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Bakudeku 31 days of winter ice skating prompt

No one is willing to work with rich but hot-headed pairs skater Katsuki Bakugou, but he needs a partner if he wants a second shot at the Olympics. His coach is desperate and finds former hockey player Izuku Midoriya who was injured at the last Olympics and can no longer play who agrees to give it a shot. The journey pushes Katsuki to change his ways so he doesn’t lose the one partner who gives him a second chance.

It’s generally based on the movie The Cutting Edge. Angst & Fluffy AU. 10K Modern AU

“This is ridiculous!” Katsuki snaps at his coach while pointing to Izuku. “He can’t be the best option! He’s not even a figure skater! And what’s with the hair! It’s a fucking mess! Where are you from, the slums?! Baggy flannel, really?! You look like a hobo! What about that Iida guy I told you to get?! Or Kaminari?! Someone that’s at least in the fucking right sport?!”

Coach Eijiro Kirishima pinches his brow and sighs, “no one else is willing to work with you after your behavior at the last competition. So, it’s this or give up your chance at next year’s competition.”

As the two men argued, Izuku Midoriya just stood there confused in the doorway of a large expense home. All he knew, is the coach had contacted him and offered a generous paycheck to skate again with a partner. It wasn’t ideal and he had no experience with figure skating. But the check cleared, and he needed the money badly. After a devastating injury on the ice sidelined his hockey career, life was a struggle. It took six months just to heal and medical bills needed to be paid. He’d assumed Katsuki Bakugou knew what the coach was up to... but apparently not. “Um, Eijiro, if he really doesn’t want me here, I’ll leave.” Just seeing the explosive attitude Katsuki is exhibiting is making him nervous.

“No, no,” Eijiro moves back to Izuku, while glaring at Katsuki, “he does, he just doesn’t realize it yet.”

“Pfft!” Katsuki sneers back.

“O—kay.” This is going to be interesting...

Maybe interesting is the wrong word, hair-pulling is more like it. Katsuki’s parents are rich, hence the mansion he’s now rooming in and to top it all off the guy has a personal ice-skating rink! An ice-skating rink! No wonder Katsuki was such a brat! But— the man is good, like really good on the ice... Katsuki’s skill as a figure skater is breathtaking to watch as he glided across the smooth white surface. Elegant, strong, and very handsome. But then the man opens his mouth, shattering the fantasy, and Izuku remembers who he’s really dealing with.

“Argh! Get it right Deku! Toe pick! Toe pick! Toe pick! Fucking learn how to use it! Two fucking weeks and your still face planting!”

“I’m sorry, okay! We don’t use toe picks in hockey!”

“This is not gonna work Eijiro!” Katsuki snaps at the coach. “I’m done today! Come get me when he fucking learns how to skate!”

The two men watch Katsuki storm out of the building. Izuku flinches at the sound of the door slamming shut. “Sorry Eijiro. I had no idea figure skating is this difficult.”

“You’re doing fine Izuku. Just keep practicing. You’ll get it soon.”

Izuku was never a quitter and no matter how much his hot-headed partner put him down, it only fueled his drive to get better. Early every morning he would wake up and skate until his legs hurt, then he’d ice them down at night, and start the process again in the morning. In hockey, elegant wasn’t necessary and being a little sloppy on the ice didn’t matter because you were too busy keeping from being slammed up against bodies or walls. But if there was one thing, he truly hadn’t anticipated was the physical prowess required for figure skating. When you watch the sport on tv, no offense, but those skinny bodies in tight leotards doesn’t make one think of powerhouses... until you attempt to pull off the technical moves that they do and learn really quickly how hard the ice can be on a human frame. If Izuku thought his injuries from a hockey match were brutal, figure skating is quickly tallying up the bruises and cuts to take the lead.

It’s been six months into the training and Izuku was growing curious as to what had caused Katsuki to lose his former partner. Eijiro was hesitant to tell him but did lead him towards where to find the answer. So, late one evening, Izuku pulls up YouTube and punches in the description the coach had given him. The results were... surprising to say the least and frankly shocked him because the partner he’d grown to know just didn’t fit what he was seeing. He closes the app and tucks the information away for the time being. It wasn’t worth focusing on the past if he wanted to get through the present. He just needed to buckle down and practice so that when the nationals arrive in 5 months, he’ll be ready.

As the smaller of the two, it’s decided that Katsuki would be the base and Izuku would perform the lifts. Such an act requires a lot of skill in balance and trust which wasn’t exactly the partners forte at the moment.

“Kacchan, we need to practice you lifting me up.” Kacchan is his new nickname for Katsuki. He didn’t know if the man really liked it, but he’s never stopped him from using it.

“You’re not ready,” the man replies curtly.

“That’s why we need to practice!”

“And what, break your neck?! Izuku, you ain’t ready yet!”

“Katsuki, he is ready,” Eijiro counters. “And Izuku is right, you both need to practice the moves in order for it to be spot on. If you’re afraid—“

“I’m not fucking afraid! Fine! You wanna practice, well practice, but don’t you tell me I’m afraid of tossing his ass in the air!”

Three more months, that’s all the time they had left to get two routines down perfect. A short program and a long program. Just trying to remember all the moves is hard enough, but having to execute them in synchronized patterns, smooth transitions, with elegant refinement, someone please remind Izuku why he took the job again?! As a partner, Katsuki is such an asshole to work with. There were so many moments when Izuku questioned his sanity in staying. The money was helpful, but is it really worth the abuse? And yet... there were also the moments when Katsuki might say something nice or a random ‘good job’ to Izuku that made him think, maybe Eijiro was right after all. Maybe Katsuki just needed the right partner. One who’s able to handle his outbursts and see through the hardened facade he shows to the world. It might have been lonely growing up as only child... Izuku should know since he’s an only child. But he grew up surrounded by neighborhood kids. Perhaps Katsuki had been isolated in this mansion for most of his life, because that certainly would stunt his social abilities.

The month before the competition was a whirlwind of activities. Grueling practices, costume fittings... Katsuki was monitoring what Izuku ate and how much sleep he was getting, like a paranoid mother. It got so strange, that Katsuki moved Izuku out of the guest room and into his own in order to watch him more carefully. Granted that Katsuki had a California king sized bed with a lot of space, but it was still awkward for Izuku to share it with him! What if he snored or rolled— sometimes he moved in his sleep. Plus, Katsuki was an early sleeper while he was a night owl. They are such opposites in personality and behavior. The first night fried his nerves so badly Izuku barely slept, only to be cussed out the next morning because he couldn’t focus during practice.

“Kacchan, please, I rather sleep in the guest room!”

“I don’t care what you want, this tells me I need to keep a closer eye on you.”

Izuku groaned and pushed away off the ice to get lunch. He knew there was no arguing with Katsuki unless he was ready for a fight. Wasn’t getting a restful night of sleep the better idea if he was so worried?!

Their afternoon practice did nothing to help his frayed nerves. Katsuki was acting so strange lately. When he talked it’s more like screaming at him, but when they trained... Katsuki’s touch was gentle? Intimate. ‘Duh’that’s what pairs skating is! Izuku chides himself. Like a dance of two lovers on a floor of ice. ‘Sex on ice... Stop it!’ Izuku couldn’t stop the heat flooding to his cheeks. ‘Don’t think like that!’ Ugh, he groaned again, now the mental image is going to torture him and if things couldn’t be worse, Katsuki saw him blushing to himself looking like a weirdo. Thankfully, all it gained was a raised eyebrow. Izuku is gay, but Katsuki isn’t the type of guy he normally went for and he swore he saw a photo in the man’s bedroom of a woman.

Putting aside all the crazy thoughts, Izuku finishes the day without invoking anymore of Katsuki’s wrath. They had dinner quietly before he was forced to go to bed at 9pm. Izuku prepared for another sleepless night as he lay there stiff on his side facing away from the other male. There was almost 2 feet between them, so he tried to pretend he was all alone, just him in a strange bed. Like at a hotel on the very first night and you’re still adjusting to its nuances. It was a comfortable bed, probably expensive with soft, silky sheets, and even the pillows were some fancy memory foam type. Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion, for after a short amount of time, Izuku fell asleep while running the choreography through his mind.

‘Wow it’s really hot today...’ Izuku stirred unconsciously from the dream and pushed the blanket down to his torso. ‘Maybe Yagi will let me go home from work early today, cause it’s exhausting to hang drywall on days like this.’ Izuku tries to turn around but he couldn’t. Panic set in the dream, and the walls closed in around him. ‘What’s going on?!’ He was working and now he’s trapped! Izuku pushes the wall with his back only to feel pressure increase around his body. “What the?!” It instantly snaps his mind awake and suddenly the construction site turned into the dark room of Katsuki’s bedroom.

“Stop... f’ing... moving...” the gravelly voice mumbles right next to his ear!

Izuku’s eyes blow wide as he looks down and sees the arm around his torso, registers that the heat he’d experienced in his dream was Katsuki! ‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!’ Why was Katsuki spooned up to him?! With every breath from the sleeping man blowing along his neck and down his back, every fiber in his body shivered, sending too many electrical pulses misfiring and blood rushing to the wrong places! Katsuki hadn’t just rolled too close, this was an intimate embrace! This couldn’t be real! Izuku tries to pry the man’s arm away gently without waking him only to have his ass grabbed by Katsuki’s other hand.

“Go the fuck to sleep, Deku.”

Izuku squeals. He can’t take this anymore. They weren’t that kind of partners. “K-Kacchan! Wh-What, why?!

“Can’t you just take the hint and go with it. I don’t do the whole flirting nonsense.”

“Oh, my god.” Izuku breathes out, he’s serious! And though a part of him gravitated to the idea of having this handsome partner in a relationship, Izuku worried mixing business with pleasure would blow up at some point. “Kacchan. I’m flattered, more than you might know, but I think we should just be partners on the ice.”

There was silence for several minutes and Izuku started to wonder if Katsuki had fallen back asleep and didn’t hear what he’d said. But it was the calm before the storm. Without warning, Izuku was pushed so hard from behind, he flew off the bed and landed hard on the ground. “GET OUT!!” Katsuki raged. “Get the fuck out of my room! Get the fuck out of my house!”

Izuku couldn’t see the man on the bed through the darkness but could almost feel the anger on top of the sound. One pillow, two pillow landing close to where he lay on the floor, then a lamp crashes on top of his hip. Izuku screams, scrambling up despite the pain and stumbling for the door.

“I-I’m sorry Kacchan—.”

“Get the fuck out!! I don’t wanna see here you in the morning!”

Izuku wiped away blinding tears as he packed up his few belongings to leave the mansion in the dead of night. He’d paused at Katsuki’s bedroom door on his way out; was the man crying behind it? It was hard to image the hot head crying but those were clearly the sounds of sobbing coming through. Izuku hung his head, fuck! He really messed up this time. But what could he do? Katsuki told him to go, and this was his house. He writes a quick note and slips it under the coaches door before taking a cab to the train station. The competition was only 2 weeks away, what about that? Is Katsuki going to throw away his chance to compete? Then again, people do crazy things because of emotions.

When he arrives at the station, Izuku find out that the next train to his town won’t arrive for another 6 hours. Just great. None of the food stalls were open at 2am, so he drops onto one of the benches and uses his duffle bag as a pillow. He sets the alarm on his phone and tries to get some sleep... that doesn’t come easily. Could he have handled the situation better? Okay, it wasn’t fair to blame him for making Katsuki cry. It’s not like the man gave any indication he was interested in Izuku in a romantic sense. Who does that?! Just forces someone to sleep in their bed and surprises them by spooning up in the middle of the night?! “just take the hint...” “Argh!” Izuku curls to his side and covers his face to block out the light. ‘This is not my fault! Stupid Kacchan!’ Tomorrow will be a new day. He’ll go home and just start over. Who needs Katsuki...........

“Wake up Izuku.”

“Ugh... go away,” Izuku groans and slaps away the hand shaking him.

“Izuku, get up. I’m here to take you back to the mansion.”

Wait, what?! Izuku opens his eyes, this can’t be happening. “Eijiro?!” He sits up, shaking his head and waving his hands to wipe away the man’s statement. “Please no! I don’t wanna go back there.”

“Look, I don’t know what exactly happened, and Katsuki isn’t telling me anything, but if you leave now all that work is for nothing and you don’t strike me as a quitter.”

Izuku shakes his head. “I’m not, but I don’t see how Katsuki would be willing to be partners. It’ll be uncomfortable for both of us.”

“He has no choice. This year’s national’s determines who goes to the Olympics.”

“What?!”

Eijiro grins. “Oh, did I forget to mention that?”

“Um, yeah! I-I signed up to— you know I was already concerned about nationals but now you’re telling me this is for a bid to the Olympics?! No! No! N-O, no way. I-I’m barely hanging on as is keeping up with figure skating!”

“Izuku think about it this way. You’ve both had a shot at the Olympics that were dashed. This is your second chance.”

“What do you mean both? Katsuki’s competed in the Olympics?”

“Yeah, the same year as you. I was surprised you didn’t recognize him.”

“I didn’t pay attention to the other sports because I was too busy worrying about my team.”

“Well,” Eijiro asks again. “Don’t you wanna have a second shot at gold?”

“Pfft,” Izuku sighs, “let’s just see if I can survive nationals.”

“Wonderful! Come on,” Eijiro grabs Izuku’s bag, “breakfasts on me.”

When they arrive at the mansion and walk into the house, Katsuki is standing in the living room with his arms crossed just glaring death daggers. Izuku gulps hard as he stands behind Eijiro who’d told him to let him handle Katsuki when they arrived. He was ready for the cursing, but the man just stood there.

“A-Are you sure it’ll be okay?” Izuku quietly questioned the coach. “He’s not gonna kill me in my sleep?”

“Well, at least not until after nationals.” Eijiro stared at Katsuki as he spoke. “Because he knows he has no choice.”

“Tch,” Katsuki stomps away.

‘This is gonna be a lo—ng 3 weeks!’

Excruciating to be exact. If there’s something that became brutally clear through this year to Izuku, is that in pairs skating, the chemistry between the skaters plays a role in how well they are received. They could be as technically perfect as required, but they won’t win over the audience and possibly even the judges if you can’t ‘feel’ their routine.

Their practices became mundane and performances, robotic. Katsuki didn’t touch Izuku in the same ways he had before, and he was noticing it more than ever. He realized the night Katsuki had made a move wasn’t the first time after all. Katsuki had been flirting with Izuku in his own subtle way, but he’d never caught on to it. That made Izuku feel even worse, but he also couldn’t go back on what he’d said because he meant it. Risking a relationship meant risking their careers. If they could just get through nationals and make the top 2 spots, they’ll get into the Olympics next year. So, despite the emotionless aspect of their routine, it was as good as they were going to get it to, and they were ready to take the risk...

But it still hurt.

The backstage area of the skating arena was a mad house with all the competing singles and pairs skaters cordoned off in their own dressing areas. Katsuki’s parents spared no expense on a team to get them ready. Perfect outfits, hair, and makeup to make them pop for the cameras. They looked amazing in their complimentary outfits, a perfect couple by design in every way except reality.

Ever since the night of the fight, Katsuki only spoke to Izuku as necessary in gruff tones. He would even look in his direction and never made eye contact during the practices. Eijiro tried so hard to talk to him. ‘You need to sell the illusion Katsuki. No one’s gonna buy your routine if you won’t even look at the man!’ But the hot head was unflinching in his stubbornness. His face would be towards Izuku, but his eyes looked elsewhere, and smiles were non-existent.

They were next in line, so the runners called them to the waiting area. As the pair stood and watched the performance going on before them, Izuku noticed Katsuki’s expressions growing angrier and angrier. It was his old partner with a new partner doing an amazing routine. Izuku recognized the man from the YouTube video as Shouto Todoroki and his female partner was fairly new to this level of the sport, named Momo Yaoyorozu. Had they been a couple, Izuku started to wonder, is that why Katsuki was so angry? Shouto and Momo’s scores elevated them straight to the number one position.

As they walked off the ice, both skaters smiled and nodded to Izuku, who returned the gesture with a bright smile. He had nothing against them even though they were rivals.

“No hard feelings Katsuki,” Shouto stuck out a hand.

But Katsuki slapped it away, “fuck off ice boy.”

Izuku immediately steps between them. “Sorry, K-Kacchan is just stressed.”

“Don’t talk to them Deku!” Katsuki grabs his hand and pulls him towards the ice.

As Izuku does as he’s told, he sees Shouto shaking his head in pity and he couldn’t blame the guy. Shouto seemed genuine, but it was Katsuki being the asshole. Needless to say, going into a routine angry was not the best idea.

“Kacchan, please,” speaking softly, Izuku begged one last time as they took up their positions. “Because you look too angry.”

“Don’t worry about me and just make sure you don’t screw up!”

‘Argh!’ “Got it.”

If there was one good thing, he could say about Katsuki, is the man is a machine and once the music starts, he’s all business, executing each step with precision like nothing was bothering him. Izuku too, stayed on track, meeting and exceeding his own expectations. He had been so worried that when the pressure really hit, he’d freeze up, make mistakes, and cost them this opportunity. The routine ends right on point to the wild sounds of clapping in the audience. It takes them a few moments to catch their breath before breaking apart. He tries and is rebuffed by Katsuki to hold hands as they bowed. Nevertheless, Izuku catches himself and plays it off, not wanting to appear unhappy for the judges. He thought they’d done an amazing job! At no point can he remember either making a mistake. Everything was right on point, especially the moves that carried the highest point values. They had to get 1st place! But when they stepped into the waiting box as the scores are tallied and posted, it wasn’t to be. The technical points were flawless, but the judges ranked them lower in components score... clearly the judges saw well and clear this pair was not a matching pair at all.

Katsuki storms away to the backstage area livid.

“This is all your fault Izuku!”

“My fault!” Oh, that’s it, Izuku wasn’t gonna hold back anymore. “I warned you, Eijiro warned you! You’re fucking attitude is what killed us! Every—body sees what an asshole you are except you!” He flails his arms in contempt. “A spoiled brat that can’t handle being told no!”

“You fucking take that back!” Katsuki lunges at Izuku who counters and pushes him away.

“I’m done!” Izuku screams and starts to walk away but turns back. “Oh, and for the record. I saw your last skate and Shouto did nothing wrong. You screwed up, you! Your hand slipped in the lift. No wonder you can’t keep a partner!”

Katsuki is so shocked, his mouth slams shut.

Eijiro tries to keep Izuku from leaving, but he’s done. They were in 3rd place and the odds of the last pair screwing up was slim to none because they were also former Olympic level skaters. But just as Izuku steps away they hear it over the PA, “oh, no! She fell!”

Their coach turns excitedly to the two men, “we are in!”

“No, we are not,” Izuku states matter of fact and walks away. This time he really is done. Done with all the fights and uncomfortable, complicated emotions. Going back to the Olympics would have been... the tears well up, but he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, before continuing his stride out of the room. It would have been amazing, but he’s not turning around this time. He can hear Eijiro calling his name. He can hear the sound of something smashing against the wall... it won’t change his mind. If Katsuki can’t change his attitude, then why should he have to put up with it? It’s not fair to him. A part of him once gave the man the benefit of doubt, but perhaps Izuku should have taken a hint from all the partners of his past. Katsuki Bakugou will never change. His arrogance destroys all of his relationships, and that’s not the kind of man Izuku wants anything to do with.

He grabs his belonging from the hotel room, checks out and goes straight to the airport without looking back. The whole ride home, Izuku sat in first class with his cap kept down low to avoid human interaction. It was a four-hour flight back to the mansion and his plans were to grab all of his stuff and leave before Katsuki and Eijiro could get home too. A whole year wasted... Izuku cried softly to himself in the darkened cab of the plane. Now he’ll just go back home to Minnesota and pick up where he’d left off. Going back to working with his brother in construction wasn’t the worst thing. At least he wouldn’t have to put up with being yelled at all the time or being treated like shit. And hey, he could figure skate now! Maybe he’ll find a new partner like Shouto had done. Oh, that would piss Katsuki off so bad! Izuku snorts a small laugh. He never considered himself the vindictive type, but the thought made him laugh at least.

Back home, Katsuki stood in the empty doorway to the room Izuku was using, quiet, his head lowered, not listening to the words Eijiro was saying to him. They’d arrived at the silent mansion and deep down he knew Izuku wouldn’t be there, but that didn’t make the pain hurt any less. They’d hidden the fight from the media and Olympics committee, so as far as the world knew, they would be representing the United States in pairs skating.

“We’ll need to find a replacement Katsuki... we’ll just make up a story that Izuku got an injury or something to smooth it over.”

But Katsuki doesn’t respond to the coach and simply walks away, slamming his bedroom door closed. He falls back against it, slumping down to the floor with his knees up, arms wrapped around them and his head down. This wasn’t the first-time people have walked away from him, fought with him, but Izuku was different from all the rest and when that man walked away without looking back, Katsuki felt something he’d never experienced before. Problem was, he didn’t know what it was! And so, his only recourse was to resort to what he knew which is anger. He’d smashed the makeup case against the wall and broke a mirror with the costume stand.

How dare Izuku stand up to him like that?! As far as he was concerned, he built that man into a figure skater, gave him a new career path better than some stupid construction job! This was an opportunity of a lifetime! He’d even offered Izuku a chance to be his boyfriend, doesn’t he realize what an honor that is?! Katsuki knows exactly how good he is, and any man or woman would kill to have him as their boyfriend! Yet this guy turns him down?! Ridiculous! Just walks away from going to the Olympics?! His fist is clenched so tight, he can feel the pain of his nails digging into the palm. He was so angry! So furious! So... destroyed... Izuku turned his back on him. Fuck him! Fuck— why does he care so damn much! He’ll just get a new partner. He’ll make someone else’s dreams come true...

But he didn’t want anyone else...

No, fuck that! Katsuki jumps to his feet. Izuku was beneath him. How could he have every thought this man could fit into his circle? The guy was a former hockey player from some rural town, while he came from wealth for fucks sakes! Yeah, fuck him! Know what?! Fuck everybody!

Katsuki pulls out his phone and dials his mother. “I’m going on vacation for two weeks... no. Not with him, we— I’m going alone cause I need a break!” Click Next, he calls an airlines and books the first flight to anywhere, he didn’t care where, he just wanted to leave that night. The only option for first class was Hawaii. Oh, good, they had a vacation home there anyways. Katsuki packs a carry-on of just essentials, too irritated to pack a full suitcase. He can buy more clothes when he gets there. Before he leaves, he writes a note for Eijiro with explicit instructions not to contact him until he returned. He slips it under the man’s door then takes his car to the airport since his driver is off for the rest of the night. This whole year left him emotionally unstable, so maybe some beach time and relaxation was the cure.

It was early in the morning by the time Katsuki had arrived at their vacation home on the picturesque Kohala Coast of the Big Island of Hawaii. He’d called ahead for a limo service to pick him up and drive him the 50-odd miles from the airport in Kailua Kona, and the groundskeeper to prep the house for his arrival. His plan was to do nothing but drink, relaxing alone, and to sort out whatever it was that plagued him. He’d slept for most of the ride over, but his mind would keep going back to Izuku. He tosses his bag onto his bed and walks straight to the kitchen for a shot of something, anything he didn’t care.

“ARGH!!!” Katsuki growls in the empty house. “Why the fuck can’t I stop thinking about him!!!” He takes a longer swig of the hard liquor before capping it off and heading the shower. It’s been about 36+ hours since his last one before the competition.

Day in and day out, Katsuki’s depression takes hold, alternating between fits of anger and crying until he passed out from the amount of liquor he’d consumed. The poor housekeeper that came each day, did her best to steer clear, cleaning up after those fits, to keeping the pantry stocked with bottles of liquor to avoid his wrath. For the life of him, Katsuki couldn’t understand why, of anything. Angry and feeling jilted by his partner. Confused as to why Izuku’s leaving hurt so damn much. He’d never experienced this level of despair before, just couldn’t fathom what was really causing it... okay, that was a lie. Katsuki knew damn well why he was so upset, but he just couldn’t bring himself to accept it. And so, he drank his emotions away, buried it under a tidal wave of alcohol and lived in a stupor of dreamless misery.

“Oh, thank goodness,” the housekeeper greeted Eijiro. “He’s passed out in his room.”

“Thank you, Ke’ala.” Eijiro thanks the woman and enters Katsuki’s bedroom. He rips the curtain open.

“Time to get up Katsuki! You need help.” The man on the bed is so drunk, he doesn’t even flinch. Eijiro pulls harder on his leg. “Get up Katsuki!”

The drunk mumbles something, then rolls onto his side. “You leave me no choice Katsuki.” Eijiro picks up the dead weight and carries him into the shower. He puts the man onto the shower floor fully clothed, then turns it on full blast, hitting him dead center in the face. That wakes Katsuki up real, quick!

“What the fuck?!” The man defends against the cold water, flailing his arms pitifully, and scrambling along the tiled floor until his back hits a wall. He wipes his face, “I told you not to contact me till I returned!”

“First off, your parents pay my bill and they’re the ones who sent me. Second, take a goddamn shower cause you stink to hell. Then meet me in the living room.” Eijiro tosses some clean clothes onto the counter and walks away without another word. He hears Katsuki swearing behind him, but he didn’t care.

Thirty minutes later an angry but sober, cleaner Katsuki walks into the living room and plops down onto a couch opposite of Eijiro who pushes a cup of hot coffee towards him. He takes the cup and starts to drink it, though his expression remained accusatory, with furrowed brows, just glaring at the coach. “What do you want Eijiro?”

“Do you even realize you’ve been gone a month?”

No... he hadn’t but, “what’s your point?” Katsuki retorts because he didn’t want to show he cared.

“Do you or don’t you want to go to the Olympics?”

“Of course, I do. But y’all were right all along. No one wants to be my partner, so guess that means I’m done.”

Eijiro sucks in a breath at the revelation. This was the first time he’d ever in their seven-year working relationship heard this man admit a failing. He was a little caught off guard, but in a good way. “Katsuki,” Eijiro sighs, “is this the first time you’ve ever been in love?”

Katsuki puts his cup down and leans forward. “What did you just say to me?!”

“You heard me. Just admit it, you’re in love with Izuku Midoriya.”

“Get out!” Katsuki jumps up and points at the door.

“I’m not leaving. The only way to get past this is to accept the fact you’re in love and because he left you, you’re angry and confused. You pushed him away— admit it to yourself for once in your life and just own up to it!

“I-I’m not in love with Izuku!” His hands fly up and grip to the sides of his head. All of this commotion and the emotions coupled with a hangover is creating a storm of a headache. “I’m not! I’m not! I’m not!” He shakes his head as tears start to flow. “Why is this happening to me?! I-I can’t be in love with him!” Katsuki’s hands drop, but flail in front of him. “And so, what if I am, he turned me down! I have nothing to go back to, no Olympics, no Izuku, just an empty mansion, so just let me drink myself into oblivion!” He drops back onto the couch, cradling his face in his hands as the dam of tears burst free. “Just leave me alone, please.”

Eijiro gets up and kneels in front of Katsuki, placing a hand on the man’s knee. “It’s not too late to fix things. Izuku is angry because of how you treated him, but he doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t know that,” he grumps back.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure about it. In fact, I’m quite certain he likes you too, but the way you handled approaching him, scared him. Katsuki, relationships... they require honesty, sincerity. You can’t force someone to love you. You have to make them feel loved and appreciated.”

“I don’t... know how. I don’t know what he wants! A-And I’m not good at showing my emotions.”

“Why don’t you try talking to him? Be honest with him and tell him how you feel.”

Katsuki pauses for several minutes as if his coaches words are truly sinking in. Is it really possible? Could he do it? But he’d been such an asshole to Izuku, who in their right mind would give him a second chance. Because he certainly would not... and maybe that was part of his problem. He couldn’t handle the rejection, and so he did what he knew how to do which is lash out, and that’s exactly what he did to Izuku. Katsuki sighs forlornly, “I don’t deserve a second chance.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance Kacchan.”

Katsuki’s heart stops at the sound of Izuku’s soft voice, too afraid to even look up and confirm it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. If Izuku was really here, does that mean he’d heard and saw everything from the moment Eijiro had arrived too?!

Eijiro squeezes Katsuki’s knee. “When I told Izuku what we saw you doing here, he agreed to help bring you home.”

“S-Saw?” Katsuki closes his eyes and whispers.

“This place has security cameras. So, after three weeks had passed by and you still hadn’t come home, your parents pulled up the footage and showed it to me. If I knew things were this bad, I would have come sooner.”

Katsuki’s eyes only tighten when he feels the cushion next to him depress, and the scent of Izuku’s cologne hit him, to block a new wave of tears from escaping. He had no idea how much of the footage they’d seen, but it was highly likely they’d seen the days and weeks passing by with Katsuki drinking almost non-stop. He barely ate or took care of his personal hygiene, because he’d stopped caring, and all he wanted to do was numb his pain.

“Kacchan... I didn’t mean for you to hurt yourself like this. I was— still am upset about things, but like Eijiro said, I don’t hate you and if you’re willing to work with me, like a real partner, then... then I’ll come back. But we need to set some rules, like respect. You can’t keep yelling at me and expect me to stick around.”

Katsuki looks up. “But why would you give me a second chance?”

Izuku blushes and voice softens, “because Eijiro is right. I do have a small crush on you.” But when he sees Katsuki’s face brighten, he quickly adds to his statement. “I-I’m still torn about it, s-so please don’t take that as I wanna jump into a romantic relationship right now. I’m the kind of guy that likes some sentiment, to be wooed or swept off their feet. It’s gotta build up to a point where I’ll be comfortable with the idea, because mixing business with pleasure scares me. Just look at what happened when I turned you down. It ruined everything.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” Katsuki breathes out. “This is all new territory to me, and I really don’t know how to handle it.”

“See, this is great!” Eijiro cuts in. “You guys are talking like civilized people, it’s wonderful.”

“Are you done?” Katsuki grumps.

“That depends if you’re ready to start fresh and get back to training together?”

“Kacchan?” Izuku looks over beside him. “I’m willing.”

Katsuki sighs, his heart desperately wants to, but he knows it won’t be easy to control his feelings for Izuku. “I’ll give it a try.”

The trio spends one more week in Hawaii, to give Katsuki time to fully recover from all the alcohol consumption as well as simply enjoy a Hawaii vacation. It was the first time Izuku had ever been to Hawaii and wow, he couldn’t get enough of all the food choices! And the sunsets were just stunning, glistening off of the water! So many colors, it was like heaven greeting earth each clear day.

“I’ll bring you back here on vacation,” Katsuki tells Izuku one day as they’re roaming the Waikoloa shops. “I mean, if you want to.”

Surprised, but happy by the gesture. “That’d be really nice Kacchan.” Since they had to stay longer than expected, Katsuki insisted on buying Izuku some clothes and souvenirs to take back home. He tried to refuse, but the man wasn’t taking no for an answer. It was the least he could do, was the reply for putting up with him. Katsuki also refused to step into any shop he deemed of low quality, so the King’s Shops at Waikoloa is where they went. Tori Richard’s, Tommy Bahama, and Michael Korrs, all places Izuku would never have shopped at.

As they sat in the dining room of Roy’s Waikoloa bar & grill, Izuku stares out over the manmade lake next to the shopping center. He’d adjusted to fancier food because that’s all Katsuki’s cook would make but sitting there with the man in a restaurant was a totally new experience. It was really nice, and for possibly the first time since they’d met a year ago, Izuku relaxed.

He didn’t expect a miracle, or for Katsuki to suddenly change overnight for that would be unfair, but as long as the man tried, Izuku wouldn’t leave like he’d done before. Oh, but was it tough in the beginning! In Hawaii, Katsuki could control his outbursts, but the moment the pressures of training kicked in, so to, did his old personality. Unlike before, Izuku was quicker to say something, telling him to stop before he says something he’ll regret. It seemed to do the trick. The man would stop and move on. After a month, Katsuki started to catch himself, literally mid-sentence stop, and walk away. Izuku wished he’d be more open with him instead of running away, but it was definitely an improvement. By the third month back, he even apologized. Izuku remembered the first time Katsuki said sorry and after a moment of shock, he smiled and said it was okay.

But there was one thing he hoped would come back. He still remembers the heated tingles he’d feel when Katsuki would hold him in positions. It was lost after their fight, and the man almost seemed, afraid, to touch him in the wrong way. Afraid he would make Izuku uncomfortable and risk chasing him away again. He didn’t know how to convey such a desire without confusing Katsuki and opening up a door he wasn’t ready to walk through yet. So, Izuku kept his mouth closed and focused on encouraging the man to keep improving on his social skills.

With six months left until the Olympics, the pair had their short program already choreographed and perfected. That left the long program, and the most important skate of their careers left to solidify. It was a skaters last opportunity to showcase a brilliant program and garner the highest amount of points possible.

“We need a showstopper, something new, something so damn amazing the judges will have no choice but to give us the win!” Katsuki tells Eijiro. “Whatever you need, choreographers to help you, I’ll get it.”

“Well...” the man picks a folder up from his desk, tapping it in his hand before opening it and pulling out a few sheets. He walks over to the ice where the two men were standing, slowly placing each sheet down onto the ice as he spoke. “There is one thing that my old mentor passed down. It’s never been used— because the difficulty level makes it quite impossible.”

Izuku picks up the first sheet, “it’s basically a bounce, spin into a toss, spin?”

“That’s illegal,” Katsuki looks over the man’s shoulder at the paper. “We can’t do an illegal move!”

“Legal, illegal, it’s more of a gray area,” Eijiro clarifies, “just extremely difficult.”

The longer Izuku stares at it, the worse the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. “K-Kacchan would have to spin me like a centrifuge, throw me, then catch me...” he mumbled out as the blood drains from his face. “This defies the laws of gravity and if he slips...” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but the image in his head was of a face scraped off and bloody.

“It takes a lot of skill, a lot of practice, and above all trust between the partners.”

“I don’t know...” Izuku mumbles.

“I think we can do it. Hell yeah! This would win us gold! Come on Izu, don’t you wanna win?!”

“Of course, I do, but—.”

Katsuki grabs Izukus hands, holding them firmly with such excitement behind his eyes and a sultry charm to his voice. “I really think we can do this together.”

“O-Okay,” Izuku melts under Katsuki’s sway. “I believe in you.”

“No. I believe in us.”

Izuku’s eyes widen, his heartbeat speeds up, and all those tingles rush over him. Their eyes meet and hold as seconds silently pass. The cold air of the room disappears, replaced by the warmth centered from their conjoined hands. In that moment, Izuku was willing to believe, that yes, they could pull it off if they trusted each other.

Eijiro clears his throat, “I take that as a go ahead... so!” He claps his hands. “This will be incorporated as the finale of the program.”

“Way to kill the mood man.” Katsuki grumps causing Izuku to blush.

They order custom made training outfits designed to be aerodynamic but with padding in specific areas to absorb shock from falls. It was a brutal regime, especially on Izuku’s body and nothing in his past experience with hockey could compare. Rigging could only be used as they practiced the solitary spin itself, so when they practiced without it, he suffered fall after fall, tossed onto the ice when Katsuki lost his grip on Izuku’s legs. Frankly, it’s a miracle he never broke a bone, but bruises and cuts often slowed the training down. Katsuki himself added upper body workouts to strengthen and increase his ability to not only hold onto Izuku but control the spin. Remember, this is still part of a choreographed piece to music, so timing was everything. It fell on his shoulders not to screw up and miss a step. Three months into this intensive training, Izuku finally demanded a break after a particularly brutal fall that was a breath away from dislocating his right shoulder.

“I brought you dinner,” Katsuki walks into Izuku’s bedroom where he’s resting. It was wrapped by a doctor and he was told not to use that arm for the next five days just to make sure it didn’t get worse.

“Aww, thank you Kacchan.” Izuku smiles, “you didn’t have to.”

“It’s fine.” He tries to hide his blush. “I feel bad cause I messed up again.”

Izuku takes Katsuki’s hand causing the man’s blush to grow, and squeezes, smiling, and conveying more than words ever could.

With one month to go, the pair had everything in their long program down solid, except for the new move which they’ve decided to name in honor of Eijiro’s mentor, the Pamchenko. They’ve landed it twice successfully in the last two months, and the probability of sticking it under pressure at the Olympics was slim. So, with time running out they practiced a separate move instead to fill the void. It was still pretty spectacular, but not as jaw dropping.

Katsuki’s frustration had returned much to Izuku’s disappointment and he did his best not to anger the man. It sucked to be walking on pins and needles all over again, especially because being so close to the end, quitting would be crazy. Izuku just grit his teeth and ignored the man’s tirades, then cried himself to sleep some nights in his bedroom. They’d had six months of doing so well... he really thought Katsuki was changing for the better and growing into the kind of man Izuku would get into a romantic relationship with. But worst of all, is Katsuki hasn’t noticed his effect on his partner.

Izuku flops onto his bed after dinner and lets out a deep exhale, staring at the ceiling. ‘Maybe you really can’t change some people.’ Win or lose, once the Olympics was over it was time to say goodbye to Katsuki Bakugou.

There’s something to be said about the starting of the games and the walk the Olympians do. All dressed in the colors of their countries, head held high waving to the fans as their flags signal, their arrival. It’s a proud moment that such a small number of athletes in the world ever get to experience. Through blood, sweat, and tears, this was it, this is what they’d worked so hard for years to achieve. It was a second chance for he and Katsuki to shoot for their gold medal dreams. Which is really about pride not monetary gain. It’s to prove you’re the best in the world.

The morning of the short program was spent getting prepped like usual. Costumes, check. Hair and makeup, double check. Skates shined and sharpened. Music provided to the program director. There was nothing more for them to do but wait until it was their turn. Izuku focused on staying calm and not hurling up his breakfast, while Katsuki paced like a caged animal listening over the P.A. for the results as one by one each countries teams took the ice. They could go and watch the performances, but that might fry their nerves even more than it already was. Then again watching Katsuki pace wasn’t helping either, so Izuku steps out of the dressing area and into the hall for a break.

“Izuku Midoriya?” A voice spoke from his left.

“Yes?” He turns to look and smiles. “Oh, hello Mr. Todoroki. Heading up?”

“Soon. I just wanted to congratulate you on making it this far.”

“That’s really kind of you. Congratulations as well to you and Ms. Yaoyorozu.”

“Also, for surviving Katsuki. You must be quite the man to stick around.”

‘If only you knew.’ “Um, thanks,” Izuku chuckled nervously, praying that Katsuki couldn’t hear them from inside the room. “It’s been interesting to say the least.”

“So, you plan on staying his partner after this?”

Izuku pauses, debating whether to speak up or pretend nothing was wrong. But who was he kidding, Shouto had worked with Katsuki and was his partner at the last Olympics. This man would probably know if Izuku tried to lie about anything. He lowers his voice, head shaking in emphasis of his words. “No, well, I haven’t fully decided yet.”

“Well, if you don’t give me a call. I’ll help you find a new partner.”

“Oh. Wow. Thanks!”

Shouto tips his head. “Good luck to you Izuku Midoriya.”

He smiles. “Good luck to you too, Mr. Todoroki.”

The smile on Izuku’s face stays firmly planted as he watches the man walk away. Shouto Todoroki was easy on the eyes for sure, and he appreciated how nice he was unlike his own partner. Yaoyorozu was a lucky woman in more ways than one ever since they’d announced their engagement two months back. Ah, well. One day he’ll get lucky in the love department too. Still smiling to himself, Izuku goes back into the dressing room, but instead of a pacing Katsuki he finds a glaring one looking right at him.

“Kacchan, are you okay?”

Unlike in the past, the man says nothing and doesn’t respond. He can see Katsuki’s fists clenched at his sides as if he was barely controlling his anger. Had the man heard his conversation with Shouto?! Well, you know what? After all he’s been through, he didn’t care if he had. “Fine, ignore me. We’re up soon, so be ready.” Izuku walks back outside without missing a beat. He was through with Katsuki’s behaviors.

So, surprise, surprise, the short program was like a repeat of their qualifiers. Perfect technical scores, but the components... high skating skills, high transitions, compositions, and interpretations... mediocre on the performance element. Their whole vibe lacked an emotional tie to the music or each other and the judges reamed them for it. At this level of competition, when scores differed by fractions of points, the smallest misses could be your death sentence. It left them in 4th place, 2 levels below the other American team. To reach gold now required an extraordinary long program.

The limo ride was tense the entire way back to the rented villa, with Eijiro stuck in the middle of two men refusing to even look at each other. “This is why you scored low!” He snaps at them the second they walk into the front door. “You,” he points at Katsuki. “Your anger is killing this team! I had such high hopes for you both, but without the Pamchenko, it’s over!”

“Tch!” Katsuki crosses his arms, “I ain’t got no problem with that.”

Eijiro opens his mouth to counter, but it’s Izuku who snaps first. “You, selfish, spoiled brat! It’s easy for you to say cause you’re not the one taking the greatest risk and I’ve already left the Olympics once with a sidelining injury, so I’m not gonna risk it again!�� Tears break free unencumbered as he walks straight up to Katsuki and slaps him as hard as he can across the face. “Just when I’d started to fall in love you reverted back to this,” motioning up and down at the shocked male, “the asshole who only cares about himself! How could someone like you ever love me?! How?!” Izuku screams at the top of his lungs... then silences his tears, “you can’t, not like this.” He runs away to his room, slamming the door, and leaving a flabbergasted Katsuki standing there like a fool.

“He’s right,” Eijiro walks up and stares him down. “All these years I’d hoped you would change— that he might be the key, but now I don’t know.” He walks away to his room too.

“Argh!!” Katsuki screams and leaves the house. Everything was falling down around him again! “Fuck!” But he knew it was all his own damn fault. He’d wanted so badly... and now to find out Izuku... “Fucking dumb fuck!” He screams at himself! How the hell does he fix this?!

The sun had not yet risen by the time Izuku and Eijiro were up and eating breakfast quietly in the kitchen area. Neither said anything, just looking down like robots programmed to follow mundane human behaviors. Katsuki’s bed was empty and it was clear he hadn’t slept in it, but no one knew where he was. The doorman told Eijiro the man had left after the fight and never returned, and he had turned off his phone. The coach was pretty certain Katsuki wouldn’t have left the area without retrieving his belongings, plus the airline ticket was still unused. So, where was he?

“We’ll go to the arena like normal,” Eijiro tells Izuku. “Hopefully Katsuki turns up.”

Izuku himself wasn’t in the best state of mind either and mindlessly nods at the coaches words. He knew the things he’d said to Katsuki were true and needed to be said, but that didn’t mean it made him feel any better. Part of him wanted to just forfeit and leave, but at the same time, he didn’t want to be labeled the reason a U.S. team had to forfeit. If Katsuki really was going to be the stupid one, Izuku wasn’t going to let the man take him down too. Katsuki came from wealth and didn’t need anything. All Izuku had was his reputation and honor, and that was worth protecting.

The longer the day went on with no sign of Katsuki, the more Izuku really wished he could just curl upon in some hole. He felt as if everyone in the field was silently judging him. ‘Where’s his partner? Did they have a fight? Poor guy. Aww how sad...’ there he was all dressed and ready for the long program with no partner. He warmed up on the ice just in case, but it was pretty miserable doing it all alone.

Less than two hours before they were set to skate, Katsuki’s mother walks in, dragging her son behind her. Eijiro gets up to meet his employer, but Izuku barely manages a smile when the woman comes up to him.

“I know we’ve never had a chance to meet Mr. Midoriya, my name is Mitsuki Bakugou, and I extend my warmest thanks for working with my problematic son.”

Not wanting to be rude to the woman, “it’s nice to meet you Mrs. Bakugou. Your son he... he has his good sides.”

The woman laughs, “no need to be humble, I know my son is a brat. And that’s my fault, I shouldn’t have spoiled him so much. But I just want you to know that you really have made a big impact on him.” She chuckled, “It’s been quite shocking for my husband and I to listen to Eijiro’s reports.”

“Oh...” Izuku’s eyes widen. He never knew the coach was spying! “I, um am not sure what to say,” he stammers.

“Okay, okay old hag,” Katsuki suddenly interjects and starts to push his mother out the door. “We gotta get ready, so we’ll see you after the program!”

“Don’t call me a hag you brat!” She yells at her son, then waves at Izuku. “It was nice meeting you!”

“It was uh, nice to meet you too,” Izuku responds and waves back.

Katsuki returns a few minutes later and approaches Izuku. “Could we talk in private somewhere?”

“You need to get ready first,” Izuku states matter of fact. “We skate in less than 2 hours and we need to be ready.”

Katsuki nods without arguing and goes to the stylists chair, telling them to make it quick. And it doesn’t take very long for them to dress and tame his hair. Once that’s done, Eijiro and the stylist quietly take their leave.

“So,” Izuku stands there with his arms crossed, “what did you wanna say to me?”

Katsuki sighs, long and deep, hanging his head and closing his eyes. “I know saying sorry won’t mean much at this point, but for what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry Izuku.” He opens his eyes full of tears. “Last night when I left, I was so angry at myself, at the world, then I saw you with Shouto again and that pissed me off, and I took it out on you again, and that’s not right. So, I kept walking, and walking, just thinking about everything. My life, about this sport, and most of all you. I-I don’t deserve you, at all, I know that.” He pauses for a moment and closes his eyes again. “And when I found myself standing on the edge of a pier ready to jump, I called my mom to come get me.” He chuckled forlornly, “me still crying to my mother at this age, it’s so fucking pathetic. She convinced me to come here today and finish what we’d started for better or worse, make it right by you because I’m the one who dragged you into this world and it’s not okay to make you face it alone. If you hate me, I—,”Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut again as he takes another deep breath. “I-I’ll accept that. If you never forgive me, I’ll accept it because I don’t expect your forgiveness. But I just wanna say thank you for everything and I’ll always love you Izuku.”

The whole time Katsuki spoke, the man never made eye contact with him, but Izuku could feel the waves of regret flowing from him in a way he hadn’t expected. It was different from the time in Hawaii, much more heartfelt. Not that Katsuki hadn’t been trying back then, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to describe it. This apology hit Izuku more deeply somehow and when the man said he’ll always love him— he just knewKatsuki meant it with every fiber of his soul... and he knew no one could ever replace Katsuki in his own heart.

“Oh, Kacchan I don’t hate you.” His voice was soft and full of tenderness. He closes the gap between them and takes the man’s hands, forcing him to look up. His eyes were filled with happy tears, and his ear-to-ear smile was brighter than any other time in his life. “I can’t say I’m not frustrated, but I don’t hate you. Okay? We’ll work on stuff together.”

At that moment, Eijiro pops his head back into the room. “It’s time to hit the ice guys.”

“Okay!” Izuku answers cheerfully before turning back and wiping away Katsuki’s tears and his own. “Come on,” he pulls Katsuki from the dressing chair, turning as he talks, “we’re gonna kick everyone’s ass with the Pamchenko!”

“What?!” Katsuki pulls Izuku to a stop. “No! You’re right it’s too risky! We’re not doing it!”

“Yes!” Izuku continues pulling and walking, dragging Katsuki with him, “we’re doing it!” He smiles genuinely, causing Katsuki’s cheeks to flush red.

“N-No, I don’t want to risk you getting hurt Izuku! It’s too dangerous!”

The closer they get to entrance of the rink, their voices lower but the back, and forth argument continues. Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes!! The announcer calls their names, so they skate onto the middle of the rink and assume their positions.

“If you think I’m doing all this to get a routine out of you, you’re wrong! Izuku, why are you doing this?!”

“Because,” he smirks back, “I’m in the mood to kick a little ass!”

Izuku’s statement and the energy exuding from the man, makes Katsuki’s eyes flash with an adrenaline rush of excitement. He’s never felt such a rush before a program, and he loves how it feels! Any doubt he’d had of his feelings for Izuku, melted away the second the music began.

Their bodies moved in perfect alignment, truly lost in the music and their long-practiced routine flowing as a dance along the ice like two lovers pushing and pulling against each other in reflection of the journey it took to get to that point. The audience ooh and awed, spellbound as the pairs hands, strong yet covetous, molded in loving embrace before heart stopping explosive leaps and spins send their toes curling, and lifting them off their seats. But no one was more enraptured then the two skaters. The world simply fell away, and the competition became a blur around them.

Izuku had no time to process the sheer excitement coursing through his veins or those elusive tingles he’d longed to feel again from Katsuki. But they fueled him, drove him towards their end goal, and made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt! It was magic, pure and simple.

They flowed effortlessly into the first stage of the Pamchenko, with no falter to the strong grip Katsuki had on Izuku. The man was confident which in turn made him relax and relinquish all control to Katsuki’s capable hands. Izuku stayed focused, his arms kept tightly to his sides, counting each spin as the g-force momentum built up to the perfect pitch... and finally the release. The audience goes silent as Izuku’s body spun through the air, one, two, triple axel... caught! In Katsuki’s arms as Izuku hits the ice again. The entire stadium erupts while the pair glides to a smooth stop in the middle of the rink, with Izuku dipped and cradled in Katsuki’s arm.

Neither cared about the judges or competition nor the screaming fans on their feet, cheering in a thunderous roar. It was just them gazing at each other as they caught their breaths with camera lights flashing all around them.

“But why?” Katsuki’s questions Izuku again, because he genuinely couldn’t understand why the man was willing to take such a high risk. “You didn’t have to do it.”

Izuku beams back, “I told you before,” eyes softening. “Because I love you.”

Katsuki’s heart skips and soars as he swoops in, kissing Izuku with all the pent-up passion the man brought out of him. It was magical, freeing, and nothing could compare to this moment, not even winning gold! He helps Izuku to his feet and takes his hand as they bow for the crowd then skate off the ice to await the scores. “I still don’t deserve you Izuku, but I’m gonna spend the rest of my life spoiling you rotten to earn it.”

Izuku giggles, “I just want the real Kacchan, that’s all I need to be happy.”

“Well, too bad,” Katsuki laughs back, “I’m still gonna spoil you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Katsuki clasps Izuku’s face in his hands with a grin. “I’m gonna work hard to curb my anger,” placing another kiss on the man’s lips, “but this is one fight you’ll never win, so just accept it.”

A tear trickles down Izuku’s cheek, which Katsuki smooths away with his thumb. Izuku felt like a damn princess in some fairytale, his eyes twinkling in the light. “Oh, Kacchan...”

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schrijverr · 3 years

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After all those years side by side, no matter how begrudgingly, Midoriya and Bakugo know each other. Something that they notice more and more during their time at UA. And maybe just the fact that they know each other can be enough to rebuilt what had been lost.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings none really, but tell me if I missed anything!

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Midoriya and Bakugo grew up together. This was a fact most of the class was aware off with the rivalry and all around weird dynamic the two had, but most of them forgot what it entailed to grow up with someone.

You see, Midoriya and Bakugo didn’t just grow up together, they grew uptogether.

The ‘they knew each other from diapers, spend most of their time together, called each other’s mom auntie’- grew up together.

It had only been recently that the bullying had really picked up steam. Around the time when they got into a bigger Middle School where just having a flashy quirk wasn’t enough to be the best in the school and Bakugo started to feel threatened.

That didn’t excuse anything he’d done, but that wasn’t currently the point. The point was that they knew each other incredibly well, even if they would deny it.

And the denying it meant others forgot. Sometimes, however, a little comment or action would remind everyone just how long of a history they had together.

Today was such a day. The class was fighting in an open field to practice in different environments and stealth. It was hot and all were tired and ready for a break, groaning in relief when Aizawa finally announced it.

Bakugo was also about to plop down somewhere, when Midoriya said: “Kacchan, ant hill,” as he pointed to a spot near Bakugo.

“Hm,” Bakugo just hummed in acknowledgment, not thanking the other, before deciding to sit somewhere else.

“What just happened, bro?” Kirishima asked.

“Ant hill,” Bakugo replied as explanation.

Kirishima still looked confused, so Midoriya explained: “The nitroglycerin smells sweet and attracts insects like ants. If he isn’t careful, he’ll be crawling with them. That happe-”

“That’s enough, nerd. I think he gets it,” Bakugo interrupted, before going back to ignoring them when Midoriya shut his mouth and turned to his own friends.

Uraraka said: “I always forget you two know each other.”

“Wha?” Midoriya replied, “We don’t know each other that well. I mean, we barely interacted constructively in Middle School.”

“You have your moments,” Momo said, “Just here and there, but it’s hard to miss and you’re probably right that it petered out with time. I mean, it barely happens now.”

“Yeah, Bakugo could glare anything you know about him away,” Uraraka giggled and the conversation moved on.

It didn’t particularly stick with Midoriya, nor anyone else for that matter and life moved on. Of course, it popped back up a few weeks or so later, when it happened again.

Midoriya wasn’t usually late for class, or just the morning in general. He liked getting up early and was usually the first one outside.

Today, however, had not been his day. He had a nightmare during the night, barely fallen asleep only to sleep through his alarm and nearly missing his station by almost falling asleep on the train ride over. All of this was topped off by the fact that he had forgotten a goddamn pen.

“Uhm, does anyone have a pen?” he asked softly.

A few people nearby held out a pen to him and he sighed. There wasn’t anything wrong with the pens, of course not, and it was real nice of them to offer at all. It was just- It was just that Midoriya wrote a lot, so he had done research into what the best pens were.

He was a pen snob! There, he said it.

He was a pen snob and he really liked the one specific sort of pen and none of his classmates had it, so he would have to make due with another pen for one day. That wasn’t even that bad, he was just being dramatic.

But his night had already been so shit and all he wanted was his nice little pen, but apparently that was too much to ask.

“Midoriya?” Fumikage asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He was one of the few holding out a pen and Midoriya sighed, before plastering on a smile to thank the other for the pen. However, his hand never reached the pen, because Bakugo sighed before turning around and shoving a pen in his hand while he grumbled: “I don’t even know why you think these write nice. They don’t.”

In his hand there was now a pen, his pen. Well, not his pen, but one like his and he nearly teared up over it.

“Thank you, Kacchan!” he bowed.

“Tsk, don’t mention it, it’s stupid,” Bakugo huffed, turning back to the front of the class.

Later, during lunch Iida and Uraraka asked what was up with that interaction and Midoriya shrugged as he explained: “I like the ways those pens write. It’s a bit embarrassing that I’d prefer to write with them, but I do. I guess, Kacchan must have remembered.”

It was at that point that Midoriya remembered the conversation from a few weeks ago and he hummed thoughtfully to himself. For as much as he knew of Kacchan, it seemed the other still remembered a lot of him as well.

He started to pay more attention to it afterwards. While he still walked on Bakugo’s right side since the hearing in his left ear was slightly damaged, Bakugo still took the same train as him even though there was a station closer to his house, just because Midoriya used to be scared of taking the train by himself.

When they walked, they unconsciously matched paces and even when they weren’t near each other, they were aware of the others position. Midoriya thought the latter one had only been him, but then Kirishima had said: “Oh, I still have Midoriya’s notebook.”

After which Bakugo had snatched it out of his hands and thrown it directly at Midoriya, even though he was on the other side of the room and Bakugo hadn’t paid him any attention. He’d caught it, only because Bakugo had thrown a lot of stuff at him during their childhood.

More small stuff like that stacked up.

Naturally there was also bigger stuff that others in the class caught onto, like with the muttering. He knew he muttered and no one could follow him, but he couldn’t help it. It always happened when they had to give each other feedback.

“Of course if he’s up against someone with a water quirk, they could render him practically useless by using the conductivity of the water against him, so he would have to invest in hand to hand combat, because there are probably more with conductivity quirks and he would have to be able to defend himself against them and know which materials are conduc-” Midoriya muttered.

“Oi, Deku, shut up, he gets it,” Bakugo interrupted him.

“Oh, sorry, Kaminari,” Midoriya apologized.

“It’s- It’s okay, don’t worry, Midoriya,” Kaminari quickly said, “I- uhm, I just didn’t quite catch that, sorry.”

“He says your useless against conductivity quirks and you need to work on your hand to hand combat, you idiot,” Bakugo said, before Midoriya could go on a tangent again.

“You can understand that?” Kaminari asked.

“What? Of course,” Bakugo frowned, “You should have heard him when he was little, I swear aun- his mom was going to pull her hair out for a while there.”

Midoriya blushed and said: “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You failed public speaking in 7thgrade, because the teacher thought you were swearing under your breath the entire time,” Bakugo raised a brow.

Some people in the class snorted as Midoriya got even redder, luckily Aizawa saved him by moving on to the next person giving feedback.

When they were walking between classes Kirishima bumped shoulders with Bakugo and said: “I always forget that you already knew Midoriya.”

“I don’t.”

“So, you understanding him and knowing in which grade he failed public speaking for mumbling, was just a freak accident?” Serogrinned.

Bakugo glared at him, but most of class 1-A had become immune to it, so hejust raised a brow in return. He looked away and grumbled: “Shut the fuck up.”

“Ahw, come on, don’t be like that, bro. I think it’s very manly of you to remember stuff about your friends,” Kirishima said, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“I’m not Deku’s friend,” Bakugo replied, shrugging off the arm before storming off.

He wasn’t that goddamned nerds friend, alright. They just used to be and the dumbass was always following him, it was almost impossible not the know things about him. And his mom was friends with auntie and it was boring to be the only two kids at gatherings, so they spend time actually talking to one another even after they stopped being close friends.

Sue Bakugo for being observant, which was a useful skill as a hero, mind you. So no, he wasn’t the nerds friend, the other had just been a constant.

Nevertheless, he hated how he noticed the other still had the stupid granola bars Bakugo used to enjoy as a kid, because he shared with the nerd and then he liked them as well or how he found himself looking in Deku’s eyes after he had managed to get himself hurt, because he would always say he was fine while his eyes would betray him.

Neither said anything about it of course, they were content to live with the truth that their lives had been interlocked and they knew each other well, without ever speaking a word about it. Well, until they had to move into the dorms that was.

Apparently all the years of familiarity got more obvious when living together.

They didn’t even get time to ease into that realization. It didn’t creep up on them like it had done before, but just happened on the first morning when Midoriya was up first and put on the kettle to make tea.

When Bakugo got up, he saw the tea Midoriya was making and just put a cup next to it with a small grumble that could be considered questioning, before he ambled off to make breakfast.

Midoriya just hummed in acknowledgment and made two cups of tea exactly like his mom used to make, because he and Bakugo had stood next to her with wonder in their eyes as she showed them how and neither had ever taken their tea differently.

Bakugo was making pancakes for everyone, like his dad used to do, because he was on the roster to make breakfast. He plated it for everyone, leaving it blank so that their could figure out their own topics, except for two. One he drenched in syrup and the other he put butter on to melt.

A few other were just in time to see them exchange a cup of tea for a plate of pancakes, while Bakugo grumbled: “All that syrup is going to rot your teeth.”

“Butter is boring though,” Midoriya mumbled back, both were tired and the whole interaction hadn’t caught up to them yet.

It did when Mina slid onto the breakfast table next to them and yawned: “You could have put butter on my pancakes too, Bakugo. Now it didn’t melt as much.”

“How the fuck would I know how you eat your pancakes, raccoon,�� Bakugo asked.

“You knew Midoriya’s pancake order,” Mina pouted.

At that both were quiet for a moment, then they quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring their cheeks as they desperately ignored the others eyes. More people came to the table and Tsu asked: “Why are they looking like that, kero?”

“They realized that Bakugo knew Midoriya’s pancake order and Midoriya made Bakugo tea like he always takes it,” Mina informed her gleefully, having realized why her words made the two boys react like that.

“Ahw, how cute,” Hagakure said.

“I’m not cute,” Bakugo growled, before stuffing the last of his pancakes in his mouth and stomping off.

“Someone’s touchy,” Kaminari said. He was just walking up and had missed the conversation, luckily both Mina and Hagakure were there to inform him and he laughed at what had made his friend so touchy.

Before anyone else could be told as well, a still blushing Midoriya squeaked: “Can we please not make a big deal out of this.”

“Why?” Mina pouted.

“Yeah, it’s sweet that you two still know things about each other,” Hagakure agreed.

“It’s a bit embarrassing after so long,” Midoriya confessed, “It’s better now, but we kind of didn’t talk for a long while and Bakugo was kind of mean back then. So, it’s still weird to know that sort of stuff when we feel like we’re just getting to know the other again. And having it pointed out is a bit embarrassing because of it.”

It was quiet for a moment and Midoriya said: “Ah, sorry, it’s too early for rants like that and it’s not a big deal really, sorry-”

“Stop it, Midoriya,” Mina cut him off, “We’ll stop, or at least try.”

“Really?”

“Of course, it’s still funny, but we’re not going to be rude about it,” Kaminari said, “Though no promises.”

“Thank you,” Midoriya bowed before finishing his breakfast too and going to get ready for the day as well.

The others did try to keep that promise and it seemed even people who hadn’t been there caught onto it pretty quickly, because no one commented when Bakugo unthinkingly wrote down a snack Midoriya liked on the shopping list because it had become commonplace in the Bakugo household after Midoriya became a regular guest, nor when Midoriya knew which piece Bakugo wanted to be in aboard game.

It was just something that happened and no one commented on.

Time went on and Midoriya and Bakugo leveled a big part of a fake city and solved a bit of their issues as they got on the road to friendship again.

They had mostly been just friendly with each other, but they hadn’t made an effort to spend time with each other one on one when circumstance made the time for them. It was late, probably already 3 AM and Midoriya was in the kitchen.

A nightmare had woken him and he felt too jittery to truly try and sleep again, so he went downstairs and made himself some tea. He was just about to pour it when a rough soft voice started him: “Can I have a cup too?”

He turned around and saw Bakugo, who was looking worse for wear. Midoriya smiled: “Of course, Kacchan,” and put down another cup to pour.

It was quiet in the kitchen after that. They stood near the counter and sipped their tea, not really making eye contact while still being comfortable.

When he was nearly halfway done with his tea, Midoriya asked: “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really much to talk about,” Bakugo shrugged.

“Happens often?”

“Enough.”

“Never seen you down here before.”

“I usually stay in my room, felt a bit trapped today,” Bakugo explained, “I take it you’re down here often.”

“The tea helps,” Midoriya nodded.

They fell silent again, sipping their tea and not feeling the need to talk. Maybe talking about what woke them up would be good, but neither felt the need to relive what had shaken them enough to keep them from sleeping.

Before they were done with their tea, Bakugo put on the kettle again and poured them a new cup when they were done. Instead of staying quiet and just drinking the tea, however, he said: “Wanna watch something? I think I still have the All Might cartoons in my room.”

Midoriya grinned as he remembered all the sleepovers where they tried to stay awake, but ultimately fell asleep watching those cartoons. He nodded: “Lead the way.”

And so they ended up on Bakugo’s bed, with Midoriya on his right side so that the earbuds they shared could be in Bakugo’s right ear. Midoriya leaned on his shoulder and neither said more as they watched the drawn All Might beat up fake villains.

They woke early from Midoriya’s alarm, who always got up way too early for Bakugo’s taste. He groaned: “Why do you always do that?”

“Carpe diem, Kacchan,” Midoriya grinned.

“Go carpe fucking diem somewhere else, Zuku,” Bakugo told him as he turned around in his bed.

Midoriya grinned with the return of the nickname that had been long before Deku. He slipped out of the bed and smiled: “I will, Kacchan. Oh, and Kacchan?”

“What.”

“The next time, feel free to come downstairs again. It was better with you there.”

Bakugo lifted his head to look at Midoriya. It was a vulnerable look that he still managed to make judgmental and surprised, before he burrowed his head into his pillow again and said: “Sure, whatever.”

“Bye, Kacchan,” Midoriya left the room sneakily, not minding that Bakugo hadn’t replied.

Neither spoke of the night with anyone, nor each other. At least, not during the day. At night they drank their tea and watched cartoons, usually ending in either one of their rooms, to fall asleep next to one another and to be woken by Midoriya’s alarm.

Sometimes they talked about what kept them awake, about the memories that haunted them. But mostly they were quiet, knowing the other understood and they didn’t have to talk about it, that they could be them for a moment and it would be fine.

They had seen the other at their lowest points, they didn’t have to pretend to be strong.

Their nightly tea sessions didn’t really bleed over into their day to day interaction, since it was kind of their secret. They hadn’t planned on it, but it wasn’t something you easily shared, so they kept it to themselves.

The only difference was that they got more familiar with each other again.

Respected rivalsmaking way for friends.

Some others in the class caught onto it. It was hard to miss how they weren’t at each others throats anymore and how they sat next to each other when making homework, or how they didn’t get embarrassed about the fact that they knew how the other ate certain foods.

None, however, had realized how much closer the two had gotten again until Bakugo was annoying Midoriya. He was bored and Midoriya was doing homework. He started just saying: “Are you done yet?”

“No, I just started, Kacchan. Maybe you should start to,” Midoriya told him.

“Don’t want to.”

“Not my problem.”

A few of their fellow classmates raised their brow at Bakugo’s behavior. He always tried to be stoic and uncaring, but that had never been truly him. He just wanted attention and would be annoying to get it, especially with Midoriya, who had always given him attention freely.

Midoriya wasn’t giving him attention now. He had lost the fear for Bakugo and the starry eyed admiration also wasn’t so strong anymore, so he was writing down answers and ignoring Bakugo.

So, he poked him.

Midoriya stopped writing for a second and looked at him with a raised brow, he just looked back with a look that screamed ‘what you gonna do about it?’ and poked again. This time he got a tried sigh and look, before Midoriya went back to writing.

Poking didn’t work, so he turned to the thing he knew would work, the thing he had always done that annoyed Midoriya to no end.

When Midoriya put his pen down to write again, Bakugo smacked the top of the pen, causing him to scribble down something illegible. Midoriya exhaled annoyed, but was determined to ignore Bakugo as he attempted to write again, only for the same to happen again.

“Will you stop that, Kacchan.”

“Stop what?”

“Are you serious? Really?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re smacking my pen. It’s annoying, you know I find that annoying.”

“My hand must have slipped.”

“Just stop.”

“I won’t do it anymore, promise.”

“Hmm, okay,” Midoriya said, still suspicious, before turning back to his notebook, eyeing Bakugo as he put down his pen again.

True to his word, Bakugo didn’t hit the pen again. No, instead he pulled Midoriya’s notebook out from under his pen. A stripe crossed over the page and Midoriya whipped his head towards him, fuming.

“Are you a child? Give that back, you dick.”

“What? This?” Bakugo asked, holding the notebook above his head as he got out of his chair, “Why don’t you come get it.”

Midoriya was out of his chair, before Bakugo could even finish the sentence and running towards him with a battle cry. Bakugo, however, had seen it coming and was already running too.

“No fighting in the dorms,” Iida yelled after them, but was ignored by both.

Bakugo ran around the tables and couches with Midoriya on his heels. Bakugo was laughing, which was weird in itself, but Midoriya was cursing at him, which might be even weirder. Anyone who had been attempting to do their homework was now just watching intrigued as the two chased each other.

“Should we try to split them up?” Iidaasked Momo, “Or get a teacher?”

“They’re not using their quirks, so I don’t think any of the teacherswill have more success than us,” Momoresponded.

“So you want to break them up?” he asked.

Momolooked at the two again. Midoriya was attempting to grab the notebook, while Bakugo stopped him with a hand on his forehead. She sighed: “I don’t know if we can. Maybe wait until they’ve calmed down a bit?”

Right at point Midoriya screamed: “I will lick your hand, Kacchan, don’t test me.”

It was a weird threat to make, but it seemed effective, because Bakugo’s eyes got big and he snatched his hand back as he replied: “Don’t you fucking dare, Zuku.”

Midoriya quickly grabbed his notebook back, before he said: “Of course I’m not going to do that, I’m not stupid, Kacchan. That’s poisonous.”

There was a little pause and everyone thought it was over, but then Bakugo glared: “You little shit,” and the chase was on again.

Uraraka asked: “Was it just me or did Bakugo call Midoriya Zuku?”

“He probably said Deku,” Seroreplied.

“No, I heard Zuku too,” Hagakure said.

They discussed whether or not Bakugo had called Midoriya Zuku while the two ran around the room. Before anyone could ask, it was answered for them. Bakugo had managed to tackle Midoriya, but the other had twisted them around and had set in a tickle attack.

He knew all of Bakugo’s ticklish spots and he was showing no mercy. It had been sort of fun to roughhouse with Kacchan again, but he was also determined to win, so he didn’t yield when Bakugo pleaded: “Zuku, let me go. Zuku, please.”

“What? I don’t hear you, Kacchan,” Midoriya said the innocence in his voice not fitting the situation.

“Zuku, don’t- don’t do-hohoho this t- to me-he,” Bakugo managed through the giggles.

“I thought you wanted me to pay attention to you? This not attention?” Midoriya asked, pressing into Bakugo’s ribs, which he knew the other hated.

They were interrupted by Iida, who took pity on Bakugo. As a younger sibling he had been in that position many times before and he felt that as a responsible class president, he should step in. He said: “Okay, that’s enough, both of you.”

Midoriya blinked almost as if he’d forgotten other were there, before he smiled and let Bakugo go as he said: “Of course, sorry.”

Bakugo rubbed his sore ribs and groaned: “I forgot you were a little shit, Zuku.”

“According to auntie, you’re the little shit,” Midoriya countered.

“Mom didn’t know you were also responsible for the shit we did,” Bakugo huffed.

“Will you ever forgive me for the cake incident?” Midoriya asked.

“No.”

“But Kacchan,” he whined.

“No, I got grounded for that, you know how much it takes for the old hag to ground me,” Bakugo replied.

“To be fair, you didn’t disagree with it and I got a stern talking too as well,” Midoriya countered.

“Auntie couldn’t give a stern talking too if her life depended on it. It can’t have been that bad, Zuku.”

“You obviously have never had a talking to from her.”

“We both know I did, she just does the sad thing that makes you feel guilty, it’s not stern.”

“But you feel bad after!”

Bakugo thought for a second then gave in: “Yeah, okay, it does make you feel bad.”

“See, we both had consequences.”

“I’m still mad about it.”

“Okay, so I am not following any of this,” Mina interrupted, “But since when do you call Midoriya Zuku?”

“I don’t.”

“You literally just did. It’s not manly to lie, bro,” Kirishima backed Mina up.

Midoriya burst out laughing when Bakugo didn’t reply and just looked away as if not seeing them would make the question disappear. Midoriya was more than willing to throw his friend under the bus and answered for him: “Kacchan has always called my Zuku, I think he stopped in Middle School.”

“I started calling you Deku when we were eight, dumbass,” Bakugo corrected.

“Yeah, but you called me Zuku at gatherings with auntie and uncle until Middle School,” Midoriya said.

“Whatever,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, “The fact is that I stopped and don’t call him that.”

“You know that lying doesn’t work if everyone just saw you do something else, right?” Midoriya grinned.

“Shut the fuck up, they must have misheard,” Bakugo insisted.

“Why would you be embarrassed about this, kero?” Tsu asked.

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Then why are you denying it?”

“Why are you all so interested?” Bakugo countered, not answering the question.

“Come on, Bakugo,” Mina whined, “You and Midoriya hardly talked up until recently and now you have a nickname for him and you bicker like you’ve always done it. Can’t we be curious what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Bakugo groused and everyone turned to Midoriya.

“Wha? Oh, uh, nothing happened,” he stumbled over his words to back Bakugo up, “We got over our differences. It would be weird for him to still call me Deku.”

No one reacted to that, though some shrugged in a ‘that’s fair’-manner.

When it seemed nobody was about to move, Iida clapped his hands: “That was enough excitement, we were making homework.”

People groaned, but everyone ambled back to the table, some stopping to get themselves a snack or tea or something. As everyone left, Midoriya hauled Bakugo onto his feet as he asked: “Going to annoy me again?”

“Nah, made enough of a spectacle out of myself today,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Ahw, areyou embarrassed?” Midoriya teased.

“Shut up, Zuku.”

“You are!”

“I said shut up.”

“Rude, Kacchan.”

“Leave me alone.”

“So you don’t want tea? I was going to make some for myself and ask if you wanted any, but since you want me to leave you alone...”

“… Make me tea.”

Midoriya giggled, but said nothing as he went to make them both tea. They studied silently afterwards, only breaking their silence to check something with the other.

They had come full circle from friends to strangers to friends once more. The fact that they had known the other so well - it couldn’t be erased even if they tried - had been the thing that rebuild their relationship.

Kacchan and Zuku grew up together, they knew each other and that was something constant.

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I’ve just realised it’s been over a year since you last listed your top 10 characters! Has anything changed since then?

a lot has changed! actually, every single ranking has changed from last time except for one (which you can probably guess, lol).

1. Bakugou (previous rank: 1)

yes, believe it or not, Bakugou is still my favorite. I’ll understand if you all need a moment to recuperate from the shock of this.

2. Deku (previous rank: 4)

hi, so. I really love Deku a lot. I think he is a great character and there’s a lot of subtlety and complexity to him that he doesn’t always get credit for. he is loving and kind, but he’s not a pushover. he has moments of deer-in-headlights anxiety when he’s in the spotlight or talking to celebrities (or girls), but then he’ll go and launch into a five-hour speech if someone mentions a topic he’s interested in. he’s very much aware of the huge burden that’s been placed on his shoulders, and is struggling to figure out how to become his own person (which is fucking hard, you guys; how many sixteen-year-olds do you know who have a solid, firm idea of who they are as a person and what it is about themselves that makes them unique individuals?) while still living up to All Might’s legacy. he’s smart and determined and capable of extraordinary things, but second-guesses himself and has a tendency to overthink everything he does. he is interesting!! and he doesn’t always get credit for being interesting! but he is! anyways Deku ilu.

3. Aizawa (previous rank: 2)

still the best. still so tired. the manga is tripling down lately on highlighting how awesome he is. childhood angst and guilt and trauma?? yes. kicking lots of ass?? hell yes. being outrageously sexy with his floating wavy hair and glowy red eyes and spending almost this entire arc in Eraser Mode while Horikoshi hopes to god no one remembers how he made it a Whole Thing after USJ that Aizawa supposedly couldn’t hold his quirk for long periods like that anymore?? oh, you bet. who is even gonna complain about it. you?? I sure am not. and last but not least, being the greatest dad in the world who’s willing to stab god in the face in order to stay alive to protect his children and continue to watch them grow?? fam. you goddamn know that is a YES WITH CAPITAL LETTERS. how can one character honestly be so great. how can he even contain it. he’s so powerful.

4. Todoroki (previous rank: 5/6)

Ochako slid all the way off my top ten list and I feel so bad about it. but she hasn’t had the spotlight for a long time, and meanwhile Shouto has had what feels like ARC AFTER ARC of being awesome and doing awesome things like becoming Bakugou’s Undisputed Best Friend, having the longest and purest canon romantic relationship in the series (I am of course talking about him/soba), and playing a key role in one of the most beautifully executed family arcs I have ever seen, with his conflicted feelings about his father that are so layered that THEIR LAYERS HAVE LAYERS. and meanwhile his quirk kicks as much ass as ever. remember that one time Shouto almost burned Tetsutetsu alive. remember that other time he fucking annihilated Ending (“GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER”)?! and meanwhile he remains the goodest and purest child in the entire series, making sure Mt. Lady’s heart is okay, and offering his two friends internships without a second’s hesitation because THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS DO. it’s just what they do you guys.

5. Hawks (previous rank: n/a! welcome to the top ten kiddo.)

OH NO I LOVE A MURDERER WHAT A STUNNING INDICTMENT OF ME. send me off to jail. anyway so I have always liked Hawks, but the latest arc has sent him skyrocketing up through the ranks of my heart. not because of the murder thing, but... okay well but actually, it is because of the murder thing though. NOT BECAUSE I’M HAPPY HE KILLED A GUY WE ALL LOVED, jesus, but because of how well Horikoshi portrayed his struggle over it. he didn’t want to do it!! but he ended up having to in the end, and he paid one hell of a heavy price for it. and listen, but if you give me a character who is smart, who is compassionate, and who is one of the most mentally and physically capable characters we’ve seen in the series and yet simultaneously does not have even the slightest ounce of regard or self-preservation for his own mental health? a character who is tired, who is willing to make sacrifices up to and including the ultimate sacrifice for what he believes is the greater good? a character who is achingly alone and isolated in so much of what he has to go through, who doesn’t dare drop his guard ever, who’s not able or willing to share his burdens with anyone else? if you give me a character like that, and then ask me not to love him, it’s like. I am very sorry but I truly have no say in it at this point. he’s adopted. I’m sorry it’s the law.

6. Tomura (previous rank: n/a)

OH NO I LOVE TWO MURDERERS WHAT EVEN IS WRONG WITH ME. hahaha. so in between the time of now and when I last did a character ranking, Tomura had a flashback! and it was very traumatic! he was little and sweet and his dad was a dick and there was a lot of blood and gore and a dog died!! and then AFO was all “HELLO IT’S ME COME TO SWOOP IN AND ADOPT YOU AND ENCOURAGE YOU TO KILL STUFF AND ALSO HERE ARE YOUR DEAD FAMILY’S SEVERED BODY PARTS TO ADORN YOURSELF WITH SO YOU NEVER STOP FEELING MISERABLE.” and everyone sitting there reading was all, “well I’ll just come out and say it, I can sort of understand why he became a murderer now,” and we all agreed that yes, it did indeed make a great deal of sense, when you put it that way. anyway, so obviously you can’t not feel empathy toward the kid after all that, even if he is going around killing A WHOLE LOT MORE people now, and has basically gone batshit insane actually. I remain steadfast in my conviction that Tomura is not the actual final villain -- AFO is. and call me crazy, but in spite of everything, I still think this kid has a shot at redemption. it won’t be pretty, and it’ll be a long, long path, and he might not ever fully make it all the way, but he’s someone who’s been manipulated and used as a puppet his entire life, and I want him to have the chance to finally break free from that. hopefully he’ll get it.

7. Mirko (previous rank: n/a)

so previously this section just said “MIRKO!!!!!”, which I honestly think sums it up pretty well. I honestly can’t think of any other character who has come along and just slapped me straight across the face with their sheer awesomeness as much as her, though. every time she’s onscreen/on the page my face is just a huge grin the entire time. she is fearless. like, she’s the type of person who actually does laugh in the face of danger -- like that’s not just an expression, she will LITERALLY LAUGH. she is Peter Pan with a dagger to his throat, smiling and saying “to die would be an awfully big adventure.” she is someone who’s found her purpose in life and is thriving. Mirko has no time for your existential angst; she’s too busy kicking ass every minute of every hour of every day. I love her so, so much. thank you so much Horikoshi for being obsessed with her and making her the biggest badass in the whole series.

8. All Might (previous rank: 3)

I still adore him! he just has had next to nothing to do for what seems like forever, so the other characters who are still getting steady development are kind of just sneaking past him one by one. but he is still the absolute best. he cares so much. so, so, so, so much. he’s not always the most natural when it comes to being a teacher or a mentor, and he stumbles and makes mistakes, but he loves his kids. he cares about them so fiercely. and that’s far and away the most important thing, and it’s not even close. and he’s also just so endlessly self-sacrificing and constantly putting everyone else before himself, and it’s insane. he’s someone who is just constantly thinking, “how can I do more, how can I help more, what else can I do to try and make the world better” even as he stumbles along with half a lung, and struggles with his feelings of inadequacy and helplessness and feeling like it’s just still not enough. I want to give All Might the biggest hug in the world and tell him that it’s all right, that he did good, that the kids are going to be all right. when Aizawa told him “you being alive is enough” I almost had a breakdown tbh. anyway if I keep going I’m gonna talk myself into moving him back up the list and then I’ll have to rearrange this whole thing lol so suffice it to say, fuck yeah All Might.

9. Momo (previous rank: 7)

when is Momo gonna do more stuff, Horikoshi?? huh??! he does realize that whenever she does stuff it’s always amazing?? so why is she not just constantly doing amazing, awesome stuff all the time?? I don’t know, and frankly I’ve had just about enough of this. let Momo do stuff 2020. but I won’t talk about this anymore for now because I haven’t ready any chapter 278 spoilers and I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

(ETA: I HAVE READ CHAPTER 278 NOW AND ALL I CAN SAY IS YESSSSS!!! MOMO!!!! also I swear to god I genuinely had not seen any spoilers when I was writing this post lol, it was a total coincidence. I’m glad the “let Momo do stuff 2020″ campaign was so immediately successful though.)

10. Kaminari (previous rank: 8)

last but not least, my five-and-a-half-year-old traitor son, Kaminari Denki. he is just such a shining beam of light and life and goodness and chaos. there is this amazingly buoyant energy whenever he’s on the page that just fills me with love for him. I constantly just want to ruffle his hair, just, all the damn time. he is everybody’s friend, he loves them all so much, and he fearlessly calls Bakugou “Kacchan” heedless of the repercussions (OF WHICH THERE WERE NONE!!), and he sincerely tells Jirou that he’s in awe of her musical talents, and he wrecked his fingers learning to play guitar for her but he was happy to do it, and he was afraid to fight in the big ALL THE VILLAINS VS ALL THE HEROES battle because DUH!?! but he still did it anyway because he had to protect his friends. and his quirk and its side effects are constantly used for comic relief and not taken seriously at all (even though it’s actually insanely powerful holy shit), but he doesn’t care because he’s happy to make his friends happy. he’ll willingly be the butt of the joke if it means he gets to see them laugh. he just has such a big heart, and in all seriousness, if you think he’s the traitor I just don’t even know what to say to you.

so that’s it! Tokoyami, Ochako, Shinsou, Iida, and Sero would probably be the next five, with Endeavor, Toga, Mina, Jirou, and Mirio rounding out the top twenty. maybe not in that exact order but it’s close enough. really there are only like three characters in the series I actually truly dislike, so I’m honestly glad “top ten” is the general standard otherwise I’d be here all night running through them all lol.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Concept time: there's pro-hero themed host establishments, right? Say Izuku comes in one night, about to pay for the host wearing his costume, but then sees Reader wearing Ground Zero's costume and cannot pass up the opportunity to have some very confusing and horny catharsis. The Reader needs our prayers

God, just imagine all the fucking layers to this kind of relationship.

It starts as a joke, a party meant to tease everyone about their high-school crushes Uraraka’s given a very… well-endowed Deku, Katsuki is stuck between two Red Riots, even Todoroki has to deal with a confused Endeavors following him around all night. Izuku was set up with Shoto’s Host, but he notices Ground-Zero’s, their costume as identical to the real thing and their personality just as similar, with the former missing a few key parts, of course. Needless to say, he returns a few days later, alone.

It’s harmless, at first, fucked-up but harmless. You’ve been paid less to do worse than let a Pro-Hero spank you and call you by your character’s name, with a highly specific non-disclosure agreement, of course. He comes in once a month, then once a week, then he’s giving you his home address so you can come to him once a day. All the while, he’s getting more… intense. He’s having you roleplay specific scenarios, giving you a junior-high uniform to wear (a male one, if I’m not spelling this out clearly enough), paying you just to sit there and apologize to him over and over again as he just… takes it in, silently, only occasionally with his dick out. You’re shown out by his assistants, those days.

He’ll grab you, hold you down, intimidate you, doing all the things he wishes he could’ve done to Katsuki, all those years ago. You’ll have bruises you didn’t have before after each meeting, new cuts and sprains you only discover the day after. He’s not a gentle lover, even if he’s more than happy to have his personal medics tend to you, afterward. Izuku’s like that at the best of times. He’ll hold you close and be satisfied, one minute, only to pin you underneath him and ‘not hear’ your safe word the next. He’s unpredictable.

You stop. Of course you do. It’s weird and you don’t like it and it feels wrong to let Japan’s Number One Hero hump your leg as you tell him how brave he is. But, by the time you cut him off, it’s already too late. Izuku tends to get… attached, rather quickly.

Your other clients dwindle quickly, getting arrested or attacking you or just disappearing, without explanation. The connection is made quickly, and soon, your kicked out of your Club and a new Ground Zero is brought in, one with less of a stigma around them. Before you can even think about looking for work, Izuku is there, insisting that you come back to his penthouse and stay with him until you get back on your feet, that he’s come to think of you as a friend, that he’d hate to see you struggle because of ‘his actions’. You’re given a room with a darker aesthetic than you’d like, stocked with shelves upon shelves of those gushy romance novels you heard Ground Zero liked, the walls covered with posters and pictures of Deku. You’re told it’s the guest room. You don’t believe them.

You don’t really get a chance to find a new job or a better place to stay. You’re always light-headed, always tired, always so dizzy, even if your health is perfect. You’ve caught Izuku coming into your room a handful of times, but you’re never conscious enough to tell him to leave. When you are awake, he’ll pout and whine if you don’t take like ‘him’, if you don’t stay in-character constantly. Soon, he’s threatening to kick you out if you don’t wear this or do that or talk to him like he’s trash. You don’t have another place to go. You wear what he wants you to.

You’ll hardly notice when he puts a shock-collar around your neck, a chain around your ankle, when he stops asking if you’re alright with being whipped, tonight. He does treat you well, most of the time, taking as much pride in caring for his ‘Kacchan 2.0′ as he does in breaking you down, but long baths and soft kisses don’t do much to comfort you, not when they’re not meant for you. You catch the way he looks at you, in the rare moments you let your personality, your actual personality shine through. You don’t feel safe when he doesn’t see what he wants to.

The man needs two decades of therapy he didn’t get, but you’re the only one who’s going to feel the backlash. Just try to grin and bear it… you don’t want to see how ugly things get when his Kacchan starts to change.

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Lovely - ep. 2

Y/n was sitting at the couch in the living room as Kioko sat back and played with her toys and watched her favorite child show.

Y/n was watching her as she heard a knock at her door. "Mommy?" Kioko looked at the door then over to her mom. Y/n smiled at her and stood up from her spot on the couch and walked over to the door, "Who is it?" She asked. "It's the front office." She sighed and opened the door for him, there stood a tall male with orange hair and orange eyes. He dressed fancy for a 23 year old.

"It's about your debt—"

"Oh no I'm getting evicted, I'm going to have to pack my shit and take my daughter with me or even worse Child Protective Services are going to take her. I get it by now, I'm getting evicted." She rolled her eyes at him and huffed.

"Actually, no." He chuckled.

"Huh?" Y/n looked at him confused. "Mr. Takuya, can you explain?"

"Well, your debt has already been paid off, you don't need to worry about them anymore!"

Y/n had on a 'what-the-fuck' face and stared at him like an idiot. "Huh? Who did it?" She questioned him. "That's a secret I can't tell Ms. Midoriya~" She groaned and was about to close the door on him before he moved her a foot in front of the door. "Ms. Midoriya, maybe a thank you would be gratefully appreciate to your helper?" He squinted at her before walking away.

Y/n closed the door and walked over to Kioko and petted her long soft hair. "Come on, let's go visit Uncle Bakugo." She smiled and helped her pick up some of her toys.

"YAY! I GET TO SEE UNCLE BAKUGOOOO!" Kioko stood up and picked up the toys that she wanted.

Y/n giggled at her excited outburst. She walked to Kioko's room and grabbed a tiny backpack to put her toys, snacks, and etc inside. She walked back out of the room and stuffed Kioko's toys neatly inside. Y/n gave Kioko her bag and smiled at her peacefully.

"Go pack some snacks, they are on the shelf that you can reach."

Kioko nodded and ran to the kitchen to pack some of her favorite snacks. Y/n walked to the bed room to put on something presentable and appropriate. She fixed herself up and looked herself in the mirror, white T-Shirt, a f/c jacket, and a pair of black jeans.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Kioko ran inside the room all jumpy, "Come oooon!" She rushed. "I'm coming hon." She picked up Kioko and walked over to her nightstand to grab her phone and wallet. Once she walked outside her room, she headed towards the key rack and picked up her house keys. "Say bye bye home!"

"Bye bye home!" Kioko repeated after her mother. Y/n chuckled and ruffled her hair.

Y/n had stopped at a small bakery where her friend's Ochako, Mina, Momo, and Tsuyu worked at. It was ran by no other then Ms. Midnight herself. "Y/n! Kioko!" Momo waved to them with a smile on her face. "Auntie Yaoyorozu!" Kioko ran to her and gave her legs a big hug. "Hi little bear~" She bent down and booped her nose before picking her up and standing up on her feet.

Some of the customers stared at their interactions. Y/n walked up to the counter and smiled. "Hi Yao-Momo! What's today's special?" She wondered.

"Mmm, it's these mini circled cookies that has little bear ears and a cute little face! We have them them in little tiny cups—"

"Momo, just say bear cookies!" Mina poked her head in and sighed. "Y-Yeah bear cookies!.." She chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Mommy! Can I have bear cookies!" Kioko hopped in Momo's arms. "Yes sweetheart." Y/n smiled as she ordered the cookies, Momo told her the price of the cookies, which y/n paid for. Ochako came from the back and gave y/n the cookies. They were wrapped in a pastel purple lunch bag with a Midnight sticker on the top to keep it closed.

Momo put down Kioko and waved goodbye to them. "Bye girls! See you next time." She cheered. "Bye!" Both Kioko and Y/n said in unison.

Y/n grabbed Kioko's tiny hands and began walking to Bakugo's home.

Kioko would point out stuff that she find interesting to her and talked about what she wanted to do when she grew up.

"I wanna either be like Daddy or work with my Auntie's at the bakery?" Kioko skipped down the sidewalk.

"Why be like Daddy?"

"Because he makes enough money to take care of his family." She stopped skipping and a frown came upon her face. Y/n knew that she took away her chances of being with her father. In all honesty, she missed him too and missed sleeping next to him at night, being able to feel his strong muscular arms wrapped around her frame.

She really did miss that feeling and a part of her says that she should apologize and tell him to come back, Izuku was right, she does need him.

"Mommy?" Kioko tugged on her arm. "S-Sorry, uh.. let's just head over to your uncles house."

Once they made it to his house they heard Bakugo say come in from the other side.

Y/n opened the door and stepped foot inside the clean home. Kioko instantly race out of her hand and went to go hug someone. Y/n closed the door behind her and saw who Kioko was hugging.

"Daddy!" Kioko smiled happily, with tears streaming down her precious cheeks.

Y/n's eyes widened at the sight of Izuku being there, sitting on a couch in a formal business Tuxedo, his hair a bit shorter than it was before she saw him. She had built up anger rising up inside of her at that moment.

"Why the hell is he here?!"

She thought to herself and herself only. "Hello my little princess!" He gave her a big hug. "How are you doing, Kioko?" He asked softly as he sat her on his lap. "I'm doing great now that you are here!" She hugged his arm tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Have you been taking care of mommy?" He glared at Y/n. "Mhm! She's been taking care of me too."

"That's good." Bakugo came from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. He stood there and watched as Izuku stared at Y/n and Y/n staring at Izuku. "Woah, sexual tension here. There is a 5 year old around, here I have the guest ro-"

"KATSUKI/KACCHAN!!" They both yelled in unison at the ash blonde. "Okay, jeez—" He carefully held up his hands in defense and walked over to Izuku with his cup of coffee, he passed his coffee over to him and sat next to him. "Come sit, Y/n. Especially right there." He pointed to Izuku's other lap with a sly grin.

"When Kioko walks out, I'm kicking your ass." She growled. She sat on the floor close to Izuku but not too close. Kioko crawled over to her and opened her backpack with her little cup, snacks and toys. She played with her toys with her mom. "As I was saying, Deku, you should consider getting a bigger house. You have—"

"Kacchan, you weren't talking about that when Y/n came in."

"Shhhh, it's a secret." He snickered.

Kioko walked over to Izuku with a drawing in her hand. "Papa!" "Papa is a new one." Izuku chuckled and looked at Kioko. "Yes hon?" Kioko handed her drawing over to him and jumped in place.

He took the drawing from her and examined it closely. The drawing showed a Scribble of Kioko and Izuku holding hands, he had a soft smile appear on his lips. "Thank you hon!" He kissed the top of her forehead and petted her hair.

"How about I take you to go get some more toys? Or maybe I can get you something a little more expensive?"

"Midoriya, don't spoil her." Y/n stared at him and gently pulled Kioko towards her and gave her a toy. "I can at least buy her an electronic or console? She might get bored of toys ya'know." Izuku argued back with her. Y/n shook her head and continued to disagree with him.

"Guys, calm down. You're scaring Kioko." Katsuki picked up Kioko and walked to a guest room and leaved the two struggling adults be.

"You are not spoiling my daughter—"

"Our daughter! Stop trying to leave me out of everything, I am a part of this family no matter what! But if you keep leaving me out of things, then you might as well take the ring off and leave!" Izuku pointed to the ring she still had on. Y/n hide her hands away from him, turning red and tried hiding the fact that she still loved him.

"But if your going to keep the ring on, you will let me see our daughter, let me visit or at least visit me, and let me take care of you. I just paid your debt so you can at least give me a "Thank you" or hug?" He barked back at her.

Y/n stood up and stretched out her arms and rolled her eyes. "You want a hug, you will get a hug." Izuku stood up and wrapped his arms around her frame. Y/n did the same.

Izuku waited for her to thank him in paying her debt.

"Thank you."

He smiled a bit and laid his chin on her head. Y/n squeezed her arms around him tightly, which took Izuku by surprise. She did miss this feeling of his strong arms around her frame, they made her feel safe and comfortable, most important, loved.

They both pulled away and looked away from each other. "P-Pretend I never hugged you!" Y/n blushed and stormed out of the living room and to the guest room, "Kioko, let's go back home." Kioko looked up at her mom and shook her head, "Daddy is here, it's been so long since I've seen him! Mommy pleeeeease!" Kioko begged. "Kioko—"

"Mommy pleeeease!" Katsuki sarcastically repeated.

"..."

"Bro I'm sorry—"

Y/n pinched Bakugo's ear aggressively and played a fake innocent smile on her face. "Don't you ever call me mommy again, you little horny freak fuck."

Kioko stared at her mom and tilted her head as her mom picked her up after pulling away from Katsuki. Y/n walked out the room as Kioko asked, "Mommy? What does little hor—"

"KIOKO DON'T CONTINUE THAT PLEASE!" Kioko immediately stopped and looked away from her mom.

"Y/n don't yell at her." Izuku walked over and took Kioko from her and walked over to smiled at Kioko. "Wanna come home with papa?" Kioko nodded her head and hugged her father. Y/n was a little upset that Kioko wanted to go back home with Izuku instead of her but she sees her everyday, Deku on the other hand, does not, it's been 4 years.

Y/n decided to shake off the fact that Kioko was going with her father. She grabbed the tiny backpack and handed it to Izuku, she glared at him with daggers piercing through him.

She looked away from him and over to Kioko. Y/n gave her a quick peck on the forehead and looking into her beautiful green orbs. "Be a good girl okay?"

"Yes mama."

Y/n looked back at Izuku and sighed, "Please, take care of her." Izuku nodded and looked into her gentle e/c orbs. They shined brighter than the sun as the lights over them shined onto her eyes. Izuku couldn't stop staring into here's. He only wanted those eyes on him and only him, no matter the circumstance, he only wanted those gentle eyes on him and no one else.

"P-Please don't stare..." Izuku quickly looked away and blushes the same color as his signature red shoes. "S-Sorry!" He huffed and looked over at Kioko.

"Okay, let's go to my house okay?"

"Yay!" Kioko sprung in excitement. Izuku hesitated his hand to hold y/n's but instead petted her head. "See you next time."

He whispered to her and left Katsuki's house with Kioko and her things. "Wow, he just kidnapped your child—" "Katsuki!" Y/n punched Katsuki arm harshly. Katsuki just snickered and walked out of the living area and to the kitchen, y/n followed behind and huffed a big gust of air. "I need a drink." Y/n complained.

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cosmic-affinities · 4 years

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Fantasy Meets Reality Ch. 2

The second chapter of my BNHA Fantasy AU is here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Summary: Of fucking course, it had to be Katsuki Bakugou.

Who else would have a weirdo clone from some kind of ‘Alternate Dimension’ show up to mess up their life? Obviously no one.

Of fucking course, Bakugou just had to be the one who temporarily imprinted on the random-ass third year who had a dimension summoning quirk.

Because why wouldn’t he?

Huge huge shoutout to @we-stanjirou on Tumblr for watching as I write this and giving me the motivation I always need! Also for the feedback cause I always love to hear about the reactions she has to my fic as I write them!

CHAPTER 2 STARTS HERE

Izuku woke to his purposely obnoxious alarm going off at 6:45, giving him enough time to wake up, get ready, grab Kit, and meet Bakugou at the training arena. He slowly made his way around his dorm room, putting on his workout clothes and grabbing his bathroom bag.

After he brushed his teeth and washed his face he quickly stopped in his room to grab a change of clothes and made his way to Kit’s room and saw that he was already awake.

“Wow I didn’t expect you to be awake so early without an alarm.”

“Oh, well I am used to rising early, sleeping after the sun is up can be a dangerous thing with dragons.”

“Oh wow! I didn’t even think of that! I guess you must have a pretty fine tuned internal clock!”

Kit stared at Izuku for a moment.

“You really are similar to my ‘Zuku.”

“Oh! I was actually going to ask about him, I’m kinda curious to know how him and I are similar, I was telling Kacchan yesterday that he and All Might, my mentor, had such a big impact on the way I grew up and your Izuku couldn’t have had the same experience and I wonder how that makes us different!”

“Well I think the biggest difference that I noticed is in the way you interact with Bakugou, you act as if you know him better than you know yourself, which I wouldn’t doubt given yesterday’s events. My Izuku acts more like he is still trying to get to know me.”

Izuku took in Kit’s words, considering how much All Might could have influenced him.

“I’d imagine no matter what my circumstances I would probably try to get to know whatever version of you there is.” Izuku blushed at his own words, realising how that would sound to anyone else.

“Oi! I figured you’d be up already even though we don’t have to meet for another twenty minutes.” Izuku heard Bakugou’s words and silently panicked, how long had he been near them? Did he hear what they were talking about?

“Well don’t just fucking stand there, we might as well go early.” This finally brought Izuku back to their conversation,

“Oh right! One quick thing, Kit is going to come and watch so hopefully I can explain quirks to him, plus it wouldn’t be fair to deprive him of seeing your quirk.” Izuku knew the perfect way to distract Bakugou, a well timed compliment that was different from the standard ‘Kacchan is amazing’ should do the trick.

“Damn right, I’ve got the best quirk in this class. Whatever as long as he doesn’t get in my way.”

“Perfect! Alright let’s go! I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and I think I might have figured out a way to land my attack.”

“Tch, I guess we’ll see what you’ve got.”

The trio made their way across the campus, Izuku unintentionally taking the lead as he muttered about his strategy.

“So Bakugou, how much of our conversation did you actually hear?”

“What the fuck do you mean!”

“Izuku may have not noticed you but I saw you round the corner long before you announced your presence, so how much did you hear?”

Bakugou seemed to consider Kit for a moment, deciding how willing he was to actually listen to him.

“Tch fine, I heard everything, the damn nerd was going on about some ‘internal clock’ when I walked up.” With a pointed eye roll Bakugou tried to end the conversation.

“So you heard what I said about my Izuku? The way he treats me differently than Izuku treats you?”

“Yes I fucking have ears, I heard everything!” In that moment Bakugou would swear the temperature rose suddenly enough to leave him feeling warm.

“You should tell Izuku that, you should have seen how red he was when he realised what he had said. He probably thought it was a good thing no one else was around to hear him.”

“And what the fuck do you think you know about Deku? Oh and by the way I already planned on letting the nerd know that he shouldn’t talk so loud in the middle of hallways.” According to Bakugou, the temperature was quickly rising, even though the other two with him seemed indifferent to it.

“I don’t claim to know anything about your Izuku, although I do happen to know a lot about the way my Izuku acts, and it doesn’t seem too far off.” Kit gained an air of confidence about him, he knew if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t have much to say.

“Deku isn’t my anything! So just shut up and watch us fight.” Bakugou made a point of walking ahead of Kit, not realising that his movements placed him directly next to Izuku as they came to the doorway into the training arena.

Bakugou instinctively opened the door and held it out for Izuku, allowing him to walk in first. With a surprised look Izuku hurried in and placed his bag down on the small set of bleachers on the right side of the room.

“Thanks Kacchan! Kit, why don’t you sit over here while we spar, I would suggest sitting as far away as possible, we can be a little destructive.” Izuku sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, recalling the warning they got about shoe prints on the ceiling and scorch marks on the walls.

“Ha yeah, you wouldn’t want to be in the line of fire, you wouldn’t last.”

Kit wordlessly made his way to the top corner of the seats, effectively protected by two rows in front of him.

The two quirk users made their way to the center of the arena, which was basically a fortified gymnasium made to withstand bombs, which it did on a daily basis. Hero course students were there for a reason.

“Alright Kacchan, don’t hold back! I’m trying to perfect my attack!”

“Psh, I always give it my all, why would I stop now? Alright let’s go on three. One… Two… Three!”

In an instant both took off, Izuku propelled himself upwards, making sure Bakugou’s explosions wouldn’t hit him immediately off the bat.

Once Izuku landed he was securely behind Bakugou, he only had a moment to think before he had to dodge an onset of small quick attacks. Rushing to his right Izuku took the opening and landed a swift kick to Bakugou’s side, temporarily throwing him off balance. The moment didn’t last long, Bakugou was quick to retaliate and pushed small crackles into Izuku’s arm, causing a pain to bubble under the surface.

The two continued to battle, making it look like a well practiced dance rather than a life threatening show of skill. As Bakugou aimed, Izuku dodged, Izuku moved forward and Bakugou moved back, it was hypnotising.

After their stamina started slowly breaking, Izuku found an opportunity and managed to get Bakugou’s hands pressed against each other behind his back, effectively making any explosions more dangerous for himself than Izuku. Their personal sparring rules, perfected over many arguments about who won what, stated that if no attacks are made for ten seconds due to the other person effectively trapping you, then the fight is finished and whoever had the other trapped won.

Bakugou could feel Izuku’s sharp breaths on his neck, he was using OFA to keep his hands pinned, and Bakugou needed to act quickly, he turned his head slightly giving Izuku a view of his face.

“So you’d want to get to know me no matter what huh?” Bakugou took a chance and it paid off.

“What?!” Izuku was taken aback, in his surprise he unknowingly loosened his grip of Bakugou’s hands allowing him to break free entirely.

Izuku was back into full battle mode once he realised what happened and saw Bakugou in front of him. The two fought defensively for the moment, neither wanting their guard to fall.

“Yeah, you seem to have some pretty loud conversations out in the hall.”

“How much did you hear?” Izuku shot back quickly, still considering the options he had.

“Just about everything I think.” Bakugou at the same time was watching Izuku’s measured steps, knowing he was about to attempt something.

“Well then, I feel like I should be slightly embarrassed, but both of us know I’ve said far more embarrassing things.” Bakugou knew he was planning out his moves, he only allowed himself that kind of confidence when he knew what he was doing next. Bakugou had to try and throw him off again.

“I think you were right though. It can’t be a coincidence that the shitty extra with my face seems to be attached to you. Maybe it’s a you thing, maybe it's an us thing I guess we’ll never know.” Everything Bakugou said he believed, although under normal circumstances he would never admit to it.

His plan worked, he noticed the falter in Izuku’s steps and the surprised look he received.

Izuku was not faring well, he had planned to go through the opening motions of his new aerial attack and last minute switch to a low swipe to take out Bakugou’s legs but he couldn’t help but momentarily stutter at Bakugou’s words.

Izuku knew that Bakugou was not a liar, he just didn’t know why all of a sudden he was so open about the truth. It took him a moment too long to realise he fell right into the trap Bakugou had set. He had lost focus, even if it was merely momentarily, it gave Bakugou the opening he needed.

In a flash Bakugou blasted forward, aiming to get Izuku onto the ground and pinned underneath him, the most effective way to end the fight. Luckily for Izuku he managed to fling himself towards the ceiling fast enough to avoid getting seriously hit, unluckily for him, he had no plan for what to do next.

He decided to try the new aerial attack, all he had to do was get up high enough to wrap one leg around Bakugou’s torso and flip him over onto his back by twisting his own body. His previous escape route put him at a perfect height, all he had to do was secure his right leg around Bakugou’s back.

While the plan itself was sound, the execution was slightly off, Bakugou took notice of his position with just barely enough time to twist his body to make it difficult to finish the move. Izuku successfully had Bakugou wrapped in his leg, but the lack of surprise gave Bakugou the advantage of being able to throw his weight in the opposite direction of Izuku’s push.

Before Izuku had a chance to move Bakugou pressed his forearm over Izuku’s waist, pushing him onto the ground. Bakugou brought his other hand to Izuku’s chest, within moments Bakugou was fully on top of Izuku, letting small pops come off of his hands to prevent Izuku from powering up once again. Ten slow seconds ticked by where Izuku tried to make his way out from underneath Bakugou to no avail, once their mental timers went off both relaxed.

Bakugou got up with a smirk and offered a hand out to Izuku. Tired from the fight, Izuku accepted the hand and slowly got to his feet.

“Damn it! I swear I had you there!”

“You let yourself get distracted nerd. Although I was almost surprised by your aerial attack, so I’m sure whatever shitty extra you might be fighting against would be blind sided.” Bakugou would never admit it, but if he hadn’t been able to distract Izuku the second time, he might not have been able to win.

The two were lost in their own world of quirk training when a small clap helped them remember they were not alone.

“That was all incredibly impressive, I remember the Mage said something about everyone having powers so I assume you were both using those?”

“Oh! Right! Kit! Sorry, yes we were using our quirks, Kacchan here has a nitroglycerin like sweat and can ignite it at will which causes the explosions that you saw!”

Kit simply nodded at Izuku’s words, taking in the information.

“Wait so then what is your quirk Izuku?”

Izuku seemed shocked by the question, as if he never expected Kit to want to know about his quirk.

“O-oh! My quirk? It's called One For All, basically I can stockpile raw strength, speed, agility, and durability either into a specific body part or all over my body and my quirk enhances my own abilities making them a whole lot stronger. There are some other things that go along with it but it’s not really all that interesting.”

“So, would you say you have quite a bit of raw power?”

“Well I mean I guess so, at least enough to harness my quirk without damaging myself, why?”

“Oh well, I was just curious to see if you would be interested in sparring with me without using your quirk? I would ask Bakugou here but he and I seemed to be pretty evenly matched, it would be boring for us.” Without meaning to Izuku let out a small giggle, comparing their theoretical battle to that of Kirishima and Tetsutetsu. Once the request registered though, Izuku was quick to respond.

“Actually that would be great! It would be nice to see how physically capable I am.”

“Oi nerd. We just fought for over ten minutes straight neither of us pulling any punches, even fighting without your quirk right now would be fucking stupid. Even for you.”

“Are you worried about me Kacchan?” Izuku’s tone was heavily teasing, hoping to tease Bakugou to get back at him for their conversation during their battle.

“Pft fuck no, I just figured All Might wouldn’t want you to be out for the day ‘cause you’re stupid enough to fight back to back without taking a break.”

“Oh I don’t know Kacchan, it sounds to me like you’re worried.” Izuku shot him a teasing smile, completely ignoring the actual advice in Bakugou’s words.

“Fine whatever I’m not carrying your sorry ass back to the dorm when you feel like falling over.”

“Fine, I’ll have Kit carry me back if I have to.” Izuku could see the miniscule trace of anger at the words, but more prominently the amusement.

“Yeah right, good luck with that, I am going to use my brain cells, unlike some people, and take a break before I start fighting again.”

“Alright Kit, let's lay some ground rules, first I won’t use my quirk, second the first to be pinned for ten seconds wins, normal rules, anything you want to add?”

“No, that sounds perfect.”

“Alright we can start in the middle of the arena on three.” As Izuku made his way back to the start position his fatigue slowly started to catch up with him. He elected to ignore it, not wanting to give Bakugou the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

“Alright one… two… three!” They were off again, this time in a much more traditional hand to hand combat fight. There were far fewer bounding moves that shifted the fight setting, unlike Bakugou and Izuku’s previous fight which never stayed in one place for very long.

After many blocked and returned attacks both parties were itching for an interesting turn. Izuku tried to create one by attacking slightly lower but his slowed motions allowed Kit an opportunity to over take him, gripping his arm tightly Kit twisted and pulled Izuku’s body forward, he landed directly on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Kit wasted no time and quickly pinned Izuku down.

Kit straddled Izuku’s thighs to keep his legs in place as his arms pressed firmly on Izuku’s wrists that he pushed up next to his flattened shoulders. Both were panting due to the exertion, Izuku knew in raw strength he didn’t have Bakugou beat and very quickly came to the same conclusion with Kit.

“Stay down for an extra five or ten seconds, I want to see what will happen. Don’t take your eyes off of me either, this is a perfect opportunity to show you what Ashido and I mean.” Kit whispered to Izuku, he responded with a tight nod, he couldn’t help but to be slightly curious.

On the sidelines Bakugou watched the entire match carefully, keeping track of the things he would yell at Izuku for doing wrong as soon as they finished, he saw the exact mistake Izuku made when he attacked lower, he left himself open for an attack. He was about to say so as well until he saw Kit pinning Izuku to the ground. For a reason unbeknownst to Bakugou, he didn’t like the sight.

“Hey it's been ten seconds you idiots can get off the floor now!” Bakugou yelled, just as Kit finished his count to ten. The room seemed to become warmer.

“Ah yes I just wanted to be sure I didn’t let him up early and allow the fight to resume.” Kit spoke matter of factly as he helped Izuku up.

“You know what Kacchan you may have been right.”

“Of fucking course I was right. I’m always right nerd.”

“Will you carry me back to the dorms anyway?” Izuku knew it was a long shot, but he had hopes. It had happened once before, although that was mainly because Bakugou felt guilty for breaking Izuku’s nose, and causing him to pass out, and then he hated the fact that he felt guilty for it ‘Damn it Deku I have a reputation!’

“No, you aren’t broken, for once, you can walk yourself back or better yet go back in time and listen to me ya dipshit.”

“Kacchaaaannn! Fine if you won’t carry me I’m sure Kit will! Right Kit?” Izuku took a chance and hoped it would pay off, maybe Kit would agree to try and prove a point.

“How badly do you actually need to be carried Izuku?”

“Very badly, you guys weigh a ton and both of you were on top of me for at least ten seconds! And! You flipped me over!” Izuku dramatically wagged his finger at the two blonds standing in front of him.

“Oh my goodness you are dramatic, fine Izuku, just come over here before I change my mind.”

Izuku wasted absolutely no time at all, he quickly went to jump on Kit’s back.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh I’m going to jump on your back?”

“No, definitely not happening you will pull me back too far.” Kit gestured for Izuku to climb into his arms, he was soon being carried gracefully like a newlywed bride through a threshold. Kit did not miss the look on Bakugou’s face as he lifted Izuku up.

“Ok, I’m going to trip and almost drop you, just please follow along.” Kit hurriedly whispered into Izuku’s ear.

“What?! Wait!” Izuku tried to get Kit to listen but as Bakugou walked out ahead of them he saw his opportunity.

There was a slightly raised stone that could conceivably be tripped over so Kit ever so slightly changed his path in order to walk over it.

“I just wanted to tell you , Bakugou, that your quirk is quite amazing. How is it that you are so easily able to manage it?” Kit made sure to keep Bakugou’s attention focused on him.

“Tch why wouldn’t I be able to manage it? It’s my own fucking quirk.” Izuku sat confused, loosely holding onto Kit’s neck, listening to their seemingly passive conversation.

Kit was about to walk over the stone, as he did so he let out a short distressed yell.

“Bakugou grab him!” That was the only warning Izuku and Bakugou both got before Kit pushed Izuku off of himself and into Bakugou. Izuku was impressed with his commitment, he actually fell to the floor after he managed to rid himself of the person in his arms.

“Ah! Thanks Kacchan!” Izuku gripped Bakugou’s neck, mostly out of fear of being dropped. Neither made a move to let go as they waited for Kit to correct himself.

Once he was standing Kit continued to walk forward as if nothing had changed, leaving Bakugou and Izuku in the middle of their own centralized heat wave, one that did not affect Kit at all

The blonds finished walking the rest of the way to the dorms while Izuku sat, surprisingly comfortably in Bakugou’s arms. Izuku was carried through the dorm hall doorway before his feet were gently let down.

“Don’t try that shit again ya hear me? I’m not carrying you anymore, you’re just lucky I didn’t drop your sorry ass.” Bakugou’s words may have been more effective if he had looked Izuku in the eyes or had withdrawn the arm around his midsection before he finished speaking.

With a slightly nervous chuckle Izuku responded, “Don’t worry I don’t think I’ll need to be carried anywhere anytime soon, thanks again Kacchan!”

“Tch don’t mention it nerd, I’m going to go shower.”

“No seriously thank you!”

“I swear if anyone hears about this I won’t hesitate to burn you both to a crisp.” Izuku only half believed the threat, he wouldn’t totally put it past him but he had hope. Bakugou quickly made his way to the showers.

“Kit! What the hell was that! Why would you do that?!” Izuku, previously calm, was now frantically questioning the figure beside him.

“That was me proving a point. First he gets uncomfortable with me pinning you down, even though we were sparring and then he willingly carries you most of the way back here, no one would do that for just anyone Izuku.”

“You can’t be serious, thank god I made that deal with Uraraka, at least she will lay off for a little while at least.” Izuku quickly became slightly exasperated, he had hoped everyone would stay out of his nonexistent love life.

“Look Izuku, you two are dancing around each other at this point! A little nudge could go a long way. Like a little nudge of jealousy? Oh please, do not give me that look. Just think about it, please? You have been very kind to me since I have been here and if I can return knowing I helped you two then I will return happy.”

Izuku looked at Kit, trying to find it within himself to decline Kit’s offer. His kind features and overall demeanor made it nearly impossible.

“Ugh ok fine. What do you want to do?” Izuku relented fairly quickly.

“Well I am going to assume that Bakugou is the jealous type, and it would be fairly easy for me to make him jealous.” Izuku already slightly regretted his inability to say no.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Well I think that I should try to court you! He has already proven to us that he has no qualms with listening to us speak based on his behaviour this morning so if we get him just close enough to hear me begin to court you there is no doubt he will try to intervene.”

“Wait! You mean you want to ask me out? Where Kacchan can hear you?”

“Yes exactly. Is there a problem?”

“Not specifically with this plan of yours, with this situation yes there are many problems none of which can be solved but I already agreed to go along with you and for some reason I trust you so fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine I will go along with this plan and let you ask me out where Kacchan can hear you.”

“Perfect, although we may need some help, I could ask Ashido?”

“NO! Uh um, no why not ask Kirishima? He’s closer to Kacchan and significantly less likely to tell Uraraka and Todoroki what’s happening.”

“Oh yes that could work, let’s go find him.”

“Wha- now?!”

“Yes, quickly before Bakugou is done in the bathing room.”

“Seriously why can’t I just say no every once in a while?”

The two went further into the building to try and find Kirishima, luckily it didn’t take long. They found him sitting with Kaminari on one of the couches in the common room.

Kit pushed Izuku ever so slightly forward once they made their way to the red head, urging him to follow through.

“Hey Kirishima! Do you mind if we steal you for a second? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure Midobro! We can go and chat in my room right down the hall!”

“Alright thanks Kirishima!”

“No problem!”

The three make their way out of the common room and into Kirishima’s room, he wasn’t kidding when he said right down the hall.

“Alright what can I do for you Midobro?” “Well um, you see-”

“We are trying to make Bakugou jealous enough to ask out Izuku.” Kit spoke matter of factly.

“Oh! Ok! How do you guys plan to do that?”

“Well the plan is to get Bakugou close enough for him to hear us, then I am going to try to court Izuku.”

“And make him jealous enough to court Mido here himself.” The two seemed to be on the same page fairly quickly.

“Alright so what do you need me to do?” Kirishima was quick to confirm his acceptance.

“Well we just need to make sure Kacchan can hear Kit, and then maybe give him a little push if he really needs one.”

The trio delved deeper into their plan, coming up with the time and place along with what the three of them will say.

They agreed on the next afternoon, just after lunch in the common room. With their plans in place the three leave Kirishima’s room.

Izuku headed towards the showers, Kirishima headed back to Denki, and Kit went to his temporary room.

Once Izuku was finished in the shower he made his way back to the kitchen for lunch and saw that someone had already made food. He grabbed a plate and sat down at the large table, noticeably everyone had sat in the same seats from dinner the night before.

The room filled with casual talk as class A enjoyed their time off. Izuku had managed to keep relatively quiet the entire time, opting to listen to others as they told funny stories and jokes until Ashido spoke up.

“So Midoriya, what was Bakubro like as a kid?” Her bright smile sold her question to be out of curiosity.

“Oh um I don’t know? Like a younger version of him now I guess?” Izuku knew it was almost a complete lie but he’s not sure how much Bakugou would want him to share. He chanced a look at the blond next to and was surprised to meet his eyes.

Izuku raised his eyebrow in question, hoping to make his point clear. It seemed to work because Bakugou shrugged and made a face that Izuku read as ‘might as well’ before he turned back to his plate.

“Well actually, come to think of it he was pretty different.”

“Like how different?” Ashido asked, hoping to spur the conversation forward.

“Uh well I think the biggest difference is that when we were young he used to be really, um affectionate.” Izuku looked towards Bakugou again to make sure he didn’t cross any lines, Bakugou merely shrugged again.

“No way! Bakubro here used to actually like people?! You gotta give us more!” This time Kaminari was the one to speak up.

“Well honestly this might say more about me than him but whenever we would watch scary movies by the end of it I was usually curled against him trying to block out the screen and all he would do is sit there with me until I stopped freaking out.”

There was a chorus of ‘awww’s from around the table before Uraraka spoke up.

“Well what else?”

“Oh um, I would always hug him. Kacchan hugs were my favourite ‘cause he was always really warm, which thinking back on it was probably the earliest sign of his quirk. Oh! When we would have sleepovers we would always share this one All Might blanket and so by morning we were usually all tangled together because he used to sleep all crazy.” Izuku looked over at Bakugou and started to giggle, as their eyes met Bakugou felt incredibly warm. No one missed the incredibly fond look Izuku directed at Bakugou.

“Oh my gosh! Is Bakubro blushing?!” Ashido was a brave soul.

“What the fuck?! No! I don’t fucking blush its just hot in here! Shut the fuck up pinky!” At his words, the ‘room’ grew even warmer.

Everyone decided to momentarily leave Bakugou alone in order to continue questioning Izuku.

“Tell us more! He sounds so adorable!” Hagakure had now joined in, Izuku had almost forgotten that she was there.

“Uh well what do you want to know?”

“Oh I want to know if you have any cute stories about the two of you!” Uraraka’s interest had doubled.

“Well yeah I guess there are a few.” Izuku thought for a moment, trying to decide what story he should tell. He landed on the one that was more embarrassing for him than Bakugou to try and take the attention off of him.

“When we were like four there was this girl who really liked Kacchan, like a lot. So much so to the point that whenever him and I were playing at the park she was trying to play with us, key word here trying.” Izuku paused for a moment and saw Bakugou looking at him with a questioning face, trying to figure out what story Izuku was telling.

“So basically this girl was inserting herself into everything we did until eventually she proudly announced that she was going to marry Kacchan.” Everyone glanced over at Bakugou, who had now realised what story Izuku was telling. As they looked at him they made their guesses as to what he said to this girl that wanted to marry him.

“So, once she announces that, Kacchan completely ignores it, he acts as if nothing was wrong or weird so the girl announces it again. Now this is where four year old Izuku comes in, not happy that some random girl was trying to marry his best friend. So what did I do? I pull Kacchan up off of the floor by the hand, latch onto him in a vice grip of a hug, look this girl dead in the eyes and tell her ‘you can’t marry him because I’m going to marry him!’ and then I stuck my tongue out at her.” Izuku paused again to let people get out their laughter, he knew there was more to come.

“That's not all! Oh no this girl was adamant that she was going to marry him. So she ignores me and goes straight to Kacchan and tells him ‘you're not allowed to marry him, you can only marry me!’ you know like a four year old. But even back then Kacchan didn’t like anyone telling him what to do so he just holds onto me and tells this little girl ‘I don’t like you I’m going to marry my best friend!’ which he also punctuates by sticking his tongue out at her. And then for the rest of the day Kacchan and I sat on one of the pieces of playground equipment and planned our wedding and our entire life because I almost started to cry when Kacchan said no to me the first time.”

There was laughter and various ‘awww’s from different areas of the table, just as expected, what Izuku didn’t expect is what Bakugou said next.

“Oi nerd tell them about the ‘life’ we planned.” If everyone didn’t know any better, they might have said Bakugou looked affectionate, but everyone did know better.

“Oh my gosh really Kacchan? Fine ok ok. So obviously we were both pro heroes in this ‘life’ of ours, but here's the thing we couldn’t agree on who would be number one so I suggested that we became a hero pair called ‘The Wonder Duo’ so we could both be number one. And then for some reason I decided that we needed to own 6 bunnies, four of which were named variations of All Might.”

“Oh no, don’t try to leave out the other two Deku, tell them what the last two were named and why.”

“Oh jeez, alright fine one of them I decided and I quote ‘One of them has to be called ‘Suki like you Kacchan! That one will be my favourite because it’s named after my favourite person ever! And we'll have one named ‘Zuku like what you call me and he better be your favourite Kacchan!’ and then I made him promise me that this fake bunny was his favourite compared to five other fake bunnies. There, happy now Kacchan?”

“Extremely.”

“There! That’s it I’m done! No more stories about us as kids! He’s happy where I left off so that’s the end of it!”

As much as he protested it, Izuku felt good to know that Bakugou was ok with sharing some of their stories. The rest of lunch avoided any and all conversation about Izuku as a kid and as everyone finished up and dispersed throughout the building Izuku noticed Bakugou hanging around longer than normal, before he could ask why he spoke up.

“Do you remember those matching pajamas we had?”

“You mean the All Might ones with the attachable capes? Yeah I have a picture of us asleep in those underneath that blanket in my room.”

“Really? I didn’t even know there were any pictures like that. Anyways the old hag just texted me saying that she found mine.”

“Oh I’m sure mine is in my closet back at home, along with a bunch of other old All Might shirts and blankets.”

“Once a fanboy, always a fanboy.”

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t freak out when you found out he was going to be our teacher, please. I remember we used to compete to see who was more excited for new All Might stuff. I just never had the urge to be cool, so I decided everyone should know how much I like All Might.”

“Even if you had the urge you could never pull it off, who was it that decided they needed to be carried like a princess back to the dorms today? Hm? Oh yes that's right it was you.” Bakugou let out a genuine laugh, a sound not very many people ever heard but those who had would agree that everyone should hear it at least once.

“Right of course but who was it that carried me? Right right that was you!” Izuku enjoyed the ease with which they could joke with each other, it was a long and hard process but they made it through and things were looking a whole lot better.

“Oh yeah laugh it up nerd. I’m going to go do the school work that was assigned.”

“Kacchan that’s not due until Tuesday, it’s Saturday, you have time.”

“I don’t want to end up like the shitty extras who have to rush through it all at 11 on Monday ‘cause they forgot about it.”

“Alright fair enough, see you at dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll be here, hey don't forget to send me a copy of that picture.” With his words Bakugou quickly made his way out of the room.

Deku smiled to himself if this is how things between them stayed, he could be happy with that.

To kill time before dinner Izuku decided to take out his school books and get started on the work they needed to do, once he finished his main thought was ‘huh maybe Kacchan is on to something here.’ With nothing else to worry about, Izuku decided to watch some TV.

Dinner came and went with more than one question about the apparent fantasy world that managed to find its way into their own. The class seemed to only become more curious as time went on. Once everyone was done many retired to the comfortable couches in the common room.

After about a half hour, class A found their homeroom teacher walking into their common room.

“Listen up everyone I have an announcement. The other Bakugou should be able to go home either tomorrow night or the morning after, the third year student is progressing well and Recovery Girl wanted me to relay the news to you all. That will be all.” Mr. Aizawa exited the room and left behind a jumbled mess of conversation.

Kit seemed relieved and no one could blame him, he had been put in quite the situation with no way out until now.

The people in the room continued to chat and as the night went on eventually everyone made their way to their dorm room, the pleasant air never leaving.

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CAMELOT

Pairing: BakuDeku, DekuBaku Switch

Type: One-Shot

Prompt: Twin Stars Week/Day 2-Pro Heroes

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentioned smut, ANGST , Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Post-Canon

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"Don't let it be forgot, that for one brief, shining moment there was a Camelot." - Jackie

The morning dew has yet to clear. Kyoka finds her gaze drawn to the gleaming drops against the lush green expanse of the lot. It goes out for as far as her eye could see, trickling even into the thicket of oak trees beyond the yard. A wisteria looms over the black gate in the distance, lavender falls obscuring an entire section of it. The fog of the night has begun to lift, but only just. The world remains in a sleepy gray.

Fitting, she supposes, for a day like this.

She turns back to the great white house that stood high above her, taking in the roman pillars on either side of the porch, the double wooden doors, wrap-around porch, and just the sheer majesty of it overwhelms her.

She looks down. 'Trespass and you die.' said the welcome mat. If anything, at least she knows she has the right house. Kyoka steels herself.

The dark cherry wood of the door opens just as she lifts her hand to knock again. A face stares out at her, and it takes a moment for her to recognize her old friend. Age had done him a favor. Grief threatens to take it away. He's blessed with smooth skin, few wrinkles courtesy of his quirk, only a hint of crow's feet.

But his eyes are dull. She remembers them as gleaming rubies-keen, cut sharp enough to kill-always staring at their target with a startling intensity.

This is the color of muddied blood, sickly with dark rims beneath the gaze. Still, she smiles, opening her arms to tug him into a tight embrace. He doesn't resist. There was a time when such a show of affection would've meant small explosions and screaming, but the morning's silence goes uninterrupted till she dares to murmur,

"Hello Kats. It's good to see you."

He pats her shoulder, still silent as he inclines his head to tuck his chin over her head. His grip tightens once, twice, then he releases her, wordlessly drawing back inside to clear the entryway. She follows. Behind her the door shuts with a creak as she looks about the foyer, quick eyes darting from the marble staircase by the wall, to the glistening chandelier above their heads, then out to the halls. She follows the sound of his fading footsteps, taking her time as she prowls looking from photo to photo of bright smiling faces, a happier golden time.

All the while ignoring the oppressive knells of tragedy that ring out in every corner, rattling her ears till she has to cover the jacks with her hands to reduce the pressure.

"This is a nice place Kats." she calls out, to distract herself. Minutes pass. She doesn't think he's going to answer when a low, raspy voice sounds out,

"...That's right. You missed the housewarming. You were-,"

"In America, covering the war."

She finishes her snooping. Tucking into the dining room where he waited, she looks at how he looms over the bar cart at the other end of the room. The gray cast through the window bathes him in a gaunt light, placing shadows where there should've been none, dimming his usual glow till he himself was a shade. Kyoka makes her way to him slowly, but with each step, the vision steadily gets worse.

Katsuki is by no means an unattractive man, but there's something off. An...unstableness to him. The rumors swirl in the back of her mind but she pushes them away. Time may have made them grow distant, but she still thinks she knows him. Knows what he's capable of. At least, when it comes to her.

"Sorry about that again. Oh, um, just water please," She nods as the man gestures to the drinks on the rolling bar cart.

He puts her drink at the right hand seat of the head of the tables. She take her place with grace, placing her tape recorder and notebook down primly. Gazing out the window, she patiently waits for him to settle with his whiskey.

There are no words of judgement spoken aloud as he takes a hearty swig.

She can feel his eyes on her, and hear the flicker when he turns away, following her gaze out the window to the rolling lush grass, down at the brown bunny who sniffed around in the dew.

"Are you ready?" She asks after a lengthy silence. The clink of ice in his cup is booming.

"As I'll ever be."

Licking her lips, she turns to him, hand already settled on the tape recorder. He doesn't shift his gaze from the hare in the lawn. There's something indiscernible moving around in his eyes.

Clicking the record button, she begins,

"July 25th. 8: 12 AM. I'm sitting with Katsuki Bakugou hero alias Ground Zero, the Symbol of Victory, here at the number one hero's dining room table. It is a gray day, with a fog settling between the trees surrounding his grand estate and dew still lingering on the blades of grass,"

She stops, considers, concedes.

"There is a rabbit in the yard. He stares out at it instead of me as we begin this interview...Mr. Bakugou how are you feeling today?"

"... It's 'the Wonder Duo's' dining room table, and 'their' grand estate. My name isn't the only one on the deed. And if you're gonna call me that the whole time, we're ending this shit now."

Scarlet eyes flicker to her and there it is. There's the man she knows. The vicious one who would bite and snarl and rip things apart so long as he would win.

"What's going on with you Kats?" She feels emboldened to ask now. "Are you ready to talk about this today? Because if you need to shift this interview slot, I can talk to my boss and have him send someone else-."

"I'm only doing this because it’s you Phones," he says. A hand goes up as if to brush through his hair, hesitates, then drops back down to handle the glass of whiskey. "The others, I-," He looks outside once more. "I can't talk to them.They don't know me. They didn't know him. You've seen us at our worst, and I..."

He falls silent and says no more. There's a vein working in his neck. She could hear it. The quick thump thump thumpof blood flow. She wants to give her quirk to him so he could hear it too: the reminder that he is alive to sit there and say what he needs to say.

Instead, she presses the urge into her grip on the recorder, starting anew.

"July 25th. 8:16 AM. I sit here with Katsuki Bakugou, hero alias Ground Zero, at the Wonder Duo's dining room table. It's a gray day but," She glances out to the clouds overhead. "The sky shows signs of clearing....Kats,"

She waits until the man looks at her, twin rubies dull in the light. Kyoka tries to put the ball in his court.

"Tell me about your husband."

"You know the story of how we met. Childhood friends. We didn't get along around puberty, but we were stuck together throughout UA whether I liked it or not. You were there. You've seen the worst of it."

"I never understood it though. Kirishima and Mina were childhood friends and they-,"

"Were different from us. Or rather Izuku and I were different from the rest....We were always different. Complex. Simple and easy would've bored us I think."

Ice clinking. Fabric rustling as he rolls back the sleeves of his thermal. She takes a deep breath.

"....When did it change?"

If he could, he would gouge out his eyes and swallow them whole so he wouldn't have to see this crap.

"I didn't know they were dating." Mina mumbled into her cup of tea. He doesn't look up from where Deku has an arm slung around Round-Face's shoulder, plush pink lips pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Katsuki sneered.

"They deserve each other," He took a vicious bite from his apple, enjoying the crunch between his teeth as something raw and ugly reared its head within his gut. He felt sick and angry all at once. He wanted to retch. He wanted to fight. He wanted to take Izuku and....and...and...

He didn't know, and that was the worst of it.

"Kacchan! Let me go!" Deku's wrist was rough beneath his grip. The kid had scars, more than Katsuki could even count, all over his arms. He was beginning to suspect that he got them on purpose to look stronger than he really was. If that was the case, he had no qualms about laying down a few marks of his own. Lord knows he was good enough to do it.

"We're sparring nerd! Or are you trying to slack off now that you've got your little fancy ass quirk? You can't take up All Might's mantle if you're not willing to work."

That shut him up the rest of the way to the training room.

"I was supposed to have a date with Ochako tonight," The third-year muttered as he stripped off his shirt. Katsuki looked over the muscles in his back, how they flexed beneath the expanse of tan skin, shoulders covered in dark little constellations.

(And he burned.)

There was a thrill of satisfaction at the words. He swallowed it down lest he say something stupid.

But the feeling was so addictive he couldn't help but do the same thing all over again the next 'date night'. If Round Face wanted to distract the future #2 hero, she'd have to fight Katsuki for Deku's time.

It would have to come to a head eventually. He didn't expect it to take a whole fucking year, but he was nothing if not diligent. When Katsuki opened the door of his apartment one night to find Deku, bulked up from his time as Miruko's side-kick, lingering in his entryway, rain sticking his dark curls to his forehead as his eyes ran red with tears, he knew his work had finally paid off.

It was all he could do to hold back his victorious laughter as he pulled Deku in, peeled the wet clothes off his back, and pressed his advantage.

A hand pauses the recording.

"You broke them up?"

"I didn't break anything. Those two were doomed from the start. Two blatantly gay kids playing 'Heterosexual High School'. I did her a favor. Isn't she with that girl from Class B?"

"I...You're a homewrecker Kats. What an asshole. No wonder she still shit talks about you."

"She still hasn't gotten over it?"

She wants to laugh, but as soon as the impulse rises, the situation bears down on her once more, sobering her amusement into something bittersweet.

"She didn't when I last saw her...But...I mean things are different now aren't they? I don't know how she feels."

His tiny stutter of breath almost gets lost in the 'click' of the recorder. Scarlet eyes return to following the hare.

The first couple months were a disaster. They were either called in for work, rained out, or something. Katsuki wasn't one for religion, but he couldn't help but feel as though karma had a gun to his head and was shaking him down for all he had.

Impromptu dates were the only option. They could never plan anything out, so they went on instinct, feeling their way through the darkness of the unknown, sprinting through each new thrill. It suited them. They weren't boring people, so the typical dating process wasn't up to their speed. Their dates had to be thrilling and unusual.

Katsuki loved each and every one.

But he had a favorite. This one stuck out cause it was the least expected, jarring in how its sheer inconvenience contradicted how much laughter bubbled out of his throat.

After all, not many people could say their boyfriend snuck into their hospital room, escaping from his own by the skin of his teeth, to take them on a date. But there Izuku was, a bouquet of 'Get Well Soon' flowers in his hand still dripping water onto the floor, bandages wrapped all over his chest disappearing below loose sweats. His house slippers scritched against the floor as he approached Katsuki's bed, green eyes alight with a certain glint that Katsuki knew meant trouble.

He was smiling before the shitty nerd could even speak.

"Hey hot stuff," That saucy wink only confirmed his suspicions. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Fuck yes."

His leg was broken in three different places, but that didn't matter. Deku hooked his arms under Katsuki's body bridal style, mindful of his own broken ribs, then leapt out the open window, curtains a flutter behind them as they went through the sky. He'd remember the way the wind whipped at his face, how his leg throbbed as the painkillers that made him drowsy began to wear off, but it was the hands clutching him tight that imprinted on his mind.

It didn't matter how much time passed. He'd be able to sketch those hands from memory. He knew their touch like he knew his own. Every mottled scar and each crook in his fingers, he could see them even if he went blind. There was no touch he knew to be gentler.

Even as they landed, and the ground quaked beneath the force of Deku's feet, he was brought down so softly, as if he were a thing to be treasured.

There was a picnic already set up. He could see the large tartan blanket from the sky. (Later he would find out Shitty Hair and Pinky helped out, but for that moment, his eyes were on the tall figure of his man with his broad back to him as he faced the world, spine strong and straight as the tree trunks that surrounded them.) The little details like the picnic basket, his old Victrola and a box of his vinyl were the ones his eyes had missed. He could smell spicy takeout from the Indian joint he and Kiri always went to, and a steadily burning teakwood candle that was definitely Mina's special touch.

A sudden fondness for his friends rose quick, but he tamped it down, fighting back the smile on his face.

He lost when Deku turned.

His grin was cheeky as he held up a bottle of jack, and Katsuki knew that was definitely the other man's idea. No one else paid attention to what he preferred to drink, just taking a single sniff, scrunching their nose and running away before he could convince them to try it.

"For the pain!" Deku said excitedly, knowing damn well their nurses would have their heads if they found out.

Ice clinks in the glass. Kyoka looks at the dregs of dark liquor at the bottom.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment the realization came. They ate in relative comfort, drank more than they were supposed to well into night, watching the stars flicker into existence as the moon made its arc through the dark sky.

It might've been when they set their favorite record to play and Izuku lifted him up. Strength was always effortless when it came to him. It made Katsuki feel safe. He didn't need the protection but it didn't hurt to indulge for once, laying his cheek against a firm, barrel chest and enjoying the warmth of an embrace as they swayed. His feet dangled in the air, alcohol dulling the pain of the broken one into a mild thrum that was lost to the tingling sensation of something going right for once.

Yes, that was the night Katsuki realized this was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He stops talking. The tattoo around his finger is as bright as any ring, a simple neon green circlet, neon green lightning bolt where a diamond would've been. Kyoka licks her lips. The recorder is held tight in her hand, knuckles turning white till she realizes and loosens her grip. The two are silent. She searches for something, anything to say, but is interrupted by the thundering of little feet on the stairs, shoes slipping on the marble floors as wild shrieks rang through the hallway.

"Dad! Dad!"

And then comes the deluge. There are six of them, tumbling through the door still in their nightgowns, bedheads wild atop their heads and sleep still in the nooks of their eyes. They clamber around them, only a few sparing a curious glance at her before turning to their apparent father.

(When did this happen? Where was she for this part of their lives? All these tiny faces were unfamiliar to her.)

Katsuki holds the glass far from their reach, despite the only contents being ice, and smiles for the first time that day, shoving back all the grief and fatigue to quirk his lips.

"What's going on brats?"

"It's Aurore," The oldest, she presumes, starts with a confident bang. "Her quirk won't shut off! She broke the sink!"

As if hearing her name, the girl, the true oldest, question comes in.

Floats in, rather. Kyoka watches in mounting horror as the teen, no older than fifteen, comes over with terrible wails, black tendrils bursting from her hands like whips. But even this couldn't keep her attention.

No, it's the pink lightning all over her body that sets off alarms in her mind. She'd seen this before, in a different color.

"Her...Her quirk...it looks a lot like De-,"

Katsuki's hand slams down on the recorder, resounding slap making them all jump. He doesn't look at her as he gets up, one long lean line of power and authority.

"I've gotta take care of the kids. Come back tomorrow."

Then without another glance back, he takes the crying girl by her wrist, tugging her out to another part of the house. The other children follow, casting glances at her with wide bulbous eyes. Confused, and a little hurt, Kyoka collects her things and leaves.

The hare is back. She thinks its warren is nearby. It's resting in the grass, uncaring of the exposure as she stares. The fog hasn't lifted. The sun stubbornly refuses to come out. Katsuki answers the door even before she walks all the way up to the great white porch. They go back to the dining room from yesterday. He has a pitcher of water set out for them both. She doesn't even think of the eerie silence until he explains,

"The kids have gone to their Grandma Inko's for the weekend."

"Oh, I didn't mind! You didn't have to-,"

"I think," he says softly. "That she needs them more than I do right now."

There are no words that she can say to that. Slipping into the easy folds of professionalism, she sets her recorder on the table. He looks out to watch the hare.

She begins.

"July 26th. 8:01 AM. Same place as yesterday, with the same fog. The house is empty-,"

"You can't write about them. The kids." He says abruptly. She sends him a look, forcibly erasing the last couple seconds from the tape. "Sorry, but I wanted to make that clear. The kids are...They need to stay safe."

"You have my word," She murmurs. He nods. She restarts.

"July 26th. 8:02 AM. Same place as yesterday, with the same fog. Katsuki sits at the head of the table, staring out the window at the same rabbit." She slides her gaze around the room, settling on a photo propped on a side table. She was there the day that photo was taken. She could hear the fireworks, the applause, the sweet, sweet music they danced to that night.

Twin smiles look back at her, imploring her to ask.

"Kats, tell me about him. If you could tell the world what you want them to remember about your husband, what would it be?"

It's a strange question. He turns at the sound of it, then follows her gaze to the portrait.

At once, he reaches for the whiskey on the rolling cart.

The day of his wedding, he was nervous. It would turn out to be a fine affair; there wasn't a doubt in his mind about that, but that was only if Izuku didn't come to his senses and realize Katsuki was a selfish, rude prick with a temper and a mouth to match. He panicked. He fumbled over something as simple as his tie. His hands were shaking.

And he started to cry. It was only his Dad in the room, and Masaru was a complete bumbling mess when it came to tears, so the man left and, out of all the people he could've found to help, he found his wife.

Like he said. Complete bumbling mess.

Katsuki held back a scream when the old hag appeared. He nearly didn't invite her. She was the bridezilla of a wedding with no brides, paying strict detail to every fucking thing under the moon. But as soon as he saw her, the tears stopped short. He seethed instead, recoiling angrily as she fretted over him, tying his tie as she did back when he was a child.

"Kats'ki,"

He blinked. He hadn't heard his name pronounced like that since he was child. It turned his insides into mush, soft and malleable, quieting his curses till he was looking down at her with wide, blinking eyes.

(And wasn't that a wonder? She was a giant in his eyes once upon a time, but now she craned her neck to fix her gaze upon his face, weathered hands pressing against his cheeks as they did when he was a boy.)

"You're more like me than you're father. I suppose I need to be the one to tell you how not to screw this up-,"

He wanted to protest, but she pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him before smoothing out the lapels of his jacket.

"There's no marriage advice that applies to all couples. What worked for me and your father may not work for you and my darling Izuku, but nevertheless," Fingers paused, hesitated, then squeezed his shoulders. She pressed a firm kiss to his forehead."It must be said. Your passion is your greatest asset, but your temper is your worst. Never spend an entire day angry. Talk out your problems.

"Let yourself love him. Let that love consume you whole till it feels like there's nothing left but that warm, sticky feeling. And let him love you in return."

Everything was golden that day. Ivory and gold. He remembered how the champagne flowed freely. It went down his mouth in waves, sweetness sticking under his tongue, traces of it on the curve of Izuku's lips when he kissed him.

Katsuki wasn't a dancer but he danced that night. There was never a moment when there wasn't a hand at his waist, or his own wrapped around a firm shoulder. But, no matter where his steps strayed, he always found himself back in the same embrace, held tight against a firm chest, nose brushing against the smooth curve of a neck smelling of pine and sandalwood.

"I love you," And if he could, he would tattoo the words onto his heart, to have and to hold until he took his last breath.

That day, in that glorious, reception hall of gold and ivory and pale white roses, they had their peace. For one brief, shining moment, there was a Camelot: a fairy tale in which greatness was golden, and they had the King Midas touch.

There would be none like it ever again.

"I was at your wedding," Kyoka says wistfully. "The press was in a frenzy for any pictures. TIME said it was bigger than the royal wedding. You two single-handedly brought a small city in Japan under the scrutiny of the world..." She sighs, recalling the breathlessness of it all, of sitting in the pew and feeling the tides of history wash over her skin. "It was a gorgeous ceremony."

"...Yes," he replies, eyes flickering away from the photo. "It was."

The honeymoon was in Nice, France. It was strange. They weren't bombarded for photos. Either nobody knew them or nobody cared. They spent their days rolling around in the cool sheets of their hotel room, or laid out on the hot pebbles of the beach, toes in the rolling water of the tide. They would whisper secrets the other already knew in the dark, nibbling on cold pizza out by the shore, staring out at the vastness of the ocean as night brought them into its cool embrace. Izuku was a light even in that darkness. He was warm when the winds were cool, and still as the earth when the tide threatened to plunge them into the depths of the sea.

He could never turn it off, that thing that made him so bright. His moral arc was unshakeable, bending ever towards his idea of justice and peace. A symbol of strength in times when others were weak.

When Katsuki was weak.

Izuku said once that Katsuki was his image of victory. But age and experience taught him that the top spot wasn't everything. There was something greater than victory to strive for. It tasted just as sweet, but it was deeper, more profound.

He couldn't put a name to it but that...that thing was what he saw in Izuku. It was an innate glow. Every smile, twinkle of his eyes and even the smallest twitch of his crooked fingers bled with it.

He thought he could taste it on Izuku's skin. He certainly tried. When they lay in bed at night, he traced the map of the heavens with his lips, following each mottled scar that formed a road, memorizing each speckled freckle that formed a constellation against a tanned sky. With each kiss, each swipe of his tongue, he would taste the salt of his sweat but there would be something sweeter looming just beyond. He could spend hours searching for it, but Izuku, in all his niceties, was an impatient man.

The taste would barely brush his palette before the man would push him back into the soft mattress, set upon him with a vigor, and thrust into his heat till he saw fireworks.

Kyoka takes a long, heavy sip of water, resisting the urge to hide her cheeks behind her hands.

He thought he could see it sometimes. There was a little girl going around Nice, the local thief. They saw her pickpocket an elderly couple and immediately sprang into action. But she was fast. In a blink, she could cross the distance Katsuki made with ten steps.

She couldn't control her quirk though. So when they started nearing the beach, and she looked back at them with fear, there was only one deadly end that could be made. He tried to yell at her to stop, but that only made her jump. Before he could reach her, she was drowning. He was in the waves in an explosion of red and gold, but Deku came from nowhere, black whips surrounding her little body till they lifted her out of the teeming waters.

He carried her to shore, back against the halo of the sun. Katsuki could see it then, in that moment. It wasn't the electric green glow of One for All, but something more. Colorless and without a name.

(Did that sound insane? Maybe he was insane.)

He rescued that little girl, listened to her tragic backstory of abandonment as Katsuki sat fuming off to the side, eyes watching for any sleight of her tiny hand that could lead to Deku being hurt.

(It never came. Not even in the years after. Even accidentally, Deku was the one person Aurore could never harm.)

Their time in Nice, though enlivened by the incident, slowed back down after that. Deku had made a name for himself, helping out in minor incidents because of course he did. Le lapin vert, or Lap-V according to the hipster kids that skated around. He was a hero, even on their honeymoon, simply because he knew no other way to be.

Katsuki didn't fight it. He didn't mind so long as there was a familiar arm slung over his waist in the night, steady breath on the back of his neck and that deep, profound feeling of safety.

They were golden. They were good.

Then they returned to work, spent years dedicating themselves to the tireless cause of justice, picking up orphaned children and taking them in as their own, picking up falling buildings, picking up society as a whole and carrying it on their backs until....

Unti Izuku died, and all things golden and good died with him.

He takes a moment. She allows it, watching with weary, burning eyes as he slips a worn pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He at least has the decency to get up and open the window, smoke filtering out into cool morning air, blending into the drab gray.

"Thought you gave up smoking."

"...It comes and goes."

He watches the rabbit in the yard. The rabbit watches him back.

He had the day off. He could still remember how warm the bed was that morning. The sun's light had cast their bedroom in a blissful glow, one in which he lounged in like a cat, stretching out his limbs with a great, silent yawn.

He had kissed Izuku's forehead, soft and tender with affection he wouldn't dare display if the other man were awake, then went to put on a pot of coffee. The children were still asleep, as they were wont to do those early summer mornings. Half-days at school meant they didn't have to go in until a little later, leaving the house in a comfortable silence punctured only by the scritch of his slippers and faint chimes of the Corinthian bells hanging outside the window over the sink. It was soon joined by the rumble of the coffee maker, and a tired sigh as a strong arm wrapped about his waist.

Izuku mumbled his 'good morn'ng' in the same tone he used every day.

(He didn't realize how much he would miss it till he struggled to recall the string of syllables in his mind, searching for the exact lilt on the vowels, that low tired thrum that sent shivers down his spine, as he stood alone in the silence of the following mornings.)

They had coffee and toast, talking about nothing of importance. Class A gossip. Hero Politics. The kids.

Izuku took his shower. Katsuki washed the dishes.

Izuku left. Katsuki kissed him goodbye.

"I love you," Izuku said. His eyes used to search Katsuki's own whenever he said it. He wasn't sure what the man was looking for. Confirmation? Reciprocation? Whatever it was, he had stopped looking after the fifth year of their marriage. That morning, as many others before it, there was nothing but a warm, steady gaze that made his lips curl and heat climb up the back of his neck.

That morning, as many others before it, all he said back was, "Later, nerd."

(He'd regret not saying 'I love you' more, but especially in that last moment. He'd replay it over and over again in his mind, just thinking about 'what if's. Other words he could've said to encompass the vast wealth of his emotions, ones that could properly define the black hole created in his chest when Izuku left him behind.)

The call came in the afternoon. The kids had left for school an hour before. He waved them off as they boarded the bus, then entered the study to try and get a handle on his paperwork. His coffee had gone cold when his phone rang.

That was the first red flag. It wasn't his cell. It was his work phone. They didn't usually call him in if they had Deku and Shoto on the job. There was an unsettling feeling in his gut but he pushed it away, thinking it may have been a call about a promo opportunity.

He slid his finger against the cool glass.

Then Kota's panicked voice rang through the speaker and he felt the world slowly tick to a deafening halt.

"-Kugo! It's All for One! He's alive! He's here! Shoto and Creati are fighting him now but Deku is-! Deku is-!"

He had never thrown on his uniform faster. He was about to rocket out the door when his phone rang. His private cell. Something compelled him to glance at the screen, instinct warring for a say with his mind already calculating the route he would take. Seeing his old teacher's name flash only cemented the dread building in his gut.

Aizawa wasn't the type to call him unless it was something serious. He picked up the phone, flying one-handed as he did so, adjusting his balance so that he didn't crash out of the sky.

"He's at Musutafu General. He's asking for you. I know they're calling you into the field, but he says it's urgent. He says....He says 'All Might would want you to have it.' That it.."

A shuddered breath. "That it can't die with him."

He was on a course for the hospital before the line clicked. He didn't bother with the door, heart racing as he burst through a random window in a showering of glass. He was screaming; he knew it by how hot his throat was, the frightened eyes they sent his way as he marched through the building, boots scratching up the white linoleum floors, threatening to start a fight until Present Mic found him, clasped him by his old, wrinkled hand and led him into a private room.

His Izuku was there, lying in a bed, with no one around but Aizawa. No doctors. No nurses. No one who could help him. Katsuki was set to turn the entire place into a bonfire when green eyes turned to him and his sparks spluttered to a slow freeze.

"Get out," He ordered the extras. He couldn't even hear them when they complied, blood roaring in his ears like the sea.

(The sea. They used to go out and stare at it. Watch the sun drop below the gentle tide. What he would give for just onemore sunset.)

Izuku drew him close with nothing but his steady gaze. He was beautiful, even like this. Even as blood spattered his cheeks, leaking through his heavy bandages, as his eyes looked beyond him to see a greater, brighter horizon.

(Oh, how lucky he was to get to know God's favorite star.)

"Kiss me goodbye," It was a quiet rasp, easy as their mornings. He knew that tone, that series of syllables, mottled with something deeper than sleep.

He couldn't deny him when he was like this.

Katsuki pressed their lips together as he had countless times before, pushing every word left unsaid into this kiss, seeking a brief refuge in the dying warmth of his mouth.

'I love you...i've loved you...i will always love you'

Katsuki watched it go dim, that colorless, nameless thing. It slipped from Izuku's lifeless body to travel with his soul, off to a place he couldn't reach.

"What did he look like?"

"...Excuse me?"

"You said," She clears her throat, tar and oil in her mouth even as tears burn in her eyes. "You said Izuku was there, but what...what, um,...Can you describe to me what you saw?"

A silence yawns into the morning, stretching between them like the years passed. Katsuki looks at her evenly. When she turns away she still feels the scrutiny of his gaze. His voice is grinding gravel.

"You want me to talk about the body." He says it slowly, as if that would lessen the blow. "How the bandages couldn't hold him together? The way his legs were snapped, the hole in his gut that let you see clean through him? Do you want to hear about how his arms were slipping away from the bone? Do you want to hear about that Jirou? Do you really want me to describe what I saw? Or do the sick fucks of the world want to know what it looks like when a hero falls? What the Symbol of Strength looked like when he finally couldn't carry...couldn't..."

He sniffs. Wipes at his eyes. The tar in her mouth turns to ash, bitter and dry. She's never hated herself more than she does now.

"What happened after the hospital?"

He looks to the window. That rabbit hasn't left.

One for All pulsed in his veins as his sorrow joined his rage in a vicious cacophony.

They told him after, what he did. They told him of how the city burned in a blaze of terrifying glory. How he destroyed entire skyscrapers in his chase till he finally caught up to the man that took the sun from his skies. They told him how the newscasters were forced to stop broadcasting. The Hero Commission thought the imagery of the Symbol of Victory doing what he did best was too graphic for the public.

That was the worst part of it. The greatest triumph of his career and there was nothing to show for it but the shadow of a dead, lesser man.

He didn't remember any of it. He woke up to the blood on his hands, to the burned, ripped up pieces of a man once so feared lying at his feet, features unrecognizable from the dark, scarlet mess of blood, guts, and brain matter.

He didn't remember anything other than the face Izuku wore when he died. The fine curl of his lashes against the paling cheeks, how his freckles stood stark against his skin, lips blue but turned up into one final smile as he took his last breath.

He was golden, even in death. He was good.

"Are you crying?"

She sniffs, rubbing at her eyes as a sense of shame comes over her. She was meant to be comforting him, and here she was, falling into his reluctant embrace, pressing her nose against the sweet scent of his skin and acrid smell of smoke.

"I'm sorry...I just...I-,' She throws professionalism to the wind and breaks down in sobs, tumultuous racking things that make her chest hot and her eyes ache.

For a moment, she wonders what made her think she could do this.

But it wasn't her choice at all was it? Her supervisor demanded it of her, thrusting the assignment her way thinking that since she was 'close to the man's husband; she'd be able to get the job done'. With no regard for her feelings, or how she felt about the situation.

At the end of the day, she isn't even the one that mattered. This broken man before her-this dying fire-, is a scoop really worth putting him through all of this? Whatever she's feeling, he must feel ten-fold. He sits alone in this huge empty white house, drowning in memories of a golden time long gone, etched into every hall, haunting him at every corner, and here she is rubbing salt into the wounds.

Oh, she's a horrible person. A terrible friend. She has half a mind to throw the recorder out the window, but Katsuki slips it towards himself before she can even try. Crossing over to the window, he pulls out another cigarette.

"Go home Phones. Get some rest. We'll be back at it tomorrow."

She sniffs once more, collects the rest of her things, and finds her way out. From the driver's seat of her car, she can see him, a slim thing in one of the many grand windows, arms crossed as he leans out on the railing, a trail of smoke rising from his lips

Digging out her camera, she snaps a photo of the widow in the white house. She has to fight off the urge to retch the entire ride home.

"I don't smoke."

She glances up from her glass of water, warily eying the way he turned the recorder in his hands.

"31 minutes and 46 seconds in, you can yourself saying 'Thought you gave up on smoking.' Delete that part of the tape. I'm a pro-hero. The second half of the Wonder Duo. Kids look up to me. I don't smoke."

With that said, he slides the recorder back to her, takes a pack of cigs from his pocket, and lights up, reclining in his seat with shut eyes as the steady waft of nicotine fills the air.

Kyoka presses the starting button, and begins,

"July 27th. 8:30 AM. The dining room table again, with the grand old windows overlooking the yard. The fog doesn't seem to want to lift."

Twirling one of her ears with a finger, she looks at her notes, eying one question in particular her supervisor had underlined three times. There's no way she's going to be able to walk into his office without asking, but she's not sure if their friendship would survive the question.

"Did you regret it? Killing that villain?"

Scarlet eyes blink open but they are unseeing, glued to a spot just above her shoulder.

"Depends on who's asking. You, or the Tokyo Times?"

"...The Tokyo Times," she answers. There was nothing Kats hated more than a liar. She expected him to watch her with disappointment, to turn away and treat her coldly for the rest of the interview, but he simply shut his eyes once more.

"My actions were considered a necessary precaution to ensure the safety of the citizens of Japan," His voice is dull, clinical. She knows a practiced statement when she hears it. They were bland. The thump-thump-thump of his heart was at neutral pace, no emotion spurring it into action. "In order to preserve the peace of this new era, the greatest evil of the old had to be destroyed. I thank my fellow pros, the Hero Public Safety Commission, and all first responders for what they did that day. If he were alive,"

Katsuki pauses. The ice in his cup melts slowly beneath the heat of his grip, diluting the liquor it floats in.

His voice goes low, but does not shake.

"If he were here today, I am confident my late husband, Midoriya Izuku hero alias Deku, would be proud of what we accomplished as a city."

She does her duty in writing down what she could, scribbling a note to get a statement on other involved parties as soon as she could.

"Tell me how you felt about the funeral." She says as her pencils scratches.

"It was a ceremony worthy of a hero of Deku's statu-,"

"No." She lays a hand on top of his. "Tell me how you felt about the funeral."

A vein in his neck jumps. She can hear his heartbeat quicken with the rising fury.

"I hated it," He spat.

When a hero died, they received what was called an 'Akira Service' named after the first shining man made of light that decided to take up the mantle of 'hero'. It was a nationwide affair, drawing in colleagues, elites and politicians all intending to pay their respects with speeches, prayer, and moments of silence.

It had turned into an opportunity for influencers to rub elbows long before Katsuki was even a thought in his parents mind. The first he had ever been to was during high school for Best Jeanist. He was still young then, unsure of what was going on.

The second he had gone to was for All Might. Deku was with him for that one, as they were not only the man's protégées but had recently burst through the top ten ranking. They stood in a crowd of thousands, surrounded by vultures and wolves, with nothing but the other and a few scattered friends for respite.

"Do not let my funeral be like this," Deku had whispered to him, after the third fancy insurance company head came around to cozy up to them. "This is hell on earth. Hi! How are you?"

Katsuki couldn't reply then, when one of the Commission's higher ups approached with a false, wide grin, but he made that promise in his heart. He was sure that Izuku would do the same if Katsuki met his end first.

But if All Might's funeral as the retired Symbol of Peace was huge, then Izuku's death as a young, active hero-the Symbol of Strength made into a martyr- was beyond measure. People flew in from all over the globe to 'pay their respects'. It seemed like everyone Izuku had ever met had come out of the woodwork.

(It was strange, because when one of them traveled, the other wasn't too far behind. Izuku had hardly met anyone that Katsuki didn't eventually meet himself, and there were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the crowd that day.)

He intended a quiet service for those close to them. For it to be done quickly and efficiently as possible, that his husband's body would be cremated and the ashes buried in the grounds of their home, beneath the wisteria tree, where Katsuki could go every morning and pay his private tributes.

They stole that right from under him. They locked him up for 'his own safety' for days on end and by the time he was released his private cell, stumbling into the arms of his parents, he was politely informed that 'due to the nature of the situation, preparations were already underway for the burial of his partner Midoriya Izuku hero alias Deku, if we would like to be a part he would be expected to show up at the following address in the morning dressed appropriately for the followings series of events-'

Sorrow didn't taste bitter. He wasn't sure where that idea came from, but he knew it was wrong. It tasted like nothing. It tasted like his taste buds shutting down before the rest of his body, like a muggy fog he was constantly stumbling through, blind to the path, reaching out to find his way.

Sorrow tasted like what it meant to lose, and to be lost all at once.

His only grace was that he wasn't alone through this. He had his parents behind him, Inko at his side weeping into his shoulder, the kids with bowed heads and red eyes. All gathered around the oakwood casket that was still and quiet, muted in the wake of the winter sun.

He had his friends. Eijirou would maintain his quirk for as long as he needed to, beating back paparazzi with his gentle sternness as they made their procession through the streets. Sero blocked off a 'safe' area for family and friends during the service, tape strong with Kaminari's electricity latched onto it, crackling when anyone got too close without Eijirou's go-ahead.

Mina had organized what she could. Whatever control she, Inko and Mitsuki could wrestle from the Hero Public Safety commission, they did. She was the one that stressed over the tiny details, of white roses vs calla lillies and the order of speeches, that made sure the family was the first to be notified of everything that went on, that argued on their behalf when they couldn't keep up and halted the entire process until they agreed to release Katsuki, that they acknowledged that he needed to be there.

She, and the rest of the squad had-.

"Are you crying again Phones?"

"I am so, so sorry Kats. You needed me and I...I didn't show up. I missed it," She heaves through a sob, ears filled with a static that made her head hurt with something other than a deep-rooted resentment. He doesn't look her in the eyes. His heartbeat increases. She feels his toes tapping against the floor as he struggles to find the words to say.

(And here she was again, acting selfishly when Kats was the one who needed the help. When had she become this person?)

"It's not your fault. You had work-."

"That's no excuse. You went to him when he needed you. Mina dropped a modeling gig in the middle of Rome to come home."

"What you do is a little more important than-,"

"No." She brings her hands to the table, eyes willing him to look at her, to see how serious she was. It's not until dim scarlet flicker to her watery gaze that she continues, "I want to fix this. Please tell me how to fix it."

"...You can't bring him back."

"I would if I could."

"I know, but you can't." His cigarette is snuffed out against the marble floors, ash ground out under his heel. He pulls out a pack of tissues from his pocket and an envelope along with it.

"If you really want to help me out, publish this letter along with the article." he says. The white glides along the table, easy as a leaf on the wind. Curious, she unfolds it, wiping away the lingering blur of tears. Voice clear in the silence, she begins to read,

"...And it is with great pride and sense of accomplishment that I announce my retirement from the hero profession for good. It is evident now, more than ever, that the world is ready for a new era of peace, and I look forward to seizing my final great victory by raising those heroes. Yours, in service....Bakugou Katsuki hero alias Ground Zero....What the hellis this?"

"A resignation letter," Kyoka says to her supervisor, wincing. She hates it when he yells; the decibel levels are horrible on her ears. She gets the shakes, tucking herself in tighter.

"There's no way the Hero Commission is going to let their new #1 retire! Has his agency even approved this? We're not publishing this shit! They'll have my head! I asked you to go out there and get me a story Jirou! Not whatever this is!"

The letter is thrown into the air as his hand slams onto his desk.

"I can't believe this! You were chosen because I thought you'd be able to play on his weaknesses! I thought you could make him spill his secrets! A hero gone insane! The Widow: A Murderer! That was the angle I wanted then you come back here with this piece that makes him seem so-! ...So human! That savage Bakugou Katsuki! Our Symbol of Victory! No, you go back to that bastard's house and-"

She watches him rant. How his cheeks turn red with his rage. How fast his heart beats as he begins to fully get into the swing of it.

And she thinks back. She remembers how excited she was when she first got this job, how the squad had thrown her such a huge party. She remembers how proud of her Denki was and how he kissed her that night.

She remembers how the first date she had to blow off turned into twenty. The loneliness she felt when he finally broke up with her, swearing to always be friends. But she wasn't seeing much of her friends either. Then she started travelling abroad.

People started getting married (she's still alone.)

People started having kids (does she still have a chance now at 42?)

Then people started dying, and she was filled with nothing more than regret. The man is still screaming at her but, for the first time in her life, the world goes quiet.

"I quit." Kyoka says.

Collecting her things, she snatches the article out of the man's hands and walks out. The sound of the door slamming on his spluttering gives her a little thrill. She can't help but grin, kicking her feet into a little skip as she goes through the doors, and breathes in the fresh air of freedom.

As for her article , she publishes it anonymously with Put Your Hands Up News.

Her alias? Phones. It fits her she thinks.

The Priest: There comes a time in man's search for meaning when one realizes that there are no answers. And when you come to that, horrible unavoidable realization, you accept it or you kill yourself. Or you simply stop searching...I have lived a blessed life. And yet every night, when I climb into bed, turn off the lights, and stare into the dark, I wonder...'Is this all there is?'

Jackie Kennedy:...You wonder?

The Priest: Every soul on this planet does. But then, when morning comes, we all wake up and make a pot of coffee.

-Jackie

Miles away from the rush of the city, Katsuki sits on his porch, water and a cigarette in hand. That damn rabbit is back again. Doing nothing. Looking at him.

He stares right back.

Inside, the children are playing. Their shouts and laughter ring high in the air, over the bluster of the early autumn winds. He thinks the noise will scare the rabbit away but it perks up, craning its ears to listen. It looks at him once more, nose twitching and black eyes curious. He nods at it, then, for a brief ludicrous moment, thinks he sees it smile.

"Later nerd," he says. (Because, even after all the 'what ifs', it turns out that there are no words more fitting than those two.)

Katsuki watches it as it hops back to the cover of the forest, disappearing under the lavender falls of the wisteria tree. There was a certain lightness in his heart with each step the thing took. Snuffing out his cigarette, he lingers on the steps of the porch as the children wander out to join him. They run barefoot in the wet grass.

He waits. He watches.

They scream. They laugh. They look to him with great expectations.

Katsuki slips off his shoes and goes to join his children in the cool, morning dew. The fog lifts within the hour. The sun is out by noon.

The day is golden.

#bkdk fic #bkdk #bkdk au #twin stars week #bakudeku

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scariusaquarius · 5 years

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name.

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Reader Platonic! Midoriya Izuku x Fem! Reader

Request: lemme one-shot-request some of that sweet, sweet Bakugo soulmate AU with names as the mark. midoriya meets the reader somewhere and realizes that she has kacchan's name, and tries to get the two of them to meet up without telling either of them why. Bakugo is a little turd that doesn't wanna listen to shitty deku because we all know that's just the way things go with that beautiful dingus, am i right?

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A/n: I love you so much, my lovely @chickenparm. thank you for your dank request <3

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Genre: Romance, Fluff, Friendship Rated: Everyone Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Romance

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Author: dabisburntnut

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Being a waitress at the local bakery & café was one of your favorite jobs. The smell of the coffees, teas, and baked goods coming together to create the smell of autumn always made a shiver run down your spine. You loved this place, and you loved the rustic, Western, and homey look it had to it. This place felt like home to you, and in many ways, it was your home.

Your favorite part of being a waitress here was the people. You had met all sorts of different people, and you loved getting to hear all their stories and about their endeavors through life. However, one of your favorite regulars that would come in was a cute boy by the name of Midoriya Izuku.

Midoriya was one of your most valued customer, and he would come in usually around an hour after school had ended for him and keep you company for a while before leaving. Since you were quirkless, you enjoyed hearing about his adventures at school and how he was honing his ability every single day. Though, there was always one name that he would say that would make your head tilt and a strange shiver to run down your spine.

Kacchan.

Even just thinking about the name made your soul mark tingle, a strange feeling of buzzing electricity beginning to rumble through forearm as the name etched into your skin tingled. Looking down, you rubbed your skin, the black ink seeming to darken as you paid more attention to the soul mark.

Bakugo Katsuki.

The name sounded strong to you, as if it belonged to a hero or a warrior, and you wondered if you would ever meet your intended. Was he cute? Was he a nice person, or was he an asshole? God, what if you got stuck with someone who was a villain? That would be so awkward! A calling made you jolt, and you looked up at Midoriya, his green eyes worried.

“Are you okay? I’ve been calling you for the past minute.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Izuku. Sometimes I get lost in thought at times.”

Midoriya looked down at your forearm and his eyes almost bugged out from his head. He wondered if he was reading the name right, but when he blinked and rubbed his eyes, Kacchan’s name glared up at him in bold, cursive lettering.

“Is…Is that a soul mark?”

You flushed and yanked your sleeve down, looking down at the table. Midoriya was surprised from your embarrassment, and he apologized.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just never knew you were one of the 10% who had a soul mark!”

“It’s alright. I just…never really talk about it, I guess. It’s kind of sad though, isn’t it?”

Midoriya was taken back, asking in astonishment.

“Sad? Why would it be sad?”

You smiled down at your arm, rubbing the fabric of your shirt where your mark was.

“Even if I have this name etched onto my skin, there is still a chance that I will never meet my intended. It’s kind of sad, but…I think it’s sweet that the universe thought that I was good enough to have someone to call my own. I hope that wherever my soulmate is…they are pursuing their dreams like I’m pursuing mine. Do you think they would care that I was quirkless? What if they’re quirkless too?”

You bit your lip and sighed, saying.

“Sometimes I worry about that fact….that I’m quirkless. What if they’re a hero? I’d be too much of a liability because of my lack of quirk. What if they hate me for it, or worse…what if they’re a villain?”

Midoriya was astonished. In all the time he knew you, he hadn’t known that you had such insecurities hiding within your heart, taking root and budding into menacing thorn bushes as time went on. Midoriya frowned slightly. Bakugo didn’t take lightly to those who were quirkless, he knew that himself. However, this was Bakugo’s soulmate. Surely, Bakugo could learn to appreciate the strength and boldness within the quirkless, especially his soulmate, right?

“I think that if they loved you, they wouldn’t see your quirklessness. They would just see (Y/n).”

You flushed and laughed lightly, turning away from him.

“Wow, you’re so sweet. Thanks, Izuku. I should probably get back to work. You still have to train for your exam tomorrow, right?”

Midoriya smiled lightly.

“It’s just a paper test, but I should still study! I’ll see you tomorrow…try not to think too hard about your soulmate. I promise that they’re cooler than you think.”

Midoriya bolted out of there, leaving you confused within your spot.

-TIMESKIP-

Midoriya panted as he stood on Bakugo’s front steps. He had ran here in such a panic that he hadn’t been able to catch his breath, but once Midoriya did, he frantically began to knock on the door. Mitsuki, Bakugo’s mother, answered the door, a bright smile on her face.

“You gotta be shittin’ me! I haven’t seen you in a while, Midoriya! Come on in!”

Midoriya smiled and twiddled his fingers, saying shyly.

“Hello, Bakugo-san. I’m not gonna be long. I just have to tell Kacchan something.”

Mitsuki smiled before yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Katsuki, you better get your ass down here! An old friend is here to say hello!”

“Jesus Christ, you old hag! I can hear you, dammit!”

“Get down here!”

Midoriya heard a growl and began to shake within his boots. God, even now, there was still that childish fear within him of Kacchan. When Kacchan appeared, his gaze immediately darkened when they spied Midoriya.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Midoriya immediately began to explain, flushed and stuttering the whole time.

“I, um, I have something to tell you! So…so I found out that, um…the l-local café…it’s, um…sponsoring UA tomorrow! Yeah, and they…they wanted to…to have you there since you were the Class Rep at the Sports Festival!”

Midoriya was never a good liar, but he knew that if any sort of fame was involved; any way to get his name out there, then Bakugo would take it. Bakugo looked skeptical, and he muttered.

“What the fuck ever. I don’t give a damn about some goddamn sponsorship. Get out of my fucking house before I set your ass on fire.”

Midoriya nodded and ran out, panting as he went. Taking a few calming deep breaths, Midoriya hoped that his last-minute plan would work. Besides, you deserved to have some sort of happiness, didn’t you? Your forlorn face flashed into his head, and Midoriya closed his eyes. Yes, you did deserve to have happiness. Midoriya hoped he gave you it.

-TIMESKIP-

The next day, Bakugo was walking toward the café Midoriya had told him about. As much as Bakugo hated to admit it, but he was curious to see what Midoriya had been talking about. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, cleaned up and somewhat presentable. His soul mark on his collarbone began to tingle, and Bakugo huffed, rubbing the skin.

(Y/n) (L/n).

A name Bakugo couldn’t forget no matter how hard he tried. For years, Bakugo had tried to put the name on the back burner of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried to forget it, it would always remind him of its existence. When Bakugo walked into the café, he was confused. If the café was sponsoring UA…then where were the reporters? Where were the people who requested him to be there? Bakugo felt fury run through his body.

That fucking Deku…that fucking Deku tricked him!

Bakugo had half a mind to run straight to Deku’s house and beat the shit out of him, but when a lovely voice asked him if he wanted a seat, Bakugo’s fury left his body. His eyes went to you, and he froze.

Holy shit, you were gorgeous.

Your eyes had a gleam in them that seemed to make the whole room light up, your skin looking soft and as if it was glowing in the beautiful sunlight of the day. You were smiling at him, waiting for his reply, but Bakugo couldn’t do anything but nod. What he didn’t know is that you were frozen just as he was.

His eyes were a gorgeous shade of red, standing out against his beautiful skin and soft-looking blonde hair. The boy was tall, looking muscular and athletic. His intense gaze took your breath away, and your soul mark began to buzz a bit. The man nodded, and you shyly led him to a booth, placing down a menu.

“Um, here. My name is (Y/n) and I’m gonna be taking care of you tonight. Is there…is there anything I can start you off with?”

Bakugo was quiet as he thought about your name before murmuring.

“Just get me a large black coffee with two sugars.”

You nodded and walked away with his order, and Bakugo couldn’t help but to watch you. You were cute, a slight swing of your hips accompanying your walk, and Bakugo watched you as you reached for one of the cups on the high shelf. Your sleeve was pulled down by the move, revealing dark lettering on your forearm. Bakugo almost choked.

There, on your arm, was his name.

Bakugo was astonished. Were you really his soulmate? Was someone as gorgeous as you really his soulmate? Bakugo almost grinned. Of course his soulmate would be gorgeous. He only deserved the best, right? Bakugo watched as you came back with his order, and when you went to pull your arm away, Bakugo grabbed your wrist. You were shocked, and Bakugo slowly turned your arm to reveal your mark.

“Please let go of me, sir.”

“Is your name (Y/n) (L/n)?”

You were astonished and you nodded slowly.

“How do you know my name?”

Bakugo scoffed, letting your wrist go and crossing his arms.

“Cause it’s written on my collarbone, dumbass. I’m your fucking soulmate.”

You choked and coughed, beating your chest with a fist. Bakugo was amused, but he simply rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

Bakugo pulled his shirt down to reveal your name, and your eyes widened. Your fingertips brushed against the incredibly arm skin, tracing the words, and Bakugo flushed, hissing and swatting your hand away.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Sorry! I couldn’t help it!”

Bakugo growled before taking an angry sip of his coffee, and you twiddled your thumbs before asking shyly.

“Um…may I sit with you?”

“I don’t fucking care.”

You sat down and blushed, murmuring.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bakugo.”

He simply stared at you, and you blinked at him, taking his features in again. His eyes were intense, oh god, so intense, and you flushed deeply, looking away. Bakugo smirked lightly, amused by your shyness, and you joked lightly.

“Well, I can’t invite you to coffee cause…we’re already in a café…so can I interest you in some food?”

“It better be fucking good.”

You grinned and challenged him.

“It’s the fucking best, soulmate.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

[END]

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#Bakugo Katsuki #Reader #Bakugo Katsuki x Reader #Oneshot #bnha #bnha fanfiction

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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Needy (BKDK)

Hello! Here is the next part of my BKDK Domestic AU series! I was listening to needy by Ariana Grande, which inspired this one-shot along with the title of it.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Needy

Summary: Katsuki returns home after a mission in Hokkaido and Izuku couldn’t be happier. The blond is usually the one that jumps Izuku at home, but for once, it’s the reverse.

One-Shot Notes: BKDK Domestic AU (part three), they all have their Quirks; Katsuki and Izuku are 22; they live together and have been living together for almost a year; Established BKDK (been dating for a few years); Katsuki is returning from a two-week mission in Hokkaido; oyakodon is chicken and eggs on top of rice

Warning: NSFW content; read at your own risk!

One-shot is under the cut!

Izuku stared at the clock impatiently, waiting for the moment the door would swing open and his boyfriend would be home.

Katsuki had left on a mission in Hokkaido for two weeks involving a drug trafficking ring there along with some other pro heroes, leaving Izuku alone in the large apartment.

He prayed for Katsuki’s safe return every night and today, all of his prayers paid off.

He looked at the calendar, the eighteenth circled in red Sharpie to signal Katsuki’s return. Then, his gaze flitted back to the clock on the wall.

Open the door, Kacchan, open the door, Kacchan, open the door, Kacchan, he silently pleaded.

Then, the door opened. At that moment, Izuku was like a puppy with the way he jumped up and dashed over to the door.

“Kacchan...!” he shouted.

He stopped, seeing that it was Eijirou rather than Katsuki.

“Oh...hey, Midoriya.” Eijirou greeted.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Izuku said.

“Man, you sound really sad that it’s just me. You’re really eager to see Bakugou, aren’t you?” Eijirou asked.

“Well, yeah. He’s finally coming home after two weeks.” Izuku replied.

“Of course, of course. I just came to check up on you and it seems that you’re doing good.” Eijirou noted.

“Yeah...” Izuku looked over at the kitchen. “Do you want me to make you some tea?” he asked.

“No, I’m good. I have to get going to work, anyway.” Eijirou told him.

“Ah, I see...” Izuku smiled. “Well, good luck at work.” he said.

“Thanks! You have a good day now, Midoriya! I’ll see you next week, alright?”

“Yeah! See you next week!”

After seeing Eijirou off, Izuku got to work making breakfast for himself. He set his bowl of oyakodon on the table along with a small bowl of miso soup and a cup of tea and began to eat.

A text from Ochaco came in as he finished off his soup.

Uraraka: Hey, Deku! You wanna hang out this afternoon? I’m getting off my shift early.

“Uraraka...” he trailed off.

I want to go, but...I don’t want to miss the moment that Kacchan walks through that door, he thought to himself.

He sighed as he typed out his response to Ochaco.

Izuku: I would like to, but I have plans today.

Uraraka: Oh yeah, Bakugou is coming back from Hokkaido today! I almost forgot about that. You two must have something planned, don’t you?

Izuku: Yeah. Sorry, Uraraka...

Uraraka: Don’t apologize, Deku! It’s fine!

Uraraka: I’ll see you next week, okay?

Izuku: Yeah, see you then!

Izuku set his phone down and continued to eat. Once he was done, he tried to distract himself by doing various chores around the house. However, that didn’t stop him from looking at the door.

Kacchan, please come home soon. I miss you, he prayed.

As he finished sweeping the floors and got ready to sit down and watch some television, the door opened. He turned, expecting to see Eijirou. But once he saw who it was, he stilled.

Spiky blond hair.

Red eyes.

That black tank top and baggy pants combo that Izuku loved.

That could only mean one thing: his boyfriend was home.

“K...Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he ran over to Katsuki.

“Hey, Deku—“ Before Katsuki could finish his sentence, Izuku tackled him and mashed their lips together in a kiss.

Katsuki’s eyes were wide as Izuku cupped his cheeks. He kissed back, deepening it as Izuku moaned against his mouth.

Katsuki backed up against the door as Izuku pulled away, the two of them panting. He stared at him in wonder.

“That was one passionate kiss. Did you miss me that much?” Katsuki asked.

“Why the hell wouldn’t I miss you?” Izuku shot back.

Katsuki chuckled.

“Sounds like you did.” he pecked Izuku on the nose. “I’m back, Deku.” he said.

Izuku smiled.

“Welcome home, Kacchan.”

🧡💚🧡💚

Katsuki stood in the kitchen, chopping up some vegetables to make curry. Chopping sounds filled the space with each cut he made.

As he put the chopped carrots into a bowl, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his torso. He looked back to see that Izuku had buried his face in his back.

“Hey, cute Deku.” he said.

“Hi, sexy Kacchan.” Izuku replied.

He nuzzled his nose against Katsuki’s back, inhaling his scent. He listened to Katsuki’s breathing as the blond let out a chuckle.

“Sexy, huh...I like how that sounds.” he said.

Izuku inhaled Katsuki’s scent again and mewled, rubbing his cheek against Katsuki’s back.

“You’re acting like a kitten, Deku. It’s pretty damn cute.” Katsuki commented. Izuku mewled more.

I missed this. I missed smelling Kacchan’s scent, hearing his laugh, holding him...I missed him, he thought to himself.

He listened to Katsuki finish chopping up the potatoes as he spoke.

“Now, you’re gonna need to let go of me. I have to carry these over to the stove.” Katsuki said.

Izuku shook his head, mewling in disapproval.

“Come on, Deku, I really need to start making this curry.” he said.

Izuku refused to let go. For some reason, he feared that Katsuki would vanish if he let go. He proceeded to press kisses to Katsuki’s clothed back as the blond released a sigh.

“Alright, you cute little thing.” Katsuki turned so that he was facing Izuku. “I’ll indulge you just a bit.” he said as he hugged Izuku back.

Izuku smiled, purring contently.

“Geez, you really are like a kitten. Not that I’m complaining, though.” Katsuki stated as he ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair.

Izuku rose his head to stare lovingly into Katsuki’s red eyes, which reflected that same love that was in Izuku’s eyes.

“I love you, Kacchan.” he said.

“Damn right you do.” Katsuki said as he leaned in and pecked Izuku on the tip of his nose.

Izuku giggled as Katsuki pulled away.

“Now, let me go make the curry.” his hands moved to Izuku’s arms. “I ain’t going anywhere. You can cling to me all you’d like after, okay?” he asked.

Izuku was reluctant, but he nodded his head.

“Good.” Katsuki said.

He kissed Izuku on the cheek before removing his arms from his torso and heading over to the stove. Izuku followed Katsuki around the kitchen like a dog following its owner, clinging to him every chance he got.

He simply didn’t want to let go of him.

🧡💚🧡💚

After having the curry for lunch, Katsuki decided to go and take a shower and scrub himself clean of the cheap hotel lotion he had been using during his mission. Izuku went with him, still clinging to the blond.

They stood in the shower, hot streams of water beating down on them. Katsuki pulled some shampoo into his hand and began rubbing it into Izuku’s hair.

“Kacchan! You’re being rough!” Izuku whined.

“I thought you liked it rough?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, who smirked down at him as he continued making suds in his dark green locks. A pout crossed his lips as his cheeks turned pink.

“It’s not funny...” he mumbled.

“I think it is.” Katsuki said.

Izuku turned away and brought his hair under the water, washing the shampoo out. He pulled his head out a couple of minutes later and turned back to stare at Katsuki, who began soaping his body up.

The sight of Katsuki in his naked glory, chiseled body on display and covered in soap suds was enough to turn Izuku on.

He felt his cock twitch.

I don’t think I can contain myself any longer, he thought to himself.

“Oi, Deku, get out from under there so I can wash myself off—“ Izuku closed the distance between them, cupping Katsuki’s cheeks with his hands and mashing their lips together in a needy kiss.

Izuku moaned into it as he backed a stunned Katsuki against the shower wall. Katsuki kissed back soon after, hands moving to caress Izuku’s hips. Izuku grunted, biting at Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki parted his lips with ease and Izuku slipped his tongue inside, their tongues dancing with one another. Grunts and moans filled the small shower space as Izuku lost himself in the kiss. His hands traveled to Katsuki’s hair, rubbing his fingers through it. He tugged lightly, eliciting a grunt from the blond.

Pulling away from the kiss, Izuku gave himself little time to breathe before peppering Katsuki’s neck with kisses. He dragged his teeth along the side of Katsuki’s neck, listening to the way the blond’s breath hitched.

“Shit, Deku...” he grunted as Izuku bit down on the junction where his neck and shoulder met.

Izuku kissed the bite mark before traveling down to his chest, peppering it with more kisses. He eventually moved to Katsuki’s hardening length, kissing the base and moving up as he got in his knees. Katsuki’s length rested against Izuku’s cheek as he peered up at him with lustful green eyes.

“Kacchan...can I?” he asked.

“Fuck, just do it.” Katsuki said.

Izuku smiled up at him before taking the head into his mouth. He bobbed his head on it, swirling his tongue around it and lapping at the pre-cum that began to leak from it. He rolled his eyes up to look at Katsuki, who was breathing heavily, cheeks painted red.

“Shit, Deku...you’re so hot.” he rolled his head back into the shower wall. “Fuck...” he breathed out.

Izuku began to move down on it, taking more into his mouth. He placed one hand around Katsuki’s thigh as he moved his head up and down. He used his other hand to pump what he couldn’t take into his mouth. He would occasionally look up at Katsuki, watching how his facial expression would change with each movement he made.

He took more of Katsuki into his mouth, letting his hand drop and take care of his own erection. He stroked it languidly, causing him to moan onto Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki let out a sound that was a mix of a groan and whimper.

“Fuck, Deku...” he ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair and fisted them in it, proceeding to buck his hips against Izuku’s mouth.

Izuku gasped around him as Katsuki thrusted in and out.

“Shit...fuck, you’re so hot, taking all of me in your mouth...” Katsuki groaned in pleasure. “Fucking shit...” he panted out.

Izuku moaned with each thrust as he stroked himself faster. The steam from the shower combined with Katsuki fucking his mouth and him stroking himself was making him feel heady. All he could focus on was the taste of Katsuki and the sounds that Katsuki was making, calling him beautiful and praising him for his mindblowing blowjob skills.

I love him. I love Kacchan so much, he thought to himself.

He could feel himself nearing his peak. His strokes grew irregular and he could tell that Katsuki was nearing his climax as well with how jerky his thrusts were becoming.

“Goddammit, Deku...I’m going to cum...” he said.

“Mmmm...” Katsuki yanked Izuku back so that he released his cock with a popping sound and Izuku’s hand immediately wrapped itself around it, pumping it quickly. “Kacchan, cum all over me. Come on, Kacchan.” Izuku cooed.

Katsuki bit his lip.

“Shit, Deku...!” Katsuki grunted as he came, streams of white spurting all over Izuku’s face. Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth opening to let some drops of his seed fall inside. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and let his tongue dart out to lick at some of his lover’s cum.

He peered up at Katsuki through half-lidded green eyes as the blond tried to catch his breath.

“Shit, that was so fucking amazing...” he looked down at Izuku. “Look at you, with my cum all over your face...so fucking sexy.” he commented.

He helped Izuku up and proceeded to lick his face. Izuku mewled as Katsuki got closer to his lips.

“Here, have a taste.” he said, mashing their lips together in a kiss.

He let Izuku pry his mouth open and plunge his tongue inside, tasting Katsuki’s seed. He slung his arms over the blond’s broad shoulders as he dragged his tongue along each and every one of Katsuki’s teeth, memorizing each curve and dip in them. His tongue pressed against the roof of Katsuki’s mouth before going down to stroke his tongue, their tongues swirling together. Katsuki moaned, his hands traveling down to grope Izuku’s ass. Izuku moaned into Katsuki’s mouth as the blond spoke.

“Shit, you’re making me horny.” he said against Izuku’s mouth.

Izuku pulled away from the kiss, a smirk touching his lips.

“I can tell.” he said, feeling Katsuki’s erection against his own.

He hissed as Katsuki rubbed them together.

“Let me fuck you, right here, right now.” the blond whispered, his voice filled with need and lust.

“Yes...fuck me right now...” Izuku moaned out.

Katsuki chuckled.

“What a naughty mouth...fine, then.” he groped Izuku’s ass again. “I’ll fuck you.”

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Izuku and Katsuki sat on the couch later that night, watching some documentaries on All Might. Izuku has his head on Katsuki’s shoulder as he snuggled up against him. Katsuki’s head was resting atop Izuku’s.

He began to run his fingers through Izuku’s hair as he spoke.

“So, Deku? Care to tell me why you’ve been so...needy today?” he asked.

“Needy?” Izuku questioned, staring up at Katsuki in confusion.

“Yeah, needy. Starting from how you clung to me when I was making lunch, then the three bouts of sex we had in the shower, the two rounds we had in the bedroom, and now with you snuggling against me. What’s up?”

“That’s...”

Katsuki kissed his temple.

“You can tell me. I won’t judge.” he said.

“Yeah, you will.” Izuku said with a pout.

“No, I won’t.” Katsuki extended his pinky finger out. “I swear.” he said.

Izuku stared at Katsuki’s extended pinky finger and then into Katsuki’s red eyes before sighing.

“Okay...” he trailed off as he hooked his pinky finger around Katsuki’s.

They pinky swore on it and broke their pinkies apart.

“Now, spill. Or else I’ll make you spill.” he said, nipping at the shell of Izuku’s ear.

Izuku shuddered at the touch.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off.

“Tell me~” Katsuki singsonged.

“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Izuku fiddled with his thumbs. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing...see, you’ve been gone for two weeks, Kacchan. I spent two weeks without you. So, now that you’re here, my craving has overflowed and no matter what I do, I just can’t get enough to satisfy me. So yes, I’m being needy. But, it’s your fault for leaving me on my own for two weeks.” Izuku explained.

“I see...well, I’m sorry for leaving you. But you know I had to. It was a high priority mission.” Katsuki said.

“I know that. Still wished you didn’t go.” Izuku told him as the blond nuzzled under Izuku’s chin.

“I missed you too, you know. A day didn’t go by where I didn’t think of my precious, sweet, adorable, and drop-dead sexy Deku.” Katsuki purred.

Izuku mewled as Katsuki kissed the side of his neck.

“I love you, you know?” Katsuki confessed.

Izuku blushed. It was rare for Katsuki to casually say “I love you,” especially more than once a day, so this was a treat for him. He couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his lips.

“I love you too, Kacchan.” he said.

He shifted so that he was seated on Katsuki’s lap, the blond hissing with pleasure.

“I see you’re hard.” he commented, rolling his hips into Katsuki’s.

Katsuki groaned.

“Dammit...it’s your fault for being sexy.” he stated.

Izuku laughed as Katsuki swooped in to kiss him, the documentary long forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk domestic au #part 3 #fluff #n*s*f*w content #blow*jobs #read at your own risk!#izuku is being needy af #inspired by ariana grande's needy #kawaiikichi

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MHA, Villain Izuku, AU, drabble

This is a little drabble that I wrote about what I think Villain!Izuku would be like. I usually see a bad-ass version going around, and that’s cool, but...a nerdy/obsessive/slightly psychotic dork is more my style.

Several other parts of this are written as well, but none are as put together as this one is. Let me know what you think, if anything!

It was freezing, and if the cold weren’t so imperative to his plan, Izuku would have preferred to have done this someplace with a little more comfort to it. Maybe a café, or the park, he had always loved playing around the park, spending the hours after school running around the woods. But, given the way his life was now, Izuku had to make do with what he had to work with.

Izuku hopped up on the table they had secured Bakugou to, using padded cuffs to clamp his arms, legs, and head down because Izuku didn’t want to hurt him, would never want to hurt Kacchan. He shivered as his legs touched the cold metal, only his thin uniform trousers for protection, and felt goosebumps break out all over his skin as he settled down.

He let out one long, relieved laugh at finally being this close to Kacchan after almost a year of nothing. It felt good to be in his company again, but he regretted that the use of restraints and a gag and a refrigerated meat locker and, of course, the whole kidnapping plot in general that was needed to make it possible.

The League Of Villains wanted Bakugou Katsuki because they thought they could turn him, use all that fearsome drive that they had misinterpreted as anger and resentment to turn him into one of them. Catch him in a moment of weakness, like they had with Deku, so long ago after that afternoon behind the school. That had been a coincidence, a thrown notebook that had gotten picked up by the wrong hands and returned to a boy that had been starved for a pleasant word and running on what little fumes his self esteem had been reduced to. Shigaraki-san had gently turned a few pages of his notebook, impressed with the details written down there, intrigued by Izuku’s hypothetical plans for improvement on some Pro Heroes’ weak spots. Some of the pages had been burnt beyond recognition, the whole thing was waterlogged and Izuku had stuttered out disagreements, but Shigaraki-san had treated the notebook that was essentially Izuku’s life work with reverence. Shigaraki-san had complimented him on it, listened to his goals, his worries, and finally, offered him a place. Offered him a way to get what he wanted, a deal of sorts.

It had all seemed very strange at the time to Izuku, and from that day on, there had been a prevailing sense of wrongness, a shift in every facet of his life, including his own brain. Thoughts were coming to him that never occurred to him before, things seemed skewed in his memory, off-kilter, drugged, hazy, any and all other synonyms for Not Right. But, Izuku worked around it, changed his thinking so he could get rid of the pounding headaches and constant vertigo and once that had happened, everything got Much Better.

The League of Villains wasn’t…quite what Izuku had in mind for his future, but it was better than what he could have achieved on his own. Barring an act of extreme providence, Izuku was never going to be able to get into UA, not if he was Quirk-less, not if he wanted to go into the Hero course.

Kacchan would be in the Hero course, no doubt about it. Kacchan was awesome.

Izuku mostly kept quiet when they were talking during their meetings, just sitting in the corner of the saloon they used as headquarters, sipping soda while swinging his feet from the tall bar stool feeling every bit the little kid they treated him as. It didn’t help that he jumped whenever they addressed him, startling like he had only just realized where he was and the company he was keeping. They were bad guys, their group name had the word ‘villains’ in it—Izuku knew that, he wasn’t under any other impression. He just knew that he wasn’t a bad guy. All he wanted from them was a way to be by Kacchan, to be able to see his friend again, the one he had always admired and had never wished anything but death for.

Izuku blinked, shaking his head to knock that curious little voice that liked to pop up every once a while to the back of his head where it belonged.

But the best for, he corrected with a small smile once the voice had settled down, We like Kacchan he told it firmly, ignoring the curious side glances a few members shot him as he chuckled in the back of his throat.

“Anything to share, Midoriya-san?”

Izuku sat up straight, blurting out, “Nope!”

A couple of nights before the kidnapping plot, he sat at the bar like he had so many times before, shifting his feet with every mistaken thing they had said as they discussed Kacchan. He tried to keep the frown off his face, bite back his objections and defend Kacchan, but if he did that, then he wouldn’t get to see Kacchan. Not to mention his own safety would be in peril should he decide to speak out against the League. Izuku was praised and valued for his insight, was trusted to gather information and listened to when he mustered up the courage to add to their plans, but he was still Quirk-less, still the weakest member. Anyone of them could have been great Heroes, if that had been the path they’d chosen. With the right psychological help, Izuku conceded.

The League had made up their minds about Bakugou, felt they could successfully turn him once captured and were excited about the prospect. Izuku wanted Kacchan, because he just wanted. So he had helped them, had told them all about Kacchan’s Quirk and how it worked, how it could be countered. He had already spent so much time doing reconnaissance around UA during the Sports Festival and its students while they were on break that he already had a good idea of when it was best to strike. And he had been right, and it had gotten him that much closer to Kacchan, closer than he could have gotten on his own.

So, he supposed, taking that into account, the League of Villains wasn’t all bad.

“You’ve gotten so much stronger, Kacchan,” Izuku brought a trembling hand up to Bakugou’s bicep, not quite working up the courage to place anything more than just his fingertips against the other boy’s skin. Bakugou could always casually insert himself into Izuku’s personal space, always to intimidate or threaten, but now he was having a hard time doing it himself.

“You’ve always been...” Izuku trailed off, the words big, fit, muscular drifted through his mind, each one igniting a spark of heat that swirled through his chest, “But I guess going through all that training at UA has really paid off. I can only imagine how much you’ve improved. I saw you fight in the Sports Festival tournament, I was supposed to only be taking notes and analyzing everyone else’s Quirks, but I, I know everything about yours already, so I just got to enjoy watching you. It was the best! That huge explosion you let off in the fight against Uraraka-san was amazing! Her plan was so clever, but you countered it just the same. I could feel the heat on my face from all the way at the top of the stands!” He smiled and let his hand drop to his side, a flurry of mist leaving his mouth as he laughed, “Kacchan is really amazing.”

Izuku spared a glance at Bakugou’s face, ignoring the restraints and the angry growls that were surely threats and curses muffled by the gag in his mouth. Izuku imagined that he had already heard variations of them over the years.

“I, uh, told them about your Quirk,” Izuku scratched at his cheek, “So that’s why...sorry, it’s probably really uncomfortable.”

“It’s not very villain-like to apologize to the one you’ve captured, Midoriya.”

The other boy winced, turning toward the door, “Oh, uh, sorry, Kurogiri-san, I didn’t see you there. Force of habit, I guess. And I...really do feel bad,” Izuku squirmed uncomfortably before turning to the other with a hopeful smile, “Kacchan and I are childhood friends.”

“You know, we didn’t bring Bakugou all the way here just to be a playmate for you.”

Izuku hunched in on himself, his nose and cheeks turning red as he nodded, a curious sensation in the cold room, “I, I know that, I was just...catching up.”

“Hm,” Kurogiri sounded unconvinced, “Has his Quirk been suitably destabilized?”

“Oh, um,” Izuku blew a long breath into the air, watching with a small smile as it turned to mist and slowly dissipated, “Yeah, it should be cold enough, as long as he doesn’t sweat. Because, his Quirk comes from the mixture of nitro—”

“Yes, you’ve told us. Many times.”

“Yeah, I guess I have,” Izuku laughed, letting the sound taper off unnaturally when he realized his current company wasn’t sharing his amusement.

“Midoriya, it’s time for you to leave the room.”

“Oh, okay,” Izuku sighed sadly and swung his leg over, getting off of Bakugou’s lap, “Maybe I’ll see you later, Kacchan, and then we can catch up some more. Bye!”

#my hero academia #mha #midoriya izuku #bakugou #kurogiri #villain #villain izuku #villain deku #psycho #obsessive #split personality #canon AU #drabble #one sided love #fanfic #salamandererg

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chemicalmagecraft · 5 years

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The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you guys for all your likes and comments! I noticed that a few people might have been a little confused about The Gamer... it's an element from a Korean webcomic. The only reason why this wasn't listed as a crossover earlier is because I couldn't find it in the category thing. That being said, there are few other things I'd like to say to some of the commenters:

To Octopie21 and origamishishou: The reason why Midoriya hasn't put All Might, Bakugou, and Inko in his party is because he doesn't want to constantly have people in his party. And it simply didn't occur to him anyway... and it may or may not have not occurred to me as well...

To Spidja: +10 points!

To ZaynNaz: You're totally right, I'm sorry. I sometimes put more flowery words in my writing, so that just slipped in. Don't worry, I'll try to deflower Midoriya's internal monologue in the future!

To Shadow-DJ: ಠ◡ಠ

To sunsetskywrites: I'm probably not going to include any ships. There are pairings in BNHA that I ship, but I don't think I'd be able to add them in without it being forced, so... :/. I might eventually make a shipping fanfic, though.

And finally, to everyone who asked me to post another chapter of this fic: ಠ◡ಠ

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My alarm sounded. I yawned and turned it off. I hadn't had to sleep in a while, so that was a little weird. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, then looked at the text box that greeted me.

You have slept in a bed! Your HP and MP have been restored, and any negative status effects have been cured!

"Huh," I said. "I'm probably never going to see that again. Good to know, though." I sat up and did a few stretches to get myself moving. Remembering what I had done last night, I whispered, "Halitus." My new elemental appeared from nowhere, sitting on my bed and now about as big as a regular eight-year-old boy. He was, at the moment, in his incorporeal form, which I now somehow knew would cost me nothing to use unless I started using him to control the air around me. I could summon him to a corporeal form, but that would require a steady mana cost. "H-hello," I said cautiously.

"Hello, master," he replied. His voice didn't seem to make any audible sound, but I could still hear it in my head. "What do you need of me?" he asked.

"Nothing, for the moment. I just wanted some company, and to maybe ask you a few questions." I looked at Summon Basic Elemental. The skill had gained a level off of the summoning ritual, but now it was ever-so-slightly increasing over time now that I had Halitus out, which was good.

"What do you need of me?" I got up and started to walk to the kitchen. Unfortunately, today was a school day, so I couldn't stay at the beach all day and grind no matter how much I wanted to. My training options were really limited at school, but I'd have to make do.

"What do you know about me?" I asked.

"You are Midoriya Izuku. You are my master. Our souls are one." He... did not waste words, did he?

I blinked. "Is that it?"

"Yes."

"What do you know about the world?"

"There is air. The air moves. People are noisy. This place used to look different." I idly wondered if the way he talked was something that all elementals did or if it was just Halitus.

"...What can you tell me about yourself?" I asked as I made myself breakfast.

"I am air. I move the air. Our souls are one." I sighed. This might be difficult.

"Who are you talking to, Izuku?" my mom asked.

"Oh, right," I said. I manifested Halitus, watching as air swirled around to give him a body. "You remember Halitus, right, mom?"

"Izuku, dear, I don't think I could ever forget what happened last night," she told me.

"Right," I said. "Sorry. I was just asking Halitus some questions about himself." Halitus gave a small nod of his head when I said his name.

"Oh, right. H-hello, Halitus?" she said uneasily.

"I am pleased to meet you, mother of master," he replied. Now that he was corporeal, his voice was audible.

"Please, call me Inko," she laughed.

"Of course, Inko-sama."

Mom sighed. "You... '-san' will do."

"Yes, Inko-san."

"Halitus, what exactly can you do to 'move the air,'" I asked.

"You give me mana and I can control the air in any way you want. My range currently has a radius of roughly one hundred meters, and it will increase as my power grows. My power will increase as your power grows."

"Okay," I said. "Do you know what my Quirk is?"

"I know not what a Quirk is. I know nothing of how the world is now."

"Oh," I said. "I'm going to have to fill you in on a lot, aren't I?"

"If that is what you wish, master."

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I ended up talking to Halitus as I walked to school. For whatever reason, Kacchan didn't meet me when I passed by his house like he'd started doing after we made up, so I just moved on. I'd made Halitus incorporeal before I left the house because I felt like maybe creating a sentient being made of air mana might be pushing public Quirk usage laws a little far. "...and that book was how I was able to summon you," I finished. He said nothing. I was about to say something when he suddenly jerked.

"Master, someone is rapidly approaching," he told me.

"HEY DEKU!" a familiar voice yelled. "WAIT UP!" Kacchan ran up to me, panting a bit. "You were just gonna leave without me, asshole?"

"I thought that maybe you were sick when you weren't waiting for me," I told him.

"Then check with that elemental of yours or something. He's gotta have some sort of air-sensing power."

"I only got Halitus last night," I told him. "I don't know everything about him yet. Why were you late anyway?"

He snarled. "Fucking alarm clocks. Sometimes they just spontaneously combust and shit."

"You blew up your alarm clock again, didn't you?" I sighed.

"Fuck off! This time it wasn't me!" Was it just me, or was he glaring at the air? "Well, not... directly me, anyway... Enough of that shit. Want your book back?" He handed my journal back to me.

I nodded. "Thanks, Kacchan."

He snorted. "What, didja think I was gonna fucking blow it up or drop it in a pond like some asshole?"

I gave him a blank look. "You did that to one of my hero journals."

"Shut up," he said. "Hey, I gotta talk to you about something after school."

"Okay. We can meet on the beach after you're done with detention." Kacchan had blown up at some bullies who were trying to taunt me about how long it took for my Quirk to develop and had ended up in detention because of it.

"Fuckin' detention," he sighed. "Meetcha there."

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School was boring, as usual. Because I had to study to increase my INT, I was already miles ahead of every class. My INT also meant that my memory was more or less eidetic, so I didn't have to worry about forgetting what it was. So long as I paid enough attention in class to know what was going on, I'd be free to let my mind wander to more exciting topics, like how I now had an air-controlling spirit for a minion. I'd figured out in Homeroom that I could communicate with Halitus telepathically, like he did, and used that to test the limits of what he could do throughout the next few periods without anybody asking me why I was muttering to the air... though to be fair I did mutter a lot, so they might have just dismissed it as "Deku being Deku."

I found out that Halitus could passively sense all of the air within his range. While he couldn't transfer the information directly to my mind, he could just tell me where everything was. He could also tell how the air was moving, allowing him to not only feel the wind, but air temperature and sound traveling through the air as well. I discreetly figured out that one MP was worth about one newton of force when it came to Halitus' air moving, so I unfortunately couldn't use it for sustained flight yet. After I was done figuring out what Halitus' limits, I went back to what I normally did during my classes, thinking about my skills. "Maybe I could do something to change Healing Hands," I thought. "If I try to reverse the flow, maybe I'll get some sort of life-draining skill. If I put more mana into it and change how fast it heals, that'll make a regen spell. Actually, could it be possible to change the effect from healing to some kind of buff? If I could make buffs that'd be so useful, plus I could try to do it in reverse to make debu-"

"Midoriya-kun, stop muttering!" my eighth-period teacher yelled at me.

"Ah, sorry!" I said. "I've gotta stop doing that," I thought. A few minutes later, the bell rang and I was finally free to go to the beach and work on my skills.

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I concentrated on my glowing hand as I hauled the tire over to the edge of the beach. The mana in it was primed to flow into the body of whoever I touched it with, giving them life energy. I felt that power, concentrated on it, then forced it to invert. Ping!

A skill has been created through special action! By reversing the effects of 'Healing Hands,' the skill 'Draining Hands has been created!

Draining Hands (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 50

The power of a greedy soul to take life force from a victim's body, converting it to mana.

50 HP drained, removes minor positive conditions.

Any HP drained by this skill is added to the user's MP. The user can choose to gain any effects removed by this skill.

I stared at the ominous purple glow that my hand had taken. It wasn't the best skill, what with the fact that it cost as much as it healed, but I was sure I could train it up so that it was better. "What's that, young Midoriya?" All Might asked. He was sitting on a folding chair in his civilian form nearby.

"I just made a life-draining skill from my healing skill," I told him. "I wanted to test out a hypothesis that I had. I guess now I could use this on myself to train my Healing Hands skill."

"Of course, that's a good idea. Just make sure to keep an eye on your HP and don't use it on others unless you have to."

"I wasn't planning on it," I said hastily. "I was, however, planning on seeing if I could make new skills from Healing Hands. I'm going to try to do something else that I thought of." I canceled the Draining Hands and switched back to Healing Hands. I let the mana build up and concentrate, then thought of something. "If I'm using this much mana, then I can properly stabilize it into projectile form, like with Mana Bolt. Having a ranged healing skill would be even better than a touched base one." I made a few modifications, then said, "Can I test out a skill on you? It shouldn't do any damage."

"Sure, but could you please be careful just in case?" I nodded, then shot a pulse of green light from my hand at All Might, causing him to glow slightly green for a second. Thankfully, he didn't appear to be hurt. Ping!

You have made a new skill. What will you name it?

"Regeneration," I said.

Regeneration (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 200

A skill that causes the target's body to heal itself over time.

Target regains 5 HP every second for 2 minutes.

Skill can be fired with a range of 10m with an additional 10 MP.

"It worked!" I shouted. Ping! I stopped working. "Huh?"

For creating multiple skills, you have received the title 'Skilled Gamer!'

"What's wrong, young Midoriya?" All Might asked.

"I just got a title. Hang on, let me see something." I opened my status screen. My title was still The Gamer, but now there was now an arrow on the box with my title, like when you can click on the box to bring up more options. I pressed the arrow, and it showed a box that had two titles: The Gamer and Skilled Gamer. "It seems like I can get new titles by doing certain things. I'm going to see if it has some sort of bonus or something." I Observed both of the titles.

The Gamer

The first title bestowed upon the one with the power of The Gamer. Has no special effects.

Skilled Gamer

The title given to a gamer who likes to make new skills.

15% bonus to skill experience.

"And?" All Might asked.

I equipped Skilled Gamer. "The title that I just got gives me more skill experience and my original title, which would be the default title, did nothing. I'll probably get more titles with different effects by doing significant enough things, which means that I could get even more skills."

"That's excellent, young Midoriya, but for now could you get back to work? It seems that that's all that that is for now, so you should continue with your training."

I picked the tire back up. "Of course!" I remembered the other skills that I wanted to make. I concentrated on Regeneration, but this time, instead of making the mana heal, I tried to make it reinforce the body. It clicked, and I applied it to myself. A blue light spread over my body and I felt the protection come over me.

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

"Defense Up."

Defense Up (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

A skill that uses mana to defend the target's body.

Reduces damage taken by 5% for 2 minutes.

Skill can be fired with a range of 10m with an additional 10 MP

I nodded to myself. "This will be useful. I should probably make other buffs to go with it." I concentrated.

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

Attack Up (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

A skill that uses mana to strengthen the target's offensive power.

Increases damage dealt by 5% for 2 minutes.

Skill can be fired with a range of 10m with an additional 10 MP

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

Speed Up (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

A skill that uses mana to increase the target's speed.

Increases movement and attack speed by 5% for 2 minutes.

Skill can be fired with a range of 10m with an additional 10 MP

Through the creation of multiple complex skills, your INT has increased by one!

I grinned. Even if it would be a drain on my mana to keep them all up simultaneously, the fact that I had them meant that I could increase my stats if I ever needed to, plus I could buff others. Not to mention, the fact that they had an alternate casting mode meant that they might have the potential to get more casting modes, which would be extra useful. "Still, even with these buffs, it might be good to also have debuffs just in case." Just like with Draining Hands, I inverted the mana effects to see if I could make them into debuffs.

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

Defense Down (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

A skill that uses mana to weaken the target's body.

Increases damage taken by 5% for 2 minutes.

Skill can be fired with a range of 10m with an additional 10 MP

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

Attack Down (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

You have made a new skill. What would you like to call it?

Speed Down (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 150

"I think I'm good on buffs and debuffs for the moment," I said. "What should I work on now?" Suddenly, the BGM changed to Kacchan's image song, followed by Kacchan greeting me.

"Sup, Deku! We gonna talk now?" he asked as he ran up to me.

"Ah, young Bakugou. Welcome back," All Might said.

"What did you need to talk about, Kacchan?" I asked. He grinned, then held up his hand. He made a small explosion, the fire of which somehow stayed after the explosion ended. The fire grew, then swirled down to the ground beside Kacchan, where it condensed into the form of a young girl. I gasped. "What?"

Kacchan grinned wider. "You remember what you said about how you felt like other people should be able to use mana and stuff? I just proved you fucking right!"

"Kacchan, that's amazing!" I exclaimed. "The implications of this... You might have just revolutionized everything!"

"I know I'm awesome, Deku, you don't need to tell me what I already know," Kacchan said smugly. Honestly, I think he was underselling what he did, if anything.

"Uh..." We both turned our heads to see the source of the noise. All Might was standing there, his mouth wide open and blood pouring out. I quickly walked over to him and used Healing Hands on him. "Thank you, young Midoriya. Young Bakugou, it seems that you've discovered that anyone can, with enough practice, use magic. This is something that I'm going to have to call in. You two don't have to worry about anything, though. For now, why don't the two of you get acquainted with your elemental powers?"

"Right," I said. I summoned Halitus to my side. "This is Halitus, as you know. What's her name?"

"Hello," the fire elemental said. "My name is Pyra. I'm pleased to meet you, Midoriya-san, Halitus-san." She gave a small curtsy.

"Greetings," Halitus said. "My name is Halitus."

Kacchan smirked. "Hey Deku, wanna have a spar using only elemental spells?" he asked.

"Sure, Kacchan," I said. We got on opposite ends of the part of the beach that we'd cleared away for sparring matches. "Let's begin," I said. Kacchan immediately lifted his hand up so that his palm faced me. An orangey glow began to come from his hand, and a ball of fire erupted from it and shot at me. I had Halitus block it with a small vacuum, causing it to snuff out mid-flight. "What was that?" I asked.

"How the fuck did I figure that out first?" he asked. "Use your affinity on your mana, dumbass!" I blinked, then slapped my forehead. Of course I could do that. I held my other hand at him and gathered air-charged mana. I shot a small ball of pressurized air at him, a popup telling me that I'd gotten the skill Air Shot. "Now you're getting it!" he yelled excitedly. He shot a volley of fireballs at me, which I dodged some of and had Halitus block the rest. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I got a notification from Sense Danger that reminded me that Kacchan also had an elemental. A fire elemental. And I just let him light a fire. I dodged out of the way of the lances of flame that shot at me from where the fireballs hit the ground. I needed to increase my speed, but I couldn't use Speed Up because it wasn't elemental. As I used an Air Shot to blow the fire back, I got an idea. I gathered some air mana and let it spread over my body, combining with it.

A skill has been created through a special action! Unifying the body with nature's power has created the skill 'Elemental Aura' to empower oneself with the elements!

Elemental Aura (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 100

The combining of one's body with elemental power grants abilities according to that element. Power changes as the caster's INT, WIS, skill level, and elemental affinity grow. Only possible for those attuned to the elements.

Additional 100 MP used per minute.

Air Aura: Increases movement speed by 30%, increases jump height by 15%, increases DEX by 10%, user can generate wind and expend more MP to increase wind generation.

I felt myself speed up as a green glow spread across my body. Unlike with Speed Up, the glow didn't stop after I cast the skill because it was still active. I charged toward Kacchan, a combination of my running and the wind I was generating creating a cloud of sand behind me that smothered and blocked the flames. I threw a punch at him before he could get the chance to cast any more spells. He caught my fist with one hand, then started laughing maniacally. "HAHAHAHAHA! That was a fucking good one, Izuku!" I blinked. Did he just use my real name? "Let me guess, you cloaked your body in air mana to give yourself some sort of elemental boost, huh?" He chuckled a bit, then his grin grew to a toothy smile. "Is this what it feels like to be proud of someone else? I'm gonna have to step up my fuckin' game if you keep pulling shit like this, you know? How 'bout I start..." as he said that, a fiery glow began to envelop his body, and I could feel sweltering heat from his hand. "WITH THIS!" With that, he threw my hand back and punched me in the chest, making me fly back farther than I'd have thought he could. While I was staggered, he darted forwards with a speed I could barely see, then started pummeling me when he got to me. I couldn't find any openings, but then I had an idea. I overcharged my Air Aura, causing it to explode in a burst of wind that sent Kacchan flying back.

A skill has been created through a special action! By overcharging the skill 'Elemental Aura' to the point of explosion, the skill 'Elemental Burst' has been created!

Elemental Burst (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 200

The power of the elements can be too much for one to handle in great enough amounts. This skill turns that weakness into a strength by generating a burst of elemental mana.

Elemental Burst is strengthened if used while Elemental Aura is active, but destroys Elemental Aura when used.

I dropped to the ground as Kacchan was sent flying. Air obviously wouldn't work on Kacchan's fire aura, so I needed to use something else. I concentrated on the sand beneath my fingers, feeling it interact with my mana.

Earth Affinity: 10

I grinned. Kacchan didn't specify that I had to use air magic, just elemental magic. I looked at my mana, seeing that it was still high enough for a fight. I cloaked myself in earth mana the same way I'd used Air Aura.

Earth Aura: Decreases damage taken by 30%, Increases damage dealt by 15%, increases VIT by 10%, user can generate shockwaves and expend more MP to increase shockwave force.

This time, the mana that enveloped me was brown and cream-colored, like desert camouflage. As soon as I was done, Kacchan came rushing at me again and threw a punch at me with a kiai. This time, I blocked it with my arm, causing him to wince as his fist met my hardened skin. I punched him in the gut in return, which knocked the wind out of him. I took a step forward as I backhanded him, the combination of the shockwave and the strike knocking him over. He did a move that looked almost like he was breakdancing when he hit the ground, except he generated a wave of fire with the sweeping movements as he got up. I stomped, sending up a wave of sand in front of me to block the fire. It gave me an idea, so I used earth mana to compress some of the sand into rocks, which gave me a popup that said that I got the skill Rock Throw. I shot the rocks at Kacchan so that he had to dodge them instead of charge at me again. As he dodged, I ran towards him. He saw me and smirked as he began to run towards me. When we met, we both punched each other in the face, knocking each other down. We groaned simultaneously. "Draw?" Kacchan asked.

"Draw," I agreed. I placed my hand on his chest and started to heal him. "Before you say anything about not needing it, I need to practice with Healing Hands with every opportunity to make it more powerful."

"That's fine," he said. He was quiet for a moment, then said, "I really am sorry, Izuku," without any of the usual prickliness in his voice. I was so startled at him using my real name that I almost shot him in the chest with a Mana Bolt.

I sat upright. "D-did you just use my real name, Kacchan?"

"'Course I did," he said. He didn't sit up, but just stared at me. "I'm trying to be serious. Yeah, I was trying to get you to give up on being a hero because I didn't want to see you get hurt, but that doesn't excuse how much of a fucking asshole I was about it!" He slammed his fist into the sand. "I just... I just got so angry when I thought about you getting hurt doin' shit like that, and I took it out on you. That was shitty of me, Izuku." He sighed. "I must be the fucking worst at being a hero."

"It's okay, Kacchan," I told him. "Yeah, it sucked, and yeah, nothing will change the fact that you did it, but at least now we can move forward and work on our problems together." I smiled at him. "Also, I'm pretty sure that the title of 'The Fucking Worst at Being a Hero' goes to Endeavor."

Kacchan cackled at that. "Fucking good one, De-Izuku. I needed to hear that."

"You can call me 'Deku' if you want to, Kacchan," I offered. "I don't mind. The name's actually kinda grown on me."

"Whatever you say, Deku." He got up and did a few stretches. "Now let's blow some of this junk up!" He punctuated his statement with a blast of his Quirk.

"Actually," I said as I got up, "I had an idea that I want to test out." I held out my hand and concentrated. If I could make a shield out of mana, then why couldn't I make a sword? The mana built up and solidified, forming a katana made of blue mana.

Bound Blade (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 50

Weaponry is certainly useful, but may not always be readily available. This skill allows the user to forge weapons from their own mana. This skill can only be used by those with excellent control over their mana.

Extra 50 MP used per minute per weapon.

Max number of weapons: 1

"Did you just make a sword out of mana, Deku?" Kacchan asked. "That's pretty fucking badass."

I nodded, then concentrated on the sword. "Maybe I could add elemental mana to it..." I muttered. I turned my Air Aura on, then made it extend to my sword.

Elemental Weaponry (Active) LV1 EXP 0.00% MP 50

The body is not the only thing that can be empowered by the elements. This skill allows the user to give the armaments they wield the power of the elements.

Additional 50 MP used per minute.

Air Aura: Increases cutting power by 30%, increases attack speed by 30%, allows user to generate wind from weapons as with Air Aura.

Earth Aura: Increases striking power by 30%, increases shock absorption by 30%, allows user to generate shockwaves from weapons as with Earth Aura.

I sped towards a nearby fridge and cut through it like it was made of butter. Two pop-ups told me that I'd gotten the skills Sword Mastery and Power Strike. "FUCK YEAH!" Kacchan yelled. "That's the sort of shit that makes me regret ever thinking you couldn't be a hero, Deku!"

I smiled. "Thanks, Kacchan. If you want, I could try teaching you some of my spells and see how good you are at them." The massive grin he gave was all I needed to know that he'd take me up on that offer.

xoxoxo

A/N: I feel like this might be obvious, but I really like element-based powers. To those of you who are wondering, the reason why Bakugou isn't being a total douche to Midoriya is because he didn't feel like Midoriya was lying about his Quirk. In canon, it was just dropped on him that Midoriya had a Quirk in the middle of Aizawa's test, no explanation. This time, he heard ahead of time that Midoriya found his Quirk and that he was a late bloomer, so he didn't feel as betrayed. That, and it's already been proven that Midoriya can bring out the best in others. *Pokes Todoroki and Iida in their cheeks.* Also, I tried to cut down on the amount of skill text there was, so I only put in text that I thought was necessary. Figured you guys didn't want to have to read all of that. And I didn't feel like it.

So yeah, that. Hope you all liked this chapter!

#The Gamer Hero Deku #Gamer Hero Deku #fanfiction #GDH CH5 #BNHA

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Paid By the Heart

Bakudeku, A!Bakugou/O!quirkless Midoriya. Growing up Midoriya was picked on and bullied, harassed by the other sexes. In desperation he turns to the only Alpha he knows, begging for help. They reach a deal for the little Omega to use the Alpha's scent to keep the other's at bay... but was that really a good idea? Intermingling their scents for years had a consequence that left them only one option.

The life of a quirkless person in their world was a sad one, but couple that with being a small Omega; double whammy. Ever since that fateful doctors visit informing his mother, he’d never have a quirk, Midoriya Izuku was shunned at school, even bullied for being a small, gangly nerd. He was easy pickings and there was nothing he could do about it.

By the time he’d hit middle school, life was a lonely existence for the young man. His solace was in books or chronicling the exploits of his favorite hero All Might. For outside of that little bubble, pain and frustration was the norm. If only he’d been born an Alpha or at least a Beta, maybe then he’d gain a small measure of respect, quirkless or not. But no, the universe decided, he was to be an Omega, the lowest of the ranks. Could things get any worse?

The answer was yes. When he wasn’t being bullied, he was being harassed. Horny teen Alpha’s really were a bane of his existence. This lot didn’t care who or what he was, only interested in the scent he gave off. At least going into heat was still a few years away, because that could lead to bigger problems.

Sometimes things got so bad in school, Midoriya would hide in teachers classes or the nurses room until finally one called his mother about it and she promptly put him on scent inhibitors. He’d been too embarrassed to tell her what was going on. At least now he gained a small reprieve, but that didn’t stop the bullying. What could he do?

Midoriya racked his brain to come up with a solution, including quitting school altogether. Not ideal, no, considering learning was one of the few things he actually did enjoy. That’s when he realized, if only he had someone to protect him. Like a bodyguard. But who would be willing to help a small omega? He didn’t have any real friends that were Alpha’s or at least bigger Omega’s. Though he did know one Alpha…

Nah, Bakugou would never willingly help him. Despite growing up around each other, once he was deemed quirkless, the boy shunned him completely. They were complete opposites in personality; him being shy and Bakugou a bastion of anger.

No one dared to mess with Bakugou Katsuki, least get an explosion to the face.

But desperate times, called for desperate measures and Midoriya was tired of the split lips, black eyes, or torn clothing. He didn’t want to be shoved and messed with anymore and the one Alpha, despite their rocky relationship, who didn’t pick on him physically, was Bakugou. So, one day after school and a particularly egregious fight, Midoriya waited at the foot of the staircase of their apartment building. He lived on one floor and the blonde Alpha lived on another. As he waited, thoughts of what he should say worked their way through this analytical mind.

The man wasn’t going to do this willingly, that was a given. Bakugou’s main focus in life has always been power. To get to the top someday as a hero like their idol All Might. Maybe that’s a potential answer, play to the man’s desire to protect. Frankly, Midoriya wasn’t sure if it would work, but he had an alternative. He’ll pay the man to be his bodyguard. Not that he could afford much, but if it took getting a part time job or something, it beat getting assaulted.

He stands up from the step the moment he smells the Alpha coming. ‘Breathe, Izuku, stay calm…’

“Outta my way nerd!”

Midoriya swallows hard, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “K-Kacchan, I need to talk to you— ask you a-about something.”

“The answer’s no.” The man starts to push past the smaller male. But Midoriya grabs his arm to stop him. He whips around, grabbing the hand on his arm and throwing it off. “Do you have a death wish?!”

“Please, Kacchan!” Midoriya grovels with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can’t take all the bullying anymore.”

Bakugou narrows his eyes. “Nothing I can help you with nerd, now get out of my way before I do hurt you.”

Midoriya drops to his knees with his head hung down. “Kacchan…” He looks up now with sullen eyes, sad and forlorn. “I-I—will you please protect me?!”

“Argh!!!” Bakugou growls. This stupid Omegas scent was filled with such desperation it was rattling his senses! “Deku what the fuck makes you think I’d help you?!”

His shoulders slump further. “I know you have no incentive to help me. I’m just a worthless quirkless Omega. But I’m desperate Kacchan. I have no one else to turn to and I’m willing to pay with whatever I can afford.”

“I don’t want your money idiot.”

“Please! I’ll do anything!”

Fuck!! No matter how much the little freckle-faced mouse irritated him, he could never lash out except with words. Bakugou knew exactly why the man was so desperate, saw him picked on by the other sexes. The fresh cut above the man’s eye and torn shirt was evidence enough, but laying a hand on Midoriya, he just couldn’t do it. Plus, he believed his mother would kill him.

“Ugh!” He groans and snaps. “Fine! But you are gonna pay somehow. You’ll cover my lunches at school for starters and… I don’t fucking know, but I’ll think of something. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, thank you Kacchan!” In his elation, Midoriya jumps onto and hugs the larger male, snuggling his face into the man’s neck.

A flush of heat colors Bakugou’s cheeks. “Oi! Oi!” He peels the man off. “Get the fuck off me nerd!” Too close! Too close! Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Midoriya’s earthy scent pleased his inner Alpha and in his happiness that scent exploded.

“S-Sorry, Sorry!” He bows and takes a step back. “Thank you, you saved my life Kacchan.”

“I still don’t know what the fuck you want.” He crosses his arms. “I ain’t just gonna beat people up for you unless I really need to.”

Midoriya’s eyes widen and he waves his hands, “no, I wouldn’t ask you to! I hope that just being around you, or,” his face heats up, “like your presence and scent on me will deter them. And eventually they’ll just stay away out of fear.”

Unlike a lot of the Alphas their age, Bakugou had no desire to engage in primally driven acts. In fact, those types pissed him off too. Just mindless idiots as far as he was concerned. He wasn’t about to let stupid mating instincts distract him from his goals. “So basically, a fake relationship?” His lack of giving a damn about such trivial matters made it easy for him not to care. “As long as I don’t gotta be affectionate and shit.”

“R-Right!” Just the thought of intimacy made Midoriya bloom red. “Yes, nothing like that. Just the illusion of being your property.”

“Ha! I kinda like the sound of that!” Bakugou finally smiles, though more like an evil smirk. “You’ll be my bitch from now on!”

And so that’s how it was for the next few years. Each morning before school, the Omega would swipe a bit of sweat off the Alpha and rubbed it on himself. With the man’s scent on him, all the other Alphas and bullies stayed clear. They never eluded to any relationship, barely even hung out together, but everyone was too afraid to question it. Midoriya quietly went through the school days and for the first time in a very long time, he could finally relax. Even though his life was still lonely.

Once they finished middle school, Bakugou moved on to the prestigious UA Academy for pro heroes in training, while Deku managed to get into their Support program. Turns out his passion for learning and analytics was a skill he could trade on. Since they’d be at the same school, they could keep up the same rouse. Not that Bakugou seemed to care. Though the trade off for his part of the deal had perks with the Omega still footing any request he made.

Things continued unabated for the first two years of high school and Bakugou didn’t pay attention to the subtle changes taking place. Midoriya still dutifully came for his scent every morning before class. The Omega continued to pay for his services. But he failed to notice a change in the Omega’s scent. Where once the smaller male reeked of sadness, now there were hints of elation. The man smiled brighter and even had a bounce to his step. Midoriya was blossoming in the Support program. He had friends to call his own and Bakugou couldn’t be more thrilled the guy wasn’t trying to hang around him anymore.

It wasn’t until the third year was halfway through when the changes became glaringly noticeable. Midoriya continued to pay, but gathering his scent had grown from sporadic to nonexistent. Perhaps he wasn’t in need of Bakugou’s help anymore? No one was bullying him, on the contrary, the Omega was a top student in his program who’d gained the respect of his peers.

Bakugou corners the man outside one day between the dorm buildings. “Oi, Deku, what’s the deal? You don’t need me anymore?” He refused to admit it bothered him to not be needed.

“What do you mean?”

“You keep paying me, but never come for my scent.”

“Oh… well, you see, now that I’ve found my place here, it’s, um, hurting my reputation that I smell like an Alpha. I still pay because I do appreciate everything you did for me Kaachan.”

“What the fuck? You getting all horny now, looking for action but nobody giving you that kind of attention?”

“What?! N-No!” He waves his hands desperate to wipe the statement away. “That’s not it, I’m not looking for that! I’m even on Heat blockers. It’s just, the Alpha’s they treat me differently. They’ll talk to me like they respect me but always at an arms distance and it’s frustrating. Even after a few months without your scent on me, they still keep a distance.”

It was driving Midoriya crazy! So, he started to question, what will happen when he does want to be courted by an Alpha?! What helped in his youth now backfired and the plans were blowing up in his face. The reputation of Bakugou having staked his claim years ago on the Omega would make finding a partner almost impossible unless he could find a way to distance himself. Who in their right mind would dare touch the Lord of Explosions chosen mate?!

“I hope once we graduate and go our separate ways, people will finally realize we’re not together.” Midoriya was sure that once the blonde settled into pro hero life, he’d start dating as well, and that’ll take the heat of his back.

“Tch, well I’m not a charity case, so stop paying me if you ain’t getting a benefit out of it. Guess that’s it.” Bakugou’s turns his back to the man and starts walking away. He tips two fingers, “see ya around nerd!”

Huh? Well that went easier than he’d expected it to. All this time avoiding the conversation only for Bakugou to have no real reaction. Guess this really was just a business transaction for the Alpha. Midoriya shrugs, so be it, and continues on his way.

Unfortunately, things weren’t all that it appeared to be for the Alpha. After walking away from the Omega, a dull pain centered in his chest making it a little hard to breathe. But not wanting to show weakness, Bakugou ignored it and continued to strut back to his dorm room. Perhaps he’d overexerted himself again in the gym.

It’s a pain that started a couple of months ago that came and went, that he equated as simply working too hard. His muscles are still adjusting to the heavy schoolwork on top of the skirmishes the students got pulled into. That had to be the answer, for what else could it be? But after a week of the pain not letting up, Bakugou finally relented and consulted the nurse.

“Well,” the nurse, Recovery Girl sits back on her stool. “Don’t know what to tell ya, cause they ain’t nothin physically wrong with you that I can find. But if you think it’s muscle related, ease up on your workouts and take magnesium supplements.”

“The fuck you sayin old hag?! I can’t stop exercising. My quirk demands a topnotch body!”

She shrugs her shoulders, used to the hotheaded Alpha by now. “Then just learn to live with the pain. It’s not uncommon from pro heroes to suffer from pain, especially those with strong quirks like you have. You’re kinda young, but with how hard you push yourself, it’s inevitable.”

“Argh!” Bakugou storms out of the room. Fucking useless old bat! Two months away from graduation and being told he’s already developing, what, an old person’s problem?! “Fucking hell!” This is bullshit!

He flies it out of the room so quickly, that when he rounds a corner in the hallway, runs smack into a body. “Get the fuck outta my way!!”

“Kacchan?! Oh my god, sorry I didn’t see you coming!”

The world stops cold. “Deku…” suddenly the pain in his chest lessens as the calming scent of the concerned Omega wraps around his body. Bakugou’s eyes flash wide. “Oh, fuck no!” Quick like a bolt of lightning, the Alpha races away leaving the shocked and confused Omega standing there alone calling after him. Bakugou grits his teeth as he beelines it back to his dorm room. ‘It’s just a coincidence!’

“What was that all about?” Midoriya mumbles under his breath. It was the first time he’s seen the Alpha look, scared? No way, the Omega dismisses the notion. Bakugou wasn’t afraid of anything. He must have just been surprised to see him.

He continues on to the lab where he’s close to finishing a new project. The Alpha, Shouto Todoroki, requested a better cooling material for his suit. The pro needed something that insulated the cold from his quirk for a longer lasting effect. That way Hellfire would also be more sustainable.

It was a major nod to the Omega considering the man was up and up against Bakugou in terms of power. Currently, they were the top two pro students and Alpha’s of UA. Plus, Todoroki was not only cute but the complete opposite of Bakugou in personality. He was always kind to the Omega. Not that anything was going on between them! But the minor attention was exactly what triggered him to back away from his old friend.

From that moment in the hallway on, every time Midoriya came into contact with Bakugou, the Alpha turned heel and avoided any interactions. He couldn’t lie that it didn’t hurt just a little. They’d never been the closest friends, but it was as if the blonde was angry with him and that bothered him because he couldn’t understand why? But he also wasn’t gutsy enough to question the man either. Did turning down his scent hurt Bakugou’s pride or ego? Frankly, that would not be surprising.

The day of their graduation was a whirlwind of activity. The stadium packed just like the Sport event; even a similar turn out. Family and friends were there to celebrate, pro’s and companies were there to recruit. First the Support class, then the General studies, and lastly the Heroes courses all went up and received their diplomas. After the ceremony, the students were sent to designated spots to meet with their families and friends first. From there they could venture around to see other people.

“Thanks mom,” Midoriya hugs the crying woman for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

“I’m just so proud of you son!”

A tap on his shoulder cuts into the tender moment. “Forgive me for intruding Mrs. Midoriya. My father would like to meet your son.”

The pair’s eyes widen as the Number One hero stood in front of them. He was such an imposing figure!

“N-Nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor!” Midoriya bows.

“My son tells me you were able to create a better suit for him.”

Midoriya looks to his friend then back to the man. “Yes, sir I did.”

“Good. Perhaps you’ll be very useful in the future.” Endeavor nods his head and simply walks away without another word.

“D-Did he just?!”

“My father would like me to bring you by the agency next week for an interview.”

“Oh, wow really?!”

“Yes,” Todoroki chuckles.

“I’ll leave you two to discuss things,” Mrs. Midoriya cuts in. “It was nice to meet you Todoroki.”

After the goodbyes, the two men continue discussing the interview. Things like what he should bring, how he should dress, and what time to arrive. Midoriya had assumed Endeavor contracted out support work, but it turns out they have in-house staff.

“There is one last thing I would like to discuss.” The Alpha takes hold of the Omegas hand. “You see I’ve grown quite fond of you,” he leans down, sniffing at the scent gland of the smaller males neck. “Your scent…” his voice grows soft like a purr, “I wish to court you properly Midoriya Izuku.”

“W-What?”

“WHAT!?!!”

The feral growl behind him causes Midoriya to flinch. Before he can register just what the hell was going on, he was pushed back and a second Alpha stood between him and Todoroki.

“K-Kacchan?!” He grabs the man’s arm. “Kacchan what are you doing?!”

But the larger male simply grabs hold of him and pushes him back again, all while staring down the other Alpha.

“This mouse is taken,” Bakugou growls low and narrows his eyes, challenging Todoroki.

Todoroki glares back unflinching. “You don’t care about him, only took his money for protection. That doesn’t make him yours Katsuki.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“You don’t,” the man grins. “Three years I watched from a distance. How he’d sneak into the dorms in the morning, pay for your lunch in the cafeteria, and for what? We could smell you on him yet not once did you two ever hang out with each other.”

“S-So what! That doesn’t mean I don’t care about him! I took the protector role to fucking protect him!”

Todoroki scoffs, “I bided my time and once the daily visits ended, I started making my move. Not once did you ever stop us because you ran away from him! Stupid fool, how dare you decide to claim him now!”

Bakugou lowers his head just slightly, fists clench, and tiny explosions going off in his palms. “Fucking icyhot bastard. You don’t know what I’m feeling. Think I don’t know I fucked up when I shoulda faced the music sooner.” He stares straight up. “But I do know now, Deku’s mine! Hear me?! Mine!! And I am not fucking giving up my mate to you or any other bastard!”

The blonde pulls Midoriya forward, hands gripped to his arms. “Tell him Deku! Tell him you’re mine!”

“But am I? You’ve never shown any interest in me before Kacchan. Todoroki has helped me so much and now because of him, I’ll be interviewing for Endeavors support staff. Yes, your scent protected me from bullies, but I thought it was always just a business transaction.”

“N-no!” Bakugou staggers back clutching to his chest as the pain swiftly doubles. This can’t be happening! “You can’t pick him over me Deku!” The sting of rejection was worse than a villain breaking every bone in his body. He cries out and drops to the ground in a fetal position as the pain rips through his chest and knocks the wind out of him. “Fuck it hurts!” It was too excruciating, so much so, his body was slipping out of consciousness in response.

“Kacchan?!” Midoriya falls to his knees too and grabs the man, shaking him. “Kacchan, what’s wrong with you?!” He felt helpless as the man’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Wow Katsuki… you really do love Midoriya.”

The Omega looks up at Todoroki. “How do you know that?!”

Todoroki points at Bakugou. “If an Alpha covets an Omega but is rebuffed, they are stricken with illness. It only happens when we truly love someone.”

“S-So if I turn you down, you’ll get sick too?!” Why is this whole love stuff so cruel?! This was not what he’d expected to happen! Tears gather in his eyes. “That wasn’t part of the plan. I-I just wanted to know what he really thought about me.”

“Fret not,” Todoroki smiles at him. “You’re cute, but I’m not in love with you. But now that you have your answer, my role is done. I’ll see you at the interview next week,” he winks and walks away to find his girlfriend.

“O-Okay, thank you Todoroki!” Midoriya turns back to the comatose man by his side and continues shaking him. “Kacchan! Please wake up! I’m here! I’m not going anywhere! Just wake up!”

A small crowd gathered around them, but he didn’t care, too concerned with Bakugou’s condition. Had he known an Alpha could suffer like this, he never would have attempted this little rouse. Todoroki was the one who suggested it, but neither of them could have known the blonde had fallen so deeply in love.

With the help of Bakugou’s teacher, Shota Aizawa and another staff member who came on the scene, they take the unconscious Alpha to the infirmary. They place him on one of the beds where Recover Girl checks him over. The man was out cold, but his vitals were steady.

Midoriya takes a seat by the bedside, clutching to his friends hand. It’s been an hour since they’d arrived and according to the nurse, it was now a waiting game. “Please,” the Omega squeezes the Alpha’s hand, “come back to me Kacchan…” He closes his eyes to rest them, laying his head against the man’s arm. He was so emotionally exhausted from the ordeal of the day, but he’s not moving until the man wakes up. Six years and never once he allowed himself to hope, until now.

“Mmmm,” Midoriya stirs at the feeling of fingers treading softly through his hair. “That feels so nice,” he purrs to the familiar scent of burnt sugar he’d come to know so well. It wrapped around, calming, calling the Omega out of his dream.

Wait! Burnt sugar?! He pops up immediately, “Kacchan?!” Scrambling onto the bed and swaddling the Alpha. “I was so worried,” Midoriya buries his face in the man’s neck. “Why didn’t you just tell me?!” He sniffles.

Bakugou wraps his arms around the man, leaning his head against his and relishing in the contented tones exuding from the Omega’s scent. “I’m up now, so stop crying Deku.” He sighs, “and I didn’t tell you cause I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Yes,” he lifts Midoriya’s face, fixing his eyes in a stare, “I am. All because I didn’t want to admit I was weak for you.”

“So, you really mean it? That you want me to be your mate even though I’m quirkless?”

“Did I fucking stutter? But guess what Deku?”

“What?”

The Alpha kisses him roughly, nipping his lip before pulling away, “I’m claiming my final payment.”

“Oh!” Midoriya giggles, “what’s the payment?”

“You.”

~~~XX~~~

Just because they finally figured things out, didn’t mean either of them wanted to rush into a relationship. It was simply satisfying to know they wanted to be with each other. And for that reason, Midoriya continued to use heat blockers as a birth control, just like he’d done for the last several years.

The Omega respected the fact Bakugou focused on having a good career in the pro hero world. His ambitions to reach the top given a whole new incentive in order to provide for a family one day. But the Alpha was proud of his betrothed’s advances as well. After high school, the up and coming Support technician proved his worth for the Endeavor agency while he himself worked as a side kick to the head man himself.

Bakugou dreamed of one day owning his own agency, but until then, he pushed himself hard under the constant tutelage of the number one hero. They were both paid well at their jobs, and continued to maintain separate homes… for now. The blondes excuse being he would court Midoriya properly this time around.

Except when it came to sex. That part of their relationship was consummated two nights after graduation. In a protected knotting, they marked each other and staked their claims for all to see. Bakugou had been pleasantly surprised to find the shy, docile man was quite rambunctious in bed. But contrary to popular belief, it was closer to a vanilla encounter.

Both of them had been too excited and also nervous being a first time for either of them. Having been Midoriya’s protector for so long, the Alpha was almost terrified of hurting the smaller Omega and it took gentle coaxing to allay those fears. But in the end they’d been left satisfied and fully affirmed in their decision to spend the rest of their lives together.

Once the workload kicked in, any free time they had were spent together at one or the others apartment. Bakugou would take Midoriya out on dates, to dinners, movies, or anywhere the man fancied though it was rarely a lavish affair. The Omega preferred the quieter moments such as lounging on the couch and cuddling during a movie.

This went on for two years as the Alpha slowly built up a savings. He knew it would be several years before he could buy a bigger house, but soon enough he was ready to afford a 2 bedroom apartment in a nice area of town. So, he made up an excuse to stay with Midoriya while he moved into the new place, furnished, and prepared it to accept a mate.

“Perfect!” The blonde stands with his hands on his hips admiring his handiwork. Everything his Omega will need was purchased and set up in what will be their new nest. He’d spared no expense on a top of the line, plush, memory foam bedding. Extra blankets, pillows, you name it, Bakugou bought it. And last but not least, he scented all the fabrics with his musk. All that remained was surprising Midoriya.

He timed the reveal for the last week of the month, explaining his apartment was ready again and he wanted Midoriya to see the changes.

“Where are we going? This isn’t the direction of your place.”

“It’s the direction to my new place.”

“Kacchan, you moved apartments without telling me?”

He kisses the back of the Omegas hand, “well a surprise isn’t a surprise if I told you about it.”

When the elevator opens, Bakugou leads him to one of the apartments. He opens the door and gestures for the man to enter. “Welcome to your new home Izuku.”

“Huh? My, but I have an apartment…” the Omega gasps when he turns and finds his Alpha on one knee. “K-Kacchan,” his hands fly up in shock and face lights up.

“It’s time to officially cash in my payment chip,” the blonde grins, holding up a ring. “Izuku Midoriya, will you be my life mate?”

Moisture instantly builds in the Omegas eyes, “yes! Yes!” His hands shaky as the Alpha slips the ring onto his finger.

Bakugou gets to his feet and kisses the man slow and steady. He takes Midoriya’s hand. “There’s one thing I really wanna show you, then we’ll go pack up your apartment.”

“Oh my goodness!” The omega squeals at the site of his beautiful new nest and throws himself onto his Alpha, hugging and kissing the man. “Kacchan, you spoil me!”

“You deserve to be spoiled,” he smiles back. “Test it out.”

Midoriya dives onto the bed and bundles the blankets to his nose. It smelled like Bakugou! He closes his eyes with a moan, taking it all in and burying his face into the fabric. The Alpha laughs at how childlike his mate was behaving, but that was Midoriya for you. Just a ray of sunshine who wore his emotions on his sleeve.

While the Omega relishes in his new surroundings, Bakugou just stands back in admiration. To the outside world the pro Alpha hero was a temperamental hothead who took shit from no one. But those in the know, knew Midoriya had him wrapped around his finger.

The Omega never took advantage or made it feel like an obligation. Bakugou just came to realize he could be himself with the man. No keeping secrets or holding back. Their long history delving back almost two decades meant Midoriya knew him well and he Midoriya. This little mouse could calm him down without his Omega pheromones. But boy does those scents drive him wild too!

Just picturing his freckle faced cherub cuddled in his arms with a child between them sent a delectable shiver racing straight to his groin. Bakugou chuckles in his head, probably why the man was smart enough to stay on the birth control, because he knew without it they’d have already started a family before they were ready.

“Join me— Kacchan!” Hands reach out, beckoning him to the bed.

The Alpha grins and plops down close, pulling the Omega to him. He kisses Midoriya’s forehead. “I take it you’re happy?”

“Of course!” The man nestles deeper into his Alphas arms, resting his head against his chest. “But I’d be happy anywhere as long as I have you with me.”

Bakugou relishes in the euphoric scent his mate was giving off. It made his inner Alpha preen with pride. “Never in my life have I wanted a family more than I do in this moment. And I don’t care if they have quirks, are quirkless, as long as they’re healthy, and they’re ours.”

“Mmm, our own family…” child Midoriya’s dreams could never have predicted the life he ended up with. “Sometimes I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“Did I ever tell you thank you for pulling that stunt at graduation?”

Midoriya sits up, hesitant, his scent immediately registering anxiety. “No.” Why is he bringing that up now?

But Bakugou counters with calming Alpha pheromones as he pulls his mate back into his arms. “I still can’t stand the smug bastard, but I’m glad icyhot helped you help me get outta my own head or I wouldn’t have this life.”

“You had me so panicked Kacchan! I thought I’d killed you or something.”

“Pfft, I’m tougher then that.” He kisses Midoriya’s forehead, sweeping his thumb lovingly over and caressing the Omega’s cheek with a grin, “but I think in the end I really got the better part of the deal.”

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