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iheartmiidoriya · 3 years

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chapter 1/?

!!MY HERO MANGA CHAPTERS 300+ SPOILERS!!

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Midoriya is back at UA after leaving, and everything is different now. Ochako and Bakugou are his comforts but little does he know they’re in love with him, and have been for a long time.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° = Ochako perspective

✼　 ҉ ✼ = Bakugou perspective

■□■□■□ = general perspective

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Midoriya has been home for about a month, everyone had hoped it would finally go back to normal, but they knew that was an empty wish. Midoriya worried all day and night for their safety in the most silent way he could, but Ochako and Bakugou could read him like it was the only language they knew. Midoriya picked up a habit of asking the two to sit in his company, Bakugou would be with him in the mornings and Ochako would fill the spaces at night. Midoriya rarely slept for fear of nightmares, having Ochako lay on the couch with him and sleep while he kept himself awake with bad movies that were in the UA building. The mornings were him and Bakugou doing basic training with no words, Bakugou hoped the silence between them would get Midoriya to sleep for at least an hour, which usually worked while Bakugou got ready for his workouts, but no longer than 3 hours. Bakugou would watch him sleep and notice his face scrunch and his mumbles of fear from what his closed eyes saw. Although Bakugou and Ochako didn’t speak often, they were aware of their jobs when it came to Midoriya. It was an unspoken worry and connection with them when they’d switch him off at hours no teenager should be awake.

School still hadn’t resumed in the 2 months Midoriya had been back, all they did was team training and patrols while the search for villains staid active. Midoriyas days were filled with exploring and saving. He’d received special privileges for his past hero work when he was out of the school. He was aloud to go off of their routes if he saw fit, and he saw it fit more often than it was. He’d run off in the middle of patrols and only return for his late night movies with Ochako. This routine was unhealthy and wrong, and the 2 knew this. after each day had become this terrible routine, Ochako took it upon herself to talk to Bakugou about how to help.

Ochako found herself searching Bakugous usual spots from where he returned after his patrols. Finally she found him leaving the locker rooms in his street clothes, a black tank top and black joggers with old beaten shoes on his feet.

“pink cheeks.” he said surprised

“hey Bakugou, we should talk” she shifted worried he hadn’t notice this pattern

“… yeah, we should. I’m going to get some food, join me.”

His tone was less inviting and more demanding in a “you’re in trouble” kind of way. Ochako knew it wasn’t her in trouble specifically, but for the two of them for allowing this routine to continue for so long.

The walk was quiet but wasn’t awkward, it felt like a mutual worry and self hatred. Close to the cafeteria Ochako finally spoke up-

“What does he do with you? in the morning” she’d stopped in the middle of the hallway to make the conversation serious

“… let’s just sit down” he’d known this question was more complex than a simple list of their routine. Midoriya would sit in an emotional silence trying to stay awake to avoid his own traumatic dreams. It broke Bakugous heart, no matter how he didn’t want to admit it, Midoriya was a big fraction of his world.

They found a spot far from everyone and far from their friends views to encourage them not to sit with them. Had they noticed Midoriyas behavior? That wasn’t important.

“so we’re on the same page. he’s not okay, right?” Ochako broke their silence again, this time more insistent on answers from Bakugou

“Yeah… you wanted to know what we did. I’m not really sure, he kinda just sits there, he doesn’t even mumble stupid shit like he usually does- did.” Bakugou wasn’t loud like normal. Of course, after this year of him in UA, he had become less loud and become more comfortable with them all, but his snarky tone was nowhere to be found in their conversation.

“He just has me lay with him while he watches movies, but i’ve asked him what they were about and he doesn’t even remember, so I don’t know if he’s even paying attention” at this point this conversation was just venting about Midoriyas bad behavior. Had either of them even had a conversation with him? They hadn’t. The closest thing to a conversation was when Midoriya sobbed into Bakugous arms a few nights after he’d returned.

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2 days after Midoriya returned

There was a knock at my door, it was around 3 I think. I’m usually a heavy sleeper but that night those soft knocks were louder than anything i’d heard. My legs moved on their own, I think deep down i’d hoped it was Deku at the door, and my hopes were heard. Deku stood at my door, his fists were balled up and his eyes were wide like he was confirming he was awake to himself.

The night before i’d overheard mr. Aizawa and All Might mentioning Deku’s vivid night terrors, I hadn’t heard details of what they were, only that they were bad enough to talk about. Stupid nerd. He could talk to me about this too.

“Deku? what the fuck are you doing here it’s…” I checked the clock “3: something-.”@/“ I forget the time it was.

“Kacchan…. I need to leave here. I can’t stay.” Tears we’re being held back, I could feel them behind his eyes. Even though it was dark, I could see exactly what face he made. Normally i’d spout an insult and tell him to leave me the fuck alone, but I knew this wasn’t the time.

“why would you need to leave Deku.” It sounded less like a question and more like a stupid idea. It was stupid. He was being stupid, why was he so worried? UA is safe, he was safe. I would protect him. I’d did it before, hell! i almost died for him! Did he not trust me?

“I cant let anyone else get hurt. This is all my fault Kacchan. I see Midnights empty chair and I just can’t take it” his tears started flowing.

“Deku. Stop. we both know it’s not your fault.” This was the first conversation we’d had and all it was was shitty emotions. I couldn’t help it, i grabbed him and pulled him into a hug.

My fingers stroked his curls and i felt his face heat up because of the tears. He hugged my waist while my arms were around his shoulder. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. I dragged him into the room worried someone would hear his whimpers. I sat him on the bed and watched him sob into his scarred hands. i rubbed his back. i’ve never been good when it came to comfort, especially the comfort of the boy i bullied for years.

After about a minute he curled into my shoulders and grabbed my waist again. Hugging Deku felt so nice. It’s annoying and sappy but it’s the truth i’d never say out loud without some shitty quirk making me. Normally i’d shove him off and kick him out… normally… i felt nice i guess so i just… hugged back.

it was about 30 minutes of hugging and his whimpers, why did i feel so giddy? Deku came to me for comfort. I was making him grounded. I needed to say something. Say sorry for bullying him, say i was glad he was home, say i wanted us to stay glued together. Instead I just gasped ready to speak but didn’t.

“…oh… sorry kacchan, i’ve overstayed my welcome haha.” Deku sat up forcing a shitty smile on his face wiping his red eyes.

“No! i mean… no. it’s whatever deku, you can stay in here if you need.” Shit. that sounded rude.

“no it’s fine. sorry…” deku got up and was moving faster than i’d expected, no… wanted. I grabbed his arm.

“Deku, I don’t want you to leave right now.” Why? I cant tell him that I’d liked being his safe space. “I don’t trust you to not leave the school.” Fuck. Nice going. Now he only thinks you want him here for some sake other than his company.

“oh… yeah ok.” Deku fell next to me and laid his head against the bed. As much as I hate saying it, that shitty nerd is so handsome in all lighting. Even after his breakdown, he just somehow looked photo ready. I saw his eyes flutter shut. I think he fell asleep the second his eyelids touched. After a minute of watching him I laid my head in front of his.

“Stupid nerd.” I couldn’t help but run my fingers in his hair. It was so comforting, I didn’t even realize i’d fallen asleep. My bed was empty in the morning.

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Bakugou told this story to Ochako, minus the mini love denial in his head.

“did you end up talking to him about it the next day?” Her words were passionate, ready for the No Bakugou would say to make a disappointed remark toward him.

“You know the answer to that. after that i just found him in the commons and he followed me”

Ochako swallowed her tongue. Now wasn’t the time to lecture Bakugou, she knew deep down she’d do the same.

“well?” Bakugou asked

“hm?”

“how did you guys’ weird routine start?”

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

12 AM, 5 days after Midoriya returned

I was getting ready for bed when someone knocked at my door, this wasn’t particularly uncommon, but who was outside was.

“hey Ururaka…”

“Deku! hey… is something wrong?”

“no! I just can’t sleep… would you mind watching a movie with me?”

as inappropriate as the thought was, my mind immediately went to this encounter being a date. Maybe he’d thought about me while he was gone. I didn’t realize how rude of me it was to think this.

I didn’t notice till the movie had started, but Deku’s eyes were pretty red, like he’d been crying not long before this. I spoke without thinking

“Deku were you crying?” I regret asking instantly, not because it sparked an unwanted conversation, but because it’d made the environment stiff and uncomfortable.

“I- uh” He obviously didn’t want to talk about it, I’d made everything worse! I decided the best corse of action was to put my hand over his mouth.

“I’m sorry! you don’t have to tell me! let’s just finish the movie!” Deku looked pretty surprised, but I could barely tell from the red glow my face emitted. The only thing that snapped me back was his giggle as he gently placed my wrist on the couch.

“it’s fine Ururaka… I’m fine.” his smile became much more fake when he tried to reassure me his wellness.

The movie was pretty cheesy, It was PG and allowed in schools so of course it wasn’t perfect. I found myself in and out of sleep, waking up each time i saw Deku’s eye bags grow darker and his eyelids heavier. around the third time i’d woken up I decided I should say something.

“Deku… you can fall asleep if you want. I have like 10 times now” I giggled to myself but Deku just stared at me. When he’d realized I’d made a joke he chuckled back to confirm he’d listened.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I’d rather not”

The sleepiness must’ve taken a hold on me because I pulled his head down to lay against my thigh so he could rest. The position wasn’t sexual or particularly romantic. It was more a plead than anything.

I saw his eyes shut finally and I just watched. 10 minutes into his rest I realized why he didn’t want to sleep. He started to turn a lot and saying little “no”‘s while he slept. I shook him awake

“Deku! are you okay? You were having a nightmare” he lifted his head off my thigh.

“yeah… yeah i’m ok.” a bead of sweat fell from his brow. “I think i’m just gonna stay awake a little longer.. you can rest though. I’ll wake you up when i head to bed, yeah?”

Deku was always so kind, our positions switched and i laid on his legs now, i fell asleep really fast, his scars and muscles made it look like he’d have rough and uncomfortable legs, but it was the opposite. I woke up around 6 in my bed. I’d like to assume he carried me there…

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Ochako told her story back, similar to bakugou she left out her internal monologue.

“after that he just kept inviting me to watch movies, now I just instinctively fall asleep on the couch and end up in my room.” she couldn’t figure out if flattery should be the bare of her emotions or loneliness.

Bakugous temper reappeared “well what the fuck do we do?! there’s no way a therapy session will help.” he held his head in his hand

“… well, maybe the two of us should see him… together!”

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incorrect-kacchako-quotes · 5 years

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Katsuki, shirtless: Has anyone seen my fucking top?

Jirou, pointing vaguely: Yeah, Uraraka’s in the kitchen.

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colistalk · 5 years

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After fight with villains. <3

#kacchako #uraraka ochako #katsuki bakugo #bakugou #katsuchako #uraraka x bakugou #bnha #mha

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kacchakosecretsanta · 5 years

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Call of Interest

Hello! It's that time of the year to get a headcount for the Kacchako Secret Santa gift exchange that takes place in December! We held this event last year and it turned out to be a very fun event for all who entered, so we're looking to hold another exchange this year. Before doing so, we ask that you either like and/or reblog so we can see who all is interested. If we get a good response, we'll open up registration in November and get this event underway. Thank you for your interest and we hope to have another great gift exchange this year! ♥

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roraewrites · 6 years

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stars & fireworks // kacchako

this is for the weekly prompt event that’s happening in the kacchako server ( @kacchakohaven ). the prompt is stars!

hope you all enjoy~

Ochako sits by his side, her hands in her lap as she looks at the sky above them. He’s deaf to the many different booms and bangs overhead, but the way her face lights up at every single firework is amusing to him.

She’s happy, excited, her eyes squinting at each flash of light and when they finally end, she’s quick to jump from her spot on the ground and start cheering. She’s the only thing he can hear, the only thing he can see in the dead of night; when he stands to join her, Ochako is still jumping and clapping and Katsuki’s lips break into a lopsided smirk.

He still feels sticky and hot from their training session but Ochako begged him to go with her to watch the fireworks. At first, he had no problem with telling her no, but the look in her eyes reflected sadness and it let loose guilt in his chest.

So he changed his answer and now he’s standing by her side on the outskirts of their city, watching the cars and city lights twinkle in the distance. The street lights are faint but Ochako pulls her phone from her bag and begins to light the way with her flashlight.

It’s not unusual for the two of them to be seen around town together. Albeit, Bakugou wasn’t one to always agree to this type of stuff two years ago, but the brunette’s bubbly personality grew on him and he found himself actually enjoying her presence, rather than telling her to beat it or get lost.

She talks the entire way back and Katsuki finds himself listening to every single word.

Ochako talks about her day, her grades, their training and how she’s thankful for him and how he never goes easy on her and he feels butterflies in his stomach. It brings his mind back to their first fight and how excited he was to fight her.

Now they’re training buddies and he loves seeing that fire in her eyes with each punch she throws and each counter attack she thinks of.

They finally arrive at the dorms and she’s still talking and he’s still listening. Once they reach the floor that both of them live on, Katsuki walks her to her dorm and waits for her to finish talking about how she plans to visit her parents soon.

Her watches the way her eyes squint slightly when she talks of her mother, her cheeks pressing against her eyes as she grins when she mentions her.

And he watches how her eyes grow wider when she mentions her father, clearly admiring the man that raised her and cheered her on from the very get go.

Now she’s quiet, looking at Katsuki with a content smile lining her lips and he can’t take his eyes off of her. He finds himself lost in her eyes; they’re colored in a rich auburn, golden flecks shimmering from within the confines of her pools and that’s when he notices that Infinity Girl’s eyes are painted with a galaxy of their own.

Millions of tiny stars shimmering in the golden depths, caramel swirls coloring the milky-ways that reside there and he’s lost in a different world.

“Katsuki?”

He blinks, lips parting before his cheeks itch with a blush.

“I’m gonna go to sleep now,” she says with a soft smile and he only scratches at the back of his neck before nodding. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” he muses before taking a step back.

He eventually wanders down the hall to his own dorm and escapes to the darkness inside. He doesn’t bother flipping the lights on, doesn’t bother stripping his work out clothes from his body or even wandering down to showers.

He’s got his back pressed to the wall as his hand comes to cover his heart. It’s beating a million miles per hour, mirroring the way he feels when he’s dressed in his hero costume, explosions crackling from the palms of his hands, only he’s not doing any of that right now.

Ochako has worked some kind of spell on him over the past two years, wiggling under his skin and muscles until she’s sitting next to his heart, content smile on her face. He’s grown soft for the brunette, grown soft in many different ways and he hasn’t even tried to fight it.

He exhales slowly, trying to reel in his thoughts but the only thing he can focus on is her.

He thinks of the stars in her eyes that paint a galaxy and eventually, he feels himself calm. He’s never felt this way until now and as much as he wants to march back to her door and challenge her to a rematch, his bottom is pressed to the floor, his back against the wall while his fingers comb through his hair.

Katsuki saw more than fireworks that night with Ochako.

Not only did he see them, but felt them.

#kacchako #bakuraka #katsuchako #kaccha #kacchako fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #rrw #kacchas

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thornlessrosesonmydreams · 6 years

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"I Wasn't Lying When I Said I Loved You.."

“I can’t believe you…” Ochaco started, but got distracted by a wound that had caught her attention. It was on Katsuki’s right shoulder. It was a little deep, but not too bad that it need stitches. Their were other scrapes and wounds that covered other parts of his body, some of which required stitches. Ochaco gently pressed the healing ointment that was on her index finger onto one of his fresh scrapes. Bakugou winced and growled quietly. Majority of his body was in pain and he definitely believed that he deserved what he was feeling.

The reason behind all of his pain and injuries was because he had gone on a pro-hero trip, one that was initially meant for Ochaco. Ochaco wasn't present when the message was being delivered instead Bakugou was who was suppose to pass the message onto her, but him hearing how dangerous and life-threatening this trip was feared that he wouldn't even have a girlfriend to wake up next to anymore. So he decided to hide the message from her and take this responsibility onto himself. The others tried to stop him from going, but there's no stopping Bakugou when he’s determined to do something. Not only does he have to deal with the pain he felt all over his body he’s going to have to deal with his angry girlfriend, too. It was not a good evening for Bakugou.

Ochaco sighed and Bakugou looked up at his frustrated girlfriend. “We are suppose to tell each other everything,” she moved onto the last scrape that she had to rub ointment onto and did just that. He again responded with a wince. “And I’m a pro-hero just like you! I have to go on missions and help others and you shouldn't be trying to stop me from doing all of that.”. Bakugou slowly rose up groaning as he did and looked down at his girlfriend. She was right, but he wasn’t going to come out and admit it. His body took a beating, but his pride won't.

“I know that damn well Uraraka,” Bakugou’s eyes were soft as they looked down at Ochaco’s chocolatey ones. It was so hard to not get lost in them. “I was…..,” Saying how he felt didn't happen quite often. Ochaco knew how hard it was for him to say such loving things to her even to his friends, but when it came time when he had to say something even if it was hard he’d still try. He lifted his arms up slowly groaning lightly as he did and grabbed both sides of her face with his injured hand’s.

“Ugh, I…..crap! I was afraid of losing you damn it.” He finally let out. His pride tried to keep his humbleness on a leash, but it was a blessing that his humbleness got stronger. Ochaco closed her eye’s her frown still on her face and sighed. Her eye’s stayed closed for a long time and he even wondered what she was thinking. He was growing impatient wanting an answer from his girlfriend. He opened his mouth about to speak until she opened her eye’s and look at his sad, red one’s once again. “What else have you lied to me about, Katsuki?” He breathed in and out calmly. Bakugou wasn't one to lie besides this one time nor beat around the bush. He was very frank and everybody that knew him knew that. He lowered his head and placed his lip’s gently onto her’s. Her lip’s were very soft and smelled like coconut’s and almond’s. They even tasted like it, too. He could tell she liked the kiss, because she sighed blissfully at his lips.

He moved away and look down at her again with his hand’s still at her cheeks. No matter how much he may want to, he won't lie to Ochaco ever again. Even if it meant her going on a risky trip to save victim’s and putting the villians in jail and getting severely hurt or even worse, die in the process. It scared the hell out of him to even think about it. “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” He spoke gently to her. It was unusual for him to speak like that, but Uraraka made him weak. She sighed again, but this time it was different. This sigh was a sigh without sadness. The smile that appeared on her face showed peace and joy. Peace and joy that weren’t false.

It was from knowing that he wasn’t lying when he had said that to her. He obviously wasn’t and she could tell in the way he took care of her, the way he let things go just to be in better standing with her, how he sacrificed the small things only to put her first, etc. There was no room for doubt in her heart. Her heart knew the truth. She leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on his lip’s and stood as close as the tip of their noses touching. “I know.”

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