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dancingbabya-notes · 1 year

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Little engineer

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You can call me cringe all you want you're the one reading this I just wrote it. and If I'm cringe for having an imagination blame the system

anyway Kirishima x oc (no I did not spell that word wrong)

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I was used to every day being an adventure especially when you attend UA, but when a red-haired boy burst into my classroom, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Is Midoriya-san in this classroom?” the boy gasps looking over the classroom

“What do you need her for?” Sensei asks turning his attention to the other student.

“Her brother is in the infirmary; it was really serious this time.”

“Go, your make up work will be on your desk,” sensei states shooing me away.

I quickly scramble to get to the door and follow the red-haired boy taking a quick bow before scurrying out the door. Running after him I found that it wasn’t all that crowded, but we almost slipped when Present Mic sensei told us to stop running in the halls.

“Yes sir,” we both nodded as we instead fast-walked to the infirmary.

At the door my hand seems to stop just before the handle, my body froze in place staying behind the tallboy. He seemed to notice quickly and turned to look at me.

“Why? Why does he keep getting hurt?” I feel the familiar sting of tears as my voice cracks.

He just stands there and soon the hot tears are sliding down like a waterfall from my eyes.

He chuckles awkwardly. “Only a Midoriya can cry like that.”

“How did he get hurt?” I mumble through the tears.

“Bakugou well he was being too rough and…” he pauses. “That is a very scary look on your face Midoriya.”

I huff wiping the tears from my eyes. “Oh really, I wouldn’t know. Kacchan has been a pain in the ass for a long time now.”

“What?”

“He’s done nothing but pick on us for our entire lives, Izuku wasn’t unable to use his quirk until recently and he always teased him for being quirkless. But his attitude was what boils my blood the most.”

“Woah come on I’m sure that Midoriya is awake. Wait no, I haven’t asked but what is your first name?”

“Hisako, just call me that from now on.”

“Well, he’s in there.”

With a small nod I walk into the infirmary, my brother was lying in a bed covered in bandages.

“Oh, Midoriya-san. I think your brother is going to need help on the way home today,” Recovery girl smiles sweetly to me.

I send her a smile and bow slightly. “Um, I’m sorry that he troubles you so often.”

“I’m the school nurse that’s my job,” she shrugs.

“Not as much as you see him, please let me know the next time he’s in here,” I ask.

She sends a small nod. “Could I trouble you and Kirishima to mind the office for a moment? I need to go grab some things; I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“I don’t mind, Aizawa sensei canceled the rest of class so everyone could rest,” the red-haired boy replies.

I nod as well and wave a little bit as she walks away. Taking slow steps toward the bed and just by my brother’s face when he makes eye contact with me, I know that my face doesn’t have the happiest expression.

“Hisako, there’s steam coming out of your mouth,” Izuku points out as I frown more.

I huff. “Oh really, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because my idiot twin brother has possibly broken his limbs again for whatever reason, I will never know.”

“I didn’t mean to get hurt, I’m just not used to my quirk yet,” he whimpers.

My vision is clouded. “Why couldn’t you have dad’s quirk or mom’s quirk or gotten it sooner? You basically get hurt every day, I don’t know if I should be surprised when you end up in the infirmary or the hospital.”

Kirishima awkwardly stands by the door.

“Hisako, please stop crying. You’re gonna flood the infirmary,” he pleads.

Taking a moment to calm down I sit down on the ground by the bed. My jaw ached as I clenched it shut, but I almost screamed when I was off the ground.

“We are going to wait in the hall for Recovery Girl to return,” Kirishima sighs as he walks out the door.

I look up at him confused as he keeps walking. “We’re not waiting by the door, are we?”

“I just watched you cry twice, and the second time was enough to almost flood the room.”

Shaking my head, I try to break free of his arms.

“Don’t do that or you’re gonna fall.”

“You expect me to sit in your arms?”

An all too familiar voice interrupts. “Hisako when did you stop wearing shorts under your uniform?” Asks the ash-blond about to walk out the door.

I cover my face. “That is the last question that I have ever expected you to ask, Kacchan.”

“I only noticed cause your shorts were always longer than your skirts.”

“Are you sexually harassing this girl, Bakugou?” a new voice interrupts [our conversation].

“She’s Deku’s damn sister,” Kacchan frowns.

Kirishima puts me on my feet and holds me steady. “I thought while we wait for Midoriya to recover a little bit she could sit in the classroom with us.”

“I’m going home, those two idiots should go home too,” Kacchan scoffs as he walks away.

Not paying him any mind as he walks away. “He’s right. I should go and collect my work and my bag.”

“Wait, you’re Midoriya’s sister?”

“Yes, last time I checked?”

“You look so much like him.”

“We are twins.”

“What’s he like at home?”

“Normal, what am I supposed to say?”

“How about we all sit in the classroom instead of making her stand out here,” Kirishima suggests pushing into the classroom gently.

The others comply and I find myself sitting at a desk surrounded by people.

“I have become a spectacle indeed,” I mumble shaking my head a little bit.

“You have really long hair,” someone points out.

“If I cut it my hair curls as much as Izuku’s,” I sigh.

When can I get ready to leave?

“Did you know about his quirk before we started high school?” the boy who had asked Kacchan if he was harassing me asks, he had blond hair and a little black mark in it.

I shake my head. “No, I didn’t know.”

“What is your quirk by the way?” Kirishima asks.

I raise a brow. “Hmm, I can breathe fire. So far, it’s only a red flame and a blue flame, it comes in handy when I’m working. And I can attract objects to me kind of like telekinesis if you want to call it.”

“So that’s why Midoriya was worried when smoke was coming out of your mouth,” Kirishima nods.

I shake my head. “No, I have a bad habit of literally blowing off steam when I’m angry.”

“She gets angry too often if you ask me,” Kacchan hisses as he throws a bag at me.

“Thanks, cranky pants,” I stick out my tongue.

Fixing my backpack, I look over at Kirishima. “By the way, I forgot to thank you, Kirishima.”

“Not a problem,” he laughs a bit sitting down.

“I have a vague idea of who everyone is, Izuku’s hero tracking notes always have really good pictures inside it. Mine can’t exactly match his but I gave him one on my class,” I chuckle a little. “From whom I can see Aoyama-san, Yaoyorozu-san, Uraraka- san, and Iida-san are here. And Denki is the one who asked if Kacchan was harassing me.”

“I wasn’t harassing you, usually you wear your damn shorts under your skirts,” Kacchan rolls his eyes.

“How would you know that Bakugou?” Kirishima asks.

He huffs. “She climbs trees too often, why do you have to be the one to get the cat anyway?”

“Because you might blow it up,” I shake my head putting the bag on the ground.

“What do you have in there?” Yaoyorozu asks.

I feel my cheeks heat up. “Um projects in progress. I’m trying to transfer to the support class because at first, I was trying to get into the hero course. Since I got placed in general studies, I thought I’d ask for a transfer after the sports festival.”

“You’re still making support items?”

“You act like we haven’t known each other for years.” I roll my eyes.

Placing the bag down I open it to look inside. “Damnit,” Pulling the smashed box out I frown. “No matter how many times I tell you not to throw my things you do it anyway.”

“Not my problem,” he waves off.

I frown at the broken contraption and sigh. “I made stuff for Izuku, but he never uses my support items.”

“What kind have you made?” Yaoyorozu asks looking at the box in my hand.

“In general, or for Izuku?” I ask looking down.

“You mainly make stuff for that damn Deku,” Kacchan hisses.

I raise a brow. “I made you plenty of things, but you find a way to blow everything up. You know how hard it is for someone to just get things that are nitroglycerine proof?”

“What have you made for Bakugou?”

“Can I tell em?” I mumble as he glares. “Well, I’m going to say it anyway. Sometimes Kacchan gets sensory overload, so I made glasses to first block his vision. The glasses had a sensor that read the rate in his heart to see if it’s irregular. One time I made him gloves to store some of the sweat from his gloves when we were in elementary school. He blew them up because he didn’t think to empty them. I made a mask to protect other’s when my fire breath was out of control, he got it caught in his backpack and you know what happened to that.”

“Wow.” Someone nods.

“We knew Bakugou was explosive, but we didn’t realize it was to that extent,” Kirishima laughs.

I take a glance at the time on my phone. “Could I have my brother’s bag if we get home too late my mother will worry?”

“That’s right,” Kirishima grabs my brother’s bag and walks toward the door. “Come on. I can help you two home.”

Raising a brow, I follow after and notice the second bag in his hand. “This isn’t going to cause an inconvenience is it?”

“No of course not,” he laughs.

I can feel Kacchan glaring daggers into my back. Walking slowly to the infirmary I find that my face sours as we get there.

“Hisa, what’s wrong?” Izuku frowns,

“Nothing don’t worry about it,” I roll my eyes as he sits up.

“Don’t make faces like that Hisako, he didn’t mean to get hurt like that,” Kirishima adds as he ruffles my hair.

This makes the buns in my hair loosen and I cover my face as the sections of hair roll out. The top part of my hair was significantly shorter than the bottom half so it curled like Izuku’s, I would put in the buns to keep from letting anyone see it.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen, I’m sorry.” Kirishima apologizes trying to look at my face through my hands.

“Let’s just get started going home,” I sigh as I shake my head.

Izuku wasn’t aware at first why Kirishima was with me, but when his legs refused his weight it became clear.

“Wait, we can wait a little bit longer before going home I don’t wanna bother Kirishima-kun,” brother mutters.

I roll my eyes. “I told mom that we are having a friend come by, also she texted me a little bit ago worried about why we aren’t back yet.”

“That settles that,” Kirishima grins. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

The only way I could explain the walk home was very embarrassing, to avoid any odd looks we walked all the way home. Once at the door I had to figure out where my bag was since I was the one holding everyone’s bags, I almost cried as I opened the door.

“You’re back, um welcome thank you for taking care of my kids,” mom smiles as Kirishima walks in with Izuku on his back.

“Not a problem ma’am, Midoriya is taking care of me more than I am him,” Kirishima smiles able to take off his shoes quickly.

“Izu got hurt during training, I don’t know what happened. That’s really all I know,” I sigh placing my shoes on the rack.

Mom pulls me into a small hug. “How was school?”

I place the bags down gently and slowly produce the small device from earlier. “Kacchan broke it again, how am I supposed to return something that he keeps breaking?!”

“You can fix it again, can’t you?” she asks a bit worried.

“Yeah, but I hate asking for money to buy the parts,” I grumble as we walk to Izuku’s room.

“You can help him in there, he has crutches for this exact reason,” I mumble.

Kirishima nods and puts my very quiet brother down. “It’s like a fanboy paradise in here.”

I shake my head and walk to my room about to close the door I almost jump when a hand stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“I was curious about what your room looked like,” he states.

“Let me change then you can invade my workshop,” I grumble trying to close the door.

Surprisingly he lets go of the door and I shut it locking it as I turn to look at the mess of old projects. Thanks to the slowly increasing time that Izuku was spending in hospitals or the infirmary I found that it was harder to keep up with all the things piling on my desk. Removing the school uniform, I pull a shirt and pair of shorts on, hoping to train a little bit before dinner.

Opening the door, I look around to see if he waited by the door, not finding the smiling red head I walk to Izuku’s room. “Hey, you can look now, it’s nothing special.”

“Sweet, I’ve been pretty curious about what you two were like since I met Midoriya,” Kirishima smiles.

“Don’t see why, we’re normal people like everyone else,” I mutter.

Izuku looks down then back up at me. “Hey, what happened after you left the infirmary?”

“We went to your classroom, Kacchan was looking up my skirt and then everyone asked questions. Nothing different from normal, this is the first time that we’ve been in separate classes,” I point out leaning on the doorway.

He seems to take a double take before asking. “Kacchan looked up your skirt?”

“Your classmate thought I was too teary eyed to walk on my own, Kacchan asked why I didn’t have my shorts like usual,” I sigh. “I’m going back to my room.”

Walking into the room I notice that the male was carefully inspecting the things on my desk.

“You know, you can touch the stuff. It won’t break easily, I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to that,” I state.

“Well I mean I was just looking; it wouldn’t be very right for me to touch your things without permission,” he nods.

Walking the room, I take a seat on my bed and raise a brow. “So, do you know how to get home from here, or do you need help?”

“Well it wouldn’t very heroic of me to lie, I am at a complete loss when it comes to getting home from here.” He admits rubbing the back of his hair.

I pick up my phone and quickly press the contact at the top. I wait a few rings before hearing a click.

“What the hell do you want you damn nerd? I told you to lose my number a long time ago,” hisses the voice on the other side.

I frown. “Kacchan, Kirishima is at our house and doesn’t know how to get back you think you could help me direct him in the right direction.”

He’s quiet, Kirishima raises a brow.

“You remember how to get to my house?”

“Duh, your mom invited me to make cookies with my mom later this week,” I roll my eyes getting off the bed and waving my hand for Kirsihima to follow.

“Then why didn’t you bring that Damn shitty hair here?” he growls.

I pout. “I’m on my way now. Not like you came to visit much since you moved.”

“I’m not visiting you fucking nerds.”

With that the phone hangs up and I look back at the tall boy.

“I’ll take you to Kacchan’s house and he can help you from there.” I smile.

Walking toward the front door I see mom making dinner, and it seems like the movement toward the door is an indication for her to pay attention to us.

“Where are you going?” she asks not bothering with any fluff.

“I’m taking Kirishima to Kacchan’s house, so he can help him home,” I mumble looking at her. “I hardly go out as much as Izuku, I barely know how to get anywhere other than the second-hand parts store.”

She frowns. “It’s the first time that you brought a friend over I thought that he could have dinner.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” I turn to him.

“As long as I’m not being a burden,” he smiles.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit, just wait a little bit longer,” she smiles.

I lead Kirishima back to Izuku’s room and frown. “I’m sorry. I hope we aren’t bothering you or anything.”

“What happened Hisa?”

“Kirsihima’s staying for dinner.”

“It’s really alright, I’ll just stay at Bakugou’s house if it gets too late.” Kirishima suggests.

I look at my phone and sigh. “Speaking of which I should text him so he doesn’t wait outside, hopefully we can get you home before Kacchan goes to sleep.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kacchan goes to sleep early, he gets up before the sun for training usually. And in turn he sleeps really early, he’s also not one for getting up late,” I sigh.

“How did you know that?” Kirishima’s confused voice reaches my ears as I start to type.

“He and I dated for a little bit,” I state as I send the text.

Izuku looks at me blankly. “Wait when did that happen?”

“A little bit during middle school,” I reply as a message flashes on screen. “Remember that small window of time where Kacchan left you alone, I was why.”

“How come you broke up?”

“He’s more like an overprotective brother, more so than you,” I sigh.

Taking a seat at the desk I frown.

“I feel like I learned something that I shouldn’t, or would have been better off not knowing,” Kirishima leans against the door.

“I would have told Izu, but I was sworn to secrecy and forgot after for a little bit,” I explain.

Both boys look at me. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Kid’s dinner’s ready,” Mom’s voice catches us off guard.

Izu is helped to the table by Kirishima and I follow after. My phone starts to ring at the table and mom sends me a pointed look.

“Hisa don’t you dare answer that,” she orders.

I nod and we start to eat, mom made curry. This was supposed to be my day to cook, but with coming home late and having to entertain a guest, I had forgotten. Kirishima was respectful the entire time. Walking him to Kacchan’s house lead to my ear almost being blown off.

“Why the hell would you wait so long to bring him over here?”

“Mom made him stay for dinner, sorry that I can’t get mad at my mom like you do yours,” I push the looming blond away from me.

“Come on you two you got along at one point, there is no point in waking up the entire neighborhood for something like this. Just let’s get ready to go,” Kirishima states.

“You’re spending the night, the old hag won’t let me walk to the station this late,” Kacchan huffs.

I nod at the both of them and start walking back.

“Wait we can’t let her walk back on her own,” Kirsihima calls as I take a small glance back.

Pulling out a candy in my pocket I eat it and look back to the two. Blowing a large flame in Kacchan’s direction I begin on my way back to the house.

“She can handle herself,” Kacchan spits as I round the corner, and continue to walk.

Classes were going alright, I got approved for the transfer and I was in the support course in the next year. I was to keep producing support items for as many people as would ask. Sadly, since I wasn’t very well displayed during the sports festival no one knew about me. Sitting in the workshop after classes one day I fixed the mask carefully.

“Hey Hisako,” A cheery voice startles me, and I look back to the male.

“Oh, hi Kirshima,” I nod as I fix the last screw.

“What are you working on?”

“Just a few adjustments and it should be finished,” I smile.

I hand the mask over to him and wait for him to put it on. Raising a careful brow, he puts it on, with the mask on it didn’t look like much had changed.

“What is it supposed to do?” he asks as a sonic wave booms out.

“I asked Present mic from one of his old support items, I made it lighter and the feedback lower. It can help with other’s with similar quirks as him,” I sit up a bit straighter. “I haven’t really been able to make anything for anyone else since no one has asked me for anything.”

He looks at the mask before taking it off and nods. “Would you be able to make it smaller? I know someone who would benefit from it greatly.”

Looking at the mask I nod and turn off the power before I quickly pull the small pieces apart and lay it on the table. “Smaller, I can try to do that. Anything else?”

“How about kind of softer,” he adds.

“I’ll work on it.”

With this task I finished by the end of the week. I texted Kirishima that it was finished. When he came to the workshop, he brought someone else with him.

“Hello, my name is Midoriya Hisako,” I introduce to the tall person.

He’s silent.

“She made something for you. Midoriya told me a bit about your quirk Koji. Hisako, his sister was toying with one of Present Mic’s old support items and made it lighter and smaller,” Kirishima states as he presents my Frankenstein.

He looks to me then back at Kirishima.

“You can take it if you like, not many people have asked me to make anything for them. If it helps that’s all I really hope for. If not just return it,” I shrug as I slide off my chair and start sifting through my box.

I pull the small box that Kacchan had destroyed and pull the pieces apart to account for what needed to be replaced and what could be fixed. I heard footsteps leave, assuming that both had left I pull my cellphone out of my pocket and press play.

“What are you working on now?” Kirishima’s voice makes me jump.

Placing a hand on the table to stabilize myself and switch off the pull I chuckle. “I broke something a long time ago, but Kacchan keeps breaking it so I’ve never been able to return it. It was my dad’s, but he hasn’t been around.”

Kirishima seems to take a seat next to me as I sort through the pieces and place the ones that need a replacement to the side. It wasn’t long before he tapped my shoulder.

“We gotta leave soon.”

“Right,” I pull the contraption back together and put it back before grabbing my backpack.

“Want me to walk you to the station?”

“I’m a big girl I can handle myself, I appreciate the offer though,” I pull the strap on my bag tight as I walk to my locker.

After changing my shoes, I feel a hand on my waist.

“Where you are going?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“Just wondering a cutie like you walking around so late in the evening,”

I considered the consequences for blowing fire into his face. “I’m headed for a date with my boyfriend.”

“I don’t see anyone that fits that bill, maybe I could be a stand in.”

Pointing to the redhaired male that is walking for the gate I try to break his grip and walk over.

“Looks like he’s leaving without you,”

“Kiri!” I call to the male.

My face is pulled with discomfort and before I have time to react Kirishima walks over and pulls me from the boy’s grip effortlessly.

“I’m a third-year, you can’t do that,”

“She looked rather uncomfortable,”

Kirishima keeps me to his side and I nod a little bit.

“She’s not worth my time anyway. I don’t chase after girls already with someone.” Huffs the male as he walks away.

Kirishima looks back at me and raises a brow. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know, but I owe you one,” I let go of the breath I had been holding tightening my bag.

“I’m gonna walk you home, that way we can make sure that you get there.”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you again. I can walk home on my own,”

He sends me a pointed look before he follows. Once at the train station I considered sending him away, but he was already following me. On the train car it was a little bit crowded, to try and combat that I squished myself to a corner. An odd jolt made it hard to stand, Kirishima was there to brace my stance.

“You didn’t have to,” I point out.

“I did though.”

The rest of the ride was quiet

#kirishima x oc #this will never be finished #a's drafts #bnha x oc

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kewltie · 3 years

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thinking of bkdk in their late 40s when all their friends have already settled down with a family, izuku muses a lil forlornly how he would like to have someone to come home and katsuki just stares him dead in the eyes and says, "marry me then. i wont let you be lonely in that empty apartment."

the thing is bkdk are super successful heroes, they're the ranking no.1 and 2 and everyone knows their name but because izuku put so much effort into his career he never give himself the chance to meet someone and fall in love because the next things he know he's already 48 yrs old and still very single. as soon as he got right out of UA he had put himself right to work and hasn't truly stop since so izuku feels like he misses out on his youth, the flutter of first love, and now he feels like it's too late to grasp that chance again because he's too old to be stumbling around at love BUT here is katsuki suddenly telling izuku to marry him as though that would solve everything, solve izuku's worries and fears that he'll never experience love the way his friends had or knows what it feels to come home to a waiting arms that will comfort him after a hard day at work.

izuku first tries to laugh it off because katsuki cant be serious right?? but katsuki doesn't crack a single smile. "Do i look like im the type to joke about this kind shit to you?" he asks, voice steady and true. it is then that izuku realizes katsuki had meant every word he said.

but izuku still cant wrap his head around why would katsuki want to marry him of all things?? it is because they're both bachelor and wretchedly alone standing at the very top of their career where nobody can touch or hope to nobody can understand them like they do to each other?? izuku thinks that's a very dry reason to marry someone for the sake of convenience and not love at all because even though he'd devoted all his time to saving the world and helping ppl and HE'S OLD NOW but he still earnestly yearn to fall in love the ways all his friends had.

"If you needed company, we don't have to marry each other. I'm here for you always, you know that," izuku offers instead. "We're partners."

katsuki is silent briefly, then, he says, "You think i want to marry because you're convenience?"

Izuku blinks. "is that not it?"

"No," he says, all grave and serious, and for a moment izuku is breathless with realization.

"Oh," izuku replies, looking down at the table like it has all the answer in the world. "how long?"

"Since our third year at UA."

izuku jerks his head up, eyes wide with shock.

"what—I, wait, you can't mean that right?" he shakes his head as he flounders for the right words. they're both almost hitting their 50s now, so if it started in their third year then it would be 30 years of katsuki waiting for him, of pining over izuku and all that time was lost because of it.

katsuki press his lips into a thin line. "I have never lie to you."

"I—I'm not—" izuku flushes, because this wasn't anything he had plan for. who would anyway? no one would ever believe that katsuki has been in love with him for almost 30 years and izuku only found out about it now. even though katsuki has revealed the secret he has been hiding for 3 decades, izuku has no answer for him. he didn't notice katsuki's feelings for this long not because he chose to willfully ignore it but because he has never thought of katsuki in that light and that is the sad truth of it all. katsuki must have realizes that too because he doesn't press for more from izuku.

"i'm sorry," izuku says, mind racing to come up with a proper reply to katsuki's feelings because he deserves that much. "it's not you—"

Katsuki scowls. "shut the fuck up, don't even start that with me."

izuku quickly shuts his mouth, floundering for another reply that with save both of their feelings.

"Six months," katsuki says instead, eyes firm and never once dull since izuku has known him. "give me six months to convince you and if it doesn't work out we can get divorce then."

"you still want to marry me?!" izuku asks in disbelief. "shouldn't we like date first at least? isn't that how normal relationship work?!"

katsuki roll his eyes. "we co-own an agency, you have your toothbrush at my house, and we spent 18hrs out of 24 together almost everyday. our friends joke about us being a married to each other as much as to our work, we're each other's first emergency contact if something were to happen," he continues, straightforward like he's listing their grocery for today, "and i cant ever imagine wanting anyone more than i ever want you."

throughout this strange turn in their conversation, izuku realizes not once has he ever heard katsuki said he loves him but the way katsuki had revealed his unwavering devotion that lasts 3 decades and the dry, bluntness in which he spoken of wanting izuku, it's heavy. this hefty thing that katsuki has carried with him for nearly 3 decades, and in those years what izuku thought katsuki was just disinterest in any romantic connection because not once had izuku seen him look at another person, but it's because he has eyes only for izuku and nobody else.

izuku should have known never to expect anything less then 120% with katsuki because if there's anything that means something to katsuki, he would give it all and then some. it's humbling really, to be loved so fiercely and with such devotion that 3 decades is worth every second of it but izuku doesn't know if he's worth it especially when he's hesitant about his own murky feelings. he loves katsuki undoubtedly. they're partners in more way then one, but he doesn't know if he can love katsuki the way he deserves to be love in return, to return that same level of intensity.

"and what if the six months went by and there's nothing show for it?" izuku mumbles, hands clasp together under the table. i dont want to ruin this friendship of ours, he doesn't say. "what if you get bored with me and realized this isn't something you want now. what happen then?"

"you're stuck with me for life even if we get a divorce. i won't let you ever get rid of me either way," katsuki says, lips twitching with the slightest hint of amusement. "and if you're worry about me getting bored of you, don't. i fucking wont." It’s firm, assured, and completely sincere.

izuku thinks anybody with a half a brain at all would see this admirable man right in front of them with his unwavering affection and devotion that he had nurtured for 3 decades would be half way in love already, but izuku neither race or skip a beat; it remains dull and unmoved. maybe he's really too old to love like this. maybe, it's not that he's too busy to ever search for it like everyone else but because he has all the love for everyone but none ever hold a special place in his heart. for all of katsuki's sharp edges, his feelings burn ever so brightly while izuku has since been numb to his own emotions. to give too much to the world, to his job that he has never let himself fall freely and unconditionally. it's terrifying.

"what if i hurt you instead?" he says, quiet and severe. "what if in the end i couldn't return what you've given me?"

katsuki doesn't answer right away. the air around them tenses, threatening to suffocate them in the waiting silence. then a hand grab his and draws it toward katsuki's chest. "don't fucking underestimate me, idiot. i can and will make you fall in love with me in 6 months. 6 months is more than enough to make you realize what a fucking dumbass you have been the entire time for not taking notice of me while i have been looking at you for almost half of our life," he says with the cocky assurance that propelled him to the no. 2 position and beyond.

for the first time since this exchange had started and taken a strange, strange turn that left him his world shaken to its core, izuku's heart feels lighten. He stifles a giggle. "i still think we should date at least. marriage is maybe jumping the gun a little too soon."

"No." Katsuki's eyes narrow, and he squeezes izuku's hand firmly. "i'm not giving you any chance to escape from this. we can do all the dumb dating things you could ever want but we're getting marry first."

izuku tries to draw his hand back but katsuki remains undeterred. "Kacchan, please," he says. half begging for his hand back and half pleading against his insane idea. who in their right mind would ever marry first then date each other?! That's just not how it work! yet, katsuki is an unmovable fortress against increasing izuku's distress.

"deku," he says, thumb running across izuku's knuckles in a soothing circle, "give me this chance. let me prove it to you that i can do it. take this leap of faith with me and i won't disappoint you. trust me with your heart like you trust me with your life and i promise i will keep it safe."

izuku draws out a long, lingering breath that leaves his head heady with a dawning realization. "o-okay," he finally acquiesces, shaken with the knowledge that his heart suddenly doesn't feel safe at all for the first time in a long time in the hands of the man in front of him. bakugou katsuki is dangerous, but to the tender beat of his heart.

Katsuki's lips stretch upward into a small, precious smile that rarely see the light of day, leaving izuku breathless just for a moment. "we'll go get the marriage license tomorrow."

"tomorrow?!" izuku shrieks.

maybe he has been wrong all along, maybe you're never too old fall in love and experience it for the first time and that sometimes the things that matter the most to you are always worth the wait even if take 3 decades and katsuki always been more patient then people give him credits for.

#bakudeku #not!fic

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datninjalyfe · 3 years

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Sick Day

“Good morning, Kacchan!” Izuku said, as he had every morning. “I brought you coffee!”

“Tch.” came Katsuki’s response, just as he had every morning, snatching the coffee cup out of Izuku’s hand, sipping on it.

Since graduating from U.A., Katsuki had an amazing job, working as a sidekick for an amazing Pro-Hero agency that came with a much higher pay than he had expected. After debating whether to just go Pro, he thought on it long and hard, finally deciding that perhaps it was better to take this job—he could take it as a learning opportunity, to fight villains, kicking some serious ass and (most importantly) being away from—

“Kacchan, you work here, too?!”

No. Katsuki thought to himself, looking up at the sky, praying to something he didn’t believe in. No, please, don’t do this to me. But, sure enough, when Katsuki turned around, he came face to face with Izuku.

This morning was no different than the others: Katsuki walked to the elevator, listening to Izuku ramble on about the police report that was no doubt already sitting on his desk. After a few months, Katsuki realized that he didn’t even have to read it because Izuku would often give him the synopsis, sometimes detailed with sound effects and a rambling commentary. And because they were spotted together so often, they were portrayed as a duo.

And Katsuki hated it.

“W-w-when I grow up,” a boy told them once on one of their patrols. “I want to work at your agency!” and Izuku bashfully told the boy how honored he would be to accept him at his agency when he finally got one. He asked Katsuki for his autograph, but Katsuki grew increasingly angry when one of the kids commented that they were his favorite duo. “He’s a kid, Kacchan, calm down.”

It was hard to deny it, even for Katsuki: they were a duo.

And Katsuki hated it.

No matter how hard Katsuki tried he could get rid of Izuku, who even walked him home after work, with a quick, “Bye, Kacchan! See you tomorrow!”

“Whatever, nerd.” Katsuki would say before heading inside.

One day, though, Izuku wasn’t at the agency. Katsuki entered the building, completely uninterrupted from the entrance to the elevators. Before pushing the button, he took a look around, waiting to see if Izuku was still in the lobby before calling the elevator. It was surprisingly quiet in the lobby without Izuku’s voice grating in his ear. Just before heading up, he poked his head out one last time before deciding to go ahead up.

Maybe he’s actually in the office, he thought to himself, but Izuku wasn’t there either. Katsuki was able to walk to his desk to find that the report was sitting there. It took some time to get through it by himself, without a summary already prepared for him.

“Kacchan?” someone said, and Katsuki’s ear perked up at hearing his hero name called. But when it was a measly agency intern, he became incredibly disgruntled.

“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked, the words growling through his teeth.

“Deku isn’t here today. You okay to do your patrol alone?”

Strange, Katsuki thought. Deku would never miss a day of work… “Is he okay?”

“Dunno, I don’t ask the questions, only give out the orders.”

Katsuki did the patrol alone. It was so much quieter like the office had been. Katsuki made it around his area of the city, making sure that he kept an eye out for the perpetrator that was on his desk this morning. Time ticked slowly by and when lunch finally came, he decided to text the nerd: You alive?

The response wasn’t automatic, but it said: I think I came down with something.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but quickly finished his lunch before he continued through the city to finish his patrol.

“Where’s Mr. Deku?” he heard a little voice ask behind him. A tiny, scrawny little boy stood in front of him. “You’re Mr. Kacchan, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Katsuki said. He rolled his eyes slightly when the kid looked like he was going to cry.

“You two are a duo, right?” a woman asked. The thought of that made Katsuki’s blood boil. But before he could open his mouth to correct her, the woman knelt down to the boy and said, “Go on, give it to him.”

The boy pulled out an envelope from his backpack and handed it over to Katsuki. Katsuki took it, reading “To My Favorite Heroes” on the back.

“Please make sure that Mr. Deku sees it too, please, Mr. Kacchan, sir.” the boy pleaded. “It’s for both of you!”

The two of them bowed respectfully as Katsuki mumbled, “Sure thing, kid.” Giving the boy a pat on the head, he continued past them. When the two were out of sight, he took a snapshot of it and sent it to Izuku: Kid gave this to me and said there’s something in it for the both of us. If it’s money, it’s mine.

What is it?! the reply read.

Katsuki opened the envelope and was almost surprised. It was a piece of art with a clipping of a newspaper attached to it. Katsuki looked at the artwork first, clearly done by the boy. A green stick figure carrying something—a person, maybe? And an orange stick figure carrying perhaps another person. The two were running from a brick building that was caught on fire.

Despite the artwork not being too detailed, Katsuki remembered this incident: a villain had been terrorizing the city and an entire building engulfed in flames.

“Worry about the villain if you see him, otherwise, the people in this building are our first priority!” Katsuki barely heard their supervisor yell. He and Izuku were leagues ahead, the building bursting on one side with flames. The sounds of people screaming were heard over the roar of the explosion. Katsuki vividly remembered people jumping out of windows from the higher stories, trying to avoid being burned to death. It was hard to look away as their heads splattered against the pavement, killing them instantly.

“Kacchan, the boy!” Katsuki heard Izuku yell as they approached. A woman had jumped out of a window, holding onto a little boy in her arms. She accidentally let go of him and he screamed out, putting his arms above his head.

“I got him!” Katsuki yelled back, jumping up off the ground and grabbing him, Katsuki gave himself a slight blast back up into the air and once both feet were firmly planted on the ground, he looked at the tiny boy, checking for any injuries. He couldn’t see any, despite the outpour of tears flowing from his eyes. Reminds me of fucking Deku.

“I’m scared.” the boy said, shaking in Katsuki’s arms, holding on to him tightly.

“Don’t be.” Izuku told him, landing next to Katsuki with the woman safely in his arms. She too had tears in her eyes and clung to Izuku tightly before placing her feet on the ground. Izuku smiled at the boy in Katsuki’s arms. “You’re with Kacchan. He’s the greatest hero in the world. He’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but told the boy, “We got you, kid.” and he patted the boy on the head.

After looking at the drawing, Katsuki turned his attention to the newspaper clipping—an article that had captured the incident. In the picture, Katsuki was walking away from the burning building, clearly yelling something at Izuku, who just smiled behind him. But the boy that was in Katsuki’s arms, had buried his head in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Some words were circled in the article and Katsuki read: “The young boy, Ryo, was rescued by Sidekicks Kacchan and Deku—both graduated top of their class from the esteemed school of U.A. They not only made sure everyone was safe, but also took down the person responsible for terrorizing the city. These two won’t be sidekicks for long.”

As he was stuffing both the drawing and the news article back in the envelope, he noticed something else at the bottom: a memory chip card. God, I haven’t seen one of these in years. he thought, pulling it out and looking at it. Deku will probably want to know what’s on it too.

He felt his phone vibrate in his costume and he looked at it to see that he had several unread texts. WELL?! What is it? What was in the envelope? The suspense is killing me! Was it money?

Katsuki waited until he got back to the agency to respond and when he did, Izuku said: Did you watch the memory card?

Katsuki: No. I have no way to watch whatever’s on it.

Izuku: I do! Come by my place, we’ll watch it together.

Katsuki: Did you forget that you’re sick?

Dumb Deku, Katsuki thought, smirking to himself.

Izuku: I’ve been on antibiotics for 24 hours, now. If you’re really that worried about, wear a mask and social distance.

Curious to know what was on the memory card, Katsuki agreed to come over. When he returned to the agency, he filed a report (about the entire nothingness of what had happened during his patrol that day) and changed out of his costume. Izuku had sent him an address, and Katsuki placed headphones in before heading to Izuku’s.

Izuku lived relatively close to the agency, but it was quite a few blocks away. Katsuki passed a convenience store and decided to at least pick up some kind of soup, but grew angry at the owner when he offered to give Katsuki the soup for free. “Just take my fucking money!” he yelled, throwing the bills at the man who bowed before him, thanking him for saving his store from robbers before. “And I don’t want any fucking change!” he yelled as he left.

When he made it to the address Izuku provided, Katsuki had to double check he was in the right place. He was caught off guard by the large skyscraper that towered before him. Clouds faded Katsuki’s view of the top; the beaming light of the sun reflected off each window. It was strange that Katsuki had become totally speechless, especially over a piece of architecture, but the person he was here for—there was no way Izuku could afford to live here, even if he made as much as Katsuki.

“Mr. Bakugou?” someone said. Katsuki’s head snapped to see a smiling doorman, who opened the door for him, bowing as he told him, “Mr. Midoriya is in Number 1203. Elevators are to your left.” Katsuki blinked for a moment but followed his directions, not saying a word as he took a step into the lobby. Did Deku tell him I was coming? He figured as much as he entered the elevator, riding it up to the twelfth floor.

The elevator moved quickly. The beeps of each floor echoed against the silver, reflective metal walls. He put his hand to his breast pocket, making sure that the envelope was still there and exhaled a slow sigh of relief when he felt the memory card. He would’ve been so angry if he had forgotten it back at the agency.

He heard the ding of the twelfth floor. Realizing he didn’t even know what kind of soup Izuku liked, he wondered if he should give it to him at all. He stood in front of the door that read Midoriya 12-03. He watched his hand move and before he could stop himself, he knocked loudly on the door.

“Kacchan!” Izuku said as he opened the door.

Is he actually sick? He looks totally fine! He expected Izuku’s hair to be crazier than usual, expected his complexion to be blueish pale, expected him to be crawling he was so sick. But rather, he was totally alert, his hair still it’s normal curly mess, his lightly tanned complexion still splattered with freckles like someone had taken a paintbrush and flicked them onto his face. The only indication that he was sick was a bright red nose, rubbed raw. “Is that for me?” he asked, pointing to the bad Katsuki was holding.

“Tch.” Katsuki stepped inside, kicking off his shoes by the door, shoving the bag of food at Izuku. “Thought you were sick.” Izuku caught the bag and scrambled to pick up his shoes.

Izuku’s apartment was incredibly large, especially for just one person. He walked down a hallway that led to a small, almost improvised kitchenette that connected to a large living room. The only thing separating the two was an island that looked as though it didn’t belong—like someone had placed it there. The apartment looked so Westernized in comparison to Katsuki’s more traditional Japanese apartment. The windows in this room encased the entire corner of the apartment, stretching from floor to ceiling. Light streaked into the room, casting shadows against the small coffee table that was in front of Izuku. A curved television faced a long leather couch that Izuku had propped himself on. But it was the view of the city, outside the apartment, next to the river that Katsuki found the most beautiful.

“I’m still not feeling great, but I should be back at work tomorrow.” he said. Izuku followed Katsuki’s gaze outside and said, “Those are quirkless windows. They are meant to not break, despite whatever quirk might be thrown at them.” Katsuki could hear the strain of Izuku’s throat as he chuckled. “Could probably handle your quirk too.”

Katsuki thought about throwing an explosion, to see if the window really could handle it. But looking out at the city beneath him, he thought against it. “I’ve used my quirk enough today.” he lied, walking away from the window, closer to the couch where Izuku was laying down.

“I can’t believe I missed Ryo! I was just thinking about that mission the other day.”

“You remembered his name?” Fucking nerd.

“It was our first missions as sidekicks after graduation. I wanted to remember it.” Izuku responded. “Sorry, I just took a round of antibiotics, I’m a little woozy.”

“How the hell can you afford this place? It’s—,” Katsuki stopped himself before saying the word beautiful, but it really was. Instead, Katsuki sat down on next to Izuku, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out the memory card.

“I used to date the person who owned it, but when we broke up, I kept the apartment.” Izuku told him.

“Were they American?” Katsuki asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them.

Izuku chuckled. “Yeah, uh—,” Izuku took a moment before saying, “Yeah, he was American.”

Katsuki felt the heat of his quirk rage through his body momentarily, but breathed slowly to control it. The fuck? “Oh?”

“Oh?” Izuku repeated.

“I mean, yeah, it’s just—,” Katsuki shook his head. “Hard to see anyone wanting to date you.”

“Be nice, Kacchan.” Izuku faked a cough and said, “I’m sick.”

“Shut the hell up, Deku.” Katsuki grunted, ignoring the stupid grin spread across Izuku’s face. “Do you have the memory card reader set up so we can watch this thing or what?”

Izuku blinked for moment, a little confused and then said, “Oh! Yeah, there’s an old laptop in the bedroom.” Katsuki awkwardly paused. His…bedroom? “Second door on the left.”

Katsuki felt a little strange entering Izuku’s bedroom, but did so nonetheless. A large bed took up most of the room with two large bookshelves on either side. Neither one contained any books, but had decorative pieces, most of which Katsuki recognized from their heroic acts together. Sitting upon a small table in the corner opposite of where Katsuki stood was the laptop and as Katsuki went to grab it, he noticed a picture that was framed on Izuku’s wall: it was from graduation and Izuku and few of their classmates posed cutely for the picture.

Ugh, his damn smile, he thought, and rolling his eyes, he scooped up the laptop. When he had walked out of the bedroom and back to where Izuku was sitting, he found Izuku propped up, wrapped like a burrito in an All Might blanket. “What are you doing, nerd?”

“I’m cold.” Izuku told him, sniffling.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come. You’re gonna get me sick.”

“The doctor said I could still patrol as long as I took it easy—,”

“Deku.” Katsuki said sharply. “For fuck’s sake, just stay the hell in bed. I’ll let everyone know what’s going on.”

“Can we at least watch what’s on the memory card?” Izuku pleaded.

Katsuki sighed heavily. “Set it up yourself, I’m fucking starving.” He paused, briefly for a moment before asking, “What’s your favorite kind of soup, Deku?”

Izuku looked up at him, those bright green eyes wide in shock. His cheeks turned slightly pink and he said, “Oh, um, I’m sure that whatever you picked up is fine, Kacchan.”

Why is he flustered? “Just answer the question, Deku.”

“Really, I’ll eat whatever.” but when Katsuki glared down at him, Izuku answered, “Ramen,” at last, before adding a quick, “Thanks, Kacchan.” Their eyes didn’t leave each other. Katsuki cursed himself, but couldn’t look away. There was something so nostalgic, not just with Izuku, but in general about his eyes. They were so wide, rarely blinking as they just held the gaze.

It was a few seconds too long for Katsuki’s liking and he was the one who looked away. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the envelope. “Here’s everything the boy gave me.” Katsuki was careful not to look back at Izuku as he handed it over. “I’ll go make you some fucking ramen.”

True to his word, Katsuki got everything started, but not without the occasional shouts of—“Where the hell is a pot?” “Wait here it—no fuck, that’s for the rice cooker.” “DEKU, DO YOU OWN A FUCKING POT?!” “Do you have any bowls?” “This kitchen is so tiny and irrevocably unorganized!”

But the soup was made and Izuku was already sitting down, back to being wrapped in the blanket, waiting patiently at the table that laid out on the floor. “I connected the laptop to the TV, so we can see what’s actually on it in 4K!”

Fucking nerd. “Here’s your damn soup.” He placed the bowl in front of Izuku and sat down next to him, slurping down his own bowl of ramen in a few gulps.

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock as he took a few sips of the broth. “Wow, I almost forgot how good of a cook you were!”

“Tch.” Katsuki said, but looked away as Izuku started the video.

Katsuki taken back to that moment, back to the memory of when the building—it already collapsed, the rumble had muffled out most of the flames. The video clip came from a local news station and reporters had surrounded the young boy—Deku said his name was Ryo?—who was talking frantically, making sure to not leave out any details including sound effects: “—and then, Mr. Kacchan caught me midair and then BOOM WA-BAM! and then we were on the ground and then—!”

Behind the boy was a loud explosion from Katsuki, the camera zooming in over the boys loud yells of, “MR. KACCHAN, GET HIM!” Katsuki and Izuku had jumped up in the air to avoid the villain’s attacks. The boy then stepped in front of the camera to say, “See? SEE?! Mr. Kacchan is the greatest hero in the world!” Ryo had repeated the words Katsuki remembered Izuku telling him.

With another jump in the air, Katsuki came down hard on the villain, and with a loud roar, he ignited the sweat on his hands to ensure the villain would never get back up.

“Your quirk is amazing, Kacchan.” Izuku told him softly.

What’s with him? Before Katsuki could open his mouth to ask, Izuku stood up and awkwardly pushed the blanket off of his shoulders. His chest was completely bare. Katsuki quickly shook his head in confusion, almost a shiver, but couldn’t peel his eyes away. Katsuki had known Izuku all his life, but he couldn’t deny that Izuku was a man now, his features completely honed, his body sinew and muscled.

“Lights, dim.” Izuku commanded and the lights in the apartment started to fade.

“Lights—do what?” Katsuki asked, but even in the darkened room, Katsuki could see the outline of his thighs, but quickly darted his eyes upwards to the scars that outlined painful memories. Izuku reached a hand out and gently touched Katsuki’s face with calloused fingers, lifting Katsuki’s chin with a thumb that brushed over his lips, his green eyes locked on to Katsuki’s.

“Use it on me.” Izuku whispered. His green eyes were soft, but his voice was desperate.

“Use what on you, Deku?”

Before Katsuki got an answer, the darkened vines of black whip escaped from Izuku, wrapping themselves around Katsuki’s waist and pushing him up against the window. Katsuki braced for the impact, assuming that when he hit the window, he’d go flying through it, but didn’t shatter or even so much as crack. Katsuki’s hands immediately ignited, but Izuku bound his hands together and the explosions were slightly muffled. “DEKU, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

Izuku’s mouth crashed into his. Katsuki could taste his hunger, feel his eagerness. Slanting his lips, his tongue prodded Katsuki’s mouth open, demanding more. The kiss was hard and unyielding, but Katsuki didn’t try to stop it. What’s wrong with me?

Anger sizzled through him as Izuku grabbed the back of Katsuki’s head, pulling him closer with one hand, curling his fingers around the thickness of his hair. His other hand caressed underneath Katsuki’s shirt, rampantly touching down the sides of his torso, along the Katsuki’s abdomen. A moan escaped from Katsuki as he imagined Izuku’s naked body underneath of his own, drunk on the thought of his voice screaming out cries of passion as Katsuki thrust himself deeply inside of Izuku.

“Kacchan.” Izuku whispered on his lips, allowing for Katsuki to finally take a breath, peeling away from his fantasy. The tensile strength of One-for-All’s black whip still had him against the window. Katsuki’s hands sparked instantly, trying to get Izuku’s black whip off of him, but it was no use—Katsuki let out a few minor explosions, but black whip just held him tighter.

It was too fast for Katsuki and once he had his breath, he told Izuku, “Deku, if you don’t let me down right this fucking second—,” but black whip tightened itself around him. Izuku’s breath smelled of the soup he’d made earlier.

“The safe word is stop—,”

“Deku.” Katsuki said, very firmly. “Stop.”

He felt Izuku gently unwind the binds from Katsuki and returned to Izuku. “I just—,” Izuku started as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki, his hands locking at the small of Katsuki’s back. Izuku buried his head into Katsuki’s chest.

“We shouldn’t—,” Katsuki started to say, but he was too confused. His heart was racing and he pulled away from Izuku, staring down at him intently. He didn’t know what else to say other than a quiet, “Deku.” The air in the room grew hazy as the gap between them closed. Katsuki’s lips flattened in self-deprecation, but he closed his eyes and waited for Izuku to kiss him once more.

But the kiss never came. “Kacchan,” Katsuki heard Izuku whisper, Katsuki felt the tip of Izuku’s nose trace his jaw and placed a light kiss on his temple. “Can I confess something to you?” Katsuki could feel his warmth of his mouth, his lips touching his ear with each word. “Kacchan.”

“Deku, we’ve—we’re—I don’t understand—,” Katsuki said, frustratingly trying to grapple for words. “We can’t. We shouldn’t—,”

“I want to feel you, Kacchan. I have been touched in so long.”

Katsuki shook his head and moved Izuku out of his way. He was leaving this apartment, leaving the agency, leaving Izuku for good.

And then he heard Izuku laugh. A maniacal sound that Katsuki had never heard before from Izuku. “Kacchan, you have to hate by now. I’ve been annoying you for weeks.” Katsuki could feel the hum of Izuku’s chest throughout his entire body as Izuku spoke the words, almost in a whisper, “On purpose.”

Katsuki felt his blood boil. Heat, so wild and hot and impatient, ran through his veins. He could feel his quirk beat through his body. Sweat dripped down his forehead, feeling flushed in the chill air of the apartment. Izuku was doing that shit on purpose?

Katsuki balefully laughed, throwing his head back, the menacing sounds echoing Izuku’s laugh. “Shit, Deku.” he said. “You almost made me forget who I was there for a second.” He opened his hands, exposing the sweat he had accumulated in the few minutes of his confusion. His hands ignited, a small explosion at first to ensure that the apartment could really handle his quirk. And sure enough, true to Izuku’s word, the room remained unscathed, but Izuku’s had jumped backwards into the pile of smoke Katsuki had made. “I don’t need a fucking safe word.” Katsuki told him, playfully smirking, licking his teeth.

“Then I won’t stop.”

Dammit, Deku, what are you doing to me? As the smoke in the room started to clear, Izuku pulled his pants off and threw them onto the floor. Katsuki couldn’t peel his eyes away from Izuku’s naked body. Even before Izuku could touch him, Katsuki’s brain became electrified, drunk on the thought of Izuku’s naked body rubbing against his own. Don’t do this, the rational part of his brain tried to convince him, but it was hard to deny that how truly beautiful Izuku was. Seeing him like this, after all these years—

“I’m going to fucking love riding you.” When Katsuki had realized he’d said that aloud, Izuku grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in, moaning as their lips fervently found each other. Katsuki’s heart flickered briefly at the sounds of Izuku’s sighs of pleasure and Katsuki couldn’t pull off his shirt fast enough. Izuku’s tongue was wickedly possessive, probing itself inside of Katsuki’s mouth again. The explored each other, Katsuki’s hands kneaded Izuku’s bare skin. He pulled his shirt off, and growling loudly, his mouth found Izuku’s, and he bit down hard on Izuku’s lower lip. Izuku let out a small cry, then a giggle and Katsuki smiled, feeling the excitement of his quirk pop through his hands against Izuku’s body. Izuku’s hands were so persuasive, his eyes were so deeply green, like a forest during a heavy storm. There was something so erotic in them as their bodies molded together and Katsuki couldn’t stop. It felt like liquid fire had swept through his blood, pounding through his head. Katsuki’s body throbbed for Izuku deeply—it ached for him, needing him, hurting to feel Izuku’s touch.

“Suck me.” Izuku begged and Katsuki obeyed, kissing down his neck, sucking on his skin, and his wet mouth messily bearing down on Izuku’s nipples. Izuku pulled on Katsuki’s hair and the base of his neck, forcing Katsuki down to his knees. He was weak, complete able to let go. Izuku grabbed the back on his head, gently pushing it forward. Katsuki’s nose crinkled up as Izuku’s cock touched the back of his throat. Warm saliva dripped out of Katsuki’s mouth and onto his chest as he moved up and down Izuku. He felt it grow even harder in mouth, choking each time it was thrust down his throat. He felt Izuku’s nails dig into his shoulder with one hand and with the other, Izuku pushed on Katsuki’s head, his cock being pushed further in Katsuki. Each thrust was harder than the last and occasionally, he’d look up at Izuku, who’s head was thrown backwards, back arching, screaming out inaudible squeals of pleasure. Katsuki jerked himself, spitting into his hand whenever Izuku let him breathe for a moment before plummeting back into his mouth.

“Let me fuck you.” Katsuki said, more of an instruction than a question.

“Make me.” Izuku tempted.

Smirking, Katsuki heated his hands and let out a few tiny pops on the sides of Izuku’s body, nothing more than a slight shock.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried out at the small pops and he was knocked onto the floor. Katsuki wanted him so badly and knowing that Izuku was now vulnerable to him, so irresistible.

Katsuki gestured his head for Izuku to roll over, and pushed his legs. Izuku rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his hips up into the air. Katsuki could say nothing, not daring to breathe as he looked at Izuku on all fours, his asshole completely exposed, totally vulnerable and submissive in every way.

“Tell me you want it.” Katsuki whispered in Izuku’s ear, biting down on the lobe. He was so hard now, pulling Izuku’s waist towards his hard cock. He further pulled apart Izuku’s cheeks, kicking his legs open with his knee. He looked at how tight Izuku’s asshole was, how beautiful his green pubic hairs looked against his pale, freckled skin. Katsuki spit into his hand, and jerked himself until his hand was easily sliding down the shaft. Katsuki’s hand ignited and he brought it down on Izuku’s ass, leaving a dark, red mark behind. “Tell me you fucking want me.” Katsuki begged.

Izuku turned and looked at Katsuki. Once again, for the second time that evening, their eyes locked. There was a hunger in this look, a thirst for more. It was incredibly—

—primitive. “I want you, Kacchan.”

This is what he truly wanted—all of Izuku, exploring the intimate regions of Izuku’s body with his own, the feeling of when they joined together. And when Izuku had said those words, Katsuki plummeted into him, thick and heavy. Katsuki was completely seduced, giving into the deep need in his soul. It was so warm, the feeling Izuku’s ass encasing itself around his dick. There was no pause, no second for either of them to catch their breaths as Katsuki drove deeper into him. He grabbed the back of Izuku’s hair and hoisted him upwards, nearly forcing Izuku to sit in his lap. Their bodies writhed in pleasure as Izuku pushed back against Katsuki’s dick each time it was driven into him. He released Izuku from his grip, hearing a loud exhale as Izuku crashed back down onto his hands. He heard Izuku spit into his hands and reach underneath, gently messaging Katsuki’s balls. Katsuki groaned, feeling the tender touch of Izuku squeezing him, rubbing him.

“Fuck me…please, yes, just like that.” Izuku moaned. Katsuki needed this. Katsuki needed this so, so badly. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, allowing Izuku’s tight asshole to eat his cock. He listened to the delicious noises it made, the wet clapping sounds of Izuku’s ass bouncing against his pelvis. It was intoxicating, hearing the sounds of Izuku between cries of “More, please, more!” He spread Izuku’s ass cheeks, thrusting himself deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until the entirety of the world started to blur together.

“Kacchan, I’m—fuck, I’m coming!” Izuku cried out.

“Shit, m-me too—Deku—!” Katsuki nudged himself one last time as hard as he possibly could, grabbing Izuku’s hips until he sprayed milky, hot cum into Izuku.

The two collapsed onto the floor next to each other. They didn’t speak and Katsuki’s mind raced for moment, but managed to silence his loud thoughts of trying to reconcile with what just happened. Instead, he decided that it did happen and after several minutes, he managed to at least roll over to face Izuku. Izuku’s eyes slowly blinking closed, but he was smiling—a soft, familiar look crept across Izuku’s face. Katsuki reached out, his hand cupping Izuku’s cheek, rubbing his thumb along Izuku’s jaw.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice trembled.

“Deku.” Katsuki said in between loud breaths.

“Do you hate me?”

Katsuki chuckled, but answered honestly. “No, Deku.” As he started to sit up, he sneezed loudly, feeling a bit of a scratch in his throat. “BUT I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU GOT ME FUCKING SICK—,”

Izuku giggled. “Spend the night?”

Katsuki looked over at him. His cheeks were flushed, sweat beaded down his face. The sun had mostly set outside. Katsuki didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay here, next to Izuku.

Forever.

#bakugou #izubaku #bakudeku #bakugo katsuki #izukatsu #izuku midoriya #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #katsudeku #deku x kacchan #bakugousheronameiskacchan

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dekuskacchan · 3 years

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the brightest light is you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28681833

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Hi friends!! This fic is a secret santa gift for my love @lonely-rabbit (you should totally follow her) and our lovely fambly. The prompts were “First Christmas,” and “Proposals.” I hope you like it! <3

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December 10th

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Katsuki saw the sign to the pet store before Izuku did, and immediately knew he was in trouble. Why is there a pet store inside a fucking strip mall?

“Kacchan, look!” Izuku pointed at a baby, chocolate colored bunny, sleeping in an enclosure on display in the front window.

“Absolutely not.”

“But look how cute she is!” Izuku pouted.

“Deku, we already have a cat.”

“Yeah, so she’d have a friend!”

“No, she’d get fucking eaten.”

“Chip would never, she’s too polite.”

“She’s a fucking demon!” Katsuki snapped.

“Pleeeease, Kacchan? She needs a home, and it’s just in time for Christmas,” Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s middle, staring up at him.

Katsuki averted his gaze and gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't resist Izuku's pleading eyes.

“No. Don’t give me that fucking look.”

To Katsuki’s surprise, Izuku just laughed and released his hold on him.

“Fine, fine, you’re right,” Izuku sighed dramatically, “let’s go before I get too attached. I’m hungry, anyway.”

Katsuki watched as he walked away, considering for a moment.

“God fucking dammit,” Katsuki muttered, pulling out his phone to snap a picture before Izuku noticed.

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December 18th

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“Look at these, Kacchan!” Katsuki looked up from an outrageously priced scarf to see Izuku holding the most hideous sweaters he had ever seen. They were bright red, each decorated with a matching design that, when held together, formed a Christmas tree that was adorned with real tinsel, glitter, and colored pom-pom ornaments.

“Fuck no,” Katsuki spat, and Izuku burst into laughter.

“Why not? They’re perfect,”

“No way in hell you’re getting me to wear that shit,” Katsuki snapped.

“I can think of a few ways,” Izuku winked. Katsuki sputtered, pink dusting his cheeks.

“C’mon, Kacchan, it’s Christmas! We have to get ugly sweaters.”

It was their first Christmas together since buying their new house, and Izuku had insisted on decorating accordingly. Apparently that also included embarrassing the hell out of Katsuki.

“I don’t have to do shit.”

“Please?” Izuku pouted his lip.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

“Fine,” he growled, while Izuku cheered and tossed the sweaters into the shopping cart.

“Oh, we could get matching Santa h-”

“Don’t even fucking think about it, Deku,” Katsuki pushed the cart forward, swiftly exiting the clothing section of the store as Izuku giggled behind him.

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It had been at least 30 minutes since Katsuki had seen Izuku. Where the fuck had he gone? This shop was too small to get lost in. He had checked all the aisles twice, but Izuku was nowhere to be found.

“Goddammit, every time,” Katsuki muttered, pulling out his phone to call again.

“Oh, Kacchan! There you are!” Katsuki jumped as a mop of green curls popped up from behind a giant red bin. How had he missed that?

“Jesus, Deku! You scared the shit out of me. How long have you fucking been there?,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Way too long. I’m trying to pick out lights, come help me,”

Katsuki sighed as he approached and took in the sight before him.

Izuku was muttering incomprehensibly to himself as he knelt amongst a messy pile of packages, each containing string lights of different sizes, shapes and colors.

“Those white ones in the big box,” Katsuki pointed, interrupting Izuku’s train of thought, “they’ll match the walls and the trim on the house."

Izuku looked up at Katsuki and beamed.

“You’re so smart.”

“Damn right,” Katsuki grinned, “and we’re getting a shit ton. We’re gonna have the best fucking house in the neighborhood," he pulled five boxes of lights from the bin, tossing them into the cart.

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izuku laughed as he cleaned up his mess.

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Their shopping cart was practically overflowing with decorations now, but Izuku didn’t seem to notice, excitedly pulling Katsuki all over the store.

“We already have three of these, nerd,” Katsuki watched as Izuku pondered over a vast selection of snowglobes.

“Yes, but not little ones! We could put these all over the house,” Izuku turned to face Katsuki, holding up a miniature globe with Dynamight’s signature gauntlets inside. Katsuki sighed and draped an arm around Izuku’s shoulder, knowing his mind was already made up.

“Could give this one to your mom,” Katsuki pointed to one that was large, green and orange, with “Wonder Duo” engraved on the front. Inside were little statues of Dynamight and Deku, posed dramatically in battle.

“She likes-,” Katsuki paused, abruptly letting go of Izuku and all but sprinting away, disappearing behind a shelving unit.

“Kacchan what’s-,” Izuku called, startled. He gasped when Katsuki returned with a box three times his size.

It was a giant, twelve foot tall statue of a Yeti wielding a staff. Katsuki poked his head around the side, grinning wickedly in delight.

“Kacchan, where would we even put that?” Izuku stared in disbelief.

“We’ll make room,” Katsuki grunted.

“Make room where?”

“We can put it next to the fireplace.”

“Kacchan, that’s where the stairs are.”

“Fuck the stairs.”

“That thing is taller than our ceiling,” Izuku stifled a laugh as Katsuki struggled to balance the weight of the box.

“Then we’ll put it outside,” Katsuki huffed in frustration.

“I don’t think our neighbors would like that, it’s scary.”

“Fuck the neighbors, this is badass.”

Izuku was laughing in earnest now, tears coming into his eyes.

“I can’t get a bunny, but you can get a giant monster?”

“This is way cooler than a fucking bunny.”

“I’m blaming you if we get in trouble with the landlord.”

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December 20th

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“That’s not food, Chip!” Izuku cried. “Let go!”

Katsuki snickered, slicing vegetables to add to a pot of bubbling curry while Izuku struggled to protect the tree from their cat.

“Shit!”

A resounding thud came from the living room, and Katsuki sighed as he dumped the ingredients into the pot.

“I need help here!” Izuku called desperately as Katsuki entered the room.

Izuku was on the floor, becoming increasingly tangled in ropes of tinsel as Chip rolled in it like she’d struck gold.

“I give up Kacchan, she won’t let- stop laughing! Can you grab her please? She keeps nibbling me” Izuku scowled.

Struggling not to choke on laughter, Katsuki whistled, quickly catching Chip’s attention.

“C’mere, you little shit, I’ve got something that tastes better than Deku,” Katsuki kneeled, dangling a piece of chicken in front of him. The tabby sprinted to him and happily devoured her prize.

“Dumb fucking cat,” he muttered under his breath.

“She likes you more than me,” Izuku chuckled, untangling himself from his tinsel prison to finish wrapping it around the tree.

“Course she does. She only likes the best,” Katsuki grinned, scratching Chip's chin as she purred and rubbed against his knee.

“There,” Izuku stood back to admire his handiwork, “I think it just needs the star now.”

“Can you even reach, shortstack?” Katsuki teased, watching Izuku struggle on his tiptoes.

“Of-” Izuku grunted,” of course I can.”

Wordlessly, Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s middle, lifting him up with ease to place the silver star atop the tree.

“It looks good, right?” Izuku grinned as Katsuki lowered him back down, still hugging him from behind.

“Yeah. Nice work, nerd,”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Hm.”

“Christmas is gonna be great,” Izuku whispered.

“Be more fun if we just stayed home,” Katsuki grumbled into Izuku’s neck.

“That could be fun,” Izuku laughed, turning in Katsuki’s arm to hug him properly, “but it’ll be good to see our parents. It’s been over a month.”

“Tch. I guess,”

“Thanks for making dinner, Kacchan,” Izuku squeezed him tight and tilted his head up for a kiss.

“It’s gonna fucking burn if you don’t let go of me,” Katsuki murmured against his lips, but kissed him back.

“Hmm. That’s fine,”

Katsuki snorted.

“Hey, I think the demon spawn is ready for round two,” he nodded at the sneaky cat, who was quietly approaching the tree again.

“Dammit,” Izuku whipped around, tearing out of Katsuki’s arms, “Chip, stay out of there!”

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December 25th

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Katsuki woke to soft lips on his forehead

“Good morning, Kacchan,” Izuku whispered in his ear.

“ ‘S too fuckin early, Deku,” Katsuki groaned, eyes still closed.

“It’s almost 10.”

“I said what I said.”

Izuku yelped in surprise as Katsuki grabbed his waist and unceremoniously tugged him down onto the bed.

“Kacchan, it’s Christmas,” Izuku laughed, snuggling into his side, despite himself, “we’re supposed to be at your parents house in three hours.”

“Mmm, fuck’m,” Katsuki grumbled.

“I have coffee brewing,”

Katsuki’s ears perked up, the scent suddenly filling his nose. Sighing, he stretched his free arm above his head and cracked his eyes open to see Izuku smiling at him, wearing that atrocious sweater he’d picked out. Katsuki tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

Too cute for his own damn good.

“Come on, Kacchan, I made breakfast too,” Izuku pulled Katsuki by the arm as he sat up.

“You made breakfast?” Katsuki was dubious as he slid his glasses up his nose.

“Yep. My specialty,”

“Canned cinnamon rolls?”

“Canned cinnamon rolls.”

“....fuck yeah.”

Katsuki had long since accepted his role as the chef in their relationship, because Izuku couldn’t cook to save his fucking life, but canned pastries were a guilty pleasure he knew he’d never shake.

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It was a peaceful morning. The sun peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in warm, golden hues as they sat by the fire, Chip asleep on the couch between them.

“Hey, nerd, go open your present,” Katsuki nudged Izuku, who had begun to doze on his shoulder.

“Hm?” Izuku yawned, stretching his arms, “oh, okay!"

“It’s that red one,” Katsuki pointed to the largest package under the tree. Izuku eyed him curiously before crawling to open the gift, excitedly ripping through the paper and tape to reveal...

Another box, wrapped in different paper.

Izuku raised both eyebrows at him in confusion and Katsuki grinned.

“What, you don’t like it?” he mocked offense, as Izuku narrowed his eyes, “I’m just fucking with you. Keep going.”

Katsuki chuckled and quietly slipped out of the room while Izuku’s attention was occupied.

“Kacchan, this is so unnecessary,” Izuku groaned, as he pulled out yet a third box.

“Maybe I’ll just take it back, then,” Katsuki declared loudly as he re-entered the room, startling an oblivious Izuku.

“Kacchan, when did-” Izuku gasped. Katsuki was leaning against the wall with a smirk, holding a familiar small, chocolate brown bunny in his arms.

“I had Shitty Hair get her after we left the mall,”

“She’s been here for two weeks?!” Izuku cried in disbelief.

“You think I took care of her on my own? Fuck no,” Katsuki grumbled, meeting Izuku halfway and carefully passing him the rabbit, “had your mom keep her. Picked her up last night while you were asleep.”

“I love her,” Izuku smiled, burying his face in Katsuki's chest, “thank you, Kacchan."

Katsuki sighed, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his hair.

“I just knew you’d never shut the fuck up about it."

“Did you introduce her to Chip yet?”

“Yeah. She couldn’t fucking care less.”

Izuku laughed, kissing the bunny's soft head.

“I told you they’d be friends,”

“Yeah. Friends," Katsuki rolled his eyes, "go sit, there's one more,"

Izuku smirked as he watched Katsuki stumble over the ruins of his prank to retrieve the gift.

“There’d better not be another box in there, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, warily taking the package.

“Just open it, dumbass,” Katsuki barked a laugh and joined him on the couch.

Izuku pulled the lid off the long box and stared. Inside was a tall, holographic photo frame filled with drawings Izuku and Katsuki made as children. When tilted to the side, the images changed to reveal photographs of the pair as Pro Heroes.

“Kacchan, you- you kept these?”

Katsuki shrugged.

“They were too badass to throw away,”

“Kacchan-” tears welled up in Izuku’s eyes again, “it’s perfect. You big softie.”

“Tch. I’m not the one crying,” Katsuki wiped the tears as they rolled down his cheeks.

Izuku laughed again.

“But you know I’m right. My turn now?”

Izuku didn't wait for his response, clambering over the sea of boxes for the present without putting his furry new friend down.

“Here!”

It was surprisingly heavy, and topped with a comically large bow.

“Shit, Deku, you put bricks in here?”

“Just open it, Kacchan,” Izuku watched him with excitement in his eyes.

Katsuki ripped the package open to reveal a thick, leather bound scrapbook, with Dynamight’s signature X on the front. The inside cover read, in handwriting Katsuki immediately recognized as Izuku’s,“The Legacy of Dynamight.”

His eyes widened as he flipped through the book of memories.

There were journal articles of him in action. Newspaper headings; “Pro Hero Dynamight makes his big debut!” and “Pro hero Dynamight saves Musutafu Children’s Hospital!

Then came the letters glued to the parchment paper, comprising the majority of the book. Katsuki’s mouth fell open as he read words, handwritten, that he’d never seen before.

There were letters from citizens that had watched him take down terrifying enemies, praising him for his good deeds. Letters from people he’d saved, grateful for the chance to see their families again.

Letters from sick children he’d visited in the hospital telling him how awesome he was, several thanking him for giving them the encouragement to keep fighting.

And finally, there were multiple pages filled with artwork. Most were children’s doodles of Dynamight in action and Dynamight saving the day, but there were also several beautifully drawn and painted portraits.

The remaining pages were blank, waiting to be filled.

Izuku had written on the inside back cover:

This is a book of memories, of growth, of victory, and salvation.

If you are so fortunate to see this, know you are reading a testament to the strongest person this world has ever known.

The fiercest hero and most loyal partner, who always wins and always saves.

The legacy of Katsuki Bakugou, Pro Hero Dynamight.

At the bottom, Izuku had doodled several explosions and grenades, and Katsuki grinned.

“I sent a letter to the World Hero Association Journals, asking people to send in their thoughts about Pro Hero Dynamight. There were so many! Those kids were full of stories. They think you’re really cool. And we can fill the rest of it with new memories, too," Izuku said softly, smiling at him.

Katsuki tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was speechless as he stared at Izuku.

“I just want you to know how proud of you I am. How proud everyone is. You’re amazing, Kacchan," Izuku was looking at him with those big, knowing eyes, and picked up an envelope Katsuki hadn't noticed at the bottom of the box.

“Open the last one.”

It was a page full of more doodles from when they were kids, and potential hero names they’d created. At the bottom read “Dynamight” in uneven, capital letters.

“We had the same idea,” Izuku laughed.

“Deku, I-” Katsuki stuttered, still unable to find the right words.

“I know.”

Did he know? Could he possibly know how much this fucking meant? How much he meant?

They both startled as Chip dove into the pile of wrapping paper on the ground, ripping it to shreds.

“Oh-wait, come back!” Izuku reached for his bunny as she leapt from his lap to explore the wreckage, but Katsuki grabbed his chin and pulled him back.

“I love you,” Katsuki said firmly, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

It felt like hours, but Katsuki knew it had only been minutes when Izuku pulled back.

“Kacchan,” he was breathless as Katsuki’s lips trailed down his chin, “I don’t know where she went.”

“She’s fine,”

“But-”

“She’s fine.” Katsuki growled, silencing Izuku’s burst of laughter with another kiss.

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“It’s fuckin’ cold, Deku, let’s just take the car,” Katsuki complained, rubbing his hands together to warm them.

“It’s not that cold, Kacchan. And look how pretty it is!” Izuku insisted.

Thin flecks of snow fell from the sky, disappearing into the fluff that already coated the neighborhood. Water dripped slowly from the tree branches as the snow began to melt in the sunlight. The air smelled of evergreen, crisp and cold enough that they could see their own breath.

“Besides, it’s not that far of a walk. Come on, we’re already running late,” Izuku hauled a bag of gifts over one arm, reaching for Katsuki’s hand with the other.

“Our house is the most badass,” Katsuki grinned, looking up at his prized statue. The giant took up half of their front yard, it's long shadow peering over their roof.

“Kacchan, that thing is an eyesore,” Izuku grimaced.

“Shut up. It’s cool as fuck as you know it."

Izuku laughed and shook his head.

“Do you think they’ll be alright without us?” Izuku worried as they walked, thinking of the animals they’d left at home.

“Who knows. Maybe the demon spawn will have eaten that fluff ball by the time we get home,” Katsuki teased.

“Kacchan! That’s not reassuring,”

“You asked,” Katsuki smirked, interlacing his fingers with Izuku’s, “they’ll be fine. They’re fucking animals. And she’s in her pen.”

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The walk was short, but still longer than Katsuki cared for in the cold.

“Oh, mom’s already here!” Izuku pointed to the small, blue car parked in front of the Bakugou household.

The house was huge, decked top to bottom in red and green lights that matched the trees in the yard.

“Hope the old hag hasn’t eaten her alive yet,” Katsuki mused.

“Kacchan, that’s not very nice,” Izuku playful shoved him, “we’d better not keep them waiting,”

They were greeted at the door by Inko Midoriya’s warm, smiling face.

“Merry Christmas boys!” She squealed, pulling them both in for a tight hug.

“Merry Christmas, mom,” Izuku grinned, wrapping his arms around her. Katsuki hummed, loosely returning the embrace.

It was pleasantly warm inside, and smelled of cinnamon and vanilla.

“Oh, those are so cute!” Inko exclaimed as they discarded their coats, pointing to the abhorrent sweaters Izuku had insisted they wear, much to Katsuki’s chagrin.

Katsuki groaned as Inko poked at the ridiculous pom poms on his chest.

Deku’s lucky he’s so fucking cute.

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Katsuki had just finished bickering with Mitsuki when he overheard Izuku and Inko talking in the next room. He paused, leaning against the wall to listen unnoticed.

“I can’t believe you kept Nibbles a secret!”

Nibbles? Where the fuck did that name come from?

“It wasn’t easy, I was so excited! But I was more than happy to help. She’s very well behaved,”

“She is,” Izuku laughed, “thank you for taking care of her, mom.”

“Of course, dear. Katsuki came to check on us almost every day.”

Katsuki flushed as the pair laughed.

“What did he think of the scrapbook?” Inko asked excitedly.

“He liked it, I think. He was quiet, which is Kacchan for “thank you."

Inko was laughing again.

“I think it was a great idea, honey, it's very thoughtful."

“I’m just...really proud of him, y’know? He’s come so far. I don’t think words are enough,” Izuku was sniffling now, “gah, I'm sorry mom, I don’t mean to be so mushy.”

“Don’t apologize. You get it from me,” Inko chuckled, the emotion clear in her voice too, “did you like your other gift?”

“I love it, it’s so perfect. Did you know about that, too?”

“He asked me if I thought you’d like it. I said yes, of course,” Inko paused, “he really loves you, honey.”

“I know. “

Katsuki flushed deeper, leaning quietly against the wall.

Did he know?

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The rest of the day passed in a blur. Inko cried in appreciation for the snowglobe Katsuki had picked out, and locket they’d customized with a photo of the three of them. Mitsuki and Masaru enjoyed the cheesy as fuck digital photo frame Izuku had insisted on, with less teasing from Mitsuki than Katsuki had expected.

Everyone was delighted to see All Might when he stopped by to visit in the afternoon, but Katsuki barely even noticed him. In the crowded room, all he saw was Izuku.

Izuku, who had saved him so many times, in more than one sense of the word. Izuku, who had rooted for him his whole life, the only person who had never stopped truly believing in him, who had reminded him of his true purpose.

Izuku, who had never expected more of him than he had to give, but encouraged him endlessly to reach new heights.

Izuku, who was currently asleep in his lap, wrapped in his new blanket hoodie.

Izuku.

“Can i sit with you, dear?”

Katsuki was interrupted from his reverie by Inko’s soft voice.

“Sure,” he murmured, scooting over as best he could without waking the sleeping lump.

“Thank you for the gifts, they were very thoughtful.”

“Was Deku’s idea,” Katsuki lied. Inko laughed.

“Sure."

They sat together in a calming silence for a while, watching the flames crackle in the fireplace.

Katsuki was frequently comforted by Inko’s presence. She was a beacon of light, always warm and wise. He thought she was about to speak, but she was interrupted by Izuku’s sudden snores.

“He’s loud even in his fucking sleep,” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

Inko chuckled, running a hand through her son’s hair.

“It adds to his natural charm,”

“Yeah, it’s real charming waking up to the sound of a fog horn in the middle of the night,” Katsuki grumbled, earning another musical laugh.

“You know, I don’t think I ever congratulated you on your new home,” Inko hummed.

“ S’just a house."

“Of course it is,” Inko smiled knowingly and patted his arm, “I’m very proud of you both.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, before squeezing her hand.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

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It was dark when they finally bid their farewells, and considerably colder outside.

“Drive safe, mom!” Izuku waved as Katsuki helped her into her car and shut the door.

“Let’s cut through the plaza on the way home, Kacchan, I want to see the lights,"

“That’s ten fucking minutes out of the way, Deku,” Katsuki growled.

“It’s our last chance to see before it gets taken down! It’ll be fun,” Izuku pleaded, hugging Katsuki’s arm.

“Tch. You’d better fucking walk fast."

Izuku grinned in victory as they left.

“Today was a nice day. I didn’t expect All Might to actually come by, since he’s so busy. It was good to see him,” Izuku thought aloud.

“Woulda been pissed if he didn’t,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Did you invite him, too?” Izuku looked at him in surprise as he shrugged, “that’s really nice, Kacchan,” he smiled, leaning his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

“I guess.”

They hadn’t been walking long when the light show came into view. Izuku gasped, releasing Katsuki’s arm as he stared.

Silver and gold arches stretched across the narrow street, wrapped in bright, white lights. The roofs of the buildings were covered in brightly colored stars that illuminated the sparkling snow, and the lamp posts were decorated like candy canes. A large statue of silver bells sat in the green field at the center of the plaza.

Katsuki had to admit, it wasn’t all that unpleasant to look at.

Izuku was fucking loving it. Katsuki watched as he stood under an arch, beaming in delight as he admired the view.

Does he know? Katsuki thought back on the events of the day. Does he really know?

“Kacchan, come look,” Izuku called to him.

Katsuki was still lost in thought as he approached, and Izuku paused, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Are you o-,” Izuku startled as Katsuki’s hands came to cradle his face.

There were so many things left unsaid, things he’d wanted to say but didn’t know how. Katsuki had always been better with actions than words, and Izuku had always accepted that. He accepted and loved him as he was without a second fucking thought.

“The strongest person this world has ever known.”

Izuku made him stronger.

“The legacy of Dynamight.”

Staring into eyes that were as soft as the falling snow, Katsuki decided he knew.

“Izuku,” Katsuki murmured, looking him straight in the eyes.

Every moment had led to this.

“Kacchan?” Izuku breathed.

The legacy he cared for most was the one he’d forged with Izuku.

“Marry me.”

Izuku’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Listen, I’m- I’m not good at this sappy shit. I don’t know what to fucking say. But-” Katsuki released he didn’t realize he’d been holding as Izuku’s palm brushed his cheek, “the world is a fucking shitty place. But it’s less shitty with you. And I don’t want anyone else by my side. So marry me,” Katsuki voice softened, “Please."

It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of proposals, and there wasn’t a ring, but Izuku didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” he whispered. A breathtaking smile spread across his face that put all the fucking lights in the world to shame.

Katsuki met Izuku halfway, lips colliding in a passionate kiss.

The world could be ending for all Katsuki knew, and he couldn’t fucking care less.

Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, murmuring I love you against his lips, over and over again as he deepened the kiss, and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered except for this fucking moment as they melted into each other, ignoring the world around them.

Just as their tongues brushed, Izuku pulled back, resting their foreheads together.

“We should-,” Izuku breathed with swollen lips, “should we go home?”

Reluctantly, Katsuki lifted his head and nodded.

“Yeah.”

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It was past midnight when Katsuki woke. They had fallen asleep on the couch, Izuku curled into his side with Nibbles, with Chip resting at their feet. He watched the shadows from the fireplace dancing on the wall, the room gradually becoming dimmer as the flames died out.

Izuku stirred in his sleep, tilting his head up to look at Katsuki with a blissful smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas, Kacchan.”

Katsuki pulled him closer.

“Merry Christmas, Deku.”

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A/N: thank you for reading!!!!! this is the first fic i’ve ever posted so im super nervous lmao.

also: the italic lines are supposed to be Katsuki’s thoughts, I wasn’t sure if that was totally clear lmao

also!! big shoutout to @jekacatrina and @thatpinkbetch who helped me with the idea for kacchan’s present and also for the encouragement!!! (best parents ever)

#much love for my bunbun i hope you like!#and my fambly!#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku #fambly #birdie writes #my fic #its sfw but it gets a lil steamy just a heads up if that's not your cup of tea #how the fuck do you write a kiss?? i sure as hell dont know #anywho #thanks yall!

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endeavours-firey-pubes · 4 years

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Selfish intentions.

Warnings: dirty talk, mild slut shaming, fucking in someone else's bedroom, Dom Deku, mentions of panty stealing. NSFW. This is just fucking filth. I did this in basically a quirkless college au so all characters are 18+ aged. Thanks. This is also like 1000 words.

Maybe this was a bad, bad idea. Could you bring yourself to care? Not at all. Not when Izuku Midoriya so eagerly buried his tongue in your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your clit while two of his thick fingers worked open your cunt. Vaguely, you wondered if by the time you were done Katsuki would know you both came on his sheets.

Your hand tangled in Izuku's thick hair, making him moan when you tugged from the scalp. The noise causes your clit to twitch against his tongue from the zap of pleasure it caused. Fuck, why was he so damn good at this? You looked down, watching as he lost himself in your taste, his hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress that were clearly neither of yours. God you could cum right then, knowing your juices stained his face and the sheets below you.

Being in a place you weren't supposed to be in made it so much hotter.

Inwardly Izuku was almost mush, he loved eating you out already but knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way and only him drove it home. He supposed he shouldn't be this petty, after all it's not like he could truly blame Katsuki for his panty thieving but...you were HIS girlfriend and part of him was pissed off that Katsuki had the audacity to even think of you sexually, to think about touching you at all. He resolved, if Kacchan didn't get this fucking hint, if you'd let him he'd fuck you in front of him.

After all, Kacchan had to learn his place; but for right now he was focused on you. Tracing the letters of his name on your clit as his fingers crooked up to hit that spongy spot inside you that had him crying out his name and pulling his hair. He ignored his throbbing length in the confines of his sweatpants in order to properly please you, tasting the sweetness of your release was always his favorite part. He could almost taste how close you were, feeling how your walls fluttered against his fingers as your cries rose in pitch.

His name fell off your lips like prayers in a church and his eyes fluttered when he tasted all you had to offer, lewd slurping noises coming from tasting the sweetness of your cum making it hard for you to think. When he pulled away you could only whine in protest, almost pouting as he took your shaky legs off his shoulders.

“Turn over, hike up that pretty little ass for me princess.” His voice seemed raspier, darker than you were used to as you obeyed his command, yelping when smacked your ass. The sting of it felt good on your heated flesh.

“Good girl, you're already a mess and I've barely started.” You could feel his grin as you hear rustling clothes before feeling his cock head slide between your dripping folds, he was fucking teasing you. A mewl leaves your lips and you arch deeply, inviting him to slide into you but he continues his teasing instead. Finding your sweet whines and moans intoxicating to his ears and his ego, you're begging for him.

“P-please Izuku, please stop teas- oh!” Your pleads were clipped short as he slid his thick cock home inside you with one thrust. Your ass hitting his thighs with a soft smack. You moaned, you could never get used to how his cock stretched you out. You could feel how every delicious ridge and vein dragged against the walls of your cunt with even the slightest movement. He let himself be still for a moment, his hands rubbing your hips to let you adjust a tad before he started his thrusts.

He was driving you insane, the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls with every slow, mind numbing thrust he made. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your walls he could explore but it was too slow, making your body hot with the need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are. You could tell this was on purpose, Izuku was always a wretched tease when it came down to it. One more pleasurable but oh so slow thrust made you snap at him.

Looking back at him you glared, “Fuck me like you fucking mean it or maybe I'll kick you out and wait for Bakug- OH.” Your words got cut off as a squeal like moan left your lips, Izuku starting a punishing pace as he pushed your head down to the sheets. His movements rougher than you were used to from him, more dominant.

“He couldn't fuck you good as me anyway.” He rasped, fucking into you harder with every word. His hand on the small of your back to keep you arched for him, his other hand gripping your hip. “Look at you, a fucking mess on my cock. Pussy fucking dripping so much I can feel it on my thighs.” You whimpered, not used to how crude he was being, the words making your ears burn but you loved them.

“I'm making you gush more than he could ever dream of and that's the point.” His hand that was on the small of your back crept up to your hair, pulling hard enough to make your back bow, head up and mouth open in a gasp. “You're mine and I'm gonna leave his sheets a mess with the fucking proof that you're mine.” The low tone of his voice sent shots of pleasure right to your core, a wet squelching sound echoing in the small dormitory from just how wet you were and how hard he was fucking you.

“Don't be afraid to make a mess on my cock, on the sheets, cause I'm gonna fuck you til you're squirting all over them.” The hand that was on your hip left to press against your throat, squeezing at it just enough to make your vision blur.

“He'll like it anyway. Since the fucking pervert steals your panties, I'm gonna make sure your juices even stain his pillow.” If you could see Izuku, you'd have seen the feral glint in his eyes as he sped up his thrusts. Determined to fuck you into an oblivious, incoherent mess while he had the time.

Katsuki had returned late in the night to his dorm, wrinkling his nose slightly when he opened the door at the smell of what seemed like sex. He looked around, brows furrowed in slow building anger but everything looked the same. Except one thing, a pair of very familiar red laced panties rested, soiled on his desk. There was a note with them that said enjoy and he recognized that it was the shitty nerds handwriting.

“Fucking Deku.” He rasped, trying to ignore the fact that his cock stirred in his gym shorts.

#bnha smut #Deku smut #deku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #mha smut #this is so...dirty.#😣😣 im almost too shy to post.

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romiithebirdie · 3 years

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Epilogue for the Lost - Chapter 2

Present day.

Inko Midoriya entered her apartment, softly closing the front door behind her after dropping her shopping bags in the hallway. A harsh breeze slapped her bare arms and she shivered, quickly removing her shoes and padding into the living room to close the window that she hadn't realised she'd left open.

Cheerful music rang out in the direction of the kitchen and she immediately followed the sound up towards one of her kitchen worktops. Within seconds, Inko slid her arm across the space and picked up the mobile device with a questioning frown.

UNKNOWN CALLER

Timidly, she pressed the Answer button and slowly put it to her ear;

"Midoriya Residence, may I ask who's calling?"

Her response came from an intangible grunt followed by loud rustling, like the caller was fumbling through plastic liners. She sighed, "Hello?"

"Y-yeah," the audio was fuzzy, almost like they had a bad signal connection from wherever they were calling from. "I'm looking for an Inko Midoriya."

"Speaking."

"I see."

Inko huffed, switching her phone into her other free hand; "So? Is there something you needed or-"

"You were his wife, right?"

And her instinct to slam the phone down at that moment faltered and she immediately was hit with old painful memories.

"E-Excuse me?" her voice was hushed, like she'd been winded by those words alone.

"Your husband. Hisashi Midoriya."

"Who is this?"

"Just somebody who wanted to talk."

"My husband hasn't lived here," since he disappeared, "for a while. I'm sorry if you were trying to reach him, I can't help you."

With that brief explanation, she immediately ended the call and dropped it on the table top. With a stifled gasp, she clamped a hand over her mouth and leaned over one of the kitchen chairs as if she were in pain.

Emotional pain.

She really needed Izuku right now…

UNKNOWN CALLER buzzed across her phone screen for the second time and a shiver ran from the back of her neck all the way down to her spine. Was someone trying to pull a sick prank or something? She had no clue.

Reluctantly, she pressed Answer once again and whispered an anxious, "Hello?"

"You know you cry way too much, right? Same old Inko."

Crying?

She gingerly touched her cheek and immediately felt the wetness. Then it dawned on her what this person had just said and her breath hitched in her throat.

"Who is this?" she repeated, firmer this time while brushing the back of her arm against her face. Somebody had been watching her, the problem was she had no idea where. "Listen," her voice was jittery yet she ignored it, "I don't know how you got my number or where you've seen me but if you don't stop right now, I will be calling the authorities."

"Call them," the voice cackled gruffly on the other side of the line, "besides, who said anything about having seen you? You shouldn't leave your window open when you leave the house."

The window.

It had been open when she'd returned home from her errand.

She lowered the phone from her ear, heart racing against her chest while her ears picked up every tiny sound coming from the floorboards, thumps against the walls from the neighbours and a slow ticking sound coming from the kitchen clock.

The front door was only along the hallway. Almost taunting her with the reflective rays of the sunshine outside.

Tick, tick, tick.

It felt like she was stuck in slow-motion, her legs trembling violently under the assumption there might be an intruder hiding somewhere in her home right now…

"You've gone quiet."

Was that this person's plan? To lure her outside?

"I-I…" Inko choked on her own words.

"Don't you like talking to me?"

No. I really don't.

"I like talking to you."

Inko closed her eyes and bit her lip before shaking her head.

"After all, we're practically family."

.-.-.-.-.

"You serious, Deku?" came the sneer of a young boy with spiky ash-blond hair. Behind him stood two other boys around the same age as they towered over a smaller boy with messy green locks. "You really think a weakling like you can do a fucking thing against the three of us?"

"He was crying, Kacchan!" the green-haired boy pleaded, wiping furiously at his tear-stained cheeks. "You can't keep acting like a bully; it's wrong!"

"The hell did you just say to me?!"

It was the wrong choice of words.

Something Izuku had quickly learned when dealing with Katsuki Bakugou, a boy that used to be his friend. However, when Izuku confided to the other child about the secret that greatly upset his parents, he was met with complete scorn and eventually became the class outcast.

Defenseless Izuku, the freak that saw dead people and nobody wanted to be friends with.

However, Katsuki's bullying tendencies halted after one of his friends, Tsubasa, vanished without a trace. The fiery boy grew more withdrawn and unsure, keeping Izuku at a great distance rather than choosing to torment him.

Katsuki Bakugou eventually moved away from Musutafu to live with his grandparents after a gruesome event that deeply traumatised him;

Early one morning, the remains of Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou were found along the coastal side of Dagobah Beach. The media kept a lot of the details brief due to the case's sheer horrifying nature.

Masaru Bakugou was found with his throat slit and hands cut off while Mitsuki Bakugou was covered in various stab wounds with her tongue removed. The forensics and autopsies had ruled out that they had been dead for quite some time due to the fact that their corpses were spread with heavy decay.

Izuku only remembered fragments of the dreadful news; his father being more reserved while his mother broke down over discovering their demise. From what he remembered, his mother and Auntie Mitsuki had met in Junior High and had remained friends in their adult life.

Despite Katsuki's ill-treatment of him, Izuku still found himself feeling concerned for the louder boy. Sadly, Izuku never got a chance to try and rekindle his friendship with the youngest Bakugou due to him immediately being sent away.

It was something that Izuku still found himself longing for many years later in his teenage years…

"Hi, everybody. My name is Izuku Midoriya and I'm visiting today to talk about things that have affected me since I was very young."

And I'd rather be anywhere else than here right now…

Izuku forced himself to smile, despite the overwhelming feeling of nerves tugging away at his chest that made him feel more like a wooden puppet than an actual person at this point. It was pretty on point, he'd been rehearsing his greeting for a while now anyway...

"Thank you, Midoriya, please take your seat," one of the group therapy leaders smiled, sitting forward while hunched over her thick clipboard in an extremely awkward manner. Izuku bared his teeth in another forced grin before sitting back down on his plastic chair, trying to ignore the burn of embarrassment scorching his freckled cheeks.

While various names chorused amongst each other, Izuku chose to tune out. His emerald green eyes focused completely on a particular spot on the floor tiles as voices blended into one incoherent fuzzy noise. Almost sounding like television static.

Therapy had been his mother's idea. Izuku hadn't been thrilled at the proposition but he knew how much it would mean to her if he tried it out. That was several months ago.

They had attempted medication and counselling in the past too, thus why Izuku was understandably growing more and more tired with it. It was the same old story to him.

While he had grown up seeing things that would be… odd to most, the idea for counselling had nothing to do with the invisible people that clung to him in desperation. They still talked to him, though Izuku often found himself tuning out more nowadays.

Maybe he was just crazy?

That would explain why his mother was always sad and his father cut them off years ago.

Perhaps it was the stress of dealing with a problem child?

Izuku shook his head, chiding himself internally for even daring to consider such a ludicrous possibility;

Both of his parents loved him.

His mother was still grieving her husband's disappearance, it had nothing to do with Izuku's quirky little ability to see dead people…

"Get a grip, Izuku," he muttered to himself.

"Uh, is everything alright over there, young man?" one of the counsellors blinked, everybody's attention solely on the greenette as he flushed in humiliation.

Add talking to yourself to that pile of issues too, Izuku thought miserably to himself while the group therapy session came to end. The second that the adults dismissed the teens, Izuku snatched up his bag and bolted for the exit door like his life depended on it. Luckily, it was a short ride on the bullet train back to the city of Musutafu's Tattooin Station and then a ten minute walk back to his apartment complex.

As he made his way along his neighbourhood street, he noticed a large number of people crowding around the apartment blocks, some people were filming while police were running around and taping the area off to the civilians.

What in the…

While he craned his neck to try and see what was happening, his shoulder bumped against another member of the public and they made a short, restrained grunt as they were pushed to the side.

"S-Sorry, are you-" Izuku froze, emerald orbs meeting an intense crimson that sparked an old feeling of anxiousness and bad nostalgia.

"It's fine," the guy muttered, lowering his head before turning on his heel and striding in the opposite direction of the scene.

That was odd, Izuku frowned, watching the guy disappear amongst the sea of people flocking around the teen while using their phones to record.

Paramedics dressed in green appeared from the stairwell of the apartment complex and rushed across the lawn, pushing a stretcher on wheels. Izuku carefully pushed his way towards the front of the crowd and immediately froze in complete horror.

On the stretcher was his mother.

Thick gauze and towels were drenched in red that could only have been blood and she had an oxygen mask over her face. Izuku's vision suddenly swam and he clung to the nearest stranger, gasping for breath.

Police, paramedics and people were surrounding the entire vicinity. Realisation smacked Izuku as hard as a blunt object striking him across the face.

Holy shit. Who had done this?

His mother was being taken away on a stretcher covered in blood. He honestly didn't understand what was currently happening. Why was this happening?

The last that Izuku saw of his kind, gentle mother before the paramedics closed the ambulance doors were three random letters that had been carved into her arm;

A.F.O

#bnha fanfiction #ao3 bnha #my hero academia fanfiction #bnha #dfo #dad for one #afo is hisashi midoriya #inko midoriya #izuku midoriya #epilogue for the lost #my writing

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kurokoros · 4 years

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some like it hot (1/4) | todoroki x reader x bakugou

Rated: T (bakugou’s dirty mouth, sexual humor)

Words: 9.3K

Pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader x katsuki bakugou

Summary: A Charity Fundraiser leads to you going home with not one, but two of the most popular Pro Heroes of your generation. They say some like it hot, and you certainly aren’t complaining.

AKA: a totally not self-indulgent threesome fic

AN: Well, this isn’t what I was expecting to write, but here we are! I was just planning to write a pwp threesome fic but now there are feelings involved, and this is my life now. Also available on AO3. Ask to be added to the tag-list. Chapters will be weekly until completion! Thanks in advance for reading! Note, this does start with a flash forward. A note: the reader does have a name used only in dialogue because I hate using “Y/N” in fics. Both names are puns. “Yuna” = Y/N, and the kanji in “Hikai” means “fire time”.

You can honestly say this wasn’t what you were expecting to happen tonight.

Chilled fingers follow the curve of your spine, starting at the base of your neck and trailing downward achingly slow. The hitch in your breathing is loud, and Shouto’s lips curve into a barely there smile against the back of your head. Deftly, he slips a finger between your shoulder and the pretty dress you’re wearing, teasing the soft skin there before you let him brush the fabric aside.

The straps of your dress slide down your arms teasingly, and a pair of narrowed, ruby red eyes immediately drag down your body, appraising you as more of your soft skin is revealed. Katsuki licks his lips as the silky fabric pools around your feet, expression nothing short of greedy as he watches the two of you, though he doesn’t move. Not yet. You shiver under his gaze and the icy kiss that Shouto presses against the side of your neck. Hands drag down your sides to grasp your hips, the difference in temperature between the two making you gasp and squirm, but Shouto holds you firmly against his chest.

The boys lock eyes over your shoulder. A silent agreement.

“All right, angel.” Katsuki’s voice is deeper than usual, and startlingly calm. “Be a good girl and moan for me an’ Icy Hot.”

Shouto huffs at the old insult, but then his teeth drag down the column of your throat and you do exactly as Katsuki demands, much to their amusement.

Chuckling to himself, Katsuki’s eyes rake over you again, taking in the lacy lingerie previously hidden beneath your dress, and the strappy high-heels that do little to keep you from being dwarfed by their heights. You swear his fingers spark as he grasps the front of his dress shirt, popping the buttons one by one. Patiently, Shouto’s left hand draws small circles against your hip, his right skimming the smooth skin of your stomach, trailing higher and higher until he’s grasping your chin between cold and calloused fingers.

They look at you like they want to devour you.

And you plan on letting them.

One Week Earlier

“Midoriya!” you snap, throwing open the door to the Pro Hero's office and letting it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Izuku’s head snaps up in surprise, big, green eyes locking with yours, and the intern sitting across from him releases a rather undignified squeak at your sudden intrusion.

Immediately, a grin spreads across Izuku’s face. “Oh, hey, Hikai—”

Your narrowed eyes and the manila folder pointed in his direction are a warning, and he shuts his mouth quickly.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me, Midoriya. I’ve told you at least a dozen times now to give me the list of agencies you want contacted for the charity gala next week. We need it finalized by the end of the day, or I swear...” You leave the threat hanging as you place your free hand on your hip, but you get the point across easily enough.

Realization dawns on Izuku’s face. His eyes widen further if possible, his mouth dropping open into a silent “oh” as his neck begins to flush. Across from him, Izuku’s intern Seiji Nakamura shifts awkwardly and glances between the two of you, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else as you chastise Deku, one of the top rising heroes of the new generation.

And chastise you will. Deku may be the Pro Hero, but you’re the one that runs this shit show.

“But, I thought…” Izuku trails off suddenly and rubs the back of his head, a sheepish look on his face.

You quirk a brow. “Thought what?” Your heel stops tapping against the floor impatiently when he sends you the best puppy dog look he can manage at twenty-three, which shouldn’t be nearly as effective as it is considering you’re both adults now. “Midoriya, just how many agencies were you planning on inviting this time?”

“... All of them?”

In response, your eye twitches. You highly consider smacking yourself with the folders still clutched in your right hand, but settle for pursing your lips at the pleading look he’s still sending you, hope shining in those big, green eyes. Even Seiji looks baffled by Izuku’s reply, blue eyes half-hidden behind a shaggy mess of dark, curly hair.

Honestly, you can’t say you’re all that surprised by the overzealous answer. After working with Izuku for three years and counting, it’s certainly something you’ve come to expect, though you can’t help but wish he would tone things down just a little. But Izuku has always had the most uncanny way of connecting with people and inspiring them, you included, and already, you find yourself thinking up ways to make this work in less than a week.

Ever since he opened his own agency three years ago, Izuku has always been adamant about including everyone in these charity events, despite any tensions that may exist between certain Pro Heroes. Somehow, he manages to curb any animosity with his sweet nature, flitting around between different groups of people and putting smiles on everyone’s faces. You’d think that was his quirk if you hadn’t seen him in action before.

Shaking your head, you level him with a tired look. You’ll have to call in a few favors. “You’re going to give me gray hairs someday, you know that?”

Izuku’s smile widens. “You’re the best, Hikai!”

“Don’t you forget it.”

You cross the short distance to his desk and set down the folders. His brows furrow and his head cocks to the side in confusion as he glances between you and the mysterious files. Casting a glance at Seiji, you decide to keep things vague. “These are the files you requested about the activity in Utapa. They’re ordered by urgency. Tsukauchi wants your answer by Friday at the latest.”

If Izuku is surprised, he manages not to show it. “Thanks, Hikai. Is there anything else?”

“Your meeting with Ground Zero and Shouto starts in an hour. Would you like me to just let them in?” The as usual remains silent.

Seiji perks up at the mention of the other Pros, just as popular and respected as Deku himself. When his eyes widen, you’re reminded that the previous meeting between the three Heroes was cancelled due to the recent disaster that destroyed much of the eastern coast. The last two weeks since Seiji joined them had been busy for everyone between rescue operations and a small spike in criminal activity, but things have finally begun to return to normal.

Nodding, Izuku offers you a smile. “You know how Kacchan is,” he says simply, making you roll your eyes.

Don’t you ever. Katsuki has been an absolute pain in your ass for years, always yelling and swearing and storming into Izuku’s office even though the polite thing would be to wait for permission. You’ve grown used to it, of course. It wasn’t easy coming to terms with the fact that you were friends with the huffy blond in high school on account of him being a reluctant extension of Izuku, but since then, you’ve grown to appreciate his friendship. He’s calmed down a lot over the years you’ve known him, and he begrudgingly weaseled his way into your heart after the two of you crushed the rest of his former classmates in beer pong.

At least Shouto is marginally more polite, if not closed-off and occasionally a little too brash, though he always means well. You’ve grown used to that, too.

In either case, you can’t say you mind the eye-candy.

“Though,” Izuku continues suddenly, an uncharacteristic flicker of mischief in his gaze, “I’m sure they’ll want to stop and talk to you first. It’s been a few weeks since they’ve been here. They probably miss you.”

You snort, momentarily forgetting about Seiji sitting beside you and blatantly ignoring Izuku’s comment, even as you feel yourself flush. “It hasn’t been that long,” you tell him, neglecting to mention that you recently went out for drinks with Katsuki and Kirishima and managed to snag a quick lunch with Shouto between the craziness of last week. Though, judging by the look in his eyes, Izuku must already know.

With that, you straighten and clear your throat. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some phone calls to make.”

Izuku’s amusement doesn’t fade as you stalk back out the door and close it behind you with a gentle click.

It’s nearly an hour later during a lapse between calls that you sigh and drop your head into your hands, silently lamenting your choice in career up to this moment. As much as you enjoy working with Izuku and other Pro Heroes, you could stand a few less calls with old men that think you don’t know how to do your job.

So far, you’ve barely made a dent in the amount of calls you have to make for this charity event. To have everything ready in less than a week will be a challenge, but you always have liked a little last-minute pressure. With the evacuations and rescues done, all that’s left is to provide financial support to those devastated by the recent tsunami, and that’s where you come in. You may not have a combat-oriented quirk fit for a Hero, but this is something you can do.

Leaning back in your chair, you stretch your arms above your head, relaxing for just a second before you have to make your next call. In the meantime, you glance at the report you’d been thumbing through earlier, a copy of Izuku’s statement from the last villain he fought. Just another thing you need to finish this afternoon.

You look over the file quickly, hardly hearing the tell-tale click of Izuku’s office door opening and closing.

Absently, your eyes flick away from the report as you hear the scuff of sneakers against the tile, catching sight of the newest addition to Deku’s Agency.

Izuku’s intern, Seiji, hesitates as he passes your desk, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he fidgets with his costume gloves. Momentarily, you’re reminded of how adorable and awkward Izuku was when you first met during the start of your second year at UA, and an unwitting smile curls on your lips.

“Can I help you, Nakamura?” you ask, pausing midway through the report laid out across your desk.

The teenage boy startles at the sound of your voice, eyes wide as he rips his gaze away from the clock. You press your lips into a tight line to keep from snickering with immediate understanding.

There are thirty minutes left until Katsuki and Shouto are supposed to meet with Izuku.

“Ah! No, everything is fine, Ms. Hikai!” he hurries to tell you, waving his hands in front of him frantically. Big, blue eyes meet yours as his face flushes with embarrassment that’s practically a carbon-copy of the expression your boss makes when he’s flustered. If you didn’t know better, you might think the two were related, though, you suppose that’s why they get along as well as they do.

Izuku isn’t exactly selective about taking on interns from UA, but you’d be blind not to see how easily the two of them clicked after they first met. Seiji Nakamura is only a first year, not the top of his class by any means, but with the same drive and determination that you saw in Izuku nearly a decade ago. It’s only his third week interning under the Pro Hero Deku, but already he’s improved greatly, becoming a welcome addition to the Agency.

You won’t be surprised if Izuku decides to take him on as a sidekick after he graduates.

Seiji shuffles his feet and casts another wistful glance at the clock, and you decide to take pity on the poor boy.

“Did Deku send you home for the day?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. You peer at him out of the corner of your eyes, pretending to go back to your reports.

Slowly, he nods.

“Good. Then you can help me finish filing the last of these reports.” You reach for another file. “What?” you continue when he gapes at you. “You didn’t think hero work was just beating up criminals, did you?”

“No, Ma’am!” he’s quick to sputter out, flushing all the way to the tips of his ears.

You grin. “Well, then you can help me with this for a few minutes.”

Seiji nods, eyes shining with familiar determination, and it isn’t long before he’s plopped onto a chair beside you, carefully filing a stack of reports sitting on the corner of your desk while you alternate between doing the same and making another series of quick phone calls.

It’s during another lapse in these calls that Seiji peeks at you over the top of the file he’s reading. “Ms. Hikai?” he asks, suddenly bashful again as he rubs the back of his head. “How long have you known Deku?”

Barely glancing up from your paperwork, you hum in thought. “Almost eight years now. We met as second years at UA.” Fondness tugs at you as you think about that time and everyone you’ve met as a result of a single random selection.

Seiji’s head tilts to one side curiously, his brows furrowing slightly. “But you weren’t in the hero department.”

“No, I was in the business department. Top of my class too,” you can’t help but tack on. His eyes widen at the new information. “At the start of our second year, the faculty wanted to create more unity within the student body, so students from each class were paired together for a group project. Midoriya and I just happened to be in the same group.” Your lips quirk upward as you reminisce, and you find yourself telling Seiji more than you meant to. “I already knew who he was, of course. Because of the previous Sport’s Festival and all of the trouble his class was constantly getting into. Though, I definitely wasn’t expecting to end up working at his Hero Agency eventually.”

You’d been working freelance half-way across the country when you got the call from Izuku about the agency he was opening and the offer of a job. You practically had to uproot your entire life at the time, but you would have been an idiot not to.

“Did you ever want to be a Pro Hero?”

Pausing, your eyes narrow as you think it over. “Doesn’t everyone?” you counter, only half-joking. “Honestly though? Not really. I’m happy with my job. I always knew I wanted to work with Heroes, not be one.” Glancing at the clock, you can’t help but sigh when you see the time. With a barely smothered groan, you grab your work phone off your desk and frown when you see the next name on your list.

Dialing the number, you start preparing for a major headache later.

“Mr. Fujikaze!” you greet as soon as he answers the phone. “This is Yuna Hikai from Deku’s Agency. I was wondering if I could have a word with you?”

“Mr. Fujikaze, I would appreciate it if you didn’t shout at me,” you state calmly despite the irritation threatening to creep into your tone. “I understand that this is short notice, but if you would please listen—”

You’re cut off by a snide retort you don’t bother listening to. Beside you, Seiji blanches, having grown startlingly pale over the duration of your conversation. Almost immediately after giving your name, the conversation took a sour twist. You were expecting it, given your previous experiences with the surly man, but that doesn’t make it any easier to tolerate.

You catch the tail end of some quip about him thinking Deku would hire a “more competent secretary,” and it takes a startling amount of willpower not to hang up on him right there. He knows damn well that you aren’t just some secretary. “Mr. Fujikaze, once again, I understand your frustration, but it’s important that you inform Nightwalker of the upcoming event. As a former Pro Hero, the show of public support would be instrumental towards—”

Another round of spiteful remarks makes you sigh. You’re so engrossed in the man yelling at you over the phone that you don’t hear the ding of the elevator until a loud scoff draws your gaze towards it. Seiji’s head whips around as well, his eyes widening comically as he realizes who’s there.

“You got stupid Deku’s interns doin’ your job now, sweetcheeks?” a familiar, gruff voice teases you. Heat licks up your spine as your eyes lock with ruby ones, a cheeky smirk already spreading across Katsuki’s face. To his right, Shouto shakes his head, but makes no comment when he sees you on the phone.

Ignoring them for the moment, you hold up a single finger to silence Katsuki’s next smartass remark. He grumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch, clearly put out by your easy dismissal.

But like Izuku said, neither one makes a move to head directly into his office, waiting patiently—if you could ever call Katsuki that—for you to finish your phone call.

“Sir, I understand—if you would let me finish—” You purse your lips at the mocking voice that cuts you off again. “Yes, I’m aware that Nightwalker is—” You yank the phone away from your ear as Mr. Fujikaze raises his voice again, this time louder than before. Loud enough for the two Pro Heroes standing across the desk to hear him.

Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes narrow and you swear the temperature drops sharply as he clenches his jaw. He takes a small step forward and you shiver, but before he can say anything, the phone is being ripped out of your hand.

“Bakugou!” you snap, glaring up at him in exasperation.

“Oi, dickhead!” Katsuki barks into the phone, taking a step back before you can grab your phone again. Your gaze cuts to Shouto for help, but he pretends not to notice, doing absolutely nothing to stop his companion’s irritated tirade. “Don’t fuckin’ yell at her just because she’s better at her fuckin’ job than you! And you work for a Pro? Fuckin’ pathetic.”

Fujikaze’s stuttered response is cut off with a click.

“Bastard,” Katsuki practically snarls, glaring down at the now silent phone like he’s thinking about exploding it into tiny pieces.

Utterly unimpressed, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for your phone, fingers wiggling impatiently until Katsuki huffs and drops the device onto your waiting palm. “As eloquent and to the point as always, Bakugou. And how many times have I told you to stop with the pet-names while I’m working? This is a professional setting, you know.”

He snorts and crosses his arms. “Bastard had it comin’, sweetcheeks,” he says, blatantly ignoring you. Asshole.

“You realize I’ll just have to call him back and apologize for that, right?” you ask, one eyebrow quirking slightly. A hint of amusement curls at your lips despite everything, and a familiar, pleasant warmth floods through you as he stares just a little too long.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles, looking far too pleased with himself for telling someone off.

Instead of arguing with him further, you turn to his quieter companion. Your smile only widens when you find him already staring back. Shouto’s mouth curves up slightly at the edges and he nods, casually slipping a hand into the pocket of his dark jacket—which looks sinfully good on him. Neither of them have any business looking that good in casual wear, you think, trying not to stare at the collarbones revealed by Shouto’s plain v-neck or the biceps Katsuki has on display.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were doing it on purpose.

“Hikai.” It’s a simple greeting, more formal than Katsuki’s because you’re both working, but there’s something overwhelmingly soft about the way he says it. You’ve always liked the way your name sounds on his lips.

“Todoroki,” you say in return, the ghost of a smile flickering across your lips as you tease him. “How many times will I have to tell you to call me Yuna?”

Mirth flickers in those blue and gray eyes. “At least one more.”

Katsuki snorts, but by the time your eyes flicker back to him, he’s already frowning down at the nervous child seated beside you. “Who the hell are you?” he asks bluntly, as if he’s already forgotten that Seiji is Izuku’s intern who you’re positive that either you or Izuku have mentioned to the grouchy blond before.

You don’t notice the look that Shouto sends Katsuki.

“Don’t be rude, Bakugou,” you chastise, clicking your tongue at him. He doesn’t even pretend to look apologetic.

Luckily, Seiji doesn’t seem discouraged by the attitude. He practically scrambles out of his chair after the Ground Zero addresses him, nearly dropping the files he was going through before the two Pros stepped in. “I’m Seiji Nakamura, Mr. Ground Zero, sir!” he sputters out, reaching across the desk with one hand for Katsuki to shake. “It’s nice to meet you!”

You smother a laugh at Katsuki’s bewildered reaction to Seiji’s excitement, the high-schooler rambling slightly as he gushes about both Pro Heroes, much to your amusement.

Shouto cuts Seiji off gently. “Sunspot, correct?” At the wide-eyed look and quick nod from the teenager, Shouto hums in thought. “You did well at the Sports Festival,” he says. “It’s unsurprising that Midoriya took you as an intern.”

“You too,” Seiji says stupidly. A look of horror spreads across his face. “No, wait, I didn’t—I mean—obviously, you did well in the Sports Festivals a few years ago, Mr. Shouto. And I’m sure that Mr. Deku would have taken you on as an intern as well, but—”

He’s out of breath, and his face is starting to turn a rather dashing shade of scarlet by the time you place your hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him back onto his chair. You haven’t seen him this much of a jumbled mess of nerves since the day he first met Izuku. At least then the two of them were able to gush about each other.

“Deep breaths, Nakamura,” you murmur in Seiji’s ear, giving his arm a quick squeeze.

“Right,” he chokes out. He glances up at the amused pros and grabs another stack of reports, quickly burying his face in them to hide his flushed cheeks.

Yeah, he’s definitely Deku’s intern. While Shouto looks almost fond of Seiji’s Izuku-like ramblings, there’s a glint in Katsuki’s eyes that has your hands immediately going to your hips. “Don’t even think about it, Bakugou,” you warn him. “I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” You know that look. And you’re not going to let him make fun of some poor kid.

He scoffs loudly at the threat. “Like you could.” He looks you up and down slowly, a cocky smirk on his face, and you shudder at the way those red eyes drag across your form shamelessly.

“Wanna bet?” you challenge teasingly, silently glad that your heels are giving you just a little extra height right now. “You scared, Ground Zero?” you continue when he chuckles under his breath.

Katsuki braces his arms against the top of your desk and leans forward until he’s in your face. “I’d like to see you try, short stuff,” he says, low and a little husky, and for a second, you think your brain might short-circuit.

Forcing your gaze away from Katsuki’s teasing one, your eyes end up finding Shouto. He’s standing a little straighter than before, dual-colored brows furrowed as he stares at Katsuki with a flicker of irritation that disappears as soon as he feels your gaze on him. Those icy eyes flicker to you, unintentionally pinning you in place. Your breath catches.

Clearing your throat, you pull away from the magnetizing gaze as white hot electricity buzzes through you. “Midoriya is ready whenever you’d like to go in,” you inform them, hoping your voice sounds even. “He knew you were coming, so you shouldn’t need to knock.” With that, you reach for your phone again, debating if you should call back Fujikaze now or wait until he’s possibly calmed down.

Katsuki doesn’t let you get far. “Some assistant you are,” he drawls almost lazily, slipping a hand into his pocket. “Not even gonna let him know we’re here?”

From the corner of your eye, you see Seiji watching the three of you intently, his blue eyes jumping rapidly from you to Katsuki to Shouto in fascination. There’s a quip about Katsuki just wanting to stare at your ass on the tip of your tongue, but you bite it back, not wanting to taint the poor intern’s virgin ears. Besides, you have to remain at least somewhat professional, even if these are your friends.

You glare at Katsuki as you shift out from around the desk. Your heels click against the tile floor as you walk towards Izuku’s office. Behind you, their steps are quieter, muffled, but still recognizable. Katsuki’s self-satisfied smirk is something you can practically feel against your back.

Knocking twice on the door before opening it, you pop your head in just in time to see Izuku gazing almost wistfully at an All Might action figure before he flushes and quickly shoves it back into the top drawer of his desk. You’re sure the amusement shows on your face when you tell him, “Ground Zero and Shouto are here to see you, Deku.”

His eyes light up when he sees the men standing behind you. “Kacchan! Todoroki!”

“What did I tell you about calling me that? Fuckin’, Deku,” Katsuki grumbles as you step out of the way to let him through. He’s glaring at Izuku half-heartedly, much to Izuku’s amusement, and you roll your eyes as you twist on your heel to return to your desk while the longtime rivals start to argue playfully.

You gasp as you nearly crash into Shouto’s chest, the Hero closer than you thought. A big hand reaches out to steady you as you wobble on your heels, his palm gripping your waist in a firm, yet gentle, hold. His touch is hot even through your dress, and you inhale sharply at the deliciously warm contact.

“Careful now,” he murmurs, voice deeper than usual. Izuku and Katsuki’s bickering seems muffled by the quiet lull of his voice. Humor flickers in Shouto’s eyes and, very carefully, he shifts you so that you’re almost blocked from looking into Izuku’s office. “You wouldn’t want to fall.”

It takes a second too long for you to find your voice. “You’re right,” you say a little breathlessly. He’s so close that you can smell his cologne, light and fresh, though you can’t quite figure out what it is. “Bakugou would never let me live it down.”

He doesn’t laugh, but you’ve known him long enough to recognize the amusement in his eyes. Slowly, and so gently that you almost don’t notice, his grip tightens on your waist.

“Oi, hurry the fuck up, Icy Hot!” Katsuki barks when Shouto hesitates too long in the doorway.

As usual, Shouto ignores him, still staring down at you with a look in his eyes that makes you shiver. The tip of his pinky brushes against your hip and you find yourself leaning into the gentle heat. His eyes rip away from yours as he clears his throat. Shouto glances behind you suddenly, and you follow his gaze to the intern still sitting behind your desk, awestruck and grinning like an idiot. You place a delicate hand on his bicep, drawing his attention away from the giddy teenager with a soft squeeze. “Something wrong, Shouto?”

His gaze snaps back to you as quickly as it left, and those mismatched eyes almost steal your breath as they jump between your own eyes and the fingers curled around his upper arm. Swallowing, he glances at Seiji once again.

When he does speak, his voice is low. Shouto’s breath tickles the shell of your ear, and you can hear the nearly imperceptible tinge of humor. “Is that Midoriya’s secret love child, or something?”

Barely smothering a giggle, you shove him towards Izuku’s office as you shake your head. His lips twitch into a barely there smile.

“Yuna,” he calls you back before you can slip away, the sound of your name on his tongue making heat curl through you. Shouto is as shameless as Katsuki in the way his eyes drag down your body, taking in every inch of you like he wants to commit everything to memory, and you can practically feel the path his eyes take like it’s a physical touch. By the time his eyes find yours again, your chest is tight with something you don’t want to put a name to. “You look beautiful today,” he tells you in a voice barely above a whisper.

Only then, does he let you go. Shouto’s hand falls back to his side, but the heat from his palm is still burning into your side, like fire left in his wake. Your hand slips from his arm just as slowly, trailing down the length of his arm so that your fingers brush before you let him go.

Shouto looks like he wants to say something else, but he shakes his head and offers you a small smile and a nod before stepping into Izuku’s office and walking over to his friends.

You close the door behind you, a shaky sound leaving you as you lean back against the solid surface.

Seiji is staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth open in a small “o”. When he realizes he’s been caught, he yelps and grabs the nearest file on the desk, opening it to a random page.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“Nope!”

The rest of the day was a blur. Before you knew it, your paperwork was done, and it was time for you to leave, though you stayed to chat with Izuku a moment before leaving. His smile was tight all afternoon after Shouto and Katsuki left, and it stayed that way until the moment you stepped out the door.

You could hear the yelling earlier, mostly from Katsuki, of course, but you were surprised to hear a harsh edge to Shouto’s voice as he responded, even if you couldn’t make out what they were saying. At that point, you sent Seiji home, and the meeting between the three Heroes ended soon after, much earlier than usual.

Katsuki stormed out first, cursing under his breath and stomping towards the elevator. He barely spared you a glance as he left, but for a second, you thought his gaze softened when he saw you. Shouto was quieter as he left, a tightness around his eyes, but he nodded at you before disappearing after Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t mention whatever argument they must have had, and you didn’t press. It was none of your business.

You’re barely out of the office before your phone is ringing with the obnoxious tone that you reserve for one person. Fishing your phone from your purse, you’re quick to accept the call without a second thought. “Hello, Mina,” you greet the bubbly woman calmly as you cross the street.

“What are you wearing right now?” she asks, ignoring your greeting entirely.

A bemused frown slips onto your face, and you sigh. “Mina…” you trail off with a shake of your head. A small part of you wants to ask why she’s curious, but a larger part says it’s better not to question it. Mina has always been a little eccentric, which is something you’ve always loved about her, but sometimes it can be exhausting.

She giggles. You can practically picture the grin on her face. “I bet it’s something sexy,” she teases. “You aren’t wearing anything naughty, are you?”

“I just got off work,” you remind her, assuming that’s why she chose to call now. “What do you think I’m wearing?” Absently, you glance down at the plum colored dress you’re wearing: form-fitting and pretty, but still professional. Izuku isn’t strict when it comes to dress codes, but you have more than just your own image to worry about.

She scoffs. “I’ve seen your office clothes. It’s definitely something sexy. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” You hear the tell-tale sound of Mina flopping dramatically onto the nearest piece of furniture and roll your eyes. She sighs loudly. “Midoriya sure is lucky to get to see your pretty face every day.”

Your lips quirk into a smile without your permission. “Is there something you want or are you just trying to proposition me?”

“I mean if you want to…” she trails off suggestively.

A snort escapes you. “I don’t think Kirishima would like that very much,” you say, reminding her of her longtime boyfriend. The two have been dating since their third year at UA and are disgustingly cute together. Besides, you’d hate to be a homewrecker.

“He doesn’t have to know.” Mina giggles, only to stop abruptly with a gasp. “Oh! Better yet, maybe he could—”

You cut her off before she can finish the thought. “I’m hanging up now.”

It’s an empty threat, but Mina reacts immediately.

“No!” she whines, dragging out the word as long as she can. “I’ll behave!” Her try at sincerity is offset by the torrent of giggles she’s unable to smother, and you find yourself grinning as well. “Yaomomo wanted me to call and make sure you’re still on for tonight at her place. We know you’ve been busy with work and the charity event you’re planning for Midoriya, so if you can’t make it tonight, we totally understand, girl.” She pauses. “But if you cancel, Ochako and I are going to break into your apartment and kidnap you anyway.”

“That’s not very heroic of you, Pinky. Eraserhead would be so disappointed.” Frankly, you’re surprised Mina’s class didn’t send him into early retirement. “What was the plan for tonight again?”

“Movies, wine, and talking about boys. The usual.”

Perfect. That’s exactly what you need after… whatever it is that happened today. “You know what? That sounds great right now.”

Mina squeals. “Yay! Great! I’ll let Yaomomo know right away. What time do you think you’ll be over?”

You hum as you head for the train, trying to estimate the time. “Probably an hour? I have to drop off some files at home and change, but that should be it.”

“Perfect. Tsu got held up with Sirius—you know, wedding planning and all—and Toru has a date tonight, so it’ll just be the five of us.”

You grin. “I’ll bring the wine.”

It’s a few hours later when you find yourself squished onto a couch with Ochako and Kyouka, pleasantly tipsy as you listen to Mina dramatically recount the events of her recent date with Kirishima that somehow involved a one-hundred-and-twenty count pack of crayola crayons, an elderly chihuahua, and a leopard-print shower curtain—you’re a little afraid to ask the logistics of it all—when your phone vibrates in your pocket for what must be the fifth time tonight.

Finally resigning yourself to check your messages, you wiggle just enough to fish your phone out from under you as the conversation shifts to Toru’s date for the night. The newest message makes you smile immediately, a simple text from Izuku telling you to have fun tonight with too many emojis and exclamation points that you know the rest of the girls must have gotten, too. There’s also one from Iida reminding you to drink responsibly that has your eyes rolling, but it’s the last two notifications that make you freeze.

Shouto and Katsuki’s names make your stupid heart flutter on sight. The messages are virtually the same: have fun, be safe, and call if you’ll need a ride home after. You choke up as you glance over the texts again, your entire chest feeling uncomfortably tight, like there’s a sudden weight curling around your ribcage and squeezing. You blame the wine. The texts are nothing out of the ordinary. You’ve accepted rides from both of them before so tonight shouldn’t be any different.

But it is, a small part of you says. It’s different for you. But you’ve known them both too long to fuck up a perfectly good thing.

“What about you, babe?” Ochako leans over Kyouka to poke your arm, jolting you back to the conversation. “Any men in your life we should know about?”

With that thought in mind and the welcome distraction, you turn off your phone and shove it back into your pocket without responding, even though you know it’ll just make them worry. “Hardly. You know I don’t have time to date right now.” It’s not exactly a lie with how busy you’ve been, but it’s certainly not the main reason. “Besides, I’m not interested in anyone,” you continue.

Kyouka’s expression is sly when she glances at you over the rim of her drink. “That’s not what I heard from Denki. Apparently he saw some pretty interesting things last week. A lunch date, perhaps?”

“Kaminari is full of shit,” you remind her. Already you can feel a flush creeping down your neck. You didn’t know anyone saw you and Shouto. Not that it’s a big deal. Just two friends grabbing lunch. Nothing else.

On the other couch, Mina sits up with a loud gasp. “Wait, which one are we talking about? Bakugou or Todoroki? You’re such a player, Yuna!”

“Todoroki,” Kyouka says before you can protest. “But you’re right, Mina, Bakugou definitely likes her too.”

You roll your eyes. “He does not.”

Ochako leans forward to look at you, shaking her head. “Izuku seems to think Bakugou genuinely likes you.” Her smile widens mischievously. “Apparently, he’s very honest when he’s drunk.”

“Eiji told me the same thing,” Mina chimes in.

“Bakugou wants to fuck me, there’s a difference.” You only sound a little bit bitter when you say it, and the girls see right through you.

“I mean, you aren’t wrong,” Kyouka agrees begrudgingly, looking at you out of the corner of her eyes, “but he definitely likes you more than that. If you two just wanted to screw, I’m sure you would have done it by now.”

You make a face at that but can’t disagree as you reach for your wine glass, downing most of it because you’re definitely going to need it. A part of you hates that she’s right. You certainly could have had some hot, casual sex with Katsuki in the past. He’s never been shy about flirting with you, even if he used to be a hell of a lot worse at it, and you’ve never done a thing to deter him, but one or both of you have always backed off before it can get any further than that, unwilling to risk it. Katsuki is hot, sure, but not hot enough for you to sleep with your friend if it won’t go anywhere.

A low hum from across the room catches your attention. Your gaze flicks to Momo, who’s been quiet so far. There’s a contemplative look on her face, her eyes narrowed in deep thought and her lips set into a firm line. “As does Todoroki,” she says eventually. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at her.” Momo doesn’t elaborate at all, but Ochaoko, Mina, and Kyouka all nod like they know exactly what she means.

Mina looks at Ochako. “Didn’t Midoriya say they hugged today?” she asks, like you’re not sitting right there across from her. “Right there in front of his office? In front of his intern?” She glances at you then, mockingly scandalized. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“It wasn’t a hug,” you argue immediately. “It was…” you trail off awkwardly, trying to find the right word, but nothing better comes to mind. You can’t exactly explain what happened without making it sound like he cradled you in his arms while you felt up his biceps. “It wasn’t a hug,” you repeat as you cross your arms, pointedly not looking at any of them.

“Aww, you’re blushing!”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“So, which one would you rather see naked?”

That last one makes you nearly choke on your drink. “Mina!” Your wide-eyed look makes her cackle. She throws her hands up defensively at your glare. Kyouka and Ochako are already snickering at your expense, and you glare at them too. At least Momo has the decency to look scandalized by the unprovoked attack. Some friends you have.

“It’s a fair question!” Mina tucks her feet beneath her, cups her chin, and pretends to think, weighing her options. “Personally, I think I’d rather see—”

You groan. “Please stop talking.”

Kyouka shakes her head as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, glancing over a text quickly. “What would poor Kirishima say if he heard you thirsting over his friends like this?”

Mina shrugs. “He’d probably talk about their manly physiques.”

“Shit, you’re right. You got me there.” Kyouka sighs and sends a text before sliding her phone back into her pocket. She stands up suddenly, stretching her arms over her head and looking a little more flushed than she was a minute ago. “I’ll be back. Denki wants attention.” Carefully, she maneuvers around your legs, heading for the hallway.

“Don’t have phone sex in the bathroom again,” you call after her.

She flips you the bird.

Momo stands as well. “And I should go check on the brownies.” For a second, you swear she looks pointedly at Ochako, but then she smiles and claps her hands together and the moment is gone. Momo glances at her seat companion. “Mina, would you accompany me to the kitchen?”

“What? But I—”

“Shut it, Pinky,” Kyouka snaps from out in the hallway.

Mina pouts but allows Momo to pull her out of the living room and across the hall, the pair speaking in hushed whispers.

The sudden silence is heavier than normal. You glance across the couch to where Ochako is still sitting.

Ochako tucks her legs beneath her and looks at you from the other end of the couch. Her eyes are narrowed and there’s an unfamiliar pensive look on her face as she looks you up and down. You meet her stare with one of your own and cross your arms, daring her to say what’s on her mind now that the two of you are alone.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Ochako clears her throat. “You know,” she starts in a slow drawl, “Izuku told me something interesting today.” When you groan, a grin splits across her face, making her look very much like the cat that got the cream.

“Please, don’t,” you beg, downing the rest of your drink. You glance over your shoulder with a wince, suddenly glad that the other girls are gone.

Ochako continues as if you didn’t speak. “He said Bakugou and Todoroki have been having a…” she trails off, searching for the right word, “disagreement, so to speak. Apparently, things were a little tense during their meeting today.” Her mischievous smile disappears. “They’ve both been flirting with you for ages, you know. You can’t say you haven’t noticed either. Neither of them are exactly subtle about it.”

“I know.” You sigh and rake your fingers through your loose hair, fiddling with the rim of your empty glass with your free hand. Your own expression sobers and suddenly you wish you had another shot in front of you. “What am I supposed to do, Ochako?” you ask so softly she can barely hear you. “I don’t want to lead either of them on, but…”

You clam up before you can finish, already knowing how ridiculous you’ll sound once you say it out loud. It’s not something you’ve ever admitted to any of the girls, despite how often they tease you about the two powerhouses from their class.

“But?” Ochako prods gently, like she knows exactly what’s on your mind.

Another sigh. You set your glass down on the coffee table and curl your legs towards your chest, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “I like both of them,” you say bluntly, grimacing as the words spill out. “I really do. And I know that makes me sound like some indecisive teenager going through an angsty phase—and I’m not going to sit here and whine and wax poetic about them, but they’re both great guys. You know that. They’re both intelligent and funny in their own ways. They’re great Heroes. Bakugou is… well, he’s Bakugou, but he’s charming in his own way. Todoroki is the same way. And, I mean, I’m not fucking blind, you know? They’re ridiculously hot, and it’s kind of unfair.” You finally force yourself to look at Ochako who looks caught between sympathetic and amused. “I’d be lucky to date either one of them.”

She reaches out to pat your arm, her lips quirking upward. “I think they’d be pretty lucky to date you too. You’re pretty hot yourself.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Thanks.”

Ochako shuffles closer to you, taking Kyouka’s abandoned spot and pressing her shoulder against yours. “So, what do you want to do? You know we’ll all support you either way, right?”

The reassurance brings a small smile to your face, and you nod before dropping your head to rest on her shoulder. “I mean, I was just planning on eating ice cream, crying, and avoiding making life altering decisions for as long as possible.”

“Yuna!” Ochako giggles and shoves you off her shoulder. When you whine, she sends you a mock disapproving look. “Be serious!”

You smother a groan, wanting nothing more than to shove your face into the couch cushions and avoid this conversation entirely. “What do you want me to say, Ochako? That I’d like to let both of them have their way with me?”

An excited squeal from behind you makes you flinch in your seat. With wide eyes, you whip around on the couch. Horror shoots through you as your eyes lock on an ecstatic Mina, Momo and Kyouka hovering in the living room entrance behind her.

“I fucking knew it!” Mina gasps, clapping her hands together and practically jumping up and down.

You sigh and drop your head back onto Ochako’s shoulder. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you murmur.

She pats the top of your head gently.

Mina skips around the edge of the couch and flops down dramatically, already whipping out her phone as Momo and Kyouka settle onto the other sofa across from you, small, matching smiles on their faces. They’ve never teased you as openly as Mina or Ochako, but just because they haven’t said it out loud doesn’t mean they haven’t thought it.

“You’re being dramatic, Mina,” Kyouka says, folding her arms behind her head on the back of the couch. “It’s not like she was very good at hiding it.” She smirks at you, and you flip her the bird, making Ochako giggle.

Momo remains silent but has to politely cover her mouth with her hand to hide a smile.

Mina waves Kyouka off with a flick of her wrist. “Eijirou owes me twenty,” she tells all of you excitedly. Wiggling in her seat, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, excitedly beginning to type.

You lurch away from Ochako with a horrified gasp. “You are not telling Kirishima about this!” Mortified, you nearly lunge across Ochako’s lap to slap the cellphone out of Mina’s hands, to which she whines loudly. Mina pouts but makes no attempt to grab her phone off the floor.

The glare you send her is half-hearted; her smile comes back full force.

“So, when you say you want them to have their way with you, are we talking separately, or, like, at the same time? Because, to be honest, that’s totally a sandwich I wouldn’t mind getting between.”

Ochako snorts, Kyouka rolls her eyes, and Momo looks particularly scandalized at Mina’s comment.

“I’m too sober for this,” you murmur, shifting on the couch so that you can toss your legs over Ochako’s lap. Blindly, you grope for one of Momo’s throw pillows on the floor. Maybe it’s not too late to smother yourself with it. Frankly, you’d take death over the turn this conversation is taking. You’re loath to admit how much you agree with Mina on the whole sandwich thing—and you know what, maybe you have had enough to drink tonight.

The thought must be clear on your flushed face because Kyouka sends you a knowing look. “Definitely at the same time,” she says.

This time you go through with the smothering plan. The poor pillow is crushed against your face, muffling your words when you ask, “Why am I friends with any of you?” Obviously, you know the answer. These ladies have been with you for the better part of your young adult life, and you wouldn’t trade any of them for the world, but sometimes you really want to strangle them with your bare hands.

Ochako pulls the pillow away from your face and tosses it aside with a smile, making you pout.

“Bitch, you love us,” Mina jokes, throwing you a playful wink.

Kyouka leans forward, resting her chin against her palm. “Besides, who else would put up with your dramatic ass?”

“Kyouka,” Momo chides despite her growing smile.

Ochako giggles and reaches out to poke your cheek. “We do it because we love you.”

Still pouting, you sigh. “I know.” Despite their teasing, you know they only want the best for you, and you appreciate that more than you’d ever be able to put into words. “You guys are the worst. I love you, too.”

“So…” Mina trails off purposefully, pretending to be engrossed with something on her phone—probably Kirishima. “You never answered the question, my dear.”

“Which question is that?” Right now you’re desperately hoping that playing dumb will work. As much as you’d like to continue dissecting your love life—or lack thereof—you can think of at least a dozen things you’d rather be doing. And that short list includes letting Mineta suck on your toes.

“Personally, I’d like an answer to which one you’d rather see naked, but admitting you want to have a threesome with two of the sexiest Pro Heroes of our generation is also acceptable.”

One of your eyebrows quirks upward. “Just of our generation?”

“Aizawa is a fox.” The other girls protest in varying degrees of disgust and Mina crosses her arms. “Why are you booing me, I’m right!”

You bite back a smile as Kyouka pretends to gag. “I have to agree with Mina on that one,” you confess, only half joking. You turn to said girl. “Tell us more about your hot fantasies about Eraserhead.”

“Hey now,” Mina jabs a finger in your direction. “Don’t think you can wiggle out of this one that easily, missy. You’re not distracting me this time. I demand answers about your little love triangle.”

“If I play dumb a little longer will you drop it?”

Mina bats her eyelashes. “Not a chance.”

Suddenly, your mood sobers more than you were expecting. Maybe it’s the wine finally getting to you, or the text messages you’ve been ignoring, or the way that as soon as Shouto and Katsuki stepped into your office today you felt an undeniable warmth flood through you. Just seeing them made everything feel just a little bit better. And now that the girls have started to pry into those feelings, you don’t know if there’s any going back for you. No more ignoring that little feeling in your chest until it goes away.

“Can we please not talk about this tonight?” you ask. The question comes out far softer than you meant it to, and the other girls frown when they see the expression on your face. You can only imagine how pathetic you must look right now.

They exchange a few looks before four pairs of eyes settle back on you, a mix of thoughtful and reassuring.

“Yuna,” Momo calls your name gently, idly playing with her fingers in her lap. She waits for you to look up before she continues. “I’m sure we already know the answer, but…” Another pause. “Do they both make you happy?” The look in your eyes gives you away, and she nods slowly, pondering something else. “In that case, could you be happy with both of them?” A faint blush creeps across Momo’s cheeks but she doesn’t break eye contact with you.

Your frown only deepens. “Momo, what are you—oh.” It hits you a moment too late, and you blink at her stupidly. “Oh!” For a second, you think your entire body is about to combust, and Ochako reaches over to pat your hand as your mouth moves soundlessly.

Kyouka isn’t quite as tactful. “She’s saying just date both of them, you loser.”

You point a finger in her direction. “First of all: rude and uncalled for.” She rolls her eyes. “And I don’t think it’s that simple, Kyouka.” In theory it might be the easiest solution, but already you can think of at least fifty different things that could go horribly wrong if you were to ever bring that up in conversation. Having worked with Heroes for the last three years, you know how the media likes to gossip, and you’re sure they’d have a field day over the Heroes Ground Zero and Shouto being in relationships, let alone with the same person.

Kyouka doesn’t seem to agree. “It is if you want it to be.”

“Are you saying you have experience with this kind of thing?” Ochako asks, brow furrowing.

“Hell no. You think I could handle two of Denki?”

“Seriously though.” Mina reaches out and grabs your ankle, tugging to get your attention. Her grin is blinding. “Girl, think about the sex. The stamina! Let me tell you, if I didn’t have Eiji—”

You tug your ankle out of her grasp. “You think about my sex life way too much, Mina,” you inform the bubbly girl. She’s certainly not wrong, but you’re not going to be the one to tell her that. Between you, Ochako is biting her lip like she’s trying not to laugh, and you jab a finger into her side, making her yelp. “But fine. I’ll bite. Hypothetically, if I did just… date both of them, don’t you think that would be a disaster?” you ask, glancing at the rest of them. “This is Katsuki and Shouto we’re talking about. They don’t exactly play well with others, let alone each other.”

Nevermind that the two have been friends since high school, there’s still very much some weird friendly rivalry going on between the two of them. The last thing anyone needs is for it to become decisively less friendly.

“You won’t know unless you try,” Momo offers encouragingly, ever the pragmatic one.

Ochako nods. “Yeah! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m left heartbroken, alone with fifty cats, and branded a harlot on national television if anyone finds out,” you say, completely deadpan. So you’re dramatic, it happens. “Oh, I could also lose my job.” That’s probably less likely than the others. You’re pretty sure Izuku would cry if he had to fire you.

Mina scoffs loudly. “Oh, please, we would never let you get that many cats!”

“Besides,” Ochako says, beaming down at you and clapping her hands together, “you’ve got us! We’ll support you through all of your bad decisions, no matter what!”

Kyouka and Momo nod encouragingly, both wearing small smiles.

The conversation keeps buzzing through your mind, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. Your thoughts stray to the unanswered texts in your back pocket and Katsuki’s crooked smile and the heat of Shouto’s palm sinking into your side.

With another sigh, you lean into Ochako and allow her to wrap her arm around your shoulders. “I know,” you murmur against her shoulder as she strokes your hair. “I’ll think about it.”

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Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

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--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?”

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...”

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’ Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Kirshima had to stifle the choke that erupted out of his throat as his own saliva sneaked into his larynx, “Ack! Achkaka!” His natural bodily functions were completely forgotten as his brain tried to compute the sudden and drastic information that was just thrown at him.

Bakugou?? Pregnant? He never thought he would hear the words in the same room, let alone the same sentence! The guy hardly ever did anything but work, work out and come home to play video games. He didn’t converse with people. He didn’t get girls pregnant. Girls didn’t even look at him!

In his coughing fit, Kirishima’s speech was also forgone, “I-I- uh.. man that.. wow I…” he tripped and tumbled over his words. He was dreaming. He had to be. Well, either that or he had wandered into some strange episode of the Twilight Zone or something.

Bakugou’s glare at the floor intensified, “I thought she might not be so bad… but I didn’t want to be with her like this,” Kirishima’s eyes widened at the underlying tone of hurt buried under his friend's words, and then they widened even further once he realized what he just said.

Had Bakugou fallen for someone for the first time?? And then his eyes widened the furthest as things finally began to click within his confused mind.

He sucked into a sharp gasp, “You mean that model!?”

Bakugou simply scoffed, finally relieving his glare form the ground and focusing his hot gaze on Kirishima, “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a fucking bitch.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped, “BAKUGOU! That’s the mother of your child! You shouldn’t—”

“She didn’t remember the night at all. I was just another fuck toy for her,” Bakugou stood up and clenched his fists over and over again as if they itched to be slammed against something—tears welling up in his red-hot eyes, “Now tell me if the roles were reversed, how shitty it’d be then, huh?” Kirishima immediately shut his mouth from speaking up anymore as he allowed his friend to release his feelings. It wasn’t often that Bakugou built up enough to let things out this way.

Bakugou scoffed again as he began pacing the room, but Kirishima swore that it had the hint of a cry layered within it somewhere, “they might not even be mine since she likes that ‘fuck toy shit’ so much. That night meant nothing to her…” he threw his arm against the wall, effectively tearing a hole into it

Kirishima jumped a bit from the action as his mind briefly wandered to the security deposit on their lease. He pushed these thoughts away as Bakugou stiffly returned to the bed, his leg bouncing even more fervently than before.

Kirishima simply watched for a moment to allow his friend to simmer down before he spoke up very softly, “But you think it is yours though…”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s, whose eyebrows were furrowed deeply into each other as he stared back.

In all his years of knowing Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have never described his best friend with anything even resembling ‘gullible.’ His gut feeling and instinct were as sharp as ever and hardly ever wrong,

“Must be for a reason then…” he tried to look past the tears that filled up within his best friends eyes but they still left his heart feeling a little heavier than usual, “If you think it’s yours then I’ll have your back no matter what buddy. You’re not alone in this.”

“They.”

“What…” Kirishima eyebrows folded toward the center of his expression.

“She’s having fucking twins.”

“Holy Sh…” Kirishima quickly swallowed his words as he took in the forlorn expression plastered onto his friend’s face. There was no room for him to be shocked right now. He had to be Bakuous ‘rock’ so to speak, “I-I mean congratulations!”

Meanwhile you found yourself studying the woman in the reflection of your mirror. Your eyes trailed every detail of her swollen, red eyes. Then to her hair that was fuller than you had remembered—the beauty of bottled color maybe? You danced over the way that loose strands stuck to the slimy mess of tears and mucosa that had accumulated on your cheeks.

Nasty.

A sharp chuckle came out of you, spittle following not too shortly after, but as it reached your ears it resembled more of a cry.

Okay, that’s enough self loathing for one lifetime.

And with that, you moved away from the mirror; however, as you did so, your sight basically smacked the open cabinet of liquor bottles that you were eyeing earlier.

Okay…. Maybe not quite enough self loathing. Your mouth began watering at the delectable sight. It was a desert after a delicious four course meal. There was always room for more…

With a shake of your head, you brought your hand up to smack these thoughts out of your mind. What was wrong with you? You had been a lot of things in life, but were you really so low to bring yourself to effectively murdering your own children?

That’s what would happen if you drank, right?

You loudly groaned as more tears slipped from your eyes. You really didn’t know shit when it came to this pregnancy thing.

Your mind briefly wondered to Baby Notes Vol 1. You should probably take the time to actually read through it a little. Skimming it wouldn’t kill you.

Physically.

The sudden pounding at your door snapped you almost immediately out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?? Y/N, it’s me!”

With a final pathetic sigh you found yourself gathering up all the alcohol from the cabinets that you could into your arms and placing them in the bathtub before jotting over to the door.

As soon as you opened it Deku barged in and gripped you softly, “I came as soon as you called! What’s up, what's wrong?! Are you okay??” His eyes frantically danced around your wet eyes and red sockets before he allowed them to roam all over you, checking for injury.

He wouldn’t ever think that Kacchan was the type of guy to put his hands on you, especially with how much he’s grown since high school, but the nagging voice in the back of Izuku’s mind fervently reminded him of all of the bruises and burns and numberless emotional scars he accumulated with he was quirkless from his childhood friend.

And here was a woman he deeply cared about-- quirkless—having to spend time alone with said childhood friend.

“What’s wrong??” Izuku found himself repeating as his hands mindlessly wiped the fluid from your cheeks. As soon as he committed the action, however, his face ran completely red and he quickly released you from his grip, so that he could get a grip of himself.

You didn’t notice his slip up, and if you did you sure as hell didn’t care at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand. Two to be exact, “Twins,” you simply said to him as tears began flowing down your cheeks more furiously.

“Huh? Oh… Oh.” Izuku’s eyes went wide as your words sunk in. As soon as he threw you an obviously apologetic glance you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed throwing him a bit off guard as he barely caught you in his arms.

Izuku’s eyes nervously roamed around your home as if he were searching for the right thing to say to you, but as he made contact with an open pantry in your kitchen, his jaw dropped-- your alcohol pantry.

It was far less full than it had been the last time that he visited, “Y/N… What’s with the… have you been drinking?” he pulled you away from his chest and looked seriously into your eyes.

The sight honestly kind of scared you a little—like a 15-year-old being caught with their first beer-- that is, until you remembered that you were innocent as fuck, “No,” you gave a slight chuckle through your tears at the sudden surge of intimidation, “I need your help getting rid of it.”

You walked away from Izuku for a moment, leaving him confused and a bit wary of where this was going, until you returned with a hammer—leaving him even more concerned,

You were aiming for bad ass Harley Quinn vibes, but you were sure that with a dried trail of tears on your cheeks and the force smile splitting your face you came across like more of a psycho ass Harley Quinn. Furthermore, the look on Deku’s face screamed that you were correct (also it screamed ‘GET THIS GIRL IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!’).

“What are you gonna do with THAT?” Izuku squealed.

“I need to get my favorite bottles out of the house. Stat. and you're gonna help me.” At your words, Deku gave a gigantic sigh of relief, but still kept his eyes glued on the hammer in your hands. You noticed and shrugged a bit, “Smashing things is also really cathartic. I am sure you of all people can agree with that.”

“Heh… Yeah. But are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to raise your blood pressure or anything because--”

“Deku. Less talk, more smash,” you threw a towel in your tub to make clean up a little easier, and so you didn't knock a chunk of tile on your bathtub. You gave Deku one last glance. He was still looking very uncertain, but you threw him a short smile before bringing the hammer down onto a bottle of tequila. The bottle instantly shattered, sending bits of glass throughout your tub. You looked up to give Deku an excited glance, and surprisingly, he returned one right back.

“See? Not so bad!”

But you spoke too soon as the scent kicked you in the fucking nose. It was too far to turn back now. You choked down your nausea and handed Deku the Hammer, “You go ahead and get started. I’ll go get another weapon-- I mean… tool,” you corrected yourself after he sent you a terrified stare.

As you made your way back to the after grabbing your second weapon-- I mean tool a sudden thought crossed your mind. Without hesitation, you pulled your phone out and dialed in,

“Hello?”

“Yes. How may I help you today?” Dr. Yamakawa sounded from the other line.

“It’s Y/N…Y/N L/N…” you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to say the ‘p word’ or anything relating to it.

His old ass better take the hint. To your dismay, his old ass did not take the hint, and a long pause of awkward silence filled the air.

You pursed your lips together in annoyance, “Mama Bakugou,” you clarified through gritted teeth, still dancing around the fact that you were a maternity patient of his.

“Ohhhhh!” He exclaimed, causing your face to fall into an expression of disappointment as he continued, “What can I do for you, Mama Bakugou?!”

This mf. You internally ground and fought the urge to facepalm, “Well. I need you to write a doctors note for me.”

“For…?”

“Work?”

“For your pregnancy? Dear, why don’t you just take maternity leave for that?”

“No.” In the moment you shook your head even knowing that he couldn't see you, “I need a few weeks more before I can tell my job about this… situation. I’m a model. They own me through a contract and I didn't exactly add two roommates to the lease on my body...”

There was a pause on the other line, causing your heart to lurch a bit, but things soon went back to normal when he finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll email you something.”

You gave one final thanks (and an internal ‘yessss’) before making your way back to the bathroom, “Hey Deku, sorry it took me so long I was just--” you froze at the sight in front of you. The shirt that Izuku wore was completely drenched in liquid and your tub had a gigantic hole on the side.

Your lips fumbled over themselves as you gawked at the spectacle. Deku could only send you a nervous laugh,

“Uh, hahaaa… Can we be done now? This… this burns,” he rapidly blinked the liquid from his eyes as he glances back down to the lot of broken bottles in your tub before throwing your one more pleading glance.

You choked down a laugh, causing it to flee from you in the form of a snort, “Someone had some pent up aggression, huh?”

In response, his face delved into a deep shade of red, “I.. uh..” he had no idea how to answer you when you looked at him like that-- your lips curved into a stunning smirk of a smile. Izuku promptly cleared his throat, “C-can I take a shower?”

“Obviously not that one-- you're totally fixing that by the way Mr. Big Shot Hero,” with a laugh you swiftly made your way to him and carefully grabbed the hammer from his grasp, looking up to see his face dive even deeper into crismon. You flashed a smile at the display. He really was adorable as hell.

You took in his face bit by bit-- his soft, blushed skin, his freckles cheeks, his round eyes. As you digested his expression you swore you could see an entire forest within his stare. Suddenly your heart pinged.

“Uh, Y/N,” Izuku interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to throb for a different reason as you suddenly realized the proximity of the two of you. You stepped back so fast that your head spun. At least, you hoped that was why your head was spinning,

“You can use my shower.” you said very abruptly as you turned away from him,gesturing him to follow you to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. Your hear throbbed once more. Deep down, you hoped that you were about to have a heart attack or something; however, something within you told you that that probably was not the case. You swallowed hard.

What the fuck was happening?

‘KNOCK kNOCK KNOCK’

The next morning you found yourself stirring awake to a loud succession of banging. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment only before they snapped back shut. The magnet drawing them together and you closer to sleep was much stronger than whatever noise was trying to wake you up, “Mhmfmfm…” you muttered as you rolled over on the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

Izuku, however, was not one to ignore such an obvious noise and he found himself trudging off of the other sofa he slept on to answer whoever was banging on the door.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!’

“Coming!” the green haired man tiredly called out as he launched himself toward the front door and swung it open.

The astounded face on the other side of the entrance soon mirrored his own.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou’s shocked expression very quickly contorted into one of pure rage, “What the hell is going on here?!” He screamed causing you to jolt awake as you threw the blanket over your head. You found yourself fumbling up as Bakugou continued to scream pointed to Deku, “The fuck is he here for??”

You made your way over to the two men- one seemingly terrified, and the other obviously enraged. As your head began lifting from the daze of sleep, you crossed your arms and glared at Bakugou, “He spent the night helping me with something,” you shook your head, trying to free yourself from the oncoming headache, “Hey, better question: why are you here?”

Bakugou seemed to swallow his own tongue as his jaw clenched shut, “I wanted to… uh…” he glared at the ground as he tried to find his next words. Shit. why was this so fucking hard? He should have never listened to that Shitty Hair and come over here. Bakugou scoffed to himself before redirecting his stern gaze back toward you, “Come with me.”

You could only blink.

What kind of caveman talk…You tilted your head as you fleetingly threw a confused glance toward Deku, who only shrugged in response.

Bakugou quickly grew tired of yours and Dekus silent conversation, “You wanna hang out or not??” he growled before throwing another heated finger toward Deku, “And he can’t come.”

“I was just heading out anyways. It’s no big deal really!” Izuku defensively threw his hands up as if to show Bakugou that he was no threat at all. He went to gather a few of his belongings from the sofa he slept on before throwing Bakugou one more gaze-- this one a lot more astute.

A majority of Midoriya’s mind told him that there was nothing to worry about at all, but there was still a small section of him that couldn't shake the memories of how Bakugou treated him as a quirkless child. Izuku knew that he would never hurt you! But… just in case…

“You take care of her Kacchan,” the tone came off pleadingly but the look in his eyes was a bit stern. You had never seen this portion of Deku before and it almost instantly caused your chest to thud, harshly reminding you of last night’s sensations. Shit.

“Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Deku. Those are my kids in there. Not yours. You just remember that,” Bakugou scoffed, causing Izuku’s expression to falter ever so slightly before he fixed it again.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of his statement, “Kacchan, what the f--”

“I guess you’re right, Kacchan,” Izuku began, “Sorry if I crossed a boundary,” he smiled at Bakugou-- who only huffed in return-- and quickly turned to you, making the tightness in your chest worse, “Bye, Y/N!” Izuku smiled, almost too innocently, considering the raging war in your gut at the moment.

You smiled back-- a feeble attempt at masking the inner turmoil ravaging your insides. “Peace, bb,” you gave him a weak hug before gesturing him out of your home. You threw him one final smile before shutting the door. You instantly whipped your head back around the the blonde brat behind you, “What. The. Fuck!?”

“I already told you. I want to hang out.”

“Are you fucking allergic to texting or some shit??” you yelled, “You just waltz in like you own the damn place and demand me to ‘Ohhh ahhh wo-man! come with me, wo-man’,” you renacthed his prehistoric behavior.

Bakugou felt his muscles tighten in response to your taunting. Your loud nature, mixed with the confrontational behavior was reminding him way too much of his own mother. He swore on his life that he would never end up with a woman like her and yet, here he was standing in front of her fucking carbon copy. The thought made him sick as he groaned in frustration,

“Shitty hair was fucking wrong!” Bakugou spat, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he continued, “The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bitching hag like you!!”

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me??” You have heard pretty much every other insult in the book hurdled at you, but ‘hag’ was never one of them. You laughed, “I wasn’t a hag when you fucked me all night, huh?!”

“Yeah? I don't know what was wrong with me then. You are way different when I am not pumped full of alcohol, apparently.”

Your laughter immediately ceased, “Whatever. you came up to me and confessed your love like a raging SIMP, and now all of a sudden I’m a bitch?

“Fuck! Well, I got to know you past a pretty, stupid, fucking face!”

You blinked in shock. The unfamiliar feeling of your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach overwhelmed you as hurt surrounded your face. Practically your entire life, being beautiful has been a mask of sorts for your overwhelming failures. Still, here this man was-- practically a stranger-- seeing past your facade, looking directly into the steaming pile of shit that you truly were. Your eyes suddenly became warm as tears filled them,

“Then why the fuck are you even here, asshole?? TO PISS ME OFF?” you shouted, throwing your hands by your side and clenching them so tightly that your nails dug into your skin.

“BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW ALL OF YOU!” he screamed back. The shocking words fled out from under his harsh tone and stunned you as your brain processed them. You felt your fist unfurl a bit as he continued, “I wanted to know you. Good and bad. Bitchy and not. You're carrying my children… I want to know them,” he finished, almost defeated. This tell of emotion was obviously the last thing he wanted to be doing, you could tell.

Still, it meant a lot for some reason that he felt that he could do this with you “Oh,” you breath out, unable to articulate much else.

“Oh?!” he angrily repeated. Bakugou felt his face shrivel in disgust. He just poured out his being to you once more for you to trample on it like a fucking gymnast mat. However, as Bakugou formed his mouth to say something else, you halted him,

“Go… have a seat,” you gestured to the couch, blinking the accumulating liquid in your eyes away. The blond could only shoot a lone eyebrow up in response, causing you to sigh in exasperation, “Well, Are you just gonna stand there looking like that, or what?” he gave you one final scoff before making his way to one of your couches and seating himself comfortably, propping one of his feet on your coffee table as he glared at the non functioning television.

“Welcome, I guess. I am sure you’ll have no issue making yourself comfortable,” you deadpanned, eyeing his propped up legs, “I’ll go make us some… tea?” you suggested , but no answer came from him, “Tea it is.”

You rolled your eyes before trudging away. You always loved green tea, but for some reason the smell had been killing you lately, so you opted for peppermint tea instead. It was inferior by, far, but it matched the inferior, pathetic life that you had adopted recently.

Jeez. How much self deprecation can you fit into one week? Would this have any effect on the babies? If so, they’d probably come out singing RnB or some shit in the maternity ward. They’d have already stressed dyed hair and an entire Tumblr dedicated to sad aesthetics before they reached their first birthday, for god's sake.

You vehemently shook your head to once again get rid of the oncoming headache that snuck in with these disgusting thoughts, “So Kacchan!” you called out as you walked back to the living room, “What do you wanna know?”

“Don’t call me that,” he simply barked.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that name. I fucking hate it.”

You snorted and took a seat next to his glaring figure. You tried not to notice how he shifted further away from you as you sat down, “I am sure Deku disliked being called worthless his whole life too,” you smirked up at him, “I bet he fucking hated it.”

The atmosphere seemed to once more shift into a much heavier tone after your statement and the room fell quiet for a few beats. Bakugou’s small glare morphed into a much more forced one. It was as if he was trying to use the glare to hide another feeling, you noticed.

Finally, he spoke, “How much do you know.”

You tilted your head into another shrug, “Enough to know that you probably hate the fact that I am quirkless.”

His face contorted into one of pure disgust as the glareful mask he wore faded away like yesterday’s lunch. “I don’t give a fuck,” he argued, but the look you sent him showed no sign of believing it. Bakugou’s disgust deepened, but he made sure to control it enough to where you didn't know that it was directed towards himself.

“Oh really? Let’s see if you can keep that same energy when one of your kids pops out without that flashy quirk of yours,” Of course his face fell, just as you suspected it would. Just like it had for multiple other men you had told.

Most men’s pride utterly shrivels into dust as soon as the pretty girl in front of them-- the one that they fantasize about having a dream life with-- ends up telling them that they are quirkless. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, the men's dreamy gaze effectively shatters alongside their hopes and dreams concerning you.

Nobody wants to pass weakness onto their children.

“You know what? I think I’ll go first,” you snapped him out of the uncomfortable, uncharacteristic silence, and he gave you an irritated, questioning glance, “You wanted to play 20 questions with me, or whatever. No limitations, okay? And I have the first question for you,” you explained before sending him a challenging gaze, “How could someone so full of hate truly aspire to be a hero?”

You expected him to blow up at you-- to scream, and yell and argue that you were wrong.

Yet.

The slightly apologetic, yet stern look on his face threw you for an absolute loop, “I wanted to win.” he simply answered. Somehow his matter of a factness was worse for you than any furious defensive scenario you had conjured in your mind, but as you went to open your mouth with a roll of your eyes, he halted you,

“That was when I was younger, “ he sharply clarified, “I wanted to win more than anything. To be better than everyone else—and that hasn’t changed but there's more to it now. I have to protect the people I care about—like my idiot roommates—I want to make sure we all come home safe by the end of the night.”

Once again he had thrown you off with a surprisingly normal non-caveman response, “That was actually…”

“My turn,” Bakugou abruptly cut you off, “How many men the you fuck this past few months?”

Your jaw dropped.

And back to Neanderthal you mother fucking guess! “Are you fucking kiddin—”

“You said no limitations,” he gruffly stated.

You bit your tongue and shot him a glare that could match his own before giving a sharp sigh, “Four during the last year. You were the last and the only one during the month I… conceived,” you swallowed as the word left a bitter taste in your mouth, “My turn. What about you?”

“What.”

“How many women the past year?”

“Why the hell does it matter?” Bakugou argued. Your eyes shot down to his body as it shifted around even further from you. From his body language you could tell that his answer was sure to be outrageously high.

He was an extremely attractive guy after all. Those rippling arms were nothing to fuck around with. His red hot eyes could melt steel beams with a passing glance. The chisel of his permanently hardened expression could slice through even the most secured of panties.

Yes. and there was no denying that he was a sex god in his own right.

It also didn't help that his temperament sucked, so you doubted he had had many long term relationships. He had all of the ingredients of a man whore stirring within him.

“I’m just curious,” you shrugged.

Bakugou threw his glare away from you for a moment as he contemplated on whether or not to answer your stupid question. He had his own questions to ask you still so he guessed that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted his answers,“...One.”

Your jaw dropped, “Seriously?” as his face fell into a furious shade of red you were smacked with a sudden realization,

“Kacchan, did you... lose your virginity to m...?” He glared even further away from you, but you could still see his ears falling even deeper into red-- effectively giving you your answer, “Oh my…” he trailed off. No wonder he was so fucking head over heels for you! Through your discomfort a horribly timed joke flew past your lips,

“You knocked her up on the first try huh? You’ve got some super swimmers,” you half laughed, but Bakugou obviously didn't find anything funny about it as he snarled angrily as you,

“Shut up!” he barked, throwing a pillow at you, “My turn. What’s up with you and that shitty Deku?”

The pillow hit you, but it was really his question that had smacked you in the face. Your chest thudded, and you prayed to whoever was listening that he couldn't see the racing of your heart, “He’s just a friend! A really good friend to me. Probably my first actual friend ever,” you said this as a joke, but obviously forgot who you were talking to.

“You didn’t make any in high school?” Bakugou’s face twisted up disbelievingly.

“Never went. Couldn’t afford the tuition...” now it was you who was uncomfortably shifting from him.

“Your parents didn’t help you out?”

“Slow down there, buckaroo,” you laughed, but his face remained as stern as ever as you continued, “That’s like three questions In a row for you. My turn.”

Luckily he caught the hint and didn't press upon the subject any further.

Through the night, you found out a lot of things about him. He was actually younger than you by a few years at twenty years old. His parents were both fashion designers (probably the biggest fucking shock to you considering his choice of black shirts and flannels) and that he was working on making his own hero agency since he had already climbed up the ranks in Japan.

Your game, however, was cut short by the growling of your stomach.

Bakugou almost immediately stood up, surprising you as he walked to your kitchen. Well, you did say ‘make yourself at home’ but this was a little upfront wasn't it? He soon yelled to you from the kitchen as you sat in shock still, “What do you have to eat in this shit hole?!”

Shit hole? You glance around at the decorations and clean atmosphere that you pride yourself on. That jerk. Your house was not a shit hole! “You can eat shit if you want. I’m not hungry.”

“The hell are you talking about? I just heard your stomach growling.”

You shrugged, “Just indigestion. I get a lot of stomach issues with these things inside of me,” the sudden clanging of pots and pan in your kitchen startled you, “What the hell are you doing??” you called out before marching to your kitchen.

You found him rummaging through your cabinets, stopping momentarily to judgmentally eye your still plentiful liquor cabinet for a moment before moving on, “You can starve yourself all you fucking want, but you're not fucking starving my kids.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his accusation, “I’m not starving.”

“You think I’m fucking blind?”

“I have to stay in shape for work. Just like you I am sure,” you walked up to him and grabbed a bicep for demonstration, but he quickly threw your hand away from him as his face fell into a bout of shock. He quickly regained himself,

“Whatever,” he grunted before swinging open your refrigerator.

“What are y—Hey!” you yelped as he began haphazardly throwing food onto one of your counters.

“Is all you have in here rabbit food? Jesus fucking Christ,” he ignored your cries and began throwing certain items together and heating up a pot of water.

You couldn't help but blink at the display. He seemed pretty natural in the kitchen and that in itself was unnatural considering his caveman persona, “You... cook?” you felt uneasy.

“You don’t?”

Honestly, your diet consisted of salads and ramen since you were 15, so cooking wasn't a necessity. You reluctantly shook your head at him.

He looked completely disappointed and disgusted with you but, hey, what else is new? Bakugou scoffed, “Well you’re gonna have to learn how now. Pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes at him. If you wanted fucking Gordon Ramsey bitching you around in the kitchen you would have clicked on that stupid ad that always popped up on your Youtube. Then again, Bakugou was more of a Guy Fieri with that spiky hair of his.

Whatever.

You guessed learning how to cook one meal wouldn't be too terrible,

“What are you stirring the water for if you didn’t put anything in it yet?”

“It helps it heat up faster, idiot.”

“Do you actually throw the noodles on the wall to see if they’re finished?”

Bakugou threw you a frown, “If you’re a fucking dumbass,” he said, moving you aside as he began stirring a saucer filled with vegetables. He completely disregarded your yelp as he moved you as a parade of thoughts bombarded his mind.

He would have to come over more and keep you and his kids fed if you truly didn’t know how to cook. He scoffed and his stirring hand more slightly more erratically with frustration. What kind of grown woman didn't know how to cook pasta?

His thoughts were halted by a loud squelch that sounded through the air. He immediately threw his gaze up to the wall in front of his face and his expression fell at the sight. He growled, snapping his gaze back toward you by the pot of pasta, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his furious glare danced between you and the wet noodle that stuck to the wall.

“I wanted to see if it would actually stick! Don’t get your balls in a twist, it was one noodle!”

“So damn wasteful,” Bakugou ground his teeth as he frustratedly scrapped the starchy pasta off of your wall. He opened his mouth to tell you just this, but immediately snapped it back shut as he felt something being thrown at his head, “that better not be what I think it is…” he snarled through his teeth as he eyed food dangling from one of the spines of his hair.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s not a worm,” you laughed, but your giddiness was soon cut off as a hot noodle was thrown back in your direction. You could only blink as it stuck itself on your nose.

“Hmph,” the corners of Bakugou’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “It’s a good look on you, noodle face,” You laughed but once again was cut off. The brief sound of his laugh coinciding with your own shocked you.

His smile slowly died down as he caught wind of you gawking at him. He cleared his throat, “Are you done being a child? I’m ready to enjoy my good ass cooking.”

However, you didn't answer him as you once again found a smile creeping onto your face. He rolled his eyes and began making himself a plate of food, but he quickly grew tired of you smiling at him like some bimbo,

“What?!” He snapped, “You want another noodle to the face.”

You shook your head as you shuffled past him to serve yourself a plate, “No.. just you have a nice laugh.”

He scoffed, “That all you're eating?” he completely disregarded your comment but you decided to let it die too,

“I don’t see you with any food on your plate,” you shrugged, “I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you,” you winked at him before setting down at the table.

The night went pretty well after that. So well, in fact, that the two of you decided to have “parental meetings” every few days so that Bakugou could teach you how to cook. You ended up learning how to make 10 more dishes within the next three weeks.

Bakugou and you didn't exactly become close, but there were far less screaming matches than there had been in your first few meetings. You still didn't know him very well, but he wasn't necessarily a stranger anymore.

It was… nice.

The next check up came very quickly because of your lack of employment and your dates-- err um… “parental meetings” with Bakugou.

“Your twins should be about the size of avocados now! We’ll check again with a routine ultrasound. We do have the DNA tests in for you all so I’ll just go and run for those real quick.. well walk briskly. You don’t do an awful lot of running at my age.”

“I don’t do an awful lot of running now,” you joked, and Bakugou sent you a stern glare that screamed, ‘don’t encourage him.’ you shrugged as the doctor walked out of the room.

It was silent for what seemed like forever. You and Bakugou still weren't very good at sparking conversations, but eventually he spoke up as you laid back on the exam table, “You're really fucking showing now.”

You brows instantly came together, high fiving each other in your state of being roasted, “Thanks...” you deadpanned.

The look on your face sent a wave of hurt through the blond’s heart.

What the hell. It was like he felt your hurt. For the first time in a long time, Bakugou actually regretted his choice of words. He glared at the ground as he attempted to change the subject, “You’ve been eating, right?”

“How else Would I be sitting here, looking fat and talking to you, Kacchan.”

“I told you don’t call me that,” he paused, as if he were really considering his next statement, “Call me Katsuki,” he finally dragged out.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Kacchan.”

Just as Bakugou open his mouth the no doubt scream at you, Dr. Yamakawa entered the room,

“Mama Bakugou! We have some really good news. Everything seems fine with the twins according to the DNA testing. One is a little small right now, but it’s completely normal for there to be a dominant twin so to speak. No genetic abnormalities or health concerns,” you saw Bakgou visibly stiffen at this before relaxing as the doctor continued, “’Cept for you.”

You shook your head, blinking heavily as if you’d just been punched in the brow, “Me?”

“You do have a concerning BMI—you tend to lean a little towards underweight. I understand you are in the profession of modeling correct,” he said very, curtly, “You need to add more calories to your daily intake. You wont need to ‘eat for three” as they say, but you do need to put on some substantial pounds or you will risk a premature birth..”

You had no fucking idea what to say to that. ‘Nice?’ ‘Cool beans.’ ‘fucking just give me the mother of the year award already!’ You felt your chest tighten and suddenly you realized you hadn't been breathing. You sucked in abruptly, causing the doctor to take a step towards you,

“You're looking a little flushed there, Mama Bakugou.”

“Well how else is she supposed to respond when you tell her like that, old man?!” Bakugou snapped, causing both you and the doctor to gawk at him.

“Kacchan! What the fuck don’t talk to him like that, jerk!”

Bakugou scoffed, throwing his glare, much more pouty this time-- to the jar of cotton balls on the counter of the office.

“It wouldn't help either of you to sugar coat this, son,” the doctor sighed, “You have made it this far along in her pregnancy. Miscarriage is substantially less likely but if you want to give these babies a better chance, I’d suggest higher caloric intake.”

Needless to say, Bakugou did not leave the doctor's office that day a very pleasant man. He would angrily stalk ahead of you a for a few moments before pausing and grumbling about how ‘fucking slow’ you were as you caught up before the cycle would start all over again. You could only take this for so long, however,

“What!?” you yelled suddenly as the grumbling phase of his cycle began once more, “Will you stop fucking brooding already and speak your mind—”

He instantly snapped his face towards your own to stare into your eyes. You fumbled back a bit as the intense vermilion bore into you. You opened your mouth to speak but his serious expression exclaimed something before yours could,

“I wanna move in with you.”

You paused. You couldn't have fucking heard that right.

He… wants to...

“What…?” you mouthed.

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Midoriya, Izuku, Deku.

A fic in which Katsuki Bakugou falls in love with Izuku but of course, nothing good ever lasts. Especially when someone is cheating.

TW// Cheating, Nsfw, blow job, Self hate :)

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Katsuki hadn’t always been kind to Deku.

The nickname told that. A nickname long forgotten, last used in 2nd year.

He was crude and cruel. He tore him down when they were kids for the sake of security. Feeling better.

But as they grew older Katsuki Matured. They both did- and Midoryia stayed by his side. And Katsuki pushed his denial to the side and finally admitted that maybe Midoryia wasn’t /just/ a friend.

And somehow, Katsuki wasn’t sure how, he’d managed to secure his hold on Izuku. Izuku was his, finally.

And fuck. Fuck he tried so hard to be better. He tried so hard.

Whatever he could to be better. He wanted to be Izuku's reason to smile. He wanted to make up for everything he’d done to the boy in the past. He apologized whenever he could. When Izuku laid his head on Katsukis chest and fingers threaded through green hair, he’d whisper apologizes and promises for the future he was sure he could keep.

He was still a hot head, he still had a temper and a foul mouth, but he was learning how to manage his anger in a more efficient way. Izuku still seemed to like the kick he offered when it came to his temper.

Izuku made him happy. Izuku made him /want/ to be better. Izuku made him feel at home. He was so utterly in love with the boy- he pushed away all his doubts and scares that he’d leave. He didn’t want him to go. And he wouldn’t. They were happy.

At least that's what he thought.

He missed the smiles and glances Ochako and Izuku shared. He missed (rather ignored) the secrecy Izuku displayed. He missed every red flag there.

And it hurt when he walked into the apartment to see his boyfriend balls deep in the brunette's mouth, head back, mouth open, too lost in his own bliss to notice that his blonde boyfriend.

Midoriya looked content. He looked happy with ochako settled between his legs, taking each tiny rut of his hips without problem

He looked content knowing that Katsuki wasn’t there.Thinking that Katsuki wasn’t there.

Emotion bubbled up in Katsukis chest. He should’ve known this would happen. He should’ve known that Midoriya wouldn’t be happy with him. He should’ve known that he wasn't enough.

The flowers in his hand fell in front of him, so did the small package in his hand. Midoriyas head snapped up and his eyes widened.

“Ka-Kacchan.”

“Don’t stop on my account.” He growled. “I didn’t mean to take away from your fuck time.”

“It’s not- baby, it’s not what it looks like,” Midoriya pleaded, stumbling to stand and pull his pants up.

“Save it. I really don’t care.” He mumbled, readjusting his coat and heading for the door. Midoriya didn’t have a chance to say anything else before Katsuki was gone.

He didn’t stop. He walked down the stairs and the front lobby, past the bellman who gave him a small ave, a gesture Katsuki returned with a nod. He walked past the orange glowing lamps that adorned the side of the street. He walked past neon signs and posters. Past brick walls and closed buildings.

He walked until he got to a familiar spot, one he didn’t want to be at. One that pulled at his heart and made him feel sick.

He scowled, digging through his pocket until he found his phone.

Midoriya had called of course- plenty of times. He’d ignored the buzzing in his pocket though. He opened the small thing, opening his messages. He didn’t have to scroll to find who he was looking for, after all they texted everyday. Small reminders or updates. Telling each other how they were doing, they were friends. That's what they were supposed to do.

His thumb didn’t hesitate to click the phone icon next to the name. But as it rang he debated whether or not he should hang up. It was late, he could be asleep. Or he wouldn’t want to be bothered. He felt sick again, nauseous and lightheaded. Everything around him was hot and he could feel his legs fighting to give out.

“Kasuki!” A voice from the other line shouted, pulling the blonde from his daze.

“Kiri,” he breathed, wincing at the way his voice was threatening to shake. God his throat hurt.

“You okay man? You never call if you can avoid it. You zoned out a little too,”

Katsuki paused.

“Katsuki, bro what's going on?’

“Kiri, he cheated on me.” He mumbled, leaning against the wall behind him. “I walked in on him balls deep inside Ockakos mouth. He didn’t ever hear me come in.”

“Where are you?”

“Akiterus spot.”

“O-Okay, I’m going to come get you. We’ll go back to my place and we’ll figure it all out, okay?”

“‘Kay.” He whispered. He dropped the phone from his ear, ending the call. He dropped his head back to rest against the wall and closed his eyes. He fought the tears that threated to bubble over, his fought the burn in his throat, he fought the urge to yell and hit something.

He just stood there, eyes closed, listening to the world around him. To the crickets singing, to the grass dancing and brushing in the wind, the wind whispering sweet nothing in his ear.

Then to the car engine sound in front of him. Course it wouldn’t take him long to reach Katsuki.

He slowly lifted his head. Kiri was already out of the car, walking over, concern written all over his face.

They didn’t speak. Kirishima opened his arms and Katsuki let himself rest against the others shoulders. He held his shirt weakly, cheek squished against his shoulder, gaze locked onto a nearby bush.

“Lets go, yeah?” Kiri whispered after a few moments and Katsuki could only nod.

The rest of it felt like a bad dream in all reality.

The two got home, Katsuki sat at the table as food was placed in front of him. Kiri had confiscated Katsukis phone, opting to turn it off and set it in the corner of the counter. Too many Midoriya calls.

And Kasuki cried. He put his head in his hands and he cried as his best friend watched from the otherside of the table.

He cried over the fact that he wasn’t good enough. He cried over Midoriya knowing that. He cried because he let Midoriya in. He cried because after putting faith and trust into the person he loved, he was ripped apart just like he’d done to the other in the past.

He deserved it, he told Kiri. He knew he did. After everything he's done to Midoryia this was only fair. He had no right to be upset. Not really.

Kirishima was quick to dismiss those, however, lifting his friend's face and looking him in the eye, telling him just how wrong he was to think that.

When Katsuki woke up the next morning, he felt no better. His head pounded and he was reminded of what had transpired the previous night. He’d stayed off his phone that day, opting to use Kiris phone to call his mother and tell her what happened.

He played it off that he was fine, but she knew better of course. She knew her son better than anyone. He was hurt.

“You know,” Kiri started, looking up at Katsuki from his plate. “You’re welcome to move in. We had talked about it before. We split rent and utilities. Sero usually pays for the groceries.”

“Where is he, anyway,” He mumbled.

“Visiting his mother. He’ll be gone for another week.”

“I don’t want to get in your way. It’s enough that I stayed here last night.” Katsuki took another bite.

Though it didn’t take much convincing for him to agree to moving in. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to look at the walls or the bed he shared with Deku. He didn’t want to see the counter they’d kissed on, or the table he’d bent Deku over on.

The couch they’d crash on when they got too drunk to make it to bed. The couch he was cheated on.

When he turned his phone on the next day, it froze from all the texts that came through. The missed calls and voicemails that littered.

He sent Deku one text.

‘I’ll be over to get my stuff today at 4. Make sure you’re gone.’

He set his phone down and sighed.

He wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t fucking good enough. All that work, all that management and flowers- all the time made, the fucking ring- none of it mattered because he’d never be good enough.

He’d always be the second choice, the inferior one, the loud mouth with anger issues and Deku made sure Katsuki knew that.

From Deku: “Please Kacchan, just hear me out. Don’t leave.”

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bakudekugf · 5 years

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Chapter 2:That halloween night part 2

Katsuki,Deku,Kirishima,Ashido,Sero and Kaminari followed Yaomomo out of her bedroom."Where are we going?"Asked Kaminari.

"Like i said,to suit you up."Yaomomo awnsered,smiling over her shoulder.They ended up in the basement.Katsuki did a double take.On the walls were stacked weapons and there was a a table full of coloresd liquid.Potions,was the logical conclusion.

"Here."Yaomomo handed Ashido a mace and their hands lingered.Katsuki placed his hands over Kirishima and Kaminari's mouths before they could ruin the moment.Yaomomo made a face that said that had blood pumping through her veins,she would have been blushing strawberry red.Next,she handed Ashido a utility belt of potions."Use these carefully."She lifted a finger to emphasize her point,causing Ashido's eyes to focus on her lips.

"What about us?"Sero asked.Yaomomo snapped out of her Ashido trance.

"Right!The rest of you,pick whichever weapons you please."

"We don't get potions?"Deku asked in confusion.

"They only work in the hands of a wixen."

"Oh.OH."Deku's and the rest of their gazes snapped to Ashido,who wore a shocked expression.

"I'm a wizard?!Wait-how do you know that?!"

"Monsters can sense eachother."

Ashido's expression slowly changed from shocked to excited,"I'm a wixen."She whispered excitedly,"I have magical powers."

Yaomomo smiled lovingly at her and Katsuki stifled a smile at the lovestruck look in her eyes.

"Oh my god,will you two just make out already?!"Deku said in exasperation.

"W-what?!"Yaomomo sputtered and Ashido gawked at Deku.

"I'm dick and tired of you guys pining over eachother!You're practically dating!Just kiss!"

"Deku-san,that is very inapproprite-"

"No.She's right.Let's do It."

Yaomomo snapped her head towards her,"M-mina!"

"Only if you want to."She added quickly.

"...Yes.I want to."She redacted her fangs and walked up to a blushing Ashido.She leaned down and Ashido leaned up.Their lips met.Kirishima made a heart with his fingers,grinning happily,Kaminari 'woo'd,Deku nodded in approval and Sero and Katsuki clapped.

"Two kisses down!One to go!"Said Kaminari,looking directly at Katsuki and Deku,who had wandered off to pick her weapon.

Before Katsuki could get pissed off,he sensed...something.He let out an wolf-like growl.Kaminari leaned back,lifting his hands in defense."Woah,i was just teasing,no need to wolf out on me."

Deku came back with a sword,looking alert.Yaomomo suddenly pulled back from her turned making out session with Ashido,looking afraid."They're here!"Ashido had a dreamy look on her face and Yaomomo's red lipgloss on her lips."Quick,grab your weapons!"

Kaminari picked up a spiked bat,Sero grabbed an axe and Kirishimachode a butterfly knife.Katsuki stared down at his hands,trying to pull out his claws.He smiled slightly when it worked."Let's do this!"

Dabi stared at the doors of the Yaoyorozu household.He hadn't been here in years.Not since he was Touya.

"Dabi."Tomura placed a hand on his shoulder,walking up next to him."Are you alright?"

"Yes.It's just...this place used to be a second home for me.Now it just brings back memories of him."

Tomura hugged him and he returned the gesture.He felt Himiko,Jin and Kenji hugging him from the back.This was his pack.His family.He would do anything for them.

"It's time.Let's go."

Mina hid underneath the couch in Yaomomo's,her girlfriend(she resisted a grin)'s,room,waiting for Dabi.Someone showed up but they didn't fit the description Yaomomo had given.Instead,they were blue-haired and red-eyed and appeared to have some sort of skin condition.They had fearl werewolf features though.She held her breath.They looked around,sniffing,nose twitching.They looked into the closet and bathroom.They left the room.Mina sighed in relief,getting up-only to scream as they were suddenly in her face,grinning.

"A wixen!How delicious!"She jumped back as they licked their lips.She grabbed a blue potion from her utility belt and threw it at them.It exploded into ice.They used their werewolf strength to break through as she readied her mace.

"Stay back,i-i'm warning you!"

They laughed cruelly,"Do you even know how to use that-"They were cut off by Mina smacking them across the face with it."OW!You-"

They dodged the second time.Mina threw a green potion at them at them and their eyes watered and she threw around one.This time,they ran away.

Mina cheered,hopping in place.

Denki and Kirishima stood back to back as the blonde girl approached them."She dosen't have feral werewolf parts like Yaomomo said!"Said a confused Kirishima.She giggled.

"That's because i'm a vampire,silly!"

"What's a vampire doing in a werewolf pack?"Denki asked outloud.

"I asked myself the same thing!But my pack is wonderful!"She beamed at them.

"THEY EAT PEOPLE!"Kirishima pointed out.She shrugged.

"What can i say?They're yummy."

Denki's stomach churned in disgust and fear."Enough talking! Kirishima!"His best friend nodded and launched an attack.She dodged.

"I like it when my food picks fight!"

"I'm not your anything!"

They fought some more,still back to back.Eventually,she just went and swiped at Kirishima's neck with her knife.Denki jumped in front of him and got his cheek cut.He swung his bat at her and she deflected it with her knife.Kirishima joined in.Denki all of sudden thought of the obvious solution.

"Kirishima,hold her off!I'll be right back!"

"Hurry!"

Eijirou did his best to hold the vampire girl back."What's your name?"She asked as if she wasn't planning to eat him.He made a face,"I'm Toga Himiko!"

"Toga Himiko,meet Garlic Bat!"Kaminari popped up from behind him,garlic stuck on the spikes of his bad,and hit her with it.She shrieked in pain and ran out of the room.They high-fived but before Kaminari could drop his hand back at his side,Eijirou held it.

"Listen,man,thanks for saving me."He said softly.Kaminari blushed,which made him unbelievably happy for some reason.

"Hey,bro,no problem.What are friends for?"

Hanta stood his ground as the blonde werewolf man entered the kitchen."Listen,kid,i don't wanna have to hurt you.How about you just hand over your friend and i'll be on my way."

"As if i'd ever give up Bakugou to you."Hanta growled out.The man sighed.

"Alright,since you're forcing my hand,"He took out his claws,"Let's dance,kid."

Momo dodged yet another attempted hit from the werewolf woman."You seem awfully attached to these humans."She commented.Momo didn't respond."And the same seems to be true for them.My humans and i were awfully attached to eachother too,you know."Momo blinked in surprise and nearly let her hit her,blocking at the last second,"That changed when i told them about my true gender."Momo's eyes widened."The way they talked about...it was like they never loved me in the first place."She smiled sadly.

"You're like me!"Momo exclaimed and it was her turn to be superised.She pointed at trans flag pin on her chest and her eyes watered.She flinched.

She stumbled over to her,drapping her arms in a hug."Don't live life like i did."She chocked out,pulling back to look at her,smiling widely,"Live happily."

Momo slowly nodded,crying a bit now too,and hugged back."I will.I promise."

Katsuki and Deku ran up the second floor stairs to hide somewhere but Dabi was already waiting for them,leaning against a door."Hello,snack.Snack's friend."He sniffed the air and quirked an eyebrow,"And possible mate."

"Listen,you little shit,you can be on your way and we can pretend none of this ever happened.Or you can stay and get your ass kicked by me."Katsuki said,getting into a fighting position and out of the corner of his eye,he saw Deku doing the same.

Dabi threw his head back and laughed,"You're really trying to scare me?A pup like you to an Alpha like me?"

"Don't call him that!"Snapped Deku,readying her sword.Dabi chuckled.

"You want to protect him?How sweet.But futile."Suddenly,he was in front of her and she just barely blocked his punch with her sword.He looked surprised for a second before chuckling,"Stronger than i expected.This could be fun after all."

"Don't touch her!"Katsuki said in an inhuman growl and punched him across the face.Dabi touched the blood coming out of his nose as Deku grabbed Katsuki's hand and put distance between them.

"You really want to do this,huh?"

"It's me you want."Katsuki said,stepping in front of Deku protectively,reluctantly letting go of her hand,"Fight me,not my best friend."

"Kacchan!Are you sure?"

"Yes.Please,Deku,-"He gave her a pleading look,"-I got us into this mess.Let me get us out-"

Deku blocked another punch with her sword,this time aimed at him."Last time."She backed away.

"Thank you for protecting me.Let me protect you now."

Katsuki and Dabi fought.It was crazy.Katsuki couldn't help but think that they should have run out of stamina by now.He guessed it was a werewolf thing.

"Aren't you getting tired,little pup?"Dabi taunted him.

"Aren't you dying,old man?"Dabi's smirk faltered causing Katsuki's to grow.

Dabi suddenly turned to Deku and Katsuki's eyes widened."HEY-"

Deku didn't manage to block the punch this time.She groaned in pain and Katsuki saw red.

"GET.AWAY.FROM.MY MATE!"

Izuku's eyes snapped open at Kacchan's yell and she looked to him.He was growing feral werewolf features!

"KACCHAN!"She exclaimed and his gaze went towards her.

"Deku...stay safe."She nodded slowly,staying in her spot on the floor.Kacchan turned to Dabi,who's eyes were wide with shock,growling.This time,the fight was one-sided.Kacchan won by a landslide.Dabi panted before jumping out the nearest window.Kacchan ran over to her,a worried look on his face,as he went back to normal.He lifted her up with his right arm and grabbed her waist with his left.She placed her hands gently on his shoulders,smiling."Are you okay?"He asked,smiling as well,looking at her in the eye.There was love in those eyes of fire.

"Yes, i am.Thank you,Kacchan."

Their friends came running in."Oh my god!"Yaomomo ran up to the shattered window,"My parents are going to kill me!"

"Good thing you're already dead."Kaminari joked.Yaomomo gave him a flat look."What?It's funny!"

"It's really not."Said Sero.A blonde man,presumably a part of Dabi's pack,ran out of the kitchen,holding his bleeding side,and pointed at him.

"This kid dug a fuckin' axe in my side!He's even more of a blood thristy than Himiko!"

"YOU EAT PEOPLE!"Sero yelled in return as the man ran out the door."I'm not blood thristy,right,guys?"

"You're not blood thristy,Sero-kun."Izuku reassured him.

"THANK.YOU!"

"Are they all gone?"Mina asked Yaomomo,holding her hand.Yaomomo made the face of blushing person.

"Yes.For now.They might come back."

"We'll be ready."Said Izuku,determination coursing through her.

"Yeah!"Seconded Kirishima,lifting up his knife like a sword.

Yaomomo smiled,"Let's get you guys home."

"WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU?"Mom hit him and yelled at him literally the second he stepped through the door."I WAS WORRIED SICK!'"

"I was helping Yaomomo."Not a lie.

"With what?!"

"After party cleaning."A lie.

"Oh."Mom suddenly changed tune because of course she did,"I'm so proud of you!"

"Sure you are."He muttered.She went back to normal.

"What was that?!"

"I said i love you,Mom."

"You better."

Katsuki flopped down on his bed and took off his shirt and binder.Tommorow was going to be one hell of a day.

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nekokoaa · 5 years

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Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (I)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warnings: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

Chapter I warning: Slight NSFW

(Chapter I/VII) New Mini Series!

You know when you tell yourself, “fuck it, just write it”? Well that’s what happened lul I read a fairy tale for my Genre class and I really like it and couldn’t help but think of Kacchan. The story is original by me, but the idea was born from this fairy tale. It’s late, so excuse the errors. I’ll fix them later. ENJOY!!

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

(Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter III) (Chapter IV) ((click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.))

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The beat of your heart was furiously drumming within your chest, harmonizing with the movement of your boots pushing against the thin sheet of angel white snow upon the landscape. Desperately, they destroyed the natural smooth surface of the bed as they kicked and displaced the clumped snow sporadically. It revealed the dirt lying beneath it, disrupting the purity of the untouched ice. It was of no concern to you that the snow in your upcoming path was to be wrecked by your storming feet. The howl that soared through the crisp air of the evening and echoed against the hollow logs of the towering trees, brought the fear of flight within you. Your mouth hanged open, your breath escaped through in pants like a white ghost disappearing into the chilling breeze that flowed against you. Your eyes were painfully dry, but you could barely blink with the knowing fear of him catching up to you. You could almost hear the pounding of his boots on the snow directly behind you. He was breathing so heavily; his voice came out. He was snarling, and you thought you felt the heat of his breath through the heavy fur covering your back. You started to whimper, afraid if you looked back, you would see his frightening crimson eyes again, glowing in the darkest parts of the forest. Distracted by the startling sound of a ferocious howl in the distance, you didn’t avoid the uprooted tree root barely covered in snow.

You fell upon the ground, sliding through the frozen surface. It happened so fast that you didn’t have enough time to figure out why you fell. You started clawing through the ground, feeling the piercing cold all the way to the bones of your fingers. It was numbing your senses, but you continued until you scattered to get up and run. Your foot started to numb as it was introduced to the bitter reality of your boot being left behind. And on that same leg, a burning pain appeared on your shin as thick liquid slid down your leg, mixing in a new color to the dirtied snow left behind in your tracks. Red.

“No…” You sobbed as the pain increased, spreading to your knees and making you limp. You felt like an injured animal escaping from your hunter. Any second now and he would catch up and devour you. You knew there was no mercy when it came to them, food was scarce, and there was a large platter of free food deep in the forest. You limped until the pain was unbearable and you fell in front of a tree, turning around to clutch your shin that was spilling blood profusely. Even the heavy skirt you wore started to stain by the obvious liquid. You knocked your head back against the tree trunk, trying to catch your breath, coughing as the combined pain of your chest, leg, and fingers were too much.

Any second now, you thought as another sob left you when you coughed. You thought you could get away, but you were wrong. It was almost impossible to outrun them.

Your eyes peered at the darkness beyond the trees. You were in an opening of the forest, the dense proximity of the trees ceased, and you were leaning on the sole tree planted right in the middle. The moon solemnly hanged in the sky, complete and pearly white with its slight blemishes spread upon the surface. The smooth light shined down, giving a milky coating to the color of your skin. It was the only calm image around you in your last few moments of life.

A twig snapped and in that same moment a gasp left you, your dry eyes started to burn by your tears emerging and you felt your throat tightened at the presence of your stalker appearing from the darkness. Striking red eyes that were hard to miss glowed in your direction, the moonlight gave color to his blonde hair and pointed ears, and he was wearing a red sleeveless top with a fur cloak around his shoulders. The pants on him were baggy and styled with heavy silver and white boots made from the skin and wool of sheep. You flinched when he stepped forward, the snow crunching under his magnificent boots, and his gaze intense as it was fixed on your shivering figure like he was watching his prey. His expression was ferocious, the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, his scrunched-up nose, and worst of all, the white fangs that shown themselves when his large tongue moved to lick his lips.

“Please…” He towered over you in seconds despite your plead. Soon, crouching down and wrapping his cold fingers around the ankle of your injured leg. He pulled you roughly, making you slide slightly off the tree. You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as you tried to pull your leg away from him but his superhuman strength kept you locked in your position. “Please, stop…” You whimpered even though it was useless, nothing could stop the beast from devouring his meal.

You felt the chilled breeze upon your bare legs as your wool skirt was flipped, revealing the redden gash upon your shin, flesh dug up and forcibly split by whatever you fell on. It was stinging from being exposed to the frosty atmosphere, or perhaps, by the lingering red gaze of the beast. “Don’t eat me…” You whispered, suddenly losing your voice after. Whether he heard you or not didn’t matter, he briefly licked his lips and you found your voice again through a squeal when you felt his tongue engulf the entirety of your gash. Pain quickly surged through your body as you felt him grip your lower thigh and calf with his sharp nails poking your flesh.

He slowly licked your wound and you watched his lips become stained with your blood, it smeared around his mouth like he was eating a pomegranate—fresh and sweet, your blood was to him.

You were wincing to the pain his nails were giving you, but strangely, no pain was coming from the area where his tongue was. It was lathering across the open wound, and yet all you felt was his hot tongue and the rough texture of his taste buds against your ruptured flesh. He started to groan softly, his breathing becoming heavier as it brushed upon your leg, heating it up with every quick exhale. Those red eyes that eagerly watched you through the abyss of the forest were now staring up at you hungrily and heavily intoxicated by the iron taste of your blood. His tongue was moving sensually, and you easily felt the heat beaming from those crimson irises.

Something about watching him lick your chilled skin was stirring something within you. Your legs started to shiver, but not of the cold that surrounded your slightly exposed body but of a feeling blossoming in the inner regions of your lower stomach. You were getting lost in the rhythm of his pants, wandering in the hazy want of his intense eyes. Your breath began to tremble, and you tried to squeeze your legs together to withstand the odd sensation growing, but he held your leg still and showed no signs of letting go. You were suddenly aware of his hand on your lower thigh, and you noticed that it was the first time a man’s hand had touched there.

You were a flower that had yet to bloom in the late of spring. Pure, untouched and suddenly, bombarded with desires. You never shivered in the way a man could make you, and curiosity—maybe naivety, was keeping you from your fear of the beast.

You saw the pointed furry ears twitch on the top of his head and then you heard a voice in the distance. It was calling your name urgently.

The movement of his tongue ceased, and he lifted his head from your leg. His alarmingly bright eyes never wavered from your face, and his lips and cheeks were painted red while his hands released your leg. You were met with bitter chill of the wind, and you oddly craved for the warmth of his tongue to visit you again. The gash upon your leg was cleaned of your blood as a jagged line—like someone had unevenly patched it—was all that remained. You then saw the man slowly lick his lips for the third time, catching sight of his fangs once again, and your heart pulsed at the carnality hidden within his gesture.

“____!” And just like how he arrived, the beast vanished into the shadows. And Izuku, the young man who frantically called your name, rushed out of the darkness and into the opening of the forest. He was holding your boot in his hands. His freckled cheeks and nose were red probably because of the icy air around him and he was trying to catch his breath when he stopped in front of you. You made sure to pull down your skirt before he walked over you, shielding the wound from his eyes. “Are you okay, ____?” Izuku asked, crouching down beside you. You gave him a soft smile and nodded and instantly, Izuku sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I was afraid when we got separated that a wolf would come after you. It’s dangerous around this time in the forest.”

“No. They didn’t.” You lied. “I just tripped and hurt myself, I’ll be okay.”

“That’s good, here…” He lifted your foot and helped you slip on your boot. He then helped you stand, and you felt a bit wobbly on your feet, so you threw an arm around Izuku’s shoulders and used him as support to walk. “Let’s get you home.” He smiled at you and you returned it. He began to lead you out of the opening and into the huddled trees of the forest.

He was talking about something, but you couldn’t keep track of it. Your mind was full of what took place just moments ago. You weren’t afraid to look back in the direction the beast disappeared to, somewhat hoping you’ll see his crimson eyes glowing from the shadows.

Ending comments: Just letting ya know, this is strictly Bakugo x Reader. There’s no romance between Reader and Midoriya. But omigosh, what do you guys think? Interesting so far, yeah? Kind of weird? Weird is good. And it gets better~

(Chapter II) - click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.

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specthrum · 5 years

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“Hey Izuku, you wanna know a secret?”

Jolted by the sound of his brother’s voice, Izuku looks up from his coloring book, hands smeared in the wax from using the crayons a little too enthusiastic. Mikumo, taller only for the fact that he is standing while his twin lays flat on his stomach leans down so they’re eye level; wide grin spreading across rounded features.

“Yeah!” The green haired boy cheers, enthusiastically. He rises to his feet with the help of his brother, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “What is it?”

“C’mon I’ll show you,” The purple eyed twin takes the lead, grabbing him by the wrist and taking him over to the desktop computer. Once there, Mikumo relinquishes Izuku’s wrist so he can climb onto the chair; standing up so he can reach the mouse an keyboard.

“I can use the computer by myself,” he says, young voice full of pride “lookit,”

With a few clicks and some time drumming on the keyboard he brings up a familiar video; one they’d both seen at least a dozen times.

“Woah” Izuku says with wide eyed admiration, clambering onto the seat next to his twin to watch the video of their shared idol. He breathes out a sigh of longing. “I wanna be just like All Might when i’m bigger.”

“We’ll be even better,” Mikumo asserts “‘cause we’ve got each other.”

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“I’m sorry, it’s just not going to happen,”

The words seem to echo through the Midoriya’s tiny apartment with a sense of mourning. With the doctor’s assessment earlier that afternoon it was official; both boys were never going to develop their quirk. Not fire breathing. Not object attraction. Nothing.

Quirkless.

Izuku sits in front of the computer, sniffing quietly; watching that same video on repeat. Mikumo had taught him, how to bring it up and play it on his own. Their mother catches him, but can’t bring herself to scold the boy upon seeing his face, tears welling up in those forest eyes.

“...Can I be a hero too?”

Instead of an answer Inko Midoriya hugs her son and whispers that she’s sorry.

Mikumo, tiny and heartbroken as his brother; watches from the doorway.

“We’ll be heroes, I promise,” he murmurs under his breath, clutching at the doorframe with feeble fingers; blunt fingernails nowhere near strong enough to leave so much as a chip in the paint.

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“Ouch,” Izuku hisses in pain as a cotton ball full of peroxide is pressed to the scrape on his knee.

“Stop squirming,” Mikumo scolds, carefully cleaning little bits of gravel and dirt out of the wound. It was becoming more and more common these days for Izuku to come home battered and bruised. The world was like that. Cruel and cold and wanting to snuff out every last bit of light.

The gangly boy looks down at his twin from his perch on the sink’s counter. Expression concerned. He can always tell when Mikumo is upset. It exudes from him almost in waves.

“ ‘m sorry” he mutters, chewing on his bottom lip as the purple haired boy peels the plastic cover off of a band-aid.

“For what?” The purple haired boy asks, tone a forced neutral as he purposely focuses on the task at hand; applying the bandage over Izuku’s wound.

“Always causing trouble,” He says, rubbing his thumbs together meekly.

“Bakugo’s the one causing trouble,” Mikumo replies, with more snap to his tone then what’s necessary. “He’s nothing but a bully. And so’s that other kid. I don’t know why you were defending him, anyway.”

The target that day had been another kid from their class, one who had no problems ignoring it when they were the ones on the receiving end of the explosive boy’s entourage and their antics.

“Hanada-san was in trouble,” Izuku says as if it were that simple. “I couldn’t just watch.”

“He just watches when it’s you. Don’t forget that. He doesn’t deserve your help.” Mikumo’s frustration shows in his voice as he drops the wrapper from the bandages and used cotton ball into the waste bin.

“All Might always helps everyone.”

Mikumo doesn’t have a response to that. ‘You’re not All Might’. He thinks, but doesn’t say. Because Izuku will take it the wrong way. Won’t understand that he simply means that All Might doesn’t have to deal with what they do, doesn’t understand what it’s like at the bottom of the food chain. It’s easy for him to take the high road.

“Besides,” Izuku continues in his twin’s silence “This year we’re starting middle school. Maybe things will be different.”

“Yeah,” Mikumo says with an awkward smile, knowing full well that nothing will be different. “Maybe.”

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“Wanna know a secret?” Izuku speaks in a whisper, leaning over the edge of their shared bunk bed just after midnight.

“Hmm?” Mikumo responds sleepily, arm thrown haphazardly over his eyes to block out the light emanating from his brother’s phone.

The unenthusiastic response does little to curb Izuku’s own excitement as he dangles his notebook over the edge and near Mikumo’s face. “Look,”

Mikumo sighs through his nose and accepts that it’s one of those nights where he won’t get much sleep. He takes the notebook gently and sits up in bed with a yawn.

“Phone,” He says drowsily, holding out the palm of his hand. He’d rather not root around for his own phone to use as a light. Izuku, seeming to understand, places his phone in the palm of his twin’s hand. The low light briefly illuminating his eager grin.

The purple haired pre-teen points the screen towards the page so that he can read the notes. They’re about All Might, of course. Primarily about his quirk, which Izuku is apparently theorizing as some sort of stockpile rather than a simple power boost.

“I think I've finally figured it out,” Izuku speaks with such rare pride in his voice that Mikumo can’t bring himself to admit that he doesn’t really care about All Might anymore. Let alone his quirk.

“You’re right. There’s definitely a difference between his early career and now, even taking into account for experience.”

“Right?” Izuku replies, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Green eyes wide and happy. “Especially when you think about seven years ago when he fought those…”

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“You wanna be a hero so bad? Why don’t you hope you’ll have a quirk in the next life and go take a swan dive off the roof.”

Mikumo growls, low and angry; steps forward, fist clenched, when he feels a gentle tug on the back of his uniform.

Izuku. Even with tears burning at the corners of his eyes, rage boiling underneath his own skin; gives his brother a pleading look. Doesn’t want him to get in trouble on his behalf.

“Yeah? What?” Bakugo speaks with venom, setting off explosions to intimidate.

“It’s not worth it.” Izuku says softly. And Mikumo can hear it in his voice. The unspoken ‘I’m not worth it’. And that causes him to swallow his rising anger. Because what his brother needs now more so than revenge is support.

“C’mon, let’s go home.” Mikumo leads him out of the classroom, holding his hand and giving Bakugo and his followers a wide berth. They fish Izuku’s notebook out of the koi pond.

“Stupid. Stupid, stupid,” Izuku murmurs under his breath as he flips through the soaked pages. The sound of it breaks Mikumo’s heart, he tries to find something to say. Anything to make this less devastating.

“It’s not that bad,” He speaks eventually, taking the notebook and inspecting it himself. May as well start with the issue he can actually fix. “The words are still readable, if we get it home and dry it soon enough we can stop the pages from sticking together. Then we can just write it in a new notebook.”

Izuku’s face briefly lights up before falling once more. “It’s pointless. Kacchan’s right. I can’t get into UA without a quirk.”

“There are more important things than quirks, Izuku. You and me. We’re going to be heroes together, right?” he places his hands on his brother’s shoulders, making eye contact despite his unruly bangs.

“I’m not like you!” Izuku snaps, shoving his hands away. He looks down. And Mikumo can feel his frustration returning. He wants to make Bakugo pay for this. For everything he’s done. For beating down his brother so relentlessly.

“Let’s just...go home.” Izuku whispers dejectedly, taking the soaked notebook back and beginning the long trek back to their apartment.

Mikumo follows him in silence for a few steps before halting. “Shoot,” he mutters, loud enough for his twin to hear. “I forgot my textbook in my desk. I need it for the homework assignment. You go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

With that he turns on his heel and rushes back to the school; determination burning in amethyst eyes.

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“You’re gonna pay,” The words come out firm, but eerily calm. Causing Bakugo to actually turn to face the shorter student. Mikumo stands his ground, even as the blonde gets close.

“Hah, what was that?” He pops an explosion in the palm of his hand. Mikumo doesn’t even flinch, extending his own palm towards him, flat and open.

“You’re going to pay to replace the notebook you destroyed,” He explains further, fighting to keep his tone even; though his expression betrays his anger.

“Yeah? And why would I do that? What’s worthless Deku need with that anyway?”

‘He’s not worthless!’

“Go, shoo, before I turn you into a smear on the pavement. I’m in a bad mood and your ugly mug is just making it worse.”

‘I’ll show you!’

Breathe in. Breathe out. What would Izuku do. How would he handle this? The other boy had always been so much better at handling people.

“You want to be a hero too, right?” Mikumo tilts his chin up, hand still outstretched. “There’s more to being a hero than having a quirk. You know what you did was wrong. Own up and make up for your mistakes. Otherwise you’ll never be a hero.”

Crimson eyes flit from the smaller teen’s expression to his open palm. Then lips pull back in a snarl and he cracks his knuckles.

“I don’t need to play nice with a couple of worthless bugs. I’m gonna be the best hero there is, because I always win,”

‘Oh, well. I tried it Izuku’s way.’

With a battle cry of his own, Mikumo lunges forward; punching the taller teen in the nose and grinning at the cracking sound it makes.

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When Mikumo returns home hours later with a distinct limp and his own blood staining his uniform, Izuku is already in bed.

His ruined notebook sits on their shared desk, open, and with fresh ink on the page. The sight of it brings a smile to his face. His brother may be soft and kind at heart, but he was resilient as well.

Maybe Mikumo didn’t have to worry so much, after all.

He closes the notebook and pulls a blanket over his brother’s sleeping form. Feeling much too sore to climb, he flops on the bed next to him and allows the night to overtake him.

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Izuku has a quirk.

It just. Appears one day. The day after the notebook incident.

Mikumo wants to be happy for him. He never bought into the idea that powers are necessary to be a hero, but there’s no denying it would make things easier. And Izuku definitely needs the boost in confidence.

But it’s strange.

‘Eclipse’. The strange emitter type quirk that’s nothing like their parents’ quirks. Like nothing on their entire family tree (Mikumo had researched it, just in case). It came out of nowhere, too. After fourteen years of being quirkless.

Izuku’s the expert in quirks. Mikumo spends more time fiddling with technology. Re-purposing old computer parts he finds thrown out or buys for cheap at pawn shops. But even he knows enough that his brother’s explanation sounds fishy. Shaky and unsure.

He’s hiding something. Talking to himself late at night. Eating more ravenously than normal. Staying up to the small hours of the morning. Working out like he’ll die if he doesn’t keep moving.

Mikumo tries to ask. His brother shuts him out. Shakes it off, tells him it’s nothing. And if he presses the issue then green eyes well up with tears and he urges that he ‘needs this’. And the purple haired boy relents. Leaves him be.

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Mikumo is alone.

He and Izuku don’t walk home from school together, anymore. Izuku always has something to do. His twin doesn’t bother to ask anymore.

It had been a week since their graduation from Aldera. And was weeks more before their first day at UA. They had tested in separate areas.

Izuku hadn’t told him how it went. He’d assumed that he’d done badly, didn’t want to talk about it. But they both got accepted. Different classes.

They had always had each other, growing up. Them against the world. That was how it had felt.

It had never bothered Mikumo. He didn’t care about the jerks at Aldera, anyway. He had his mother, and they both had Izuku. They were a happy little family. Just the three of them.

Or, they had been.

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“Izuku!” Mikumo runs up to his twin the moment the paramedics dispersed. He grabs him by the shoulders, no longer small and frail, filled out from all the training, and looks him over frantically; as if there was something the professionals had missed.

“I’m ok,” Izuku says mildly “Just a little shaken up,”

“You were attacked! There’s no way you could be ok!” He feels on the verge of tears, something that’s much more rare for him than it was for his brother.

“Those villains...when I find them…!” Mikumo growls out, looking at the doors of the USJ with a manic, enraged expression.

Something about that changes something in Izuku’s own expression. He frowns, pushing his twin roughly away. Looking like he’s about to argue.

Like he’s about to defend them.

But just as quickly it disappears and Izuku gives him a gentle smile.

“I’m fine, I promise. Thank you for always looking out for me.”

‘Did Izuku just...lie?’

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“Midoriya-kun” One of his classmates, a girl with fiery red hair and a friendly smile, leans on the purple haired boy’s desk to get his attention.

“Kendou-san,” He says back, looking up from his notes. He wasn’t much for making friends. But the girl was nice. Nice enough that he felt bad being aggressive towards her. “Is there something you need?”

“I heard about what happened. With class A,” She says, voice low to keep others from hearing. “Your brother is in that class, right? I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

No, nothing was fine. Izuku was avoiding him even more than usual.

“I..” He opens his mouth to brush off her concerns, but somehow the truth comes spilling out instead. “I don’t know, he won’t talk about what happened. He didn’t get injured or anything but I have no idea what he’s thinking--we used to tell each other everything.”

Before he knows it, tears warm and wet are rolling down his cheeks, and Kendou is ushering him out of the room; arm firm and strong around his shoulders. She takes him to the roof and he spills his guts. Tells her everything about what’s bothering him.

It’s not something he would do, normally. They barely know each other, despite being classmates. The girl was kind, the type of person who acted like an older sibling to all. Likely, she had just been trying to be nice. And now he was unloading everything on her like she was his oldest friend.

And the entire time she gave him a sympathetic smile, rubbed small circles on his back as he hiccuped and sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” he manages. “I’m sorry, this is ...I shouldn’t even be this upset in the first place. I should be happy for him, right?”

“You’re worried” Kendou says gently “Anyone would be. Maybe Izuku-kun misunderstood, maybe he thinks you’re mad at him.”

Mikumo...hadn’t considered that. But from Izuku’s perspective...maybe he would think that. Maybe he thought his brother resented him because of his quirk. Maybe he was avoiding him because of all the suspicions he’d shown right off the bat.

“I think...maybe you’re right” he says, eventually, finally calming down. “Thank you, Kendou-san. You’re very wise.”

“Ah, not really,” she replies, pulling back her hand and rubbing the back of her neck. “Just have a lot of experience, that’s all.”

“I didn’t know you had siblings,” Then again, Mikumo didn’t know much about her at all; let alone the rest of his classmates. He’d been keeping to himself, like he always had.

“Not by blood, but I went to middle school with Neito. He’s like a brother to me...you remind me of him, actually. He likes to pretend he doesn’t care, too.” She elbows him lightly in a teasing manner. “I’m glad I got to see another side of you today, Midoriya-kun.”

Mikumo flushes scarlet red, suddenly realizing what a blubbering mess he’d been just moments ago. There goes any semblance of a tough image.

But.

He looks at his classmate, now laughing at his expense in a playful sort of way, and smiles. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all.

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Weeks pass. The sports festival comes and goes. Monoma gets worked up into a frenzy over Class A. But even without talking to Kendou, Mikumo can see that he’s just being defensive of his own classmates. The quirkless teen is starting to feel the same. Starts to look forward to school in a way he never had before.

More so as things remain tense at home. Despite Kendou’s advice, Mikumo still hadn’t managed to hold a solid conversation with Izuku since the USJ incident. He was completely shut off from the rest of the world. Even their mother had begun to worry.

He doesn’t know how to close this gap.

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“Kendou-san!” Mikumo calls out uselessly into the fog through the mask a girl from Class A had made him. His classmates had gone rushing off in pursuit of the source of the smoke. He’d heard gunshots.

“Tetsutetsu-kun!” He calls, again, stumbling through, blindly. He’s unarmed and he doesn’t have a quirk like his classmates; but like hell is he going to sit still while they risk their lives.

They mean too much to him, now.

He hears another gun shot, and another, and another, runs towards where the sound seems to be emanating from. Sees a crumpled form on the ground.

“Tetsutetsu!” He moves to go to the large student’s side when he hears the click of a revolver reloading. Looks with wide eyes at a middle school student with a gas mask and a gun. “Don’t! Don’t you dare!”

Without even thinking, he shields the steel form with his own body. He can see the cracks forming; the boy can’t take another hit.

And then something inexplicable happens. The young boy doesn’t shoot. Points his gun at Mikumo and studies his face carefully; as if contemplating something.

The moment of hesitation is enough for Kendou to come to their rescue. They all make it out alive, somehow.

Mikumo has no explanation as to why he wasn’t shot. Has no explanation as to why, in that moment, he swears he saw his brother’s shadow behind that boy.

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It’s luck. Really. Or, perhaps it’s the opposite of luck because, considering, Mikumo would rather not know.

He looks at the horrific appendages covering Izuku’s limbs. The way the eyeballs move and blink. It’s disgusting, makes him want to throw up. But the worst part is knowing. Knowing that this thing has hijacked his brother’s body.

A vile monster disguising itself as a quirk. Tricking Izuku into being its host.

And now. His brother. Sweet, kind, naive, born to be a hero Izuku was....

Behind all of it.

He remembers the sight of Tetsu’s fractured steel. How close he had been to dying. And feels anger, bitter like adrenaline fill his veins.

Like usual, though. He’s not angry at Izuku. He’s angry at that thing. The villains, for tricking him. Himself, for letting this happen.

He babbles on about some ideology about returning the world to the way it was. Tries to get Mikumo to join him.It doesn’t sound at all like the Izuku who wanted only to save people.

“Stop! Just shut up! Can you even hear yourself?” Mikumo trembles, but not in fear; even as he lunges for his own brother. Adopting a much more straight forward fighting style than normal. Izuku dodges easily, with the help of Abyssal.

“What about you?” Izuku accuses “Are these people really so much more important to you now? I thought it was supposed to be us, sticking together.”

And. That does exactly what it’s meant to. Sends a throbbing ache through Mikumo’s chest. But this time. This time he pushes through. Can’t afford to back down.

“I’m not just doing this for them,” He says, rising to Izuku’s challenge, tossing smoke pellets at the other’s feet “I’m trying to save you, too. This isn’t you, Izuku. I won’t let this thing control you anymore!”

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‘How did we get here?’

That’s the only thing Izuku can think. On his knees and clutching his own ribs and howling in agony as he tries to force Abyssal out. He doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to give up his power.

But if it’s for Mikumo. If it’s for the sake of protecting his brother. He doesn’t want to lose his family, not for anything.

‘And what the hell do I do now?’

It won’t leave. The creature hangs on desperately. Won’t leave him be. Won’t give up its host. Especially not with the quirkless hero poised and ready to attack the second it leaves.

Instead, it lashes out. Takes control of Izuku’s body, even as he fights for dominance. Forms his hand into a blade.

Time seems to move in slow motion, in the next moment. Mikumo, still moving forward. Arms raised, still reaching for his twin even as he looks deranged; completely overtaken by the being using his body for its own means. It’s almost as if he skewers himself. Almost.

Izuku lets out an entirely different kind of wail at the sight of his own arm piercing through his brother’s stomach. So distressed that, for a moment, he regains control. Pulls his arm back, watches it go back to normal, still soaked in blood.

Catches Mikumo’s now limp form as he falls.

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“Hey, Izuku….wanna….know a secret?” Mikumo manages, eyes wide and unfocused as his chest heaves with every breath. Izuku doesn’t know what to do, panicks. Tries to stem the flow of blood from the hole in his twin’s stomach.

“I didn’t forget my books.” The dying boy continues without being prompted. As if oblivious to Izuku’s turmoil. “I went….to fight Bakugo,”

“Shhh” Izuku whispers. “Hold on just. Hold on. I’ll fix this. Just. Rest, don’t speak.”

“I knew I shouldn’t. Knew you wouldn’t like it. But I was so angry, you know?” He ignores his brother’s pleas, lips turning purple. “Because of that...because I…”

“It’s all my fault you were by yourself that day.” Tears stain his cheeks. His own. Izuku’s dripping from above. “I’m sorry…some brother I turned out to be.”

“It’s not your fault. You’re the best brother I could ever want. So please. Please don’t leave me behind.” Izuku clutches Mikumo’s hand in his own, smearing it with the boy’s own blood.

Despite his pleading words. Despite the fact that, historically speaking, Mikumo always caves when Izuku cries. There is no response.

“Don’t leave me alone.”

The body is already starting to grow cold.

#tw;; death #tw;; blood #tw;; gore #tw;; guns #abyssalcall #this is an alternative to villain verse where Mikumo doesn't join up w/ Izuku #basically solely bc the class B kids adopt them and he can't hurt fwends #anyway enjoy this pain that Soda and I came up with

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