to roll out of the way of a grenade. “No.”

“Kirishima said Tetsutetsu told him that Kendo told him that Tokage told her that you told her I hated you.”

If you weren’t nervous, you’d tell Katsuki you were surprised he even knew all those names. “I didn’t say that. I just said we weren’t friends.”

There’s an awfully long pause. You can still hear the sounds from the game, and the chatter of everyone else in the apartment—Hanta’s trying to rap?—but not a word from your couch partner. If it weren’t for the screen in front of you, you’d be nervously biting your nails or just full on escaping, honestly. Not that you’re scared of Katsuki, at least not more than one should be, but…

Well, the truth is you did see him as a friend. Or, screw it, as more than that, if those little arrhythmias you observed in yourself every time he would raise his hand in greeting when he passed you on campus were any indication. And you know it’s going to hurt—it already does—to hear him confirm the same thing that you told everyone when they asked. That you meant very little to him, in the long term.

“We’re not friends, huh?” he finally says, as more of an inquiry than you’d expected it to sound.

Your mouth feels dry, but you don’t stop staring straight ahead, spamming X to whack someone over the head with a bat. “Um. Are we?”

“Isn’t this your favorite game?” he shoots back, as though that answers your question.

“Yes? So?”

Another pause. You climb up to the roof of some building and emote pointlessly before hopping down and ducking behind a bush to heal. Katsuki lets out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, dashing across an abandoned minefield. 

“So,” he snarks, “I only bought it after you told me it was your favorite.”

Faintly, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot. Is that true? That can’t be true, can it? The timing does line up. You think it was back in the first week of October that you mentioned it, and then by Halloween you’d already played several rounds. Between that and losing to Momo in several games of pool, finals month had flown by.

But…

“I didn’t even tell you that.” Your voice comes out meek, and even though you’re in a safe space now, you’re still too nervous to turn your head and look at him. “I was talking to Shoto.” You’d even been half sure that Shoto wasn’t really registering what you were saying, with Ochako an inch away from him shrieking starships were meant to fly-y-y-y-y directly into his ear.

Katsuki grunts. “I was there, wasn’t I?”

If you wrack your memory, you can sort of remember it. He was…on Ochako’s other side? When she got drunk, she usually wanted to whack something, and Katsuki’s arm had been her victim that day, her palm smacking against his elbow at every other sung word.

The heat from your ears travels down to your neck. Over the singing and over everyone else’s conversations, was he paying attention to…you?

“I appreciate it,” you squeak quickly, wincing when you’re shot in the leg, “I mean, that was nice. Thank you. I just—I didn’t think you wanted me telling people we were friends, after what happened to—”

“If you bring up Monoma, I’ll take away your blanket,” he threatens; it makes you chuckle weakly. “You’re not that shithead. He pisses me off. You’re…you know.” You don’t know, actually. “You.”

Yeah, you’re you. You play games with him. You know his friends. You’re the only one who can try to outdance Eijiro to Rasputin in Just Dance. What does any of that have to do with…

“Do you think I ever fuckin’ carried that dick’s bag to class?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you think I had his stupid long ice cream order memorized? Pistachios, on the sides only,” he mimics, and you huff in an affronted sort of way, defensive of your topping choices. “Telling people to shut up so that I could hear what he was saying? Turning up the heat and burning up everyone in the apartment just to keep him warm? Was I inviting him to my place every two weeks just to fuckin’ watch him play Kingdom Hearts 3?”

And so, you finally look to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks are red, and his gaze is still on the television. His thumbs move furiously against the controller, and you have to bite your lip to prevent a quiet you’re really cute, you know that? from carelessly slipping from your mouth.

“But, to be fair,” you attempt, still confused, “you don’t exactly do all of that for your other friends either, Katsuki.”

At your words, he slouches into his seat more, the creases on his forehead deepening as an uncharacteristic frown—a frown, not a scowl—forms on his face. One would think you’d just told him you hated his guts. 

“Yeah.“ His glare flickers over to you for a moment. “Exactly.”

There’s a blast from the TV and a realization that hits you at the same time. 

You’re not his friend. He doesn’t see you as a friend.

The heat finally reaches your cheeks, and your mouth falls open slightly.��

Then, realizing something else, your head immediately snaps back to the screen to see that blast sound had actually been your character getting blown up. 

Your mouth falls open. You’d looked away for a few seconds at best. Which aces are in the lobby tonight?

“I lost,” you tell him, crestfallen. 

Katsuki snorts. “I didn’t.”

He keeps playing, and your cheeks don’t take any time to cool down. Instead, you stare at him while he’s distracted trying to escape the same vicious bastards who hunted you down, and you note that his face doesn’t look any less heated either. For once, it’s clearly not because he’s just getting into the game.

You wonder if that was ever the case at all, or if he just felt the same striking little jolt you did everytime you two accidentally bumped into each other while playing on this exact couch.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” The announcement comes out a bit louder than you expected. “I’ll probably head back.”

“I don’t think so.” Without breaking his eyes away from the TV, he nudges his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Uraraka’s dead on her feet, and you’re not walkin’ back alone.”

Has he always purposely caused the fluttering in your chest? “Okay, well. Izuku’s still awake, I’ll just take his bed for now.”

Katsuki’s tongue clicks in a fuck-around-and-find-out kind of way. “Alright. Put the controller back before you go.”

“Fine. Where’s the, uh…” You turn your head this way and that, looking for the little box that they all go in.

“On my right,” he offers casually, not a hint on his face that he essentially just confessed to you.

Feeling a little spiteful, you reach to the side, blanket and all, instead of just standing up and going behind the couch like you would any other day. Purposefully blocking his view of the screen as you reach over him to toss the controller into the box, you smirk slightly when another blast signals that he’s died as well.

Only to yelp when a firm arm shoves you down against his chest.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, red eyes glittering in amusement as he watches you struggle on his lap, “I lost too.”

Tokage is going to hear a very different story tomorrow. “And how’s that my problem?”

His grip tightens, fingers gently digging into the thick cloth of the blanket that’s draped over you. “I wanna play again. And I’m cold.”

There’s a small, dumb grin on his face that you’d consider kissing off if it wasn’t mirrored by an equally dumb one of yours. You’re pretty sure Katsuki’s never ever complained about the cold in his apartment. But then, he’s never complained about the heat either. If he wants to be a sauna under you, who are you to deny him? Besides, you’re feeling cold too, you might as well just take advantage of the free insulation.

From the table, in the midst of pouring something that looks like cookie batter into a bowl, Kyoka raises her brow at the sight of you, then pats Tenya’s arm and points. 

He mouths something like, “Finally.”

Face burning once more, you bury your face in Katsuki’s neck, and relax in his hold while he presses X to replay.

#bakugo x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #valkyrie stories

[eris-snow]

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, todoroki shennigans, fluff, sweet, funny, humour, swearing

Todoroki conducts a highly scientific experiment and has come to prove that his highly scientific hypothesis is indeed correct.

Bakugou's going soft. Prove me wrong.

I mean, if you look at it with blinders, it's hard to see where he's coming from, but Todoroki can assure you that this is not just a theory anymore.

Can science explain how Bakugou's features simply melt when you kiss him? Can math explain how unexplainable his actions are towards you without the expression called love?

Shoto doesn't think the universe can explain a soft Bakugou. And that's why he's here to explain it for you-

"Todoroki, was it necessary to draw the blinds-."

"Yes."

Bakugou loves you to bits. Whether it's buying your favourite food back or loving little gestures, whether it's prioritising your safety even when on the battlefield...Bakugou's rough edges are slowly but sure smoothening out.

Not for everyone, of course, as Shoto has deduced. He still gets on the blond's bad sides and for some reason, he refuses to be called bestie, but hey, at least there's no punch to the face anymore.

Bakugou makes sure to walk on the outer side of the pavement. He makes sure to kiss you good night and whenever it's raining, he holds the umbrella for you so you can walk hands-free.

When you're sick, he goes all cabin fever and cooks for you. He checks your temperature and if you're feeling up to it, he'll explain the homework to you and show you your next few assignments.

He calls you Sunshine, which is so soft and nice compared to his other nicknames such as:

"ICYHOT, DID YOU MIX MY SHIRT WITH YOURS? MY SHIRT IS PINK NOW YOU HALF-BRAINED, TWO-QUIRKED PEPPERMINT BITCH-"

(Oh shit-)

There are stars in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and Shoto bets his father's black card that your boyfriend is already saving up for a ring, one as special and unique as you because you do way too much for the lovesick idiot.

You apologise for him.

You put up with him. (Mad respect.)

Everyone acts like being with Bakugou is such a dream, but being his partner is not easy.

Flaws that take time to be corrected are the separation marks for most couples, and the fact that you stayed by his side to build him up from his fucked-up asshole self takes more mental strength than any superficial fan could imagine.

Is Bakugou going soft? Absolutely.

"That brings me to the end of my presentation." Shoto bows, facing his class.

There are way too many crinkles on Aizawa's forehead. "The presentation was supposed to be on the latest news in the Hero community." His teacher says flatly. "Not another collection to your conspiracy theory folder."

Shoto is about to respond, before Bakugou speaks up first.

"YOU THINK I'M GOING SOFT—?"

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[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots (1k+ words)

Bakugo Katsuki

I Know Places - escaping the cameras with your pro hero boyfriend

Rock and Roll, Buckaroo! - ghost hunting with the bakusquad

willow - revenge date against your ex goes awry, so guess who shows up instead

blood moonlit, must be counterfeit - a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

...but I don't like a gold rush - you're dynamight's publicist and, by some joke by fate, you fell in love with him. you're pissed about it.

don't even know, i'm talkin' nonsense - on his way back from a patrol shift, your boss gets hit with a mystery quirk that affects his speech. you're the only one in the office who can help him.

can I say that? - you tell katsuki he's pretty. he doesn't know how to respond.

Takami Keigo

**I Can See You - meet cute? more like meet SEXY

Jump Then Fall - what happens when you try to outrun your boyfriend and the fastest hero in history?

**Maroon - he leaves a real fuckin' legacy over you

Aizawa Shota

Safe & Sound - healing him during the fight with shigaraki

Kirishima Eijiro

I Think He Knows - 7 minutes in heaven meets mutual pining

Blurbs/Drabbles

Bakugo Katsuki

Call It What You Want - wearing his initial on a chain around your neck

Lavender Haze - all they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride

Karma - karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god

Any Man of Mine - katsuki is confused by 90s american country

Timeless - in those photos, i saw us instead

gym crush!bakugo

Todoroki Shoto

You're an Idiot - he keeps falling through your window with concerning amounts of blood

Takami Keigo

good chemistry - hawks with a chemist!reader

Imagines/HCs

Electric Touch - first date with pro hero chargebolt

The Very First Night - blind dating with katsuki, shoto, and izuku

Polish Up Real Nice! - selfcare with the boys

crown prince!touya todoroki

racer!bakugo showing off his favorites

bakugo takes you to prom

Series Masterlists

More Than It Seams - you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!shoto x reader, completed!)

The Joker and the Queen - in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas.

#irisintheafterglow masterlist #mha x you #mha x reader

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling incest, just wanted a reason to write dabixsister smut, filth, non con, agedup!reader, prohero!reader, dub con, turn back now while you still can, slightly naive reader, nicknames used, degradation, cannibalism mentioned in passing, cunnilingus, 18+ only, children protect thine eyes and avert your gaze to something sweeter

Words: 1619

Summary: Uh oh, looks like Dabi has finally caught you.

“Pretty girl” Dabi cooes before his tongue makes a long, flat strip along the slit of your pussy making you meal and arch your hips up to meet his mouth “My pretty girl.”

God how corrupt he was. So much so that he didn’t care that he dragged his baby sister along to damnation.

Fuck did it feel good though as his fingers dig into the swell of your ass, controlling your movements. The strong, long muscle of his tongue fucking your cunt into oblivion. You didn’t care about forsaking your family when Dabi was between your legs having himself a grand ol’ time making you cry out his name.

He was cruel in his affections. Though Dabi made sure it was a cruelty that had your thighs quacking and ass clenching in his palms.

You feel like your clit is about ready to combust from his abuse of it. Dealing it nips with his teeth when you tried to move away from him. A small punishment compared to the lovebites that trail along the inside of your thighs. There’d be no way to hide them with the tights of your usual costume. Dabi dealt with them quickly.

Face burning from the intensity of his lips. The slight slippery texture of the staples along his mouth felt every now and then.

You try and crawl away from him for the upteenth time, but Dabi's fingers dug harder into the muscles of your thighs. He made sure you weren't going anywhere until he was done.

You tried fighting against him. The entirety of your fight you mentally chastise yourself for falling for Dabi's trap. For a while you'd been able to evade him in this cat and mouse game. Shoto would be able to talk you out of confronting Dabi in whatever dark corner he was lurking in.

Wanting to apprehend him before he hurts the rest of your family drove you to seek him out. As long as he lived you and Shoto would never be able to break free from the harm Enji Todoroki as long as Dabi lived. He would hold this against not just the man he had main beef with, but harmless Natsuo and Fuyumi too. Dabi would keep reminding the public what Endeavor did to his wife and kids and how the world would now pay for it.

Tried resisting the urge to fall for his taunts, his mocking little names that he attached to you. Your older brother needed to be stopped. And if anyone could go toe to toe with Dabi, it was possibly you. Endeavor was still wary about fighting his own son whom he'd thought dead. And while Shoto possessed his half and half quirk, the heat of his flames couldn't compare to Dabi's bright blue.

However, the heat of your blinding white flames could give Dabi a run for his money.

Heat and combustion converge to birth a transcendent luminosity. Well, that was how Shoto often described it. You never knew he was a poet.

That night just wasn't your night.

You were already running low on fumes by the time you encountered Dabi.

It was like he was waiting for this perfect opportunity where you weren't in peak condition to detect his footsteps approaching. Not even the reek of cigarettes that clung to him tipped you off.

Now you found it near impossible. Body betraying every rational thought that was trying to breach past the surface as he devoured you from the inside out. Plus he threatened using a quirk-destroying drug on you. The very same that robbed the now pro-hero known as Lemillion when he was younger.

The prospect of losing your quirk was worse than being assaulted. You didn't know what he would do once you were caught. Never thinking it could become reality. Initially you think maybe he'll kill you and throw your corpse at Endeavor and Shoto's feet. Rub in another victory for the villains.

Hungry. So fucking hungry Dabi was when the moment came where he finally caught you. You were fast, like a shooting star, when you used your fire quirk to propel yourself through the sky. Like Endeavor did. But Dabi wanted it more. Since first reconnecting with his beloved sister, it was all Dabi could think of. His dreams were plagued by your sweet mewls.

Fingers rip away the material of the bottom of your uniform with vengeful talons.

The same fingers that now delve past your sopping wet folds that have a vice squeeze around the digits as you squeal, attempting once more to put distance between you and Dabi yet also bucking your hips against his fingers.

What scared you most about this whole thing was how mind numbingly amazing he was making you feel.

Oh it was fucked up for sure that he made you sob and cry from the pleasure that choked you. His obscene slurping of your pussy actually accomplished in making you more wet.

The first man to touch you like this. . . and it was Touya of all people. Your older brother. Someone who was supposed to protect you.

You feel sick like you're on the verge of throwing up. But each time you think you were going to hurl, a surge of pleasure courtesy of Dabi's tongue and fingers pulled you from the brink. Felt like he was giving you whiplash as you went from crawling out of your skin in disgust and earth shattering ecstasy.

Did you want him to stop? Yes. . . No. . . You didn't know anything anymore. Your life was already terrible in the past and you barely just finished healing from what Endeavor put the family through. This was something not even your therapist should know about.

When you try to cover your face from the heat of your own shame, Dabi hisses and viciously bites your labia. Up until then you'd been moderately quiet but that bite caused you to cry out loud.

"Nuh-uh. Let me see your fucking face, Miss Hero. Wanna see the dumb expression on it when I make you come." He takes another vicious nip to your labia, making sure you would obey unless you wanted your pussy to become his chew toy. Tremors run through your arm as it slides away from your face to reveal the beads of tears that accumulate in your eyes and the bright red hue of your cheeks. Your bottom lip is chewed raw from your efforts to remain quiet.

How pathetic. You were supposed to be a prohero yet there you were splayed out in front of your villainous brother.

When your thighs seize and your body quakes, your head grows hazy and so light that you think you'll faint. Your orgasm ricochets in your bones, slick walls of your cunt convulsing around Dabi's fingers. That shit eating grin flaming wider across that it puts stress on the staples that hold his face together.

"Haa. . ." A breath is exhaled from him as he cruelly slides his finger out of you, fighting against your vice grip on them. "What would our father have to say about your behavior?" The crotch of his pants grow uncomfortable, the head of his cock smooshed against his zipper. Oh, the thought of Endeavor finding the both of you in this compromising position got him even harder. The shock that would seize the face of Japan's number one hero.

And if the rest of the world found out, well better for Dabi. Everyone would know that you belong to him. That he alone tainted the baby of the Todoroki family. The Spare Twin that no one cared much for. Your big brother doubts there's anyone in the world who adores and loves you more than he does.

His thumb smears the mess of your pussy across your puffed and tender. Enjoying the way you whine and squirm as he continues to overstimulate your already tender cunt. He knew you would be delicious, but never anticipated you being this fucking good. Dabi didn't want to pull away but there was more fun to be had before anyone goes looking for you.

For a moment he thinks back to the phone in his back pocket. A titillating idea comes to his mind of taking a picture of you in this state and anonymously sending it to Endeavor's agency.

Dabi wanted to enjoy this moment though. Possibly for the first time in years, Dabi manages to push Endeavor far out of his mind. Instead he lets himself be consumed by the sight of your chest heaving and the bright red that rose to your cheeks. You half-heartedly glare at him. He had half the mind to steal you. Take you away. Tomura highly advised against it. While you weren't the show stopper like Shoto, you were still very important to the public eye. They didn't need the heroe's efforts growing tenfold because a fellow prohero was kidnapped by them.

Instead, Dabi would just have to take what he could get and attempt to display discipline though he felt like a ravenous animal as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Your body radiates heat against his tongue, salt from your sweat delighting his taste buds. How on earth was it possible for someone to taste so good? It made him contemplate cannibalism. Would your meat taste just as good?

His hand lands on his belt, contemplating the pretty mess he's made of you. He'd have to wait until next time to truly claim you.

Leaning down to your pussy lips one more, Dabi gives it a passionate kiss that has you squealing once more. "Until next time, Miss Hero."

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #dabi todoroki #my hero academia dabi #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #tw dark content #tw dark themes #tw dark fic #mha fanfic #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader

[katsukikitten]

Chapter Three | TW: suicidal thoughts .

He doesn't buy you coffee.

In fact he avoids you for two weeks straight.

Still you're on his mind a lot, especially when he tries to quiet it. He growls, fisting the fabric of his pants as he sits with his back to the perfect view.

He wanted to take it in, wanted to breathe in the biting, crisp air that came with higher altitudes, it was much better than the smog and pollution of the ever waking city.

He wanted to look over the tree line, how green still clung to deep, rich bark jutting from the rough gray surface of the mountain and how some looked like skeletal fingers. Ever reaching out to the sky wishing to be whole again.

Alive.

Instead he sees you, the disgust on your face when you're met with his hostility. How you side eye him whenever you make it back into your apartment and each time Bakugou stares after you like a fucking idiot who's too proud to apologize.

Worst yet he sees his friends, sees Denki with tear stained cheeks faking a smile the first time Bakugou caught him hiding it.

"M alright. Really Bakubro." Moments before Bakugou pulled him into a hug and Denki fisted his shirt and practically howled as he sobbed.

He must have been holding it in way too long.

He thinks of Kirishima, thinks of his friend's throat closing and lungs solidifying in a moment's notice in his panic. Thinks of talking him through it, of forcing the extra inhaler Bakugou kept on him into Kirishima's mouth for the medicine to do its job.

Of Izuku staring blankly into the cityscape, looking out over it and how the police sirens wailed in the distance. An ever present noise that most drowned out. Bakugou followed him up to the roof especially since Shoto was tucked away into a medically induced coma in hopes he'd heal faster. Bakugou never was good with words so he just watched with his clouded and clear eyes.

But he'll never forget Izuku turning to face him, face blank, eyes empty even as salty tears weep from his big dull eyes in a steady stream.

"Maybe you were right, Kaachan. I should have done a swan dive off the roof since I can't save anyone at all."

Bakugou thought he'd never moved faster, grabbing at Izuku's shirt and pulling him from the edge. Holding him close even as Izuku went limp in his arms.

His hands pop, scars burning as if the guilt were as every part of his nerve damage as the jagged tissue under his skin.

"You know, meditation isn't about clearing your head. It's about acknowledging the thoughts you're having."

Bakugou's eyes shoot open then, snarl on his lips, he'd come up here on his own but half way through he realized he was being followed.

Clair sits directly across from him, her own eyes closed.

"Wondering when you were gonna come outta hiding."

"I wasn't hiding at all." She quips, her breathing deep and even, mind calm as far as Bakugou could tell.

He scoffs, stretching, having grown stiff from how he sat before he lets himself fall onto his back.

Staring up at the clouds that float lazily through the atmosphere. He thinks how lucky the vapor is. To constantly have purpose and to actually fucking fulfill it. Each part of it's cycle clear and concise.

A stray rain drop hits his chest and he thinks of Izuku again. Of Ei, of Denks, of Sho, of Ochako, of all the people who soaked his shirt with their tears.

And how powerless he was to stop it.

He closes his eyes to try to dissipate the mounting frustration. Something blurry stands to his right.

His fucking blind spot.

It's not the right size or shape and again his body moves on its own. Arm coming up palm out already detonating an explosion before he can even pull in a breath.

He's on his feet, eyes snapped open facing the threat as the sound of his instincts echo around the open valley below. Birds take flight and a few trees crack and pop, falling as they snap from the force of his quirk.

But the shape isn't there anymore, now standing in his good peripheral and he adjusts slightly, hardly noticeable if one wasn't experienced in fighting.

"So much for not leaving a trace huh?" Clair looks over the damage although not with her milky eyes, it echoes back to her through the soles of her feet. She turns to him, hands behind her back, "You know you're very perceptive."

"Ya keep fuckin saying that and then don't tell me what the fuck it means." He growls, fingers splayed out as if he were getting into a fight.

"You can see. You just chose not to. You let it panic you." Clair tilts her head as she assesses him, her eyes make him uncomfortable. Not because of how they looked, never, he had his own milky eye he saw in the mirror every day.

No her eyes seem to cut right through him, a scalpel that traced along the seam of his soul making him seethe with each passing glance.

"Fuck off! I don't." Palms glowing orange and when he realizes what he's doing he shakes his hands.

He can't believe how much progress he's lost in his temper for the past three months.

He'd almost spent two months here and still no progress forward. All fucking backward, the thought mocking him as he counts down from ten.

He gets to five before she speaks again.

"When was the last time you've gotten laid?"

"You're fuckin joking."

"I'm not. You're wound tight. Too tight. But your eye is so open." She reaches out, hand hovering over his scarred cheek before he grabs onto her wrist and shoves her arm away with enough force she actually staggers.

Clair in her stocky strong stance, moved off balance and she smiles.

It had been a long time since she felt unsteady on her feet and even longer when she was sensed while she stood behind the veil.

In the in-between where she could see in full detail that most didn't even know existed. She flicks her long braid over her shoulder.

"Boy-"

"You're not even four years my senior." He snaps, "And technically I'm your senior since ya weren't even a hero til your late twenties."

"You did your homework." She smiles, he scoffs and she doesn't need the veil to know he's snarling, "You need an outlet, working out, training. It's not enough.

"What are you suggesting?" He glares at her and she stares, unblinking.

"That you find someone to have a connection with."

"I've got connections. Friends." He scoffs, eyes shifting and focusing on the damage he'd done. Several trees fallen over, the smell of sap floating in the air competing with the smell of damp wood.

The fine was going to be heavy and he planned to double the cost of it for his donation even if no one ever found out what caused such damage to these old trees.

Bakugou comes back to look at her and her face says it all. When she opens her mouth to voice her thoughts he cuts her off.

"Fuck love." It's sharp, jagged and raw. A tic forms in his jaw as he clenches his teeth.

"I'm not telling you to fall in love. I'm telling you to open your heart." She rolls her eyes, "Really open it Bakugou. You have friends, yes but I have a feeling that they are far more open and vulnerable with you than you are with them. Especially as of late."

She walks past him, purposefully going to pass his right as he moves his body to keep her away from falling out of sight. He's so tense, shifting his weight and looking more like a predator following prey in tall grass than a collected, assessing hero.

She stands on the cliff's edge and it makes Bakugou nervous, makes the scene flicker and all he can see is shitty Deku for a moment. She isn't in arm's length if something happens, he comes closer keeping her to the left of him.

"The world born in chaos seeks balance." She takes another step, and another. Stopping only when the edge of the rock digs into the arch of her foot as she distributes her weight, "If it's tipped too much…"

She starts to fall as she leans forward and Bakugou yanks her back by her tight hero costume, she almost falls backward but Bakugou steadies her. Hand on her back and the other on her solar plexus to keep her from falling too far forward from his rough adjustments. Panting uneven breaths, about to growl a threat when she finishes speaking.

"One could fall." She's smiling at him, standing perfectly still now. Silence weighs heavy between them, Bakugou trying to keep the tremble out of his arms as a flash of emerald curls clouds his mind again.

Finally his breathing evens enough for his anger to take root again, lips parting to berate his supposed mentor.

But she speaks first.

"Did you see the height of the river? The snow caps must be melting." Clair says before she steps out of his grip, "I'll see you in two days. And I mean it Bakugou, two full days of rest."

She starts to walk down the trail but all Katsuki can think about is the river, could she hear it? How could she tell it was higher than normal without the visual cues of the choppiness of the current or the swallowed banks?

When he thinks she's far enough down the mountain he goes to the cliff's edge, glaring over the view to see trees that normally wouldn't grow within any depth of water swelling from the flow of water that beat against its tough bark.

He looks back down the trail and for a fleeting moment he thinks he can see a blurry outline in his right eye. Between the trees a woman with a long braid moves with the grace of a cat.

Bakugou stews in the negative emotion.

Marinates in it.

Letting it wrap it's thin sharp fingers around his bones and burning him from his marrow outward. As if he were rotting from the inside out, turning to dust on the wind.

He roughly swipes over his scar, suddenly the long sleeve of his winter outfit is bothering it. Harshly pushing the fabric to his elbow and it alleviates some of the discomfort but not all of it. Hiding his pout behind the high neck of his body con suit, stalking the streets as he makes his way home.

He didn't bother wearing his cowl and mask, no one seemed to know who he was, that or they didn't seem to care. That was the case the last time he was here and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thankful for it.

The busy streets packed with people that just want to get through life without any trouble.

With ease.

To follow their purpose like the rain that still threatens to burst from the gathering clouds overhead. As if the gray cloud followed him from the mountain.

Hell probably from Japan.

On almost every corner there was a liquor, each having something different on sale but the last one before his shitty apartment had a sale on wine.

His eye burns and his fingers twitched, maybe wine would be a better olive branch as he stalks into the store. The chime rings out overhead but no one welcomes him or bothers to look up.

Bakugou liked being a ghost here. It allows him to blend in even with his bulking size and burning eyes.

With his scary fissure snaking down the majority of his body. A woman in the corner glances at him before she looks away quickly, staring at the vodka as if it could talk.

So maybe he wasn't fully a ghost, catching his reflection in the warped view of the security mirror that seems to exaggerate his features.

It's almost enough to make him walk away until he thinks of you, who kept eye contact with his good eye.

Not even glancing at his scar or his hazed eye.

He grabs a red and then a fruity Moscoto. Most people either hated or loved a good red wine, at least with the Moscoto it would be sweet.

His empty apartment greets him and since you helped him with his door, he imagines you saying welcome home all sweet before he shakes it off.

Wine on the counter, a quick shower and a few replies to his friends on his phone, he's finally ready to confront you.

Low hung dark gray sweats, charcoal pullover, the two wine bottles in one hand and two glasses waiting on the counter in the apartment that you'll hopefully step into.

Had he been smarter he would have asked the liquor store clerk where he could get a good ass greasy pizza from but instead he was going to have to man the fuck up and ask you for help on not just one.

But two things.

And yes, Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Dynamight, who ranked Number One for eight years straight, still couldn't figure out how the fuck to build his Ikea couch.

Katsuki is a bit nervous when he knocks on your door, hulking in the threshold as he swallows thickly. A large part of him hopes you aren't home, that you won't come to peek through the crack the chain creates. Then he wouldn't have to worry about choking to death on his pride.

Luck was not on his side as you glare through the chain, opening the door with your arms crossed.

"No. I don't have your bed frame or mattress." It's clipped and tone biting but nothing as harsh as the glare you give him.

He sighs trying to calm his racing heart, was it always this hard to talk to people?

To someone he might actually be fucking attracted to?

"I ain't here about the damn package." He grits his teeth, looking you in the eyes "Look the other day-"

He stops abruptly, leaving a heavy pause to linger in the air as he realizes he never bothered to remember your introduction.

You catch on quickly, watch him shift his weight uncomfortably and spy the olive branch he's hiding when the glass clinks together from his movement.

Cat smile blooming on your plush lips as you delight in his squirming.

"So you forgot my name? What do you want to call me?" It's playful but there is some ire in your eyes that he's mindful of, "Little thief? Bitch?"

"No!" He growls too quickly, too loud, "No." It's softer this time.

"Look, sweetheart I'm not trying to-"

"You call every woman you see sweetheart?" He can see you're trying to bait him now and he scoffs, before his own smirk dances on his lips.

"I only call the pretty ones sweetheart. That or Princess." He leans closer, so you won't have to crane your neck as much to look up at him, "So which do ya want, Princess?"

"Either is fine." You purr, "Now, get back to begging me for help. Go on, grovel."

He laughs, loudly and it's infectious, makes your stomach flutter. He didn't seem the type to burst out so genuinely, to tilt his head back just a bit before pressing closer.

Any other person might have taken a step back if a large man imposed on their personal space but you decided he smelled far too good to resist. His body wash mixing with his spicy sweet musk was dizzying.

Like a sip of heady whisky that burns your throat just right.

You keep your feet planted where they are and giggle softly.

He decides quickly he likes the sound of your pretty little laugh briefly be wonders what other sounds you make.

"Yea? Ya want me to beg?" He chuckles darkly, "Normally I make pretty girls beg first. But just for you…"

He steps back, holding out the wine for you to see.

"Come over and help my dumb ass build this fuckin couch." He sighs as if the next part is harder to admit, grumbling it even, "Help me find good take out. I've been eating shit food all week."

"Hmm I dunno." You cock your hand on your hip, bringing your manicured fingers to your chin, pretending to think as you tap your soft skin, "I didn't hear a please."

"Fuckin hell." He shakes his head with a smirk, leaning close, trying to keep himself from whispering it in your ear, "Please, Princess."

Why the hell was he flirting with his pretty neighbor?

The answer was obvious. Because you made it easy.

A victorious smile on your face as you push him back just enough that you can step outside of your apartment to close the door.

"I guess I can help. But you've gotta buy."

"Done."

You're quick to take charge and surprisingly, Bakugou is quick to obey.

Helping him rearrange the parts as you looked up an English PDF on your phone after some rough google searches. Reading the directions step by step and telling him exactly how much of each part he would need beforehand.

After the better part of two hours, a bottle and a half of wine, and two large everything pizzas from Tonio's later, the dark green and expensive couch was finally built.

"Move it to the left a little." With ease he picks up the couch, still following your orders and stupidly mindful of the shitty hardwood floors so that the feet wouldn't scratch the surface. Before he sets it down, your mouth quirks to the side as you look to see if the couch lines up with the island in the kitchen.

"A smidge more." Your brow furrows in concentration, it makes you look undeniably cute. Makes his heart stutter.

"I think you just like to watch me pick it up, Sweetheart."

"Maaaaybeee." You giggle, "Maybe I just want the room perfect."

"Yea?" He sets the couch down, "That mean you'll visit me if my bachelor pad is in order?"

"I dunno, you've got such a large blood stain by the window. How can I trust you?" A glint to your eyes as you pretend to be scared of him, shifting so he's opposite of you each time he makes a move towards you.

"Guess you can't." He lunges for you over the couch and you squeal as his strong arms wrap around your middle and pin you to the couch.

The wine makes both of you bold before it takes Bakugou a second to realize that your breath is fanning his lips. Quickly he puts you both into a seated position before he plants his hands firmly onto his dark gray sweats. Wiping the sudden dampness from his palms onto the fabric.

You clear your throat.

"Soooo you're not gonna ask me to stay for a movie?" You pull the blanket that was on the back of the couch onto your lap, fluffing it on him as well, "To test out the couch I helped build?"

"Are you sure you can trust me?" He tilts his head to you, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Maybe I'm into psycho killers." He snorts at your answer but turns on the TV and flips through the channels until he passes a title that catches your eye.

"Stop stop!" You grip at his arm as he stops, "Back two!"

"You're fuckin jokin." He groans, going back two like you said and selecting the movie you wanted.

"What?! You don't like pretty woman?!"

"I've seen it a million fuckin times. My ma made me watch it any chance she got." Annoyance in his tone but you see the warmth in his eyes.

"She's got good taste." You smirk before making yourself at home. Like a stray cat that walked in and acted like it belonged.

Like the cat had always been there.

And maybe you had.

Curling into his side and sighing softly as you two had just missed the opening scene but not more than five minutes into the movie.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulls you closer and you relax even more. Relishing his warmth.

About halfway through the movie his phone blares from his pocket. He growls, fishing it from his right side pocket, about to ignore the call until he reads the caller ID.

He pauses the movie.

"M sorry. Gotta take it. Don't move." He stands from the couch and steps into the kitchen, it's not far, you'll definitely be able to overhear his half of the conversation but he was pretty sure you didn't know Japanese anyway. Mainly he wanted to be able to keep an eye on you, oddly enjoying your company.

"Denks?" No mean nickname, not when the bubbly Denki is calling at 3am Japan time, "Ya alright, Denki?"

Just barely Bakugou can hear how breathless he is, almost panting. Bakugou can faintly hear the nightlife of the city and the thunder that rolls across the phone line.

"I-" It feels stuck in Kaminari's throat, like he can't catch his breath. His deep scar tissue lights up with electricity that begs to meet the charge of the sky. A positive ever reaching out to a negative, it explains why he's always so restless. He chokes on a sob, Kaminari was just so fucking tired.

"Yer okay. Gotta remember to breathe." Bakugou's voice is rough but there's no bite to it, he shows Denki how by taking a deep breath through his nose, holding it for a second until he exhales deeply. Letting his body dispel the tension on its own. After a few controlled breaths Denki finally mimics his friend.

"There ya go. Ya with me?"

"Ye-yea." It's shaky, like he's been crying, like he didn't want to call Sero again or at all, like he knew that Bakugou was built like Atlas, "Just had that dream again."

It clicks for Katsuki then, he glances over at you and you take a sip of your wine, back still to him.

Immediately he knows what dream, the one where he relives somethings Denki wished he'd forget.

The one where Jiro and Sero almost died, trapped on a sinking ship while Denki was across the city before it plays all of his fears on loop. Bakugou's brush with death is there, Katsuki knows it is from how often Denki calls when it rains and they haven't had a chance to catch up.

"Ya wanna talk?"

"No. Yes. I dunno. I just-" It sounds stupid to Kaminari as he presses his palm into his eye until he sees a blooming galaxy chased by lightning, "I guess I just wanted to hear you. Make sure you're alive."

"M alive. Screamin and fuckin kickin." Katsuki let's the reassurance sink in before he goes to his gruff tone, "Why ya miss me? Ya buttering me up so I'll fly ya out here to eat twelve large pizzas again?"

Kaminari laughs for what feels like the first time in weeks, instantly feeling better as he pictures Bakugou sucking his teeth at him while Kaminari downs six large pizzas like he did three years ago when they were on a mission together in the same concrete jungle Bakugou stood in now.

"Yea. That's it. I'm calling to get that crispy pizza, you always go to the coolest places. It was six but I can try for twelve." Denki starts to calm, rain coming down in fat drops that slowly force him inside of his quiet apartment.

"Should've been a competitive eater." Katsuki teases before he gets serious again, "Ya still hitting maintenance? Your kal count is high for a good reason."

Denki would normally groan at Bakugou's nagging but tonight he's happy the hot head is being mother hen like he often would be.

"Today I didn't. Not much of an appetite."

"Well tomorrow's a new fuckin day. Ya better snap me all yer fuckin meals or I'll let Kyoka Kaminari know that someone isn't eating like he should." Katsuki's tone returns to playful but Denki knows there's truth in it.

Knows because Bakugou has shown up to his house before. Bullied his way in with plenty of homemade food before sitting Denki down and Kyoka to find out what the hell was wrong with Denki.

"Wow, that's cold to tell on me to my old lady." The electric blonde chuckles.

"I'm fuckin heartless remember? Now get to bed. Staying up half the night on your day off and you still can't beat my personal best on Mario kart."

"Ugh okay mom. I'll go to bed." Denki looks up at the sky, watches the lightning dance in the dark clouds, "You'll be home soon?"

He isn't sure why he asks Bakugou that, Denki knows it will be at least a year or so.

"Yea I'll be fuckin home soon. But if I come back and you're sticks and bones again. Imma kick your ass. Bed Dunceface." Bakugou hangs up with a finality and you dare to glance at him over your shoulder.

To see the angry knit to his brows that softens with worry the more he looks at his phone.

You look back to the paused screen quickly and take another sip of your Moscato.

Bakugou's fingers tap against the lit screen as he composed a message that he knows his friend will see in a few short hours.

Kaachan: Oi Deku, take shitty hair, duct tape, space cadet, alien head and dunce face to dinner for me would ya? Tell em it's my treat. I'll send the cash and you better send me the fuckin bill.

He comes back to the couch, settling into the comfortable cushions.

"Seems like they really needed you." You comment, setting your glass down that you used to keep your hands busy. You couldn't understand what he was saying but certain actions transcend language and helping someone breathe was one of them.

"Least I can do." He gruffs, looking at you for a second, taking in your beauty and he's just glad you don't look upset with him.

That you beam at him when he lets his fingers ghost over the soft skin of your arm.

That he's the cause of a smile for once.

From your view his smile looks pained and you try to keep yours as it was.

But it falters as realization washes over you.

"Are they there for you?" He sighs at your question, cracking his neck with a harsh tilt of his head.

"As much as they can be," a humorless snort "'ts not like I let 'em in"

His hand comes to squeeze at the nape of his neck and when his shirt lifts you can see the bruises on his stomach. He watches your face, follows your gaze.

"From work. Mentor won't tell me shit and hits almost as hard as Ei's unbreakable."

"Underground fighter?"

"Psycho killer, remember? Since that's what you're into." Bakugou likes that you didn't even think hero, still he doesn't like to tell a lie, even if it was by omission and it made you giggle, "Hero actually."

"Hero? Really?" You squint like you can't see it and he playfully shoves you when you can't keep a straight face.

"Really. Overseas." It was nice you didn't know what Bakugou was or what his past may hold. He lets his eyes fall over you, drink you in and he decides he likes you better than the cheap wine.

Much better and he tries to swallow down his bitter thoughts, that maybe you were just too good at playing dumb.

Still your pretty eyes were like a truth serum and he tells you about his day despite himself not wanting to.

"Apparently, a bad one. I can't even fuckin meditate properly." He rolls his eyes.

"Why don't you try that." You point to the kitchen and all he sees are empty pizza boxes and wine bottles.

"More wine? More pizza?" It's not a joke, he really doesn't know what you mean. Still you giggle.

"No, the breathing. Like you did with uh…Denki?" You were hoping you said it right, you'd only assumed it was his friend's name since he said it a few times but it wasn't as if you understand Japanese.

"Yea Denki, Denks. Ya want me to breathe deeply?" This time his gaze is serious, boring into your eyes and you swallow thickly.

"I'll do it with you." The wine mixed with the rom com has your guard all the way down climbing into his lap to straddle him without thought. Hands at his ribs that gently squeeze while his large palms find rest on your hip and thigh.

He looks up at you, eye hazy from the booze. Normally Bakugou would shove a woman away if she straddled him or touched him first. He didn't like the idea of someone over him, of being 'pinned' even if he knew he wasn't.

But your weight is comfortable on his lap. Welcoming even as your manicured hands rest on his ribs hovering over them as if you wanted him to take deep enough breaths for his ribs to touch your palms.

He isn't sure why he does it but he pulls in air deeply through his nose until his chest expands enough to touch you.

"Very good." Your praise does something to him, makes him feel more drunk than he is. He wants to hear it again and releases his held breath when you squeeze the tender meat at his side, "Again."

Pulling in air, holding it for a few seconds and letting out longer and heavier sighs. He never felt this relaxed before, begins to wonder if this is your quirk but his gut tells him otherwise.

That it's just you and who you are. A softness under a prickly surface, kinda like him. Except Katsuki was sure his softness was shriveling up.

Dying.

"Now close your eyes." This earns you a glare, the spell starting to break but you're sure he's so close to relaxing enough he could meditate like his mentor asked. You aren't sure why you care so much, why the idea of him shifting and taking you off of his lap bothers you so you bring your hands to where he can see them.

"I can put them here." You place your hands on his shoulders close enough to the juncture of his neck that your fingers brush over his scar. He bristles and you do too, not from disgust but from worry.

From delight on how his bare skin feels on yours.

"Maybe that's too close to your throat." You murmur, sliding your hands down to rest on his thick biceps, "Does this bother you?"

You squeeze his right side harder, "If it's tingling or biting I can hold your shirt."

"It's fine." His gruff answer, his scar tingling for a different reason now, he'd never had someone who was gentle with him that didn't have pity clouding their eyes. Aimed at him as if he needed it.

Like he was lesser or pathetic.

He swallows down the thought and slowly, so slowly lets his eyes flutter closed.

"Now what Sweetheart?" His voice is dark, mind racing but your firm grip on his arms is grounding and with his bruising grip at your hips he feels more secure.

More prepared in case this is some long con where you take what little cash he has and never see him again.

Or worse sent to kill him.

The smell of your body wash is stronger now with his eyes closed and for a second Bakugou thinks

Well everyone has to die sometime.

"Now keep breathing. Like you were." Soft guiding voice, "That's it."

After a few minutes you lean forward, pressing your lips to the scar on his jaw. Cheek rubbing against some of the rough stubble he has and he stiffens beneath you. Holding his breath and when you bring your lips to kiss at the tip of his split ear his grip on you tightens like he's about to lift you off of his lap and toss you through the wall back to your own apartment.

"Wait." It's soft, maybe a little desperate and you hate it but he's so close. You don't know how you know but you feel it in your bones.

Gently covering his eyes with your hand before they snap open, letting them hover over his skin so that you won't put any pressure on his lids. Still one of his hands grabs onto your wrist with a deadly grip.

"If you open your eyes now, we'll have to start over again." Your voice is soft despite the pain shooting into your arm, soothing even. Katsuki notices your choice of words right away.

We

As if he wasn't alone.

He loosens his grip against your wrist, gently placing it on his shoulder for now before his hand drops back to your hip.

You press your lips to the scar just above his eyebrow and follow it all the way down to his jaw, stopping just before his throat. You assume he's sensitive about anything touching the skin there, just barely able to tell from how his collar is pulled lopsided and away from that side of his neck after coming back from talking to Denki.

You blow on it first and his own breath hitches, fanning warm air against him until his breathing is normal again. Pressing your lips to the thickest part of his scar and you wonder how he survived it at all.

Smoked caramel fills the air, thick enough to coat your throat. His hand is quick to come to the nape of your neck, instinct most likely from how his grip makes your vertebrae creak from the pressure and you stay still until it loosens.

Before his thumb gently caresses your skin and he returns back to the fat of your hip.

"You're okay. Doing so well for me." You whisper before leaning back, repeating it on his left side and he has no reflexes to speak of as you press your lips to him. Only stiffening when you get to his throat again, from the vulnerability, from the idea of you sucking dark circles onto his throat that has him trying so hard not to think about how your heat is pressed against his soft length. How at any second the switch could flip and his cock would ache from how hard he'd be.

"I'm going to move my hand now okay?" This time you start with his left side. Sliding it up his arm, fingers feathering over his jaw and cheeks. Trying not to get lost in how handsome he was.

How his scar added to that but you'd get to that side soon.

Pushing some of his ash blonde hair out of his face and watching his long lashes flutter, saving his throat for last.

Tracing over the veins beside his Adam's apple that bobs from your touch before you repeat it on the right side. This time tracing his scar with a lighter touch, watching a shiver run down his spine.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, pulling away some.

"No." Gruff tone but he keeps his eyes closed, "It's like a ghost sensation. Like you know something is touching you but you can't actually feel it."

You stop yourself from tracing his lips as badly as you want to, mind trying to distract you from the task at hand.

Although you weren't so sure why you were doing this little exercise with him, helping out a neighbor that was so terribly rude to you.

Maybe it was the wine amplifying the shared laughs earlier.

Maybe it was the sadness in his voice when he was talking to his friend in a foreign tongue.

You stop on his scar on his throat, splaying out your fingers before you slide alongside the juncture of his throat back to his shoulder. Giving it a squeeze before you let go of him with the hand on his scarred side.

Holding it at a distance with the palm angled towards him. When you move an inch closer his hot palm is quick to find your arm.

His skin is almost burning yours although it isn't glowing orange.

At least not yet.

"Do you see it or feel it?"

"I feel it." He growls, "I don't fuckin like it."

"Trust me. Just for tonight. I won't hurt you." It's serious before you giggle at the thought, "I'm not sure I can."

But Katsuki was sure you could. Especially with how gently you're treating him now, how his heart is lodged in his throat. How he still keeps his eyes fuckin closed for you.

The two of you stay like that for a long moment like a stalemate until Katsuki relents, bringing his hand back to your grounding frame. This time grabbing at your ribs, making you bite your lip.

You leave your hand there until your arm cramps before slowly bringing it closer.

"Your hands are small. A lot smaller than Shitty Deku's." Bakugou comments aloud, just barely getting the shape of it in his mind's eye. Of how wide your palm was, how sharp your nails and exactly how long your fingers were. Coming to connect with the soft, comfortable weight that sat on his lap making the picture in his mind's eye clearer.

Your pretty figure in a stark silhouette against a black background. Your extended arm was the only thing that was hazy.

His eyes snap open with the realization, from what he saw at the office last week, to what he saw in the woods this morning, to what he just saw now. To what Clair or whatever the fuck her name was talking about this morning.

You can see. You just chose not to.

Bakugou could see especially if he had a mental measuring tape and of course the basis would be that shit head mop of green curls he couldn't seem to shake.

But he saw you, saw exactly how your arm would line up against Izuku's in his mind's eye. Obviously knew where to grab, how tightly he needed to close his hand around you earlier.

It's quick, how his hands push you closer to him. How one hot palm presses the nape of your neck urging you closer to him before he closes the gap himself. Kissing you with a ferocity you'd never felt before.

Stealing the breath from your lungs as he gave delicious gnashing kisses. His tongue invading your mouth the second you gasp, the wet muscle sliding over yours in a way that sends shivers down your spine and warmth straight to your cunt.

His cock grows from the kiss quickly and when it twitches you make sure a pretty sound it makes Katsuki dizzy.

You grind against him for relief and he growls into your mouth. Flipping you onto your back where he can pin you into the expensive cushions of his new couch. His warm hand up your shirt, moaning when he feels the weight of your soft breasts in his hands, knowing you didn't have a bra on. Pawing at them, pulling at the perk bud so he can swallow your loud moans that you made for him. Deepening the kiss before he brings his hand back down to your dark leggings, cupping your mound before he presses his fingers into your cunt. Growling when he feels a growing dampness, pulling away with hot puffs of breath in your face, looking like a predator salivating over a meal.

Until his phone rings again and his eyes widen.

"Who the fuck?" Pure venom as he pulls you up roughly, seeing the face time from his ma and seeing red.

"What? What the fuck do you want hag?" He growls as he answers it and triggering Mitsuki into her own yelling.

"I haven't heard a goddamn thing from my son and I call before heading into work AND I GET-" She stops when her she spies you just barely in the frame, "KATSUKI ARE YOU ON A DATE?! Lemme see her, son!"

"MA!" He goes to turn the phone away, suddenly embarrassed, whispering to you in English, "My ma wants to see you…she's going to be so annoying if I don't but I'll deal with it if-"

You giggle as you whisper back "Its okay."

"Oh I'm so sorry to interrupt." She says in English, choosing that over Japanese for the rest of the call, "Is my son being rude? Answering the phone in the middle of a date."

She chides and you laugh.

"Isn't he always rude? I know he didn't learn that from his mom." Mitsuki laughs.

"You're right he didn't. Who knows where he got that attitude from." She winks, "So what's the pretty girlfriend's name?"

"Oi! She's just my neighbor." You try not to let his definition bother you. Keeping the mask on your face nicely.

"Is that what they do in America? Neighbors sit on your couch? Drink wine?" Mitsuki teases as Bakugou looks over his shoulder to see the boxes and bottles can be seen in the viewfinder.

"Ma. Not now." This time he's frustrated enough to speak in Japanese.

"Okay okay. Well. I'll let you two 'neighbors' go. It was nice meeting you." She says your name with such kindness it makes your heart squeeze before she talks to her son in their first language, "She's pretty and funny. Don't fuck this up. I already like her."

Bakugou just glares as his mom adds, "I hadn't heard from you much since ya got there. Was just checking in."

"M fine, ma." She stares at her son.

"Ya look better than last time." The last time he talked to his mom they got into a huge screaming match before he even set foot through the front door of his childhood home. He was coming by to tell her he'd be leaving. Knew she'd want to say goodbye in person like she always did.

He was sure their last words to each other were FUCK YOU echoed around the neighborhood.

"Anyway. I love ya. I know I'm hard headed and-"

"It's okay ma." He bites the inside of his cheek,"I love ya too."

"Bye son."

"See ya."

Bakugou turns off his phone and tosses it onto the coffee table, gripping his face with his hand before rubbing at his features. His eyes burn.

"I can go." You say softly and he grabs onto the hem of your shirt, collecting himself.

"Ya can't. We still have to finish the movie, test out the couch you helped build. Remember?" He looks up at you and there's that sadness again. You swallow thickly, try to remember that you two were "neighbors" but his strong arm wraps around you, pulling you into his chest before he hits play.

In this position you can hear his heart, hear how it beats like a caged bird. Fluttering as it tries to escape his ribs that hold it hostage and how it starts to settle and slow with each swipe of his thumb against your bare skin.

The skin he sought out by pushing up your short sleeve so that his fingers could feel you. As if he was grounding himself like he was before.

Ironic how the scene that plays now is how the main character explains no kissing, that it was too intimate and vulnerable for the business man to endure and how the female lead is happy for now to be in close contact.

How fragile the whole thing is and you look up at him, the tv light making his eye glow and his features soften and you wonder if this was the most you were going to get.

Just a little preview, the smallest insight into the intimate and intricate details of his life and if this was the last you'd see.

Because as the movie goes on, as his heart slows you think you feel him stiffen as he realizes what he's done.

As the credits roll across the screen of his TV, they seem to roll across whatever this was too.

Ending this little relationship, this vulnerability shared between two strangers before it ever even began.

#bakugou x reader #Katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️ #tw suicide #tw suicidal thoughts

[sugolara]

𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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Eijiro whistled as his headlight flashed the multiple selection of drinks. From water, to sodas, to energy drink and to juice, this would keep the community thriving and the bandits at peace. As much as he hated them, the bandits were keeping them safe from other intruders. Of course, that would only be if they got their side of the deal.

“Shut it!” Katsuki whispered as they both passed the rotters that Izuku had previously locked in the freezer. They pounded at the rack and the door, wanting to be let out, “Can’t you hear them getting louder? Or have you gone deaf?”

The red head let out a chuckle, “Man, do I miss you picking on me. I thought I was getting used to not having you around, which is kind of sad.” He then let out a sigh, “I wasn’t really sure if I’d ever get to see you guys again. Half of our class barely made it to Sortson, so to see you, Izuku and Shoto, really puts me at ease.”

Katsuki wanted to scoff, not because he thought what his friend said was stupid, but because he wanted to pretend that he didn’t care. But of course he cared. To see his friend, hell, his best friend alive and standing next to him, also put him at ease. 

Of course Denki too. He can’t forget about that idiot and his jokes that always humored him even if he showed no sign. 

“Whatever. Just help me load these damn carts.” Katsuki let out a grunt as he picked a pack of water and set it down on the platform steel cart, “I got the water, you do whatever. I don’t care.”

“Sure thing!” Eijiro grabbed a pack of sodas, placing it in his cart. He grabbed another whilst looking at the blonde, a sly smile on his lip, “So…what’s up with you and F/n?”

He was caught off guard, his fingers slipping on the water as it fell with a loud bang. He played it off as he waved his hand to keep it cool, “The hell are you talking about?”

“Due, c’mon, don’t think that I don’t know.” He chuckled, “I see the way you look at her when she’s not looking. I’m no fool.”

“I would’ve thought otherwise.” Katsuki received a soda thrown at him, “Watch it, shitty hair!”

The red head grabbed another packed soda, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you into some-”

“I’m not into her!” He glared at her, the tips of his ears turning red.

Eijiro playfully scoffed, “Lie all you want. Just be glad it's me and not Denki asking you. Besides, don’t think you’re the only one who has eyes on her.”

“As if I care.” He rolled his eyes and continued to fill the cart with water. He didn’t care. Of course he didn’t care. So what Deku and Shoto are into her? It’s not like they even have a chance with the way she is. She doesn’t even show any sign of being into them, so why should Katsuki feel the way he is? Sure, she’s cool, not really like most girls since she was raised by a crazy family and was prepared for an apocalypse. 

Katsuki had no worries of her getting together with them. If anything, he was the closest thing F/n would be compatible with. I mean, they both know how to defend, know how to hunt, know how to track footsteps, so why wouldn’t she be interested in him? What do the two idiots have that he doesn’t?

God, did he sound like Deku. 

While he was lost in mind, Eijiro let out a chuckle as he noticed his friend's face was slightly flushed. He was glad he had figured out his small crush. Since they have a long journey ahead of them this was going to be fun for the red head.

F/n munched on some chips as she and Shoto waited for the others to come. She was beginning to get bored as she stared at the registers, “We should just go get the cars ourselves.”

Shoto leaned on the wall next to her, wiping his hands on his jeans, “We should wait. We need someone to watch our blindspots.”

“You can check my blind spots.” F/n said as she once again peeked through the slash mark, “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

He hummed as he looked at the store, “There’s still going to be a lot of stuff here. We should come back or at least send a group to get it.”

“Hopefully, I get placed to look for weapons.” Her mind wandered to her gun she had at the beginning, “I miss holding one.”

He eyed her hands that were crossed on her chest. He quickly looked away, “I don’t think I’ve seen you fire a gun before.”

She couldn’t help but let a smirk cross her face, “I’m pretty badass with it.”

“I can see that.” He looked back at her, “Could you help me aim right?”

“What?” She turned to look at him, her brows lifting in confusion.

“Nevermind.” He shook his head. Again he was feeling his stomach fluttering and feeling a little embarrassed. 

Maybe it was his question or his flushed face that made her look away with a small blush of her own. She mentally shook her head, remembering the words of her father before he passed. How naive of her.

“You got to push, Denki.” Izuku grunted as he was nearing Shoto and F/n.

“I’m trying, but it's heavy!” Denki whined, his feet slipping from underneath. 

The other two quickly went to help them, pushing to where it's by the side of the entrance gate. They had to get the other two, so they quickly went after it before Katsuki and Eijiro came back, wondering if they had been left behind. Though the thought of that ever crossing their mind is a doubt. 

While the four were busy, Izuku noticed the tinted cheeks on F/n and Shoto. It couldn’t be what he was thinking right? They’re probably just flushed from how hot it is in the warehouse since there wasn’t any cool air getting in. That must be it.

“Since it's just us four, let's get the cars.” F/n looked at Denki, “You ran out of bullets right?”

“Yeah.” He eyed his gun with a frown, “I was really hoping it would last throughout the trip.”

“Doesn’t sound or look like there's many dead out there.” The freckle male peeked through the same hole that F/n had previously used, “About weapons, I think I saw some when we passed by yesterday.”

“By the TV’s right?” Shoto hummed, “I think I saw a hunting pack, but it’s in a case.”

“Oh that reminds me.” Izuku looked at the girl, “Me and Denki found a pharmacy, the only problem is that it has a padlock. I was thinking you’d know how to pick one.”

She was left stunned, “Why would I know how to pick a lock?”

The three stared at her, “Because you’re good at everything else.”

She let out a faint sigh, “A lock is a lock. You can’t pick one with just bobby pins, you need a lock pick, which I highly doubt we’ll find one here. It would be different if it were a doorknob, which in this case it’s not.” 

“What a let down.” Denki was nudged by Shoto. 

“What about Eijiro’s gun?” Izuku asked.

“Not a chance.” She shrugged, “You’d just waste bullets. Maybe a hammer, two. That would work.” 

“Maybe there’s a hammer near the hunting knives?” They walked towards the section, passing by the entertainment aisle as well as the clothing and up ahead is where Katsuki and Eijiro would be.

They were disappointed though as they reached the section. Two cases of survival gear. Glass was shattered beneath their feet and most of it was gone. But, it finally seemed like luck was on their side as they spotted two rusty hammers on the floor. 

“Get the rest.” F/n said to Denki and Shoto. She then looked at Izuku after she picked up the hammers, “Show me where the pharmacy is.”

He nodded and rushed to it with her jogging behind. She didn’t know how he had the energy considering the fact he stayed up all night. He’d most likely sleep on the way to Sortson. The thought of reaching the community, made her feel better. It's no wonder why she has been acting strange. 

“Here’s the lock.” He stepped aside, curiously watching as she held it and examined it, “What are you going to do?”

“I need you to hold this one underneath the lock. Make sure the flat surface is resting against it, otherwise it won’t work.” She handed him the hammer. 

He nodded and did what she ordered. He watched as her fingers tensed around the hammer and hit the padlock softly before swinging it, a loud clanking noise being heard. The hammer in his hand jerked and slipped before adjusting his grip again. 

The way her muscles flexed and her brows narrowed from the concentration had made Izuku feel hot as he had to lock down the hammer, his mind racing with thoughts. They’ve been on the move for a long time that he hadn’t noticed she was beginning to form them. 

The sweaters and long sleeves she would wear to protect her skin hid them very well. He too had muscles as well as Katsuki and Shoto, but when it’s on her, it was really pleasing to his eyes, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. 

The sound of metal hitting the floor caught his attention. He looked down to his feet where the broken padlock laid. He then looked at F/n his eyes widening in amazement, “Wow! You actually did it! I mean of course you did it! That’s really amazing, F/n!” 

She looked away, her brows furrowed as she placed a hand on her nape. The praise made her flustered, “..I guess.”

He couldn’t help but think she was cute, though he quickly shook his head and opened the gate that sat on the register. The gate rattled as it went up. He jumped over the counter and held it open so that F/n could also get in. 

#izuku x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #shoto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

[vawilcox]

Request: Fluffy morning kisses and hugs from newlywed husband Shoto?

Sure Brain Damage! Enjoy!

Waking from the stubborn sunlight peeking through a gap in the blinds, you wake with irritation and move your head away from the invasive light and open your eyes in irritation, totally miffed you were woken from the dream you were having with Shoto. Your irritation vanished instantly as a blush crept up your cheeks as you saw the hexacromatic eyes of your new husband Shoto staring at you.

"Good morning gorgeous." He whispers. No sign of sleep in his voice or his face. "G-good morning handsome!" You replied. "How long have you been staring at me like that?" His adoring stare doesn't change at all as he sincerely replied: "Not nearly long enough. Only about half the night." He leans in and pecks your nose and pulls you into his arms, you fall back asleep feeling loved and safe.

#mha fanfiction #shoto x reader #marriage #wholesome #shoto x reader fluff

[proxissima]

Shoto Todoroki vs Dabi

POV Shoto:

I'll enjoy this fight... You stole Bakugo away from us right in front of my eyes. You owe me the chance to make up for that loss. Make no mistake. This time, I'll defeat you.

You have a powerful fire quirk. Just like my old man's. But my flames will burn hotter than yours. Remember that.

I see now. You've been blinded by Stain's ideas. Do you really think such absurd fundamentalism is going to get through to me? If that's the case, your little league is even weaker than I thought it was.

_

POV Dabi:

Shoto Todoroki... You like fire? I'm afraid my only skill is flame, so I'm going to let you have a lot of it!

Must be handy to be able to use ice too, unlike me. To tell you the truth, I'm jealous! Well, you can't compete with me in terms of power output!

The pain and suffering that quirks bring is written all over half of your body... Damn, God, or whoever is up there is real cruel.

Credit to RageVG on Reddit for extracting the files from the game.

[General Overview]

#shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #dabi #bnha #mhoj2 #my hero one's justice 2 #david matranga #ernesto liebrecht

[candlecoo]

Maternal pull au

Shoto never realizes Dabi is Toya and believes he is Izuku half brother and Endevor and Inko love child.

Shoto and Endeavor are both face blind so neither realizes that he is Touya.

But Shoto has so many theories on the Midoriya family.

Like Dabi is obviously a love child between Endeavor and Inko, from before Enji and Rei got married. He is kind concerned on how that effects his relationship with Izuku but decides it's fine.

Izuku is All Might's love child, which is obvious with how the two interact, the similar quirks, and the wild hair.

Toga's father is Vlad King, cause they both have blood related quirks, sharp teeth and paler features(for the most part).

He hasn't determined who Tenko's father is yet but it's for sure not any of the previously mentioned heroes.

Obviously Mrs Midoriya was a hero groupie back in the day, or maybe was a former hero herself. Shoto has yet to decide

#maternal pull au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.3

Genre: Humor

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of sex things, Izuku finally gettin his man

MASTERLIST

HIRING NOW

-Servers don’t last long at Bakugo’s. They get all flirty and bubbly and spend half their shift trying to get into Bakugo’s pants. It annoys the shit out of him, and half the time he loses it and fires them. Uraraka is ready for Y/n to come into the fold. She loves the new people she works with, her boss is awesome, and she knows Y/n would do so well there. Izuku is sobbing at the thought. Bakugo is very anti-wedding. He’ll take on events and special occasions because he knows its good for business, but he’s not a fan. 

-Izuku has been a bit dramatic lately. He’s been hearing some gossip about Shoto being seen out on dates with some random. He’s very upset about it. The friend group is absolutely NOTORIOUS for setting each other up on terrible blind dates. Iida is trying to steer the conversation topic, because the last time there was a blonde date, Shiggy almost cut someone’s hands off and Y/n almost went to jail because the woman called Dabi ugly. Dabi did in fact take his brothers phone. 

-Y/n is so excited to interview for kitchen hell. She’s been following them on socials and she cannot wait to meet the actual owner behind the brand. Plus she gets to bully izuku and wreak havoc with Uraraka. Y/n is tired of the back and forth, so she’s gonna air out their dirty laundry and let them handle it. And handle it they did <3 Shoto ended up going to Izuku’s to “talk” and they’re together now. Bakugo will give Izuku the day off so he can have an all out fuck fest with his new man. He’s not a monster after all. 

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#heartbreak anniversary #bnha smau #smau #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x female reader #bnha scenarios #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #Katsuki Bakugō #bakugo x female reader

[dynmghts]

TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye. (for pro heroes maybe? )

the last thing katsuki remembers is his final effort to take down a pair of villains.

pro hero dynamight spent the past few days on a solo mission to infiltrate and dismantle an illegal drugs operation in the port of yokosuka, given the task for his swift resolutions and high rescue counts. when he accepted, he didn't expect to be out of the tokyo business district for longer than a day or two. he gave shoto notice when things changed. with a little extra time, the blond could pinpoint the base of operations, then go in to bust what was meant to be a small-time offense.

his intuition never lies, though, and katsuki knows now that he should've filed for sidekick backup or another pro ; what was meant to be a skirmish turned into a gruelling, hours-long confrontation between the hero and a pair villains. one had a quirk that replayed his memories in real-time. another had blood manipulation to keep him away from the pair, only working in others as he'd find out.

bakugou katsuki may have been victorious regardless of the hurdles thrown at him, but he was not infallible ; he'd taken on more wounds than he anticipated.

the next thing he hears is the sterile sound of hospital chatter. he can feel his arm on one side being lifted carefully, finger pressed between the oximeter clip and bicep firmly wrapped with a blood pressure cuff - but he can also feel a hand in the midst of his soft spikes. they run through his hair with a gentle touch. for a moment, he feels the absence of his fringe on his forehead as it's pushed away, and he stirs from the change, brows briefly knitting together. the hand stays among his spikes. the other hand, he notices, then settles carefully onto his cheek, thumb dancing lightly across his skin, familiar texture pulling katsuki's eyes half-open.

in among the sterilised and blinding white of the hospital room, his crimson gaze falls onto heterochromatic ones. his free hand subconsciously reaches to circle his fingers around his wrist, index deftly pressing against his pulse. ❛ got hurt bad enough that they dragged you in, huh ? ❜

he jests. it isn't hard to determine the gratitude katsuki feels from the todoroki's presence among the otherwise stifling room.

❛ mm. ❜ and, quietly, in his half asleep daze even as his pulse is checked and his blood pressure monitored, the blond settles easily into shoto's touch. he huffs with a moment of playfulness in weary tone ; ❛ gonna have to convince me to not go breaking out. rather this at home than in this stuffy place. ❜

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT, ACCEPTING.

#deibreak #💥 ⸍ ii. answers. #💥 ⸍ ii. in character. #💥 ⸍ ii. verse: pro hero dynamight. #💥 ⸍ iv. bond: deibreak. #/ this was so feel-good of me #/ who am i

[prince-honeypaw]

i really like your cg!momo post!!! do you think you could do cg!momo and little!hitoshi with helpful big brother little!denki? (if you don’t wanna do momo again maybe just denki and hitoshi?)

♡ I will always do a Momo post if given the opportunity. I will admit that this post got away from me at the end, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! ♡ A big thank you to my dearest @paper--moons for once again helping me out! You can thank them too for the angsty idea! >:3c

♡ With Hitoshi being an infant regressor, he requires a significant amount of attention lest he resort to shenanigans, such as toy chewing and woeful mewling cries. But his sibling set mate, Denki, is a toddler! From two to three, sometimes four or five depending on how he started the day.

♡ But, no matter the case, their regression sessions tend to get pretty messy, what with Denki being the one in charge of most things. Yes he can mix a bottle of formula, but the fridge will still be open and milk will be splattered all the way from it to the microwave. They would also be missing half a loaf of bread because Denki was trying to figure out how to make sandwiches without a knife. They both ended up just eating the bread and jelly with their hands.

♡ Safe to say, they needed a caregiver to mediate their regression time, and Momo is all too happy to offer her services! She has plenty of experience with watching Tsuyu, Kyouka, and Shoto, so she wouldn't be flying blind.

♡ Hitoshi is hesitant, as he usually is, but Denki quickly soothes his main man's worries by asking the question on the taller boy's mind. "That's really kind, Yaomomo! Though, one of us regresses preeetty low, is that okay with you? Totally no pressure to say yes!"

♡ Of course, Momo doesn't see an issue with this at all! She eagerly says that she'll get everything ready for a whole weekend at her manor, considering her parents are in Sicily! Denki doesn't get a chance to explain further before she's off to compare notebooks with Izuku, talking about how she needs to get his help in organizing her notes- Oh! And she'd have to get a bed rail for the guest room! So much to do and so little time!

♡ Seeing Shinsou still looking hesitant, Kaminari would take his hand and brush a thumb over his knuckles with a comforting smile. "Look, we can use this weekend as a test run, kay? If it doesn't work for you then we can try someone else–and if no one works we can just keep doing what we do! So no more pouting, alright?"

♡ To which Shinsou would pout more and say, "I was not pouting." Still... He seems more comfortable knowing that Kaminari wouldn't hold this against him if it didn't work out.

♡ The plan is to stay over at Momo's for the weekend to give this match-up a proper try, the boys bringing any regression gear or resources they feel comfortable sharing with her and talking about their respective regressions. Hitoshi was nervous, standing in front of the sprawling manor that was probably worth more than his old neighborhood while clinging tightly to his Build-a-Bear black cat, Miss Spooky. Meanwhile, Denki had already seen the Yaoyorozu Estate during study sessions, and was quick to sling an arm around his companion with that award winning smile, "No pressure, 'kay? If something feels wrong just tug on my shirt and I'll... Uh, we'll figure out what I'll do then!"

♡ Shinsou's shoulders slump and he fixes Kaminari with the flattest expression, and an even flatter tone, "Wow. My hero." And before his anxiety can rise again, Shinsou presses the call button to let Yaoyorozu know they're there! Not before grabbing Kaminari's hand, however. "Just a moment! I'll come get you," Momo's voice chirps from the speaker and the gates unlock, prompting Hitoshi to hold Denki's hand just a bit tighter.

♡ Momo is quick to come get the boys, eagerly detailing everything she's done to prepare for this weekend while leading them up to her home, but Hitoshi can't seem to focus on a word she says.

He's scared. There are so many things that could go wrong this weekend from him not liking Momo's caregiving style to the world flooding over... To Momo maybe not liking him. Hitoshi got so in his head about not liking this that he didn't even consider the possibility that maybe Momo would think he's too needy, or too whiny, or- Or—

♡ A gentle squeeze on his fingers is enough to bring him back down. Denki is smiling at him, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand.

♡ Standing in front of the arching double doors to Momo's home, Hitoshi swallows his fear and tunes back into what Momo is saying. "When I looked up what colors appealed to younger age groups for you two, I found that there was a lot of overlap! So I chose some shades of reds and pinks for Kaminari since infants typically find red more stimulating—" Hitoshi and Denki stopped walking in tandem. Something didn't add up there.

♡ Hitoshi's clammy hand is all the push Denki needs to muster up a gentle smile for Momo and say, "Whoa whoa whoa! I think there's been a misunderstanding here, Yaomomo," He starts quickly, "See, my space is more uh.. Twoish-threeish-fourish, depending on the planet's alignment or something- Whatever, see, Hitoshi is the infant regressor, not me."

Momo looks puzzled, looking from Denki and up to Hitoshi. Then clapping her hands over her mouth in shock! "Oh! Oh my goodness, I got all ahead of myself and didn't even think to ask, I am so sorry, Shinsou-"

"It's fine," Hitoshi quickly states, "It's... An easy mistake to make." Drawing his hand from Denki's to rub the back of his neck, wearing a flimsy sort of half grin. "A mistake plenty of people make..."

♡ After clearing that little mistake up, things go according to the agreed-upon plan! ... For the most part. When talking about their regressions, Shinsou takes a back seat on the talking part and lets Kaminari take over and occupies himself with Miss Spooky. Yaoyorozu takes this as him being shy, what with her brazenly assuming he was the older regressor between the two, but Kaminari knows better. He decides very quickly that he will help Miss Momo make it up to Hitoshi, no matter what!

♡ Despite the mix-up, Momo proves to be a very competent caregiver! The selection of toddler toys is vast enough that it would have satisfied Denki's ever-changing desires... If he weren't on a mission to be the absolute BEST big brother/little helper combo in the whole dang world!

When Hitoshi struggles to slide into his headspace, Denki takes up one of the soft furred puppy rattles Momo had made and shimmies it right across the table to him. "Beep beep beep, this puppy's got a super strong sad-dar and a mission to eliminate all frowny faces in the world - Better watch out, 'Toshi! Beep beep beeeeeeep-" A few puppy kisses later and Hitoshi is significantly less pouty, and significantly more sitting on top of Denki and beep-beep-beeping him with an innocent rattle puppy.

♡ For the first part of the day, things go the way they usually do with Kaminari and Shinsou. They play around for a few hours until the latter resorts to munching on Kaminari's Pompompurin hoodie. Usually, they'd have to raid the kitchen at this point, but Yaoyorozu is on the case!

♡ Momo sets the duo up in the den closest to the kitchen so she can keep an eye on them while she makes snacks, but a hand tugging at her shirt catches her attention. Denki is there, dragging a Long Furby that Mina had personally crafted for him, and seems insistent on telling her a secret. She gladly leans in to listen.

♡ "Hey, hey, I'm gonna tell yous a secret, 'kay? You can't tell on me for it, promise?" Denki whispers to her, quiet enough to not alert Hitoshi during his coloring session, and holds out his outstretched pinky finger. He sounds so sincere that she knows it couldn't be a bad secret. So, of course, she locks her pinkie with his.

"Oh, certainly. Cross my heart and everything," And oh if smiles could shine, he'd match the sun.

"See, Hitoshi is a baby," He starts slowly, making sure that Momo is following along, "Babies need naps- But, not me, because I'm not a baby."

"Of course."

"So, I try to get him all sleepy, but it never works, okay?" A spark of frustration literally skitters through his hair. Momo thinks she understands what's going on now.

"You would like for me to try, is that it?" She asks, earning a nod.

♡ Well, how can she refuse? With Shinsou occupied in the other room, the two co-conspirators get to work!

♡ Denki graciously tells Momo how to make Hitoshi's bottle just right and Momo tells him to find a story on her tablet. He chooses Mog the Forgetful Cat, knowing it's his and Hitoshi's favorite, and asks if he can go get something from his weekend bag.

He does not wait for an answer.

♡ Momo makes jam and toast while Denki is off looking for who knows what, when she is interrupted once more. This time with a much more timid tug at her sleeve.

♡ When she turns, Hitoshi is standing uncertainly near her, hugging Miss Spooky tightly and nursing the pacifier he'd brought from home. Coloring had gotten boring without Denki, but the blonde had ran up the stairs on all fours just five minutes earlier so there was no one to play with.

He'd gotten lonely.

♡ This is very surprising for Momo! All day the poor dear had been so unsure of how to interact with her, so he tried not to interact with her much at all. So she considered this a big step forward for the rest of the weekend, smiling gently at the little one.

"Hello there. Did you get curious?"

Of course he did, bobbing his head without a second thought. "I see, I see! Well, thank you for joining me then. Would you like to help pick out a sippy cup for Denki's juice?"

That gets a more lively response, upgraded from head bobbing to eager nodding.

♡ With the orange sippy cup chosen, a snack made, a story chosen, and the lights comfortably dimmed, all that was missing was a certain little tyke! Momo is pleasantly surprised that Denki comes scrambling back to the den with his prize; a fuzzy, dark blue blanket that was decorated with golden stars. The two boys often shared it when watching movies together, so he considered it a perfect candidate to be a designated napping blanket.

He sets up next to Momo, and that prompts Hitoshi to crawl up against her other side. The blanket is thrown over all of their laps as they begin their snack time-story time combo.

♡ By the time the story is finished, Momo finds herself being used as a living pillow for the sleepiest little boys in the entire prefecture.

♡ She couldn't be happier with the results and looks forward to the rest of the weekend.

#long post #sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Momo #Agere Shinsou #Agere Kaminari #Honey HCs

[tamagohimeexplosionmurder]

Cw: implied SA

Idk y’all this shit is dark sorry lol

He leaned in close, not wanting to miss even a micro expression, “You’ll never find her.”

Shoto’s expression did not disappoint. His usual stoic face cycled quickly through several emotions, settling on blind fury.

Dabi easily dodged the wild ice formation the younger man sent to skewer him. “Ooo careful,” he was practically giggling, “if anything happens to me she’ll die. Alone. Chained to her bed, wondering why her *master* never came back for her.”

Dabi had never seen the life drain out of someone’s eyes like that. Usually he had to torch them to see something half as satisfying. He had known the girl was important to his brother but this reaction was beyond his wildest dreams.

“Don’t worry I’ll tell her how worried about her you are tonight sometime between paddling her black and blue - god she bruises so beautifully, Shoto, you should see it - and when I’m stuffing her tiny little holes. You ever get your dick wet with her? Fuuuuuuuuuck she’s tight, I barely fit, it’s incredible.”

Dabi laughed openly as his opponent sunk to his knees. He was looking forward to telling her how the little hero had just given up like this. Ooo he bet that Shoto had been her last hope. She would get rebellious sometimes, it was probably because she thought this loser was still coming for her. He was so excited! Maybe this would finally break her for good. Dabi couldn’t wait!

#mha #angst #mha smut #drabble #shoto torodoki #dabi

[mhanextgen]

!Todoroki Family Ending!

The family is still broken, and that’s okay.They all have their own lives and deal with their trauma seperatley. Some stay in contact others don’t.What matters is that they are healing in their own ways.

Rei 

Wants her babies under one roof but respects Shoto and Natsou’s wishes.She still hasn’t forgiven herself for scarring and partially blinding Shoto.She’s accepted the truth about her abuse and after decades of oppression has taken charge in her life.Her and Emi Fukukado(Miss Joke) got married in Mexico.They currently live in Japan and are the guardians of Touya.

Shoto

Shoto visits his Mom and Touya.He’s forgiven Touya.He talks to Fuyumi occasionally.He only has contact with Endeavour because he has a new half-sibling, and he wants to make sure what happened to his family doesn’t happen to his sibling.

Natsou 

Realizes he can’t forgive Enji or Touya for their actions,though he still loves his older brother.He just wants to move on from his birth family and start his own family.He loves his siblings but doesn’t have the heart to be near them after all that’s happened.He still thinks his trauma is invalid.Natsou does keep contact with his mom,but that’s it.Although Natsou hates that he never got to grow up with Shoto,he won’t make any effort to connect with him as adults.He feels it’s too late.As for Fuyumi,Natsou has put up with seeing his abuser for his sister’s sake and has had to repress his emotions for his sister’s dream  happy family.He understands Fuyumi’s wishes but doesn’t like how she unknowingly pressured him.Natsou isn’t ready to confront his siblings or father,he may never be ready.Natsou isn’t ignoring his issues,he just refuses to place himself near the people who caused or remind him of his abuse.

Natsou visits his mother outside of their homes.Natsou refuses to contact any of his siblings.Rei doesn’t push him to reconnect,she reassures him that he’s not running away from the issues,he’s acknowledging he wants no part in it.

Natsou loves his sister but recognizes her toxic behavior,he refuses to go to family dinners with Enji anymore.Rei and Emi visit him and his girlfriend when they want to meet up.Just the 4 of them.

Fuyumi 

Has started her own family and has become an overbearing mother as a result of her household trauma.She hoped after Touya’s arrest and rehab her family would be happy and complete.She loves her Dad but fears him,she has weekly dinners with him.Her husband isn’t comfortable with their children seeing Enji.Fuyumi respects her husband’s wishes,even if it bothers her.Shoto and Fuyumi are in contact,still distant but talking.Fuyumi’s toxic positivity is still present but has gotten better.

Touya

Despite showing clear understanding of his actions,Touya was deemed unstable and put into a restricted physch ward.He got an artificial skin graft transplant and mutiple surgeries to reduce his scar tissue.

Touya was permitted to spend his last 20-year sentence on strict parole. Police monitor where he lives and he has a tracker implant.As well as a mandatory daily quirk nullifier drug dosage.

Rei invites Touya to live with her and Emi. Emi hesitantly agrees, she keeps an eye on Touya and at first they were hostile towards eachother but now she gets along with him.

After counseling and meds, Touya has been slowly recovering. He is still serving his prison sentence, his involvement in a terrorist group and the attempted murder of Shoto and Enji have made restrictions in his choices. Touya regrets his actions against Enji(because they put his siblings in danger, he still hates Endeavour and doesn’t regret exposing him)and his harsh words to Rei.Still hates hero soicety but has accepted that he needs to be with his mom.Fuyumi and Shoto still see him, it’s awkward but appreciated.

#mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #rei himura #fuyumi todoroki #todoroki family #miss joke #coldlaugh

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Another Umbrella prompt!

☂️ he was a bad person and a worse father. ☂️

KH? SK8? Prodigal Son?

The options are limitless

Replies to an ask a year late with a fandom not mentioned in it.

I may have absorbed one too many spoilers. Do as I say and not as I do, and look away if not completely caught up on MHA

"He was a bad person, and a worse father." Shoto's monotone lacked conviction, and his face warred, halves split along a horizontal line for once. Grim set jaw that wanted to spit not just those words, but so many others he still felt like he'd held back even though he'd never exactly been secretive about his opinion of the number one hero he'd been so unfortunate as to share genes with--at least not among people who counted-- warred with the contrast of sad and softened eyes that wanted to temper the claim with a follow-up about new pages turned and new promises. 

It would have taken a lot of work on all sides to build lasting trust, much less genuine closeness.

There would be no such distractions or demands on his time now.

The counter around the sink frosted with ice and the pipes creaked a protest. Shoto's reflection looked tired, beyond even what it should, like he hadn't slept in weeks not even days. Pale enough that it could be his funeral today.

"You're not going to say that." Izuku was in the doorway. His suit was wrinkled, but he wore proper shoes (Shoto missed the red sneakers). He wasn't condemning. He wasn't asking either. His tone was sympathy backed by a solid, blind confidence. Shoto wasn't going to start his eulogy with words like those.  Shoto was a better person (a better son) than that. 

Just like Midoriya to come in with his unwavering faith. Pity in his eyes too. Pity Shoto wasn't sure he needed. 

He felt fine, honestly.

Except when he felt like he was fracturing to pieces. But he was used to that.

Shoto didn't remember leaving any doors open or implying that he welcomed anyone invading his space today. His face was buried in Midoriya's neck and Midoriya's arms were locked around him before he decided how he felt about the intrusion. Shoto didn't feel any of Midoriya's solid warmth transfer to him, but he didn't freeze his friend, so that was a victory in itself. 

When he took a deep, gasping, shuddering and too wet breath in, his lungs filled with a sick sweet and sharp chemical mix of cheap body spray. Mighty All Mighty from Hatchet's Zero to Hero line. Classic Midoriya. There was a more mellow sweetness underneath it though (caramel?) and a hint of wood smoke that only grew strong the more Shoto dry sobbed into Midoriya's neck and the tighter he was held. That was new. For Midoriya at least.  It was a familiar enough combination on its own.

At another time when his brain wasn't breaking for other serious reasons he would ask about that. Possibly in front of an audience of common friends. Why was Bakugo sweating on you?

Not that he couldn't figure out several possible answers, most of them innocent. It would be funny though, seeing both of their faces when he asked. Someone needed to keep the mood light in these trying times.

Midoriya shushed him softly even though he wasn't making noise, petted his hair. Shoto felt like a horse being tamed.  For some reason it wasn't an unpleasant or insulting feeling.

Some time (half a minute or half a century) passed in comfort. Shoto's breath started to even out. The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight smell increased, and Shoto raised his head to find an extremely uncomfortable looking Bakugo only inches away, shifting weight awkwardly between his feet, ready to spring into action and crowding in instead of hanging back in the attached bedroom he apparently had also invaded without invitation.

There were others behind him. Many others.

Too many people had seen Shoto (almost) cry. Perhaps he should be upset. Perhaps he should feel touched.

Perhaps he needed more security.

"Listen up, you candy-cane headed bastard," Bakugo spoke through the silence. "You still have family, alright? Right here."

Shoto found himself grateful that Bakugo's own death had proven to only be a minor setback. He deserved the second chance.

Others had too, but Shoto was too exhausted to let more of the bitter in with the sweet. He wanted to be happy about something. Surrounded by friends and the prickliest among them admitting they were bonded for life. That was something that could be celebrated. 

He didn't admit the silver lining though, instead just blinking owlishly up at Bakugo. "So if your heart explodes again I can still use my eulogy? Horrible person and worse father?" Shoto repeated the last for the benefit of anyone who hadn't been there before (Just how long had his audience been lurking before he noticed? Would he ever know?).

Midoriya thought he was funny at least. That, among other things, was why he was the best friend.

#todoroki shoto #shoto torodoki #ask prompt answers #writing warm ups #whatever other tags i used to use for these #ficlets #or something #mha spoilers #kinda

[bicheetopuff]

Battle Trial Arc Dissection

Deku vs Kacchan Pt. 4

Contents:

VIII: Katsuki Realizes Why He’s Not the Main Character

IX: All Mights Destructive Influence

X: Declaration of Rivalry

XI: Wrap up

VIII: Katsuki Realizes Why He’s Not the Main Character

Izuku is unconscious so we get to focus on Katsuki for a bit and boy, is he embarrassingly humbled. He gets a taste of what the two recommendation students are capable of.

Deku vs Kacchan is way more important to Katsukis character than it is for Izukus character. We have Izukus declaration of rivalry and the new meaning of the name “Deku” but other than that, Izuku is just saying things that he already knew about himself. Izukus words are mainly there to tell the reader the extent of Izukus admiration because we already know Katsuki didn’t listen. He already knew he idolized Katsuki and he already knew he can’t use OFA at its full capacity without wrecking himself.

Katsuki on the other hand, was slapped in the face so hard with the realization that Izuku just surpassed him in physical strength… which is the only thing Katsuki had over Izuku in his mind. (I just realized they both think more highly of each other than either of them realize). Katsuki just realized that he’s not as strong or as smart as he thinks he is and then he gets shown Momos ability to dissect and analyze on a whim and Shotos insanely powerful quirk just to top off his embarrassment.

Momo was able to give detailed feedback for each participant and All Might even admits that she said it better than he could’ve where as, Katsuki, in battle didn’t see anything wrong with his actions and was acting out of blinding rage. Shoto won his battle training match in seconds without breaking a sweat where as, Katsuki, was involved in a crazy fight where he had an upper hand, blew up half the building, and still didn’t win. He realizes this and All Might notices.

But again, All Might puts his own well being over Katsukis well being like in chapter 1 (when he prioritized his time limit over re-retrieving the villain he dropped until he saw Izuku act first). Yes these situations are completely different but, All Mights disregard for Katsuki and his favoritism of his own well being and Izukus training, whether it be accidental or not, does come back to bite him in the ass.

IX: All Mights Destructive Influence

All might doesn’t consider Izukus well being very much when it comes to his training but, we can’t really blame him because he’s just letting Izuku do what he himself would’ve done. So he’s seeing it as growth while everyone else sees it as reckless and unnecessary.

Recovery Girl is sick of All Mights shit. And so am I. Recovery Girl said to stop indulging him and then proceeded to justify his disregard for Izukus safety by reexplaining the secrecy of OFA and saying that it’s the responsibility of ‘those who wield this power must bear’… even tho he recognized Izuku himself as a hero, he’s talking about him like he’s a vessel. He’s speaking as if OFA is more important than the person holding it.

X: Declaration of Rivalry

Izuku doesn’t wake up until after school and his class immediately starts talking to him and making sure he’s okay (we get Kirishima, Ashido, and Satos introductions as well :)). Ochako asks about Izukus arm and he leaves-

Uhhhhh, Izuku?? I love this scene because it proves how much of a soft spot Izuku has for Katsuki and how Katsuki trusts Izuku enough to cry in front of him… but it’s probably one of the most irrationals things that happen in this manga… and that’s telling because it’s story about a society where almost everyone has a super power.

More quotes because these two… oh boy.

And overcome you with my power: HE SAID IT! Official and direct declaration of rivalry. Before it was heat of the moment type declarations… this is personal and has long term suggestions.

I came to tell him I haven’t been tricking him. But…: He loses complete control of his mouth when it comes to Katsuki. We saw it earlier in the fight when he started praising Katsuki mid-fight. This is another example of “talking more like Katsuki” because his desire to surpass him outweighs his desire to help him (at this moment).

…I guess you’re just gonna keep making a fool outta me… right?: Even though Izuku already said he hasn’t been tricking him or looking down on him, he still thinks he’s making fun of him. To be honest if I had convinced myself that a person was looking down on me for years and suddenly they start saying and doing things that make it seem like they’re making fun of me… I probably wouldn’t be too fond of them either. In Katsukis mind, his hostile relationship with Izuku is a two way street due to his skewed interpretation of Izukus actions.

I’m gonna beat you all!!: Another official declaration! Although Katsukis declaration is towards everyone he sees as a threat, not just Izuku.

I would keep chasing after him: Izuku, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but Katsuki just kind of admitted that you’ve surpassed him… “that Icy Bastard! No way I can measure up to him either…” and he just declared that he is gonna beat you… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when these two have literally been chasing each other’s tails like confused puppies for a majority of the series.

XI: Wrap Up

Anyways… Izuku hasn’t even told his mom about how he got his quirk… and this man decides to tell Katsuki of all people that he got his quirk from someone else?? Just because you feel guilty for Katsukis misunderstanding?? Like I get it, you don’t want him to think you’ve been making fun of him or anything but cmon. He’s bullied you for years, giving him the element of surprise with a shiny new quirk and leaving him in the dark about it is the best kind of revenge. You don’t owe him shit, at least be a little petty. Instead you run to him, injured, just to tell him a secret you haven’t even told your mother?? How the hell do you fold so easily??

In the end, this fight is the beginning of Katsuki and Izukus growth. Even though they’re growing in different areas, growth is growth and growth happens at different speeds. Although Katsukis is a lot slower than Izukus, this is still where it starts, whether he likes it or not.

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