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wasabito · 3 years

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thank you to @sparkexplosive and @vs-redemption for beta reading it for me! merry christmas & happy holidays everyone ♥️

➽ synopsis: being a member of the royal guard is a grueling and thankless job, so you decide to remind katsuki a little of what it’s like to be young again—what better way to do that than with some healthy competition.

➽ word count: 1.7k

➽ tags: fluff, budding romance, royalty au, childhood friends

➽ author’s note: i had a ton of fun participating in my first ever secret santa!! this is my gift-fic to the lovely @katsushimaa hope you enjoy, yssa!

"So, this is where the hell you've been hiding?"

His voice tore through the midday stillness like a blade, equal parts raspy and gruff. He sounded irritated and mildly fatigued. Not that Katsuki Bakugou would ever admit to being anything less than a hundred and ten percent. He climbed off his steed, heavy boots crunching under the weight of his feet, and secured his horse against the stump you were leaning on.

You flipped the page of your book, not sparing the man even a cursory glance. You would prefer to keep your attention occupied by fictitious worlds, warriors, and battles fought in the name of love and justice.

It was much easier to allow yourself to become the bearer of fictional hardships, because at least they could be solved through a well-constructed plot with each turn of a page, as opposed to the realities of your actual life, a slow spiraling disaster in comparison.

Bakugou stood in front of you, vein ticking on his throat with every clench of his jaw. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, red gaze pinned on your hunched form. He wasn't at all the kind of person anyone could easily ignore. His very presence demanded attention and drew eyes like a magnet.

Case in point, no matter how much you tried to ignore him, you simply couldn’t.

"Please tell me you aren't going to stand there the entire time. Take a hint will you." You went to turn another page, but Bakugou reached over and snatched the book from your hands with deft fingers and speed you couldn't hope to match.

"Give. It. Back."

"Nah, I don't think I will just yet." He sneered, thumbing through the pages. "I was told to bring your dumbass back to the estate, so that's exactly what the hell I'm 'bout to do."

You blew a puff of air from your lips, eyes blazing with a kind of defiance that only burned harder the more you glared at him. "Then I guess you'll just have to drag me back kicking and screaming."

Bakugou only smirked, teeth spread in a feral grin that sent a chill down your spine.

That had always been his intention.

Almost an hour later, you stood before your parents, clothes dusty, creased, and smudged from having been manhandled like a sack of flour before promptly dumped in front of your waiting audience.

A frown marred your delicate features as they began their lecture.

Your mind drifted elsewhere the more they reminded you of your lineage and that you were royalty and how it was imperative you behave as such. You’d heard it all before, known this for as long as you could remember. As the King and Queen of your home country, your parents never failed to emphasize the importance of keeping your every move in check because of the reputation you had to uphold.

Katsuki stood somewhere behind you, and although he stayed mostly silent, you could almost hear him grinding away at his molars. The King and Queen were taking turns subtly digging into him as well, implying that his incompetence was a stain upon the royal guard perfect record of achievements. If he couldn't keep you in line, what was the point of holding rank?

They annoyed him way more than they did you, but he dare not voice it, not if he wanted to keep his head attached to his shoulders. Far be it from him to send himself to the guillotine

You both were in for a long night.

“Honestly, this kind of behavior is unbecoming of someone of your status. What will our countrymen think if they see you roaming about unattended like a vagabond?” Your father stroked his beard as if waiting for a response. But everyone in the room knew he really just liked to hear himself talk.

He was no better than a machiavellian swindler in expensive robes. A puppet if you would.

The real leader of the land was your mother. After all, she had only married into the family, having been the daughter of a mere advisor with no royal blood. She spoke little, but her glare was more than enough to convey just what she was thinking.

By the end of the lecture, you felt like all of your energy had been sapped from you, but thankfully your parents left you to retreat into your bedroom for the remainder of the day. Bakugou escorted you, following close behind.

“You’re gonna do it again, aren’t ya?”

You paused, foot nearly catching against the carpeted floors of your bedroom. Fiddling with a piece of your hair, you shrugged. “...maybe.”

“You’re a huge idiot.” Bakugou shook his head with a low laugh.

A tiny smidgen of a grin danced on your lips as you considered him. He was your childhood friend. No one knew you better than he did. And he was also the guard most assigned to watch over you and keep you safe from harm.

Despite that, you’d come to notice how much he’d changed. He wasn’t the same Katsuki you grew up knowing and you missed him dearly. Occasions like this, where a part of his guard was let down, were becoming few and far between. There had to be something you could do.

“Let’s make a wager. If you can manage to find me, I’ll do one thing at your command.”

“Challenge accepted.” He reached into the folds of his uniform, pulled out your little novel, and slapped it right into your open palm. "No matter where you run off to, I'll find ya. Trust me on that, princess."

His eyes were like candles in the night, ignited by a spark of passion. Not a single lie could be detected.

"I won't make it easy on you, Katsuki, just so you know."

"Heh, you better not." He sniffed, tucking his hands into his uniform pockets. And with a final half-wave, he was gone.

In and around the capital city, winter had completely lost it's bite. The weather was tepid, swinging a mild breeze that coasted through the countryside. It was the sort of winter where one felt as if woolen clothing were worn more for comfort than necessity. In what should have been the chilliest part of the year, Bakugou found himself traversing one of the many beaches that hedged the southern peninsula.

After a full week following the challenge issued in your bedroom, Bakugou realized you were entirely too good at evading him or any of the other guards at the kingdom’s disposal, for that matter.

Day in and day out, he spent his shifts searching tirelessly for you, just to stumble upon you in the most random of places and only when you had wanted him to find you. The running score was six to five in your favor, but he was determined not to lose to you again.

And there you were, standing at the very edge of the shore, as if a mere thought had manifested you right before his very eyes. Your loose billowing dress of soft satin waved to him like a white flag of surrender in the air. He'd finally found you.

"Not gonna run off this time?"

"Nope! You won this round." Your cheeks creased in a smile.

Given the boots he'd worn, it was no surprise that his feet kept sinking into the sand. You said nothing as he toed off his shoes and socks, bare feet settling into the depths of warm, grainy sand.

He couldn’t help but feel more relaxed. Over the past few months, he’d found himself losing sight of his goals, caught in the dredges of the mundane and routine.

The cool waters lapped at both his and your feet, fizzing and bubbling, leaving behind traces of salt. You went further into the water’s touch, your back to him as the tides licked at the your calves. Even he had to admit, the view was a beautiful one, possibly even more so with you against the backdrop.

“I’m glad you found me,” you called over the cry of seagulls. “For a second, I was worried you’d lose this round.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Tch, as if I’d ever lose to you, princess.”

“Naturally.” You laughed.

“What the hell are we doing out here anyway?”

He knelt to roll up his pants, a mere moment away from following after you like always.

“I... really just wanted to show you the view. Do you remember when we used to come down here as kids? Remember how we used to dare each other to see who could go the farthest into the ocean?”

Of course he remembered. Those were some of his most cherished memories of his time spent with you before duty to the kingdom took precedent.

You reached a hand out to him, an open invitation. “I just thought you needed a little reminder of what that was like.”

For some reason, Katsuki was determined not to meet your gaze, scowling at some point on the horizon, until you came over and nudged him with your elbow. “It wouldn’t kill you to admit that I’m right.”

With a sigh, he reached over and tugged you into a hug. You snuggled close to his chest, gripping the back on his uniform. It may have been your imagination but you could’ve sworn you felt the soft press of lips against your temple.

“Thanks... you know... for everything.”

Beaming, you leaned back to get the full view of his heated cheeks.

“Of course, of course.”

There was something earnest in his eyes that told you no matter how far you went, or however far you traveled, he’d always be a step behind you. It sent your heart hammering in your ribcage. You were suddenly all too aware of the way he held you secure against him like he would never let go.

“What are you thinking, princess?”

You blinked owlishly, taken over by your feelings and mumbling a hushed. “Oh, nothing.” The two of you were just a royal and a guard, bound to one another by duty.

If there could be anything more than that...well, only time would tell.

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aremiies · 3 years

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DRUMMER BOY.

pairings: drummer!bakugou x gn!leadsinger!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, incorrect!bakugou (i think), bad writing

other: band au. song prompt (i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys.)

notes: long over due part two, ik, ik. even though the first part of this was a fem!reader, i wanted to make this gn. ok thats it, enjoy <3

part one .

not my gif !

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it’s been less than a month after the bands gig at rolling red, and they’d all begged you to stay. after the performance, an owner of another lounge had asked for you guys to play at his establishment. of course, you all said yes and now you had three weeks until you played there. all had been going pretty well. you, mina and jirou were working on a new song to sing since you thought repetitiveness with your performances may give you a bad rep. the three of you sat in the break room of the music store brainstorming. it was quiet; the only sound being the soft tapping of the mechanical pencil on the notepad in front of you.

mina broke the somewhat silences when she threw her arms up in frustration, “ugh! i cant think of anything else!”

“yeah,” you nodded in agreement “neither can i...”

“okay, we’ve been thinking about this for a while, i think we deserve a break. c’mon let’s go see what the guys are doing.” jirou suggested after a few more moments. you and mina agreed, you placed the pencil down and proceeded to the front of the store where you saw kaminari, bakugou and kiri beginning to close.

“yo, guys!” mina greeted the three, “need any help?”

over the last two or so weeks, you’d come to love the pink haired girl. her positive, bubbly attitude was exactly the thing you needed in your life sometimes. she was a breath of fresh air when you were stressed, and always knew exactly what to say when you were upset.

kaminari, who’d been sweeping the floor, turned his attention to the three of you,”oh hey guys! you were so quiet back there i forgot about you.” he chuckled.

“he’s right. i kind of forgot you three were here. did you get any good lyrics down?” kirishima added as he finished sanitizing the instruments that’d been used throughout the day.

you sighed, “we got a few lines down, but for some reason we literally can’t think of anything.” you could hear bakugou’s “tch.” from his place by the front door.

“you think you need help?” kiri asked putting down the disinfectant wipes he’d been using.

“yeah actually, do you think you guys may be able to?” jirou asked the trio, to which they obviously agreed.

the six of you then made your way to the back practice room and shut the door, this was about the time you guys had rehearsals anyway, so you were right on schedule more or less.

“okay, so this is what we have so far,” you began, sliding the notepad in the middle of the table for everyone to see.

as the boys quickly read over the lyrics, you watched bakugou’s eyebrows furrow and un-furrow. you watched as he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as if he was thinking; deciphering the lyrics, wondering what they meant.

“well first of all,” the blonde mumbled under his breath, “this is actually... okay progress. you guys have gotten pretty far with lyrics for this to be a new song.”

“thank you!” mina beamed while you just smiled at his attempt at a compliment.

“so, i’m guessing this is a love song?” kirishima spoke up.

you went stiff when you heard kiri’s question. you wouldn’t say love, no, that would be way too strong of a word for your liking. you thought of it more of having a somewhat pining for someone you found attractive; in both ways, not just one.

you felt mina and jirou look over to you, waiting on you to answer.

you let a nervous chuckle escape your lips, “w-well... i don’t know, i wouldn’t call it a love song-”

“oh, come on. the phrase ‘i wanna be yours’ ? that tells me everything i need to know honestly.” kaminari teased.

“no, no, it’s just.. no. it’s just a song.” you tried to explain.

“the lyrics are nothing short of what someone would write when they’re in love.” kiri joined in on the teasing.

“and if it’s just a song, why are the lyrics so heartfelt? these seem like you’re speaking from experience. who is it?” bakugou chimed in.

mina and jirou kept quiet, though they did have an idea or two as to who it was about.

“okay, okay, first of all, love is way too strong of a word.” you rolled your eyes.”i prefer a somewhat attraction to said person.”

you felt your face get hotter and hotter with each second the five teens spent looking at you. so what if it was a love song? was it really that big of a deal; not that it really mattered, but you swore that if you had to endure another second of what seemed like judgmental silence, you were gonna combust.

“guys, leave the poor thing alone,” jirou and shook her head and put a hand on your shoulder.

you somewhat smiled in relief.

“let them be in love in peace!” you heard the girl finish with a teasing tone laced in her voice.

you rolled your eyes once more, “okay, okay! let’s just figure out some more lyrics.” the rest of the team agreed, scooting their chairs closer to the table as you all began to brainstorm.

after half an hour of brainstorming and making a little more progress, bakugou spoke up, “wait- y/n, do you guys even know what you want the instrumental to sound like? do you have chords written down?” he raised a brow, waiting for your answer, though he already knew what you were going to say.

“uh.. no, we don’t, but we’re working on it.” you assured.

he gave a soft “mhm” before he tilted his head back and to the side before running a hand through his striking blonde hair, sliding the hand down to his cheek where he then began to rest his head in it.

you watched his movements intently with your mouth slightly agape, wondering just how the hell someone could be so pretty. how he could manage to look so good doing the most mundane of things. asking yourself how could he be so mesmerizing without even trying.

you snapped your mouth shut the second you saw his crimson eyes meet your (eye color) ones. you felt your mouth get abnormally dry as you watched him look you up and down before meeting your eyes again. you felt as if your heart was about to drop into the pit of your stomach, you were sure the others could hear it beating. it felt as if this moment had been going on for hours when it’d really only been about 15 seconds. you felt tingles flow throughout your body as you watched an almost unnoticeable smirk make it’s way across his lips. a smirk nobody else could’ve possibly seen unless they were staring at him as hard as you were. and that’s when you looked away, finally taking the liberty to compose yourself.

‘since when did any guy have this affect on me?’ you asked yourself.

when you finally zoned back in, you noticed the room was unusually quiet, you turned to look at the rest of the teens who were either focused on you, or bakugou.

oh. they noticed.

“the hell was that-?” mina spoke up, turning her head from bakugou to look over at you.

“were you guys speaking telepathically or some shit?” kaminari chimed in which earned a stifled laugh from kiri and jirou.

“staring contest.” bakugou said with a small smile patent on his lips, his eyes still trained on you features.

you looked towards the boy once more upon hearing his voice, “yeah. exactly.”

about an hour later everyone had decided that it was time for the six of you to go home and get some rest. you agreed, although you somewhat wanted to continue writing, considering you made little progress today. nonetheless, you grabbed your bag and made your way out the practice room. as you made your way to the front door, you noticed that among the rest of the teens, bakugou wasn’t there.

you furrowed your brows and stopped before turning back around towards the practice room, “hold on guys, i think i’m gonna stay a bit longer.” you notified your friends.

upon making it back to the practice rooms, you spotted bakugou sitting in the same spot, looking over the lyrics with a pencil in his hand. you watched as he would hum something before thinking it over and writing it down. it seemed that he already had an idea of what he wanted the song to sound like. he seemed content, and you found yourself sitting there for much longer than you had originally planned.

“hey,” you piped up.

he looked towards the door to find you leaning against the frame, “what?”

“you okay? er... need any help?” you inquired, walking over to the table and taking a spot in the chair next to him.

“i mean, i guess... i kinda got a few more things down.” he shrugged as he slid the notepad over to you and let you read what he’d wrote down.

not to say that you’d underestimated the boy, but you didn’t think that he’d grasp the theme of the song this well; you just didn’t think that it was his type of song.

“you grasped this way better than i thought you would.” you said to him.

he raised a brow, “what’d you think? that i don’t understand feelings of infatuation? love?”

“oh... no, no, no that’s not what i was tying to say at all. i’m sorry if it came off that way.”

bakugou let out a small chuckle, “i’m joking, dumbass. i understand.”

it went silent for a second before you broke it, “so you understand what the song’s about?”

“of course i do, i’m not stupid. i just wanna know who it’s about.” he turned to look at you, “who’s it about?”

once again you felt your mouth get dry and your heard your heartbeat in your ears. you felt your hands get sweaty and-

“you don’t have to answer, y’know. i can see you getting nervous.”

you made a face that said “huh?” before you answered, “i’m not.” you lied. “besides, you keep asking me who it’s about, when i feel like you have a hunch...”

he gave you a look before chuckling a bit and looking back to the notepad in front of you. though he looked confident, he was sweating bullets. every alarm in his head was going off saying that the song was about him, not that those alarms were wrong, but he kept on thinking ‘what if they are?’

like i said: they weren’t.

“and if i do?” he replied.

now it was your turn to seem confident, “i would tell you to tell me who you think it is.” you said as you rested your elbow on the table and gazed at him.

bakugou felt the tips of his ears turn the lightest shade of pink as his eyes set on you and your expression. did you have any idea what you did to this poor boy?

spoiler: you did.

the both of you stared at each other in silence, just as you’d did before. you waited for bakugou to answer you, while bakugou waited for the courage he needed to do so.

“y/n,” he began

“hm?”

“me?”

you raised a brow, “what about you?” you asked, already knowing what he meant.

“ugh i- the song... is it about me?”

“let’s finish it and maybe you’ll find out.” you tilted your head and gave him a smile before grabbing the pencil from his hand.

two weeks later and two days away from the gig, you and bakugou once again found yourselves in the company of just each other as you finalized the lyrics and chords to the song.

“i really do like working with you.” you broke the silence the two of you were currently in.

bakugou nearly dropped the guitar he was sturmming, “huh? you mean like... the band?”

you shrugged, “i mean, yeah, them too, but when we stay after together? i really enjoy it.”

bakugou swallowed thickly. what was he supposed to say back? it’s not like he didn’t enjoy working one on one, quite frankly it was one of the only things he looked forward to in the day besides going home.

“i know it’s kind of weird for me to say that, sor-”

“no.” he interrupted.

“what?”

“i mean, don’t apologize. i really like it too...” he mumbled.

a smile involuntarily made it’s way onto your face.

“also,” he continued, “your progress has been... really good... you’re doing a really good job and i just thought you should know that.”

“well that’s only because i had a really blunt, but amazing teacher to help me.” you smiled at him.

bakugou looked at you and your smile, his face softening at the sight.

since when did you become so pretty?

he spared you a glance and shook his head softly, your smile was utterly contagious.

“yeah, yeah. let’s just run through this; make sure everything’s where it needs to be.” he instructed, to which you nodded, grabbed your bass and walked over to him.

you sat down on the floor next to him then looked at him once again, waiting for his cue. bakugou looked back, having to compose himself before he got lost in your gaze.

he then gave you said cue, and the two of you strummed the beginning chords together. nothing except the comforting sounds of the notes filling the atmosphere around you two. and as the two of you continued, bakugou found a smile beginning to grow on his sharp features. he didn’t bother to try and stop it, either.

why would he? he’d never thought that he’d enjoy these moments with you as much as he did. whenever you two would have these one on one’s, he felt as if time was of no essence; as if nothing and nobody else mattered except the two of you. by the time the song ended, the boy was full on grinning.

“that was good!” you beamed at him, “what did you think?”

bakugou nodded, “you did- i mean we did great. it sounded amazing.”

“ready to go?” you asked as you began to pack up.

he nodded silently as he did the same.

“you don’t have to talk me home this time, i can tell you’re tired.” you told him before you exited.

“you sure?” he questioned. he would feel somewhat guilty if you were to walk home alone in the dark, but you assured him that it was okay. then, you bid your goodbye’s and you gave him a short hug, eventually the two of you locked up the store and parted ways.

the night of the performance, you found yourself backstage with the rest of your friends and the people on stage wrapped up their set.

“you guys nervous?” kaminari asked as he paced back and forth, he couldn’t seem to keep himself still.

“not gonna lie...” jirou began, “kinda... i mean, this place is much bigger than the last, and who knows who could be out there.”

mina perked up, “you’re right! that’s all the more reason to do our bests. we’ve all worked our asses off these past three weeks, and it shows. it doesn’t matter how good or bad someone else thinks we sound, because at the end of the day, nobody else’s opinion matters but ours. plus we sound fucking amazing, so fuck any and everybody who says we don’t.”

“mina is right. we’ve all made amazing progress, and we sound amazing,” bakugou spoke up, “there’s no reason to be nervous. so... just don’t fuck it up on the day it actually counts.”

a couple of laughs were shared at bakugou’s attempt at a pep talk, and then, as if on cue, your band name was announced onstage, signalling for you all to come on out. you looked over at bakugou, who for some reason was already looking at you, and smiled and encouraging smile. one to which his face couldn’t help but soften at.

when the six of you made it to the front stage, there was a welcoming applause. you all waved at the faces in the crowd before taking your places and getting everything set.

moments later, you were ready, and bakugou was giving his famous drummer count off.

the beat was slow and comforting. you could hear each note that everyone was playing perfectly. you swayed to the sound the instruments made while simultaneously trying to keep the note up on your own. then, you took a step toward the microphone and began to sing the first lyrics.

your voice come out smooth, as if it was some type of silk. although you were nervous as shit, you made it seem effortless. with mina and jirou’s supporting vocals in the background, everything sounded heavenly; just as you knew it would.

bakugou however, could only focus on the sound of your voice. he couldn’t hear anything else but the sound of you singing. in his eyes, nobody else was in the room besides you and him, and he swore thinking about the current situation in that way made him less nervous. watching you sway left and right as the next lyrics rolled off your tongue readily with your eyes closed and the stage lights shining on you just right? you looked incredible.

“secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought. maybe, i just wanna be yours,”

the sirens in the blonde boys head were once again going crazy, and as he leaned up to his mic for leading vocals, he felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. he was absolutely positive that everyone in the audience could see how hard he was staring at you.

the thoughts of your one on one’s, your smile and you in general swarmed his thoughts, and by this point, he wanted nothing more than to be yours and yours only.

“ i wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion. at least as deep as the pacific ocean; i wanna be yours.”

the whole time you sang, you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, but you knew who it was. bakugou staring at you as if you might disappear if he looked away may or may not have put a tinge of confidence in your play style as well as the way you sang.

oh, and the crowd? they loved it.

the loved the song, they loved the way you all played. you all could tell they were really enjoying this.

soon the song ended and the audience gave you the applause you all deserved. you grinned as you all made your ways backstage where you all joined in a group hug.

“oh, y/n you did great !” kirishima complimented you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“me?! you guys sounded amazing, don’t give me all the credit !” you gushed.

eventually, the group dispersed, and bakugou saw this as his chance to approach you. he was sweating, and he had no idea if it was because of the stuffiness of the air backstage or if he was genuinely nervous about what he was planning on doing. “y/n,” he started.

you looked up from your phone, eyes brightening as they made contact with bakugou’s own, “oh, bakugou, you did really good out there y’know? you were the main one i heard when you guys did the back-up vocals. you sounded amazing.” you praised.

“oh shut up, it was all you. your voice is gorgeous, y’know.” he stated.

you felt your cheeks heat up at his words, something about bakugou complimenting you in such a way made you feel warm inside, “thank you. that means alot coming from you.”

“i- uh... i still have one question...” the boy quipped

“go on.”

“who? who was the song about... you never told me.”

you felt a small smirk find it’s way onto your lips, “and who did you say you thought the song was about?”

bakugou swallowed hardly, “m- me.” he said, clearing his throat mid-way through.

“and what if i told you it was?” you implied, inching your face closer to his.

you watched bakugou’s cheeks turn pink before he replied, “i’d say... i wanna be yours.”

you took that as your invite to connect your lips together. the moment bakugou felt your warm lips on his, he didn’t waste another second before he kissed you back. you ran a hand up the back of his head as the kiss continued, and bakugou swore he was in heaven.

once you broke away, you looked at him with a teasing smile, “you be mine, and i’ll be yours?”

“deal.”

i had absolutely no idea ho to end this, but i hope you enjoyed <3

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atsukashii · 4 years

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❝devils advocate❞ // k. bakugou

SYNOPSIS: ➛ In a world of guardian angels, somehow, you got stuck with a guardian demon who is too hot for his own good.

» CHARACTER PAIRING: demon!Katsuki Bakugou x human!reader

» WORD COUNT: 5.1K

» GENRE: demon x human au, guardian demon au

» WARNINGS: 16+; mentions of death (non-character related), blood, swearing & fluff

« masterlist || ao3 »

Everyone on earth had a guardian angel. Guardian angels watched out for you, protecting you until it was eventually your time to pass on. You couldn’t see them, but you would meet them twice within your life. First, when you were born - a memory that would always remain as if had been engraved into your soul, and then again when you died. There had never been a recorded case of someone not having a guardian angel, until you. Your parents had taken you to a doctor once they had become aware of it, thinking something was very wrong. However, the doctor quickly deduced that you were either lying or just simply didn’t remember. Because everyone had one, but somehow you didn’t have one.

You were nine years old when Katuki Bakugou saved your life.

You had been walking home from a dinner reservation with your parents, full-bellied, and full of smiles when the unthinkable happened. What was a shadow on the wall, emerged a man who struck down your parents with only a few swift blows. Knocked to the ground, you stared at the puddle of blood slowly making its way towards you, then to the crimson liquid that splattered from the killer’s brutal swing of his blade. It was on your hands, your clothes, everywhere. You don’t remember much of what he had said back then, but you remembered the way the moonlight glinted off his silver blade, as he rose it over his head - his intention to make you his next victim, only for him to never have the chance to even bring the weapon down. The killer just...evaporated into a bloody mist. You remembered how the air around you seemed to tense, the smell of electricity entering your nose as you looked upon this new stranger who had appeared from literally nowhere and had saved your life.

You didn’t know much about guardian angels but you knew they were meant to have wings of white feathers. This...thing didn’t. Instead, his wings were jet black, dark membrane that resembled the wings of a bat, but with razor-sharp a looking talon’s on the top of each wing. They were utter terrifying.

He stared at you for a moment and just watched, his red eyes glowing in the dark alley. Dressed from head to toe in black, it was a stark contrast to his ash blonde hair, but it was his eyes - that crimson gaze that once turned on you, your body had trembled in fear. He had walked towards you, so menacingly that you had scrambled away until your back met the wall of the alleyway.

“P-please, don’t kill me. I’m sorry, p-p-please…” you had cried and begged, your voice weak and quiet. You were just a kid and maybe that was why he had spared you that day. Instead of misting you like he had the other guy. Your eyes moved from him to your parents, still on the floor of the alleyway and you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face. A cold hand met your face, turning your head from the sight and made your eyes meet his crimson gaze. His eyes glowed in the darkness whilst also seeming to suck you in as he searched for something. Letting out a scoff at whatever it was he found, he dropped his hand from your face and glared at you.

“No guardian huh?” Your heart stopped inside your chest for the millionth time that night. How had he known? “Listen up kid, from now on you’re under my protection. Nothings going to happen to you. Now get the fuck up,” And so far, he had been true to his word.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t an angel, he was a demon. Something you hadn’t realised was real until that day, but if guardian angels were, it made sense that they were too. And for some reason, Katsuki had made it his mission to be your guardian...of sorts. He seemed to step into your life whenever he chose and took advantage of the fact that no one else could see him or hear him, a lot. He was a sarcastic asshole ninety percent of the time, and the other ten percent was when he went lethal and became death incarnate. He revelled in the fact that he was a major pain in the ass and liked to be the vaguest creature on the planet, dodging all your questions about him and demons in general. But over time, you’d gotten somewhat used to it. When you were younger, he was around sparingly, but once you had moved out of your grandparent’s house and into a boarding school, his appearances became more frequent, until he was spending almost every day with you. You both loved it and hated it. He could be nice, but it was rare, and instead had decided to hang around frequently purely to annoy the crap out of you. He would spend a lot of time just hanging out with you in your dorm room doing incredibly mundane things, and acting like he despised every second of it and had better things to do - yet never actually made a move to leave.

And today was no different. You are supposed to be doing your homework as you’ve got exams soon and should really be paying attention as you’re in your final year of high school. Graduation was so close you can almost taste it, and then you wouldn’t have to see anyone from this pompous and obnoxious school ever again. But the weather outside was dreary and the rain and could cover had motivated you not to do school work, but instead to get out your notebook and draw. So you sit at your desk, music playing from your phone, softly flowing through the room as you for the millionth time, trace a familiar shaped eye. You weren’t sure when you had first started drawing Katsuki, but whenever you sat down with something in your hand, purposely to draw - he tended to be the first thing that came out. A familiar scent of a thunderstorm floods the room and you feel yourself relax in your chair as loud swearing breaks the peaceful quiet.

“Hey idiot, clean up your damn room. You can barely see the fucking floor!” Looking over your shoulder to the blonde, you drop your eyes to the small pile of washing on the floor and roll your eyes. So dramatic. You ignore the remark and turn back to your drawing, not caring if he sees what you’re doing - he was already past the point of teasing you and now just critiques your work. “I ain’t fucking ugly!’ was his favourite retort about your drawings. You hear Katsuki walk over towards you, looking over your shoulder to the sketchbook on your desk, and then shifting to the unfinished homework in the corner. He scoffs at your antics, but can’t be surprised as you handing in uncompleted homework is a common thing at this school. You weren’t exactly the star pupil.

“Do your fucking homework y/n.” he badgers you. He constantly nags you over the most trivial things, like making sure you’re eating, getting out of bed on days when you just want to sleep through the whole day. For someone who can strike the fear of death into the hearts of grown-ass men, he sure acts like a mother hen a lot of the time.

“It’s just math stuff… I’ll do it later. And besides, my teacher has it out for me I swear.” You defend, but he just scoffs like he doesn’t believe you and sits on the edge of your bed. It’s then that you notice the plastic bag in his hands. Raising your eyebrows, spin your chair towards him, and hold out your hands.

“What did you get this time?” You ask, giddy at the surprise dinner that happens most nights because you don’t want to face your classmates in the communal kitchen.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. You ain’t getting any idiot until you fucking start your homework.” Katsuki growls, pulling a plastic bowl from the bag and the smell of Italian food makes your stomach rumble. You glare at the blonde, knowing well how this is going to play out.

“You would deny me sustenance that I need to make my brain work out of pure spite?” You ask. The demon’s eyes swirl with amusement and you know that you’re winning.

“Don’t you use that fucking pity card with me.” He says, standing up to his full height and placing the bowl on your desk. “Eat, then do your fucking work idiot,” Katsuki grumbles, giving in easily before falling back onto your bed and opening his own food. You grab the plastic utensils and practically dive into the ravioli. The creamy flavour bursting on your tongue if so rich you groan.

“Where did you get this?” You ask, and the look Katsuki gives you - you can basically hear his response in your own mind. Where do you think I got it, idiot? With his ability to slip into shadows, your guardian demon also has a knack for travelling to other sides of the world in seconds, just for food. You have knickknacks from around the world in your dorm room from when he travels and you convince him to buy you something small. He’s got a dark sense of humour, so a lot of the things can be kinda creepy or just plain stupid, but you don’t mind. The fact that he brings you something is enough. You had a feeling he had once again, slipped into shadows and gotten tonight's dinner freshly from the homeland of pasta, and you wonder if he somehow knew you were craving Italian food. You both eat in silence before something on your desk catches Katsuki’s eye, and he can’t help but open his mouth.

“What the hell is that?” you follow his gaze to the partially scrunched up flyer sitting on top of your school books and sigh.

“A flyer for the school dance on Friday.” You say, shoving ravioli into your mouth so you don’t have to keep talking about it. You don’t really have a lot of friends, its a fact that you’re not embarrassed about. It was just the fact that you didn’t have a guardian angel had gotten you teased when you were younger, and add on top of that what happened to your parents - people thought you were bad luck and tended to stay far from you. But today, something had changed.

“And you’re going to go to that fuck fest?” Your food gets caught in your throat and you momentarily choke from his words. He has no filter. Your eyes water as you drink from your water bottle, you look at Katsuki whos watching you with his regular frown. Not even concerned in the slightest that you were just choking.

“No, I don’t think so…” You manage to get out, putting the lid back on your now-empty food bowl and pushing it to the corner of your desk. You can feel his glare at the back of your head as you hesitate to grab your books, but like usual, the demon wins and you grab your homework. You don’t have to look at him to know that he’s smirking at you. Him and his stupid smug face. Opening your books, you let out a sigh at the work. Katsuki has an unnerving ability to see straight through you, so you’re not surprised when he suddenly snaps at you.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘i don’t think so’?” he growls and you just shrug.

“I was asked.” You suddenly blurt out, your cheeks pink as you recall the awkward conversation earlier that day between you and a guy in your class. Because you didn’t really have a lot of friends at school, when you were asked by one of the most attractive guys in your grade, to say you were surprised was an understatement.

The demon just blinks at you, shock actually evident on his face, which is a first. He hides a lot of his emotions from you, basically everything other than anger and annoyance, and somewhat amusement.

“Someone asked you?” Katsuki grumbles, and something in his tone annoys you. He says it as if the thought of someone asking you was so unthinkable, and that hurt. Turning towards him, you give him a proper glare that has him stilling - not out fear because you’re you, and he is a demon - but just interest. He knows he’s annoyed you, it’s something he does a lot - but this time he’s properly pissed you off.

“Is that so hard to imagine?” you snarl at the blonde. If he’s taken back by your pissed off tone, he doesn’t let it show.

“Didn’t mean it like that idiot. I only meant that you don’t really hang out with a lot of people.” He was digging himself a deeper hole. “And why the fuck would you want to go anyways? I don’t.”

“That’s because you’re a demon and ‘mundane shit is beneath you,’” you quote the words he has used against you multiple times before. You don’t give him a chance to respond before you go off again. “And I want to go because I feel like I’m missing out on some big thing in the whole ‘high school experience’ if I don’t. I didn’t get the stereotypical school adventure that other people seem to get. I didn’t go to parties or sports events. So I’m going to this dance because someone asked me, and if you’ve got a problem with that you can leave.” You’re breathing hard when you finish, glaring with everything in you at him. He simply scoffs at you and gets up from your bed.

“Whatever. Go to the fucking dance, I’ve got shit to do.” for a moment your heart lurches in your chest as he moves away from you and towards the door as if he’s actually going to use it. The thought of him leaving always makes you feel uneasy for reasons you can’t really explain, maybe you’ve just got some weird separation anxiety from him seeing as he’s always around.

“Katsuki-” His eyes are on yours as he steps into a shadow and then he’s gone. You let out a sigh and turn back to your desk, looking at your drawing book still open, his eyes in monochrome staring back at you. You close the book harshly and lean back on your chair.

Why is he such an asshole?

❀ ❀ ❀

Friday comes around quickly but doesn’t go the way you were expecting it to. The dance begins at seven, yet here you are at half-past, sitting on your bed. You’d scrambled to find a dress and even put on makeup, and it was all for fucking nothing. Because you have been stood up. The whole thing was a damned joke, he never wanted to take you. You’re eyes sting and you quickly sniff - no I will not let this mediocre, insignificant guy ruin my damn makeup! you coach yourself, trying not to let it hurt as much as it does. You reach up to rub your nose until suddenly, striding out of nowhere like he owns the place, Katsuki appears in your room. You hadn’t seen him since he walked out on you two days ago. At first, you were pissed because you were his friend and he was being petty. But then, you’d missed him, a lot. You’d missed him lecturing you on your untidy room, you’d missed him when you had to walk to the food court for dinner, you had missed his smug face when he would catch you looking at him when you were reading and he was sitting doing god knows what. You had just missed his presence a lot, and that made you realise that you really liked this demon that had come into your life in the worst of times, yet somehow made it a whole lot better.

You’re about to question what the heck he’s doing here when he stops in his spot and looks over you. The red dress a now waste of money, along with the heels on your feet. It was all for nothing. “Aren’t you supposed to be at some dance right now?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous as he slowly puts things together. He probably already knows what’s happened just by looking at you, he’s too intelligent not to.

“I got stood up.” You explain embarrassed. You should have listened to Katsuki when he said it was a bad idea. Something deadly flickers to life in his vermilion gaze, and he suddenly spins, stalking for the door with a lithe swiftness that you know means he’s about to go and cause someone grievous bodily harm. Nope nope nope, that’s not happening. “It’s fine, Katsuki. Really.” Your words make him stop in his spot, and he turns half towards you, searching your face. “It was stupid to want to go anyways. You were right, it was a waste.”

“No it’s fucking not.” He hisses, pure rage radiating off him pulses. Closing his eyes, he lets out a sharp breath where you could have sworn you actually saw steam come from his nose. But then he looks you over once more, taking in the rare appearance of you in a dress. Thinking back on it, there’s a high chance that he’s never seen you in one, as you normally opt for shorts or jeans.

“Fuck this.” Katsuki sighs. He snaps his fingers and in the blink of an eye, his jeans and tee shirt are swapped for slacks and a button-up. Still pitch black in classic Katsuki fashion and his hair is still a mess but he’s dressed up and you can’t help but admit that he looks really handsome. You stare at him, processing the action for a moment. He looks so different. His wings are gone, you didn’t even know he could do that, heck you didn’t know he could snap his fingers and bam! If you didn’t already know he was a demon and you wanted to die, you’d tease him about how fairy-like that was. But again, you value your life.

It’s odd though, to see him without his wings. He almost looks like a regular person, but there is something about him, that makes him look like something more than human. Maybe it’s the sharp jaw or the piercing eyes, you weren’t sure - but there’s something other-worldly that he couldn’t seem to contain.

“Get off your ass.” His voice interrupts your thoughts, and you stare at him as he stands with his hand on the door handle holding it open. Shifting your gaze between the open doorway and him, you glance up at his face and at his serious expression. He’s not joking, he’s going to the dance. For you, with you, so you can go and won’t be alone.

You can’t contain your smile as you stand up and practically skip to the doorway. Happiness bubbling inside you and you want to grin, but for his sake, you calm it down and settle on a small smile. He rolls his eyes and offers you his arm. He’s full of surprises tonight, you think as you take it.

He doesn’t make a single grumble or comment as you head to the school gymnasium, and you hold your tongue as he hands the person at the door two tickets. How the hell did he even get those? The student collecting tickets eyes you both as you walk inside. It’s so cringe and everything you pictured it would be, and you can’t help but grin. Streamers dangle from the roof, white table cloths and balloons cover the tables, dim lighting and somewhat loud music - its perfect. You look to Katsuki who is eyeing your smile with raised eyebrows. I can’t believe you like this shit, he seems to say, but from the small smile on his face you know he’s amused by you.

“Come on idiot, let’s go.” As you walk through the throngs of people towards a table, you feel their eyes sticking to you like glue, shocked to see you here. And it’s then that you realise that other people can see him - you didn’t even know that was possible.

“I didn’t know you could make yourself be seen by people.” You mutter to him. Katsuki scoffs at you and gives you his typical ‘you’re an idiot’ expression.

“Of course I can, how the fuck do you think I saved your life dumbass?” He says, mentioning when you had first met and he… Okay, that makes sense. But he’s never done this before, he’s never let himself be seen by other people, he’s never changed his appearance like this either… You come to the realisation just how big of a deal this is for him, and you squeeze his arm in thanks. He flexes his arm under your touch and you know that’s his version of telling you it wasn’t a big deal.

You two spend the rest of the night laughing as Katsuki rips into other people and making up random crap about them just to make you laugh. His attempt to cheer you up isn’t missed by you, and you’re so grateful that he’s trying. People glance at you both every so often, wondering just who he is, but no one has approached to ask - however, that’s most likely due to the vicious glare that Katsuki drills into anyone that comes too close to your table. But you’re thankful for the fact that its just the two of you.

The music switches to something slow and you can’t help but eye the people coupling off in the middle of the gymnasium floor. Looking quickly at Katsuki who looks too good to be true in the blue lighting, you suck in a breath and prepare yourself. Ignoring the sudden nervous rollercoaster-worthy butterflies springing to life in your stomach, you stand from your chair and shove your hand towards your guardian demon.

“Dance with me.” You try to say with confidence. Katsuki’s lips tick up ever so slightly at your lame attempt of assurance.

“I ain’t dancing with you, idiot.” He says, leaning back in his chair and pretending to get comfortable. Maybe if you didn’t know him any better you would have thought he was serious, and that dancing was his limit. But you had known Katsuki for years and spent more time with him then you had with anyone ever. You knew him, and he knew you. And you knew that although it would probably earn you grumbling, groaning and eternal complaints, he would do it.

“Please…” With an over-dramatic groan, Katsuki raises from his chair and takes your hand. Your cheeks instantly warm at the contact, and your heart jumps to your throat as he leads you from the table. It’s not the first time he’s touched you, he’s held you before on sleepless nights where you’ve woken up from nightmares of your parents and sat with you tucked into his side until you can determine what’s real and what’s not. But this time, it’s different; you realise you want him to hold your hand. You want him to tuck you into his chest and hold you - and you want him to want too as well. He guides you out to the crowd of people and walks you right to the middle before placing his warm hands on your hips, pulling you towards him. Your arms brace yourself on his chest as you crash into him, and he grins wildly at your blushing face.

You sway side to side, ignoring everyone else in the room as you look up to him. Not in a million years did you ever think you would find yourself here, but it was harder to wrap your head around the fact that it was with Katsuki, the demon that had taken it upon himself to look out for you.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You have to ask. You have to know if he feels the same way as you. Because if he doesn’t then you’ve got to draw some sort of lines, because your heart won’t be able to take it - no matter how much it will hurt to separate yourself from him.

His vermillion eyes stare into yours, and you feel yourself being slightly sucked in. He had told you at first that it was a demon thing, but maybe it’s just a Katsuki thing. They glinted like rubies when the lights hit them, and as much as he would hate you saying it - he was very pretty.

“Because I didn’t want you to miss out on something that obviously meant so much to you dumbass.” Alright, that was a logical answer. But there was something more than he was withholding from you, you knew it.

“Please…” the whisper left your mouth, and if he didn’t have enhanced hearing, you knew he wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Tearing his gaze from you, your eyes settled on his throat just in time to see him swallow nervously. Surely not. You couldn’t even remember a time when you had ever seen him anything other than confident.

“When I first found you, I had no idea where I was or what I was doing. Something pulled me to that alleyway that night and I still don’t know what or why. Once I saw what was going on, I was going to leave you there.” his admission rocks you, and instinctively try to step back, but his arms tighten around you - locking you in place and keeping you close to him. “And then I saw your parents, and you on the floor and I had to do something.” He sighs, hanging his head slightly so you can hear him better. “There are laws, even for my kind, that we have to follow. And that day, I broke a lot of them - and have continued to do so every day since then.” He says, his explanation surprising you. He doesn’t really talk about his private life, and or what really goes on with demons. So him even telling you this, its a lot. He moves slightly, now looking into your eyes with complete severity and something else in his gaze that traps the air inside your lungs.

“I can’t explain what I’m doing, because I don’t even fucking know. But I know one thing, and that’s the fact I want to be around you all the damn time, and if I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you and it drives me fucking crazy.” his hands tighten on your hips as if trying to tether you to this moment for as long as he can. Because with his revelations, your brain is threatening to float away but you force yourself to stay grounded to hear the words you’ve wanted to hear for so long.

“All I want is you, dumbass.” Holy shit. Katsuki is smiling softly down at you, and you honestly can’t believe what’s currently happening, but you honestly know if you don’t kiss him now you will spontaneously combust.

You don’t even give him a chance to breathe before you grab his cheeks, raising on your toes and crush his lips to yours. You feel him tense beneath your hands and for a split second, you think shitshitshitshit and try to pull away. Then in a movement too fast to be natural, a hand moves to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he deepens the kiss, and proceeding to make your legs turn into noodles. You should probably care that you’re in the middle of a high school dance right now, but you can’t bring yourself to. All you care about is the demon currently stealing the breath from your lungs and making butterflies swarm your stomach in a mad panic. Your lips separate by just a few inches, and you finally breathe again, unsure as to if you’re lightheaded from the lack of oxygen or the kiss, but you have a feeling its both. The smug smile that tugs at Katsuki’s mouth make you think its probably the latter.

“Um, I...” You want to say something other than that, but your brain and mouth are no longer working together, so you momentarily stand there like a moron, which makes the guy in front of you smug as hell.

“If I knew that’s what it took to shut you up, I would have done that a long time ago.” Katsuki grins another feral smile and you can’t stop the laughter that bubbles from your lips. Your face floods with embarrassment over your lack of motor skills and you lean your forehead against his chest. The sound of his pounding heart makes you grin too, knowing that you’re not the only one affected by this new massive thing in your life. Katsuki’s hand brushes your head softly and you close your eyes, just letting yourself sway along with him to the music. You realise that the argument you had earlier in the week wasn’t about the dance, but someone taking you to the dance… and of course, he couldn’t come to that conclusion and asked you himself because he’s too stubborn and is a demon… He’s a demon, the reality jumps around your brain, and you try to find the problem with the statement, but you can’t. Not when he is who he is.

“This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?” You ask against his chest.

“I’m not going to lie to you, it’s not going to be easy. There’s so much I need to tell you,” Looking up at him, he lets you see the insecurity surrounding your response, something he wouldn’t let anyone normally see. Did he honestly think that you were going to leave now? After all of that?

“Nothing in my life has ever really been easy,” you point out, unable to hide your smile once again. “So I’m not surprised that anything surrounding you would be anything but.” Any hesitation he had is gone as he leans his forehead against yours, a sigh slipping from his lips. You can’t hold the words in, and for once, they come out with such conviction, it leaves no room for doubt.

“I love you Katsuki,” His eyes are closed, but his smile is wide, and you can see the happiness in his features.

“Thank you y/n.” Unsure as to why exactly he’s thanking you, you tighten your arms around him and this time he places a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you too, y/n.” You revel in the words, closing your eyes and swaying along to the music.

Katsuki Bakugou was a demon who had saved your life when you were nine years old, and you were stupidly, irrevocably in love with him, and that would never change.

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@ktdkvalentines for Syd on Ig Valentines Exchange

Bakudeku College Au. TW: panic attack, anxiety, some angst w/happy ending based on the request.

Izuku Midoriya was in a great mood that Fall morning as he arrived at the college campus. His first day of his first year away from home, ready to start the next leg of his journey. He’d chosen this university for its good reviews and psychology program. He wanted to do something good in his life and what better way then helping others who’d suffered like he had. Not that he’d had a horrible life but growing up in a single parent household created some attachment issues and bullying when he was younger left him with anxieties. All through high school he’d worked extra hard to get to a point where he could function most of the time, and he was proud of how far he’d come. That growth is what led him to pursue a career in psychology, to take his negative experiences and turn them into a positive one.

So, he wasn’t ready when he walked into the dorm room and saw the familiar blonde hair and red eyes of his nightmares looking back at him.

Oh, this couldn’t be happening! Izuku swallowed hard, a mantra of calming statements flooding his brain as a silent staring content ensued. Neither man said a word, but the longer this went on for, the voices in his mind slowed and were replaced with questions. He was starting to realize... did the blonde even remember him?! He couldn’t tell if it was confusion, or maybe pain on the man’s twisted features, but it certainly wasn’t the angry boy he’d grown up with.

“Wow, Izuku is that you?” The man spoke with no malice in his tone, even rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Been a long time, huh?”

“Yeah... about 7 years I think.”

“H-How you been?”

“Okay, I guess. A bit surprised to see a familiar face.”

The blonde’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he averted his eyes to the ground, “probably not who you’d hoped to see again...”

“I didn’t say...”

“No, no, it’s okay.” The man waved his hands to stop him. “I— I owe you an apology Zuku. And I’m not looking for forgiveness cause I don’t deserve it, but I hope we can, I don’t know like start off fresh, I guess, since we’re stuck in this room together.”

Izuku blinked in confusion, what had happened to Katsuki Bakugou in these past 7 years?! He was certain it wasn’t all arouse, or that the man was trying to bring his guard down, because Katsuki sounded genuine. Until the age of 2 or 3 they were actually really close, but for some reason by the end of their first year of primary school, he’d started picking on Izuku, or taking out his anger on the smaller boy. He had no idea what triggered it, but in the end, he was left emotionally scarred. Now, the man standing before him exuded a broken version of that 3-year-old child he once knew.

“You’re right. I lost count of how many times I ran home in tears because of you. We were best friends and it really hurt when you started picking on me and being mean to me.” The pain evident in his voice rang out into the small, shared room. “I don’t care why you did it. But,” Izuku continued with a sigh, “you’re right, I don’t wanna rehash the past either, so if we can just start over and put up with being roommates, we’ll see how it goes.”

“I’d like that. A-and I know it might not mean much but am sorry Zuku— about how I’d treated you. I promise, I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I believe you.” And he did, for now. Deep down, Izuku always tried to stay positive because if he didn’t, and allowed the irrational thoughts to fester, it could pull him right back into an episode. He didn’t fully trust Katsuki yet, but if was serious about going into the counseling field, he also knew it was important to continue moving forward. That didn’t mean divulging all of his secrets, or telling Katsuki about his own struggles, but he’ll stay alert to make sure that at any sign the man was slipping, he’d get out of there.

As the first two months crept along, the roommates went about their own business with very little interactions at first. It was a bit weird to Izuku, to be in a shared room where their beds were literally just a few feet from one another’s, yet they were lucky to go beyond a good morning or hello. In comfortable situations, he was a bubbly person who genuinely enjoyed talking to people, so the stillness of their room was unnerving. Of course, this was better than feeling fearful around Katsuki, but how are they to move forward and maybe become friends again, if they weren’t interacting?

So, because they weren’t talking, Izuku did the next best thing and observed. One thing that had not changed about Katsuki, was being meticulous. The blondes side of the room was always neat and tidy, books or stationery on the desk stacked perfectly, clothes in the closet organized by color and type, even the bed was always made with crisp corners. Early to bed and early to rise, the man had a ritual of sorts. If he wasn’t studying at his desk, he’d be on his bed reading or listening to music. Even the way Katsuki ate was curious to Izuku, constantly wiping his hands or face of any residue. There were a few things the blonde requested of him, no scented candles or strong, smelling fish type meals, and to leave his side of the curtains closed, something about the sunlight bothering him. They were simple enough requests to acquiesce to.

The man rarely left the room except to go to class and as far as he could tell, Katsuki had only one other friend on the campus who’d occasionally drop by. A nice guy, very friendly named Eijiro Kirishima. Well, he assumed they were friends because most of the time, his roommate stayed quiet while Eijiro did the talking. Izuku was pretty sure he spoke to the man more then Katsuki during these visits. They seemed unlikely friends really, one happy-go-lucky, and one anti-social... kind of reminded him of their once friendship now that he thought about it.

Izuku could appreciate the idea of sticking to familiar surroundings. Their dorm room was a sanctuary for him as well. He avoided large, crowded areas as much as possible, and if he didn’t know anyone, did his best to be inconspicuous. But within their room, with just the two of them, it should be a comfortable experience. Before coming to the school, he’d wondered what his roommate would be like or imagined making friends, so it was a little disappointing. By the third month it was a close friend of Izuku’s that suggested he make the first move to engage Katsuki in conversations. Start out simple, maybe learn any hobbies, what music he listened to, his major, etc. Forget the fact he knew the man and pretend as if he’s trying to make a new friend. Ugh, he hated making the first move. Izuku preferred being engaged not initiating it because it drove his anxieties up. But they were right. ‘Think of it like practice,’ Izuku reasoned with himself, ‘pulling a difficult client out of their shell.’

It was a lazy Sunday around midterms when Izuku decided to make a move. As he sat rested on his bed similarly to Katsuki, with his back against the wall and a textbook propped on his legs. Every few seconds, he glanced over the book’s edge, side-eyeing the blonde who was also nose deep into a chemistry textbook. Should he say something? But the man looked preoccupied, and Chemistry is a difficult subject. Maybe he shouldn’t bother Katsuki? He didn’t want to be annoying or anything and it wasn’t important really. Then again, the guy was always preoccupied with something or other and if he waited for a perfect moment, what if it never came? Would he wait forever? No, this was as good a time as ever.

Izuku lowered his book. “H-How’s the studying going Kacchan?”

The blonde turned to look at him briefly. “Fine.” Then returned to his reading.

“Oh, that’s good.”

Ugh! It was always so hard to get a read on Katsuki! His affect and tone were flat, no anger, amusement, nothing, just his common one worded response. It was rare for the blonde to give or maintain eye contact, so at least the man looked at him this time.

He tried another question. “I noticed your chemistry book, is that your major?”

“Yup.”

“Um, what do you do with a chemistry degree?” Izuku asked genuinely.

This time Katsuki surprised Izuku when he stopped and put his book down before engaging. “I’m fascinated by the chemical reactions of fire and combustion. How it works, why it occurs, how it can be manipulated, stuff like that. And I don’t know, I could be a scientist, or maybe do pyrotechnics, just work somewhere I don’t have to talk to too many people.”

“Wow! I mean I was never good at math and stuff to understand, but it sounds pretty interesting.”

“I guess so. What’s with the questions all of a sudden?”

“W-Well,” Izuku shifted his body to face the man completely, “we’re roommates. I don’t expect us to be full-on friends, but I figured it would be nice to talk sometimes.” Katsuki’s silent reply of nothing forced him to make a decision to continue talking, because he assumed if the man wasn’t interested, he would have turned away. Silence wasn’t exactly a normal response, but maybe the blonde really wasn’t sure what to say next. “I don’t expect you tell me super personal stuff— just small talk. Like, um, what kind of music do you like?”

“Alternative.”

Izuku’s eyes flashed with surprise at such a quick response. Okay, so Katsuki was fine with answering. “I like that too! Well, some,” he giggled. “Though I mostly listen to pop now. What about movies?”

“Horror films.”

“Oof,” Izuku cringed. “I can’t handle those they scare me too much!”

“I remember. It gave you nightmares.”

Bouncing on the bed, Izuku’s legs moved to hang over the edge in his excitement. He was really surprised in a good way that Katsuki remembered something so mundane about him. “Wow! You still remember that?! Yeah,” he laughed, “I’ll stick to sci-fi or action. Plus, I’m not fond of theaters anyways so, I just watch stuff on my laptop.”

“Why not? You used to be the outgoing one.”

That made Izuku flinch because he wasn’t ready to tread into that territory with his former bully. “Oh, you know, it’s always crowded, and you have to deal with parent-less kids causing a racket in the place. I rather just enjoy my movie without all that.”

“Makes sense. I don’t care to go to places like that either.”

“Yeah, I noticed that— is there anything you do like or hobbies maybe?”

“Just exercising in the early morning, by myself, except since Eijiro inserted himself, I tolerate him.”

So, that confirmed what he’d already suspected. Katsuki kept his body in really great shape and that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Izuku. But since he wasn’t much of a morning person, he didn’t notice what time Katsuki left the dorm, only the man’s return, showered and refreshed. Needless to say, the blonde male with wet hair was nice to look at and smelled good too. “Oh,” his face heated up at the thought of it, but he needed to play dumb. “So, that’s what you do in the mornings. I wondered about that.”

Things between the roommates settle into a comfortable routine. As another month passes by, Izuku still needed to start the conversation, but at least Katsuki would respond amicably or engaged with him, and to his delight with the help of Eijiro, they’d even managed to get the man to go out to dinner once. Those years of dread and angst were melting away, and soon enough Izuku looked forward to spending time with his old friend.

He still couldn’t get a full read on Katsuki’s demeanor. The man’s emotionless responses made it difficult to tell whether or not he was even enjoying anything. So, Izuku could only assume that by participating, he didn’t mind. The old Katsuki would say whatever he was thinking, good or bad, and while he got the sense that he would do so as needed, such as letting him know about the scent issue, it would be really nice if it didn’t feel like a guessing game all the time. Regardless, the progress they were making to rekindle any sort of relationship was a win in Izuku’s mind.

“Here.”

Izuku looked up from his desk to see a plastic shopping bag held in Katsuki’s hand. “What’s this?” He took it tentatively.

“I saw it at the store. You still into this stuff?”

He opened the bag and pulled out the latest action figure of his favorite comic book character. It was a figurine he’d been saving up his spare money to buy. “Kacchan,” Izuku looked back up curiously at the man. “Is this for me? How’d you know?”

Katsuki just shrugged. “Just remembered you were obsessed with the guy.”

“Thank you, really, but I can’t except this gift, it’s not even my birthday.”

“Just take it. Think of it as an I’m sorry gift if it makes you feel better.”

As Izuku sat there stunned, the blonde simply went back to his bed without another word and picked up a book as if nothing significant had just occurred.

“T-Thank you, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, no prob.”

His face heated up and a smile took over as he stared at the action figure for a few seconds before staging it prominently on his bedside table. Izuku had left all of his collectibles at home, so it was nice to have something in their room. But even more important, was again, Katsuki remembered something about Izuku from their childhood and took the time to get this gift. Despite their long rocky history, this small act meant the world to him. It was the first true moment to make Izuku think, maybe they really could be like they once were.

Finals were approaching in barely two more weeks, and some students were already stressing out. The anxiety in the air felt palpable to Izuku. He could feel it practically oozing off the other students. Of course, everyone dealt with stress in different ways. Some went inwards, the pressure fueling them to work harder while other’s went the completely opposite route of goofing off and procrastinating. Other’s might stress eat, binge caffeine drinks, and friends banded together in study groups. But then there are the ones who took out their frustrations and stress on others.

Bullies. The bane of Izuku’s existence.

Most of the time, he could easily avoid their type around campus. He’d developed a sixth sense for such individuals which his therapist explained as a heightened sense of energy levels. It’s really not as mystical as it sounds, rather that, those like him that suffer from a high level of anxiety, are sensitive to other people’s emotional outputs. Being bullied or harassed himself certainly sent his anxiety’s skyrocketing but seeing it could also trigger a problem depending on the severity.

Hence his current predicament...

It was the end of the day for Izuku and he was ready to just get back to his dorm, eat something, and dive into his studies. One of his teachers had released the finals study guide early, so he thought it best to get a head start. But as he made his way past the row of dorm buildings, Izuku spotted something that sent a cold chill down his spine. Three men cornering a fourth. They were at least 50 yards away and he couldn’t hear everything they were yelling. Something about a group project, pulling weight— One man had grabbed the victims shirt and was semi-lifting him up while the other two men just watched and egged him on.

Oh, this was not good! Izuku’s memories started to replay and his experiences were brought back to the forefront. The men’s faces were so close... he could almost feel the hot breath wafting over, spit hitting his face, or the smell of the bullies breath. It made him sick to his stomach. Izuku’s heart raced, his throat began to close up, and breathing grew erratic. He needed to get out of there! The red piercing eyes of his nightmares took center stage in his mind’s eye... all those times he was harassed and battered by Katsuki rushing back like a wave to toss him against a wall of sandy hair.

‘Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths!’ Izuku screamed in his head, ‘calm down, calm down, get back to my room! It’s not you, it’s not you... it’s not him! It’s not him!!’

Izuku picked up the pace, a fast walk over a running sprint to avoid being noticed. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself and risk becoming the new target. He dug his nails hard into his arm to force his mind towards a physical distraction, but it wasn’t working.

A deep voice screamed, cursing at the top of its lungs, and filling Izuku’s mind, just like that long ago day. The worst attack, the one that finally pushed his mother to move him to a different school. All the fear coursing through his veins rush back, heart pounding against his rib cage. Katsuki had grabbed him, hand fisted into his shirt as he pushed Izuku up a wall and off his feet. He could still feel the cold stone wall behind him juxtaposed to the pain from his hot throbbing lip and swollen cheek where he’d been struck.

He burst through the dorm room door, stumbling, spilling his bag onto the floor as he fell to his knees, gasping for air because his jaw felt locked up and he couldn’t get enough air. All of his muscles were tensing up, imagined or not, it felt like he was suffocating. His body was shaking, sweating— he wanted to puke.

“Whoa, Zuku, what’s wrong?!”

Katsuki had rushed over and dropped to the floor, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders to hold him up and steady. But he couldn’t answer the man in words. Tears were streaming down his face as he did his best to focus and answer the man, but it was tough, fighting against the rapid assault of images in his mind and cursing blaring in his eardrums.

“Fuck, um, allergic reaction?!”

Izuku shook his head violently, no.

“Choking?!”

Again, Izuku shook his head violently, no.

“Panic attack?!”

Izuku now adamantly shook his head, yes!

“Okay, okay, shit, panic attacks, um, it’s been awhile, what do I— oh, right, okay, okay, d-don’t move!” Katsuki stumbled back to his feet and ran out of the room, coming back within a minute with a cup of ice cubes from the common kitchen. He takes one, two, three, shoving it into Izuku’s mouth. It took a bit of effort to get the man’s jaw to open wide enough to shove it in. “Close your mouth all the way, try to get the ice to touch the roof of your mouth.”

Seconds after the ice touched, it sent a brain freeze from hell shooting through Izuku’s pain receptors. “Ahhh!” He spat out all the melting cubes as his hands fly up to his head, cradling, squeezing to counter against the physical pain, “cold! Cold! Cold!”

At that statement, Katsuki slumped back onto his haunches in relief. “Oh good, it worked.” He then took Izuku’s hands with an even soft tone. “Look at me.” Once the man complied, he continued. “Focus on your breathing, inhale when I say to, exhale when I say to.”

Izuku struggled against the embers of irrational thoughts coupled with the brain freeze coming down. His breathing stayed haggard, jagged as he fought his own mind to follow Katsuki’s instructions. But every time he’d start to struggle, the man would refocus him back to the breathing by pressing his thumb nail into the webbing of Izuku’s hand. Not very hard, but enough of a sting to bring back his focus on the physical. It took about 15 minutes until he could breathe in time with Katsuki’s words.

Be it the overwhelming sense of release or sheer exhaustion, Izuku collapsed on to Katsuki’s chest. His panicked breathing whittled down to silent sobbing. The blonde didn’t move or flinch and held the man up, simply keeping his arms around his back without a word. Minutes dragged by as the tears finally slowed.

“Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku breathed out. “How’d you know what to do?”

“Let’s just say, I’ve had my share.”

Izuku sat back, rubbing away the moisture drying on his cheeks as he looked at his roommate with new eyes. “You? W-When? I-I mean if you don’t wanna say, it’s fine, I’ll understand. We probably both have a lot a secrets.”

Katsuki thought for a moment. “If I tell you what happened, you gotta come clean too.”

He hadn’t expected that, but after what had just occurred, perhaps it was time. “Okay,” Izuku nods.

“In middle school I was sent to a therapist because of my anger issues and diagnosed as a high functioning autistic. Frankly, I don’t know how much to believe in that, but in the end, the therapist was a good thing.” Katsuki leaned back against a desk leg. “The short answer, I learned the reason I’d started bullying you was because I was getting frustrated with myself which lead to anger, and I wrongly took it out on the closest person to me.”

“Why were you frustrated? I thought we were fine...”

“It had nothing to do with you. It was me and I don’t know, I just started feeling different, I didn’t like being around people, didn’t understand or even care about anyone because I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. Yet I’d watch you make friends so effortlessly and I got mad. There’s a lot more to it, even blamed my mom for some of it, but I just didn’t know how else to get it out except through anger. It took a few years to learn to control myself. That’s one of the reasons I got into exercising. If I start feeling frustrated, I can take it out that way now, burn off the excess energy I guess.”

Izuku was a little taken aback at the idea Katsuki’s been diagnosed on the autism spectrum. The man didn’t seem like he had a mental disorder, but the clues were there. The aversion to certain stimulus, social apathy, his fixations on certain elements. “Wow... I had no idea. It doesn’t excuse what you did, but I’m glad you’ve come this far.”

“So, what about you?”

“I don’t think it was just the bullying that started it all. After my dad left us, I was already vulnerable, it’s why I latched onto you so quickly. So, when you started— I-I felt extremely hurt. You were my first friend, my best friend Kacchan and when you started hurting me... I don’t know what was worse, the physical pain or the mental ones. By the time I moved schools, I’d developed anxiety and depression, and it got so bad my mom finally took me to a therapist where I worked all through high school to get it under control. I do really good now, but sometimes things trigger me.” More tears resurface to cloud Izuku’s eyes, but he kept them from spilling. “Today, on my way here, I-I saw a guy being harassed and it brought it all back again. Nothing was working, so I just thought if I could just get to safety, a-and I don’t know, I figured I could get it under control once I was alone. But I’m glad you were here, because I don’t think I could have. You really, saved me today Kacchan.”

“It doesn’t make up for anything. I’m the asshole who made you like this.”

He snorted a laugh, “that’s for sure, but the cause became the cure.”

“What?”

“You caused this, but today you cured it. That means a lot to me because I do want to forgive you.”

“No. I don’t deserve a second chance. I’m content that we’re at least on speaking terms again and I could make amends somehow.”

“Kacchan, everyone deserves a second chance.” Izuku’s smile returned. “We were kids. You didn’t know better. And you’ve changed, that’s the important thing. I think we’ve both changed.”

“How?”

“Well, it’s those experiences that helped me to find a new passion in life to help others— people like us who are struggling with something. Turn a negative into a positive.”

“How the hell do you do that? You just had a panic attack and you’re already sunny smiles again. I mean you were always like this, and it’s me, I just don’t get emotions, but if you wanna forgive me, I guess I can’t stop you.”

Izuku shrugged. “Nope you, can’t,” he smiled wider. “Right now, this is probably the happiest I’ve felt in a very long time.” He stood up and extended a hand, helping Katsuki to his feet. “Dinner, my treat.”

“I don’t feel like going out.”

“I know,” Izuku smiled. “I’ll order in.”

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sincerelybubbles · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request an I, J, S, T for Bakugo and Shinsou please? I love them too much lol;-; Congrats on 100+ followers! You deserve all of them

I answered J and T for Bakugou here :) thank you for the kind words and request!

Katsuki Bakugou

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Bakugou doesn’t say he loves you until he is one hundred percent sure he does

Which is super reassuring because then you know for a fact that he’s not just saying it to please you

This is the one thing that Bakugou will want to make sure is romantic in his own way, ofc

It’d probably be close to a year into your relationship, even if you’ve already said it (and if you have said it, and he hasn’t, don’t get upset. He’s taking his time learning how to soften himself and open up to you. He wants to make sure he gets this right)

In his mind, he has to make sure he means it when he tells you, and he realizes that it’s a huge fucking clue that he cares so much about ensuring that you know he actually cares about you and isn’t just saying the words to say them

He even goes as far as practicing what he’ll say in the mirror, although he gives up after a few moments, mumbling about how stupid this is

He surprises you with flowers, despite always telling you how dumb it is to give someone flowers when they’ll just die, and he’s cooked a meal, and has even set up the couch with blankets and pillows and a movie

You think it’s just date night until he looks at you while you’re eating, and you’re talking about your day, and your hair is all messed up, you’re in comfortable clothes, and you just look so fucking beautiful

Full-on interrupts you while you’re talking

“Oi, I love you, you know.” He says it while looking directly in your eyes, faintly blushing, but with a determined look in his eyes

And if you’re not ready to say it back, he understands. It actually means a lot if you admit it, because it makes him feel better about waiting as long as he did

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Mans is protective as fuck

He trusts you, and knows you can take care of yourself, but he also likes taking care of you

He wants you to know that he cares, and the best way he can do that is to protect you and let you know that you’re always safe with him

He even does the cute little small things, like always walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street, or keeping a hold on your hand in a crowd, and holding his arm out in front of you while he brakes in a car

It’s the small stuff like that that makes you feel truly protected

But it’s also the large things

If you’re a hero working alongside him, he trusts you in a fight to protect yourself, but after everything is over, he’s by your side at once, eyes scanning you for any and every sign of injury

It’s post-fight ritual to get healed if needed, then go home and change before napping

And the entire nap he holds you tight

If you’re not a hero, he tries to walk you everywhere when he can to keep you safe

And he teaches you basic self-defense if you don’t know it

“If you see a fight, you fucking run. Don’t try and be a hero, that’s my job.”

Calls you after a fight immediately, even injured and exhausted

He’ll never admit it, but you also make him feel protected and safe

He pretends to be annoyed, but he actually loves you doting on him and his every need when he’s even slightly injured

When he’s having PTSD nightmares and you wake him up and hold him tight, he allows himself to cry because he feels safe with you

Hitoshi Shinsou

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Another one who doesn’t say it super fast

But not because he’s hesitant like Bakugou, but because he just assumes you know

He loves you with every fiber of his being, he can’t imagine how you don’t know

He says it sleepily one night, with his nose in your hair, hands running up and down your back

He’s about to fall asleep when it just tumbles from his lips, gently, and just loud enough for you to hear

You just sit up suddenly

“You do?”

“I thought you knew.”

He’s looking up at you with half-opened eyes, a faint smile on his face

When you say it back, he smiles even more, cheekily saying “I know” before hugging you again

He apologizes for not saying it when he realized, but he also doesn’t really know when he figured it out

It’s just natural for him, because of course, it’s you

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t really get jealous?

He’s sort of protective, but that’s only if you’re uncomfortable

He trusts you with everything inside of him, so the thought of jealousy doesn’t ever cross his mind really

And when it does, he just tries to ignore it until he can bring it up to you in private, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by doing anything in the moment

If you look uncomfortable at someone’s comments or advances, he’ll gently wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you away

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s also a protective one

Physically, he watches you super carefully, ensuring that, if you get into any trouble, he can be there in a heartbeat to help

Can and will put himself in danger to protect you, even from the most mundane things like a pillow in a pillow fight

If you fight alongside him, he trusts you, but also is very conscious of where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re fighting at all times

It never distracts him though, it’s actually motivation

He wants to handle things quickly and easily to get you out of danger as soon as possible, so his performance actually increases greatly when you’re fighting with him

he also may want to impress you, but shh

He also really likes to be the one being protected

Thinks it’s super sweet when you try and protect him from something, and admires your strength to do so

Never has there ever been someone more proud of his gf then Shinsou

If you’re not a hero, he still protects you however he can, either by walking you everywhere, teaching you to fight, or buying you pepper spray

He also still appreciates you trying to protect him, but it makes him slightly nervous that you’ll try and be brave when the moment is wrong

He appreciates you stepping in to speak up for him, but doesn’t want you to try and do anything when he’s in actual danger

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hitoshi isn’t the type of guy to go all out on an anniversary or holiday

He’ll buy you a few nice presents on holidays, but only if they really mean something to you. Otherwise, he’s more into going and doing something with you, or spending time in with you

It means much more for him to spend a few extra hours in bed with you, just cuddling and talking, then some small gift like a new phone case

Not that he wouldn’t 100% cherish any and every present from you

He does tend to put in more effort then you would expect in day-to-day life

He plans little dates often, even just walking to buy groceries usually turns into a small outing where he buys you ice cream

He cooks and does small things for you without asking

But if you mention it to him, he’ll just shrug and brush it off

He honestly doesn’t even expect a thank you, and he’ll blush a little if you shower him in praise for what he considers doing practically nothing

He really likes spending time with you, and planning small outings. He wants nothing more then for you to know that he loves you and loves spending time with you

a/n: and just like that, my 100 follower celebration has been all wrapped up!! thank you to everyone who has requested :p

this was really fun, and feel free to send in any regular requests you have, as I will start working on the few I currently have now

thank you everyone for all of your support, it means the world to me :p

#shinsou #shinso #shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinso x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #my hero academia x reader

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Day After (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Crack/fluff

Summary: Office parties are mostly a bad idea. You never know if you might say something to someone who really matters to you.

Warnings: A little more cursing than usual

Word count: 2,031

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

For @lovingshoto‘s 200 follower special!

a/n: This took longer than I thought it would, only because I always fall asleep when I start writing I’m a tired college student

There’s a male Ashido character here based on designer_eyebags on Tik Tok because it’s fabulous and absolute needed for a crack fic like this. Some other characters may/may not be OOC, depending on your own imagination of things.

I’m off from uni this week and next week because someone probably has Covid-19 at my school and I was gonna be on spring break next week anyway, so after I catch up with all my assignments and stuff, I’ll hopefully be writing more!

Enjoy and follow @lovingshoto please and thank you!

Also, spot the TikTok meme

"Unngghh."

My forehead presses against the cool desk, my stomach rumbling uncomfortably and my temples pounding to the beat of an EDM track.

"You look completely hammered, what the hell happened last night?"

I don't bother lifting my head at Jirou's voice. "Many mistakes were made," I groan. "I feel like death."

"It was smart of YaoMomo and I to skip then." The light ruffle of papers trickles next to my ear. "You still need to get these reports done by the end of the day. Sorry, buddy."

God. Damnit. I lift my heavy head up, regretting all of my life choices until this moment. The office party last night is a giant blob of flashing lights, alcohol, and questionable decisions. I never even knew that half the people here would get as smashed or turnt as they did last night.

Me included.

I don't know who was in charge of alcohol, but whatever was in those cups was colored and made all of us act just a little crazier than our mundane lives usually allow. When Mirio said company parties are crazy, I now see he really meant it. This morning when I woke up, my throat was drier than the desert in summer and my head felt like someone let a jackhammer loose inside. I don't even remember how the hell I managed to get home.

Slowly, painfully, I trudge through my work. Even on three tablets of ibuprofen, my headache barely gets better, and staring at a screen all day doesn't help. I don't even have time to take my break because I barely made a dent in my work. Not that I would want to. This morning, I couldn't keep my breakfast down, so I'm scared to eat.

Around lunchtime, a thermos bowl is placed gently on the space next to my computer. My eyes meet with my stone-faced coworker settling into the chair, sitting up proper as he is with his hands laced in his lap.

"Oh no." My heart drops into my stomach as I whine out. "Did I say something yesterday? I remember most of what happened last night, but other things are a blur. Please don't be mad at me."

"If I were mad, I wouldn't be here right now." He pushes the dish over along with utensils wrapped in a napkin. "Eat. It's hangover soup, it should help your stomach."

Reluctantly, I open the dish, the savory-bitter smell wafting out as soon as I lift the lid, immediately causing my stomach to growl. I'm still wary about his serious expression as I eat. Todoroki is normally an emotionless person, but he has a different energy today. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop.

As soon as I'm halfway through the bowl, Todoroki calmly asks, "Did you forget your brain last night?"

I groan. There it is. "I thought you weren't angry?"

"I'm not angry, I genuinely want to know what state of empty mind were you in to do all the things you did last night?" Though his face is devoid of emotion, he's obviously being condescending.

I put the spoon down in the bowl. "In my defense, I don't know what alcohol that was, it made me crazier than usual."

"Why did you drink at all? You know people do weird things when they're drunk."

"Because that's what people do at company parties, Todoroki." I lean my arm on the desk and rub my temples. "I don't know who was in charge of the alcohol last night-"

"Did you summon me?" A short pink head of hair with small horns peeking out appears behind the wall of my desk. "I was the one in charge of drinks last night," he rounds the separator and sits gracefully on the desk, legs crossed, happily drinking pink tea from his clear glass mug. "Did you enjoy my alcohol selection?"

My eye twitches. This is the person I need to strangle and throw into a ditch. But I can't, he's too fabulous and he's one of the best people we have actually. "Because of you, I went a little too crazy last night," I grit out through my teeth.

"Oh, sweetie," he places a hand on my shoulder endearingly, "Alcohol only brings out the secret inner person you actually want to be."

"Yeah, and that's someone who needs to learn to take their alcohol like me," Bakugou walks past casually, drinking his (probably) third cup of coffee since morning.

"Oh please Bakugou, we all know you and Kirishima left early to fuck, you couldn't keep your hands off each other after one drink," Ashido stirs his tea just as casually.

Bakugou freezes up as the blushing pink man sips his tea like's he's talking about the weather.

"Oops, was that a secret?" the sassy pink man feints shame.

Bakugou, completely red at the ears, just stalks off grumbling to himself in embarrassment.

Ashido sighs, a smile playing on his lips. "Not everyone can handle Grand Marnier, you know. Aoyama actually put me onto it. It's not for the faint of heart, but it definitely makes things more interesting. Did you see Tokoyami? Even- Oh! Here's the king of darkness himself!"

The man with raven-black hair that's usually spiked back has lazily gathered some of the hairs to pull it away from it face. He probably felt so terrible this morning that he didn't bother gelling it up like he usually does. Actually, Tokoyami looks just as hellish as I feel. His sharp, bird-like eyes are dulled by dark circles as he trudges down the aisle.

Ashido throws an arm around his shoulders as he walks by, startling him enough to pull the earbuds out of his ears that are blasting hard rock. "This guy right here was having the time of his life last night! Just one drink and he loosened up, hands around everyone's shoulder telling them how much he appreciates them and mushy shit like that."

Tokoyami's pale face slowly reddens and his eyes widen, suddenly awake but having no energy to fight anything Ashido says.

"He even fit a lap shade on his head and started dancing around, I even have pictures to prove it!" Ashido continues gushing, pulling out his phone excitedly.

"Please don't bring it up," Tokoyami grits out, trying to be menacing, but his tomato-red faces contrasting his all black work outfit doesn't help his case.

"Don't be a spoiled-sport, it's so cute seeing you not dark and dreary for once!" the bright pink man gushes.

"I'm leaving."

Oh shit, if Tokoyami did that after one drink, I don't even wanna know what else I could've done. I've already come to terms with my mistakes, but if there's more, I don't know what I would do.

Ashido sighs and puts his phone away. "I guess he never wants to see himself happy. Oh well, at least I have more blackmail material." He winks at us and rises will a flourish, making his grand exit. "I'll see you two around!"

There are some days when I really think Ashido might know more things than we think he does. And that's a scary thought, because he could very easily have some dirt on everyone, including the boss and the more senior workers.

Todoroki taps his thumbs together in his clasped hands. "That was...interesting. But speaking of blackmail, I would also like to show you a picture that really upset me from last night” He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling.

I cringe. There's only one massively stupid thing I did that would upset Todoroki enough to really reprimand me Mom-style. So I blurt out my rationale in hopes of him being less harsh on me. “Okay, but in my defense, Kaminari bet me three dollars that I couldn't drink all that shampoo. What was I supposed to do, say no?"

“No that’s not-" His heterochromatic hair bounces as his head snaps up at me. "You drank shampoo!? How did- When did you do that, I was supposed to be watching you the entire night!”

Shit, that wasn't it. "Well, obviously you didn’t do a good job since I drank a whole cup of shampoo and you didn’t stop me," I try to brush it off defensively.

Todoroki's mortified face is as pale as the right side of his hair, covering his mouth with his clenched fist. "How are you standing right now?" He looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

"Considering how I threw up as soon as I got home - which I'll be honest, I don't even know how that happened - and I couldn't even eat this morning, I'd say my body did a pretty good job of rejecting it."

My office mate has no idea how he's supposed to react to any of that. His phone is frozen in his hand as he glares at me like I have three heads. "Well. What I was going to show you doesn't compare to that." He puts his phone away and tries to regain his composure.

I mentally sigh in relief. At least drinking shampoo was the stupidest thing I did all night.

"If you really would like to know," his face softens, "I was the one who took you home last night, since you were thoroughly intoxicated."

"Oh." Now I feel guilty. Not only was I probably being a troublesome brat for him to take care of, I didn't even remember his kindness. And he even made me soup for my troubles. "I'm so sorry, and you did all this for me, thank you, Todoroki."

"It's fine. It's due to the alcohol that you can't recall, I understand. Though," Todoroki's cheeks flush slightly, "There is something I'm confused about."

Oh fuck, I did the thing didn't I?

"At first, I thought it was also an effect of the alcohol, considering you licked Asui's face while you were dancing with her, and you were generally more touchy with everyone the whole night." He has trouble looking me in the eyes now. "But, you were saying things to me that I don't think you would tell anyone else."

My entire mind goes into overdrive, scrambling to piece together the narrative lost in my memory. There's one major concern I have. "Was I vulgar?"

"No, it was nothing like that," he shakes his head, allowing me to relax. "But, it was...charming, I'd say."

I bury my face in my hands. "Just tell me what I said already." I'm ready to regret everything.

"You...said you wanted me to stay with you, because you wanted me to be the first thing you see in the morning." He has trouble getting the words out, but his voice was still delicate and endearing. "You said seeing me every day at work is something you look forward to. You told me how handsome I look, especially on the few occasions when I wear glasses." His blush intensifies as I slowly feel closer and closer to dying. "There were many other compliments. And then...you...kissed me."

FUCK, I DID THE THING.

"Or, at least you tried. If that was something you really wanted, I couldn't let you do it while you were intoxicated and couldn't remember it later."

An ashamed apology bubbles in my throat, but my extreme embarrassment doesn't let it come out. How pathetic I am admitting my feelings to the person I like while I was guzzled with alcohol and shampoo.

"Not to say I didn't want to kiss you."

I snap my head up, fully taking in his tomato-red appearance as he averts he bores affectionate eyes into mine. Oh.

"I don't know if you're up for it, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Todoroki officially requests.

My heart melts at his innocent confession and relief. "S-Sure," I squeak.

Todoroki gives me a small smile and pats my head. "Finish that soup and hurry to finish your work for the day," he chides before getting up and heading back to his own desk.

My chest remains clenched and my cheeks hurt from smiling continuously. The only thing I regret now is not seeing buttoned-up, proper Todoroki drunk.

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How Deku Became Something to be Feared

A Crossover between the Magnus Archives and My Hero Academia Centered Mostly around The Distortion Michael and Midoriya Izuku May possibly continue spoilers for anyone not through we Season 3 of the Magnus Archives or not to the Hosu Incident in My Hero Academia. Also filled with some World Building Liberties/Headcanons. Apologies for any and all grammar mistakes and and spelling errors, this ended being a binge write. There is some swearing towards the end.

Midoriya Izuku was not a stupid child by any means. Nearly every adult he had ever interacted with would agree with that assessment. But every account by any adult was always followed by an annoying add on. “For a quirkless child.” “But he’s quirkless.” “If he wasn’t quirkless.”

Midoriya Izuku learned very early on in life that “quirkless” was a label; a diagnosis that would follow him his whole life, and define every aspect of it, whether he liked it or not.

It was the label that would keep him from his dream of being a hero that saved everyone with a smile. It was a label that would ultimately lead him to the end of his life as Midoriya Izuku.

Despite his general understanding of his situation, he could not understand the Why. He fundamentally understood that anything with a description had a Who, a What, a When, a Where, and a Why. And perhaps sometimes even a How. The Who was Midoriya Izuku. The What, a Quirkless little boy. The When and Where was six years old and Musutafu respectively. The How was a little more fluid, but probably the easiest answer was born to Midoriya Inko, or one could look up a book on human reproduction if they were feeling particularly scientific or randy. But the Why was the question that haunted Izuku’s life. Why was he a quirkless little boy? Why him? WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWHY?

It echoed in his head like a song with no melody. Growing in frequency every waking day. Every hit he endured, every well meaning but ill worded question or comment, Every step he took, Every breathe he took. It got to the point teachers reprimanded him for his lack of attention. He was so bothered by this why he could think of nothing but WHY? Clearly this question needed an answer, lest it utterly consumed him. So he began to research.

He started philosophically. Izuku would argue he was a good little boy. He did everything his mother and teachers told him too. He even did everything Kaachan told him too (Walk behind me!), well, unless it involved bullying other children. If Izuku was a good boy, this couldn’t be punishment, right? But why?

Then he shifted to biology. Genetically speaking, both his mother and father had a quirk, a minor telekinesis and fire breathing quirk respectively. Both sets of grandparents, may they rest in peace, had variations of these quirks, also minor in nature. He had a healthy genetic tree of quirks. But he did not have a quirk. Science would argue the answer was mutation. He was a mutation. But then why was he a mutation? Not a single book would answer Why?

Research of a more unorthodox nature would led him towards the origin of quirks, genetic mutations, even mutations via external sources, such as radiation. When he was getting desperate, he stretched his research into religion, past lives, sins. Not a one satisfactorily answered. WHY?

Izuku was so single-mindedly focused on his research, he was unaware of the dominoes falling around him. Bakugou Katsuki immediately noticed the boy he had proclaimed his quirkless nerd drifting away. It was subtle at first, merely Deku sitting out of their games, face obscured by textbooks nearly larger than his head. On principle alone, Katsuki would never be the one to invite him to play. It was the nerd’s job to ask Katsuki if he could join, not the other way around. So Katsuki never asked, but he did keep an eye on the nerd, because he was a quirkless nerd who would always need Katsuki to look out for him. Katsuki was reassured that the nerd was fine, though he was drifting, because Deku continued to smile. He smiled when he read, when he walked, when he talked to, well, anyone really. That stupid, bright (possibly somewhat adorable) smile. To another six-year-old that had trouble articulating his own feelings, it looked normal. Katsuki didn’t realize at the time that it was that disarming smile that made him turn his back and allowed Deku to drift away.

Midoriya Inko was a loving mother. She loved her son, Midoriya Izuku, very much. He was an absolute angel, always on his best behavior. The only thing she didn’t know how to do, was take care of her brilliant child who was deemed born with a handicap. Fundamentally she knew being quirkless was not actually a handicap. There were plenty of quirkless jobs in the world, or rather, jobs that didn’t require a quirk in any capacity to complete them. But to society, quirkless was somehow a devastating handicap. She was next to Izuku nearly every time someone spoke one of those well meaning, but ill worded comments. “For a quirkless child.” “But he’s quirkless.” “If he wasn’t quirkless.” For what was essentially a single mother raising a handicapped child in a bigoted society, she was doing what she believed was her best. And perhaps in another universe, it would be her best, with the best possible outcomes. In this universe, she read all the signs wrong. When Izuku started spending less and less time at home, she assumed he was spending it with friends. When he continued to bring home large books from the library, she thought he must be a clever boy, trying to make up for his lack of quirk. She believed her baby was adapting to his situation better than she was. So, she threw herself into her work, ensuring she would have the money to support them, and anything he could possibly need. She of course, made time for him for dinner every weekend night, a ritual he took part of with a smile. She never realized this was not the kind of support he needed. So further he drifted.

As for his school, well, the less said about them the better. The students were young and ignorant, and the staff wholly unhelpful towards a child different from all the others.

So further did the little quirkless boy drift from everything that could define his life. And the further he did drift, the more attention he did draw, but not from any mortal eyes.

The little, lonely, clever quirkless child had potential. So much potential. Surely he would transition quite nicely. However, as time went on, a few slid their interest off him. The boy seemed to have no interest is enclosed spaces, any kind of filth, or meat. And the other child drove him far from chasing, destruction, or flame. The other interested parties maintained a continued surveillance, before slowly peeling off one by one. The boy’s continued fixation twisted into a hungry desire to Know marked where he belonged quite clearly.

Midoriya Izuku never found his Why. It was confounding and disappointing and utterly frustrating. It left him feeling hollow. Like all his will and drive had been depleted in his search and without the answer he could not recharge. It was noticeable enough to his Mother that she took a couple days off work spend time with him. It was on one of these days with his mother, out on a shopping trip, he happened to pass a television with a commercial of All Might. It was a rerunning the scene he played on repeat when he first learned he was quirkless. A hero, shouldering the weight of the world with a smile. It gave Izuku pause. He may never truly know Why. But watching All Might flaunt his quirk with a smile, sparked a new desire in Izuku. Did he need to have a quirk, if he Knew everything there was about quirks?

Thus, started Izuku’s chronicling of quirks.

It was simple at first. Quite easy to mistake for hero fanboying. Notebooks neatly lined a shelf in his room, each meticulously labelled. His handwriting improved far beyond that of a six-year-old with his constant writing. It became the new normal to see Midoriya Izuku with a notebook or two tucked under his arm and an equal number of writing utensils tucked behind his ears. If there was a Hero fight within a reasonable amount of distance for a small child to travel, he would be there. He wrote, and recorded, and theorized and discerned. He filled that hollow feeling with as much knowledge of quirks he could funnel into himself.

But somehow, it wasn’t quite enough. He couldn’t put his finger on his, but it just wasn’t what he sought. Somehow, just observing, and recording, and connecting the dots in his own head, which were all skills he became quite good at, were not enough. That hollow feeling remained. And for every bit of knowledge he attempted to fill it with, it continued to grow.

It was a mundane Saturday evening, at his place of quiet for his scribbling among the towers of garbage on Dagobah Beach, when he realized that his was not just hollowness. He had visited a hero fight every day that week, with little satisfaction. Class dragged on each day like drying paint, with him opting to make notes and theories instead of listening. He sat alone in class. He left class alone. He did everything alone these days. It was that Saturday, during one of these lonely walks, that he passed the playground. It was during his passing that he overheard a conversation from two children. They were likely preschool age given that their topic of discussion was their quirks. Both had just recently manifested their quirk. One had the ability to change the color of their body’s cells, and demonstrated it by vividly cycling through the color wheel. The other had a quirk that allowed them to grow their teeth at a rapid pace, forcing each to sharpen and enlarge, until finally falling out of the child’s head, only to be quickly replaced, much like a shark. Izuku remembered all those details quite precisely, and only those details because the conversation quite suddenly stopped. It took Izuku moments to realize it had ceased because they were staring at him. He had no memory of crossing the playground to the children, but there he was, hovering behind them and fixated quite attentively on the children, or more accurately their subject of conversation. When he actually focused on them, he observed that their wide eyes were locked on his form, slightly larger than theirs, with what he easily recognized as fear. And while he logically knew he should feel guilty or concerned in some manner, he merely felt satisfied.

Izuku apologized, and left the children on the playground. Which brings us to the beach. His notebook lay at his side with his pencil neatly on top. He was mentally sorting through this new information. The beach was not as silent as it usually was. He could hear teenagers practicing quirks on the piles of garbage in the distance. He paid them no true mind though. They were irrelevant when compared to his thoughts. Somehow that verbal communication had filled his hollow feeling more than his quirk observations and notes ever had. Yet, as he also contemplated it, he felt a deeper pang in that hollowness. Something that wasn’t just hollow, but also aching, with want, with need. Something only verbal information directly from the source satisfied.

And, as Izuku’s head turned to track the sound of a teenager stumbling into his solitude, laughing up until the moment he spotted Izuku, the feeling identified itself. Izuku slowly rose to his feet with a grace he never had before. He could feel the smile curling upon his lips as he approached the teenager with feral, instinctive purpose. A sickly green light began to cast over the garbage around him, and upon the face of the teenager, replacing the color that face was rapidly losing. The wide eyes, the slight tremble of limbs, and the cold sweat on his brow was a sweet taste, but Izuku wanted to satisfy the Hunger.

His many Eyes were fixed upon his prey, and that cherub smile of his spoke. “Tell me about your quirk.”

The first was an appetizer.

The second was satisfying.

The other three? They were a scientific method.

The last one was interrupted. “A Baby.”

Time is both a simple, linear concept while also an infuriating mystery that confounds the mind. Humanity tacks as many number and concepts and labels upon what they perceive time to be to soothe their need to harness and understand it. But it never brings them any closer to understanding time. Why time feels longer to children than adults, or why doing nothing drags on but doing everything speeds up. For all they attempt, they always, in the end, admit defeat by tacking on the white flag of ‘It’s all in your head’. Which always and inevitably brings it into the domain of the Spiral and its Avatars.

The purpose of that blurb about time, is to bring some understanding to the Spiral and its Avatars’ abilities to manipulate, confound, and utterly ignore human concepts of time. It is why one Avatar of the Spiral, who was once known as Michael Shelly but continues to be known as Michael for the ease of explanation upon inferior minds, could be over one hundred years in the future slinking through the streets of Japan when merely yesterday he had been threatening the life of the Archivist. If he so desired, he could at this moment go back to yesterday and follow through with his threat a mere hour after making it, or perhaps even minutes prior to making it. But he did not desire to do either of those things.

Even if he was an avatar of insanity, insane weaving of his thread through his own timeline would likely have consequences upon his own existence. Nor did he desire to kill the Archivist, currently. Plus, the Spiral seems to desires the continued existence of the Archivist, enough to punt this particular Avatar of its out of the limelight and replace him with the Avatar formerly known as Helen Richardson.

If there were any human emotions left in this being that wears the name Michael, it may have been offended by the conclusion that it was distracted (ARCHIVISTGERTRDEJONLOOKATME). But fine. It would do as expected. It would continue on as it once had, luring prey through its doors to feed, while what wore the name of Helen got to play with the Institute.

Which explained why the Avatar wearing the name Michael stalked through this future of human evolution, in a small country foreign to what was once Michael, and hunted, for lack of a word not associated with another Entity, seeking to satiate its hunger. And also where it discovered, well, something new.

It very nearly passed the beach, dismissing it as Filth’s territory, when it felt something most decidedly not Filth. It made a hum, of what could be considered interest. A step through the yellow door, opening out of a mound of trash brought it closer. There was quite literally a trail of bodies. Adolescent human males, pale, wide eyed, and gazeless. The only sign of life was their quivering. It followed the trail to just around another pile of garbage, where he found “A Baby.”

The head of green haired whipped its direction so fast, if it were another the head may have snapped right off. Luminescent green Eyes covered the skin like glowing freckles, each fixated upon the Avatar of the Spiral. The Baby dropped its prey, another human adolescent, in the same state of the one Michael walked over. A smile was fixed upon its face, similar in nature to the Distortion’s, but obviously less unnatural on a human face. But that was all that was on the face, the smile and the eyes. It (or perhaps it was still currently a he?) very slowly tilted its head to the side, reminding the Spiral’s Avatar of a curious animal. A cat, or perhaps a puppy.

The Spiral didn’t particularly like the Eye, what with its interfering Avatars. Yet nor did it hate it though, for hating what one is connected to usually proves fruitless in the end. What was once Michael, if it still had human emotions, perhaps would admit to a fondness to the Eye’s previous Avatars, perhaps like a dog being fond of its toy, or a human infant pulling another’s hair.

But this was a new Avatar. A brand new, hardly marked Avatar that seemed to skip the indecisive, “should I human or should I become?” stage straight into Becoming. A Baby Avatar that was utterly unafraid of the Avatar of the Spiral before it.

The smile upon the distortion’s face twisted and curled. “HoW InTErestING.”

The interruption distortion was frankly hard to describe. Izuku? could both see exactly what it was, yet could not see it beyond its human suit, for if heit attempted to focus, it would shift and twitch before hisits eyes, as if heit was looking at a glitched program, or perhaps a fuzzy video that attempted to rewind and fast-forward simultaneously. It was painful, both on hisits eyes trying to perceive it, and hisits mind trying to comprehend it. What heit could make out of its human suit was what appeared to be a very tall man, towering over him, with long hair that looped and curled like spirals. The body was too thin though, too angular, with too many joints and too many bones, especially in the hands; Long, thin hands that were almost the same length of his torso, but ended in points. At least, that’s how it looked when heit looked at it when heit focused. When heit didn’t it looked quite normal.

Hisits hands released the face it was cradlinggripping holding. The teenager foodpreyknowledge collapsed to the ground. Heit tilted its head in an unconscious human motion as it analyzed the not human before himit. Heit Knew it to not be human, in the same way heit knew that heit was also not human. Not anymore. Which probably explain why hisits mind was still trying differentiate correct perceptions.

The other’s face, which was a perfectly mundane face, though perhaps with a smile that didn’t fit it when heit didn’t focused upon it, seemed to blur and morph. The eyes were sickening colors that clashed and seemed to swirl into an endless spiral. The mouth twisted and cracked and curved into a jagged, dangerous looking shape, that heit recognized to also be a smile. “HoW InTErestING.”

Even the voice grated on hisits ears and mind, somehow sounding wrong or false, yet clearly being heard and processed.

Hisits smile never faltered. “How so?”

Laughter that sounded less real than the voice echoed in and out of hisits head. “i HaVe NOt beeN prESenT foR tHe bIRth of a BABY AVATAR beForE. MereLY PerIpheRAllY pReSent DurING theiR BeCoMINg. BuT YOu Are quiTE pOsSiBLY the mOSt BABY i HavE EVer WiTnEssED.”

The way it called himit a baby was neither seductive nor condescending. It was factual. Whatever Heit was now, was in fact, the most juvenile form. A baby.

“An Avatar.” Hisits attention drifted to the many glowing green eyes upon hisits arms, and chest. Heit could perceive more than see that every inch of hisits uncovered skin was covered in the eyes, like glowing, swarming freckles. Or possibly more like Fireflies swarming under his skin. Except that would be the wrong domain, wouldn’t it? “An Avatar of the Eye.” HEIT KNEW. He tilted his head the other way, allowing his smile to stretch. “An Eye to your Spiral, yes?” Heit offered with a bit of cheek.

The air around himit shrieked and screamed with that distorted laughter. The smile upon hisits face was a near match to the one on the Distortion’s face.

“i AM quiTE cErTain I wiLL lIKe YOU.”

He decided, for the purpose of his current identity, that he would remain a He for the time being, and that he would also continue to wear the name Midoriya Izuku until it no longer suited him.

For the purposes of feeding though, he preferred to think of himself as Deku. The once cruel moniker felt more comfortable to him now than it did before. The Distortion, that offered him the name Michael, found it amusing.

He instinctively knew that he was juvenile and vulnerable currently, and that other Avatars might find him more akin to food or easy prey rather than another acknowledge him as Avatar. Michael, however seemed to deem Deku under his wing, so to speak. After introductions and a long talk, half of which Izuku spent Knowing (Because apparently that word had a whole new meaning) which were lies or truths, Michael seemed to find him utterly delightful, claiming him to be far more clever and aesthetically pleasing than previous Avatars of the Eye. Izuku believed that was Its roundabout way of calling him cute? They talked beyond nightfall, and it delivered him home through a twisted yellow door just as he Knew his mother was going to phone the police. It left with a promise to take him hunting again soon.

It felt far more mundane than it probably should have, all things considered.

He soothed Midoriya Inko’s concerns with an incomplete set of truths: he was at the beach, became hungry, and lost track of time. And that was that.

Life continued on in a manner similar to that of before (Was there ever a before?). He went to school and avoided everyone that was not his mother. And he smiled. He seemed to suddenly fall off everyone’s radars. No teachers called on him. No classmates bothered him. Every single one seemed to stop looking at him. Not even Bakugou Katsuki. Izuku was uncertain if this was his own abilities, or Michael’s. Either way, he didn’t really mind. It was almost a week later when he felt Hungry again. He was deciding what to do about it at the end of the school day when he spotted the twisted yellow door, sitting next to his classroom door as if it belonged there. But he Knew better. His classmates passed it as they exited the room, but not a single one of their eyes strayed to it. It made it much simpler for him to exit it through it unseen.

The hallways beyond the door were nauseating. They couldn’t decide what colors to settle on around him, nor were they sure if they should be lined with pictures of infinite images or endlessly reflecting mirrors. The hallways seemed quite confounded by him. Michael stood in the center, with a spiraling smile and giggles that sounded like glass shards rubbing.

“i Am UNcerTain iF anYonE hAs pASsEd THroUgh UnAfRAId beFOre.” It revealed like a child unveiling an important secret. It offered one of those long, spindly hands to him

Izuku hummed thoughtfully, carefully wrapping his small hand around three of Michael’s long, dangerous fingers. “That seems unlikely doesn’t it, with us being what we are. However, to say something like that is impossible seems equally as unlikely. I hardly think I’m the first other Avatar to pass through. Certainly a former Archivist has. I Know that. I Know a lot of things lately. But he wasn’t quite as finished as I am, probably he had more ties to humanity than he thought while I had less ties than I thought. Which is a tangent conversation really, what I’m trying to say-“ Izuku babbled as if his words were rushing out of a faucet. Michael smiled that spiraling smile, and listened to the fascinating new Baby as it guided him through the twisting halls through another door. Certainly an odd friendship by standards of avatars of fear, and yet one that worked.

Little 8-year-old Izuku the Baby Avatar of the eye, thrived under the twisted care and guidance, from the Avatar of the Spiral. They had a routine they both enjoyed. Whenever Izuku grew Hungry, he would allow Michael to spirit him away through a twisted yellow door. Their destination? Literally anywhere. Izuku got to see nearly every city in Japan, and at least the capital of every country in the world. Izuku could understand and replicate every known language after those visits, at least, every known language used in the cities. Izuku would draw them in with his baby face. Singles or couples, but never groups more than three anymore. Too much attention directed towards missing groups. It took several failures, to the great amusement of Michael, for him to figure out how to Feed in shorter bursts instead of completely emptying a head (Only one of those teenagers from Dagobah Beach woke up). He found that not emptying his prey was less filling and required more frequent Feedings. When Izuku was done Feeding, he would lure them into the Twisted doors for Michael. It was very effective and satisfying.

Over the years, they made more games of it. Who could usually lure someone to the door first (Usually Michael, because he’s had more experience and he cheats by moving the doors)? What secrets did that shifty woman over there hide? What would happen if these two men who hated each other were forced through the doors? Or how much chaos could this new information wreak? (The last two were usually Izuku’s favorites). Izuku knew logically that as Avatars, especially Distortion, they had little use for emotions anymore. But Izuku would observe himself and Michael to be very happy with their arrangements, and whenever Izuku suggested something particularly deranged or chaotic, he Knew Michael was proud, thought It would never identify that.

The crossed trails of other Avatars before. Izuku had never seen one in person yet, Michael got odd when they crossed the trails, spider web lined alleys, smoldering ruins of buildings. It would guide Izuku in the opposite directions. Izuku Knew It was wary of allowing Its Baby to meet another Avatar yet. Izuku felt a burst of warmth in his chest when he Knew Michael saw him as Its instead of just another Avatar.

When Izuku’s body finally reached 13 years old, Michael deemed him old enough to feed alone. Izuku might have found that disappointing, if he didn’t Know that Michael did have other interests. He Knew Michael had a connection that was not of the here and now, despite Michael never explaining it. He smiled at Michael and wished it luck on its closure. He had never seen Michael flee before, and laughed himself silly when the slam of the Yellow Twisted door nearly shook his room into ruins.

These were the events that led to Izuku wandering alone in Yokohama. More specifically, he was following a shifty looking man through the back alleys of Kamino Ward. Shifty looking humans usually held the best secrets, crimes, attempted-villainy, the like. True villains were aloof or confident, no need to fear discovery of their secrets because they were fully devoted. The shifty-looking were the best because they constantly looked over their shoulders in fear of discovery. This man was doing just that, and every time, he saw Izuku smiling at him.

Izuku Knew he was being led to a hideout. The man was planning on getting someone more important to deal with Izuku before the brat ratted them all out. He believed Izuku to have some kind of mind reading quirk. It was really very amusing. Michael would get a kick out of the paranoia too.

It was two more alleys before Izuku grew bored of the stalking. It was less fun without Michael. “Don’t you want to talk to me?” The compulsion forced the man to freeze. He stiffly turned towards the Avatar, a mingled look of comprehension and terror washing over his features as Izuku stepped closer. The many glowing Eyes opened, bathing the space in their sickly green light. At 13 he was taller now, but he still reached up to grasp the man’s face and pull the man’s eyes down to his own level. He smiled. “Don’t you want to tell me all your dirty little secrets?”

The man sobbed as he spoke, but it was still perfectly clear to Izuku. This man was the lowest of the food chain. He provided quite a lot of money to the organization claiming the name The League of Villains, and in return a great number of his business competitors dropped off the grid. The man was thoroughly boring really. However, the League sounded interesting. Perhaps a cult? Izuku Knew some other Avatars hung around cults, mostly for entertainment, but sometimes for food.

Both being quite young and the Avatar for the Eye made Izuku infinitely curious. And Michael’s continued redirection from the existence of other Avatars only served to compound that curiosity.

Izuku forced the location of the League from the driveling man, and dropped what was left in the alley, feeling full and Knowing the man was going to drive himself mad with the knowledge he spilled the League’s secrets, and take his own life before they could retaliate. Izuku’s Eyes closed and he walked away.

Izuku quite easily navigated his way to the side alley where the bar was nestled. He opened the heavy door silently. It was a bar, simple and plain. With tables, and a bar, and barstools. Izuku was somewhat disappointed at the mediocrity of the League’s supposed hideout. He stepped up to the bar and took a seat on the stool. No one was around. He hummed and knocked on the counter. “Hello?”

A portal of pure inky darkness wavered into existence behind the bar. A person stepped out, wearing a suit that seemed to imply masculine over feminine. The body though, was completely comprised of an inky, amorphous smoke with two glowing yellow slits for eyes.

Izuku was fascinated.

The smoke blinked at him. He smiled widely back. “The…ah, bar is not opened yet.” The smoke’s voice was definitely masculine. The smoke continued its billowing, with no indication of a mouth anywhere upon it. “I am also quite certain you are too young to partake in drink here.”

Izuku hummed, drumming his fingers on the bar rapidly. His foot tapped against the bar as well. He still smiled. He Knew it was confusing and making the other uncomfortable.

Stomping flickered his attention briefly to the stairs as an older boy tromped down them. Pale hair, scars, wrinkles, cracked lips, dark clothes. Odd gloves that only covered some fingers, likely a touch-based quirk requiring full five finger contact for activation. All catalogued in seconds and pushed to the side. The smoke infinitely more fascinating currently.

Was he perhaps the Dark’s? Izuku didn’t Know immediately, which wasn’t always unusual. He had also only met Michael, so he was uncertain how another Avatar would affect his Knowing.

“The fuck is a brat doing here?” The teen grunted in a cross voice, stomping over to a barstool. “Oi kid, beat it. You don’t belong here.”

The smoke almost sighed. “Shigaraki, I was attempting-“

“You’re interesting.” Izuku interrupted them both, uninterested in their dynamic together. His Eyes opened, illuminating the bar in a sickly green glow. “What the fu-!” “Tell me about yourself mister.” Izuku smiled.

And the smoke did, his body fluctuating in a manner that portrayed discomfort. With wide, glowing yellow eyes, the smoke poured its Knowledge out to Izuku. His alias was Kurogiri, he worked for the League of Villains, serving an all-powerful man by the alias of Sensei, acting as a caretaker and mediator for Shigaraki and anyone they meet. His quirk was his ability to create portals. On and on he went about facts, none of which were what Izuku really wanted.

Izuku was visibly put-out, lips pursed. “You’re not an Avatar then?”

Kurogiri’s head shakily jerked out a ‘no.’

“Mmm.” Izuku’s Eyes closed. Kurogiri slumped, nearly falling to his knees if he hadn’t caught himself on the bar. How dull. Izuku tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. He didn’t realize he was pouting quite openly. “I’d like a soda please.”

“i…W-What..?” Kurogiri stuttered out, voice trembling.

“I would like a soda please.” Izuku enunciated, as if Kurogiri had done something wrong instead having what could be considered a traumatic event. Annoyance may have bled into his voice.

“R-Right.” Kurogiri moved quickly, clumsily knocking things together, favoring haste over composure in completing the politely worded command.

Izuku stared silently ahead at nothing. His Hunger was satiated, but not his interest. He supposed the likelihood of another Avatar so close to him was slim. Their trails had always been few and far in between. Still disappointing thought. Michael was brilliant. But Izuku craved to meet another.

The stool beside him filled with a body, drawing his gaze. “That’s a freaky quirk you got there.” The teenager commented. His red eyes were trained upon Izuku with interest.

Izuku hummed, but didn’t correct his assumption.

“My name is Shigaraki Tomura.”

“I Know.” Izuku acknowledged. He took the drink immediately after Kurogiri set it down, startling the smoke man away. He always liked the carbonation, a burning, fuzzy feeling in his mouth.

Shigaraki laughed, a wheezing twisted sound. It was easier on his ears, and yet somewhst reminded him of Michael. Izuku turned his head slightly to give Shigaraki more attention. It seemed to please the teenager. “Is that another part of your quirk? Knowing things?” He probed.

Oh, Shigaraki was clever. Possibly more interesting than Izuku’s initial assumption. “Perhaps.” He alluded. “You seem interested in quirks.”

“Clearly not as much as you.” The teen countered. “You asked a lot of questions. Half I’ve never even thought of, but I think I’ll have Kurogiri test if closing a portal on a limb will sever it.”

“Did I ask that?” Izuku tilted his head. The information was in his head, so perhaps he did. Getting the information was usually point A straight to point B for him. He never paid attention how the line between the points look. “Perhaps I should record myself sometime.” He decided.

Shigaraki just laughed again. Then he grinned, with all his teeth on display and his cracked lips and deep facial lines distorting the smile. It wasn’t quite as sharp, but it was something that would look quite at home on Michael’s face. “I like you, kid.”

Izuku smiled back. “I like you too, Shigaraki Tomura.” He raised his glass.

“Kurogiri, bring our guest some food.” The teen decided. “I think he should stay for dinner and we should chat about a business arrangement.”

“That’s polite of you, but Kurogiri already Fed me.”

Izuku found, since his sudden Becoming, he quite liked Horror films. Especially Monster Movies or Creature Features. They didn’t satiate his Hunger by any means, nor was any of the information really useful from a factual stand point. He mostly enjoyed the first half, watching the monster slowly feed or torment. His favorite point, though, was always the moment where comprehension dawned on the protagonists, when they truly realized that what they were up against.

Izuku watched that comprehension dawn upon Shigaraki and Kurogiri. And while it seemed to shake Kurogiri more, having experienced it first had, it seemed to excite Shigaraki. Which in turn, excited Izuku.

“Were you feeding on Kurogiri?” The older teen sounded giddy, like a child with a new present. “Using your quirk on him-extracting that information, was that feeding you?” Izuku could sense that while Shigaraki understood the fundamentals, he didn’t truly Know that Izuku was Feeding instead of feeding, or What he was Feeding on. But the Avatar smiled and nodded.

Shigaraki broke into hysterical laughter, the kind that had him slumped over the counter, gripping it tightly, enough to make it creak. It was maniacal and beautiful. And while Shigaraki clearly Knew nothing of what swam under the surface of reality , Izuku thought the Spiral might like Shigaraki for an Avatar one day.

Shigaraki didn’t so much as compose himself as he reeled his hysterics back into his body. But Izuku could still see the hysteria upon his face when he leaned into Izuku’s space, grinning that twisted grin with that insane cleverness glittering in those ruby eyes. “I have a proposition for you, kid.”

Deku became somewhat of an ally to the League of Villains. He allowed them the name Midoriya Izuku, but told them quite plainly that he’d rather be known as Deku, as he still had use of the home of Midoriya Inko for now, and would rather not draw attention there. He did still have leftover fondness for the woman, as he was once the Izuku Midoriya that was her son, and would rather allow her blissful ignorance for as long as he possibly could, but he did not relay that to the League. The almost clinic way he explained his position to them seemed to convince them that Inko and her apartment were a cover, not a home.

Their current arrangement was one of symbiosis. The League provided him with meals, and Izuku’s meals provided them with information. Izuku was quite fine with this set-up. He was an Avatar to the Eye after all, not the Hunt.

They would text him from a number he labeled in his phone as LV bar. Their texts were simple “we’ve got a meal for you.” They were possibly being a little over cautious, but if anyone looked through his phone, they were more likely to deduce he was meal testing for some kind of Love Bar, rather than an extracting information for the League of Villains.

Michael found it all very amusing when he popped into his room to check on him some nights later. After Izuku explained his new situation, Michael wiped a fake tear from his swirling eyes and proclaimed. “mY BABY iS gROwinG uP!” Neither commented on its use of the word My instead of The, but Izuku did press closer against Michael’s side for their trip for a meal.

The League didn’t actually call on Izuku that often. They decided he would make just as good of a ghost story as he would an extractor. They used him on the unlucky heroes they managed to capture, or on anyone they caught crossing the League. It typically ended up being 3-5 times a month, depending if they were lucky or if their victims were stupid, or even sometimes both. Kurogiri made himself as scarce as possibly during the feedings. Shigaraki watched every time.

Izuku decided to eventually introduced Michael and Shigaraki.

Izuku had yet to meet Sensei. Shigaraki explained, quite angrily, that Sensei had been severely wounded by Heroes, and kept himself remote and aloof, giving only orders and observing the Leagues proceeds from afar. Izuku would think him an Avatar of the Eye, if he did not Know that this Sensei was definitely not the Eye’s. So, he dismissed the matter of Sensei, for now.

Life carried on.

Izuku decided, for dramatic irony and why not, to apply to UA’s General Education course. He got in with no problems. He did, however, get a bit of entertainment when his homeroom teacher observed aloud with some befuddlement, that both Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were vying for UA, for the Hero and General Education courses respectively. The entirety of the class, the teacher, and even Bakugou looked at Izuku, as if noticing him for the first time. Izuku almost laughed, but managed to just smile instead.

His graduation from middle school went almost exactly the same. The teacher read through the names, and seemed surprised to read Midoriya Izuku, as if forgetting he was also in the class. The only person unsurprised was Midoriya Inko, of course. Call it sentiment, but he could never find it in himself to abandon her. He did replace her son (Or was he what was left of him? He wasn’t sure). He continued to fill the role with a smile, and subtly shielded her from the part of reality he now existed in. He told her exactly as much as she needed to, to continue her belief that she had a perfectly functioning quirkless son. It was a little sad, but that wasn’t his problem.

And life carried on, only slightly more interesting than before.

He supposed the next truly interesting milestone, for him really, wasn’t until the Hero Course’s internships. The League attacking USJ was amusing, but unrelated to him as he had yet to inform the League which Highschool he chose. The Sports Festival was too loud for his tastes, and not nearly as interesting televised. No, for him, it wasn’t until the day he dropped in on the League unannounced, secretly hoping to unnerve Kurogiri. Tormenting the bartender may have become somewhat of a new game for him.

The day he entered the bar, it was empty, save for Kurogiri and Shigaraki. This was not an unusual occurrence, seeing as how it was a front for their hideout. Their reactions weren’t unusual either. Kurogiri shifted to the furthest end of the bar from Izuku. Shigraki’s face split into that manic grin, though hidden today by that severed hand he did enjoy wearing.

“Ahhh, Deku. Is this good timing? Or bad timing?” Shigaraki mused aloud.

Izuku tilted his head slightly while the rhetorical query processed. “You are expecting other company.” He Knew, as he took his usual place at the bar. Kurogiri was quick to serve him a soda before retreating once more.

Shigaraki laughed. “That never gets old. Yeah, we got company. Sensei wants us to invite Hero Killer to the League.”

Izuku absorbed the information with a detached interest. He never found serial murderers all that interesting. Maybe because they didn’t make very good meals. Too confident or psychotic for real fear. He sipped his soda and stared at Kurogiri, his more recent method of torment. Shigaraki snorted, but had learned this to be one of Deku’s signs that wasn’t interested in chatting. The elder teen left him be.

Exactly 20 minute later the door opened and shut once more. Izuku politely turned his attention away from Kurogiri and to the wall, to allow the League to Conduct his business. He was not at all interested in the Hero Killer.

However, no one in the bar spoke a word. Minutes passed, far longer than needed for people to size each other up. Izuku might have chalked it up to them all being over dramatic, if he hadn’t recognized the very distinct feeling of being stared at.

“Do you-“ Shigaraki tried to break the silence, but was interrupted with- “A Baby.”

Izuku’s entire body spun to face the other, not unlike the reaction he had to Michael many years ago. Izuku drank in the sight of the other man and instantly Knew. He was skinny but muscled. Black clothes that were well layered, yet still greatly exposed his arms and face with meager bandages for coverage. Izuku counted five visible blades, but Knew more hid on his person, in his clothes, his boots. The red scarfe and headband offset the ensemble ominously. He had mangled dark hair that was pushed far out of his face. So many features to catalogue, But all were irrelevant when compared to the crimson eyes fixed acutely upon Izuku in curiosity.

Izuku’s Eyes opened. He leaned forward with that wide smile upon his face. “Hello!” He chirped. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve only met one other before! I hope you don’t kill me immediately; I’d like to get to know you.”

The last thing the man known as Chizome Akaguro, or the Hero Killer Stain, expected during this meeting with the League was to run across another Avatar. Much less a literal freaking BABY AVATAR.

And the Baby, like some kind of demented puppy, gave itself away by opening its fucking thousands of eyes(real mystery what fucking Entity this belonged to) like it was wagging its goddamn tail, and actually fucking smiled at him, like he wasn’t the Avatar of Hunt. Which he clearly fucking Knew, seeing as how he asked Stain to not immediately kill him.

The Hunt had no fucking lost love for most other Entities. In fact, it took pride in being the only Entity with having Avatars adept in the killing of other Entities Avatars. It was twisted. It was fucked up. And Stain was a part of it.

That said, Stain hadn’t actually killed any other Avatars yet. He was relatively young, by Avatar standards. Japan had nothing big brewing besides Heroes and Villains. At least, nothing Stain was aware of it.

He would, however, like to have been aware of the fucking Baby Avatar that sprouted somewhere in his fucking lawn.

Said Baby Avatar was fucking rocking on his stool, with the full attention of his wide glowing eyes on Stain. Eager like the goddamn puppy he resembled. Stain was proud to say he didn’t sigh. Or glare. Or anything outright rude. Stain crossed his arms. “How old are you?

The Baby Avatar hummed and cocked his head. “Midoriya Izuku is currently 15 years old, with his date of birth in two months.” He cocked his head to the other side. “I myself am approximately 7 years old, but all things considered that may be rather skewed.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Stain groused. “Aren’t you supposed to be exact with that fancy Knowledge and all knowing schtick?”

The Baby fucking giggled at him, like some kind of sneezing kitten. “I’m still rather new to this. I haven’t reached any kind of omniscience yet.” He reassured, as if his Eyes couldn’t fucking see his thoughts right now. “Annnnnnd, well, time through the Doors doesn’t really follow the rules, so who knows how many minutes could have been days for me?”

Wait. “Fucking doors?” Stain growled. “You’ve met a fucking spiral?” He was not jealous he wasn’t the Baby’s first meeting. Not. At. All.

The Baby’s fucking head bobbed. “Yeah, the Distortion, well, A Distortion found me, exactly 17 minutes after my Becoming.” His brow furrowed, somehow a little ‘v’ crease between those infinite eyes on his face. And somehow it was still fucking cute. “Well, maybe not exactly. I end up losing time when I’m feeding.”

There was so much he could unpack there. But he was mainly interested in- “Wait, so you’re fully realized?” He asked. He’d admit his tone was eager. It’s not everyday an Avatar skips the annoying toddler stage (The whiny am I human or monster stage) straight into the fully realized stage.

The Baby giggled again. “Not sure if I ever wasn’t. Or maybe Izuku spent his whole life Becoming. But regardless of befores of afters, I most certainly AM now.”

There was almost a vindictive certainty to the final bit that had Stain grinning now. He’d heard most the other of the Eye’s avatars were weak willed, dithering between Feeding, or other entities, or just down right annoying. This Baby was Feeding and reaching out to his betters. Who was he to deny a Baby that wanted to know better.

“You Hungry kid?”

The baby giggled “I could Feed.” He said, finally closing his Eyes. That smile stayed still. Stain wasn’t sure if that was a quirk from being Midoriya, or if the Spiral’s Avatar rubbed off on the kid. Either way, Stain didn’t mind much. It suited the demented baby puppy.

“C’mon, I’ve been itching for a Hunt.” The Baby hopped off the stool eagerly, and allowed Stain to loop an arm around his shoulders and guide him towards the door.

“Uhhh..” The brat with the hand on his face ruined his fucking moment with the Baby. “What about our meeting?”

“We’ll fucking meet after We fucking Feed.” Stain shot back on their way out. The villain brat wisely chose not to argue. Ta Daaaaaa. Might add to this prompt if my brain doesn’t shut up about it.

#Jzprompts #the magnus archives #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #tma #CrossOver #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #michael the distortion #shigaraki #hero killer stain

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Rating: Teen and Up Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23247598/chapters/55665820 No pairing, Bakugou-centric. I’ve finally gotten around to getting something written, so here it is, after so long... my projection of my issue with invasion of privacy not taken seriously, thank you.

Everyone was excited to move into the dorms, well, almost everyone. Bakugou Katsuki felt a sense of doom worse than getting kidnapped by villains, worse than getting gagged and tied to a post against his will for thousands of people to see, worse than getting choked and submerged in gross sludge. Not that any of those situations were a fucking field trip, but by now he just excepted it; Katsuki had the worse luck. And he was about to spend the rest of his three years of high school surrounded by noisy and nosy as fuck classmates. No good could come from this. He was pretty much imprisoned in his bedroom. At least each room had its own bathroom.

If there was one thing Bakugou valued most, it was his privacy. He needed time to himself, away from people, where he could do what he wanted without question while feeling safe. How could he do that with extras wandering the halls and knocking at each other’s door? Hell, the first week they were barging into people’s rooms to judge them. Katsuki was fucking grateful for locks, he didn’t need or want the opinion of some shitty teenagers, he liked his room as is and that’s what mattered. He didn’t need them knocking down his door just to catch a peek.

That alone was too much, he’d rather keep to himself. And even with the lock on the door, he was fucking uncomfortable as the crowd would near, yelling about shit in Kirishima’s room. How was the blond going to get used to this? And the walls were fucking thin enough to hear their voices.

Sure, back at home he lived with his family, his room was beside his parents, but they were his fucking parents. He lived with them his whole life, they spent four years of it wiping his ass for fuck sake. Of course, he was comfortable in the house, with them around. Grateful for them being there. Here, he was thrown into a building of twenty teenagers, whose rooms are right next to each other. He was fucking lucky he only had to share a wall with Shitty-Hair.

Still, he couldn’t just adjust to this like they all seemed to have. He’d rather be home to his mother’s familiar yelling, his father’s cooking filling the air and the dimmed lights from the living room lamps illuminating his homework.

And nothing smells right, that was another thing. He didn’t think anything of the fucking scent of a building until now. It had this clean, newly renovated scent to it, but the common area and kitchen were gonna turn into a mishmash of everyone’s scents, and sweat. He’d have his room to fall back on, but the only lingering scent of his home and family would be on his clothing and sheets, from the detergent used to wash them with.

His fucking sheets, who’d think those would bring him a pang of homesickness of all things. They were the ones he’d usually used, all various shades of gray, nothing too special. They reminded him of his bed at home, but the sheets and few objects he brought with him were simply a mask. The white walls, random balcony and standard furniture reminded him of where he was, that this wasn’t his room, it was some random ass number dorm room that some extra would get next school year. Conclusion; he wanted to be back home, not here.

It made it difficult to fall asleep, knowing who-knows-how-many-extras, that he knew hardly anything about, were still awake while he tried to settle down. The door was locked, both of them, the curtains for the balcony were pulled shut, no one would get in here even if they wanted to. And even so, Katsuki was a fucking hero in training, light on his feet, no one gets in and out without him knowing, not anymore.

In the passing weeks, it was odd to see how well everyone else seemingly adapted, cuddling up on the couch every Friday night for movies, burning shit and ruining frying pans in the kitchen, leaving their fucking dishes around, and doors unlocked so that everyone could just barge into each other’s rooms. Katsuki still locked his, he didn’t let anyone in either, a bit ridiculous, but he had just started to get used to the room, sleeping became easier, though he still woke up earlier then he did at home, as if his body were making sure he’d get up before anyone else would.

As he got to know his classmates better, the more he relaxed around the dorms. Falling asleep early, cooking as if he owned the kitchen (might as well with the way others begged like dogs whenever he was in the kitchen). They were fucking harmless idiots, and training to become heroes like him for god sake. To think he was acting like a paranoid little bitch at the beginning of this semester. God, he was an idiot.

It helped that they were allowed to go home some weekends but with the remedial courses he had to take after failing the provisional licence exam, going home wasn’t very high on his to-do list, travelling would only be more tiring. He spent half the time on weekends sleeping anyways, going to bed early, sleeping in until noon. He valued his rest, but this week fucking killed him. If it wasn’t a test, there was an assignment due. Worst of all, he had to pull an essay out of his ass just last night. For once, he was thankful for Kirishima’s sheer will to annoy him, asking for help or just chattering, on and on, a real Deku 2.0. Least he didn’t mumble.

Luckily it included accidentally reminded Katsuki of the five-page essay they had due the next morning, so he stayed up till an ungodly hour working on the thing, then waking up at his usual time and forgoing a big breakfast with an orange, and settling for a shorter run in order to finish it up.

The rest of the day held no breaks, they had training in the afternoon, followed by additional training during remedial classes. And damn was Katsuki glad he cut down on the run in the morning. Still, he was tired as hell, having fallen into the schedule of sleeping his ass off, the sudden lack of it and additional physical activity was weighing down on him.

His body flopping down onto one of the couches in the common room as they returned. Todoroki giving him one of those stupid faces, like he was one to judge, the half-and-half asshole always sat down at one of the chairs to remove his boots. What, Katsuki couldn’t do the same?

Well, after he let his body rest for a minute that is. No one else was down here, so who the fuck cared? The blond let his head fall back on the cushion behind them, eyes falling shut as if he were trying to block out the other’s stare. They both sat in silence for a minute before he heard the other shuffling, beginning to undo his boots, the mundane sound oddly relaxing as Katsuki let his mind wander, easing deeper into the couch, letting out a content sigh as his breathing regulated and muscles relaxed.

Katsuki jolted awake to the sound of murmurs and giggles, and took a second to orient himself, realizing he mistakenly fell asleep on the couch. Only to be awoken by a crowd of his classmates, Raccoon-eyes’ phone in his face.

“What the hell?” He croaked, squinting at the group while pulling his body to sit up straight.

“You look so peaceful sleeping!” Ashido’s cheery voice was like a screech to Katsuki’s waking ears.

“Yeah, you don’t have that scary look on your face!” Kaminari gave a cheeky grin, the whole idiot squad was present, and it looked like half-and-half had left.

Made sense that he did, if Katsuki had fallen asleep, hours could’ve passed by. He wondered how many people came through, saw him just lazing off on the couch. And now that he was surrounded by a group of them, it felt a bit uncomfortable. That feeling only worsened as the group crowded around the pinkette’s phone, cooing at it.

The blond bit his lip, “did you take a fucking picture of me?”

“It was a once in a lifetime chance, we couldn’t not take one!” Kirishima provided the response with a grin.

Katsuki’s chest seized, “delete it.”

Pinky pouted, “what? No! Come on Bakugou, it’s the cutest picture we’ll ever have of you! We can’t just delete it, this is like, yearbook worthy.”

He frowned, “fucking delete it.”

“Come on bro, it’s not like it’s something scandalous,” Shitty-Hair added, “plus Ashido only shared it with us, we’re not gonna spread it around or anything!”

That didn’t help, he didn’t want anyone to have pictures of him laying around. They took a fucking picture of him sleeping for god’s sake, it sent a chill up his spine. They had no right to do that.

“All of you delete it then!” The blond growled, fingers digging into the cushion, his heartbeat picking up.

This was supposed to be a safe place, their home away from home or whatever the fuck. He was just getting comfortable here too. And it’s not like he’s the first person to fall asleep on the couch, and you don’t see them getting their picture taken without their consent. Why’d his friends have to be so invasive, why’d this class have to be so invasive? Next thing you know, they’d be barging uninvited into his room, looking through his things, taking more stupid photos-

He grabbed for the phone, the girl jolting away before he could get a hold of it, shouting out a protest, “hey Bakugou! Don’t just-”

His hands were sweaty, and it was getting harder to breathe but he managed to growl out a nasty “Delete it bitch .”

And the gazes on him grew stone-cold, unseeing to the turmoil the blond was going through, uncontrolled sparks going off against his fingertips, shaking fingertips. His heart beating fast, blood pumping in his ear as if he were getting ready to fight, but with nothing to attack, leaving him to fester on the couch, caged in by his classmates.

“No need to overreact.” Kirishima had a hard frown on his face, hands raised in surrender.

“Yeah, not cool man.”

“You know what, fuck you Bakugou.” Ashido’s eyebrows furrowed, “friends don’t call each other bitches like that.”

He needed out of there, he needed them to leave, to give him the space to flee back into his dorm room.

So the blond continued putting up his defence, “fuck off, think I give a shit?” the words coming out louder than he expected, emitting a flinch from its speaker.

The others took a step back. The suffocating in his chest easing off, if only a small bit of it. It didn’t help his feeling of being trapped though, his need to escape, or attack, to do something. It was as if he were confronted by a villain or some shit, like he was kidnapped again. But he wasn’t getting kidnapped, he wasn’t getting attacked and suffocated, he wasn’t getting humiliated. But he wasn’t safe.

“Bakugou, stop using your quirk.” The authoritative voice snapped him back to reality.

He didn’t realize he had his quirk activated, blocked by the teachers cancelling, but he was still reaching for it. And the smoking cushion he had risen from looked like it had seen better days. Katsuki quit reaching for it, Aizawa reluctantly shutting his own quirk down.

“What happened here?” His question left no room for jokes or avoidance.

The blond still felt as if he were running a marathon, blurting out a scratchy “I’m going to my room.”

His legs were already on the move before he could finish the sentence. The underground hero didn’t pull him back, said nothing as he made his way across the room, slapping the button to call the elevator down. He didn’t look back to the multiple pairs of eyes glued to his retreating form.

Aizawa Shouta planned to make this quick, arrive at the 1A dorm unseen, take inventory of their kitchen and leave. He figured a harmless argument in the common room would only help him go unseen, especially if it involved Bakugou’s boisterous personality.

He’s seen the teen lose his temper more often than not, but looking on at the scene placed before him, it didn’t appear as the usual conflict. For starters, the blond didn’t have his finger pointed at his target, his face wasn’t wound up in the usual vein throbbing expression. Rather, he seemed to be freaking out more than getting angry.

Shouta could recognize the signs of panic, having been around it so often, even as an underground hero. It was surprising to see then hidden all over the hot-head of the hero course. So he let the blond go, gave him space, and instead, turned his attention to the group that had been present for this situation.

“What happened?” Cause if it were enough to send a seemingly emotionally constipated Bakugou Katsuki into a panic, it was something that shouldn’t be happening, he’d make sure it wouldn’t.

“It was just a picture, he was overreacting,” Ashido spoke up, voice laced with spite.

“You took a picture of him?” All four of them nodded, “without his permission?”

They hesitated this time, Kirishima speaking up with downcast eyes, “he was asleep is all.”

Sure, being in the hero business, just as any public figure, had its fair share of privacy breaches, especially with photos and the media, not like they cared much for consent. And it would be foolish to go around suing every company who got a picture of you, but they were children. They still had a few years to live, for the most part, without this kind of shit.

“I’m going to confiscate your phones, I’ll be going through your photos, so if there’s anything you don’t want me to see, get rid of it. Think of this as a lesson in privacy.”

“Isn’t that a breach of privacy though?” Sero spoke up in their defence.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before taking a nonconsensual photo of your sleeping classmate.”

“We’ll delete the photo…” The pink-haired teen pushed.

“I won’t have to delete it for him then.” the hero paused as they all deflated in relief, “I’m still checking your phones, so hand them over and you can pick them up at the end of classes tomorrow.”

Each phone was passed to him reluctantly, a sour look upon their faces, “I expect you won’t do this again?”

They nodded in defeat. And the next day, Aizawa had a class on the importance of privacy, ethics and consent. If anyone questions why the sudden topic, they didn’t voice it. Bakugou informed him that the blond was going home for the day. Despite his thuggish attitude, the teen was a good student, always on time, high marks, so Aizawa could give him a break. No one bothered questioning him on the blond’s absence, though he did overhead Midoriya speculating it after the first bell rang.

He’d be back tonight and they could question him themselves, Aizawa just hoped they’d remember today's focus on respecting privacy. He didn’t need a repeat of yesterday's situation. And then there were no destroyed couches or students asking to go home that night, he assumed it would be fine.

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero fanfic #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shoto #Kirishima Eijirou #ashido mina #todoroki shouto #kaminari denki #sero hanta

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Bakugou x reader

Warnings: ANGST, suicidal thought mention, lots of that kinda talk, more angst, kinda fluff

A/N: I wasn’t sure how to go about this. I wasn’t particularly sure what you wanted from this request but I hope it helped? I changed it up a bit for like... context reasons. Note that at first Bakugou doesn’t react the way that people should react when hearing this kind of news but it is how a lot of people act regardless. National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255. No matter what the reason if you are having suicidal thoughts, you should tell a trusted adult. Don’t keep something like that a secret.

Bakugou’s eyes finally snapped open after fifteen seconds of hearing that infernal morning ringtone you had. He reached over your sleeping body and snatched your hellphone off the side table and read the label, ‘pick up Kiyomi,’ before silencing the alarm.

Odd. Bakugou didn’t know a Kiyomi. Why would you be picking her up? You hadn’t mentioned having to get anyone at all…

Bakugou hovered over your warm body for a moment longer. Your lids fell heavy over your eyes, blanketing your dreams by being interrupted from the outside worlds, and your mouth was curled into a small smile. You looked so peaceful… so cute. Bakugou was incredibly grateful for any night you were able to stay in his bed but he loved the mornings even more. He liked waking up before you so he could see you like this; and that blasted alarm clock almost ruined that for him.

A small squeak escaped your throat and your sleepy eyes fluttered open to meet Bakugou’s. Bakugou felt his chest tighten and his face heat up when your lips curled into a grin and you whispered, “g’morning Katsuki…”

So. fucking. cute.

“That damn alarm of yours woke me up,” his low croaky morning voice probably sounded more hostile than he wanted but it didn’t matter. You had accepted that part of him and he loved you even more for it.

“Mmmm,” your light fingers tiptoed up his arm before reaching around his back to pull you closer. Bakugou rested his head on your chest and relaxed his body against the warmth of yours. You were his paradise.

“‘m sorry baby,” you said, “that’s my alarm for work. I forgot to turn it off before bed. I had been a bit… preoccupied.”

That might’ve been an understatement. Bakugou made it a goal to make sure that when he had you to himself, you could only think about him. He couldn’t blame you for forgetting something as mundane as an alarm clock, even if it went off an hour before he usually got out of bed.

“Who’s Kiyomi?”

“Kiyomi??” You looked at him as if he was a mad man spouting nonsense.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “The alarm said you have to pick Kiyomi up. I didn’t think you had any plans today.”

You let out a yawn and rub your eyes, squirming farther down the bed so your feet could get warmer and Bakugou could get closer. “Right,” you finally realized what he was talking about. “Kiyomi is a friend who lives overseas. I set that alarm months ago for when she needed me to pick her up from the airport. I guess I started using that alarm to get up in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t you change it to something different now?”

You laughed, “to what? ‘Get your lazy ass out of bed’?”

“Tss!” He grabbed you and rolled over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. “You don’t have a lazy ass,” he said while his hands slid down your backside. “You have a fine ass.” To prove his point, he gave your bottom a smack.

“Katsuki!” You buried your red face deep into the crook of his neck, your breathy laughter sending a jubilant wave of prickles down his body. “Sometimes I have a lazy ass. I feel like I could spend entire days in bed; nothing to worry about, just warmth and dreams.”

“If you’re dreaming all damn day then you won’t be able to spend any time with me.”

“That’s not true,” your cheek brushed up against his ear while you turned your face towards him. “Don’t you know that you’re in all of my good dreams?”

Bakugou felt another pang in his chest. He loved you so goddamn much. “Liar.”

“S’not a lie. Dream Bakugou makes it harder to wake up.”

“Yeah well I’m the real deal so hopefully I can make it easier to live in reality. C’mon,” he sat up, “let’s get breakfast.”

“Nooo,” You whined, falling back into the bed. “It’s so early! Can’t we lay here a bit longer?”

“I don’t think so, princess. I’m wide awake because of you and I don’t think I can trust you with that dream Bakugou guy.”

“Just five more minutes, Katsuki, pleeease?”

Bakugou scowled at your pouting lips before bowing his head down and planting a sweet peck on them. “If you’re not up in ten, I’m carrying you out of this bed.”

You grinned back at him. “Promise?”

He kissed you again. “Don’t be cute.”

Bakugou had actually let you sleep in for thirty more minutes before carrying you out and into his kitchen. He had already prepared you some tea and fruit for you to eat and was about to put a quiche pie into the oven. You had told him about the french dish awhile ago and he’s been wanting to make it for you ever since, making sure to add in some cayenne pepper to make it his. He asked you to set and alarm for forty minutes and you absentmindedly scrolled through your set of alarms and chose one that was already set for forty minutes in the future.

The time spent waiting for the quiche was time spent, laughing and throwing grapes at one another which eventually lead to a battle that Bakugou had to win, showing his victorious authority but pushing you up on top the kitchen counter and wedging between you, holding you close, kissing your neck and shoulders, showing you that he could make you feel all kinds of things that bastard Dream Bakugou couldn’t. When his daring fingers met the hem of your pajama pants, the terrible song you had for your alarm finally went off.

You smirked down at him. “Wouldn’t want to burn our meal, would we?”

He glared back at you, grabbing your chin, he playfully bit down on your bottom lip. “This isn’t over.”

You slipped down from the counter and fetched the quiche out of the oven, leaving your alarm to play in a continuous loop. Bakugou grabbed your vibrating phone and switched the alarm off but not before he read what it said.

“Y/N…” he whispered.

“This smells delicious Katsuki!” You chirped back, placing the dish on the the stove to cool off. “It looks so fluffy.”

“What the hell does this mean?”

“I don’t know… isn’t it supposed to be fluffy when it comes right out of the oven? It’s still hot so I’m sure it’ll go down when it’s cooled off?”

“Y/N!” He barked and you jumped. He didn’t mean to frighten you but Bakugou a tension grow in his back. The alarm… your alarm didn’t make sense to him.

“‘Maybe don’t kill yourself today’?” He read aloud. He thrust your phone in your face and you gingerly took it back. Slowly your brows knitted together in understanding.

“Oh.”

“What does that mean, Y/N?!”

“It’s… well it’s nothing now. Another old alarm. I don’t even know when I made it.” Bakugou said nothing back. He couldn’t. He needed a better explanation. You took in a long breath before setting your phone down. “I just… used to feel… sad, I guess. And maybe sad isn’t the best word. I don’t know, babe. It was just like a special message for me to keep going. I made it a long time ago and haven’t changed it, like the ‘Kiyomi’ thing. Ha… I’ve had this phone for a long time, huh?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Bakugou murmured, letting his voice crack only slightly.

“Baby,” You cooed, reaching out to him. He took your hand and pulled it against his bare chest. You were so warm. He couldn’t imagine your touch… your hands… not being warm anymore. “Listen, I’m here. I’m fine.”

“You’re just fine?”

“Well yeah but I don’t mean-,”

“When did you make it?” He cut you off, his mind whirling, trying to find memories or any signs or tells that you were depressed. It was aggravating. He couldn’t see it. He didn’t know.

“I told you, I don’t remember.”

“Was I in your life when you made it,” Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobbed while he grit his teeth, “did you know me?”

“Katsuki…”

“Because what kind of boyfriend would I be if I just let you feel this way. I thought… I thought that we were good together.”

“Bakugou! It has nothing to do with you! I’m happy when I’m with you and I’m fine most of the time but sometimes I just let these weird feelings creep in on me, okay? I don’t think I’m ever going to act on them but sometimes I just… ! I just don’t want to exist!”

“What?” Bakugou couldn’t help it. He was shaking. “So you still feel this way?”

“I’m sorry but why do I feel like I’m in trouble here? Katsuki, things like this don’t just disappear. It’s an ugly black goo monster that latches on to people and they have to live with it and there’s nothing that I or anyone else can do about it!”

“Nothing you can do? You can start with telling me about how you feel! I feel like a goddamn idiot not knowing that the person I love more than anything in this world wants to kill themselves!”

“Well, I don’t want to kill myself! That’s why I made that alarm in the first place! And sorry but it’s not always such an easy thing to talk about! You’d get annoyed with me if I told you all about how sad I am a lot of the time!”

“Annoyed with you? Y/N-,” he seethed, “I get annoyed when you steal the good blankets and when that damn song plays whenever your alarms go off but I still love you regardless. Talking about shit like this what you’re supposed to do in loving, trusting relationships!” He brushed a hand through his hair. “Maybe… you don’t trust me. Or maybe I don’t say all the nice things I think to say to you but-! Fuck, Y/N, I don’t want you to be scared of talking to me. If I can’t… make sure that everything in your life is okay all the time, I’d at least want to help you with that…”

“Again, Katsuki. It’s not about you. And I have talked about it with other people before… and they all say the same things; I should just cheer up or stop thinking about it. After awhile I kinda realized I was being a burden. And I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“Fuck everyone else, you are not a burden to me! Not ever! And I’d rather have you talk to me a hundred thousand times before you feel alone in this. I’d rather have you scream at the top of your lungs at me then… not have you at all. Y/N, I can’t… imagine my life without you. If you were to disappear… like that… my entire world would be shattered. F-fuck!”

“Kat-!” Before you could finish saying his name he wrapped his arms around you. Tears that burned his eyes fell from his cheek and into your hair. He could feel his own chest getting wet from your eyes. They were hot, like you. Warm.

“Please talk to me,” his voice was muffled by your hair. “I want to hear it. Whenever. Whenever you get these feelings I want you to call me and I’ll ask if you want to talk about them and if you don’t, I’ll find a way to distract you. I know I’m a fucking asshole sometimes but I want to be there for you, do you understand? Just please don’t think that you’re alone in this.”

“Okay, Katsuki. I will.”

“Promise me.”

“... I promise.”

He held you for a long time. The quiche cooled down but neither of you cared. All that mattered was that you were in Bakugou’s arms. You were safe. He’d always keep you safe.

Finally you pulled away and wiped your cheeks. You cupped Bakugou’s face wipes away his own tears with your thumb. “I’m sorry I upset you, Katsuki.”

“Don’t apologize. Just know that if anything ever happened to you I’d have to kill the grim reaper to bring you back… Have you thought about… going to therapy? Or maybe going on antidepressants?”

“I have… but I don’t know if I want to do that yet. I really am okay most of the time. But if things get serious, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Good,” he sniffed and cleared his throat. “Can I have your phone?”

“Why?”

“I gotta change some of your alarm messages.”

The rest of the day went well. You smiled a lot and enjoyed the quiche though you challenged Bakugou, saying that you could probably make a better one. The two of you went on a short hike and enjoyed the refreshing air. He watched you climb up on rocks and laugh and sing, granted terribly, but he loved it and he loved you. He had to keep his eyes on you. He loved keeping his eyes on you. After that day, something changed for Bakugou. While he watched you, he couldn’t help but worry that he might not ever see you again. So he watched. And he savored. And he loved.

The next morning you woke up to Bakugou’s second favorite song. The message for your alarm said, ‘wake up, gorgeous.’ It was simple but it made you smile. By the time you got to your fridge and closed it, thinking that nothing really appealed to you, you got another alarm. ‘If you don’t eat your breakfast, you’ll never be able to beat king Bakugou in a sparring match.’ That was oddly inspiring. Bakugou always knew how to channel your competitive side. Throughout the day other alarms went off with silly messages like ‘daydreaming about your boyfriend again?’ And ‘he’s thinking about you.’ But the ones that really struck you were the ones that said ‘you’re so strong. you’re doing great.’ Bakugou had never been great with words but it really meant a lot to you that he had set those messages up just for you. You were incredibly thankful for him.

You couldn’t see Bakugou that night but you made sure to call him before going to bed. He was soft on the phone. You made a point to point out to him that you weren’t fragile and he made a point to point out to you that he already knew. He’d seen you in bed. After you ended the call with your face a blushing mess you got another alarm.

‘Sleep is the best medicine. Lay that pretty head to rest.’ And only one minute later, ‘if Dream Bakugou lays a finger on you, I’ll kick his ass <3’

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bakugou-ou · 7 years

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Hi!! I love your writing style so much, thank you for all your work! I would love to see a part three to that bakugou angst that you have, you've written it so well! Im kind of hoping for a somewhat happy ending, not necessarily them getting back together because I do agree that is a sour relationship, but just something better him. Thank you!! Much love and support 💓💓

Ahhh, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it so far! 《Part one》《Part Two》

Here’s part three, the final part, of the Bakugou bet scenario. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, most especially the ending.

Going back to school the following day was hard; he’d been lucky enough not to passher on his way in, she came to class late and got scolded by Aizawa. Part ofhim felt quite smug about that, it served her right to feel like shit afterwhat she said to him, making him feel the way he had. If he was going tosuffer, she should too… But, then he felt bad for feeling that way, becausethat meant she was right, that he was a rotten person who deserved to diealone. When he’d cleared out their texts, he’d kept the ones she had sent whilebreaking up with him, the really horrible ones, just as a reminder that that was how she really felt. Even if itwasn’t, he couldn’t forgive her for some of what she said. He hadn’t ever beenactually rude to her, even before the bet, he’s always been indifferent, theynever really talked, and once they were dating, he treated her like a princess,so if she was going to say that, she could go fuck herself.

He spent the next few periods until lunch cycling betweendifferent emotions; crippling depression, anger, relief, smug satisfaction, andback again. It was clear to everyone around them that both of them were messedup over it, especially Katsuki, but still no one said anything until lunch.Once the Baku Squad, save for Katsuki ex-girlfriend, was sat at their usualtable, Kirishima spoke up.

“How were your parents?” Kirishima asked, looking across thetable at his best friend.

“I wish I didn’t have to come back.” Katsuki answered,taking a bite of his curry rice and sighing. He pulled his new phone out of hispocket and slid it across the table to Kirishima, “She said more shit after Igot home, my parents were not happy.And then, after I’d already gone to bed, she had sent me a few more texts,first they were angry, and then they were sad, begging me to talk to her. Youread that shit and tell me if you think I should try and talk it out.”

Kirishima reluctantly took the phone off the table and beganto read the texts. Katsuki hadn’t shown him the texts the day before, onlygiven him a very quick, painful rundown of what had happened. Seeing the thingsthat his girlfriend had told him madeKirishima’s entire body heat with anger; he knew how sensitive his friend wasto everything she’d chosen to pick at him about, she was systematically tearinghim down with her words, and there was no excuse for it, no matter how angryshe was. He had been sympathetic towards her the day before, understanding howbad it looked on Bakugou’s end, but that? That was unacceptable. He had to stopreading halfway through the first text in which she asked him to meet herbefore class to talk. It was so… Stupid wasn’t the right word, but that was allhe could think of. You couldn’t just say those kinds of things to a person,especially Bakugou of all people, andexpect him to want to talk to you. He was honestly surprised Bakugou wasn’tliving up to his reputation of being an insufferable asshole and making herlife miserable after all of that.

“That’s… Really fucked up, dude.” Kirishima said quietly,sliding the phone back to Katsuki and looking down at his gyudon.

“Ya think?” Katsuki replied, letting his phone sit on thetable next to his tray.

“I can’t believe she’d do that to you… Even with as mad asshe was, that’s just so… Uncalled for.” Kirishima mumbled, beginning to eat.

“The way my parents put it, I dodged one hell of a bullet.They’re probably not wrong, but it still fucking hurts because I loved her.”Katsuki looked to the rest of the group, “By the way, I’m not mad at you guysanymore… So, you can relax.”

The group couldn’t really relax, though, not knowing thathis relationship was over, something he’d been so happy about had been ruinedby them; even if he had forgiven them, they still felt bad about it. Half ofthem wanted to push the two back together, to solve this issue, but the otherhalf thought that if even Kirishimawas upset, then it wasn’t worth trying to salvage the relationship. They werecurious about what she had said that was so awful that even Kirishima was soupset about it, but if Bakugou wasn’t going to show them, then they weren’tgoing to ask him… They’d ask Kirishima later, but they weren’t going to riskgetting blown up for being nosy.

Katsuki’s phone vibrated with another text from her, askinghim to meet her down the hall from class before it started again. He threw hisspoon down with a loud clang, pickingthe phone up and unlocking it to reply; no.One word, that was all he had to say. If she kept persisting, he’d block hernumber. And if she came up to him, he’d ignore her. He had nothing to say toher. Well, that wasn’t the truth, but to prevent the situation from becoming a real dumpster fire, more than it alreadywas, he couldn’t talk to her. And he didn’t want to talk to her, not after allthe low blows she’d dealt him the day before, from behind her door and overtext. She could get on by herself, she didn’t need him, she hated him, that’swhat she had said, and now he was starting to hate her, too.

“Was that her?” Kaminari asked, looking concerned; everyonehad been startled by the way he’d chucked the spoon down onto the tray, the distressedexpression on his face, but Kaminari was the one to speak up.

“Of course it was, dumbass.” Katsuki answered as his phonevibrated again; when he looked down, she had said please, just hear me out. What part of no did she not understand? Besides, she had refused to listen tohim yesterday, now she’d know how it felt.

He laughed in disbelief and simply replied with another no before blocking her number. While hehad his phone out, he blocked her on Line as well, so that she couldn’t keeppestering him over text. If she was going to keep bothering him, then he wasgoing to ignore her. He was, by his own admission, an asshole, but he wasn’tgoing to tear her down the same way she had him. That wasn’t okay, and even ifhe was saying that he had loved her,in the past tense, he wasn’t some robot who could just switch off his feelings,he still loved her, it was just really fucking painful, and after what she hadsaid, he had no desire to get back with her. There was no point, she hadn’tbothered to hear him out, why should he hear her out? If she hadn’t said thethings she had said, he would have been all ears, but after how downrightvindictive she was, he didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say.

When lunch was over, he walked with his friends, making surenot to be caught alone so she couldn’t ambush him and force him to talk. Hewasn’t going to talk to her, he really couldn’t, he’d get pissed and say thingsthat he probably didn’t mean, or at least that he meant and didn’t want to beout in the open. She was waiting for him at his desk when he walked back intoclass, though, looking equal parts dejected and irritated.

“You can’t ignore me forever Katsuki.” She said as he walkedto his desk.

Maybe he couldn’t ignore her forever, but he was going totry. He plopped down into his chair and pulled his notebook and pencil case outof his backpack, neither speaking nor looking at her as she stood over him andwaited for him to say something. He heard her huff angrily before she startedtalking, and he just kept doing what he was doing; putting new lead into hispencils, checking the ink levels in his highlighters, things so mundane andtedious that she’d get even further irritated that he was ignoring her forthem.

“Katsuki!” She snapped.

He didn’t even flinch when she shouted at him, insteadopening his notebook and beginning to review his notes for the next class. She’dgive up once class started, so he could put up with her being insufferable fora little while longer. Deku came over to try and talk her into sitting down,though she wouldn’t listen and kept insisting she needed to talk to Katsuki;Deku advised her against trying to continue, since it was clear he was pissed, but she wouldn’t take no for ananswer. Finally, the bell rang, and she went back to her seat. Deku sat down athis desk, behind Katsuki’s, and then whispered to him.

“Kacchan, you really should talk to her… You shouldn’t leavethings like this.”

“Fuck off, Deku! It’s none of your god damn business!” Katsukigrowled, turning to face Deku, “If your stupid girlfriend talked to you the waythat one did to me yesterday, you wouldn’twant to hear her out or talk to her. I may be a shit person, but at least I’mnot going after every single insecurity I know she has the way she did to meyesterday, only to come crawling back begging for forgiveness and gettingpissed when it doesn’t happen.”

The entire room was dead silent, and Deku was a bitstartled. Once he’d heard that, though, he understood why Katsuki was ignoringher.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan…” Izuku responded.

“Me too, Deku.” Katsuki replied, turning back around andgoing back to his notes.

The rest of the day, no one dared to talk to him, she didn’ttry to come up to him between classes, and she didn’t try to ask anyone else totalk to him for her, either. She knew better than to do that now… Or, so hethought, until classes were out for the day and she stood by his locker toambush him.

“Move.” Katsuki said flatly as she stood there, blocking himfrom getting his things out of the locker.

“Not until you talk to me.” She replied pigheadedly.

“If you don’t move, I will blast you out of the way. You’rereally rubbing me the wrong way.” Katsuki hissed, looking down at her withcontempt evident in both his expression and tone.

She stood her ground, though, “Katsuki, really, we need totalk this out. Even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, it can’t end likethis.”

He was taken aback by the audacity she had to try and soundlike she had the moral high ground in this situation, after the things she hadsaid to him the day before, chipping away at every single insecurity of histhat she was aware of. He’d been quite open with her, that’s how much he hadloved her, he told her things he hadn’t even told Kirishima, his best friend,that even Deku didn’t know, and she had turned every bit of information he’dever shared with her against him, because she was upset.

“You’re fucking with me, right? Is this supposed to be ajoke?” He asked, reaching around her and opening his locker, “You don’t get toact like I’m the asshole here. Iwouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t like you, and I trusted you.”

“I trusted you too.” She hissed, “But you lied to me.”

“I never lied about anything.” Katsuki objected, pulling hisshoes out of his locker and slipping off his indoor shoes, “If I didn’tactually like you, I wouldn’t have asked you out.”

“But you didn’t like me at first, you were just stringing mealong!” She snapped.

“Maybe, but that stopped well before we started actuallyseeing each other.” Katsuki responded, slipping into his regular shoes andputting the others into the locker. He shut it and began to walk away, “None ofthe things you said are things I can forgive you for, so you’re just going tohave to live with the fact that you took things way too far and that I now wantabsolutely fucking nothing to do withyou. Congratulations, you’re getting what you want, you’ll never have anythingto do with me again.”

Before she could say anything, he was out the door and offto the dormitory. He was officially done with her, and if she kept trying, he’dkeep pushing her away. He’d never resort to what she had done, he couldn’t dothat, but he wasn’t above being generally petty and unpleasant to drive thepoint home that it was over between them, that there wasn’t even a salvageable friendshipbetween the two of them. She was getting what she wanted, and if she hadn’tmeant it, she shouldn’t have said it.

—–

Three months later

—–

The first month after breaking up had been the worst part ofit. It was still so raw, and everything fucking sucked. She kept trying to talkto him, even when he had made it clear there was nothing for them to talkabout, that it was over, that he wanted nothing to do with her unless it had todo with schoolwork. And, of course, when she didn’t get what she wanted, she’d botherhis friends, Deku was the most susceptible to her manipulation, only giving upentirely once Katsuki showed him the texts she had sent him. He kept them toremind himself of why he was doing what he was doing, why he had given up onthem. After the first month, she began to give up, and he was honestly relievedthat he didn’t have to go out of his way to be a dick to her any longer.

The second month was awkward as hell whenever they gotpaired up together for practical training, though thankfully that wasn’t often,it only happened three times that month, he usually got paired instead withDeku or Kirishima, much to his relief. Even Deku was better to work with nowthan she was. Not having a girlfriend also gave him a lot more time to focus onschoolwork, and training, so he was glad to have his time wholly to himselfagain. He quickly reverted back to his original mindset that a relationshiponly took away from his ability to become a hero. He had the rest of his lifeto find someone infinitely better than her, who wouldn’t make him feel like shit the second they got mad aboutsomething, he could survive the rest of his time at UA without a girlfriend.

As he sat in the library with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero,tutoring them in classical literature, he saw her walk in with some guy from GeneralStudies, that purple haired dude who looked like he never got any sleep, whohad pissed him off ahead of the sports festival… What was his name? It didn’tmatter, but they were dating now. But, as he watched the two of them walk, handin hand, her looking up at him and giggling at something he said, the same wayshe used to with him, he was struck by a realization: he didn’t care. He reallywas okay, totally fine, he felt nothing.No envy, no anger, nothing. He felt nothing towards her, or towards the guy shehad replaced him with. It was easy for him to ignore them and go back totutoring his idiot friends, they were more important than some girl he’d goneout with for a month and who had broken up with him in such a shitty way.

While the other three discussed a poem they had beenassigned to read, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his messaging app, deleting the last of her messages to him. He smiled slightly to himself as he locked his phone and put it down on the table, before joining the conversation about the poem.

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fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou/Midoriya Izuku

A/N: this is a lot longer than the previous chapter and im sorry but this short little thing is now complete! I hope you all enjoy <3 (Also i always attach the fic itself onto my posts but i’d read this on AO3 for text format reasons :O)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (here)

It’s always fucking Deku.

For all his life, whenever Deku was involved his body set off some kind of voluntary alarms, so nothing about this was a new sensation, but the fact that the center of all his attention, admiration and...affection? -- that’s disgusting, forget he even thought that -- whatever it’s called, all of it being pointed in Deku’s direction to this degree was a new level of danger he wasn’t ready to handle.

What even was it? He knew Deku stood out, he knew Deku was different, but so did everyone else who ran into the asshole, so why had he let himself fall this deep?

Flipping around on his back and throwing his hands into his face he groaned long and loudly in annoyance. Something about this bastard was keeping Bakugou’s heart locked in place and tied around his little finger, every word held some new weight of significance that didn’t previously exist and it was making his stomach whirl.

Friend.

Rival.

Partner.

Why?

Why him?

Bakugou slammed the door to his bedroom behind him and let out the roar he’d been keeping in his chest all night...no, all day…no…all this time of nothing but fucking buildup for months erupted from his heart and out of his mouth as he kicked off his shoes and paced around – face buried in his hands frustratingly.

While pacing and growling into his palms he heard three knocks come from the outside of his wall.

This school could pay to get a dorm building set up in less than a few weeks, but couldn’t put enough of that budget into making sure the walls weren’t paper fucking thin, so often Kirishima would bang on the other end of the wall in the most convenient way possible of telling him to quiet down.

At that warning, Bakugou immediately resorted to trudging himself to his bed, collapsing face first into the mattress, and screaming angrily into his pillow instead.

Why Deku? Out of all the people in the world why was it Deku?

It’s always fucking Deku.

What even was it? He knew Deku stood out, he knew Deku was different, but so did everyone else who ran into the asshole, so why had he let himself fall this deep?

Friend.

Rival.

Partner.

Almost a decade of falling out and still being enraptured in each other made Deku both a familiar and unfamiliar presence, one that still managed to surprised him but he still somehow knew better than anything else. It was an odd mixture that made Bakugou realize no matter what, him Deku weren’t ever going to be the ideal perfect image of childhood sweethearts that you’d read about from a fucking shoujo, but even so…. what was this?

“It’s nothing,” Bakugou muttered to himself through grit teeth, “It’s something, but it’s nothing, get a hold of yourself,”

Lifting himself up from the bed he kicked off his shoes and stood up to the direction of the bathroom to get a shower running.

He wasn’t going to let himself be some lovesick puppy, okay so he might – he has a crush on Deku.

Whatever.

The next day is coming and he can just ignore it, now that he’s unfortunately and agonizingly sure of these feelings he can keep up like a normal human being and try not to be too obvious, right? Other kids like his classmates may be terrible at hiding their infatuations but Bakugou wasn’t any ordinary kid.

He could take these feelings and kick it in the ass like he did everything else.

He tried his damndest to keep himself psyched on that ideology.

He went to bed chiming the promise to himself in his head as a reminder, and woke up the next morning reminding himself over and over again.

He felt good about it, grabbing his backpack and shoes he sucked in a deep breath and smiled smugly to himself, fully reassured.

The minute he stepped out the door he was gonna head to class, look Deku in the eye, and get on with his fucking life like none of this ever happe-

“…Oh! Good morning, Kacchan!”

The minute he opened the door, everything about Bakugou’s determined posture melted.

“What…” Bakugou, started staring at Deku in disbelief.

“Uh…”

“We’re.. we’re you…,” Bakugou looked around the hallway to see if anyone else was with Deku or was maybe heading this direction, but no, the only person around was the one infront of him, wearing a mixture of a nervous and amused wobbly smile, “How long have you been fucking standing out here?”

“Oh, not long!” Deku laughed, “I got here maybe a few minutes ago...I figured you know…it wouldn’t be too bad to walk to class together, right? You don’t mind?”

Deku looked up at him with teasingly pleading eyes and Bakugou’s heart skipped a beat.

“No… no, fuck why the hell would I care?” Bakugou grunted, “You should still probably think to maybe warn people before just popping up wherever the fuck you’d like.”

“I thought you just said you didn’t care?” Deku huffed out amused, “Kidding, kidding, you’re right… but erm…so the real reason I came a little unannounced is uh…”

Deku started twiddling his thumbs around and Bakugou was beginning to lose what patience he had.

“What? Open your mouth and talk,”

“Well uh,” Deku continued with a smile, lifting one hand to the side of his face as if he were about to tell Bakugou an important secret, and instinctively, Bakugou stiffened.

“Do you… have the answers to last night’s homework?” he whispered harshly.

What.

“Wh- what the…”

“Heh…heh…”

“Deku, what the FUCK why didn’t you fucking do it before th-“

All Might.

Bakugou stopped himself, and Deku looked a little relieved he understood.

“Hah...yeah well see, I was going to do it before coming to Kirishima’s but then… I got a little caught up you know?” Deku started twiddling his thumbs again, “And when I got home last night, even though I was exhausted I thought about doing it then, but I remembered what you said about how ‘there’s no fucking point-,”

“-if you’re already halfway fucking dead,” Bakugou finished Deku’s poor imitation.

“Yeah, right! You said that last time I came to class kinda you know a little...” Deku knocked on the side of his head twice to finish his sentence for him and giggled nervously, “in the end, I ended up passing out anyways, so I’m really sorry but,” he pressing his hands together apologetically he finished, “please, Kacchan?”

So, he fell for an idiot, a complete fucking idiot.

“What the hell ever,” Bakugou hissed throwing his bag over his shoulder and stepping past Deku to walk ahead, “Yeah, I got it done, you’re real damn lucky you can write fast Lightning-Hands,”

Deku sped up to catch up to Bakugou and settled into a pace right beside him, shoulders brushing. They had been at this for awhile but suddenly the significance of Deku walking alongside him was a lot more evident, and he had to temper the shade of red threatening to cross over his face.

“’Lightning-Hands’… that’s a new one, although it makes me think of Kaminari a bit,” Deku pouted, “anything a little more creative, maybe?”

“Sure, how about ‘step-the-fuck-off-you-fucking-nerd’,”

“Oh wow, that is creative…definitely a mouthful though…not your best work,”

“You know what? You can fail actually, you get nothing.”

“Kacchan wait, no please,” Deku mockingly whined with a laugh.

“You heard me! Nothing, you fucking asshole,” Bakugou tried to sound serious but the smile creeped up on his face against his own wishes as Deku knocked into his side trying to reach for Bakugou’s bag.

All down the hallway their bickering continued, the sound of Deku’s laughter followed by Bakugou’s sneers echoed against the walls unknowingly waking up the last few people sleeping in, and momentarily startling the students already awake, but much groggier than pair.

This was not an unusual occurrence for the class these days, and Bakugou was only maybe halfway aware of how embarrassing it was because the other half of him always decided in the moment he didn’t really give a fuck as he knocked Deku around and the two of them chased each other down the hall.

‘Lightning-Hands’? What was I thinking?

Behind him, Deku was hurriedly copying Bakugou’s work down, whilst the blond ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly, clenching his teeth and flexing his fists.

He couldn’t tell what he was more embarrassed about, the fact that he may have been flirting or how he’d chosen to go about it. Either other way it was pissing him off as reality had finally dawned on him for the moments he wasn’t in speaking range of Deku.

So much for kicking this infatuation in the ass, everything mundane about their interactions were now hitting Bakugou like a train. Actually, it had been doing this before, so this was more like 10 trains consecutively piling on each other.

When Aizawa came dragging himself into the classroom and picked up their homework, Bakugou tried to focus on the old man instead, trying to put everything off his mind to focus on the one goddamn thing in the class that wasn’t going to give him as much heart burn.

Sometime in the middle of Aizawa talking, Deku started poking on Bakugou’s back.

He was still unbearably irritated, and now wasn’t the time, but Deku was insistent.

“Kacchan… psst, Kacchan,”

“What,” Bakugou whispered harshly not bothering to turn around like he normally would.

“You have to turn around, hey…” Deku whispered just as harshly, continuing to poke at his shoulder.

The tingle he got from the contact was returning, and the quickness of his heart beat only proved to piss him off more than it did excite him.

“Whatever you have to say, say it now.”

“What? No, turn around I want t-“

“Either say it don’t!” Bakugou whispered in a yell, still refusing to turn around and harshly slamming his fist down on the desk.

“Midoriya, Bakugou, do you two have something to share with the class?” Aizawa grunted, clearly annoyed with seeing the two furiously go back and forth.

Normally, Bakugou would turn around and freely communicate with Deku, in the few times Aizawa had admonished them it had been because they were too loud laughing, too loud with sounds of approvals, Deku’s “Ohhh”’s and “Ahhh’s” over whatever they were blabbing about causing a disruption, those kinds of things.

Typically, he just didn’t mind, but Bakugou’s dealt with enough class call-outs to not be bothered by Aizawa’s tone whatsoever.

And even though this instance was definitely a little different, Bakugou had become a master of coming up with a fake response on spot.

“No, Sensei. Deku was just asking a question,” Bakugou replied as though it were rehearsed, “It’s over with and dropped now, right?”

Bakugou aimed the end of his question at Deku, and though a little perplexed, Deku responded back.

“Y...yeah sensei, it’s okay really, sorry,” Deku called.

With a dissatisfied sniff, Aizawa turned back around to the board to continue his lesson, Deku buried his face back in his notes and didn’t prod at Bakugou again. Somehow a lot of the tension Bakugou was feeling had went away with knowing Deku’s insistence had been killed.

The remainder of the class went on normally, and it’s when lunchtime hit that Bakugou realized he had another issue.

“Kacchan!” Deku had stood outside his desk waiting for him to get up, “we’re eating lunch on the rooftop today right?”

Bakugou and Deku had started a tradition of eating lunch alone together when Deku came back from meetings and discussions with All Might. It was a time dedicated mostly to Deku talking about all the things the mentor and student had spoken to about in private, and Bakugou more than willing to listen and feed into all of Deku’s worries and excitement. It was something he’d rather Deku blabber about to him than just anyone again, anyways. It was easily an excuse for alone time, and Bakugou had found himself actually looking forward to it whenever Deku approached him with the invitation.

But today….

“Guh…uh,” Bakugou started, and Deku’s face looking a little disappointed, “Not…not today,” Bakugou picked up his lunch and bag and stepped away from Deku to keep a distance from his face, “You can just tell me later, or something I guess, but I promised the gang I’d sit with them and entertain their bullshit for a day.”

Deku looked at Bakugou as if he wanted to ask ‘why would you do that?’ - and he was right, why the fuck would he do that – but he seemed to think better of it and just resigned to a sigh.

“Okay…that’s um…that’s fine, you have fun, I’ll sit with the others too…” Deku was clearly a little sad and worried looking, but he took in a breath anyways to finish his sentence, “be nice to them okay? Don’t let them drive you too crazy,”

He forced a laugh, and Bakugou feeling a little bad and decided to go ahead smile smugly back.

“There’s no fucking way that won’t happen,”

Having been a little reassured by Bakugou’s silly response, Deku’s down-trodden face slowly began gleaming again, and with a laugh he turned to exit the classroom.

“I figured,” he laughed over his shoulder, “Still…good luck, anyways!”

As Deku exited the classroom to head to the commons, the minute Bakugou heard the last of his footsteps, his smile dropped into an evident and irritated frown.

The feeling from last night of being separated from Deku was erupting again, but now equally piled on with the irritation of knowing these feelings were making his stomach sick again.

He had to stay away from Deku.

Because avoiding the problem has always worked, right? Bakugou’s conscious asked sarcastically to himself before choosing to ignore it.

If he avoided the problem, he could figure out how to deal with it.

That was his new plan.

So at the end of the day when everyone was packing to leave, instead of waiting for Deku, he got his things and said he was going to his dorm alone.

“Alone?” Deku looked disappointed again.

“Yeah, as in ‘by myself’,” Bakugou grunted.

He never bothered coming up with an excuse for Deku or a lie, this was just the situation, and even if Deku looked like he desperately wanted to ask ‘why?’ or ‘what’s wrong?’ he just lowered his gaze slightly and complied.

“Well…alright, I’ll see you later then I guess?”

“Yup,” Bakugou replied quickly with little care, “later.”

Bakugou hurriedly exited the classroom, didn’t look at Deku’s eyes, didn’t stop to see if he had something more to say, just grabbed his things and walked out with his head held high.

This was a start.

When he got home he immediately threw his things down, and settled on his bed, ready to do this self-reflection thing and find a solution to the problem.

However, Day 1 of figuring out how to solve his infatuation only came up with one answer:

Avoid him.

The next day, Bakugou did just that.

Deku approached Bakugou in the morning at his desk as he usually did and gave a beaming, “Good morning!” to which Bakugou simply replied to with a wave and didn’t bother looking Deku in the face.

Normally, Bakugou would have responded with a grunt or at least some snide remark but his passiveness caused Deku to freeze in shock from going toward him for a moment, and with a worried look, he opted to turn around to talk to Uraraka and Iida instead.

This lasted for the rest of the week, Deku made open approaches and Bakugou either ignored him or hardly gave a response. Having Deku out of his space cleared his head a little more, but made little room for the intrusiveness his more painful and berating thoughts.

You’re an idiot.

“Kacch-,“ Deku had whispered behind him one day, trying to start a conversation before being interrupted by Bakugou abruptly raising his hand.

“Aizawa-sensei can I be excused I gotta take a piss.”

You’re doing it again.

“Kacchan, hey are you-“ Deku started another day, but had been cut off by the sound of Bakugou’s chair screech as he stood from his desk once again leaving early for home.

“Kacchan!” Deku had called at Bakugou’s back but he didn’t turn back to respond and just kept moving forward.

Don’t talk to him.

Sucking in a breath Deku approached Bakugou with his lunch and slammed it down on his desk, a bit of a desperate look painted his eyes but the smile of his still gleamed.

“Kacchan? All Might told me something really cool the other day, can we talk about it?” Deku spoke quickly, but his voice was left with a tinge of strain as he tried to hold up.

“No. Not today,” Bakugou avoided eye contact in his cold response, which was not nearly as strong as he felt.

You want to talk with him.

The next day Bakugou had walked out the classroom early, he of course wasn’t met with Deku’s excited gleam on the path home, he walked the sunset shadowed sidewalks alone. The sound of the wind and clinging gates that had been previously drowned out by the sound of Deku’s voice and his laughter on the trail were now louder than ever, and the pain in his heart was inescapable.

You’re starting to miss him.

Lain sprawled on his bed and staring at the ceiling, Bakugou grabbed a pillow from his left, repeated the thing he did the first night of his realization, and screamed.

Bakugou had spent more time trying to figure out how to avoid the situation than actually solving it, but the problem wasn’t him, it was Deku.

Deku was making him feel like this.

Deku was making him feel sick.

Deku was making him feel weak.

So how was he supposed to confront the problem if the problem’s existence twisted his insides just as much as being away from it did?

Tossing and turning, he tried to sleep, but everyday of this created a new pile up of noise in his mind that he couldn’t tune out, so much noise that he almost didn’t notice the sound of phone vibrating behind him.

Against his best wishes, his heart skipped excitedly when he opened up the phone to see the notification.

FUCKING DEKU now

Hi Kacchan! :)

Bakugou stared wide eyed at his phone for a bit, wondering how to respond. The bridge of texting him took a lot of his edge off, but he realized if Deku started asking questions about his behavior, he’d probably have to cut it off.

With that in mind, he sent the most neutral response he could think of.

what the fuck do you want

Bakugou expected a reply immediately, but there was a moment of silence between the notification of Deku having read his message that made him a little more nervous than he’d expected. However, when signal showing Deku was typing finally showed up, he stared at his phone expectantly.

nothing I just wanna talk…! ^^;

Bakugou grimaced at the response, it was too vague for him to entertain so instead he returned the favor.

I don’t have anything to talk about

After sending the text, he knew he was lying. He wanted to catch up, he wanted to make up for what time he’d neglected, he wanted to see his inbox fill as Deku spammed him with handwritten notes and explanations, and he wanted to talk about all the mundane things in the world, but he knew it would all lead to Deku asking the questions he didn’t want to answer.

Whats been wrong?

Are you okay?

And he’d have to answer, he’d feel inclined to give Deku the reason, he’d be forced in that moment to confess once the question was lain down. Bakugou wasn’t going to place himself in a position to lie, saying “nothing” was not an option for him anymore, so instead he gave Deku the wheel to decide where to go.

oh…yeah, me neither honestly haha :’)

And the conversation was killed, successfully.

Feeling a little bummed about it damned himself, Bakugou decided to fill the void by scrolling up to old conversations instead.

He found an old one from October and smirked, remembering it.

Kacchan what are you doing for Halloween this year? :O

locking myself away from you freaks, don’t think I didn’t see u sneaking around with hair-for-brains and four-eyes. Im not getting involved

gah I thought we were being sneaky >_< Kacchan its just a Halloween party, it’ll be fun!

Everyones going to be dressing up like what the fuck? are you all still in preschool?

Kacchan you only stopped dressing up last year, you don’t have to look cool in front of everyone :/

You’re right, because im fucking awesome already

Haha I guess that’s true too <3

Don’t be like that! Anyways, if youre not coming can you help me think of a costume?

Sure, not All Might.

But KACCHAN I could ask him to borrow his REAL UNIFORM it’d be authentic!!

You don’t think everyone would find it pretty fucking weird if u had an "authentic" all might costume?

Eh….>_>;

No All might costume.

Bakugou remembered for a bit Deku had stopped the conversation, and there hadn’t been a response for about 30 minutes before Bakugou got irritated and felt the need to push his point more.

If I wrap some toilet paper around my head or some shit will you do it too so im not the only one looking like a fucking idiot? Why do you insist on sticking out like a sore thumb all the damn time

Deku had responded immediately

Oh! you mean like mummies?

What else is fucking wrapped in toilet paper

That’s actually kind of cute… sure why not! Itd be fun to do something with you :)

say something stupid like that again and im cancelling

Fine… that’s really cool of you Kacchan ^^ Do you think we should get seros or aizawa-sensei’s help instead of toilet paper tho??? It’d be more authentic!

Would you look at that? Halloween = Cancelled

KACCHAN IM SORRY

The conversation went on from there and in the end Deku convinced Bakugou to go with him to ask Momo to clone some of Aizawa’s wrapping instead. And the Halloween party had actually been fun save for someone in in the class tying his and Deku’s wrapping together on purpose, causing them to accidentally trip around and shit, you can use your imagination for that because honestly Bakugou would rather forget it.

Scrolling down, more conversations ensued.

If i got a fish would u get one with me? The dorms said those are the only pets we can have and im lonely ):

No bcs then id choose the biggest and baddest fish and you’d choose some small little baby fuckmunchkin

Whats your point?

My fish would kill your fish

okaaaay....so…why don’t we both choose either two big fish or two small fish?

Id still pick the fucking best fish and you'd have to hold a funeral

Ok Kacchan -_-

A little further down.

Deku guess the fuck what

What? :O

Bakugou was sure the sign for him typing had been up for a long time and he pouted a bit embarrassed if Deku had watched the phone for it.

I was sparring with the arms guy right? The dude with loads of fucking arms, I wanted to show I could beat him in a fist fight. everything was going fucking great, only fists, I was dodging and everything but then the mother fucker clocked me in the face and my nose started bleeding -- he was so distracted by it I flipped the piece of shit on his ass with a sweep kick

It was fucking awesome, I guess using legs and fists isnt as shitty when I do it

My nose is still bleeding too. It’s a fucking pool of blood deku it just AINT STOPPING

Bakugou remembered he had taken over that entire conversation while walking to class after the spar with a small towel under his nose and a self-satisfied smile.

However, by the time he had reached the classroom he had seen Deku and Round-Face speaking to each other, glaring at Deku’s phone with concern and confusion.

“I just don’t know how he expects me to respond to this Uraraka. Do I get worried? Do I say good job? Do I-“

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SHARING OUR CONVERSATIONS, DEKU?”

He kind of laughed at the memory now despite his irritation then, and continued to scroll through mindless conversations with Deku and finding the sick feeling in his stomach turn warm.

And as he continued scrolled through he made two assertions:

The first one being, Bakugou was so fucking obvious, anyone who read this would think Bakugou’s been pining for Deku since day one, he felt disgusted at his own lack of ambiguity.

The second realization being, Deku definitely couldn’t like him back.

Deku was Deku.

Always this kind to everyone and attentive to everyone’s will and wishes. Bakugou felt the sickness in his stomach return everytime a “<3” or a “cute” made him read the text as anything more than Deku’s usual shit.

And because of this, Bakugou knew he couldn’t ever let Deku know about these…feelings. No, he had to hope it would wane off, finding a way to deal with it only led to one solution: Telling him. And hell if Bakugou was going to scare Deku off with his own selfish, completely unreciprocated feelings.

He had to wait it off for as long as he could, and that meant continuing with his Deku-Deficiency.

So for weeks and weeks, Bakugou kept up avoiding him.

Every approach and every day Bakugou shook Deku off, the green haired boy’s face begun contorting from worry to annoyance over the course of time.

One day after Bakugou shrugged off another one of Deku’s invites to lunch, Bakugou thought he heard the boy growl in frustration.

And as this went on, Deku seemed to become more predisposed to just keeping away from Bakugou too. After the school day ended, with an upturned nose Deku would purposefully leave earlier than even Bakugou, and on days Bakugou had caught Deku leaving with All Might in the corner of his eyes, Deku didn’t bother asking him to lunch anymore afterwards. Instead Deku would happily bounce off with Uraraka and Iida while Bakugou went off with Kirishima and Kaminari.

Bakugou was a little grateful Deku got the message and also a little hurt. Still, he didn’t approach him, and they seemed to be in a mutual understanding of this arrangement. However, the oddity of it didn’t seem to miss the class.

Unfortunately for him, Class 1-A have had front row tickets to the Ballad of Kacchan and Deku since the beginning of time, so they’ve watched the two from the first fight on Ground-Beta, to the unwavering and strange amount of closeness that grew between the childhood friends after the second one. So for them to have distanced again caught everyone’s attention.

Especially All Might and Aizawa’s, as he started to notice them whispering after class and looking in Bakugou’s direction.

The weight of it, the weird stares, and Deku being blatantly fucking obvious about his irritation was driving Bakugou mad, but he was going to keep his cool, he was going to hold it off until the sight of Deku leaving the classroom didn’t make his heart drop. He was going to keep it up until looking at old text messages didn’t make his heart beat, and until hearing Deku laugh with others while he wasn’t involved didn’t make him want to drag himself towards the sound just for the sake of being closer to it, he was going to keep it up until this feeling of longing dissipated into fucking nothingness.

He contemplated this, prided himself on this ready and sure of it until once again, the universe decided fuck all, its time to kick this shit in the ass once and for all.

“Bakugou, Midoriya, today you two will stay after school to put up the desks and clean up,” Aizawa had dragged out as soon as class ended.

Bakugou froze from getting his things looking angrily and painfully in Aizawa direction, hoping maybe the daggers in his eyes would force the teacher to take back his statement or at least pair him with someone else.

From behind, Deku only looked blankly ahead.

“Yessir,” Deku replied immediately.

“Be sure to lock up when you two are done,” the teacher finished, gathering his things and dismissing the class.

He wasn’t going to get out of this, he was completely fucked.

So when the school had finally emptied and Deku and Bakugou were left alone setting up the tables and chairs he wasn’t surprised when Deku finally piped up with the question after only a few moments of silence.

“So, are you going to tell me the problem or what?”

Bakugou whipped around expecting to see Deku’s back and ended up being a little taken aback when he saw Deku standing defiantly in his direction, rocking one chair back and forth on its heels.

Bakugou puffed out his chest taking in a deep breath, ready to tell Deku to mind his fucking business and put the chairs up, but Deku only cocked his eyebrow, the irritation in his eyes forced Bakugou to back track. The words wouldn’t have escaped his mouth like he wanted with Deku looking at him like that, the anger Deku was feeling was seeping its way in Bakugou’s own heart, mirroring it, and unlocking every bit of frustration he’s held in for all these months. If Bakugou responded to that, he would spill everything in the most ungraceful and ugly manner known to man.

So instead he hid himself again, swerving around and slamming a chair backwards on a desk to release a little anger.

“I need you to get away from me,” he started, and hearing Deku’s mouth open to retaliate he continued, “just … fucking go wait outside in the hall or something and let me figure this the fuck out, shit,”

Looking down, he walked in Deku’s direction and snatched the chair that Deku was irritably rocking around from his hands, and Deku just glared daggers into him confusingly.

“Just fucking wait! I’ll do your half, but if you want to hear anything from me you need to give me like 15 damn minutes out of your presence.”

Deku looked like he wanted to argue, but sighing he relaxed his glare and reluctantly resigned.

“Fine,” he huffed, stepping backwards and then turning to exit the classroom.

When Deku had finally left, Bakugou kicked one of the chair away in frustration and screamed a “SHIT” loud enough he knew Deku probably heard on the other side.

Bakugou had to tell him the truth now, and he hadn’t thought this far ahead. In all his avoiding the issue he knew the eventual solution was going to be confessing, but he hadn’t planned for a second how he would. Could he get away with telling Deku he was over it now and they could move the hell on?

Slamming a chair down he realized, no. You don’t just avoid someone for 2 months without explanation and then demand 15 minutes of breathing room over feelings you just “got over”.

So what does he say?

Deku I like you.

Is that enough?

Deku I lo-

Accidentally screeching a seat across the floor a little louder than intended he decided “like” was definitely enough. That was the word he needed to use, or something similar.

“’Deku, I like you’, no fuck that sounds fucking ditsy I need to-,” Bakugou was muttering to himself while setting up the last of the chairs, “’You’ve really been pissing me off lately and’ – No... ‘It’s not fucking you its me, about you, so I guess it’s all your fucking fault in the end again huh? – gah NO, SHIT!”

Bakugou kept up rehearsing to himself all through setting up the chairs and sweeping, by the time he finished the last of the work he was sure he came up with the best way to put his makeshift and rushed confession.

“ ‘Deku, you piece of shit, I know it sounds fucking insane but I think I got a stupid puppy crush on you and it was pissing me off, that’s it.’ Yeah, perfect.”

Bakugou cheered to himself, muttering ‘Deku, you piece of shit’ to keep himself confident as he stepped out of the door to the classroom to meet with Deku in the hallway and finally shoot this circus act in the foot.

He was ready to meet with Deku’s anger, he was ready to put this shit out there and leave it to rot. Maybe with the way he says it Deku will blow up in his face and they can put it behind them, chalk it up as one big mistake, and let it all die.

He imagined how it would play out, put up the barriers needed to take Deku’s anger head on, he deserved it, he wanted it, he was prepared for it.

But of course, nothing could ever go as he wanted.

Why didn’t anything ever go as he wanted.

Walking out to the hall, instead of being met with Deku standing tall with fire in his eyes, he was met with the boy leaning casually right outside the door, his eyes blank.

And when he noticed Bakugou’s presence he looked at the taller boy with a quiet sadness in his eyes.

“So?” he demanded, his voice cracking a bit.

Bakugou’s plan got erased immediately, again. Everything about him and his demeanor slackened in Deku’s presence and he simply stood there, frozen.

Deku pushed himself off the wall to step back from Bakugou, only a slight bit of determination glinting from his eyes mixed in with the gloom he was pushing down.

“Kacchan, you have to tell me what’s wrong,” Deku started calmly, despite the look in his eyes.

He’d done it again.

They were supposed to have been well passed this already.

Deku values his friendships, and Bakugou knew more than anyone else how much that annoyingly dangerous passion outreached, he was foolish to assume Deku would only be angry with him.

Because Deku’s never been like that, Deku’s never kept up long enough to only be angry, not with him, not with anyone and Bakugou should have known better.

But in the face of Deku’s emotions like this, once again his heart began to mirror his own, and Bakugou felt an uncontrollable amount of guilt rush over him.

Not over not telling Deku, not over avoiding him, but for just not being unfront with himself fucking again about Deku.

Deku wasn’t the one doing this to him, he had been doing this to himself, and it was going to inevitability intertwined with Deku no matter how much he tried to leave it, no matter how much he tried to avoid it.

Their feelings had always been inevitably connected like this.

And he had to get over it.

He had to accept it here in it's fullest form.

He took a step forward, and Deku took a step back.

“Kacchan.” Deku started sternly.

“Please,” Kacchan replied fast and flat glaring the boy standing off with him in the eyes, and Deku taken only slightly aback by the vague desperation, let his guard down just a bit to let Bakugou make his way forward.

Words weren’t going to work, he was messy with those, the intimacy and carefulness of the language always managed to miss him, and he couldn’t trust his own heart to say what he felt, so instead he moved forward.

Getting eye to eye with deku, he only looked down slightly. The boy wasn’t that much shorter than him, but enough so that he had to lean forward and down enough to make this comfortable.

“Kacchan?” Deku whispered.

Wordlessly, Bakugou let his arms go past Deku’s waist to wrap around the bottom of his back, biting his lip Bakugou dragged Deku into his chest and embraced him into a tight hug.

Deku shocked, didn’t know where to place his hands for a moment, and Bakugou shakingly buried his face into the crook of Deku’s neck so his eyes couldn’t be shown.

Deku finally resigned to placing his hands lightly on Bakugou’s back, using one to pat him gently.

“I missed you too,” Deku whispered, causing a shiver to run down Bakugou’s spine, “but this still isn’t explaining anything,”

Bakugou huffed and tightened his hold.

“Stop me,” Bakugou muttered into Deku’s shoulder.

“Hm?” Deku questioned, now lowering his hands down Bakugou’s back for a more casual hold.

“Do that thing you do where you call me an idiot, tell me this is stupid,”

“I still don’t know what it is Kacchan,” Deku replied, a little bit of the irritation returning, “you’re a dumbass, but you still need to tell me so I can tell you all the reasons why,”

Bakugou huffed a small laughter in Deku’s shoulder at his response, and they stood silent embraced in the hug for a long period of silence before Bakugou finally began shifting.

He loosened his grip slightly to give himself room, and while continuing to avoid Deku’s gaze, he pressed a small kiss to Deku’s jawline before immediately retreating into the hug tightening his grip, causing Deku to puff out a slight bit of air.

“O-oh.” Deku huffed.

“Shit, fuck, goddammit!” Bakugou spat curses into Deku’s shoulder regretting the action.

There was a longer silence, neither boy had broken from the hug.

Deku pat Bakugou’s back twice.

Pity, of course, he should have known that was coming, fucking Deku alwa-

Deku pat his back three more times, a little harder than last time.

What was he trying to be encouraging now? Like Bakugou needed to be reassured his ugly feelings were okay or someshit? Why didn’t he just-

Deku was now frantically patting Bakugou’s back to a point where it was starting to actually kind of fucking sting.

Irritated, Bakugou broke from his hiding place in Deku’s shoulder to meet with Deku face to face.

“DEKU, what the fuck are y-,”

Bakugou was interrupted by a foreign press of lips on his, rough and unaimed, but enough to get his eyes wide as the attacker leaned back from the kiss with the fire in his eyes that he had been searching for earlier.

“Are you kidding me?!” Deku screamed in Bakugou’s face.

Bakugou was a little dumbfounded by the action to reply properly, did… Deku just…

“Uh…” Bakugou groaned dazed, hands hanging lazily over Deku’s waist now.

Deku moved the hands that were wrapped around Bakugou’s back to roughly cup both of Bakugou’s cheeks in his palms.

“You idiot!”

Deku kissed Bakugou roughly again a little more aimed and calculated, holding a little longer, before breaking apart again with an irritated grunt.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me all this time?” he hissed, “You’re terrible!”

Everything was still moving a little too fast.

“Did… what the fuck did you just…”

Deku groaned exasperatedly and pressed roughly feathered kisses all over Bakugou’s face, they got softer and softer with each press of lips to skin before Deku slowly relaxed on his own and pulled back, dropping his hands from Bakugou’s face to his back again, pulling himself into Bakugou’s chest for another tight embrace.

“Me too…Kacchan,” Deku murmured, the irritation still scrunched in his eyebrows but a new softness showing in his eyes.

Bakugou was coming out of his daze enough to process that statement, and in a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the boy back from the hug and looked seriously at Deku in his eyes.

“You...ah shit," he to a second to catch himself, "you...like me?”

“And you like me?” Deku immediately retaliated, not letting Bakugou turn the responsibility of answering first on him.

Bakugou took in a breath before answering in a whisper, “...yeah,”

Deku sighed tiredly.

“Good, me too,” Deku grunted giving Bakugou a small peck on the nose, “I thought it was pretty obvious but for some reason you need these confessions spelled out to you,”

He finished that last sentence with a fake laugh, and Bakugou felt his heart beat again at the sound of even a hint of the boy’s laughter despite it's ingenuity. A mix of the fondness, irritation, frustration and longing that had all existed and were building up in the months came pouring over him and he tightened his grip on Deku, pulling him close again.

Obvious? Bullshit, this asshole wasn’t obvious about anything in his heart, he was enigma, a completely incomprehensible tool, how dare he?

“Shut the fuck up, I’ve been fucking suffering, you weren’t obvious, you piece of shit, you fuckface, stupid Deku,” Bakugou finished his sentence doubling on Deku’s prior action and kissing the him on the lips. Maybe a little rougher than Deku had, so much so it had the boy leaning backwards into Bakugou’s tight grip.

The frown that had been across Deku’s face turned into an uncontrollable smile as Bakugou let the kiss linger, but needing to breathe he started slapping at Bakugou’s back again.

“Kacchan!” he laughed against Bakugou’s lips, “Off, off!”

At that, Bakugou slowly and hesitantly pulled off, not realizing he practically had the other boy caught in something of a dip in his arms.

They looked at each other like that for a minute, taking in the look of each other’s faces.

Bakugou’s eyes were jaded but wide, as though he had dispelled every emotion he had into that one kiss and was in the process of recharging for the next one.

Deku on the other hand, had just got finished laughing and was smiling up at Bakugou with a gleam and fondness that Bakugou had never seen before. It was new look to be added to the book of things that made Bakugou lose all the strength in his heart and it got tattooed it in his brain as a permanent sight like everything else with Deku did.

However, while the smile remained the look in Deku’s eyes began turning sad again.

“I wish you talked to me,” he cracked.

“Oh…,” Bakugou breathed, realizing the source of the original issue came from him again and he punched himself mentally, “I…fuck…I,”

Bakugou danced around for the right words, there was an easier way to say just “Im sorry” but instead he opted for the way more complicated route.

“I fucked up,” he groaned, looking away, “I fucked up…because I was weak and…,”

Despite himself, Bakugou looked back at Deku from the corner of his eyes to see the boy has lost the smile and was contorting his look to annoyance again before even letting Bakugou finish his sentence.

“It was because I was fucking weak,” Bakugou reemphasized just as annoyed that Deku was looking at him sideways, “and I didn’t tackle it head on when I should have, but I don’t make the same mistake fucking twice so,”

He lifted Deku from the tilt in his arms and looked him in the eye as he finished with a promise,

“I’ll get stronger,”

Deku twitched his lip looking a bit exhausted and unsatisfied with the response, before his eyes seemed to glimmer with some type of understanding and it all finally molded itself into a smile.

“Everything’s a different kind of battle to you isn’t it?”

“Yeah and you’re my worst enemy,” Bakugou spat back, putting his forehead to Deku’s roughly and closing his eyes, “fucking exhausting, fucking stupid,”

Deku returned the gesture by leaning into the touch a bit more softly, and sighing with a laugh.

“Yeah, and I guess you’re just my idiot, so it works out in the end.”

---

“I’m sorry, by the way,” Deku started as they trudged back to the dorms hand in hand.

“What the hell are you apologizing for?” Bakugou replied, meaning to sound a little more aggressive and irritated by the question but he was still a little drunk off the scene in the hallway.

“Well… I think All Might may have put Aizawa-sensei up to this…haha…” Deku continued nervously tensing his grip on Bakugou’s hand, “I was really kinda um…mad?”

“Wow, really? Couldn’t fucking tell from the way you almost ate my face,”

“I wasn’t that mad then,”

“Well you looked like you wanted to throw that chair at me earlier,”

“Uhm,” Deku coughed into his hand changing the banter subject from the chair, “Anyways, I kind of vented to him because it was effecting my training a bit and he noticed,”

Bakugou felt a little drop in his chest at the thought that Deku may have been disappointing All Might with his work ethic over Bakugou’s hissy fit.

“I accidentally broke like 10 punching bags in one session, All Might looked a little terrified,” Deku laughed.

Bakugou imagined an infuriated Deku sending 100lb bags of dirt flying one by one and wouldn’t admit for a second that he probably would have been looking like All Might supposedly had been.

“So I really think he consulted Aizawa-sensei about it, which is why we were forced so suddenly,” Deku scratched under his chin with his free hand thoughtfully, “they seem to do that a lot, huh?”

“Those old men need to stay out of our fucking business,” Bakugou muttered.

“I guess so, but they kinda know best it looks like,” Deku mused leaning into Bakugou, “who knows how long you have taken on your own?”

“Be quiet, get off me,” Bakugou grunted leaning his head into Deku’s anyways.

Intertwined fingers, the sunset, the sound of the clinging gates, and all of the silence Bakugou had dreaded before was now draping over him comfortably with Deku by his side again, closer even so.

Falling for Deku hadn’t been easy.

Getting here was rough. The misunderstandings, the stubbornness, having everything about who they were torn apart and blown up until they were left with nothing but the reality and its painful fire burning into their skin until someone finally gave in to turn and put it out. The details of that are gritty and long, but you already know that.

Yeah, even after all of that everything was a natural and simple transition.

Like the way Deku’s hand fit perfectly into his, the way they bounced off each other’s enthusiasm over the tiniest things, the way Deku looked at him, the way Deku kissed and held him.

Yeah, a long time of these kind of things went on before liking Deku became second nature to him, another instinct drilled into his very core before he knew it, the passion, the fire, the adrenaline, even the tenderness and care, he grew used to these things as an essential part of his life, as something he didn’t have to battle against or push away.

Bakugou could live with this.

So much so, that the thought one day the final barrier that existed between him and his feelings for Deku would finally come tumbling down.

The one thing he still feared, but did not deny.

The thought that, after some time he would be able to peg a word on his feelings for Deku with the intensity he truly felt, and put the weight of those feelings into a more attainable and accurate context than just a crush, than just liking him.

And whenever he heard the familiar annoying ass laugh, that familiar annoying ass smile, and that now familiar brush of fingers interlacing with his own, he thought that day just might come someday, and someday soon.

It just might.

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