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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

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a-super-secret-diary · 3 years

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Katsuki and Izuku were in an important meeting right now. Very important. This had to do with some villains that they had been tracking down for months now that were running a trafficking system. Katsuki and Izuku's agency had partnered up with FatGum's agency to track them down. But this was supposed to be their day off. They weren't expecting to be called in with such urgency, so of course neither of them were ready or planning on coming in that late afternoon. They did come obviously, but it had been after Katsuki was teasing Izuku. First, Katsuki started it by nibbling on his sweet spot, leaving those tiny nibbles that left little hickeys that were supposed to go away over their day off. But alas, Katsuki could look over from his seat and see that Izuku's collar and mouth guard was just barely hiding the marks and anyone who looked hard enough could see them. Then when Izuku did fully get into the mood, Katsuki started to drag his fingertips and his lips across Izuku's body to tease him. He ran his hand gently across the waistband of Izuku's boxers. All while whining softly about how Izuku never made time for him anymore and was always so busy with work. Of course that wasn't true, but he needed something to whine about. Something to get him in character.

Katsuki had got so close to what he wanted. So close to being pinned down and fucked senseless. And then their stupid fucking phones rung. He had that hard cock pressed so nicely against his ass just for it to pull away and leave him wanting. And Izuku left to answer his phone. Then Katsuki's phone rung. To present time now, Katsuki was in an extremely pissy mood now. Don't get him wrong though, he loved his job and almost everything about it, but he hated for anything to get between him, and spending time with Deku. And now Deku didn't even want to acknowledge him. He was acting as if they weren't just a dick-slip away from Izuku fucking him until he passed out. How fucking dare he! But Izuku wasn't doing as good as Katsuki thought. Izuku shifted in his seat every two minutes and he couldn't stop his leg from bouncing faster with each minute they had to stay, because they could have told everyone this over a phone call. His mind was just as clouded with sex as Katsuki's. They were both just so horny. But unlike Katsuki, Izuku wasn't blessed with baggy pants on his hero costume to hide how hard he was. He had a full body suit that hugged the absolute fuck out of him. His dick being as hard as it was, was so fucking uncomfortable no matter what he did to try to make it go down. He even tried to think of things that turned him off but it didn't work. He was fucking miserable right now.

Katsuki had a solution for them though. As they were sitting in the group around a big oval table, talking about the plan and strategies for success and minimal damage, his hand crept nice and slowly up Izuku's thigh until he could brush two fingers against that raging erection. He didn't have his gauntlets on right now so as long as no one looked directly at them, no one would notice. A small groan, almost inaudible, came from Izuku as he shifted into the touch. And as if it was natural instinct, he looked over from the corner of his eye and met Izuku's eyes doing the same, locked into a lustful gaze. And of course he made a mental note of every emotion he saw in the jade pools of his lover. And not one of those emotions wanted him to stop. Izuku was just a kinky fuck like that. In fact, he turned his chair ever so slightly towards Katsuki and Katsuki would never turn down the chance to tease the fuck out of Izuku. He moved only his eyes as he looked around, paying attention to where everyone's eyes were facing. And his hand stroked along the bulge of his lover very slowly to not raise much suspicion if someone did notice. Izuku had to close his eyes and focus on letting out deep but silent breaths through his nose as he tried to listen in on the planning as well.

He was going to fuck Katsuki so hard when they got home. He was going to destroy him for hours. And they were gonna be given their day off plus 3 after this mission so he'd be sure to leave his bratty blonde baby bedridden. Then fuck him nice and gently to overstimulate him but bring him down from his high at the same time. Just thinking about it made him blush darkly and every touch felt even better. He had to check his nose to make sure he didn't have a nosebleed from the perverted thoughts running through his head. He knew that this was the absolute last place to start thinking about different sex positions to put his boyfriend in, but he couldn't stop it when he had a hand tempting him to slam the owner of it face down on the table, fold his arms behind his back, and ravish him in front of all these other heros. That didn't sound like too bad of an idea, but Izuku had to live up to his family friendly image. It definitely wouldn't look too good for him if word spred about how the number two hero fucked the number one hero in the middle of a meeting. He's not sure how or why this information would get to the media, but they found out everything somehow.

"-Then Deku, we could use you as one of the powerhouses for the ground team and you can help us enter from here while the air team is making a distraction. Now remember everyone, this mission is all about-"

Izuku nodded but tuned out the second he wasn't being addressed directly and inched his leg open just a bit more to give Katsuki more room to work with, but by then, Katsuki was already pulling away. Which made Izuku tune back in again to see why. "That'll be all for today. Continue with your normal patrols until you're all called back in at 8:30. Try not to be late. Don't forget, peoples lives will be on the line the moment we're within range of their base." Everyone nodded in agreement and stood to leave, but Izuku was the first to jog out of there. It was only weird to the hero's in this mission who hasn't partnered with Izuku before. It wasn't weird to everyone else who did, because he usually speed-walked out and was then found somewhere isolated in the building taking notes and muttering about the most effective ways to use his quirk for whatever mission they had. But Katsuki knew that this time, he most likely just went somewhere to jack off. And Katsuki was going to find him and rile him up more.

But Izuku slipped away so damn quick, by the time Katsuki tucked his gauntlets under his arms and walked out of the door, he was nowhere in sight. But Katsuki was determined to find Him. He knew they couldn't fuck while at work... No, they just wouldn't. So that ment that he could tease the fuck out of him before they got home and Izuku couldn't do a damn thing about it. At least, he thought he wouldn't. The way he was discreetly pulled into a supply closet by lightning quick hands said otherwise. He would have beaten the fuck out of whoever it was if it wasn't obvious who it was. But from the sight he saw, he couldn't even bring words out of his mouth. Just a bit of drool. Izuku was in front of him, suit unzipped all the way, belt and gloves sitting on a shelf, boxers pulled down just enough to free his cock that was sitting hard in his hand, balls heavy as he stroked his cock so nicely. "Look at what you did Kacchan... I can't work properly if my dick is all hard, can I?" Izuku asked. Every taunt that was going to leave his mouth died in his throat as he swallowed down the lump that sat there. Izuku had that glint in his eyes. He wasn't gonna put up with Katsuki's shit talking for too long in this current state. He wanted one thing and one thing only.

"S-Sounds like a you problem, shitty nerd." Katsuki managed to squeeze in one taunt before he was grabbed and shoved on to his knees. He made sure that his gauntlets didn't drop from his arms as he was pulled, then carefully placed them on either side of him, knowing full well what was about to happen. "No, see, that's the thing. It's a YOU problem. You were the cause of it, and you're gonna take responsibility and fix it, understand? Cause if I have to leave here with my dick hard then guess who's not gonna get fucked when we get home." Izuku threatened. That put Katsuki in instant bratty sub mode. "But Daddy, you promised!" He whined, pouting up at his boyfriend. "You always do this to me! You promise that you'll make time for me and then you get angry and blame me, and then we never-!" He pouted, but Izuku was hearing none of it today. He was far too horny. And he knew how Katsuki played the victim card when it came to their sex life. "And instead of fixing the problem, you wanna complain about it when you know full fucking well that it's your fault for being a horny brat." "But-" "So stop whining and start choking on my cock." Izuku said, practically forcing his thumbs into Katsuki's mouth and opening it. He moaned quietly as he slipped his cock in slowly, feeling the bottom of it rubbing gently against Katsuki's teeth and on to his hot tongue as he slid in. Katsuki kept his eyes on Izuku's until he bottomed out in his mouth, relaxing his throat with each inch that slipped in. Katsuki didn't even gag when the fat head entered his throat, having long since gotten used to the girth of Izuku's dick. Then he watched and felt as it resurfaced and disappeared into his throat over and over again.

Izuku abused his throat. Fucked into it hard and rough and barely giving Katsuki room to breathe, not that he was trying to. He steadied himself, holding on to Izuku's thighs to keep from falling back. Katsuki felt tears and eyeliner cascading down his face from the force and lack of air, but he wouldn't dare use their stop indicator. He loved this feeling so much. To be manhandled into sucking Izuku's beast of a cock, treated like it was his only talent. Hell, if he wasn't so determined to stay the number one hero, he would have willingly gave up all of this to become Izuku's full time fuck toy. After all, he knew that he'd be well taken care of if it was Izuku. "That's much better baby boy. See how much prettier you sound when you're slurping and moaning rather than talking? You sound just like daddy's good boy is supposed to." Izuku praised Bakugou through a stream of quiet moans as he thrusted so deep into Bakugou's throat. He pulled back slowly until only the tip was in and watched as Bakugou struggled to catch his breath. "Are you gonna stop being a brat or are you going to make me fuck your throat raw?" Izuku asked, making a point by roughly snapping his hips forward once, making his lover gag from it being unexpected.

Katsuki looked up at Izuku with red, teary, drunken eyes before grabbing the base of Izuku's dick and giving him some God-like head. He let his tongue swish around it as he bobbed his head. He could feel when it entered his throat and he moaned each time for Izuku to feel it, hollowing his cheeks as well each time it went in. Izuku's mouth fell open as his hand gripped into blonde spikes to help him move his mouth back and forth on his cock. All until he pulled off of it with a satisfying pop. "I'll be good from now on. I promise, daddy." He moaned before spitting on the throbbing cock in front of him, sucking on the tip as he rubbed it in. Izuku covered his mouth to muffle a moan that was loud anyway as Katsuki squeezed the base of his dick. "Mmm~ But you have to promise that you'll actually play with me this time when we get home." Katsuki said, lips still pressed against the tip of his cock as he kitten licked it. "Baby boy... Is that what... Mmm~ what this was all about? You were upset because... Fuck~ we didn't get to... play earlier?" Izuku asked, his voice muffled as he kept the back of his hand against his mouth. Katsuki sucked the entirety of Izuku's cock back into his mouth and just into his throat as he started bobbing his head before humming his response. "Mhmm~" He answered, wanting Izuku to feel the vibrations from his throat as he looked up at him with eyes that were so innocent that Izuku would never, EVER, pair them with Katsuki. Those eyes... That expression was always so dangerous.

"F-Fuck, K-Kacchan!~" Izuku's eyes almost crossed, cumming almost too quickly. Though, they were in a supplies closet so it's not like they had all the time in the world. Katsuki almost choked. He coughed a little, but didn't outright choke as he rushed to swallow it all. "I'm... I'm sorry baby boy... I promise... As soon as we get home, I'll play with you as much as you wa-ant! I'm sorry that I didn't make time for you-Ah!" Izuku head jerked up with a gasp at the constricting feeling of Katsuki swallowing around him. When he was done, Katsuki pulled away slowly, still slightly drunk off the taste of Izuku's dick. Still connected by a string of saliva and cum, Katsuki looked up to Izuku. "Its okay daddy. I know that you're a busy man." Katsuki purred as he nuzzled against the slowly softening cock. But then a smirk took over his facial expression. "But I'll take a days worth of dick as payment anyway." Katsuki demanded. He was back to his demanding, confident self. Which instantly made Izuku go back to his shy, blushy self, trying to quickly cover himself while fumbling to pull his boxers up.

"K-Kacchan! I'm gonna get h-hard again!"

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Here they go again. Couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Izuku had just stopped an attempted robbery. The two culprits were neutralized and handed over to the police. However, when Izuku left the area to proceed with his patrol, he ran into Katsuki, because of course he did. One thing led to another, and in the end, they ended up in a tight alley with Katsuki pressed against a wall with his legs wrapped around Izuku's waist while he teased the poor man's body. He grinded against the greenettes ever hardening erection and couldn't help the way he licked desperately into Izuku's mouth or bit onto his tongue. Katsuki had every bit of control right now. With Izuku's face flushed bright red, he could tell that much. Because Izuku couldn't do anything right now. He wouldn't have any control over anything until they were home, and Katsuki was going to abuse that power until he knew for sure that his chances of walking tomorrow were near zero. When he knew for sure that Izuku would just throw him into the bed and destroy him without any regards to his feelings. People didn't know this, and definitely wouldn't assume this, but Izuku was brutal in the bedroom. And daddy Izuku was the complete opposite of regular Izuku. One time, Izuku had gotten so worked up, that he had been a bit too rough on Katsuki's throat, rendering his voice usless for the next day and a half. Luckily for them, Katsuki was always yelling at people, so they didn't have to explain anything really. However, Izuku blushed horribly every time Katsuki attempted to speak near him.

Katsuki’s tongue traces the inside of Izuku’s mouth, desperate moans escaping down his throat as Izuku grinded against him so hard. So determined to get the best friction possible. Not like he could help the way he was grinding anyway. Katsuki had his legs locked around his waist, making sure that if Izuku let go for whatever reason, he wouldn't be able to move away from him. They were gonna stay locked together, lips and all until Katsuki decided to let go. And Katsuki didn't plan on letting go any time soon. Even if his lungs were burning and his heart was pounding against his chest from the lack of oxygen. Well, that was what Katsuki was thinking. Izuku pulled away just slightly to get a quick breath, but Katsuki was gasping and licking at Izuku's lips at the same time. "Fuck me~" Katsuki breathed out softly and Izuku moaned just at his boyfriends tone. "Later. Wait until we get ho-mm-" Izuku was interrupted by Katsuki's lips pushing hard against his again. Izuku had to jerk his head away, shifting his lustful gaze into a stern glare. "You're being a brat Kacchan." He warned. But Katsuki wanted to push him. "N-Now... Fuck, plea-Ah!" Katsuki needed this. Needed Izuku to get mad and horny. That's the only way Izuku could make it up to him the way he wanted when they did get home. "I said fucking wait!" Izuku emphasize his words as he yanked Katsuki away from the brick wall, but slammed him back onto it with just as much force.

Katsuki moaned loudly as he felt his shoulders get scratched up and the air be knocked right from his lungs. "Sh-Shit!" He cried out. He was getting him there. To that point of anger that he wanted. Now if he could just tempt him a bit more, he might just get Izuku to-

"Hero Deku! You're patrolling downtown today, correct?"

That made Izuku jump a little, having not expected it. He kinda forgot that they were at work... Well, he forgot that they had work to do at work. He looked at Katsuki, his glare saying everything it needed to before he pressed the small button on the ear piece. "Y-Yes, I'm here." He answered. He thankfully remembered to keep his voice down as he responded to the lady on the other end of the call. It would have been troublesome if anyone where to walk in this alley and see Pro Hero's Deku and Ground Zero in such a position in an alleyway in brod daylight. "Of course. I'll be there in less than five minutes." Izuku assured the dispatcher. Katsuki waited for Izuku to pull his finger away from the button before he let him out of the tight grip he had with his powerful thighs and let himself be put on his own feet. "Tch. Fucking cockblocking villain-agha!" Katsuki was suddenly gagging at the feeling of something being pressed against his throat. Izuku's fingers were wrapped tightly around it, choking him. "Keep being a fucking brat, and you're gonna need the next 6 fucking days to recover from how fucking deep my dick will pound you." Was the last warning Izuku gave him before jumping from wall to wall until he reached the top of the buildings. Then, he was gone. Leaving Katsuki to tend to his own boner, that jackass. And fucking threatening him like that, making it sound like he'd actually hurt him... "Tch! Fuck you Deku..."

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Home at last. They were finally starting their off time after a long, dragged out battle and a goose chase around the city. They requested to be healed with a quirk rather than just patched up and sent home, left to wait for the wounds to heal themselves. If that had happened, Izuku would have absolutely lost his fucking mind. Because he wouldn't have been able to slam Katsuki against the door frame of their house like he was now or practically shove his tongue down the other man's throat. They hadn't even fully gotten into their front door and Izuku was already trying to devour Katsuki's soul through a kiss. And Katsuki was all for it, knowing that he achieved his goal. Izuku was angry. Izuku was horny. It was time for him to give in completely. He knew that if he tried to fight or even show the least bit of defiance at this point, there would be obedience training. And Katsuki hated obedience training. He would be cuffed, gagged and laying exposed by a thigh spreader while Izuku taught him how a good boy should act. He didn't want that. He wanted to be able to touch Izuku, whine and moan out loud whenever he felt good, and get as many kisses as he could whenever he pleased Izuku and got praises.

Katsuki knew that he was falling into his sub space when he had that thought, and as always he gave into it. Giving up his control was never anything easy for him. But he couldn't wait any longer. If he wasn't being utterly wrecked in the next five minutes by this side of Deku that only he was allowed to see, he would cry.

"D-Daddy-" He gasped out as Izuku pulled away and instead started to kiss and nip at Katsuki's neck. Katsuki's voice had become lighter the deeper he went into his sub space and his hands clenched tight on Izuku's shirt. It was finally time to play. He'd been waiting for so long. "Play with me. P-Please? You said when we got home, we could play. Y-You promised." Katsuki whimpered as he barely got his sentence out before Izuku had fisted a hand tightly in his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck more. "I did promise that, didn't I?" Izuku asked with a condescending tone. "Well, that was before you decided that you were gonna be a big ass fucking distraction for me today." He said before pulling at the skin of Katsuki's neck with his teeth, all while he finally lifted Katsuki's legs around his waist and brought him into the house. He skillfully held Katsuki with one arm and took the key from the lock and threw it somewhere so that he could lock the door after he pushed Katsuki against it to close it. "I-I'm sorry! I w-wanted your at-tention!" Katsuki gasped out before Izuku started moving him again. They didn't move very far though. Only to the couch where Katsuki was propped up on the back of it, causing him to arch forward and release shaky moans into Izuku's chest. "Ah? Did you hit the plug? You really kept it in like I told you to?" Izuku asked as he made his lover grind back and forth on the back of the couch. Katsuki nodded slowly as he took in shaky breaths, small whines escaping as well.

Izuku hummed as he watched Bakugou shiver in pleasure against him. "Well then, I guess I can't punish you the way I was planning to since you kept your plug in like a good boy... But you were so fucking bratty today that daddy's not willing to let it go." Izuku sighed. What was a not so harsh punishment for his baby boy? He stayed in thought for a few seconds before he heard another small whimper leave his blond lover. "P-Pay attention to me..." Katsuki begged, pulling Izuku impossibly close. He wanted Izuku's full attention while he was feeling this stimulation. Wanted the greenette to see him feeling good. Izuku got the perfect idea in that moment. Katsuki was always so hungry for attention, so touch starved. That would make for a perfect punishment. Give it to him. He lifted Katsuki once again, feeling legs get tight around his waist again as he moved. This time they went straight to the bedroom where Izuku gently sat Katsuki on the large bed, patting his head gently. "Get your clothes off baby. I'm gonna get us some toys to play with." Izuku said before turning away. He kicked his shoes off as he walked into their closet. He knew Katsuki would obey. After all, he's been asking for this all day. Maybe not specifically what Izuku was about to do to him, but it was a punishment. The only say so he would get is if he said the safeword.

They had an entire chest of toys that they used on eachother. Mostly toys that Izuku used for punishing Katsuki. Izuku was surprisingly the kinkier of the two and Absoulutely loved to torture the fuck out of Katsuki with toys. Lovingly of course, but he never did bother to go gently. When he came back, he was greeted with the sight of his baby boy already face down with his ass up presented towards the closet that Izuku was exiting. One of Izuku's favorite positions. It gave him the best view of just how much Katsuki was clenching around the plug "Beautiful." Izuku breathed out as he walked closer. He put the two toys that he chose on the bed beside Katsuki before gently placing two fingers on the plug and pushing slightly, causing Katsuki to moan softly. "Remember our safe word baby?" Izuku asked, though he knew he didn't have to. Safe word or not, Katsuki did nothing that he didn't want to. "B-Boom." Katsuki answered softly. Izuku hummed in response before tugging gently on the plug, watching as Katsuki's hole fought to keep it in. "Your ass is so greedy baby. Or is it just you being desperate for something to constantly fill your slutty hole?" Izuku asked, pulling the plug just a bit harder, but not enough to come out. Katsuki arched deeper into the bed, whining as he rolled his hips slowly. "Please." He begged.

Izuku obliged by giving a quick yank to the plug, a lewd pop sound and a cry from Katsuki meeting his ears as it came out. "Awe, you're so pretty when you're like this. Mewling out for me, showing me that sexy arch you've got, presenting this hungry gaping hole to me... Just listen to how wet this sloppy hole is." Izuku hummed as he slowly pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside of Katsuki, moving them around slowly. And just as he suspected, Katsuki's ass made lewd, wet noises as a result of the globs of lube that was squirted inside just a little earlier. Nice and wet. Perfect. "Now, we're gonna do a nice little simple punishment today because I won't last too long just teasing you. I need to be deep fucking inside of you abusing that sensitive prostate of yours or I might just go crazy, okay?" Izuku asked, spreading Katsuki just enough to get the vibrator in. As he pushed it in, he watched in pure awe as Katsuki's hole clutched greedily around it. "Fuck..." Izuku heard the small breath leave Katsuki's lips, and not even a second later, he slammed his hand down on pale cheeks, making Katsuki cry out.

"What the hell did you just say? Was that a bad word?" Izuku asked, spanking him again. "N-No!" Katsuki's body shook slightly, lips quivering as he braced himself for another spank. Yet he wasn't fully ready for it, as it was harsher than the last. "Mmm, now I have to make you cry." Izuku whispered tauntingly. Katsuki's head shook, but before he managed to say anything, the vibrator was turned on to the highest setting, causing him to bite his lip as he shoved his face into the pillow and let out a muffled scream. "Ah ah ah~ You know better than to hide those sexy fucking noises. You wanted to be a slut all day, and now you wanna act shy? No, too fucking late for that." Izuku said, delivering another harsh spank. "You might as well just let the fucking neighbors know how much of a whore you are, brat." Izuku then curled his fingers into Katsuki's hair, gripping tight as he hauled Katsuki up on to his knees. The blondes hips jerked sporadically as he tried and failed to get the vibrator to go deeper. But Izuku put it at just the perfect place. It wouldn't slide out and the only way it would go deeper was if Izuku pushed it there. But Izuku wasn't going to do that. Instead, he delivered another harsh spank as he pulled Katsuki's hair into a tight hold until the blondes eyes closed tight and he was grunting in pain.

Izuku was a bit sadistic when it came to playtime but Katsuki didn't mind. In fact, he encouraged it. He always made sure to let out extra loud moans after his daddy stopped, to show that no real damage had been done. And sometimes, he even chased the feeling of Izuku pulling his hair or choking him until he was desperately gasping for air. There were only a few times that Izuku had taken it a bit too far and left Katsuki actually shaken. But those times were just experiments. And he opted to never make those mistakes again. That's also why they now had the safe word. At first, Katsuki was determined, sure that Izuku could never push his boundaries, but boy was he wrong. Izuku turned out to be a way kinkier dom than he initially thought. After all, how else did you think a guy like Izuku could cut loose after being nice all the time. Not that he wasn't nice naturally, but sometimes he liked playing the other side too. So did Katsuki.

"Are you gonna prove that you're a good boy so that daddy can fuck you real good?" Izuku asked, gently rubbing Katsuki's ass. The blonde let out a low, shakey moan and nodded, humping the air almost violently at the pleasurable stimulation he was feeling. "Good. On your back, baby boy." Izuku ordered. Katsuki's shakey knees gave away the second he was allowed and he turned himself onto his back. His back almost instantly arched as he felt a callused hand grasp his hard cock and give a few rough tugs. Izuku laid beside him, propping himself up on an elbow, and Katsuki thought, no, he hoped that Izuku was going to jerk him off until he came, because he needed that so badly. And as Izuku's hand reached his tip to lather itself in the pre cum that was leaking from him, just to take his hand all the way back down to the base of his cock to lube it up, he just knew that Izuku was about jerk him off into the beginning of heavenly pleasure. "Please..." Katsuki whispered, bucking into Izuku's hand like wild and clenching so tight around the vibrator as the greenette sped up his hand. "D-Daddy... M' g-gonna c-cum~" The blonde whined, his hips spasming as he was brought so close to his end, but he never got there. His tease of a boyfriend decided to stop, leaving Katsuki panting and desperately bucking his hips.

"Y'Know, I always loved how soft your tits were." Izuku said, dragging the tip of his tongue just lightly across one of his boyfriends more than interested perky nipples and taking his hand away from the blondes cock to grab a handful of his other peck. "And how hard your pretty little nipples get~" Izuku purred, latching onto the sensitive pink bud and flicking it with his tongue. The blonde arched into it, loving it especially when Izuku started to twist and pinch his other nipple. He let out broken moans and shakey breaths any time Izuku would nibble or pull with his teeth, or when his fingers moved from his nipple to slide down his body, dance up his cock and lightly swirl around his sensitive tip. And the vibrator inside of him was so teasing, just barely deep enough for his wrecked walls to clench around, making him more desperate to please Izuku and finally get rewarded. It felt good, but it's not what he wanted. He needed Izuku to destroy him. He's waited all day. He's waited all week for this.

And now.

Now Izuku had the nerve to tease him?

Katsuki couldn't take it.

Izuku was too good at this. Too good at making Katsuki cry out with frustration as his body burned with desire. Too good at giving Katsuki just enough pleasure to drive him to the edge, but not quite tip him yet. It was all too much, and not enough at the same time. He couldn't deal with it anymore. Not tonight. He needed it too badly.

"P-Please." The blonde breathed out, giving up on trying to sit through the punishment. "I n-need you now... N-no more teasing... Daddy please~" He whined softly, a shakey hand grabbing Izuku's which was lazily tugging his cock at the moment. The greenette latched his teeth around the pink bud that he was teasing with his tongue and pulled it as he moved back, causing Katsuki to once again arch into Izuku. "Isn't this what you wanted though? You begged all day for my attention, but now suddenly you don't want it? You're really trying to test my fucking patience with all your indecisiveness aren't you?" Izuku asked, his hand slipping further down from Katsuki's cock to grab the vibrator. "N-No, I'm not trying to test your patience, I swear! If it was any other day, I'd take the punishment with no problem, you know that. B-But, I just need you so much right now. So much that it hurts!" Katsuki cried out.

Izuku licked his lips, his eyes dimmed with lust as he watch and listened to Katsuki. It was getting harder to hold back as he saw the fucked out expression on Katsuki's face, and they hadn't even done anything yet. Izuku's eyes panned over to the other thing that he had pulled out. "Yeah? And what is it that you want me to do?" Izuku asked as he began to thrust the vibrator slowly. Katsuki's lips quivered as he almost gasped in pleasure, his hips rolling to meet the toy. "Answer me little one. Use those naughty words and tell me what you want!" Izuku ordered with a harsh spank to the blondes thigh. Katsuki's eyes watered now, the pleasure, the heat, it was driving him crazy. "I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy please! I learned my lesson, I swear! I know I don't have to act like a desperate whore to get daddy's attention, and I shouldn't be a brat when I don't get what I want! I'm sorry, just please ruin me already!" Katsuki cried out, sobbing at this point. And well, that's all the sadistic side of Izuku wanted to see. A smirk took over his lips as his hand worked in to overdrive, making Katsuki moan out louder than before and broken gasps to leave his mouth. "Oh Kacchan... You're so pretty when you cry. But now I want to hear you screaming~"

Izuku sat up and began jerking Katsuki off again. This time, with the addition of a vibrator being roughly thrusted against his prostate, he couldn't stop the harsh breaths or sporadic hip movements. And before he knew it, an orgasm was ripping through his body. Tears soaked his face as the pleasure of finally getting his orgasm after a day of holding back, and weeks of no sex before that, started to sink in. The harsh breaths that left him seemed to only to make it all worse since all his senses were filled with izuku. Izuku's musky scent, Izuku's touch, Izuku's breath on his body. "Remember when I told you that I bought a new toy for us to play with? Well, we finally get to use them. Look at these pretty nipple clamps I bought you. And they're red, just like your beautiful eyes baby." Izuku hummed before beginning to open the packaging. But Katsuki's mind was wrecked at this point. He couldn't think of anything other than the sex that he was promised. He wanted it now. "H-Hurry. Please-"

But he didn't get his plea out. For Izuku not only let the clamps snap close on Katsuki's puffy nipples, he tightened them so fucking much. Katsuki's poor nipples were turning redder by the second and it hurt so fucking much. So much so that Katsuki's begging increased, his tears became heavier, he arched forward and cried out for Izuku. Izuku then pulled the chain of the clamps until he could promptly stuff it into Katsuki's mouth. The blonde took the hint and bit down enough to keep it in, moaning at the way it pulled his nipples. "Fuck yes~ Such a good boy. So obedient~" Izuku purred, softly cupping Katsuki's tear covered cheek in his hand. He started to slowly drag a hand from his face to his chest. "So beautiful, Kacchan. And you're so wrecked for me." Izuku lowered himself to give a few soft kisses to Katsuki's hard abs. The one of many things that Katsuki's worked hard for. Toned abs, nice biceps, strong legs, and Izuku's second favorite, those nice sized pecks that he could easily grab handfuls of, nibble, and lick on.

Then finally, after all the teasing, Izuku stood and undressed himself, tantalizingly slow. Katsuki could feel himself salivating as he watched Izuku pull the shirt over and off his head and whined when he heard the soft thud of it hitting the floor. "I know you're excited Kacchan, but you better not let that chain fall." Izuku said, but Katsuki barely heard any of it. His ears hyper focused on the sound of Izuku's belt buckle coming undone. The sound of his long awaited fuck fest coming to him. He felt his dick throbbing, begging for more attention as he bucked into the air. Once Izuku's pants fell, Katsuki almost dropped the chain, wanting to beg again to get Izuku inside of him. But he held on, knowing this reward was too good to lose over something stupid. This was worth it. Izuku crawled back on the bed, lifting Katsuki's legs as he moved between them. Katsuki was whimpering as he felt the fat head of Izuku's cock press against his weeping hole and when he finally pressed in, all at once, there was a muffled cry.

"Fuck, baby boy! No matter how many times I pound this slutty hole of yours, I always feel I reach a new level of heaven every time!" Izuku grunted. Katsuki could respond with nothing but a moan as Izuku rocked his hips back and started a steady pace. Katsuki could feel his walls clenching tightly around Izuku, never wanting to let him out now that he had him. As Izuku hit a very sensitive place inside him, Katsuki threw his head in pleasure, only to arch forward and look back at Izuku with a whimper. "So you see what it's for now, huh?" Izuku asked, referring to the chain in Katsuki's mouth. Katsuki did indeed know why it was there. Besides the extra stimulation, Izuku loved attention just as much as Katsuki. "Don't take your eyes off me, baby. Watch me fuck you up inside." Izuku ordered, picking up the pace. The soft sounds of skin meeting skin became louder as the thrusts became harder, and Izuku was pounding right against his prostate so good. Hitting it at just the right angle and making Katsuki's legs tremble around Izuku's waist with every thrust.

Grabbing on to one or both of his pecks to squeeze or twist the nipple clamps.

Grabbing his hips so tight to help him drive deeply into katsuki and pound that special spot inside of him.

Leaning down to leave wet, open mouthed kisses on Katsuki's shoulder or neck and nibbling on his sweet spot.

But Katsuki still wanted more. He needed more.

Katsuki didn't mean to let the chain fall, really he didn't. But he couldn't resist much longer. After spending his off day on a mission and taking down low life after low life, Katsuki wanted to unwind the right way. So he let the chain out and spoke before Izuku could mention it. "U-Use me." Katsuki breathed out shakily. And the way that Izuku reacted should have been illegal.

The way he growled against Katsuki's shoulder.

The way he pulled away just to grab Katsuki by the throat.

The way he pulled out and pulled Katsuki up by his neck.

"I don't know what I was fucking expecting." Izuku growled. Katsuki could barely breathe with Izuku's hand being so tight. "You're never fucking satisfied unless I'm fucking folding you in half!" Izuku snarled as he squeezed tighter. Katsuki tried to speak, tried to wrench Izuku's fingers from his neck, tried to do anything to get Izuku to keep going. But all he could do was moan loudly. Especially when Izuku kissed his mouth roughly and bit at his bottom lip until it was puffy and sore, every moan being released into Izuku's mouth. "Yeah?" Izuku asked against puffy lips, as if Katsuki was speaking through moans. "You like it when I hold you and kiss you like this? You want me to fuck that brain of yours into a puddle of mush?" Izuku asked. Katsuki was getting light headed. He was struggling to breathe. Yet still, he found himself moaning in response. After all, it's been a while since he made Izuku like this. "You want me to pound this hole until it's a pool of cum, my fucking walking fleshlight?"

Izuku asked again, humping against the blonde but not thrusting back in. This time, Katsuki not only moaned loudly, but forced himself to nod. Fuck, he really wanted that. Izuku finally let him go and Katsuki fell back into the bed, taking greedy gulps of air and moaning loudly as he felt Izuku start moving him. His legs were hitched up, first to Izuku's shoulders, then to Katsuki's own chest. He thought he'd stop there, but Izuku kept going, pushing until Katsuki's knees met the bed on either side of his head, his ass lifted slightly off the bed exposed to izuku. Izuku groaned just looking at him, especially when he activated black whip and used the four tendrils to hold Katsuki in the position firmly. Knees held firmly beside his head and wrists held down by his hips, his cock dripping pre-cum up his torso. Izuku took this time to spread Katsuki open, watching his ruined hole clench around nothing again. "B-Back! Put it back in! P-P-lease!" Katsuki begged, half heartedly struggling against his restraints only to feel them get tighter. Izuku wasted no more time in thrusting back in, his hands finding their way to the headboard as he thrusted roughly. He showed no regard for Katsuki's feelings as he pile drived into him and he may have just activated one-for-all at 1 percent on poor Katsuki. But, well... He did ask for it.

Katsuki was now lost. Physically, he was there, getting his hole plowed into oblivion and being held down as if it were all he was good for. Mentally, he was in a void of pleasure where Izuku's cock continuously abused his prostate and did it so well that he could practically see it in his own head. When he felt the drastic increase in speed and force, Katsuki's filter for playtime went to hell. "F-Fuck! D-Daddy right there! Yes!" He sobbed, his hands desperately grasping for purchase. He was crying, gasping, shaking! And he fucking loved it. He loved when Izuku fucked him like he didn't care about how Katsuki felt. Made him sob in pleasure. Made him sore. He felt a very familiar tightening of his balls as more pre-cum spilled on to him. "I w-wanna cum, d-daddy! I wanna cum!" He cried, his loud moans probably being heard by the neighbors, but he didn't care.

Not when he was being fucked so mercilessly.

Not when his eyes rolled back and twitched.

And definitely not when he came so hard that it left him quaking.

He came all over himself, clenching around Izuku's cock like his life depended on it. Especially since the man in question was still thrusting hard and strong, like he couldn't care less about possibly overstimulating his sub. "F-Fuck, don't squeeze like tha-at!" Izuku grunted, clenching the wooden bed frame so hard that it began to crack and break in his hands as he fucked into his lover. "I'm gonna cum baby! Take all of daddy's cum like a good boy!" Izuku ordered, panting as he pushed fully in and came so deep in his now sensitive lover. Katsuki's eyes then screwed shut as he whimpered and panted at the feeling of being filled at such an angle, and Izuku's breathing was just as raged. All the villains he's chased down, and yet still, having sex with Katsuki was what winded him the most. They stayed like that for a while, letting it ride for as long as they could before Izuku started taking action.

He took his time removing his hands from the headboard to replace the tendrils wrapped around Katsuki's knees. As they pulled back into his body, Izuku carefully and slowly let Katsuki's legs relax and aided them back into their normal position until Izuku was sitting back on his legs and Katsuki's hips rested on his thighs. Katsuki hissed and twitched a little, but besides that and his breathing, he made no sounds or movement. Izuku continued being gentle as he massaged the back of Katsuki's knees for starters. "Kacchan? You with me?" Izuku asked slowly and softly to asses where the blonde was mentally at the moment. When red, glassy eyes met his through wet lashes and when he heard the whimper come from quivering lips, Izuku could tell the Katsuki was still in his sub space. Which meant the hot rags were gonna have to wait a while. He let Katsuki close his eyes again before speaking. "Okay baby boy. Play time is over so we gotta clean up and relax now." Izuku spoke in a calming tone to help Katsuki come down more from his high. He knew Katsuki would only ever go this deep in when he was feeling safe, satisfied, and tired. This was how Izuku knew he did a good job when they had 'play time' or when sex turned into such.

Izuku carefully reached above and to the side of Katsuki, going into the dresser and grabbing the wipes that were ment specifically for this occasion. He felt his blissed out lover jolt and whine beneath him just from that small movement and Izuku was quick to shush him as he moved back to his original position. "Shhh... It's okay beautiful." He spoke as he opened the pack. "I'm gonna wipe you down now." He began doing that, his hands careful and steady as he cleaned the ropes of sticky cum from Katsuki's upper half. He moved slowly around the nipple clamps and chain as to not stimulate him anymore, but even the slightest touches near them were sensitive to him after Izuku bit and sucked them so hard, just to finish them off with clamps. "You did so well today. So good for me." Izuku praised as he started to loosen the nipple clamps. Katsuki arched into it and breathed out a small, "Ngh... No more." He whines, his eyes opening to look at Izuku. "I'm taking them off, see? No more." Izuku assured him, the sound of the chain rattling offering Katsuki the chance to stretch a little bit without risking simulation.

Izuku took that time to use a wipe and gently clean the dried and the wet tears from his lovers eyes, cheeks, and chin. "So pretty... Are you ready for me to pull out yet?" Izuku's asked, massaging Katsuki's hips. The blonde shook his head and reached his arms out for Izuku. He wanted to cuddle, and Izuku couldn't deny him. So Izuku leaned down to let Katsuki wrap his arms around him before turning so the he was laying on his back, and Katsuki was laying on top of him. Katsuki shifted around a bit before settling and Izuku let out a content sigh as he closed his eyes. It would probably take Katsuki a while to come out of his sub space when he was this deep in, so Izuku was gonna use the time to rest. Though, not even a solid thirty seconds later, Katsuki spoke up again.

"Oi, asshole!"

Izuku opened his eyes and a look of shock took over his expression instantly. "K-Kacchan, that face is amazing!" Izuku exclaimed, putting his hands up in defence. Because above him, Katsuki's murder smirk, as he liked to call it, was gleaming down at him.

"I could have sworn I told you that I was taking a day's worth of dick for the bullshit you pulled earlier! So get it back up, now!" Katsuki demanded. "I can't just get hard instantly after something as intense as that Kacchan, it's impossible! And besides, you're the one who started it today, not me!' Izuku defended himself. Katsuki knew he was right but decided to ignore it. "Yeah, and? Don't act like you're not the one who just went crazy and activated your shitty quirks on me and, broke the headboard on top of that! If anything, I'm the one that should-" Katsuki stopped and gasped as Izuku bucked his hips into his still pretty sensitive ass. He smirked wider and looked down at Izuku who was trying his best to cover his, redder than a tamato, face. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I just remembered what you looked like and I couldn't help myself! Kacchan looked so good..." Izuku started to mumble by the end of his sentence. "Oh yeah? You damn pervy nerd! I'm gonna ride you till your dick's numb!" Katsuki declared. "K-Kacchan no!"

It turned into 'Kacchan please!' then 'Kacchan yes!' very quickly. Infact, Izuku was hard again in twelve seconds. Katsuki knew his way around Izuku's body and kinks very well.

And he did indeed get his day... Well night, of payment.

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Out of my Mind

Pairings: Mind Reading F! Reader / Katsuki Bakugou

Word Count: 1,518

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, angst, mind reading quirk, implied sexual assault, language

Authors Note: Thank you for reading! I’m not new to writing, although I am a bit rusty. I haven’t finished MHA yet, but while I was watching I just couldn’t get this prompt out of my head and wanted to write a fic. Here is a small drabble that came to mind, there is minimal editing since I just wrote it, but I’d love some feedback! If any other creators want to become moots, feel free to message me! Also please be mindful with the warnings, I don’t want to trigger anybody.

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The only thing you could remember was the loud blast coming from outside of the dorms, causing the ground to tremor in its wake. Everyone stirred, eyes focused on the windows that sat idly on the other wall. The group of you had gathered to study for the next upcoming exam, seemingly everyone finding you useful to help them pass. All of you had agreed on piling into Todoroki’s room, since it was probably the most spacious out of all of your rooms and Mina had decided to claim the common room for gossiping with the other girls. You, Kirishima, and Kaminari were sitting on the floor next to the bed that occupied Deku and Todoroki. Bakugou was propped up on Shouto’s desk chair, feet pushing the front legs of the chair off of the ground. Kacchan looked more irked than normal, eyebrows furrowed as his vermillion eyes scanned the words of the textbook that sat propped up between his thighs. It must have killed him to admit that he could use your help, struggling with certain parts of the lesson. Normally, Bakugou was a natural at everything. But something about this one specific unit had left him frustrated beyond belief, and the others had ignored his disapproval of having you over to help them out.

“What the hell was that?” Bakugou spat, the collective stunned momentarily. Izuku looked completely and utterly terrified, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress that he was sitting on. You shrugged, assuming that someone had accidentally used their quirk and played it off as a simple misunderstanding. “Maybe some jackass thought it would be funny.” You mused, shaking your head before focusing your attention back on the problem you were all working on. It wasn’t until there was a following blast moments later, much closer this time, that you all stood on edge. Todoroki was the first to stand, placing his book carefully on the bed and tentatively stepping towards the door. Before anyone could stop him, there was a small creak and a blinding flash following. Your hands shot up to your eyes, pressing your fists tightly against eyelids that had shut in a desperate attempt to save your vision. “Fuck,” You hissed, hearing the others mumbling under their breath in a similar fashion. “What the hell was that?” Kaminari spat, but you couldn’t see. A few moments of silence had passed, and you were still unable to regain your vision. The only thing you could hear was the creaking of the door opening, and footsteps against the floor. Quickly, you focused your attention deep inside of your mind, trying to pick up the frequency of the others in the room. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… You shot up immediately, lips parting to shout something when you felt a hand clamp tightly around your bicep.

“We’re not alone!” You managed to yell loud enough for the others to hear before another hand clamped around your mouth, effectively muffling your voice. Blinking slowly, you could make out Kaminari and Denki’s slumped over figures on the floor, your body stiffening. Oh fuck.

The sound of Bakugou’s muffled voice brought your mind back to the pressing situation at hand, Todoroki and Midoriya effectively slumped over as well. It was horrifying, seeing your unconscious friends as the unknown visitors flooded the room. Your gaze landed on Bakugou; he was in a similar state as you. A large man littered with scars was positioned behind him, one hand clamped around his throat and the other pressing a small cloth to his mouth. Kacchan struggled a little, desperate red eyes finding yours before they rolled back into his head and he slumped against the man. Before you could say or do anything, you felt a sharp prick in your neck and your sight was swallowed by darkness.

A sharp sting slowly brought you back to consciousness, a groan escaping your cracked lips. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find your surroundings blurred. What the actual fuck had just happened? Your mind was fuzzy, shallow breaths filling your ears. Your heart was picking up the pace, limbs trembling as your brain filled with your last memories of studying with your friends. Your friends. What had happened to them? Were they captured as well?

Your vision had cleared after a few moments, finding yourself sitting in a dark room. It was musty, the smell of musk and mold filling your senses. It was almost pungent, making your stomach churn uneasily. Glancing around, you couldn’t see much other than the light that was hanging overhead, and a looming figure hunched over you. “What the fuck?” You groaned, the stinging sensation centralizing in your right cheek.

“Rise and shine, princess.” A deep voice rumbled, and you recognized it coming from the man in front of you. One, two… He wasn’t alone. Your eyes quickly shifted to the other side of the room, finding dust coated shelves and a small desk pressed into the corner. There was a tv on the other wall, sitting on a stand that looks like it should have collapsed ages ago. And in all his glory, sat Bakugou; His head was hung, hands tied firmly around the arms of the chair as well as his legs. Your eyes widened at the sight, his chest rising and falling with hollow breaths. “What did you do?” You growled, eyes flicking back up to meet the mans gaze in front of you. His head was tilted forward, a coy smirk playing on his lips as your tried to make out more distinct features. His eyes were hidden by the mop of dark hair on his head, but you could easily see the difference in tones of his skin. Some of it was normal, smooth even. But there were parts that were dark purple, scars covering its surface. It chilled you to the bone, sending your hips back in the chair that restrained you. Your eyes flicked down to your hands, realizing that you were tied up exactly like Bakugou. A small laugh escaped the man’s lips, shaking his head before tilting his head back so his vivid blue eyes could focus on you. “I didn’t do anything at all, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He spat sarcastically, bringing his hand back and landing another sharp slap to your face. A small cry escaped your lips, feeling the taste of iron fill your mouth. There was a small gash on the inside of your cheek, where you had clenched down your teeth to try and ease some of the pain. It was bleeding a lot more than you had thought, slowly dribbling down your lip and landing on your exposed thighs.

Were you naked? Your eyes flicked down quickly at the realization, finding yourself in nothing more than the panties you had slipped on this morning in a hurry to get to class, and the bra that matched it. A horrified expression crossed your face, causing the man to laugh again. In a small instant, you recognized him. He was the one who had tried to kill Deku, the one who so many people had lost their lives to catch. He was the one who had been behind Bakugou, pressing the cloth to his mouth. You were completely and utterly screwed.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He hummed, taking a small step back and gently rubbing his reddened knuckles. They looked a bit irritated from the force of the slap to wake you, and the blow he had just delivered. “Where are my fucking clothes?” You couldn’t contain your fury, your voice raising with every passing syllable. His smirk only grew with your question as you tried to rack your brain for any reasonable explanation as to why Bakugou was sat across from you, trapped in this musty basement. You didn’t have to read his mind to know why you weren’t wearing any clothes, clenching your jaw harder. He slowly stalked towards you, hands clenching around the chair behind your shoulders. His face was mere inches away from yours, your body trembling in terror. You felt weak, helpless, like this. It disgusted you. “You’re not going to need them.” He spoke, his voice uneasily calm. It made your stomach clench harder, wishing you hadn’t skipped breakfast this morning.

“Fuck. You.” You spat, baring your teeth slightly as your shoulders jerked forward. Your small hands were clenched into fists, the rage deep in your eyes was uncontrollable. “Someone has to fucking put you in your place, brat.” He growled, voice gruff as he violently shoved the chair back, sending your back to collide with the hard floor. A loud groan escaped your lips, the impact knocking the wind out of your body. How much had they given Bakugou? He barely even stirred. Bone chilling shivers danced up and down your spine as Dabi loomed over you, his fingers now toying with the button on his pants. “You’ll learn.” He grunted, taking his time as he descended onto your helpless body.

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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Pretty basic but could we have a continuation of sorts for the fic with Shoto/Bakugou/Deku sharing a darling? This time they're maybe in school and the darling wants to save a student from getting beat up by Bakugou (for talking smack about her) but Shoto holds her back ("you don't want to cause more problems, right?) Deku is dealing with teachers somewhere else.

I did decide to give Izuku more of an active role, since he was sort left-out of the last group get-to-together, but I tried to maintain the general vibe of your request. Hopefully, these caring boys can meet your expectations.

TW: Gaslighting and Violence (Both Minor).

Sometimes, you forgot how strong your partners were.

With both of Shoto’s arms looped around your torso, pressing down on your ribs and making it so difficult to breathe, you couldn’t help but feel fragile, compared to the man you were being held by. The others were no better, really, Izuku muttering compromises only to be drowned out by your own louder arguments and struggling as you drove your heel into Shoto’s foot in the hope that he would pull back. But, his only reaction was to hold you closer, minimizing the space between his chest and your back, making it so that you couldn’t hit him, not unless you wanted to hurt yourself in the process.

He couldn’t make you stop yelling, though, your voice as shrill as it was deafening. This deep into the courtyard, after hours and away from the classrooms, you knew no teacher would ever hear you. Bakugo, on the other hand, was only a few meters away, and he’d always been the most empathetic of your boyfriends. Not that ‘empathy’ meant much, when you were surrounded by such monsters.

“Let her go!” You demanded, throwing your elbow back into Shoto’s chest. He accepted the blow with a low grunt, only shaking his head as one of his hands worked it’s was between the two of you, his hold soon transferred to your wrists. Izuku tried to help, tried to shut you up as Katsuki worked, but you spoke over him, barely the nails digging into your shoulders. “She hasn’t done anything, don’t hurt her!”

Katsuki just growled, throwing the underclassmen in his arms to the ground, pinning her down with a foot on her ankle, the girl whimpering as something in her leg snapped. Some part of you recognized her, but that was where the connection ended. Still, it was enough for you to know she was just as helpless as you were, another General Studies student who could hardly look Katsuki in the eye, let alone get away from him. She was weak, practically quirkless, and most likely, innocent. Katsuki clearly didn’t see it that way, only pressing down harder as you strained to get away from your own captor. “I heard ‘er and those dumbass friends of her’s talking shit about you. Didn’t even try to hide it when I came around.” His eyes narrowed, scowl deepening into something akin to disgust, like he’d seen her kill your puppy rather than insult your haircut. “The bitch deserves this.”

Again, you opened your mouth, but Izuku was swift to interrupt you, pressing himself against your chest as he spoke, making a vain attempt to keep you quiet. “Please, don’t try to fight with Kacchan,” He pleaded, his arms wrapping around your waist. He was a head shorter than you, but it hadn’t taken you long to realize how easily he could crush someone as frail as yourself, if he ever felt the need to. “He’s trying to do something nice for you, and you would see that, if… “ Izuku swallowed, like he had a reason to be nervous. “Maybe, you should just try to see things from our perspectives-”

“No! I don’t want this.” You tried to control your breathing, to calm yourself down, but the only result seemed to be a new crack in your voice. Izuku caught on first, hugging you a little tighter, his hold seeming to grow more protective as you straightened your back, looking over him to focus on Katsuki. “Bakugo, just… let her go. I don’t want to be with someone who won’t listen to me.”

It took a moment, your heart nearly breaking before he sighed, taking a step away from the girl and letting her scramble to her feet, the underclassman making a run for it without so much as a ‘thank you’. You watched her leave, half-tempted to follow her lead as Shoto’s arms feel from your form, Izuku resigning himself to releasing you, hanging off the approuching blonde, instead. The air quickly turned stiff, and you were half tempted to break the silence yourself. Luckily, Shoto beat you to it, taking Izuku’s place on your shoulders without a second thought. “It’s for your safety, we can’t let people talk about-”

“You can’t let people look at me, either,” You barked, glaring at your shoes. Snapping at them directly never worked in your favor, if the bruises on your legs were anything to judge by.

You felt Izuku before you saw him, the boy cupping your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. He was nothing short of painfully concerned, but with a gentle peck to your nose, he made it clear that he wasn’t planning on easing your worries, any time soon. “Like Todoroki said, we’re trying to protect you. Kacchan more than anyone, even if you refuse to see it. She was trying to turn your own classmates against you,” Izuku paused, scanning over you as he tugged at Katuski’s hand, effectively sheltering you between the three of them. Trapping you between them. “We couldn’t just sit back and let that happen. What kind of boyfriends would that make us?”

Before you could answer, Katsuki cut in, brushing the hair out of your face, only making the tears forming in your eyes more evident. “C’mon, you’re not going to be angry that someone’s helping you, right?”

In your defense, you did try to pull away, to go to your dorm and think about this rationally, but Shoto simply caught your hand, pulling you back. Soon, you were in the same position you’d started in, slotted against his chest and barely keeping yourself together, tears already beginning to gather on your cheeks. If Shoto noticed, he didn’t care, his voice as unbothered as ever when he spoke. “This is why you need us, (Y/n). You’re just… not strong enough to stand up for yourself.”

He was right, in a way. You weren’t strong enough.

Your ‘relationship’ was better proof of that than anything.

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petri808 · 4 years

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Bleak in the Light of Hope

@twinstarsweek summer storm/injury

“Fucking remind me why the fuck were out here in a goddamn typhoon?!”

“Kacchan, it’s part of our job to help people no matter what.”

“Shut the fuck up Deku, I didn’t ask your opinion. If people are stupid enough not to prepare it ain’t my problem.”

The blonde wasn’t wrong in a way. Unlike a tsunami, typhoon’s came with an advanced warning thanks to weather tracking. But while scientists had predicted when it would reach Japan, they hadn’t expected it to turn and hit Tokyo directly or strengthen into a category 4 typhoon by the time it did. Most of the modern buildings would weather the storm fine, but Japan was full of older buildings scattered throughout the city that couldn’t.

Toss into the mix flooding from the sheer volume of rain, broken gas lines triggering outbreaks of fires, and storm surges battering the coasts, the pro heroes had their hands full. So, the students were brought in to assist, told first to check on their families, then jump in and help wherever they were needed.

“Can we just focus Kacchan! I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do!” After helping secure their parents residences in Musutafu, the pair were unwillingly stuck in the same area of Shizuoka prefecture together.

Cries for help were coming in from all around them. Be it elderly individuals who weren’t able to secure windows, to restaurants who’s gas lines broke and needed to be shut down. Older style homes with heavy tile roofing became projectiles in the 140 mph winds. It was like a war zone with nature on one side and humans on the other.

The pair had taken shelter in an older warehouse type building. It was clear of people, so they took the opportunity to reassess what to do next. Outside, the winds sounded like a freight train ripping along the tracks. The sealed-up building shook and trembled as the pressure inside mounted. This was bad, like really bad. Izuku was growing worried that something would have to give.

“Do you feel that?” His eyes constantly flicking back and forth around the space. “We should get moving,” Izuku prompts his friend. The pressure change inside the building was palpable.

“This place seems strong enough to hold out, so why the fuck we gotta go back out there?! Do you not realize how strong that wind is?!”

“Kacchan, it’s…”

Loud explosions and massive popping sounds ricochet in a domino effect all around them. They have no time to react when the pressure built up inside the building finally implodes. The men dive for cover as the walls and roof collapse in on them. It was all they could do.

By the time Katsuki wakes up and realizes the situation they’d landed in, the pair were pinned down with minimal room to move. It was pitch black and dust filled his lungs from all the debris floating in the air. He starts to cough when he hears a moaning sound close by. “Deku?!”

“Ka—cchan…”

Oh, shit that didn’t sound good! He takes out his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight option. ‘Hell, yeah it still works!’ They were trapped under a large slab of concrete, possibly a fallen floor from above them. It was kept propped by even more broken concrete and twisted metal beams. As far as Katsuki could assess, he could sit up but not stand, and to move he would have to crawl.

He gets on his hands and knees. “Deku talk to me!”

“H-Hurts… Kacchan…”

The blonde follows the sound of his friends voice a few feet until the outline of the man’s red shoes comes into view. Katsuki crawls faster. “Can you move?!”

“No.”

Fuck. When he reaches Izuku his heart drops as his eyes fall on the piece of rebar sticking out of the man’s arm and a small pool of blood underneath it. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He needed to get the bar out and stop the bleeding. Katsuki sits beside the man, scanning and calculating just how in the hell was he supposed to do just that.

“Kacchan, just leave me, get out if you can before anything else decides to go.”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku! I ain’t fucking leaving you here dumbass!”

Precious seconds were passing by as the blonde assessed the situation. He had an idea but wasn’t sure if he could actually pull it off. If he could control the explosion in a precise manner and split the rebar into two pieces, he could pull out the part that pinning Izuku’s arm.

“This is gonna hurt so, I don’t know, fucking bite down hard and look away.”

Katsuki holds the rebar between his palms, both applying pressure in a downward trajectory to keep it from moving as well as to create a vacuum space in his hands. He focuses deeper than he’s ever done before, knowing that any miscalculation could result in causing another collapse or blowing his friends arm off. “I’m gonna start counting down from three.” He talks out loud so Izuku knows what’s going on.

Taking a slow, deep breath Katsuki begins.

And on the count of one releases a powerful, pinpoint explosion against the half inch diameter piece of rebar. The loud bang echoes painfully in their confines and rattles the surrounding structure. Katsuki stiffens for a moment, bracing himself for the worst-case scenario, but luckily the vibrations only kicked up dust and the fallen structure holds.

He slowly releases his hands from the superheated metal. It was snapped! The top portion remained stuck in the concrete above them, but now he could remove the piece still in Izuku. “I’m gonna pull it out, are you ready?”

“No, just hurry up.”

This time, Katsuki uses his knees to hold down Izuku’s arm, one on each side around the bar. He then takes hold of the rebar with both hands. “Brace!” He cries out as he yanks as quickly as he can.

Izuku’s high-pitched scream blasts the space, but Katsuki wasn’t finished. He immediately turns the bar over and takes the end that he’d just broken off that was still hot and sticks it into the man’s wounds to cauterize it. The blonde flinches as his friend’s body reacts, trying to flail from the pain. He holds steady with his legs, counting the seconds. One second, two second, check the wound. Two more seconds, finally the bleeding looked like it had stopped.

Katsuki drops the broken rebar to the side, gets off his friends arm, and slumps back, releasing the air he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. After a few seconds of silence, “You still alive, Deku?”

“Barely. Thank you Kacchan f-for doing that.”

The man’s voice was weak and Katsuki didn’t like that at all. He grabs Izuku’s hand and squeezes, “well, don’t you dare die on me nerd. I ain’t about to be pulling a dead body out of here.”

“I’ll do my best,” Izuku croaks back.

Their situation was still dire, and the blonde knew it. His friend had lost a lot of blood and that alone could send the man into shock. He need to get them out of there, but he couldn’t see a way out. The rubble was packed so densely, it wasn’t allowing even the tiniest sliver of light through. Everyone was probably still in the midst of the typhoon efforts and here they were, now the victims needing saving. Katsuki texts Eijiro and Uraraka hoping they would answer, giving their approximate location. Both classmates answers immediately that they were on their way, but it would take them about at least an hour since they were in different prefectures.

With nothing more he can do about their situation the blonde lays down next to his friend. He was mentally and physically exhausted, ready to take a nice hot shower and crash. It was also awkward being there in the dark, silent space with the sound of the hurricane winds and rains still battering outside with occasional creaks and groans from what was left of this building. Guess the void they were stuck in did have one plus point. It kept the weather away.

They pass the time in silence which unless he were to check his phone, Katsuki couldn’t tell how long it really was. To him it felt like forever, waiting, the sounds around them made eerier in the darkness. It gave too much time for his mind to wander into territories he’d long avoided. Or maybe it was the fact, he could have lost his childhood friend that tormented him. Such a notion churned his stomach more than he wanted to admit, but what if instead of the rebar… no, he didn’t want to think about it.

Katsuki reaches out and takes hold of Izuku’s hand.

“Kacchan?”

“Shhh! Don’t speak!” To talk about it would have to make it real despite the fact it was actually happening; the why of holding Izuku’s hand. It felt so weird and wonderful at the same time to hold his friend’s hand. Intimacy without acknowledging it. “J-Just squeeze my hand once in a while so I know you’re still awake.”

Almost understanding his turmoil, Izuku could feel a slight tremble coming off of his friend, and the choked tone of his words. His heart knew the hothead cared even if he rarely showed it and if the situation were reversed, he would be struggling to keep it together. He squeezes his hand back and leaves the topic alone, content to simply have his friend by his side. “Okay, Kacchan…”

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dragonshadow02 · 4 years

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Part one of my fic for the #bakudekubirthdayexchange for CB who I don't know if is on tumblr. I saw someone say they would post theirs chapter by chapter and I kind of like the idea. Especially since I'm waiting for my Ao3 password reset.

Notes: in this AU Izuku didn't gain OFA from Allmight.

Courting a Villian-

The warehouse was silent, save for the drip, drip, drip of the rain and the soft whimpers of the woman bound to the wall. The sole other occupant of the building was waiting on the thin catwalk above for the rest of the players to set the stage.

Izuku Midoriya-Deku- former hero enthusiast- and currently one of the most dangerous villains Musutafa had ever known- was done playing games. Someone would come busting into his sanctuary soon, and who it was would decide his captives fate. If they had decided to play nice and read his little love letter, he knew exactly who it would be...and if they hadn't, he got to play-it would be fun either way. A shiver of excitement traveled down the emerald haired villains spine, Ground Zero would be here soon ready to fight, and -if he was lucky something far more enjoyable. The dark grey and green-clad figure rose from his crouch with a soft creak of metal, the catwalk was in disrepair, covered in rust but he was confident that it would do its job. The pale man's lips twitched as he heard a soft sound, neck rolling as he looked to the side. There was no extra light, he had known there wouldn't be, but the heavy tread of combat boots was hard to miss. In one smooth movement, Izuku launched himself over the safety rail, freefalling to land like a cat on the dirty concrete.

"Welcome, Kacchan" He rose from his crouch as he spoke, lips spreading into a wide, slightly deranged grin. With a small click of the remote in his pocket the lights came on, illuminating his freckled face, and most importantly, his captive. The villian was far more interested though, in the hero that opposed him. The low light cast shadows over his face, but Izuku could imagine the way his brow creased in anger. Ground Zero was always ten times more attractive when he was angry...Or maybe that's just him being twisted. He had been told he was insane by more than one person-of course they usually ended up dead...but that didn't matter. Bakugou was the focus of his universe. They had shared a dream, a dream to become the number one hero, but Izuku had been born quirkless. Once All Might himself had told Izuku that he could never be a hero, he had spiraled into a deep depression, he had turned his back on All Might after Kacchans rescue, even though the hero had tried to talk to him again. Being told off for trying to save a friend had been the last thing he'd needed and he was positive that, that was what his idol had had in mind. Watching Katsuki get prepared for the U.A. Exam...being told he would never be a hero- It had broken him. His dreams had been gone. He had continued to hero chase, and record and theorize by habit, but the fire behind the curiosity was gone. That had all changed when he had stumbled upon his childhood doctor meeting with a group of known villains.

/ Izukus hand was shaking as he wrote slowly in his notebook, mouth dry with fear. He was going to die. As much as he had thought about it in the wake of his recent setback, being faced with the reality was terrifying. He didn't want to die. He couldn't move other than the delicate scratch of pen across the paper. A soft shuffling sound came from behind him and his heart jumped with terror, there was an impact against his head...then blackness and he knew no more/

The villain shook his head to clear it, he shouldn't be thinking about the weakling he had been. The Doctor had seen his analytical mind as an asset, had given him a quirk, a way to be useful. Izuku hadn't realized until Katsuki was in his second year at U.A. that the powerful quirk he had been given had been his own that the doctor had stolen from him as a child. It was then that he had decided never to let anyone take advantage of him again. He had left the League and made sure they would never try to take him back. He would become the number one villain, Kacchans foil. He was more than a little in love with the hero that currently stood in front of him, growling with impatience, but Izuku was standing silent with a crooked grin on his face. Finally, Ground Zero had had enough and stomped forward towards his silent rival, fists crackling menacingly with explosions.

"What the FUCK are you doing you crazy nerd? You told them to send me and I fucking came. Give me the hostage and crawl back into whatever hole you came out of."

Izuku raised a finger and waggled it back and forth, taking a step back and waving an arm grandiosely in the direction of the struggling woman. " The wife of....whatever his name is is right there. I haven't hurt a hair on her pretty little head." He twitched a finger and the chain wrapped around the woman's neck tightened. " Yet."

He tilted his head to the side slowly, green eyes meeting masked crimson. " She's not important, just you..." He took a step towards Katsuki. " I needed you to come because you weren't answering my calls" A pout fell over Izukus freckled face " I wanted to ask you out Kacchan...expecially after all of the fun we've had." The metal jangled and tightened again ripping a strangled gasp from the woman. " Since you wouldn't let me ask you out, I've decided that you get to court me instead." He tilted his whole body to the side and looked at the ash-blonde hero through green bangs. " Doesn't that sound fun? If you agree I'll give her to you as a...faith gift. If you refuse, she dies and you get to tell the head of the Heroes Commission that you let his wife die...so sad for you and your victories" The answering snarl was music to Izukus ears. He continued quickly before Katsuki could get a word in. " So Kacchan, this is how it'll be... You. court me. Bring me presents...ask me on dates" He waved a hand. " Knit me a scarf" His smirk grew into a grin as he added that little bit of humiliation in...Katsuki hated knitting. Forty-Five calls and over a hundred text messages from various burner phones and Katsuki hadn't responded to a single one. Izuku was feeling a little ghosted to say the least. He knew he'd have to take drastic measures to get what he wanted.

" You're out of your fucking MIND if you think I'll agree to that bullshit." The blonde had grown better at keeping his temper from effecting his quirk, but Izuku could see the glow of his palms as he clenched them tightly. " I'm not going to act like a fucking girl."

"ah, ah, aaah men can knit too" Izuku waggled his finger again. " Do you really want to lose your perfect streak? I thought you wanted to be number one, Kacchan" He shrugged slowly as his rival seethed. " A hero always wins....isn't that what you said once?" The green-haired villian started to walk towards the woman on the wall only to be body blocked by Katsuki. A feral grin spread across the villians face, that was more like it.

He may not have a strength quirk but he was durable, and he'd been through hell in Musutafas underground. He and Katsuki had met each other in battle more than once and had broken even.

The green-eyed Villian jumped back from the hit to minimize its strength, bringing the power of his mind to bear to keep Katsuki away from him for now. Their usual fight and fuck routine wasn't his aim right now and he knew if they got into a brawl that was exactly what would happen. Izuku could feel the adrenaline singing through his veins pushing him to fight, but he wanted more than that now.

His hand raised and his captive gagged again. " We're not here for that Kacchan. No fighting this time. Deal or no deal." Was dating him...wooing him so objectionable that Katsuki would let someone die to avoid it? Or was it the scarf thing? It didn't matter. Date or Death. That's what it came down to. Green eyes held crimson yet again, but this time Izuku wouldn't turn away, jaw set in a stubborn line as his captive passed out from lack of oxygen. Katsuki snarled and punched the scarred villain in the jaw before turning towards the woman. " This is the worst fucking way to ask someone out, nerd. No fucking girly shit but I'll take you on a goddamn date like you want." Ground Zero freed his captive, checking her pulse and throwing a nasty smirk over his shoulder. " Should have known you'd be begging for more after you'd had a taste." The heroes cocky voice sent a shiver of arousal through the villain even as is irritated him. " Am I begging Kacchan, or do I have you exactly where I want you?" He whispered as he let the hero carry her out the window. Apparently he'd need something a little more convincing to get the kind of reaction he wanted from his obsession. He really wanted that scarf. He wanted Katsuki to make something...show Izuku that he was worth the effort. He had seen a teenager work for hours for her beloved. it was a connection between them, those feelings. He wanted Katsuki to prove he felt something more for him than lust...even though they would always be on different sides and one would kill the other eventually...that was an understanding he knew they had. Katsuki would never let anyone but Izuku kill him, and Izuku refused to let anyone but Katsuki have that honor...but at least they would have now.

He would need to send a more strongly worded love letter, luckily he knew exactly where to find it.

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makeste · 5 years

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on mysterious vestiges and intricate OFA time-travel plots

okay so I have done a lot of thinking about this over the course of the past week and have finally reached a point where I feel like I’ve more or less organized my thoughts, so here goes lol.

first off, a quick clarification; my lack of commentary on this in the recaps was due to my complete and utter failure to pay attention. sometimes I miss some pretty big details. in this case, I was so caught up in analyzing the OFA Avatars we could see that I failed to pay much notice to the two silhouettes aside from checking if either of them looked to be female. it didn’t occur to me to look for similarities to characters we already knew, because that wasn’t even a possibility in my head. obviously these two characters died years and years ago, so there’s no way they could possibly look familiar! logic! lol. (and off-topic, but I like to think this lends more weight to the Dabi = Touya theory because it just goes to show you that if you dismiss a possibility out of hand, your brain can completely ignore some pretty compelling evidence. so I think it is possible that Endeavor wouldn’t have recognized his grown up evil villain kid.)

anyway, so let’s start off by posting the silhouettes in question, from chapters 193 and 194:

and now some side-by-side comparisons. I’m going to start with Kiri first, mainly because I think the evidence isn’t as persuasive in his case.

like... I dunno. the shoulder pads are definitely similar, and an argument can be made that the silhouette clearly has something on their face that might be an upgraded version of Kiri’s faceguard. but that’s where the similarities end (and even with the faceguard, Kiri’s has a distinctly pointy shape that’s clearly more decorative than functional and which I believe is meant to emulate Crimson Riot’s distinctive pointy hairstyle. him changing up the look would defeat that purpose).

the hairstyle is very different. Kiri’s hair has a very pointy look to it whether he’s wearing it down in its natural state or gelled up in his usual spikes. a style like this would mean he’s grown it out to the point where his bangs are gone and it’s long enough to pull back completely with no hair coming loose on the sides. this would imply a significant timeskip prior to whatever is going on here. and that’s one thing I don’t see Horikoshi doing based on his interviews (though hey, who knows, I could be wrong).

lastly, there’s the matter of why Kirishima would be involved with OFA, story-wise. with Kacchan it makes some sense, since his story has been tied to Izuku’s from page one of the series, and over time his character has become increasingly connected to the OFA plot. Kiri, though, lacks any involvement in OFA matters as of now. he also lacks the personal connection to Izuku that Katsuki has; in fact he’s probably at least a good 5-6 characters down if I were to make a list of the 1-A students that Izuku is most closely connected to.

so given all this, for now I’m inclined to say that this figure is more than likely not Kirishima. as for who it might be instead, there’s a theory which I can’t find the link to (I’ll edit if/when I do) that it could be AFO’s masked bodyguard from chapter 193, which could be interesting and would make sense timeline-wise (if he was the second or third wielder). and their appearances do somewhat match up, although again it’s not exact.

aside from this, though, I have no current theories on their identity or why it’s currently being concealed. so for now, let’s move on to the other figure instead.

this last one is what sold me. with the other two images, I could be convinced that the similarities are just coincidence. we do, after all, have plenty of other characters with similarly spiky hair.

but for me, that last comparison goes past what can be considered a coincidental resemblance. here, take a look at it again, this time with the left image superimposed over the right:

this isn’t just “oh it looks kind of like his hairstyle/gauntlets/neck guard.” this doesn’t just resemble him; this is his exact profile. for Horikoshi to have drawn this and not been aware of the resemblance is frankly impossible. which means it must have been done intentionally.

besides which, there’s also the question of why he would keep the character’s identity hidden otherwise. if their appearance isn’t actually some sort of spoiler, then why hide it? I can’t think of any reason, which leads me to believe that it’s not just the hair, but the face as well. for whatever reason, this character design deliberately resembles Bakugou’s.

now granted, that doesn’t mean it actually is him. here are some other possibilities I can think of:

reincarnation (or hinted/implied reincarnation)

an ancestor of his

it’s not actually Kacchan, but whoever it is has a quirk that allows them to appear to others in the form of someone close to them, and so to Deku, they appear to be identical to Kacchan

some unrelated character that just happens to resemble him in a way which is intentional on Horikoshi’s part but coincidental in the story (possibly for humor purposes; “dsflkj he looks just like Kacchan how in the -- !?”)

however, I’ll be perfectly honest; none of these rings true to me. reincarnation doesn’t really seem to fit the tone of the series thus far. OFA itself is about as spiritual as we’ve gotten here. aside from that, we’ve steered pretty clear of metaphysical concepts and anything relating to religion, souls, afterlives, etc., so this would be a bit of a whiplashy concept to introduce at this point.

as for an ancestor, that seems more possible (particularly since we’ve seen that genes run incredibly strong on Mitsuki’s side of the family), but also would involve more coincidence than Horikoshi usually tends to work with. Katsuki’s ancestor just happened to be one of the original wielders of OFA, and now half a dozen generations down the line, his descendant just so happens to develop close personal ties to not one but two other OFA users. I mean, it could happen, but it’s odd, and I don’t really see the necessity of throwing in a detail like this, and it’s not often that Horikoshi does something simply for the hell of it without having some kind of purpose.

regarding option #3... it’s possible? weird, but possible. I don’t have any real rebuttals for it, other than it’s just really weird. I really only listed this because the idea occurred to me and I wasn’t able to completely dismiss it lol.

and lastly, the full-blown coincidence option. the character just happens to look like Kacchan. now @interstellar-elf, I know you mentioned the possibility of Horikoshi reusing a character design from a previous series:

here’s an image of Nina for those unfamiliar (she shows up in chapters 4 and 5 of the series, which you can find on the usual manga reading sites, sometimes listed as Sensei no Baruji instead of Barrage):

anyways, here’s my issue with this though -- this character design has already been reused. with Kacchan himself (and Mitsuki). if Horikoshi wanted to dust off an old design, I don’t think he would choose one so similar to an existent character, let alone one of the principal characters in the series. he has plenty of other available designs that aren’t going to invite the same comparisons. he already has two characters with strikingly similar appearances to Nina’s; why create a third? and again, why hide it if it doesn’t actually have some sort of plot importance?

all this leads me to believe that the most likely explanation is the simplest one: the shadowed figure that looks like Kacchan... is Kacchan.

and I know that I said “simplest” just now, but obviously a revelation like this would be anything but. how and why would Kacchan possibly be chilling out in Deku’s OFA dream presented as one of the 8 previous OFA avatars?? and here is my best answer: I have no idea. lol. this is beyond strange. chances are that any explanation I can come up with is going to end up being wildly off base.

having said that, the rest of this post is basically just wild conjecture. because if it is Kacchan, then there’s really only one possible explanation for how it would be possible:

time travel, bitches.

I know, I know. first off: is that even possible? but I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say yes. partly because all things are possible, because quirks; and partly because superhero comic storylines are fucking rife with motherfucking time travel. it’s a comic book staple. some of the most beloved storylines (Days of Future Past, anyone?) hinge on it. so yeah, sure, why not? let’s say it’s a thing.

and so now we finally get to the part of the post where I basically go nuts and basically just describe to you all the elaborate time travel plot that I came up with. will this be what happens in the series? almost certainly not. I’ll be honest, I have no idea what’s actually going to happen. not the slightest clue where this is leading. this all still seems really weird to me. but what I can tell you is what kind of plot I would come up with if I was the one writing it, and basically just doing what I want but whilst trying to fit the plot within the existing canon and what we know.

so here goes!

AFO comes up with a plan to undo the whole “All Might melted off my face” thing -- nay, the whole “All Might” problem to begin with -- by sending someone back in time to halt the OFA cycle by killing one of the past wielders. (not sure why they wind up going so far back in order to do this; maybe they only have minimal control of the actual time travel and kind of have to work with what they’ve got)

it more or less works, but Deku and Kacchan are caught up within the time travel user’s quirk and thus spared from the Back to the Future-like effects. but somehow they’re able to see what happens, and they realize that the bad guy somehow altered the past and they have to figure out what (s)he did and stop them

whilst in the past, Deku spots someone he recognizes from his OFA dream (most likely the guy standing in between All Might and Trench Coat, by process of elimination) and is all “oh snap that’s one of my OFA homies”

he then realizes “oh shit Time Travelling Bad Guy is trying to fucking kill this dude” and so he and Kacchan try to stop it

they are only partially successful; TTBG succeeds in mortally wounding OFA IV (oh yeah, forgot to mention that it turns out this is the fourth OFA user). but, in order to keep the OFA line from dying out, OFA IV passes the quirk along to Kacchan (because it has to be him, because Deku already has it and no one wants to experiment with what might happen if someone gives you OFA twice. and also, it’s possible that at this point the mysterious shadowy figure in Deku’s head has cleared up some and he realizes that it is Kacchan, and that this is all part of some closed time loop/predestination paradox bullshit lulz)

so now Kacchan is all “wtf am I supposed to do with this shit now, though, I obviously can’t stay here in the fucking past forever, we’ve gotta figure out a way back” and Deku is like “yeah”

and something something plot coincidence they end up running into OFA VI (because Kacchan is of course OFA V, since it’s the only number that’s part of his name), a.k.a. Trench Coat, whom Deku also recognizes and is like “OH SHIT, KACCHAN, GO AND GIVE IT TO THAT GUY”

so they do, thus succeeding in preserving OFA so that Nana, All Might, and then Deku can one day receive it, and thus restoring the timeline back to its natural “AFO gets his face potato-ized by All Might whether he likes it or not” state

and something something they figure out a way back (or maybe the time travel quirk just wears off, maybe they only had 24 hours or some shit like that), The End

except not quite because lol now Deku’s got a version of Kacchan just chilling out in his head, so that’s fun. and then the one thing that I don’t really like about this theory: the fact that this means he’ll end up getting Kacchan’s quirk. though maybe he’ll just avoid using it since it doesn’t feel right. or maybe he can’t use it without injuring himself since his palms don’t have the same resistance to said quirk that Kacchan’s do. or something like that. or maybe he somehow doesn’t get the quirk after all for whatever reason, but that seems less likely though

aaand that’s it. honestly, this would be a lot of fun but it also seems... how to put this... wildly indulgent, lol. like, this would be a dream arc for me. so for that reason alone I’ve got a lot of doubts. and also I have doubts because it feels like something out of Star Trek. not quite sure that this would fit in with the general tone of the series. mostly it’s just me throwing ideas out there. but hey, it’s fun, so.

anyways, so this post ended up being so much longer than I originally intended, but tl;dr: whatever the case ends up being, I think that one silhouette likely is Bakugou, and the most likely explanation is that some sort of time travel is involved. other than that I really don’t have much of a clue lol. if you guys have thoughts hit me up!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #midoriya izuku #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #tbh there's no explanation for any of this that isn't intensely weird #the whole thing is just totally bizarre #I keep trying to come up with alternate explanations #but every time I go back to that third kacchan silhouette and it's like damn though #that's him!!#it's just so out there #guess we'll see #bak-u-go

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imfantasticbelieveme · 5 years

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Spoiled Deku pt3

Okay so... picture this

1A classroom was as loud as 19 teens who have only know each other for a week could be, that was surprisingly loud, however Aizawa just entered his classroom shutting "you have five seconds to be quiet and sit in your places" giving them a glare with his quirk activated for major effect and it worked like magic.

"I have an important announce to make" pausing a little on purpose so they actually pay him enough attention, Aizawa continued "as you all know, since day one I have made clear that we are missing one student since we are supposed to be a class of twenty but I have not give you neither the reason or the motive behind it" the students started to murmur between them on surprise except for Bakugo who didn't care and Todoroki who already knew "shut up, I'm going to explain now everything because your newest classmate is going to arrive any minute from now with Nedzu and I don't want you to bother them with unnecessary questions" he gave them an overall glance "this one student is the only one who has had their spot in this class reserved since at least two years ago..." there was collective surprise on the majority of the class faces" UA has been giving it's all to ensure that they would choose us above their others options, one of them being a full scholarship in Shiketsu Academy and another one begin given private and personalized lessons on I-island as well a full scholarship on one of their schools" Aizawa didn't know if his students could be more surprised, by now even Bakugo was having a bad time pretending to not paid attention " you should also know that the main reason that UA is so adamant on having them in our facilities is because Nedzu himself has been more that pleased with their ability to analyze and decipher quirks by just having a little glance at them, apart of that they have demonstrated to be able to find the best applications of said quirks and to come out with forms to minimize the drawback when in use. Having someone with that kind of knowledge at our disposition could help to improve our teaching and the way that we ghide the rest of you... after a week of waiting we finally got a response from them yesterday, and what is better, a positive one" the homeroom teacher took a deep breath " they also offer great input and benefits to our school, but that would come to your knowledge as time progresses, it's no little thing to say that the principal really wanted then here and he went above and beyond to make UA look as the better option"

"Sensei" interrupt Kaminari "Sorry, but this makes it sound like this person didn't want to come here at all"

"Kaminari has a point" continued Mina "you have made them sound like some kind of super genius that UA would die to have, are they really that great? And if so, why would they not want to come here? UA is the top school for heroes!"

Aizawa released a heavy sigh, he has to admit, this was one of the things that separates Midoriya from the rest " They did apply to AU, but we were just one of their options, as any smart person should do, they applied to more that just one school but the thing is, they got in on every single one and with offers from even outside of the country, AU has nothing great to offer to them that others schools could not but, as I already said, they have a lot to offer to us"

The look of shock on the classroom was almost unanimous "also..." Aizawa gave them a grin "they are here as All Might' s recommendation spot"

It was chaos after that.

#mine #spoiled deku #bnha fic #fic ideas #tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bnha

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technoplaguearchive · 5 years

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Cruel To Be Kind (1/4)

Midoriya just wants to help his long-time love interest get home, but gets a little more than he bargained for. Bakugou must come to terms with the fact that his way of dealing with stress isn’t working out and comes with some side-effects he hadn’t planned for. Both boys figure out that the only way through anything is honesty, with each other and themselves

Pairing: MidoriyaxBakugou / BakuDeku Rating: Teen & Up Category: M/M Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Originally Published: 2019/03/30 on AO3 Chapter: 1 of 4

Pulsing lights. Pulsing beats. Pulsing bodies.

Bodies everywhere.

Turn to the left; people. Turn to the right; more people.

Blood pumping in time with every beat.

This wasn’t something he was usually into, but desperate times had called for desperate measures. The house had been silent, empty. He couldn’t stand it anymore and had fled, ran right to his friends when they’d called. Their shock would make this night worth it, he rarely came out with them.

The last time they’d all gone out together had been over six months ago and they’d all drank so much that each had determined it was an awful idea. He, however, hadn’t minded it quite so much. With as stressed as heroing made him it wasn’t a bad respite, and it hadn’t messed with his work the next day.

After that, it had become a weekly thing, but he kept it confined to his own house; he drank on the nights he didn’t have to work the next day and he used the day off to recover from any after effects. Even his worst hangover hadn’t been too awful, at least based on what the others had told him of their numerous hangovers. The vomiting was minimal, and the headache was tolerable: years of dealing with the never-ending stress stupid Deku caused him had apparently given him some sort of tolerance, or at least raised his pain tolerance threshold (one could argue that as both a good and bad thing).

Tonight though- tonight he needed to be out. He needed the crush of people that he usually hated and the smell of sweat that wasn’t laced with nitroglycerin. His apartment had started getting claustrophobic and Kirishima had started calling him a hermit and threatening to bring people over; an effective threat since Bakugou hated the idea of those loud idiots in his place.

The club is packed as he makes his way through the entrance, people elbowing him and rubbing on him as he pushes his way further in. The text he received from Kirishima indicated they were in the small balcony near the back. Leave it to that crew to be extra when they went out. He can see the balcony tucked away in a corner and sure enough, there’s a crop of bright red hair he can spot a mile away. There’s a familiar pink puffball beside it that can only be Ashido Mina, which isn’t surprising. Kirishima hardly went anywhere in public without her, she was like his damn security blanket. He would have speculated long ago they were dating if he didn’t know them as well as he did. As it stood Kirishima preferred being single and Ashido didn’t seem like she was ready to settle either… in fact, Bakugou couldn’t recall ever actually seeing her with someone and he was sure she would have blown up their annoying group chat with pictures if she was with someone.

He takes the stairs two at a time up to the balcony, deliberately being loud to draw the attention of the crew of idiots he sometimes called his friends (not that he’d ever be caught dead saying that out loud- especially not within earshot of them). When he reaches the top he’s greeted with not a single damn one of them even looking in his direction. So much for the shock value of him actually showing up, they’d gone and blown that fucking plan out of the water. Assholes.

“Tch.”

Kaminari is the closest to the stairs and the first to hear Bakugou’s angry scoff, meaning Bakugou gets the pleasure of seeing the blonde’s face pale at the noise and his yellow eyes widen in a mix of half terror-half shock. Bakugou merely raises an eyebrow and cocks a hip against the stair railing as he watches Kaminari start flailing wildly and hitting his companions to get their attention; Kirishima gets a smack to the head, Sero gets a shoe to the ass, and Mina gets slapped on the back during the freakout.

Kirishima, blessed ray of sunshine that is almost always too bright for Bakugou to handle, is the first to turn around to see what the hell the electric blonde is panicking about. His eyes settle on the grumpy blonde at the stairs and that smile shoots upwards to its megawatt intensity. Bakugou chooses to ignore how Kirishima’s eyes rake over his body from toe to head as he smiles. Kirishima’s little crush was known throughout the group and Bakugou was always glad that the red headed idiot never tried to pressure him. Kirishima wasn’t a bad guy, but there was no room for romance in making it to the top hero spot.

“Bakubro! You showed up! Wow!” His huge smile is blindly bright up close, causing Bakugou to squint as Kirishima wraps his huge arms around him. Five seconds of it is all Bakugou can take before he’s working his hands between them to push the other man away with a grunt. Kirishima, however, takes it in stride and spins around to beam that smile at the rest of the group. “Look, Ashido! Bakugou showed up! You were totally right.”

Ashido’s knowing look causes Bakugou to growl in her direction, a noise that’s drowned out in the already thumping bass pulsing through the club. “Of course, he came, sweetie. We asked nicely after all. Even Bakugou can’t stay away from us forever- “she shoots him another sly look that has his eyebrow twitching “-no matter how much he pretends he can.”

The effect is near instantaneous and predictable; Bakugou leaps across the small space with a finger in her face, steam all but pouring from his ears. “Listen, you little pink shit. I’ll show up whenever and wherever I damn well please. Keep your conspiracy theories out of my life.” For effect he jabs his finger against her nose then backs off, taking up his spot against the railing by the stairs once more. Ashido scrunches her nose at the feeling then shoots him a smile full of teeth, leaning back into a small table behind her. She’s not wrong but damned if he was going to admit it.

They’d all managed to stay in touch since UA and no matter how much he tried to ignore the group he always ended up back around them. The ‘BakuSquad’, as they called themselves, stuck together through it all. And while openly he admonished their stupidity, secretly he was at least a little glad they hadn’t abandoned him because of his personality. Kirishima, bless his big ass heart, to this day still was his self-proclaimed best friend and the one who always asked him to do things with the group. They all knew Kirishima was the only one who could laugh off Bakugou’s bad attitude.

Kirishima latches an arm behind Bakugou’s neck and pulls him in for a side-hug. Bakugou does his best not to blow the other male up, barely managing to hold in an explosion only because he knew the club would probably boot him for it. Kirishima flashes him another huge grin and then throws an arm into the air with a shout, causing the blonde to wince and glare. “The gang’s all here! Let’s get this party started!” He releases Bakugou in order to round up the rest of their squad, pulling everyone into a side-hug as he ushers them towards the stairs. Suddenly he stops and turns to address everyone with an air of unusual seriousness. “No one’s on deck tomorrow, right,” he asks with a somber face. Bakugou resists the urge to chuckle at the look, opting instead to smirk as everyone shakes their heads in an affirmation that no, they all indeed had off tomorrow. Kirishima’s resulting triumphant grin is infectious. “Perfect,” he yells, almost too loud, “then let’s go drink!”

He watches his four friends file down the stairs and start pushing towards the bar, opting to stay behind and take his rightful place in the corner seat of the balcony. It had the best view of the club and he could watch the door too. Kirishima had given him hell last time about taking the spot but once Bakugou gave him ‘the look’ he’d quieted right down. Ashido’s obnoxious pink hair and horns make her the easiest to track in the crowd, easier to see than even Kirishima’s tall circus he called hair. Most of the crowd seems to part easily to let the heroes through, some knowing who they are and others just moving due to the confident air the group exuded. Separately they were all nutcases, but together even Bakugou had to admit they looked like a formidable bunch.

Seeing them safely at the bar, he decides to focus his attention elsewhere. Red eyes scan the crowd with focused scrutiny, looking for any potential troublemakers, but seeing everything relatively calm he settles back into his seat and pulls his phone out, slouching down and bringing the device up to glare directly into his retinas. Recovery Girl had yelled at him in school about holding his phone so close, but he didn’t care; it kept most everyone out of his face.

His phone shows six e-mails, four unread text messages, one missed call (probably his old hag of a mother), and fifteen group chat messages.

“Haaa?!”

That log had been empty when he got in here, he had made sure of it. That meant those idiots were chatting through it AT THE FUCKING BAR. He cuts a glare around the phone screen to get a glimpse of the bar, confirming all four idiots had their faces also buried in their phones. Had they even picked up drinks?

Growling low he taps to open the messenger app to see what all the fuss is about. The messages are steadily rolling in, punctuated by pictures that are taking forever to load. He scrolls to the top of the newest messages and starts reading through, curious to see what they found so intriguing that it interrupted their night.

Six messages and one screenshot later he wishes he hadn’t looked; Stupid. Fucking. Deku. That idiot was on his way to the club as well, if the screenshot from Ashido was true. She had invited him earlier in the night and he had just confirmed an hour ago that he would ‘try to make it out’. Bakugou was wishing he wouldn’t try and would just not show up. He didn’t need the stress of dealing with the green haired freckled idiot’s mumbling and staring. He wasn’t dressed right to be seen by- Whoa, no, stop that right fucking there. He just didn’t need to deal with Deku, period. End of story.

Growling to himself he taps out a response in the chat;

‘Get the fuck back here with my drink and stop mooning over broccoli-head.’

The response from Kirishima is an immediate wink-emoji followed by ‘You know I only have eyes for you, Bakubro.’

Bakugou rolls his eyes and stuffs his phone into his pocket without responding. No need to encourage Kirishima’s flirting, he got enough as it was.

He can see Kirishima now pushing his way back through the crowd and is met with the red head’s shining eyes minutes later. Kirishima squats down in front of Bakugou as a servant would and offers him the drink; some colorful concoction that looked tasty (not that Bakugou would say that out loud, no need to ruin his contrarian image). A softly spoken ‘tch’ is all Kirishima gets as Bakugou scoops the drink away and takes a sip.

Shit tasted as colorful as it looked.

Bakugou shoots Kirishima a look over the rim of the glass, eyes hard. “You did good, hair for brains. Nice job.”

Kirishima’s answering smile is all teeth and he jumps from his spot on the ground to cheer. He does some weird shimmy-dance that Bakugou won’t admit he follows with his eyes. Look, Kirishima wasn’t totally awful looking and Bakugou did have eyes…. he just also didn’t have time for dating but that didn’t mean he didn’t LOOK sometimes.

As if catching it despite Bakugou trying to be subtle, Kirishima’s eyes glint and he reaches a hand towards his friend. “Wanna come dance with me? I know you’re gonna get moody when Midoriya shows up and- “

There was the downside to Kirishima; he couldn’t keep his mouth closed.

Bakugou growls at him and bares his teeth. “Don’t you dare fucking talk like Deku has any control over my life.”

Kirishima’s hands shoot up in surrender and he backs off. Honestly, he should’ve known better but the idiot never THOUGHT. Now he would sit here angry all night.

Everyone always swooned over Deku. It hadn’t changed in all their years together and Bakugou could not understand the overwhelming appeal. Sure, his dumb round face was kind of adorable and his muttering was occasionally endearing… but that was it. And how was it that everyone was drawn to him? There wasn’t a single person Bakugou knew that didn’t immediately run to Deku like he was the world’s greatest thing.

Kirishima is still staring at Bakugou with those big dumb sad eyes, so Bakugou relents and shrugs. “‘S whatever. Just shut up about fucking Deku.”

The redhead bobs his head quickly in affirmation and grins, knowing he’s forgiven. “So, do you want to come dance with me?”

There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes that Bakugou wants to ignore but can’t. When they were still in school, he would have been able to but the years had seen his attitude diminish to being able to be around people without biting their heads off- and as always Kirishima had always been an exception. His thick skin apparently also protected his feelings; he had never seemed to get too hurt at what the angry blonde said and had never taken his threats seriously.

“Tch. Yeah fine, whatever” he relents, tossing back the rest of the shitty colorful concoction in one large swig. Ugh, gross. But at least it was gone and now he could move on to something different. He sets the glass down and rises to his feet to peg Kirishima with a stare. “Get me something stronger and I’ll meet you down there with the idiots.”

Kirishima is visibly eager to please as he rushes down the stairs and pushes through the crowd, causing Bakugou to smirk. He could probably get the other male to bark like a dog if he asked with enough conviction. Eh, maybe another time. For now, he’d settle with the redhead being his drink-gofer and dancing partner….and maybe when Deku showed up he’d bounce before he had the chance to see everyone go gaga over the freckled jackass.

~~~~~~

The night sees him actually enjoying time with the group despite his outward protestations. Kirishima has jumped to get him drinks the three other times he’s asked, Deku has yet to show up, Ashido has all but draped herself over Sero (no surprise there,) and Kaminari is hitting on everything that is even mildly attractive (also not a surprise).

What is surprising is Ashido sauntering back into their balcony retreat an hour later with shots balanced in her hands and one, somehow, grasped between her teeth.

“I’m not drinking that one, I don’t know what your lips have been all over tonight.”

After Mina dislodges the glass, she gives him a wink and a sultry smile. “Aw sweetie, you’re just jealous they haven’t been all over you.”

Tiny explosions start popping in his hands at her words as he all but yells, “What did you just say to me, you bubblegum haired alien?!”

Kirishima jumps to grab his hands and keep him away from their friend. “She was joking, Bakugou! You know she was joking!”

With a huff, the angry blonde turns away and crosses his arms across his chest effectively tucking his hands away from causing a disaster. This seems to pacify Kirishima whose smile looks close to fracturing from the stress of having to manage the human equivalent of dynamite, both in personality and quirk. Bakugou isn't stupid though; he knows blowing shit up would get them kicked out and he's not going down that road again. There's already a string of boring-ass coffee shops that won't let him, or any of his group, back in due to him exploding several coffee cups after a stressful day and the baristas fucking his order up cause they were too busy staring or giggling.

Ashido’s snicker only infuriates the angry blonde more, causing him to step towards her with the intent to give her a blast to the face. He’s halted in his tracks by Kirishima’s hands against his chest, the large male physically blocking his advance towards their friend. When Bakugou looks up to question him all he can see is Kirishima’s smile, sharp teeth on full display. “Chill out, man. Lemme go get you another drink and you just- just relax, yeah?”

Kirishima is already backing away to the stairs by the time he’s done speaking. Bakugou wants to question the movement because the redhead didn’t even give him a chance to answer and just decided for him, something Bakugou isn’t overly fond of. Did he want another drink? Fuck yes. But he wanted a choice in the matter and not Kirishima running to grab one to pacify the situation. Bakugou rolls his eyes instead of snapping at his friend. “Sure, whatever. Not that colorful shit again though. Get me something strong.”

Kirishima nods enthusiastically as he bounds down the stairs and darts through the crowd slow with more agility than Bakugou knew he possessed outside of stopping villains and saving people. Color him mildly impressed. He’d be more impressed though when he saw what Kirishima brought back.

With his number one fan now out of the way, Bakugou takes up his seat again and snatches two shot glasses from the table Ashido had deposited them on. The first one down his throat burns. The second shot to go down doesn’t burn any less but it’s more pleasant now that he’s expecting it, however, that doesn’t stop the grimace that spreads across his lips as he swallows. No one could ever accuse him of liking the taste, not when his face gave away how he felt. No, Bakugou Katsuki drank to unwind. To forget. To stop being himself. To get out of his head for a few hours. And it always worked, right until the next morning when the alcohol was gone, and he had to sit there and contemplate swallowing more liquid fire or just drinking water and pretending like he didn’t hate himself.

Ashido’s voice floats by in a buzz, yapping away about a recent rescue she’d done and how she got to save a cute guy. Bakugou wasn’t paying too much attention anymore, instead letting his gaze wander aimlessly across the dance floor as he contemplated how much he could drink before the group left.

By his calculation, he’d have to stop sending Kirishima for drinks after this one or the redhead would get nosey and start up on his spiel of him maybe having a problem. He’d only had…. What, five so far tonight? Okay, maybe six if he counted the two shots as separate. And none of them had been particularly strong, props to Kirishima not knowing good shit from mediocre. The guy wasn’t a drinker and usually went with whatever the bartender suggested…. which was usually less hard liquor but cost more for being ’pretty’.

Kaminari flops unceremoniously down beside him and nudges his shoulder, jolting Bakugou from his reverie and earning a glare. Kaminari takes the glare in stride, more than used to it by now, and grins. He wiggles an eyebrow in Bakugou’s direction and jerks his head off in the direction Kirishima ran off to. “So, you gonna keep dragging Kiri around or are you actually considering dating him?” At Bakugou’s scoff and eye roll, Kaminari turns the jovial expression to one akin the look of a parent dealing with a naughty child. “Stop fucking with him, Bakugou. The guy likes you and will fall over himself to please you. You’re leading him on.”

This wasn’t a new conversation between them. Since high school, this had been a reoccurring issue that never ended up resolved. Bakugou wasn’t intentionally leading Kirishima on. Plain and simple; Kirishima knew Bakugou didn’t feel that way towards him yet he kept acting the same way, Bakugou knew Kirishima liked him and didn’t treat him any differently than he did before he knew. Their arrangement worked out.

“Shut up, Dunceface.”

“What are we talking about?”

Kirishima’s cheery voice cuts through and Bakugou is left wondering how long he’d been standing that close and how much had he heard. Hopefully, he hadn’t heard much, Bakugou didn’t think he could stand Kirishima’s pouty face if he had.

“Not shit. Mind your business you shark-toothed fuck.” The glare Kaminari shoots Bakugou is nothing short of withering but the angry blonde ignores it in favor of squinting at the drink Kirishima holds in his hand. “What’d ya get me?”

Kirishima blushes a little and shyly holds up the cup full of brown unassuming liquid. “I asked the bartender and they said it was Jack & Coke? It smells awful” he explains, wrinkling his nose in memory of the smell.

The entire group startles as Bakugou leaps for the glass and all but rips it from Kirishima’s hands. His lips close around the glass greedily and he starts swallowing in big gulps, eager to get the liquor into his system. So eager, in fact, that he doesn't hear Kirishima mentioning who he found at the bar or the newcomer watching him with wide worried eyes.

It's not until he sets the glass down half-empty that he realizes everyone is staring at him warily. It's a look similar to what one would give a wild animal they weren't sure would bite or flee. Lips tugging into a snarl he rounds on the group, “The fuck you looking at me for, assholes?”

A small, too familiar hand raises meekly from behind Kirishima in a half wave and Bakugou has all of two seconds to process who the green haired shortstack is stepping out from behind his overly large red headed friend.

Fuck. That was what the staring was for.

Bakugou drops back into his seat, a little too hard, and raises unsteady hands to rub his face. Okay maybe he’d drank that last one too fast. Because shitty Deku was standing there and when did he fucking get there and why was stuff blurring at the edges and was Kirishima whispering? He swats a hand in Kirishima’s direction, grateful the other man understands when he hauls him to his suddenly unsteady feet. He had to get the fuck out of here, he didn’t want to deal with stupid Deku. That had been the plan; get out before Midoriya showed up and ruined everything.

Halfway down the stairs- when had he made the conscious decision to leave?- he realizes blearily he has a green haired follower. He picks up his pace as much as he can without stumbling and tries to lose the other man in the crowd. A girl dancing catches his eye and closes in on him, drink in her hand the only thing Bakugou has eyes for. He lets her in close then snatches it away, downing it in one large gulp and then spinning himself away to get lost in the crowd once more. The bright side is he can’t see Midoriya’s green hair anywhere now and that’s enough to ease the anxiety that had been slowly building in his chest since he noticed the freckled little freak upstairs.

So he lets his guard down and makes a wiggly beeline for the bar to grab another drink before he extricates himself from the situation.

One more shot. One more drink.

So what if he was realizing his vision was a little hazy at the edges now? So what if he may or may not be using the bar to keep himself from swaying a little right now? He’d be done after this next drink anyways and all would be okay. He wasn’t even as drunk as he usually got on nights off so this really wasn’t even a huge deal- or so he thought.

The bartender hands him his drink in exchange for cash and then motions behind him. Thinking he needed to move out of the way, and seriously fuck the bartender for telling him to move like that, he turns around on unsteady feet only to look down into a pair of vibrant green eyes set in grim determination.

“Fuck.”

#bakudeku #bakugo x midoriya #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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quirkydahlias · 6 years

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Bakugou, Midoriya, And Todoroki Training W/ Their S/O

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou takes his training seriously, often refusing to pull any punches in battle and training for the sake of his quirk improvement.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Ectoplasm he’s facing against, some unfortunate villain, or you for that matter.

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t baby anyone during a fight.

So when the topic of training is brought up, he immediately rejects it, not wanting to hurt you too badly.

“Me? Why the fuck would I want to train with you? Find someone else to train with, someone you could actually beat.”

However, should you be able to prove your mettle in a fight to him, he’d be more inclined to take you up on the offer to spar and train together.

Aside from becoming a human punching bag for this hero in training, Katsuki also works to help you and your quirk if you have one. He’ll point out the mistakes you made after each session through some off-handed comment.

If you’re stronger than Bakugou, however, you’ll need to be the one to call off each session since this stubborn boy would bend himself backward and break whatever he needed to utterly destroy you

He’s a bit of a sore loser.

The most important part of training is the aftermath.

It’s the time where you mend your wounds and recover. The more efficiently you recover from training, the more efficiently you can recover after a real fight.

Katsuki is only slightly kinder to you after training. Grabbing your ice pack and helping bandage you up. All the while complaining and scolding you of course.

“Your movements were shit and slow, that’s why your eye got bruised! Jeez, hold still, let me clean that for you, idiot.”

When it comes to his own wounds though, Katsuki prefers to care for himself. It’s not because he doesn’t trust you to care for him, but as a hero in training, he needs to be able to tend to his own wounds.

After training is all said and done with, Katsuki is honestly drained and in a lulled state, is much easier to convince.

“Hey, Bakugou.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Let’s go hang out in your dorm for a while! We have free time on our hands now after all.”

“Tsk. Whatever. I’m just gonna go to sleep anyway.”

Izuku Midoriya

Training for Izuku is more than just a workout or a tactical battle.

It’s an entire lesson.

No matter who asks him to train, Izuku is always up for the challenge, and you are certainly no exception.

Although he normally trains with Iida, for the sake of improving his leg’s use of his quirk, so when he trains with you, he puts that instruction to the test.

Furthermore, any chance he gets of seeing you in action is a chance he gets at observing your fighting style and the raw power that your quirk, should you have one, brings.

That’s probably why the green-haired wonder is always bringing his notebook with him and scribbling in it furiously after each blow you land on him.

“Interesting. You managed to hit me square in the chest. Is it that I’m not focusing on my defense since I’m using my legs? My shoot-style is a pretty offense move. Maybe Iida has some more ideas on how I can use my legs more defensively. But what if someone goes for my head? Will my style be as effective then? No. No No No. Definitely not. I probably need to incorporate my whole body. But with my arms still recovering, I need a way to defend my upper half properly. Perhaps some stretching can help with my leg’s range of motion. Does Iida have any exercises that could help? I’ll make a note to ask him later.”

“Uh, Izuku?”

“(Y-Y/N)! Ah, sorry! Let’s head back to training, okay?”

It also works as a small break as well, so that’s a plus for the both of you. But after the breather is over, don’t expect Izuku to be so easily defeated. With every hit you get on him, the green-haired hero just seems to keep improving, slowly becoming harder and harder to trip up.

After training, Izuku is usually pretty hungry, a habit he picked up from his weeks of training under All Might. Where every day became the same cycle of waking up, getting work done, training and eating.

Once training is all over and done with, Izuku will probably be the one to step up and make the two of you something to eat. It’s for the sake of keeping up his diet as well as treating his partner to a well-deserved snack.

However, the moment the food is all laid out, Izuku is back to his mumbling and muttering as he multitasks, going over his notes once more. This time, he’s trying his best to piece together how you could improve.

Be prepared to have him talk your ear off, it’s all out of love and concern of course, but Izuku knows that his babbling can be a little annoying to the people around him. So if he gets a little carried away, feel free to remind him that the both of you just suffered through some training and that a little peace and quiet goes a long way.

Overall, he’s just a great person to spar and train with. Constantly giving great feedback and doing his best to improve not only his skills but yours as well!

Shouto Todoroki

No.

Just...No.

Shouto absolutely is dead set against fighting you in any way, shape, or form.

Even with his classmates, Shouto is iffy on using his quirk due to the damage potential it has and the risk it poses on his friends. This fear is only heightened when the topic of training together is brought up.

Training for him is centered more around his quirk use than anything else, trying to balance his core temperature, increase the amount of ice/fire he can produce at one time, etc.

If his training were more like Deku’s technique training, he wouldn’t mind working with you at all!

And although he doesn’t talk about it, refusing to mention it even once, the elephant in the room still stands.

His father hurt his mother, and the last thing he ever wants to do is act like his father and hurt you, even by accident.

While he’s stubborn about training using quirks, if the two of you wanted to go for a run or hit the gym and lift weights for a while, Shouto is all for it.

Just like the rest of his driven classmates, Shouto takes training seriously so conversation might be minimal at best.

It becomes less of training together and more of training next to each other or within each other’s proximity.

With how aloof and stoic he is, it’s difficult to tell if Shouto even acknowledges your presence or not. He barely glances your way and will move onto the next exercise if you lag behind. While that all points to him just not caring too much about your presence, the reality is quite the opposite.

His training and his desire to be a hero stems from trying to up his father without the use of his fire quirk. But as time develops, he severs his father from the equation entirely, choosing to become a hero simply because it’s his decision and his ambition. And seeing his friends, seeing you, train so hard just gets him fired up to train even more.

You matter a lot to him, even more than his friends. So if he sees you pushing yourself too hard to catch up to him or becoming too ambitious in your workout, he’ll be sure to stop what he’s doing to get you to recover.

“Here. The ice will help your muscles. Tell me if it’s too cold”

“Wow, that does feel a lot better, Todoroki! Thank you so much~!”

“It treats the inflammation. Be careful next time.”

After training, he usually just gives you a curt “thank you” for spending your time to train with him before returning to his dorm to study or heading somewhere else to continue his day.

Don’t take it too personally, Shouto’s just bad with people and his social skills aren’t very sharp.

And while it may leave the lasting impression that he didn’t enjoy the training session, the fact that he’s already dressed to head out and hit the gym with you the next time you plan to go is enough proof as it is.

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sleepieash · 7 years

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[efflorescence] - bakudeku; hanahaki, 4/?

as beautiful as they were, he grew tired of the sight (and taste) of green chrysanthemums after the first petal fell from his mouth.

one - two - three

The bus ride to their training location was frustrating to say the least.

Iida had previously instructed them to line up according to their assigned seats, but thankfully with the bus’s layout, it didn’t allow for that to come to fruition. Bakugou had sighed and thanked whatever higher power would listen that he didn’t have to spend a bus ride seated next to Midoriya.

However, he quickly noticed that the spot he picked wasn’t much better. Midoriya was across the aisle, a few rows in front of him, chatting amicably with Todoroki. Kirishima was seated in directly in front of them with Kaminari to his left. Ashido was in one of the seats parallel to them but he couldn’t directly see her besides the pink, fluffy hair that poked out from the top of the seat.

It unnerved him to have them so far away with the knowledge they now held. Especially since Kirishima had the chance to tell Kaminari discreetly. Despite the fact that the bus ride only lasted an hour, Bakugou fumed the entire time.

The bus stopped in an empty lot and the students of Class 1-A filed out, most of them stretching. Bakugou stayed back for a bit, choosing that time to swallow a pill to combat the attack that was sure to come if he remained in Midoriya’s presence.

Tokoyami, who had been next to him on the ride, approached him but kept a few feet between them. “Sick, Bakugou?”

Bakugou’s heart momentarily stopped when he realized that he hadn’t been as discreet as he originally thought.

“Play it off.” he thought to himself. “Don’t make it seem like something’s wrong.”

“Just a stupid fucking cold.” Bakugou replied, waving the box of lozenges he’d picked up.

Tokoyami looked at him for a bit before nodding. “Ah, I see. I hope you feel better.”

Bakugou nodded in response and watched as Tokoyami moved to join the rest of their classmates who were gathering around Aizawa. He took his place at the end of the group near where Ashido stood.

As soon as she caught sight of Bakugou, she came over and linked arms with him. He scowled and attempted to pull himself away, but the look of blatant concern had him swallowing deeply and looking away. Ashido was one of the least intelligent in the class (along with Kaminari) but she had an affinity for emotion and Bakugou found himself becoming less and less willing to wallow alone. Not since he’d been forced to tell Ashido and Kirishima about his Hanahaki. Even if he hated to admit it, it’d felt a bit relieving to share it with someone else rather than hide it constantly. So, for the time being, he allowed Ashido to cling to him.

It wasn’t long before the group was made to move from their location. The pro heroes, The Pussycats, had joined them and instructed everyone to push through the forest in order to get to the lodge. It was obvious that it was a training exercise so Bakugou, along with Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki, made quick work (or rather, as quick as they could) of the enemies scattered throughout the forest and reached the lodge. Their classmates followed a few minutes afterwards.

Despite the fact that they were instructed to arrive around 12:30, the entire group arrived in the evening, all exhausted. Aizawa must have opted to take pity on them because without much instruction, he herded them into the dining hall.

In the chaos of everyone rushing to get food, Bakugou found himself seated right next to Midoriya, who smiled at him almost immediately. Fortunately, the pill from earlier had had a chance to work itself through him so besides the fondness that settled within him at seeing Midoriya, he was fine.

“How are you feeling, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, a bit muffled with his mouth full of rice.

Bakugou tried not to think about how undeniably cute Midoriya looked with his cheeks puffed out like that and chose instead to focus on his food as he answered somewhat truthfully, “Like shit. This cold is kicking my ass.”

“Hmm.” Midoriya hummed and Bakugou knew the other boy was thinking about how he refused to tell him about what was really going on.

Bakugou braced himself for the series of questions Midoriya was bound to ask to somehow get him to speak more about his condition. Thankfully, it never came as Asui spoke up, clearly having heard their conversation since she was seated directly across from Bakugou.

“You’re sick?” Asui addressed him.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the dark-haired girl. Usually, he mostly ignored her presence since she wasn’t one of the annoying ones in their class, but the fact that she was butting in got on his nerves.

“Mind your own business, Froggy.” he spat out.

Asui continued to stare at him as Midoriya whirled around to face him, berating words probably already on his tongue. “Kacchan! Don’t be that way. Tsuyu-san is just worried.”

“Why would she even care?” Bakugou asked. “It’s not like we’re friends or anything!”

He couldn’t understand why several of the people in his class were so concerned with his health. He could maybe understand Midoriya, Ashido and Kirishima since they were constantly clinging to him. But the questions from Tokoyami and Asui?

“We’re classmates.” Asui responded. “Even if you might not believe me, I do actually care about whether or not you’re feeling okay.”

Bakugou only grunted in response. If he was being honest, he didn’t know what to do with the sudden worry that some of his classmates were experiencing. It made him feel strange—unsettled with slight unease—and above all, weak. Despite the fact that they didn’t know what was actually going on, it made him feel like shit to think that he was managing Hanahaki so poorly that it was showing to the people around him.

Midoriya and Asui settled into an easy chatter, talking about the trip itself and other school-related things. Since the attention was off of him finally, Bakugou took that time to rise from the table and stomp to the bathroom to discreetly force another pill down. He heard Midoriya calling out to him only seconds after he stood up. He resisted the urge to turn around and opted to ignore the other boy in favor of completing his task.

Once there, Bakugou wasted no time in swallowing down another pill. With the increased dosage, it’d last him the rest of the day with minimal coughing as long as he kept interaction with Midoriya to a minimum. Hopefully, there’d be no petals considering that hiding them would be difficult with the amount of people he was in close proximity with. If he ended up spewing them in front of everyone, there was no way he could hide it from the rest of the class and definitely not from the person who caused him to have these feelings in the first place.

Trying to quell the anxiety he felt over it, Bakugou splashed some cold water on his face and after clearing his throat a few times, made his way out to head back to the dining area. He didn’t get far, however, before coming face to face with Midoriya.

Scowling, he tried to brush past the shorter boy without speaking but he knew that wasn’t going to last.

“Kacchan.” Midoriya said as soon as Bakugou had walked a little past him. He inwardly groaned but tilted his head slightly to show the Midoriya he was listening.

“Are you going to tell me what’s actually wrong or are you going to keep us this act?” he asked, not at all fazed by how standoffish Bakugou was being.

“You don’t fucking know me, nerd.” Bakugou managed, trying to keep his rising anger at bay. “I told yo-“

“I know what you told me.” Midoriya interrupted, eyes narrowing. “You said you didn’t know what it was, but you do, don’t you?”

“And why the hell do you think that?” Bakugou asked.

“If it wasn’t that important, you wouldn’t have to sneak away to take medicine.” Midoriya replied.

“How d-“ Bakugou started, his stomach dropping.

“You’re not as discreet as you think.” Midoriya said. “When you’re thumbing a medicine bottle in your pocket, it’s hard not to notice.”

Bakugou cursed Midoriya for being so observant, but mostly, he cursed himself for making the mistake of performing such a simple action as that. It was probably due to the anxiety he felt over the entire situation but he hadn’t even noticed he’d been doing it.

“So what?” Bakugou retorted. “Even if it is something more, why does it matter?”

Midoriya’s face softened slightly and Bakugou felt a tug inside of him. He found himself wishing Midoriya wouldn’t look at him like that and that he’d never stop giving him that look at the same time. The other boy took a step forward and instinctively, Bakugou took a step back.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya said, still giving him that look. “I’m just worried about you.”

Bakugou grit his teeth. “Maybe I don’t want you to worry about me.”

It’d only been a few minutes since he’d taken the pill so there hadn’t been any time for it to take effect. He could feel the tell-tale tingle of petals moving around in his lungs and it scared him.

“Not now. Not in front of Deku.” he thought desperately.

Out loud, he said, “Just leave me the hell alone, Deku.”

He hadn’t realized how much venom he’d put into the words until he saw the look on Midoriya’s face. The other boy looked a bit sad, but mostly confused. Bakugou almost wanted to take it back.

“Are you serious?” Midoriya asked, his eyes narrowing a bit. “Out of all things to be so stubborn about, this is it?”

“I don’t get why you just keep coming back! It’s annoying as fuck!” Bakugou yelled. “I don’t need your concern, I don’t need your pity, I don’t need you!”

After saying it, Bakugou knew he’d gone too far. It was an understatement to say that Midoriya had been saddened by his earlier words.

He watched as the tears welled up in the other boy’s eyes. Despite that, the surprised look on his face hardened after a second and he walked right up to Bakugou before he had the chance to step back. Bakugou stared down into his green eyes and tried to will away the flowers rapidly building inside of him. Midoriya was too close. Way too close.

“Fine, asshole.” he said, never once taking his eyes from Bakugou’s. “But when you finally stop being an idiot and want to let someone who cares about you help you, let me know.”

And with that, he turned away from Bakugou and walked swiftly back to the dining hall. Bakugou watched him go with his chest tightening.

He hadn’t meant to say that, but wasn’t this for the best anyway? He’d wanted Midoriya to stop asking questions, to stop showing so much concern about him. He could better manage the disease if he didn’t have to deal with the other boy checking if he was alright, watching him, smiling at h-

Bakugou heard the coughs more than felt them. They were loud and wet and he was thankful that no one was around. His fist tightened around the petals that he’d just coughed up and with shaking hands, he tried to ignore how they felt.

This was worse. The dull pain he felt over saying things he didn’t really mean to Midoriya was worse than the pain of choking on chrysanthemums. After all, he might have told Midoriya that he didn’t need him, but he definitely wanted him.

Bakugou turned his attention to his fist and slowly opened it to view the contents, shock enveloping him as he caught sight of it.

Several petals were enclosed in his hand which that in itself wasn’t surprising.

It was the blood that coated them that was.

It wasn’t hard to notice that Midoriya was ignoring him.

After their argument—fight?—Bakugou hadn’t returned to the dining hall in favor of washing away the evidence of his coughing fit and downing enough cough medicine to make his throat numb. Then, he’d headed to the hot springs before everyone else and sat at the far end, just thinking. The hot water thankfully helped a bit with clearing his head as well as his breathing.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone for long before the rest of the boys filed in slowly. Bakugou paid little attention to most of them, but couldn’t ignore the way his heart clenched when Midoriya blatantly avoided looking at him. It hurt, but it was for the best.

Kirishima caught sight of him and immediately ran over. Bakugou instantly moved a few steps away from him, cursing under his breath.

“Why didn’t you come back earlier?” he asked, looking pointedly at him. “Asui told us that Midoriya went to check on you and he came back angry.”

“Fuck.” Bakugou breathed out. “Don’t people around here know how to keep their mouths shut?”

“Well, if you two had a fight, it’s not exactly surprising, man.” Kirishima laughed.

His laughter died down after a bit and he took on a more serious expression. Bakugou sucked in a breath and prepared for the onslaught of questions Kirishima was sure to ask.

“How’s it going today by the way?” he asked. “Y’know with the…” At this, he gestured simply to Bakugou’s throat.

“Shitty.” he answered honestly.

“Really?” Kirishima questioned in surprise. “I haven’t seen you coughing today.”

“It was only once.” Bakugou responded, gritting his teeth.

It had only happened less than an hour prior, but he’d already tried so hard to block the entire thing from his mind that remembering it was like opening a fresh wound. From the earlier conversation with Midoriya to flushing down bloodied green petals afterwards, it was all something he was hoping to forget by the end of the trip.

“Blood?” Kirishima asked quietly.

Bakugou only nodded.

“Shit.” Kirishima replied. “You gotta confess, dude.”

“Are you stupid?” Bakugou spat out. “I’m not fucking confessing.”

“Well, you need to think about something to do.” Kirishima mused. “At this point, if you’re coughing up blood, this thing’s eating you up inside.”

Bakugou shook his head. He didn’t want to think about other options.

“It must be bad though.” Kirishima said sadly. “How much you love this person.”

Bakugou looked away from the redhead and became absorbed in thought. He thought about how Midoriya had looked when he said those words, how he’d been the cause of him crying and the look in his eyes when he just accepted what Bakugou said. He thought about how he’d felt when Midoriya had left—regretful, hurt and overall in distress. Kirishima was right. It was bad and it’d only gotten worse.

“Yeah.” he only said in response and then blinked in surprise at his own honesty.

Thankfully, his companion didn’t comment on it and instead opted to reply with a simple, “You’ll get through this, dude! Ashido and I will make sure of it!”

Taking in deep breaths and trying to think past the memories of unrequited love, Bakugou turned to Kirishima who gave him a wide smile. Despite how he treated them, Kirishima and Ashido had been there for him since he’d accidentally let them in on his secret. He didn’t want their concern, didn’t want them to worry and yet they still did, clinging to him whenever they thought he needed it. And although he always pushed them off, it was helpful to have someone there that he didn’t have to hide around.

Bakugou felt as if he could actually trust them.

He opened his mouth slowly, wondering if he was making the wrong decision. “Kirishima, it’s D-“

His words were caught off by Iida who stepped in the middle of the hot springs with a purpose. The class president seemed to be once again, berating Mineta for being a disgrace upon their class. Kirishima immediately laughed and moved to go see how the scene would play out.

“Hey, Bakugou,” he turned around to address the other boy. “Let’s go watch!”

It only took one look for Bakugou to see that Midoriya had stationed himself in the water right next to where Iida and Mineta stood for him to refuse.

“As much as I want that fucker to get his ass handed to him,” Bakugou started. “I think I’ll stay right here.”

Kirishima nodded in understanding. “Suit yourself!”

Bakugou figured the redhead thought the reason was due to the Hanahaki and although it was, it wasn’t for the reason he probably thought. But, he just let out a sigh and leaned back into the water.

He’d almost told Kirishima who he held feelings for, finding that it was the right time to do so before him or Ashido found out on their own. Since he’d been interrupted, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he should just refrain from telling them. After all, although they’d been brought into the select group of people who were aware of what was going on with him, it was an accident. If they hadn’t brought up Midoriya when they’d been walking home, the two of them would have never found out in the first place and he wouldn’t be having an internal conflict.

On the other hand, if Kirishima and Ashido did know that Midoriya was the one Bakugou was in love with, they could possibly help him get rid of said feelings somehow or at least help him avoid the other until he determined how to do it himself. Distancing himself (as he’d tried to do for years) had obviously not worked since the disease had came back full blown and even stronger so what could?

Turning his attention to Midoriya who Kirishima had went to stand beside as they watched Iida and Mineta, he felt the swirl of petals move slightly as well as the affection that came with it. Out of all people to be hopelessly in love with, why’d it have to be him?

Groaning, Bakugou ducked his head under the water and tried to focus on clearing his head.

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man-i-dont-know · 6 years

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BNHA Chapter 164: Thoughts and Spoilers

I’m late, again. I think this just has become my schedule at this point so... oh well. Let’s get into it.

I wanna start by saying that I am super excited for this arc because at first glance it seems fairly low stakes and in general “relaxing,” in comparison to the last arc anyway. It seems like it will be fun and more informative than emotional. On that note, the first page is Inasa (I hope that is his name, I’ve forgotten) telling Todoroki that They will become the best of buds whether he wants to or not and Bakugou does not seem to like the buddy-buddy atmosphere that’s going on. Then we see that government worker who looks like no one told him that sleep existed, and I think he has become my favorite minor character. “Recently I’ve become afraid of sleeping” is the best way to introduce yourself.

Flaming Garbage Bag, All Might and Present Mic then try to find a seat and Flaming Fart shouts out to Todoroki, who is immediately irritated and I can’t blame him. Wish Todoroki just flipped him off without looking at him but I suppose that would have been a bit out of character. Inasa is kinda pissed too, and I am interested in Inasa’s character greatly, I wanna see how he develops and I want to know more about him. All Might’s presence seems to excite the students and I am glad that he still has that affect on people, it shows that he did a fantastic job when he was a hero, as the symbol of peace.

The eleventh student (not as many as I thought) is introduced and it is Camie, and it seems that this is the real Camie. This is horrifying to me, because it shows that the League of Villains can kidnap people and reintroduce them into society without ever realizing that they were missing. This is scary because it suggests that the League has more connections than we know of at the moment, because none of the known members have any ability that can cause such a lapse of memory. It also means that they can manipulate people directly without any threat of revealing any sensitive information about themselves. They have truly developed into something very dangerous. They are worse than I had guessed last post (I thought Camie might be there to see if we can gain any leads or root out any traitors, which still might be the case, but not in the way I predicted). Camie as a character is goofy or “bubbly,” but the fact that the League was able to target someone so specifically means they have close tabs on many students, which just emphasizes their strength and intelligence-gathering skills. The good thing is the fact that we realized that we had a problem (thank you Deku) and we are taking steps to gather info on our side as well.

Gang Orca is back and he is mad fresh, he is a sharp dressed man and he also has the crazy eyes and, to me, he has one of the coolest character designs in the series. Addressing the students, he takes up a drill sergeant type personality, which really fits the fact that he was rewarded “most villainous looking hero” title, when he was first introduced. Calling all the students feces, Bakugou tries to talk back then gets tossed, Todoroki says that feces can be useful as fertilizer then gets tossed, and Inasa starts to say something and gets tossed too. Comedy gold right there.

Now we start to learn what this make up exam will consist of, a battle of the “heart.” Since all the students passed the first trial, they have proven themselves competent in a fight, but they failed the second section, which was dealing with victims. Which leads to the big dramatic reveal. Gang Orca is screaming about saving people, trusting the heroes and respecting the victims, the very essence of heroic work. This dramatic speech given at a scream gives way to an opening door, to reveal...... elementary school kids. Truly the most dangerous of foes. The teacher looks to be on the verge of tears and she looks like she needs a hug and a blanket, but if she deals with these kids all day than I get it.

The students retaking the test seem underwhelmed, I’d say Bakugou has a fantastic reaction face, but Bakugou tends to have a face like that for anything. Bad vibes hit me when I learned that the children go to a school called “Precious Brats,” paints a perfect picture of what these students are like. Bakugou makes a kid cry in less than 30 seconds and another starts beating on him for it, which sounds about right. Another kid with a side part takes the “I’m much to smart to fall for anything you say” strategy, and something I noticed: Bakugou has a really hard time with people who have side part styles like that, and those characters tend to have a specific personality. Best Jeanist, Monoma, that one meat grinder kid and now this child. Side parts are a warning sign in this series for Bakugou (makes me curious if Horikoshi knew someone with that hairstyle and had a bad impression of them).

Todoroki is dubbed Five Peepee Man (why is the guy with no hero name getting the most nick names? Hand Crusher and Five Peepee Man, I hope it becomes a running gag that Todoroki just gets loaded with a slew of random nonsense nicknames over time), then is tackled by the kids and he seems genuinely concerned. Inasa is just getting punched, and he is just taking it cause he is still brooding over Fire Fart. Camie seems like she would do fine, but Gang Orca seems to disagree, this might just be because she is too bubbly and a victim might not put their hope in her. Also, the tiny girls think Camie is a “hussy” (man haven’t heard that term in ages), so she will have a hard time getting them to like her. (side note: a kid stole from Bakugou and Bakugou is ready to deck a kid)

Gang Orca leaves Inasa, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Camie to “win over” the kids while everyone else goes to a seminar/lecture. I think this is a brilliant way to have them retake this exam. Since they failed in their conduct, it makes sense that they are going to stress conduct with children like this. This test is so perfect for these four for a range of reasons. Tododroki is either socially inept or sassy, and the fact that I can’t tell which makes it hard to trust him (if I was an outside victim that did not know him). Inasa is so overwhelming positive and loud that he might alienate the civilians he is helping, though I am more worried about his burning hate that he has for Fire ‘Stache, if he can get that passionate about a look in the eye, his people skills are pretty weak too. Camie seems to relate to a very small social group, and might put other people off. Her communication with other heroes might be hindered by her speech patterns as well, even her classmate considers her clueless, which isn’t a quality you’d want a hero to have. And Bakugou... is Bakugou.

We saw so much violence in the last arc that we kinda forgot that there are other aspects to being a hero, and I am elated that we get to explore those aspects more, because those are my favorite conversational topics. How to conduct yourself is a topic I love because I love stories and characters that are leaders somehow, and leaders always have some kind of specific conduct that makes them good and effective leaders. It has been a while since I read this, but Ender’s Game discussed this, as well as Overlord (which is a favorite of mine and I’m thrilled for season two) and these things are amazing to think about. Bakugou, unsurprisingly, does not like this test. I love the touch that the word “despair” hangs over his head, not “anger” or “irritated,” he genuinely fears this test because it was almost made to counter his personality and he will have to put much more effort into it than any of the other students with him.

Present Mic has a panic attack cause he literally can not sit through something that does not have a running commentary, tells “Mighty Boy” that he has to do something and hijacks a microphone from Mr. “I fear sleep,” who puts up minimal effort to stop Mic and boom, now there is commentary. Inasa is being used as gym equipment, Todoroki is being pummeled, Bakugou is trying to fight children, and the girl kids are giving Camie the cold shoulder.

Now Endeavor and All Might start to have the conversation that Endeavor wanted. Crime rates have gone up 3% in a month and Endeavor feels something missing, he wants to know what he is missing. He wants to know what it means to be the symbol of peace. Frankly, I am stunned by this. Hobo Trash Fire Man genuinely seeks out advice from someone he hated, he wants to know what he is doing wrong, he does not feel that things are working as they did anymore, and he does not know what that is. Ironically, this unease is exactly the problem. Unknowingly, Endeavor basked in All Might’s peace, which allowed to act so poorly and competitively, no he is under more scrutiny for his actions despite not changing anything, not just because he is number one now, but because the social climate has changed. Endeavor has to move more carefully now and that “something” he heard breaking was security, which is what lead him to All Might, he is seeing if All Might can provide any security even in his thin state. The whole action of asking for help is exactly what is missing, no one knows who they can turn to.

Horikoshi is brilliant, not only because the asking for help is ironic, but also because the asking for help, the introspection takes place in an arc that focuses on the students looking into themselves and providing support for the kids around them. I can see All Might doing two things next chapter: a heartfelt speech, or telling Endeavor to observe the students because they are doing exactly what he is looking for, providing support. The only difference, the Symbol of Peace never takes breaks from this supportive position, and they give support to the whole of the nation. More than scare the villains and criminals of the world, the Symbol of Peace gives the public confidence in their own well-being. If it was about fear, Endeavor would have done that ages ago, in terms of cases solved, criminals would have preferred to encounter All Might rather than Endeavor, but in reality, it was switched. Endeavor did not have the same weight that All Might’s name had, because when the criminal is confronted with All Might, his name and his support would have demoralized the villain and encouraged the civilians, where Endeavor’s presence would demoralize everyone.

Well that is everything, I do want to make one last comment about the last couple chapters. This is not a new observation, but All Might has started wearing clothes that fit him, which makes him look sharply dressed, but to me it is depressing. He wore loose clothes so he could transform whenever he needed to, but he realizes now that he doesn’t need to transform, or, more accurately, can’t. He is no longer who he was and he has accepted this, he has accepted the transition of his work over to others, more specifically, to Deku (can you believe that this whole arc seems to be devoid of the protagonist? I like that approach). Well, that is kinda an under developed idea at the moment but I wanted to put it out there before I forgot.

Thank you for reading, I hope your holiday season is going well or tolerable or great or whichever. I hope you have a great day.

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Blooming Gladiolus, Fall to the Ground -- Ch. 4

Summary: When Midoriya Hisashi finally comes home from years-long work outside the country, Izuku expected to have some family down time that he hadn’t ever had with him since… well, forever. Catching-up talk, maybe. Chatting while drinking coffee or eating ice cream at some fancy outdoor patio. Definitely fumbling around for an explanation about him developing a Quirk pretty much out of nowhere.

His expectations were turned upside down, because apparently, his father isn’t what he seems, and Izuku doesn’t know what to expect anymore.

What Izuku knows is that the appearance of Midoriya Hisashi triggers a domino effect that sends his whole world toppling down. And honestly, being accused of turning around and becoming a villain is just a bonus. When have life ever passed the chance to fuck him over, anyway?

Can also be read in AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 1: AO3 or FF.net.

In mere moments, the town had gone from sleepily peaceful to confusingly chaotic. There was a constant barrage of booms and bangs, buildings crumbling and rubble falling to the ground. Screams and shrieks mixed with the distant laughter added into the swirl of confusion, muddying the scene further.

Shouto had long since known that crowds would never be the most cooperative or logical during villain attacks, especially ones with higher destruction rate as this. Enji had pounded it into his head as he grumbled about crowds making it harder to subdue villains, and Hosu hadn’t pulled any punches in delivering the message home. Still, though, as he weaved his way through the throng of people running in panic, he came to his own conclusion that he hated crowds, because their panic kicked something deep within him that made him want to join the fleeing crowd and he couldn’t do that; he was a hero and that meant staying put and help however he could. This really made it hard to do it.

Still, that wasn’t an excuse. He and Midoriya ran up ahead to stop the villain, with their quirks more suited for battle. Iida quickly directed the crowd to safer place, while Uraraka ran ahead to deal with the rubbles and any potentially trapped civilians. The villain grinned at them and charged ahead, forcing Midoriya to swerve to the side to avoid butting heads with the villain’s helmeted own. Shouto found himself thanking whatever higher entities allowed Midoriya to move in time, because that Viking-style helmet with horns definitely would leave holes in Midoriya’s head otherwise.

“Bring it, kids!” the villain laughed. “Come at me. I’ve been wanting to stretch my limbs!”

Shouto decided to give the villain what he wanted. Fire and ice crackled to life at his fingertips, and he slashed the air using both arms. Torrent of flames and iceberg manifested, surging to the villain, but somehow he managed to dodge the attack. How could such a large man be so lithe?

Midoriya shot to the villain as he dodged Shouto’s attack, aiming a well-placed kick to the man’s neck. The villain, however, managed to grab his leg and make use of Midoriya’s momentum to fling him to the street.

“Deku!” Uraraka yelled, apparently deciding that helping with the fight more important. Shouto wasn’t surprised, since the street looked pretty much deserted and there wasn’t any sign of anyone other than them being around. She took a broken pole and flung it like a harpoon at the villain with vengeance.

The villain only smirked. He extended his hand to the metal pole, and before it even touched his skin it disappeared into thin air. He laughed. “Bummer. I didn’t think I’d have to use my quirk so soon.”

Okay, so the villain could make metal disappear. That was fine, Shouto used fire and ice anyway.

Midoriya had chosen that moment to rush back into the battle. He jumped to the villain, aiming another kick – this time to his head – with limbs coiled with green lightning. The villain dodged as he barked a laugh and parried, and suddenly Midoriya was fighting the villain head on, and Shouto immediately rushed in with fire on his side and ice on the other. It reminded him of their fight against the Hero Killer, with them fighting side to side against a common enemy, but it was still different.

Stain had wanted to kill them – or, at least, disable them enough to finish off Native, perhaps then Iida, maybe Shouto, though Shouto didn’t think he had wanted to kill Midoriya. This villain, though, was simply playing around. It showed in how he aimed for places that wouldn’t immediately fatally wound them, and the way he grinned like a little kid playing hide and seek, and the way he gave out laughs every now and then. He treated it like a game, and it annoyed Shouto. He and Midoriya both were fighting hard, and it hardly even made the villain sweat.

It lasted a while, the three of them trading blows, but it soon came to a halt when loud bangs that reminded Shouto of popping balloons rose above the screams. The villain grabbed both his and Midoriya’s arm and dragged them behind him.

Shouto turned and froze. The villain had stepped ahead to make a torrent of bullets disappear, and he was glaring at a line of police with their guns drawn out.

“Hold your fire, cops!” he yelled, a dangerous edge in his voice. “Can’t you see there are kids here? Could’ve hit them!” He groaned when the police didn’t answer. “Argh, and just when it’s getting interesting, too.” He tightened his hold to Shouto and Midoriya and grinned at them. “Hold on, now.”

“Wait, what are you going to doooOOO – “ Midoriya’s words turned into a scream partway through as the villain lifted them and flung them away above the rubble of the building he first emerged from. It didn’t get them far, but they tumbled through the debris all the same.

Shouto groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. “Are you alright, Midoriya?”

“’m fine,” Midoriya grunted, also standing up. “Let’s go back – “

The wall behind them exploded, and Shouto quickly made an ice wall to protect them. They peeked out to see the wall now gone, and in its place a huge hole big enough to go through. From it they could see the road that laid at the other side of the building and realized that it was even more chaotic that the street they had patrolled on.

“What even is going on?” Midoriya questioned. His voice was faint, distressed. “Not even a week ago there was that villain attack where Barrier Maiden debuted, which was crazy destructive. Now this? We shouldn’t get so many villain attacks, and not in this scale.”

“We can’t afford to waste time thinking about that now,” Shouto said. “Think about that later, after the villains are subdued. Let’s get back to that man just now.”

Midoriya nodded and sprang back to the street. “Right. Let’s go.”

They had just stepped on the asphalt when a hero in red and white suit landed in front of the villain, pulling out a sheet of paper from his belt that quickly morphed into clawed gauntlet that covered his hand. He glanced at them and yelled, “I can handle this one. Go to the main street; there are a lot of people who need help there!”

“Are you sure?” Shouto asked, though he was already stepping back.

“Yeah, backup is coming,” the hero assured. He turned to the villain and morphed another sheet of paper into another clawed gauntlet that covered his other hand. “Go!”

Shouto didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and grabbed Midoriya, dragging him through the hole in the building all the way into the other street. As soon as they emerged through, an explosion rocked the building and it crumbled to the ground. Midoriya stared at it wide-eyed, while Shouto squinted at it and looked around. He didn’t see anyone who might be responsible for it.

Or, maybe that villain who was currently cackling while hurling fireballs was the one. Shouto couldn’t tell for sure, though, because there were two more villains who were currently cackling at the street. What was it with villains and cackling, really?

Someone came hurtling between Shouto and Midoriya, and the latter of the two yelped in surprise. They turned to see who it was, and Shouto was both surprised and completely not surprised to see Bakugou glowering at them, crouched on all fours as he had just stopped himself from skidding back and hitting the pile of rubbles behind them.

“Fucking move and stop staring already,” he snapped. “You could at least try to help with all this fucking shitstorm, fuckers.” He rolled his shoulders and jumped back into the fray.

“R-right,” Midoriya stammered, looking around. “Let’s move, then.”

The two weaved through the battles, deciding to help with minimalizing the damage and evacuate remaining civilians as many pros had come to fight the villains. Shouto had seen some of their classmates helping – Sero had somehow managed to use his tapes to hold a building together (impressive), Yaoyorozu had made several poles and scaffoldings to hold another building with lesser damage (also impressive), and Kaminari was for some reason discharging his electricity into a pile of rubble (Shouto wondered why but ultimately decided he didn’t really want to know, as Kaminari’s misadventures often didn’t really make sense for him). Uraraka had found her way here as well, and she worked together with Asui to rescue civilians from many buildings, directing them to where Iida was standing, giving instructions to go to evacuation areas. Some, though, opted to fight villains head-on, such as Bakugou with Kirishima backing him up.

Shouto and Midoriya ended up running back and forth between assisting pros and redirecting civilians, never really pairing together but somehow managing to always keep each other within sights. It worked well for them; they could make sure each other was safe, and if anything were to happen to them the other would be able to help before the situation got out of hand. They kept up with it until Midoriya suddenly skidded to a halt near an alley.

“Midoriya? What’s wrong?” Shouto asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong – go ahead without me, I think I saw someone in there,” Midoriya explained quickly, and he darted into the dark of the alley before Shouto could object.

He frowned. He didn’t like that Midoriya went off alone, especially since he walked around with an invisible cosmic sign reading PROBLEM CHILD, HIT ME UP everywhere he went. Still, though, it wasn’t like he could keep an eye on him all the time. Midoriya was training to be a hero, he could take care of himself.

Figuring Midoriya would be fine on his own, Shouto turned back into the chaos in the streets and dove back in.

Katsuki had just managed to subdue the villain he was fighting (could eat heat with his quirk, fuck it that wasn’t both the most annoying and interesting fight he’d fought) with the help of Kirishima and, toward the end, Aizawa’s Erasure quirk when he saw a glint up on a building. He looked up and squinted while Aizawa wrapped the villain with his capture weapon.

“I’m gonna go up there,” he announced to no one in particular.

“Up where?” Kirishima asked in confusion.

Katsuki pointed up to the window of a relatively untouched building. “Thought I saw something in there. If there’s another villain waiting there, I figured we should stop them before they start shitstorm round two.” He glanced at Aizawa.

The underground hero frowned, but nodded. “Remember to be careful. Bring someone or two with you, just in case there are a lot of villains hiding there.”

Kirishima quickly replied an affirmative, but Katsuki didn’t bother with it, instead quickly striding to the building. He stopped, though, when Aizawa called him.

“Bakugou,” he said. “Your safety as well as Kirishima and anyone you brought as backup is first priority. I don’t care if there are villains in there; if there is even the slightest chance of you getting hurt or even dying then you’d better pull out.”

Bakugou scoffed and resumed his strides. “As if I didn’t know that,” he grumbled, loud enough for Aizawa to hear. He heard Aizawa grumbling a soft ‘brat’, but decided not to pay that any mind, instead going to the building as fast as he could. He scanned the crowd as he did, looking for someone who would probably be able to handle some villains and not get in his way. His eyes caught the distinctive red-and-white of Todoroki’s hair, and he bellowed, “Oy, half-and-half!”

Todoroki stopped and turned. “What?”

“Get your ass over here! I’m gonna go to possible villain hideout!”

Todoroki glanced at the fray before jogging to him. “Where?”

Katsuki pointed at the building. “I saw something in there earlier. Could be something, could be nothing.”

“Ah – Bakugou, Todoroki! I got Uraraka to join us!” Kirishima’s voice reached Katsuki before he saw him, and Katsuki turned and scowled.

“Her quirk’s better suited for rescue, moron,” he growled.

“Gunhead’s training got me real good with my hand-to-hand,” Uraraka objected quickly, stepping forth with challenge in her eyes. “If there are villains in there, I’d be able to help.”

Katsuki stared at her for a moment, considering, before giving a sort-of come on, then gesture. The four of them quickly went to the building, going as fast and quiet as they could. Uraraka used her quirk on all of them to make them lighter so they could make less noise when they went up the stairs of the building. Katsuki made sure to listen as closely as he could for any sort of movement as they swept each floor.

They began hearing someone talking when they went up the stairs to the fourth floor – the topmost floor of the building.

“…cess? Hey, you there?” someone hissed. It was a male voice, a tenor tone that threaded the air lightly. “Siren? Siren, what’s the situation? What’s happening here?”

Katsuki turned to the others and jabbed his thumb to the hallway. We go this way. The other four nodded in agreement, and they crept as quietly as they could.

“Access!” the same voice whisper-shouted, distress lacing the tone. “What is – what’s wrong? What’s going on?” There was a beat before he went again, “Trailblaze, are you there? Siren? Is anyone at all monitoring anything? Does anyone have an eye on my – well, shit.”

They had just peeked into the room when the man threw on the hood of his hoodie and pulled in down to cast a shadow to his face as he turned to face them. There was a small monitor showing the room he was in and the corridor outside the room, where the four budding heroes were clearly displayed, as well as the view of the chaos in the streets. He pressed as a sort of communication device on his ear and spoke, loudly this time, “Welp, I got company.”

There was a cuss from the earpiece, loud enough to make the man wince and the four of them hear a garbled sound they couldn’t quite identify as a word. The tone, however, made it clear that it was a curse.

“Language, Siren,” the man hissed. He turned to the four of them and chuckled nervously. “So, um. Hi?”

Katsuki didn’t hesitate. He charged.

Koemi hid in the darkness of the alley, holding her phone which showed the multiple scenes of the fray just at the main streets of Musutafu, taken from the many surveillance cameras Himoyo had made use of to their advantage. The owners of those corner stores and minimarkets wouldn’t know a thing.

There were movements from the street by her right. She shrunk further back into the shadows, pulling her black jacket closer to herself and throwing the hood on. She pressed her fingers to her communicator on her ear. “Access,” she whispered, “is everything alright?”

Himoyo’s voice came immediately. “Everything’s fine. All according to plan. If things go as well as this, we shouldn’t need you to handle things down there.”

“That’s fine and dandy, but that girl with the crazy hair is starting to wreak more havoc than necessary,” Koemi grumbled. “Connect my communicator with hers?”

“Sure thing, Siren.” There was a crackle, then, “You’re connected.”

“If you want to avoid jail time I suggest you stop trying to hurt civilians,” she said calmly. “Otherwise we won’t be able to help you at all.”

The woman in question clicked her tongue. “Fine, fine,” she grumbled. Koemi watched from the surveillance footage in her phone to make sure the villain relented and nodded in satisfaction when she did. There was another crackle in the earpiece.

“I’ve disconnected your communicator from hers,” Himoyo informed.

“Alright, thanks,” Koemi responded.

“How are things on your end, Siren?” Hisashi’s voice came then.

“Pretty quiet, actually,” Koemi answered. “Things are going better than I expected.”

“Hopefully it’ll stay that way,” Aki said. “The villains are thankfully pretty cooperative, and the heroes and heroes-in-training are doing a great job. We’ll have to bail several of the villains, but otherwise things are fine.”

“Well, here’s hoping,” Himoyo flippantly spoke, and soon the channel went silent.

Koemi’s attention went back to the security footages. It was ridiculous, how chaotic the situation was. It was hands down the biggest chaos the Enablers had somehow managed to orchestrate. She glanced at the main streets every now and then. At least it didn’t seem like anyone would find her hiding place anytime soon, and even if they did she could just play the scared civilian card. It had been tested multiple times and she had found out that distressed voice and some stray tears would always land her where she wanted.

There was a soft grunt from the channel. Koemi frowned and pressed the earpiece again. “Who was that?”

“…hnnnh…” the uncomfortable sound was so clearly Himoyo, because Koemi had only heard that sound come from Himoyo, and only in a specific circumstance. Worry bloomed in her chest as her gaze flicked back to her phone screen. Just as she feared, the footages were blurring.

“Access,” she hissed. “Access, what’s happening?”

“Someone is… nnnh. Hacking.”

Koemi felt like her blood had frozen. Very few managed to get through Himoyo’s frankly ridiculously large amount of layers of defensive system, but when someone did it promised bad news. Himoyo wasn’t just their intelligence agent, she was also a walking, breathing giant archive of their resources. Her databank was what got them so far. If someone was to get through her defenses, that meant their identities was out for anyone to know of, their clients’ identities were out for anyone to grab, all the favors they had managed to hoard would be useless.

Furthermore, no one was sure what sort of damage human brain could take if hacked like a flimsy computer system. Himoyo could fall into a vegetative state for all they know. She could even die.

“Access, talk to me,” Koemi coaxed, panic seeping into her voice. “Please tell me you’re okay. Are you holding them off?”

“I – I am,” Himoyo croaked. “They got through some layers, but – “ she cut off her sentence with a sharp gasp, and Koemi’s heart clenched. “I’m handling it for now,” Himoyo assured. “I just can’t help with all the footage. You’ll have to manage on your own.” She grunted.

“Okay, I can do that,”Koemi nodded.

“And… my communication with Trailblaze and Brightlight got cut off earlier. You should – nnnh…! – tell them what’s wrong.”

“Okay.” Koemi nodded again. “Okay. Be safe, Access.”

“I’m not gonna let some ugly grubby old whoever take a hold over my treasure trove,” Himoyo scoffed, and that at least drew a laugh from Koemi. If she could still joke like that at least she was alright.

She contacted Hisashi first, relaying the information quickly and drawing a soft curse from him and an instruction to proceed with the mission. Koemi quietly confirmed, and proceeded to contact Aki. Before she could, though, someone called, “Yuki-san?”

She froze and turned. Standing in his hero suit and staring at her in worry was the one and only Midoriya Izuku. She gulped.

“Yuki-san, what are you doing here?” Midoriya’s voice was so full of concern. “The situation is bad right now, you should leave.”

The thought of Himoyo trying to fend off a hacker and effectively blinding the rest of the Enablers made Koemi freeze. Now, more than anything, they need someone to help minimize damage and regain any semblance of control they could. That was her job. She had to stay on the ground.

“No,” she blurted before she could string better sentence.

Midoriya frowned. “Yuki-san, it’s really dangerous to stay here – “ he extended a hand to her.

She reacted before she could think about it, infusing her quirk into her voice, hissing, “Don’t touch me!”

Midoriya froze instantly, surprise and panic clouding his eyes before he realized what was going on. Guilt flooded Koemi’s veins and she released her hold over Midoriya instantly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay,” Midoriya assured. “I can understand why you did it. Still, Yuki-san, it’s dangerous here. Please go to the evacuation area.”

“No, I can’t,” Koemi shook her head, inching away from Midoriya’s reach. “I just – can’t.”

“You could get hurt.”

Koemi stared at him warily. “I’m not going.”

“Yuki-san, please. I don’t want to forcefully remove you from here.” Pain filled Midoriya’s eyes, guilt flooding his voice. It was clear that he didn’t like having to use force, and that made Koemi regret having to do what she was going to do next.

“Stay where you are and don’t touch me,” Koemi spoke, quirk flaring. Once again Midoriya froze, locked in place. Koemi spared him an apologetic look before she pressed her earpiece, listening to the crackle of voice that had just come from it.

“Brightlight,” she called. “Brightlight, you there?”

“Siren?” Aki’s voice crackled in, laced with confusion and budding panic. “Siren, what’s the situation? What’s happening here?”

“Brightlight,” she sighed a breath of relief. “Access’ dealing with some hacker. She can’t help us; we’re on our own.”

If Aki had wanted to answer in any way, he didn’t. Instead the channel crackled again, and in came Himoyo’s pained groan.

“Access! What is – what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Aki’s voice rose against the static before everything was cut off. For a moment, only horrible, horrible silence met Koemi’s ears, and she found herself holding her breath, expecting the worst to happen.

When the channel crackled with sound again, it was Aki’s voice, speaking in a completely deadpan tone, “…got company.”

Koemi couldn’t help it. A curse word slipped through her lips in an angry snarl before she could stop herself.

“Language, Siren,” Aki chided, but Koemi didn’t care. This wasn’t ideal scenario, that was for sure, and she didn’t like that.

Then came the unmistakable sounds of explosions, and Koemi knew instantly that Aki was engaged in battle. She was made sure of it when Aki hissed a curse of his own and what sounded like grunts came from the earpiece. She immediately tried to contact Hisashi, looking for some sort of clue as to how to proceed, but she couldn’t reach him for some reason.

This was bad. This was bad, bad, bad. This could throw the whole mission in jeopardy – already thrown the whole mission in jeopardy. Aki was their fighting guy, sure, he was proficient in martial arts and all-out street brawl, but Koemi was pretty sure that Aki wasn’t facing just one person. Something about the sounds from the earpiece made her sure of it. Besides, Aki was supposed to be their eye in the sky, with his higher vantage point, and was supposed to blind the heroes with his light manipulation quirk if needed be. With Hisashi somehow cut off completely from the conversation, Himoyo preoccupied, and Aki engaged, Koemi remained the last stronghold that could keep the mission going. Furthermore, now Aki faced the risk of somehow getting detained. That in itself wasn’t much of a problem since the Enablers had enough favors they could call to bail their own out of jail, but that at least would call attention to them.

As a group who thrived in anonymity, that wasn’t something they could afford.

In short, Koemi had to find a way to make sure Aki would be able to get out of his current situation unscathed. The question was how.

A soft gasp drew her attention, and she met Midoriya’s eyes. The effects of her quirk had worn off, apparently, but Koemi wasn’t surprised. Her quirk wasn’t exactly long-lasting, and she hadn’t been concentrating on it anyway.

“Yuki-san,” Midoriya said shakily, “please don’t do that again.”

An idea bloomed in Koemi’s mind, and she regretted it as soon as it came. She pressed her lips together and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she said. “You probably won’t forgive me, but…” she took a spare earpiece from her pocket and gave it to Midoriya. “Take this and put it on.”

Midoriya stiffened immediately. His face contorted in discomfort as he took the earpiece with trembling hands and put it on. “Yuki-san, what are you doing? Stop this.”

“I’m really sorry about this,” Koemi gritted her teeth. “Listen to me through that earpiece. I want you to go to that building,” she pointed at the building Aki was in, “and save my companion. He responds to Brightlight. Break through the wall so you’d be faster. Grab Brightlight, and run away.”

“No,” the young hero-in-training gasped, clearly trying to fight the control even as his body began moving. It strengthened the guilt that churned itself in Koemi’s stomach, but she decided that she could live with it if she could ensure her teammate’s safety,

“Break the wall, grab Brightlight, run.” Koemi infused as much as her willpower into the command, and she knew she had the boy. He turned almost immediately and began running, green lightning sparking off his body.

Koemi swallowed. This wasn’t ideal, and it definitely wasn’t subtle, but she didn’t see any other way to do it. She glanced at her phone screen and saw that she could see the security footage in the streets and, for some reason, the room Aki was in. they flickered in and out of focus, but she could still see, and that was more than enough for her.

“Be quick, Izuku,” Koemi coaxed Midoriya, intentionally switching to his first name. Familiarity, even forced, would often help her strengthen her control over whoever heard her voice.

Oh god, Hisashi was going to kill her. She hoped with all her might that her death would be worth the trouble.

Aki hated, hated, the fact that he had to fight so many at once. He also hated the fact that these were actual kids, and that he would totally lose if he had to keep this up.

No wonder these kids got into U.A’s hero course. Dangit.

It was hard, keeping them back. The explosion kid was so fast and light on his feet, exploding stars from his palms whenever he got close enough to Aki. The fire-and-ice kid was so tricky simply because he kept his distance and let his quirk do the job. Both the girl and the guy with hardening quirk were quick on their feet and skilled in fighting – and the girl was probably trained, too, judging from her stance – and they both made it even harder for Aki to just bolt away and jump out the window or something. Anything to get away from these kids.

Inwardly, almost pettily, Aki vowed never to help them debut if their agency asked the Enablers to help.

Multiple times, Aki had used his quirk to make the room pitch black or blindingly bright to steal away the kids’ sight and get himself a slight advantage, but that wasn’t much good either. The kids were trained well, that much he could tell.

Shit. He was really screwed. Would he end up in jail somehow? He hoped not. That’d give so much extra work to Hisashi.

Explosion kid, for some unfathomable reason, yelled to the girl to high-five him. Which made no sense, until the kid jumped and got to an improbable height and pounced at Aki from above.

He grinned from ear to ear, and Aki wondered how someone with such a devilish grin could end up in hero course, because that was the sort of smile that made children cry and gave adults nightmares, not give people a sense of peace and reassurance. “I got you now, fuckface,” the boy purred, and Aki decided right then and there that it was much more terrifying than if the boy had screamed to his face.

Still, the gods above apparently decided that this wasn’t a good day for Aki to get arrested, because the wall by his right exploded inwards right then. The rocking startled everyone in the room, and Aki used the opportunity to kick the boy off his chest and sprang away.

He eyed the newly made hole in the wall, waiting for the dust to settle and reveal what had broken the wall. As it turned out, a person had kicked his way in, clad in green costume with white gloves that went above his elbows. His curly green hair jutted out of – oh. Oh no. Aki knew that hair. That was the exact same hair as Hisashi’s.

He didn’t know if this was supposed to be a good development or not, but either way he felt like he had just been force-fed a whole lemon. This wasn’t how he envisioned meeting Hisashi’s son would be like.

The boy looked up at him, whole body trembling, and spoke with a tremor in his voice that was somehow familiar to him. “Are you Brightlight?”

Aki frowned. His stomach churned. “Yes.”

“Siren wanted me to grab you,” the boy said, and Aki felt like he had been dunked into a lake in midwinter. Siren sent him. Koemi sent him.

What the hell, Koemi.

Behind him, the girl in the heroes-in-training group gave a faint whisper. “…Deku?” she called, disbelief and confusion and shock lacing her voice.

Midoriya Izuku gave the four young heroes a pained look and grabbed Aki by the arm, dragging him away from his classmates. Green lightning coiled around his person as he jumped out of the building, running to wherever, all while the other four U.A students yelled for him and made a grab – to no avail. Somehow, the boy managed to get away from the four of them, all while wearing that pained look in his eyes. Aki knew that look well.

What the hell, Koemi. Hisashi’s gonna kill you.

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