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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Traitor Rewrite Part 3

Aizawa watched Y/N get dragged away. Her body limp and void of life, though her eyes were open. Her eyes were wide open yet she stared straight ahead, staring intensely at absolutely nothing but a brick wall. She stopped fighting and kicking and screaming and turned into a corpse.

Aizawa rubbed Eijiro, who collapsed on the ground, on the head briefly before exiting the viewing room. His eyes loomed over the room looking the top of bright yellow hair, and a loud booming voice that seemed to flow throughout police station.

He found who he was looking for. Yamada was loosing his temper with a vending machine that ate his change and spit out stale pretzels instead of the crisp yellow patoto chips that she wanted. He kicked at the vending machine once more before grabbing it by the sides and shaking it.

It didn’t work.

Aizawa tapped him on the shoulder and placed his head in between his shoulder blades and bit back a rather loud sigh that he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“ I want to go home.” he whispered.

“ I know, babe, me too.” Yamada said, poking at more buttons on the vending machine before giving up and tossing his hands in the air. “ This damn machine.”

“ I want to go home.” He repeated. The thought of being in this police station any longer was unbearable. He couldn’t go back into that room with all his students looking to him for awnsers, he couldn’t stand exposed in this police station, with all the underpaid detectives looking at him like he was a disgrace.

Who was he kidding? He was one.

Yamada turned around and brushed his fingertips along his face, briefly taken aback with how hot he was. When he got upset, his body tempature rose about a hundred degrees. The tip of his nose was turning pink, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid the gaze of everybody in the room.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. “ Take me home, now, please.” he pleaded.

He blinked a few times,, before looking up again, and at that moment he felt like a little kid. He was confused and concerned and hungry and afraid. And he hadn’t a shit idea what to do about it. The air around him turned hot and he felt like his skin was peeling off if he stayed in that stuffy room anymore.

“ Yeah okay.” Yamada said. He turned on his heel, breifly letting go of Aizawa’s hand and feighning a stomach ache, before moaning loudly to anyone who would listen that it was important that he go home at once, along with his boyfriend, who he needed to take care of him.

It was a rather good show, he clutched his stomach and slouched over. And if anyone tried to stop him he would heave and gag until they let him pass, dragging Aizaw a behind him, who offered no resitance and seemed rather amused with the whole thing.

Aizawa made quick arangements for the students, leaving them in the care of Midnight and Princeapal Nezu. Most of the kids liked them well enough and those who wouldn’t listen, Aizawa deemed them responsable enough to care for themselves so that was that.

Midnight ushered the students out of the viewing room, most of them to shocked to resist. All except Deku, who had his nose pressed against the glass, his mouth open and breathing hot air onto the window.

This felt all wrong.

It had to be all wrong,

Eijiro through himself into histeryics and needed help to stand up and leave. His mouth flops open every time he tried to breath. Breathing was never something that he thought he would have a problem with, but there he was struggling to get air in his lungs and push it back out. The room around him blurs and the people turn into soft shapes and shadows. They are all asking him questions, that he can’t understand, and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to respond.

He wanted to go home, and nap. His bones ached with exhaustion, having not slept for days.

Everytime he tried to sleep, he would close his eyes and someone would start screaming, when he opened it the screaming would go away, so he ended up laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling. He thought the light fixture above his bed, looked remarkably like a boob, and that never failed to make him happy, but for some reason it made him burst in to tears.

It’s probably because it never failed to make Y/N laugh like an adolesent school girl. She would point at it and laugh until she made her cheeks pink and she would double over. Eijro would poke at her stomach and tickle her thighs just to help her laugh more.

He loved her laugh. He loved her. Or at least he thinks he does. Or he used to at least.

“ What do you need?” Mina asked.

Someone helped him sit in a white plastic chair, that could really use a seat cushion, because it was absoultly absurd that they would expect anyone to sit in those chairs for long stretches of time.

“ Can I get you some chips?” Sero spoke while handing a bag of chips, it crinkled loudly and it made him angry.

“ What about water, he needs water. “ Iida shoved a large bottle at his chest while he shouted.

“ It’s kind of cold, someone find him a blanket!”

He didn’t even recognize the voice, but it sounded more frantic than he did. His lungs hurt, and he needed oxygen he couldn’t seem to find a breath of air. Maybe that was because everyone was so damn close to him sucking up all his oxygen.

“ He needs to drink the water first, he’s lost a lot of fluids.” Iida exclaimed.

Everyone was talking around him, sucking up all the oygen. there breath stunk up the already stale air. He wanted to go home. He wanted to sleep , and he wanted someone to speak to him like he was a person, yet nobody was.

He pulled on Bakugou’s sleeve. Bakugou was looking at the wall with a stony expression. He yanked on it, hard, to get his attention.

“ I want to go home.” he said.

Bakugou moved his eyes down to look at him blinking rapidly. Kirisima knew two things in that moment. Bakugou looked down at him with curious eyes and a quizzical expression, he was thinking,

1. He needed to get out of this damn police station before he went crazy.

2. He needed to get Bakugou out of here and back to his hot tempered self.

“ I want to go home.” he said again. It was louder this time, so Iida heard him.

“ He wants to go home, someone take him home.” Iida said rather loudly.

Eijiro looked up at him, with big butter eyes melting down his face. “ Take me home, please?” He asked. “ I can’t breathe here.” he whispered.

Bakugou yanked him up by the arm, making him stand and pushed through the crowd of classmates who were doing there absolute best to help him, but making things certainly worse.

Nobody wanted Eijiro to be alone with Bakugou, a boy who lashed out whenever he felt like, but Bakugou wasn’t a person that you would stand up to. Unless you were Izuku, who was standing in the corner, his bright green eyes looking off into the distance. His left eyebrow was raised so that meant he was confused or bored.

They made it outside with minimal ressitance, and Kirishima ran to the nearest tree, hunched over and clutched his stomach, before promptly throwing up his breakfast and gagging on his own stomach bile.

Bakugou rubbed his back, but it didn’t help.

His heart hurt.

It felt like someone took a knife and cut out a piece of his lungs and his stomach.

“ Sorry.” he said, standing once more. “ I don’t feel-” he doubled over once more, this time gripping on to the tree every time he heaved as to not fall over, he was afraid that if he fell over, he wouldn’t want to get up.

And if he didn’t get up, he would die at the base of the tree due to expousre or starvation,

Once he was finished, Bakugou made him stand, offered him water, which he didn’t except, just took the plastic bottle out of his hands and threw it at the ground. The bottle poped on the ground, and they both watched the water melt into the ground.

Bakugou walked with him to the nearest bus stop, then sat next to him on the bus ride, that was before he walked him to the dorms after and insited on spending the night.

Deku felt wrong, something about this felt all wrong. He knew Y/N, or he thought he did. They grew up together, she spent her formative years at his house, when things got bad at home. He held her while she cried about her mother leaving her, and her sister leaving and her father being arrested for killing her brother.His mother fostered her for 3 months while her grandmother was under investigation, and it all seemed wrong.

“ This can’t be real.” Deku muttered. “ This can’t be true.”

“ It is, Midoriya. I mean you saw all the evidence!” Iida chided. “ Her laptop, her phone, the letters to her father-” he spoke.

“ I just find it hard to believe-”

“ Well believe it.” Aoyama snapped. “ They found all that evidence, and probably more stuff that they couldn’t tell us about.” he walked to the vending machine and looked at his reflection in the glass. He pushed a blonde hair out of his face and rubbed at his eyes. “ It’s best that we forget about this matter, and move on.”

“ Aoyama-” Shoji whispered.

“ I SAID WE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT IT!” he snapped. His voice high pitched as he shouted briefly losing his composure.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection and fixed his hair once more. He was starting to loose it, and he couldn’t. Not now, not after everything he’s had to do. Not after what he just had to do, he couldn’t.

“ I’m sorry, I lost my composure. The last bus for UA leaves in 20 minutes. I suggest we don’t miss it.”“ he chirped. He plastered a white smile on his face, shoved a dollar bill in the machine and it spit out skittles. God, he loved skittles.

He walked through the station, most of the rest of the class following him, Midnight attempting and failing to maintain some sort of order. Mineta yanked at the bottom of her blouse, trying to reach it to unbutton it, which resulted in her grabbing him by his hair and dangling him out infront of her to the ride to the bus stop.

Shoto and Deku remained at the police station. Deku wasn’t ready to leave, and Shoto wasn’t ready to meet his father, and tell him how much of a failure he was. Denki sat down at the table next to him, wiping wet hands on his denim jeans to dry them.

“ What are you still doing here?” Shoto asked, looking up from the bag of stale pretezels he stole.

“ I had to take a piss.” he said. “ Ohh. Pretezels.” he exclaimed, snatching the bag from Shoto. “ Where’s everybody else.”

“ Catching a bus.” he replied flatly.

“ What are you still doing here?” he asked.

Truthfully, if Izuku was being honest, he had a bad idea. Would it be bad if he broke into a evidence locker, yes it would be bad. And could it make things worse for him and Y/N, yes. But he had to know, he had to make sense of everything that was happening. His brain weighed down by to many facts, his heart fogged with the idea that Y/N could be bad.

She was the one bright thing in his life, the one person who never pitied him for being quirkless, never bullied him, never hurt him, She protected him from bullies, but not because he couldn’t defend himself, but because she protected all her friends. She was feircly loyal, and would take a beating for anyone that she cared about.

That’s why he had a hard time understanding that she was a bad person. Y/N, his Y/N, the girl who used to plant daisies in the empty lot next door because she wanted people to look at something pretty on their way to wherever they were going.

“ I don-” he started, his voice high pitched and squeaky. He was always a rotten liar.

“ Izuku’s here because he’s planning to break into their evidence room to see the evidence.” he replied flatly. his hands gripping the edge of the table.

“ I AM NOT-”

“ You’re a rotten liar.” Denki replied with a grin, he was always one to like to cause trouble. “ You got a plan or what?”

“ Nope.” he popped his lips. “ Well I do, but it’s a rotten one.”

“ Which means we should go home, right?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his snack with a half hearted smile.

Eijiro finally went to sleep around 3 AM, and he stopped crying at about 4. He curled up in Bakugou’s arms, and pushed himself against his chest so he could hear his heartbeat- the only thing that managed to calm him down.

Izuku snuck into the common area, as soon as he heard all the commotion die down and he assumed it was empty. He put on all black, packed up his climbing gear in a bag and tip toed out of the room. He snuck past the common room, he stepped on a particularly creaky floorboard and a light flicked on.

“ Midoryia... I assume there’s a logical explanation for this.” Iida sat in the blue armchiar, his arms crossed neatly over his chest.

“ Not one you would like.” he replied.

Iida stood up slowly, thinking of what to say, before he placed hands on his hips and walked in circles around the armchair. “ I suggest you go back to your dorm.”

“ Or what? You’ll report me?”

“ No, but even you can assume that this is a horrendus idea.” he said. “ I get it, you being her friend in all-”

“ She’s saved my time more times than I can count, it just doesn’t make sense for her to be the bad guy.” he said. He walked to the pantry and pulled out a granola bar, and 2 water bottles.

“ You’ll soon learn that they world is more black and white than you realize.” he spoke. Iida sat back down, crossed his arms and faced the door.

“ I don’t want to see it that way.”

He looked at the large UA painted on the floor and scoffed. Some damn hero he was. Y/N was right he was a pathetic coward and not much else. He was supposed to be a hero, and he wanted it so bad he forgot what it meant.

“ Regardless of how you decide to see the world, whatever plan you’re thinking about, is a bad idea. “ he stood once more. “ I suggest you tell Todoroki and Denki and whoever else you planned on roping into this idea to go to bed as well. I get she was your friend, and this has to be hard, but you won’t help nothing by getting yourself arrested. Go back to your dorm, and we will come up with a smarter plan tomorrow.” he said.

Midorya walked out of the common room, quickly motioned the classmates who agreed to this plan that it was off and waddled back to his room. He planned on staying up all night to think, but his bones ached and his head hurt and as soon as he hit he pillow he fell into one of the deepest sleeps he ever had. He had a pleasant dream. He was a kid again, so were all his friends. Bakugou hadn’t become a bully and Y/N had a home and a family again.

Y/N on the other hand, was in for a waking nightmare.

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kourota · 9 months

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to chance upon your (explosive) heart

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi / Bakugou Katsuki

- Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia - 24 chapters + completed - 230k words (yeah i know lmao) [ https://archiveofourown.org/works/39578004 ]

TAGS

canon divergence -- slow burn -- hurt/comfort -- fluff -- angst -- strangers to lovers -- character development -- online friendship -- side pair TodoKami -- mature themes -- friendship -- family -- chaos and memes

-> this one is for y'all slowburn suckers who also enjoy platonic relationships, character development, and if you want some life advice via memes and clownery

SUMMARY

The first time Hitoshi met Bakugou Katsuki, he’d called him arrogant, sent him a challenge, and basically pulled every trick in the book to piss him off. To him, Bakugou had been someone who had everything handed to him on a silver platter—a powerful quirk and enough strength to make it into the hero course—where Hitoshi had to fight tooth and nail for every little thing in his life. He’d thought it’d be just that—a clash with the angry boy, and maybe another face-off at the Sports Festival—but it seemed that there were more situations where they’d meet. Far too many odd run-ins which left him frustrated and confused. Coincidences. Perhaps there was something bigger at play. It didn’t matter, he supposed. What did matter was the fact that Hitoshi had gotten to know Bakugou on a level far more personal than he could have ever anticipated, and he’d discovered that they had a lot more in common than meets the eye.

#tcuyeh #to chance upon your (explosive) heart #putting this here so that any shinbaku stans can feed on the bread i baked #can't believe i actually finished writing this monstrosity lmao #the funny thing is slowburns drive me crazy #and yet here i am #bnha #bnha fanfiction #shinbaku #bakushin #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #mywriting #bnha fanfic #shbk #shinsou hitoshi x bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia

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kitsunefyuu · 9 months

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Summary:

People say Highschool will be the best years of your life where you are at your happiest. Shouto thinks that's bullshit as he left one hell for another and has no idea what he is supposed to do. He hates his father. His teacher hates him. And this boy Bakugou Katsuki does as well. He wishes he could just burn it all away but he hates his fire. So what is he supposed to do with all these ugly feelings? Someone clearly lied.

This is part of the Slowburn and Liquor goes down bitter series I have going on. It is a little glance into Shouto's life at UA mostly only the very first year and how the rivalry between him & Bakugou started. I had a lot of fun and hope you guys enjoy it also~

#my hero academia #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki #[My practice with shorter works is going pretty well~! ]#yoly's fanfics #Slowburn and Liquor goes down bitter

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missjoemarch · 1 year

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Welcome to...

“ MY DUMB HAMSTER ! ”

: ̗̀➛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: stuffed toys 🧸, headset for music 🎶, and snacks! plenty of snacks 😋

to my younger self who was impatient to share this story

❛ ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀꜱꜱ ! ❜ ༉‧₊˚✧

That Gerbrat appeared out of the fucking blue like a fucking weirdo. My fucking weirdo.

ᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. season 1 : AAAAAAAAAAAA

DISCLAIMER !

this story contains:

♥ profanity! (courtesy of Bakuhoe) ♥ slowburn (this is mainly a slice of life) ♥ fluff 🥰

TABLE OF CONTENTS !

♥ emma x bakugo playlist ♥ journal intro : emma's profile and background

SEASON 1

chapter one : monday mood.

more updates soon !

#welcome!#intro #my dumb hamster #bnha #fanfic #bakugo x fem!oc #bakugo #fem!oc #slowburn #slice of life #isekai #my #hero #academia

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scary-grace · 7 months

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17 and 18?

Thank you for the ask!

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Dubcon/noncon. It doesn't speak to me creatively and it stresses me out on a personal level.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

/cackles nervously in reader insert/ I signed up for a BNHA League of Villains Halloween anthology in July and finished my fic for it on Monday of this week. I would love to be able to tell you how long the fic is, but I can't -- I wrote the entirety of it in the Notes app on my phone, and I'm still in the process of typing it up. We're at 71,689 words of ghost Shigaraki x reader fanfic and counting, and I'm still unsure of how it happened.

Honorable mention goes to Kairos for being obscure beyond belief. I joke about Show Me My Silver Lining being the band AU nobody asked for, but the weirdest fic is the 1970s slowburn barduil haunted house AU for sure.

35 questions for fanfic writers

#asks

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vaguelyaperson · 1 year

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Okay, so, bnha fanfic musings.

I've been toying with worldbuilding for that bkdk winter au (the one from the 7th popularity poll art). I'm very fascinated by the whole animal familiar thing and have been expanding the setup with a lot of Shinto influence

I wanna write a multi-chapter work, but I'm divided on which timeframe.

Would folks be interested in a slowburn get-together bkdk fic, with Shigaraki-AFO as the main villain.... or a post-married bkdk facing off a completely new conflict?

Granted that I am only capable of multichapter works if people show interest because I am... very adhd.

#ao3 #fanfic #bnha #bkdk #bkdk winter au #bnha winter au #also like #do ppl even enjoy how detail oriented i get about Japanese culture in my fics?#i can't tell if it's a draw or a detraction

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im-alyssa-btw · 1 year

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I posted 651 times in 2022

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I tagged 43 of my posts in 2022

#bnha spoilers - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 75 characters

#no bc i just know we would give each other hair ties if one didn't have one

My Top Posts in 2022:

im so sick of people automatically making the reader in x readers white/light skinned, like even smuts have it where they point out pink nipples and hand marks showing up on skin like AHHHHH.

like i have those attributes but its not fair to the people who don't look like that. thats why poc!readers seem to be so necessary because bitches cant just use a different word instead of a fucking color.

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I NEED A SLOWBURN SPY AU WITH HEIZOU THIS FUCKING INSTANT

specifically with this playlist please lord almighty

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i love how in tokyo revengers fanfics they reader is always cleaning up wounds on the character after they get in a little scrap like do you not remember how mikey can literally dodge several people at once and beat their asses without a single injury?? stop underestimating their asses 😭😭😭

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My #1 post of 2022

just wanna let you guys know that foxes do indeed wag their tails when theyre happy, so feel free to use that information in tighnari fics :P

ps: tag me in the fics you use this in please

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lethargicsunlight · 3 years

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'Demon': Chapter 1 ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

First of all, thank you for reading!

Please read the author notes and prologue here if you haven't already!

This chapter is actually super short, but I feel it is apt for the atmosphere. The next chapter will be much longer.

(Also I know this has a lot of Deku praise, and this is totes not a Deku X Reader fanfic, but I ask for your patience! )

...Also plz comment <3

WARNINGS: Slight, brief symptoms of panic. SFW

👹🖤⛓🔪💣

This was the part of your existence you loved the most.

...It was also, the part of your existence you hated the most.

Gathering intel in the field for upcoming targets, possible enemies, or anything the Head-Honcho wanted the scoop on. It's a dream, but it's a costly one. Even acting like a normal citizen wasn't a time to relax.

But that didn't stop you from getting the most out of it.

In your left hand was a wooden case that rattled as you walked--a sound that would almost make you cringe despite being surrounded by noise. In your right, a water bottle, held up against your side. You were even wearing clothes instead of gear, all fixed up and face exposed. Even your comrades wouldn't know it was you, and that was the most comforting--as, according to rumor, you couldn't remove your mask.

Your shoulders tense.

They could know it was you. Remember that. Assume nothing.

You watch the influx of students leaving U.A. High from a block down. The fickle part was finding someone talkative but not so talkative that they exaggerated their stories. Unassuming. Honest. A little humble...

Shy, but eager to please..

Eyebrows in, shoulders up and frame tightened to appear smaller.. Tripping over big feet, and apologizing.. Empathetic glances towards his friends--

Bingo.

Target acquired. You pick up your feet and start moving, just far enough behind they wouldn't be suspicious. Evidently, you blended in pretty well; no one looked at you long enough to be picked up in your peripheral. This was your age group after all. The why you were set to this task, instead of the other lackeys.

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The target's friends split off at a bus stop, and he heads on alone. There's a nice café up ahead, saddled up next to a bridge with a view of the ocean. Your feet ached to stop and look out, to enjoy the view of the world you could only see on these sparse missions.. But falter, and you'd miss your opportunity.

Your steps quicken, and you intentionally let your legs kick higher than necessary. You'd practiced this in a mirror, to mimic the girls you saw in the streets.

"Hey!" And your voice, pitch hiked to sound flowery and... sweet.

The target spins on their feet, catching sight of you and shrinking their frame again. They catch eyes, confirming they were the one you'd called out to. "Hm? Uh, " He starts, waiting for you to catch up.

You don't give him time to respond further, "Hi! Sorry,--" You force a couple deep breaths to sound winded--"I don't mean to bother you, but I have a really big project I'm working on to get into an advanced art class. You're a student from U.A. right?"

He stands in silence for a few seconds with a look of shock. He regains composure, touching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. He's self conscious.

"Ah, yeah--yeah I'm from class 1A." He erks out, followed by a hollow laugh.

Your thoughts race, but no time for that--"Oh, really? Wow, what luck. Do you--do you have a minute? I'm just, my project is to sketch or paint portraits and, well I thought your face was interesting so.." You jumble your speech, eyes drifting away. A calculated charade of embarrassment.

He looks surprised. Even red-faced.

"Oh..Oh! Er--I have a lot of homework to catchup on but--but yeah! I'll uh, I'm up for it. Just, let me call my mom, let her know, ya know?" His voice breaks throughout his response, and the following expressions depict an inner monologue. Like he's chastising himself.

"Of course! I'll set up just over there, I promise I won't take up too much of your time," You move away and place your case on one of the cafe's iron tables. As it clicks open, inside is a small stack of flat canvas, a dish, and tubes of acrylics. Freshly bought.

You hear the target off to the side, murmuring and stuttering and apologizing to his phone. It eventually ends peacefully, or so you predict as he says 'I love you' and 'See you soon' before he approaches the table. It makes your heart lurch. You'd been mentally referring to him as 'the target'--but he was a person. An entire entity. One you were about to schmooze to get intel from.

Granted, this information was at your digression. Whatever you pulled from him was yours, so long as you had something believable for your employer, you could still keep the boy safe.

"Apologies--" Your tongue almost ties into a knot. A miss-step. People your age didn't say that. "I didn't introduce myself, I'm Hamasaki Asuka." You offer a polite bow, then add water to the dish you'd set out next to the case. You'd carefully tailored your fake name. Repeating syllables were harder to remember.

"Midoriya Izuku," He responds, awkwardly standing across from you after a bow of his own. "I've uh, never had anyone ask to paint me before..." He admits, hands going to his face again, index finger grazing a cheek.

"Oh? Shame. You have a nice profile, and I've never seen anyone with that kind of hair. I like how the light reflects off of it."

You can hear the air catch in his throat. Might need to tone-down the compliments--

"Really? Wow.. AH--er, how do I.. do I just need to stand still or?"

You motion to a chair, "you can sit down if you want and get comfortable. This should only take ten minutes or so." You pop a sweet smile that makes your insides feel chilled. "So long as I can see your face, I'm good!"

He goes quiet for a moment, as you prep up the inner stands of the case--working as a miniature easel for your canvas. Everything's ready. After slapping a layer of white across its surface, you look back to the.. target..

You have a lot of self control. You've spent years mastering your body, being mindful of every muscle and nuance of flesh. But god if you didn't almost break.

He looks so serious.

Face--literally--posed into the most picturesque anomaly of focus. Someone could make it an advertisement. The need to laugh bubbles up, and you can only quell it by defocusing your attention. You swallow. Your eyes move back to the canvas as you force the impulses further down.

He notices.

"..Am I trying too hard..?" He asks, his volume dropping. Thank god his expression turns into one of concern. It wasn't that he looked ridiculous--just comical. It was honestly... nice, for someone to react so seriously in your presence. To care about your interpretation of them.

"Ah, no--but, like I said you can relax. Since it's quick, I can only get the main details anyway.." You're wasting precious time. Get to it.

He opens his mouth like he means to say something else, but you cut him off.

"So, Class 1A? You must be pretty skilled! I bet it's a lot of work." You fire the question with an air of nonchalance. Like it's small-talk.

"Yeah it certainly is! But everyone's really doing their best. And All Might is teaching this year, I'm so lucky to be a part of it." He beams, but..

Your vision drifts, as a source of noise draws your attention. Through the iron-work, you can see him gripping the fabric of his uniform, hands balled into fists. His eyes drop after flickering to the left; his brows even out. He's remembering something.

He was a student from the Hero Course. There'd been an accident a few days prior, as Villains had attacked the school. There was a chance that might be what he was thinking about...

But a chance is not enough. Keep going.

"I can't even imagine what that must be like... And I mean, with All Might there, you guys are getting more attention than ever before."

"Hm."

A grunt of agreement, but nothing else. He's still staring off, and his demeanor is gradually cooling. You were losing him. Even worse, you couldn't fathom what exactly was said to cause it. Unless... it was All Might. A personal interaction perhaps.

Of course, All Might was also your main reason for this act of espionage. Figures.

You let the silence stretch a few minutes as you wet-paint the colors of his skin and hair unto the canvas, shaping it to resemble him. You're heart was in it, but your mind was calculating your next choice of words. You needed to get to him. Inside him.

"...Since you're in the hero course, I have to ask. What do you think makes a good hero?" You purposefully allow the inflection of your tone to flatten, so you're speaking naturally. Doing this was an invitation for honesty--digging beyond the boundaries of small-talk. Your brush stops moving, and you look directly at him. Full attention.

It works. Suddenly he's sitting straight up and his lips fall into a straight line. He doesn't have to think about his answer for long.

"Someone who stands up for the weak and does everything they can to make sure everyone is safe and can look forward to a bright future!" He's grinning, albeit with a tinge of pink across his cheeks. In a more serious tone, he adds: "Even if it means going beyond our limits. That's what I want to be, a smiling face everyone can rely on!"

You pause.

It's not like you expected him to say something else. You'd picked him out of the crowd for this exact reason; this facet of one's personality that made them good. A lacking quality in your every day life at the base. You feel inexplicably drawn in--because he means it. You can see it in the hand he has braced against his chest, in the way his smile contrasts with his deadly serious eyes, and the ever-present flush across his cheeks and nose.

Even if it means going beyond our limits.

"Even if... the hero had to do something bad?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His hand drops an inch, and his righteous determination almost looks deflated.

The question had flown from your mouth. Flown, as in, you had not been able to control the impulse that wanted validation. You chose your selfish feelings of self-doubt over your mission. You want him to say it's okay. You want him to tell you, a Hero must do whatever it takes to do the right thing. You want him to admit, that Heroes can't be smiling idols all the time.

You want him to tell you the dark things you do, are all for a good reason.

Not that you were even comparable to a hero.

Your second miss-step.

"Nothing, I was just going on a thought I had. You sound super determined!" You fake that cheery smile again, eyes shut tight in emphasis--but as they reopen, you see he isn't charmed. He's studying you. But, he remains polite.

"Oh, heh.. thanks."

Then the moment returns to silence as you focus on the painting. There was no need to continue. You had failed. The most unacceptable outcome. Your mind raced between dotting his freckles on the portrait and fabricating a new plan to extract information somewhere else; perhaps by giving him the portrait you would be able to swipe his identification card--

"What do you think makes a good Hero, Hamasaki?"

You freeze. Your hand holding the dish begins to shake behind the canvas. You force it down into your lap and swallow hard.

This boy.

He'd remembered your fabricated name. He'd seen through your fake smile. And, worse.. it wasn't because he was trying to determine your motives or that he suspected you as an enemy. He was evaluating the situation and taking your feelings into account. Your opinions. He wasn't going to let the conversation you'd mistakenly started slip by, because he was concerned with your... well with you. Your interpretation of a Hero was important to him. Yours.

Your mouth is dry, but you know your answer.

"I believe a good hero is someone who is willing to sacrifice anything to save lives."

"...I think you're absolutely right." He palms to his chest again, "and I won't forget what you've said. After all, heroes risk everything--even their own lives to protect everyone. Even if it means having to make hard decisions sometimes and being criticized for it."

Please, please stop talking.

He's beaming, smiling, giving you the most sincere child-like enthusiasm; making it extremely hard to act like someone else. Someone not you. Your slip of control on your surroundings has blood pumping in your ears and bile rising in your throat. You drag in a deep, silent, shaky breath.

"...That means a lot. I just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate your time and.. I'll be cheering you on in the Sports Festival!"

You hide the cracks in your mask, and force yourself to finish the painting.

But you weren't expecting him to keep talking.

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His Hero name was 'Deku'. It was a name given by his childhood bully--which, he'd termed as 'Ka-chan' or 'Kahchan'--but the term had been flipped around by a sweet girl he'd met in his class known as Uraraka.

He loved going on about his 'Amazing class-mates' and their unbelievable quirks. His strict teacher, the famous Erasure-Head (or not so famous). And All Might.

It had been grueling torture to continue listening to him, but once the flood gates had opened they just would not close. He was so happy to just talk, that you allowed your façade to crumble for the moments you weren't forming a response. Your impromptu portrait request far exceeded ten minutes, and verged on an hour. And ultimately, your mission was successful.

Throughout the nuances of his stories and explanations, you'd pieced together some ideal points to present to the Head-Honcho. And, information that prepared you for any future entanglements with the hero class and their teachers--should the resulting decisions head that direction.

...You still gave him the portrait. You had pulled out a phone and took a picture of the canvas still on the easel, then promptly removed it and placed it in his hands.

"I just need this for the project, so I want you to take it. Consider it a gift for your time."

"Oh wow! You're really good! A-are you sure?! This is amazing!"

You relive the moments of your conversations over and over, as you watch the phone and painter's case burn in a metal barrel. You were back in your uniform, back to your reality.

Mask and all.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x f!reader #bakugou x female reader #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki x you #bnha fanfic slowburn #deku

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katelynthecrazy · 2 years

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His Other Half-Prologue Part IV

Part 1

Thankfully, Midoriya complied to the orders without complaint, leaving the prince in the corridor like he wished. King Enji could go to hell for all he cared, as could his pompous half-bred son, who just so happened to be staying in the Bakugo Kingdom for an indefinite amount of time. Where the hell--

Panic seized him, and he reflexively backed up against the wall for balance. No, no he couldn't have lost it. It never left the chain, never left his neck. Katsuki struggled to keep his breathing under control, bringing up his other hand to the chain's clasp to search the entire string of metal. He ran his fingers over each link, searching frantically for the band of silver that was supposed to be there.

He felt something catch the inside of his lapel and instantly relaxed. Making great effort to calm himself, he gently pulled a second ring from beneath his coat, where he hid it. The carvings matched the ring on his hand, however instead of the orangey citrines, it bore bright scarlet rubies. Katsuki clutched it tightly in his fist, sliding down the wall and resting his forearms on his knees.

~~~"I'm gonna catch you, loser!"

"Ha! You wish, Your Majesty! You couldn't catch a wounded fox kit if it laid down at your feet!"

"Are you trying to start shit with me, you big lug?"

"My, my, what would the queen think of that language?"

"Don't bring my mother into this! You'll pay for that!"

The laugh that followed his threat rang in his ears as the other boy disappeared around the corner. "You'll have to catch me first, Kat."

"Of course I will! I--" he rounded the corner in time to see the shadows twist and gather in a tight spiral. A hand shot out from the inky blackness and clamped tightly around the other boy's arm. The fun and amusement morphed abruptly into terror, terror that he'd never seen before.

"Katsuki!"

The cry for help sent the prince back in motion, a hand desperately stretched out to save him. "Ei!"

He swiped. He missed. Those initial seconds if hesitation had cost him. Cost him everything. The blackness receded as quickly as it had come, leaving Katsuki's arms empty.

A silver ring fell into the grass.

"Eijiro!"~~~

"Eijiro..." Katsuki whimpered, clutching the ring as though he clung to life. "Eiji... fuck. Please... please come back to me."

It's been seven years, and Katsuki's broken without his other half.

~End of Prologue~

#bakugo katsuki #prince bakugo #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #mha #my hero academia #bnha #romance #slowburn #grief #longing #separation #royalty au #magic au #fanfic #fanfiction #izuku midoriya #tw kidnap mention #tw panic attack

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Our bond will just grow stronger - Chapter 10 "Eijirou is safe now. They won't get to him."

"I know."

"You still seem worried, though."

"Well observed… Can you just shut up?"

Shouto clenched his jaw, his eyes concerned. He watched Katsuki’s fingers run through red locks. Eijirou nuzzled closer to Katsuki's stomach and wrapped his arms around his waist, still sleeping.

“If any shit comes even near you, I will kill them instantly. You don’t need to worry, my dragon.”

For Shouto it seemed Katsuki was the one who was worried and not Eijirou. Then it came to his mind what Todoroki did in Endeavour’s car when he was upset. So Shouto reached out a hand and put it on top of Katsuki’s. Katsuki abruptly stopped moving his hand in Eijirou’s hair at the sudden weight on it. Surprised red eyes were staring at Shouto’s hand. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to tell you that you don’t need to worry. Eijirou is right here.”

“I know!” Katsuki yanked his hand away from Shouto’s touch and averted his eyes.

Shouto pulled his hand back. It was probably a bad idea to grab Katsuki’s hand…

There was uncomfortable silence between them. Shouto wished he could undo his previous action. Now the peace got mixed with this uneasy feeling.

#bnha dimension travel #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic recs #bnha fanfic recs #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki/kirishima eijirou #todobaku #Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto #todokiri #Todoroki Shouto/Kirishima Eijirou #slowburn #dragon kirishima #barbarian king bakugou katsuki #demon todoroki shouto #bnha bakugo katsuki #todoroki shoto #kirishima eijirou

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eijiroukiriot · 3 years

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lightning in a bottle (kiribaku) - chapter two

- Produce 101/Kpop AU - Slow-ish Burn - 6.8k words - Rated T -

Summary: In which Kirishima Eijirou tries (struggles) to accept that he deserves (which he doesn’t) to rank as high as he does week after week (by some crazy fluke), all while trying to unscramble the puzzle that is Genius Entertainment’s Bakugou Katsuki.

Preview: Bakugou presses so hard on the pencil that Eijirou is worried he’ll scratch the floor. It’s weirdly fascinating, the confidence he writes with - he’ll stare at the page for minutes on end, completely still, then scribble down an entire line of lyrics. No erasing. No pausing once he’s started to write. He’s scowling the whole time.

Eijirou’s own paper is mostly blank, and he taps his eraser against it in irritation. The rest of their group is gathered around a keyboard on the other side of the practice room, muscling through the arrangement and running their high notes again and again. Must be nice, having the lyrics all laid out for you. He’s so busy forcing himself to stare and get over his jealousy that he doesn’t see the pencil flying towards his face until it hits him right between the eyes.

“Ow.” On the pointy end, too. It’s absolute betrayal. “What was that for?!”

Bakugou’s glare is just as sharp. “Get to work.”

Note: hello!! been a while!! i’m trying not to apologize about taking my time since it’s really been hard to find it in me to write lately but even i can recognize this one’s taken. a While. it’s gone through a lot of shifts and changes in the process and i can really say that i’m happy with how it turned out!! i really do hope you enjoy o/

<< Ch 1 | Read Chapter 2 on AO3

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #my hero academia #kiribaku fanfic #kpop #produce 101 #really tagspamming on this one #anyway HI HELLO...every time i kept trying to set a deadline for myself on this one i just kept pushing past it....#i really can't believe i sat down earlier w half a complete chapter and now it's already posted but i will take the miracle where i can get #t #honestly i did have fun spending all day on this ;-; i will admit it's not my best prose but something about it just felt fun and lightheart #ed to write #like just on a word for word basis. i had Fun!#i do genuinely think there's some good moments in here too #or at least setting up for them #slowburn is hard idk how you do it #i want them to just like each other already #i haven't written a krbk fight since fly me and it was. Laborious #but it's only up from here! or maybe not. you'll have to read to see #(genuinely i do hope you enjoy it if you read it i know it's hard after such a long break)#anyway i'm gonna go eat dinner and then hopefully work on a different wip tomorrow (???) (!!!)#happy thursday everyone i hope you're enjoying the summer evening/day/night!#my writing #krbk

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allmightluver · 4 years

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I have this fic idea in mind...

So I’ve had it in mind for a while, but wasn’t sure if anyone would like it. So I’ll write the premise here to see.

Basically it revolves around All Might and his physical / mental struggles. He accidentally OD’s on pain medication during a class activity where his students are forced to get him immediate help, and inadvertently learn just how messed up physically and emotionally he is. He’s admitted into the hospital where Aizawa makes the ex-hero his own personal project. He eventually convinces the hospital to release Toshi under the promise he’ll look after him. Aizawa discovers the horror of Toshi’s every day life, helps him battle against the symptoms of withdrawal, while also helping the other to admit he struggles with depression. Eventually, Toshi has to face his students again, and address their long list of concerns about his well-being.

A lot of angst and hurt / comfort involved in this fic, as well as some EraserMight (keeping it clean). Let me know if this something you readers would be interested in?

#fanfic idea #bnha #mha #toshinori yagi #all might #eraserhead #aizawa #erasermight #slowburn #most likely nothing outright about it tho (unless I get a wild hair)#angst #hurt/comfort #tw drugs #tw overdose

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As The Dust Settles: Chapter 5 (Dabiten Slowburn)

The southern section of Deika City was the last part to be repaired. While the north was the region immediately tended to, given a memorial and paved with grey concrete, the south received little to no attention. It was still a wasteland.

As Geten walked through the broken streets, coated with a layer of ash, she recalled that this was where the fight started, where the celebrants poured out from everywhere, where the Resurrection Festival had began. The curtains had parted here.

Yet it was a tragic end that befell the Liberation Army, the curtains closing mercifully upon the final scene. Where there was zeal and hope to light the fire of liberation of meta abilities, it had been snuffed out by their enemies-turned-leaders.

It made her angry. Still, she refused to believe it at first. But after spending a few days walking amongst these heathens, the ceasefire still in effect, she began to realise that: No, it was no ceasefire, but a total surrender. Seeing her Grand Commander in the hospital, reeking of defeat – the word was poisonous to think – only confirmed her fears. Still, her beliefs persisted.

No, it was not the end. I have yet to hear him speak, hear him retake control over us.

That was what she thought, until just now, when he announced the transformation of the Meta Liberation Army to the Paranormal Liberation Front. And he would be transferring his leadership to that boy.

“Idiot! He did not give it up. That boy forced Re-destro to abdicate his throne. That must be it! It must be…” She muttered to herself, fists clenching as she her pace quickened. Her legs shivered.

Weakling. The coward surrendered the throne, Another voice in her head snarled.

How Re-destro acted towards the boy disgusted her. She could recall it clearly. Re-destro offering the boy a drink, like a common servant. He was smiling with placation, not unlike the polite expressions the bellhops wore in hotels. The Re-destro she knew since her induction into the Liberation Army was dead.

She sneered, but she did not know if it was her rage against that boy for bringing Re-destro to his knees, or her pity towards Re-destro’s lowliness. She could not bear to watch further, and hence left the celebrations early.

Which brought her here, kicking stones aside and letting the fire in her stomach burn. Images burnt like film into her mind, forever frozen in her memories, the ones that hurt her. Part of her was angry, a raging inferno, while the other was scared, shivering, at her thoughts of treachery.

She sat down on a fallen pillar, her breaths growing faster. These two sides of her collided, and she did not know what to do. Her fists were shaking, the ice in her pocket thrashing around, responding to her distraught mind.

Her hands grasped her parka, pulling it tightly over her head. She was his weapon, his will incarnate.

What did she have, if she was no longer Re-destro’s weapon?

The answer came to her after a pause of breath. She exhaled slowly. The fire and ice within her embraced now.

She stood up; her arms fell to her sides.

I execute the will of the Liberation Army. Re-destro is not fit to lead and guide our principles, but the principles are unchanged. Strength is survival. I will ensure that.

Her mind was clear. She brought her right hand up. A pillar of ice erupted from the ground, obeying her commands. Clenching her fist, the pillar compressed into a giant sphere, and at the thrust of her arm, it flew forward into a brick wall, smashing it into smithereens.

Then she felt a surge in temperature from her side. A wall of ice rose to block the torrent of flame on her right, melting the wall and allowing her an unwanted view of the man who had unleashed the fire.

“You.” She faced him.

“I try to get away from this...party,�� Dabi said, the last word dripping with disdain, “and I find you here. This is really beginning to annoy me.”

His head was tilted to the side, staring at her with those cold eyes of his. She realised his true intentions behind his words and actions: an invitation to fight to fulfil their mutual promise.

For the first time that night, Geten’s face twisted into a smile.

“You were a pathetic nuisance the minute you showed at our doorstep.” With that, Geten raised icicles and sent them flying towards the fire-user in all directions, like targeted missiles.

What followed was something Geten grudgingly admired. Dabi seemed to note every shard’s position. He rolled to dodge one, blasting fire at two to melt them while resuming his standing position. He swept his right arm, creating a barrier of flames that stopped the few coming from the front. The last shard, about to stab him in the back, was used as a platform to backflip off of, sending the shard into the ground shattered. The man landed unscathed, and judging by his indifferent expression, unimpressed.

Geten allowed herself a smile, but Dabi couldn’t see it from her parka covering her face. “Shame you didn’t present such versatility when we last battled. It would have made for a more interesting fight, if you hadn’t stood still the entire time and fired,” She called out.

“I don’t bother exerting myself for weak trash,” He replied.

“That’s a compliment, then.”

Dabi’s face morphed into anger. He rushed at her, his hands igniting.

Geten performed another ‘raising’ gesture, with an ice spike forming underground and about to pierce her opponent, when Dabi did something that stunned her.

Dabi, without shifting his glare away from her, aimed his palm at the ground and fired, melting the oncoming ice, which never reached his feet.

What the hell? He predicted that? Geten thought as she raised a thin wall of ice to separate the two. Waving her arms, ice carried her upwards, evading Dabi’s violent flames that punched through the wall and where she was a split second ago.

Once she was twice his height, the ice beneath her reformed and flowed towards her arms. She let herself fall headfirst onto Dabi, who had just noticed the shadow blanketing him.

She slammed onto the ground, gauntlets of ice cracking the pavement like glass. She scowled, seeing as Dabi had managed to leap away in the nick of time.

A stream of azure fire was sent her way, which she raised her fists to block.

Need more ice, she thought. She felt for the melting ice around her; the molecules were beginning to vibrate more vigorously but still under melting point. With a thought, their temperature plummeted like an uncontrolled elevator down a shaft. The water molecules slowed, the effect spreading fast. Soon she had more ice at her disposal.

Just in time for her to coalesce them into shards and shoot at Dabi.

Dabi growled and fired another blast to nullify the attack. He clutched at his smoky right arm.

“Getting tired yet? Painful, isn’t it?” Geten taunted, grinning at her imminent victory. All other thoughts faded away, leaving only one in her mind: I’m going to kill him.

“What about you? You’re shaking.” Dabi pointed a finger at her hands. Immediately, she shoved them into her pockets.

He smirked at her reaction. “Let me guess. Decreasing the temperature of the ice requires you to absorb their energy. And it has to go somewhere, right? You.”

Damn it. I’m overheating. How could she have let this happen? She was usually mindful about her limits. What changed?

She stood her ground, willing her body to cool down, but she could not attack. Any ice she summoned would melt too fast, thereby removing her control over it.

“Can’t move, can’t attack…” Dabi mused, keeping his gaze on her. “How about we call it even?”

“Never.” She spat.

Dabi blinked, then shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He ran at her, his eyes alit with malice.

Come on. She willed any ice to move, but she felt the water slip out of her control as soon as she commanded it. Her heart raced.

He wasn’t stopping. His hands were burning. The azure flames were blinding her. Perhaps it would be the last light she ever saw.

The ice in her pockets? She felt a cold wetness against her stomach. Her heart skipped a beat. I’ve lost control.

Dabi’s arm was raised, beginning to blaze with uncontrolled power. She closed her eyes, her body heat nothing compared to the flames that stung her face.

I’m weak.

Yet it was not flaming agony that scorched her face, but cooling nighttime wind caressing her cheeks. She opened her eyes to see the well-dressed villain with that top hat and mask looking at her curiously. In his hand was a blue pearl.

“Thought you two were having a practice match, so I stayed far away,” Mr Compress said, “But then things seemed to heat up, so to speak. Had to step in.”

He tossed the pearl containing Dabi into the air a few times. Geten just stared at him as best as she could with the spots dancing in her eyes, her mind in a whirl. She blinked a few times.

“Normally I wouldn’t intervene. I love a good show, and you two were excellent performers.” He pocketed the pearl. “However, Shigaraki wants you alive. He knows you’re powerful, so I can’t have Dabi take you out so fast. I’m not saying I care about you, but…” He shrugged.

“Don’t die just yet. You’re needed in this army.” He bowed and left, swinging his cane carelessly.

Geten stood there for a while. She knew she had cooled down, but strangely she found herself quaking from her head to her toes. Finally, she dropped down onto the floor. She felt something wet flow down her cheeks and plop onto her parka.

Burying her face in her gloved hands, she allowed a sob to ripple through her throat.

Her own voice roared at her. A failure! You wanted to be a weapon, but you lost against him. Weakling.

You’re needed in this army, Compress had told her. Needed as a weapon, but for the new army, not the one where her loyalties lie.

She should have been happy. Maybe I am. Are these tears of joy? She couldn’t explain it. The fact that he had acknowledged her purpose was validation of her skills. The fact that Shigaraki was keeping her alive was proof that she was a powerful asset.

Then why did she feel so empty and cold?

Something bit at her.

Him and I, fire and ice, day and night. What is it about him, about the League, that’s so different from the Army? So different from me?

Perhaps it was just the cold.

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“What the fuck was that?” Dabi pushed Compress against the walls of the hotel room.

“Watch it,” The entertainer warned, the threat making Dabi take a step back. “As for what I was doing, you were about to kill her! The hell were you thinking? We might not be chums with the Liberation Army, but we aren’t enemies anymore. How would you have explained yourself to Shigaraki?”

Dabi sat down on his bed. “I wasn’t going to kill her. I couldn’t have.”

Compress, massaging his back, raised an eyebrow. He stated after a pause, “You were drained, weren’t you.”

“You’re a showman, you should have known it was all fake. I barely could have choked out enough flames to cook her. I just wanted to see her lose.” Dabi said.

The other snorted, “Well excuse me, it looked pretty real, and I was being cautious. And you did win. Whatever rivalry you two have.”

Dabi rubbed his pain-wracked arms. “I’m going to shower.” He stood up.

He was at the door when Compress spoke. “Y’know, I can’t honestly tell whether you two want to kill each other or show off who’s better.”

“Both.” He answered as left the room.

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This chapter might be the first in which I’m somewhat satisfied with the characterisations of both main characters. I think I have a sense of where this story is going, but I’m already scaffolding a minor rewrite of the previous few chapters to fit in with my vision for the story.

Previous Chapters: 4, 3, 2, 1

#bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #dabi x geten #geten x dabi #dabiten #bnha dabi #bnha geten #slowburn #dabixgeten #dabi #geten #bnha villains #bnha #mha #ATDS

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