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#this is the first thing I've actually written for bnha in like two whole ass years so mayhaps its bad sue me
godzawa · 3 years
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≥ Burnout
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Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki
Rating: T (language)
Length:  1723
Summary: Kirishima has a bad habit of putting his work before himself. (aka Bakugou gives the best fucking massages, thank you very much)
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27277441
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When Kirishima walks through the door of his apartment, his body sags. He slips off his shoes, just barely careful enough to line them up properly so Bakugou doesn’t yell at him for being untidy, and then drags himself over to the couch, every step feeling like a weight dragging him down. 
As he nears the long black couch, his body topples over into it, face first into the cushion and his feet just barely hanging off. Back when they got their own place, he and Bakugou had tried painstakingly to find a couch long enough for their tall, broad bodies to be able to lay on them completely, and this one had been the closest they could find. 
It’s silent for a long few minutes, no noise but the soft sound of Kirishima trying to breathe with his face pressed against a soft cushion and the whirl of the ceiling fan above him. 
Eventually he barely picks out the soft patter of foot steps, someone leaving one of the two bedrooms and walking out into the living area.
He knows that Bakugou has seen him when he hears a deep sigh, something between annoyance and exasperation.
“You over did it again, didn’t you shitty hair?” His boyfriend states more than asks. Even though he can’t see him, Kirishima can just imagine Bakugou looking down on him, hands on his hips. 
Unable to really manage words, Kirishima just nods against the cushion. That small movement alone makes the muscles in his neck and shoulders scream in pain, making him regret moving altogether. 
It’s silent for a few more seconds, Kirishima back to being a limp corpse and Bakugou just watching him with his (beautiful) sharp red eyes. 
Eventually Bakugou moves, his footsteps leaving Kirishima and going off somewhere, back towards the hallways he guesses from the sounds of it. 
Kirishima thinks for a moment that Bakugou might have gone back to their bedroom. It’s sort of a touchy subject between them, how far Kirishima pushes himself. Ever since they left UA last year and started as sidekicks in different agencies, Kirishima has been stretching himself thin to try and stand out. He’s been there, every call or need of an extra hand, he volunteers because he loves what he does and he wants to be there to help save as many people as he can.
It wasn’t too much of an issue at first, but then it started to go too far. Nights without sleep, days of barely being home for more than a few hours.
It took Bakugou nearly leaving him to wake Kirishima up and really make him start focusing on taking care of himself. 
“You need to put yourself first sometimes, idiot. Even I know that.”
Seeing Bakugou cry out of frustration and pain is something Kirishima would rather die than see again.
He got better, he started taking time off when he needed it and only volunteering when he knew it wouldn’t be too much. He was doing so much better.
The past two days had been him slip up, the small relapse. He overdid it again. Fatgum was away and they were shortstaffed, so Kirishima stayed on call at the agency building. The plan had been to just stay there and relax as back up if it was needed, but then a call came in for a serious situation and he had to head out. The entire ordeal took ten hours of brutal work.
It wouldn’t surprise him if this slip up pissed off his boyfriend. Hell, he could lose him over something like this. 
Kirishima’s thoughts turned on him, slowly draining down into darkness. The fear of Bakugou being upset with him clenched his chest, but he was too tired to even deal with that. He guessed that if Bakugou was upset he’d have to beg for forgiveness later because his body was too broken to even think of getting up.
He sat there and kept spiralling in his own head, body unmovable and anxiety clawing up his insides. He was so wrapped up in his own worries that he didn’t even notice the soft sounds of Bakugou returning to the living room. He also didn’t notice said boyfriend approaching him until he felt a leg slide against his side right side, between him and the couch. 
A butt sat tenderly on his own and he realized that Bakugou was gently straddling his back.
“Babe?” He grumbled into the cushion, trying to turn his head in confusion.
“Just shut up and down move dumb ass.” The blonde barked back, stilling Kirishima.
His heart sped up a little as he tried to figure out what was going on, but he wasn’t left guessing for long.
He felt his tank top tug up, hands moving his arms out of the holes and causing Kirishima to wince a little as it was pulled off his head and tossed away. Soon warm fingers were pressing lightly into his skin, lotion gliding them easily over his scarred up skin. 
Bakugou slowly started working the lotion into his skin, his touch feather light and putting just enough pressure for Kirishima to let out a long groan of satisfaction. The lotion felt so nice, both cold and hot, seeping into his skin and into the tender muscles. His boyfriend’s hands were nice too, callused but so careful in their movements.
Kirishima was effectively melting into the couch, his back finally relaxing after a long day of over using his body and his quirk.
“Idiot.” Bakugou muttered angrily, with a bite of emotion. 
“M’sorry-” Kirishima tried to mutter out, but was quickly silenced by Bakugou with a (light) smack to the back of his head.
“Just shut up and let me rub this shit in alright.”
The blonde was very meticulous about his work. He made sure Kirishima’s back was thoroughly covered before moving on to other parts of his body, the neck and arms. After he got off of Kirishima and pulled off his red shorts, leaving the large man with only his boxer briefs on. He covered his hips, thighs, calves, even his feet were treated with a massage good enough to have Kirishima moaning in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the tension leaving his muscles.
All this while, he felt like his thoughts were sliding through honey while he laid there. Getting treatment like this from Bakugou was something to treasure, the little moments where he felt so utterly encompassed by his love for the fiery man.
It always bothered him how people viewed his lover, like he was some sort of unfeeling asshole all of the time. Kirishima knew the truth, even from the first few weeks of their friendship. Bakugou has a heart bigger than anyone else he knew.
“I need you to roll over so I can get the other side.” The sharp orders invaded his thoughts.
Kirishima took a moment to take a deep breath, then carefully twisted his body, a few grunts of pain escaping his mouth as he did so. Bakugou watched to the side, waiting for Kirishima to settle onto his back before he straddled the red haired man again.
This time when Bakugou started pressing the cooling medicated lotion into his skin, Kirishima watched him. He didn’t watch the hands, but Bakugou’s face scrunched up between concentration and a scowl. He didn’t even try to say anything as he watched, the silence heavy between them. Eventually Kirishima couldn’t even keep his eyes open anymore as he slipped into ease, Bakugou’s fingers bringing his mind into sludge and his vision blurring.
“I’m not mad at you” 
His eyes tried their best to open. “What?”
“I was at first,” Bakugou explained, his face the picture of unease, “I wanted to fucking explode your dumb ass, but I knew this was bound to happen eventually. It takes effort to kick a bad habit. You’re a pain in my ass though you know that?” He grumbled.
“I know.” he muttered softly.
Bakugou’s hand’s stilled. He finally, finally moved his crimson eyes away from Kirishima’s body and looked into his eyes. “But your my pain in the ass got it? I wouldn’t put up with your dumb ass if I didn’t think it was worth it Eijirou, so stop looking at me like a kicked puppy before I actually explode your damn face.”
The barest hint of a smile quirked up Kirishima’s lips. 
“That’s better.” He grumbled before going back to focus on his task at hand.
Silence returned and Bakugou finished up his task, completely covering arms and legs in the lotion. When he finished he capped the bottle and placed it on the coffee table.
Kirishima reached a hand out for Bakugou’s shirt, lightly tugging at it. When those red eyes returned to him he asked, “lay with me for a while?”
Although he would never tell this to anyone (for fear of his life if a certain hot blonde ever found out), Bakugou’s pout was about the cutest damn thing ever. He had that pout pointed towards Kirishima at that moment, clearly caving into his boyfriend in a rare show of weakness.
“You want my heavy ass to lay on you?” 
Kirishima nodded, his smile widening. Bakugou tsked and sighed.
“Idiot.”
He slid down on top of Kirishima though, his body covering his lover’s and his head slotting onto Kirishima’s shoulder as a pillow. 
They laid like that, silent and holding each other for an amount of time neither of them could discern. It felt so nice, just to hold Bakugou and enjoy his presence, even if the blonde’s massive body made his already aching body ache more. 
“Next time I’ll kick your ass first before the bomb ass massage.” Bakugou mumbled into his shoulder sleepily.
Kirishima grinned, moving his head slightly to press the barest kiss into Bakugou’s cheek. “I’m going to work hard to make sure there isn’t a next time.”
“Good.”
When they woke up on the couch the next morning, Bakugou proceeded to complain about his body being fucked up from sleeping on the couch, all while Kirishima watched him cooking in the kitchen, a stupid fond look coloring his expression while his boyfriend bitched and whined. He wouldn’t have any other way.
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haleigh-sloth · 2 years
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Random unpopular opinion that nobody ever asked me.
I don't like Nana at all..
In fact, there are quite a few female characters that I dislike but I can't express it without being attacked
I feel like the women in bnha, are both, extremely worshiped and overly victimized by most of the fandom
I don't disagree here....but first:
Why is anybody attacking someone for disliking characters? Lol, nobody has to like anybody. I mean it's one thing to say "I don't like this character because she's a woman", but that's.....just a whole other can of worms that needs to be dealt with outside of fandom lmao.
I mean, I'll straight up say I don't like Midnight or Mirko at all. I think I've said it before and nobody had an issue. Or at least voiced it lol.
I have actual reasons for simply not liking those two. Midnight because she's just portrayed to be gross in the main manga and also in Vigilantes (I saw one panel that I just, didn't appreciate). Idk if it's for the sake of humor but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don't find it funny. Then Mirko for reasons listed in this post. That post didn't make me dislike her, I already did when I saw her during the war arc, but I couldn't pinpoint why. That post linked just helped me figure out why I didn't.
Nana, well, I like her character and what she provides for the story. Her position in the story is well done, and she plays her role very well. She is utilized well and she doesn't need more screen time than she currently has, or will get. But like, as a person, she sucks ass. She dumped her son off with some stranger and went to go die by AFO's hand. Like idk, doesn't feel like it was worth it really. So Nana isn't...likable imo either. But she's also FRAMED as being in the wrong. So it's okay for her to not be likable.
Mirko and Midnight aren't ever really called out for being....Like That™️. Mirko is not heroic, but nobody in the story itself cares and everyone is just like 🤙🏼cool hero who kicks ass. And Midnight, well, you know.
And this next bit is strictly opinion so nobody get heated over this--I do agree that the BNHA female cast is upheld as being "so great" and "should get more screen time" by the fandom, while I personally don't think so lol. I hate when irrelevant characters are given screen time for no real reason (Mirko during the war arc, I mean it was a handful of chapters that were just ridiculous fan service and for the battle thrill). What I feel needs to happen is that relevant female characters are created from the beginning. Toga is an obvious example of this (though she could definitely use more screen time, along w/ Ochacko), but I have 0 desire to see any of the other girls become super important out of nowhere. If they had been that way from the beginning and I had been shown that I should be invested in them, then sure. But it's not like that, so I simply don't care and don't really want to waste time on them lol.
Unrelated to BNHA but it's hard to find manga with female dominated cast in general. Even the manga written by women that I've read are all male-dominated casts: Fullmetal Alchemsit, Blue Exorcist, and D.Gray-Man--which are shounen. But it extends to shojo too: Fruits Basket and Ouran High School Host Club (both written by women), which these two have FEMALE protagonists but the main draw of these two series is the male characters lol. It's just like that. Idk why. I know it's possible to have the tides turned.
I don't watch RWBY but I did see a few of the first episodes years ago and saw that it was mostly female characters which I thought was cool. And I'm seeing the show now has more fanbase, and based on the posts I've seen--the show remained a female dominated cast? (pls correct me if it changed down the line)--which I think is awesome. So it's possible to have a good, successful story with GOOD FEMALE CAST. It's just that....nobody takes the opportunity for it. Lol.
Oh well, maybe one day.
Also, idk that this needs to be said but just in case--there's nothing wrong with liking any of the characters mentioned above. This is just how I feel on the subject. I'm not invested in debating.
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inkykeiji · 3 years
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So I resumed reading bmb after procrastinating for liiike 4 months? Straight??. I'm in the middle of the 3rd part and damn, things seem to really be reaching their chaotic peak. And as I was reading, I just went woah. woahwoahwoah- Cuz?? This has got be one of the most cinematic-feeling bnha works I've read.
Like that scene when Tomura loses it and starts to smash the crystal, and it's like he's literally blending into the beauty of the surroundings as he bleeds into it? Oh wow. Got me having a fun thought like what if this was an actual movie?? Like I'm just imagining how captivated the audience would be by this scene!! Kinda rambling butyeahjustwow.
And the way you really take time to flesh out small, yet meaningful moments, like in that pill sharing moment with dabi?? aagghhhsdfg. It feels sort of intimate as I read, as if I'm standing close to the characters, watching it all unfold as I'm right next to them. My slow reading ass will probably finish reading in 3 more years lol can't wait. ♡
oh my gosh, this ask…..this ask means the fucking world to me <333
first things first, hello!!!!! i’m so so happy to see you in my inbox again!!! <333 i hope life has been treating you well, my sweet friend <3
secondly, WOW. wow wow wow wow wow, thank you so much, literally from the very bottom of my heart, for sending in this feedback. i appreciate it so very much!!!!!! i always love to hear the specific instances that stuck with any given reader and their own thoughts and emotions on both them and the piece as a whole, so this entire ask was such a treat to receive!!! thank you!!!
i always get super super giddy and warm any time someone calls my writing cinematic, because i love film with everything in me (it’s my second love; writing is my first hehehe) <3 i have a degree in cinema studies, and one of my big big big dreams in life has been to eventually write and hopefully direct my own films!!! i don’t know if i’ll ever make it there, but just hearing what you have to say has made my whole heart go !!!!!!!!!!!!! hahaha <3
ah the crystal scene is my favourite as well!!!!! i think it’s honestly one of my favourite little bits i’ve ever written. it was one of the first scenes i wrote for part three, originally titled ‘beauty in the breakdown’, and i was so excited about it that i shared it with one of my best friends immediately ehehe <33 woah eh imagine if bmb becomes a film one day????? now THAT is a big dream hahaha (*/ω\*) as a frequent breakdown-haver myself (tho i have yet to totally trash a room lmao), i’m really interested in exploring the beauty in madness, and the way it can sometimes be almost artful, this intense suffering and turmoil. it’s almost like,, the beauty in destruction; the grotesque and twisted beauty in inherently making something new as you destroy it. i hope that makes sense!!
oh gosh, thank you once again for such gorgeous feedback and compliments, and for taking the time to write them down and send them to me!!! aaaah i really love that interaction between the two of them, because as you said it really is intimate, for both the actual reader and the characters, and it marks a distinct turn in their relationship; a progression, a heightening. the morality in that scene in particular is so murky aaaaah i love it <3 oh please please take your time!!! no rush at all <333 i’m just super super super happy to hear that you’re enjoying it so much!! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
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