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katsus-world · 1 year

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Mha boys reacting to you getting hurt on the battle field 😱

Characters: bakugou, kirishima 🤗

Warning: cussing (?) And mentions of injuries (not graphic at all tbh)

Boy he’s mad as soon as he hangs up the phone, getting the call from the hospital.

He’s not mad he’s absolutely worried

Get ready to be yelled at 😭

Of corse he’s more worried than angry but he can’t help but express himself through yells and lectures.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! You can’t just go jumping in front of villains y/n! What if something else happened?! What if he fucking killed you!? You have to think be-“

You roll your eyes, cutting him off

“Katsuki you would do the same thing if you were in my position! Don’t sit here and act like you’ve never gotten hurt before. This just comes with the job..”

You slowly sit up straight, your head pounding at your not so sudden movements. You wince as you place yourself straight. The wince obviously not going unnoticed by your very mad boyfriend.

“Tch, it doesn’t matter what I’ve done. You need to be more careful. You have to think y/n.”

He turns around, pulling the chair that was by the door to you. His eyes are filled with concern as he scans your scratched up face. A ping of guilt hits you as you try to reassure the worried hot head.

“Katsuki, I’m fine. Don’t worry, it’s only a couple of scratches. I’ll be better before you know it.

After the hospital

Once you get discharged from the hospital, it’s bed rest for you.

Did you really think he’d let you get out and just dump yourself into work again? Nope you finna stay in bed because you still have a mild concussion.

Would make sure your agency is taken care of. He’d take shifts with Kirishima who offered to help him. Wanting to help katsuki who is already stressed out w his own agency.

You sigh as you flip through the channels of the tv, looking for anything that can help you with the boredom that has stayed with you for the last hour or so.

Ping*

Katsu 🖤: hey I’m about to get off from patrol I’ll be home in 5.

You send a quick reply as you smile in content. Seeing him after a long day of doing nothing is the best.

“Hey I’m home!” You hear the door open as he calls out. Feeling his gauntlets hit the floor and his steps quickly making their way to your shared bedroom.

His tired frame looking back at you, a soft smile pulled at your lips as you opened your arms to him.

“How you feeling?” His gruff voice rumbled in his chest, sitting down on the bed to give you a peck on the lips, engulfing himself in your arms.

“Better now that you’re here.” The cheesy line making him roll his eyes playfully

You ask him about how his day was, listening to him rant about some dumbass reporter who shoved his microphone all too close to Katsuki’s face.

When you’re finally healed,

(about two weeks after, with the help of some medication and doctors with healing quirks),

Katsuki is a Little nervous to see you out in the field again 😭 but he trusts that nothing bad will happen to you

You’re smart you know how to take care of yourself. And well if something does happen, it��s only inevitable.

It comes with the job sadly.

Only thing he could do is trust you and your abilities, and hope to see you at your shared house.

Bro was on the verge of tears when he saw you.

Your pretty body all bandaged up, scratches on your legs and face.

He would most definitely tell you to be more careful, thinking of lecturing you but he’s more understanding than bakugou. He knows this happens so he wouldn’t be giving you a semi-hard time abt it.

Would most definitely be mad, not at you but the villain and especially if they got away!

“God, that fucking villain better hope I don’t find him!” You’ve never really seen him this mad, the red head looks like an actual dragon, smoke about to come out of his nose. 😭

“Ei, calm down. You look like bakugou.” You try to pop a joke, but it only makes his shoulders losen.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny. You could’ve gotten killed. And I know it comes with the job but..” his glossy eyes meet yours.

“Ejirou, don’t cry baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’d be so worried I can’t even 😭😭

You’d have to calm him down because he’d would just feel so bad.

It just makes him feel bad because he wasn’t able to protect you 😭

After the hospital

He would take a few days off of work to stay with you.

He’d keep you in bed though. Only letting you get up when you need to use the bathroom.

He’d clean your wounds and replace your bandages.

He’d smother you like a mf 😭

Always asking if you need something. He’d try and fluff your pillows to make you feel more comfortable.

At one point he’d ask you if you’re ok in the bathroom 😭

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t bc what if you fall?? What if you need help getting up??

Once he has to go back to work, he’d text you every chance he gets.

Would most definitely FaceTime you while he’s in his office doing paper work.

If he’s on patrol, he’d tell his assistant to call you, make sure you’re ok.

Would most definitely ask Mina to take you some food! Maybe stay with you a little so someone is taking care of you.

And so you’re not bored

When he comes home from work, he’d hang up his gear. Walking quickly to your bedroom and just plop down next to you on the bed.

“Hey babe. How are you feeling?” His yawns as he looks up at you, a toothy smile as he lays on his stomach.

“I’m feeling better ei.” Your hand meets his hair, grazing his scalp. The feeling making a chill go down his spine.

Once you’re ready to go back to work, he’d make sure to still text you every now and then.

Every 2 hours 😭

Like bakugou, he’d still be worried. This job is so hard on a person, and his love for you is so great that the fear of you getting hurt makes his chest ache.

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This was originally supposed to also have Midoriya but I got lazy 😭💔 not proof read sorry for any misspellings! Let me know if any of y’all want to read Midoriya’s reaction!

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aizawaxhappiness · 2 years

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Mitsuki: Kirishimas eyes are brown, right?

Katsuki: No. They’re bright red with flecks of maroon when the light hits them just right.

Mitsuki: And when was the last time he smiled?

Katsuki: Last night at 11:30 p.m. when he laughed at something Kaminari said.

Mitsuki: What’s his favorite animal?

Katsuki: Red pandas, because they’re really cute and soft, even though them being endangered makes him sad

Mitsuki: Uh-huh. And when’s my birthday?

Katsuki:

Mitsuki: When’s my birthday, Katsuki.

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dekumidoriya16 · 1 year

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Bakugo: I, a pessimist, sees a dumbass bitch that only came here with me because he wanted free spaghetti.

Kirishima: I, an optimist, sees a super cool manly man who invited me to a restaurant for some bro time!

Waiter! Denki: I, a realist, sees two very dumb gays who are the last to know they're dating.

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niazoe · 9 months

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Day 3 of Kiribaku month!! Summer ☀️♥️🧡

Please don’t repost without permission!!

#krbk month 2023 #kiribaku #mha kiribaku #bakushima #krbk #bakukiri #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #kirshima eijirou #mha kirishima #mha #bnha #mha art #bnha art #my art <3 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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sorry is this is a weird thirst to share i just need to share it tho

i just constantly imagine kiri seeing how tired and stressed i am from work and grad school and insisting i need a daddy dom to lay me out and fuck the stress out of me. im constantly rejecting his offers until he just loses it and holds me down to force me into subspace. holds me captive in a full nelson while his thick fingers play with my fat brown cunt..wont stop overstimming me until i finally call him daddy/sir AHHH sorry just the idea of kiri forcing his way into my life and insisting i need him sexually to be a functional adult just hits different

-(^_^)

18+ MDNI -dubcon

I'm screaming , crying and throwing up right now because I've been thinking about this alot lately!

Big old Dilf!Kirishima who's 45 but doesn't look a day over 30. The only indication of his age being the white skunk stripe that frames his face surrounded by unruly red locs-- often pulled up into a pony to better broadcast that charming smile.

And he comes into the little cafe that you're working part-time towards the end of your shift every night just so he can have an excuse to follow you home. And he's sucha pervy old man. Pulling you close against his side under the guise of protection. Or leading you with his large hand on the small of your bag, fingers "absentmindedly" grazing your ass. Making faux-innocent comments about your pretty face and cute young body. Commenting that you're so polite , "a perfect little girl" and trust me he definitely notices the way your thighs clench together. The sight has him chubbing in his hero suit.

He brings it up after walking you home a couple of weeks -- the whole sugarbaby/daddy thing. "I don't know, kid. You're working yourself so hard" He pauses, glancing down at your smaller frame. So fucking tiny compared to him, he could just break you. "I'm sure there's an easier way for a pretty girl like yourself to get money". And god bless your little soul because you have absolutely no idea what he's suggesting. Other 25 yo women would've already been on there knees but you're a sweet innocent grad student that spends most of your time with your head in books. No time for romance, or god forbid sex . Kirishima could see it too-- the innocence in those big doe eyes and they way they widened into saucers when he clarified .

God his dick was painfully hard when you started sputtering and waving your hands frantically, blabbering on and on about how you wouldn't be good enough because you lacked experience. No doubt he almost ruined his underwear at the thought of breaking in your virgin cunt. It would be so easy to follow you upstairs and invite himself in. Insisting that he was thirsty or needed to use the restroom. " It's the least you could do for breaking my heart" he'd tease, pinching the supple flesh of your cheeks. It would be so hard not to laugh at your panicked expression, so eager to please that you're practically pulling him up the steps to your place. "Be right back!" you chirp as you dash into the kitchen and he just smiles in response because now he has you right where he wants you.

"Got lonely by myself" His breath would fan against your skin, chuckling deeply at your yelp of suprise. Teeth grazing the shell of your ear, eliciting shockwaves to places you've never thought about touching. And god- he's a big brute of a man , your literally trapped between him and the counter not able to move if you wanted to. Cause you don't want to move right ? You're asking for this. You want him to drag a hardened fingered down the seams of your leggings, black fabric pooling at your ankles. Even if you're squirming against him and saying no it's really because you're trying to rub against his cock. Rock hard and throbbing against your ass. You could feel the heat pulsating through the thin fabric of your underwear. He can't wait to ruin you, to to sink his thick fingers into your tight brown cunny. Would you cry for him? Bite your lip as he stretched you open ? Scissoring your whole and rubbing your clit with the pads of his thumb. He'd get you nice and dumb for him too. So his face and name is the only thing you remembered and by the time he sunk his cock into your pretty little pussy , you'd already be hooked. Daddy's perfect little girl , ready to do whatever just to get a crumb of dick and attention. Might even drop out of school and be his pretty little incubator. Just wait around his condo until he makes it home and pumps you so full of spunk that it's oozing down your legs.

It would be so easy for him to break you, right here and right now. But that wouldn't be manly. Kirishima may be a sleazy old perv that jerks off while sniffing the hand that rested on your waist-- the faint smell of your perfume still lingering. Eyes blown wide thinking about how much better it'd feel if he was fucking into you. Yeah... he might be a perv but he at least wants you to think you have a choice. So he just waits. Waits until the day that you're ready to become daddy's girl.

i- this was supposed to be a thirst, but it seems like I got a bit carried away ....

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theyeehawpope · 10 months

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Muse 🤍

Bakugou x artist!reader

He laughs; he genuinely laughs, and she is proud at her ability to illicit such a pleasant sound. Albeit at her misfortune.

They had spent the better part of the last half hour in silence as she took the time to ensure that the basics of the painting were more or less roughly captured. She had trouble convincing him to allow her to use him for the piece in the first place due to his insistence that he was no model and that he did not like the idea of sitting around waisting time when he could be training.

A week she spent following him around, capturing his different facial expressions: anger, hesitation, calm, agitation, pride, fear, and joy. Joy was by far her favorite expression that he had expressed. It was rare too that he would show it, but when he did, it was quick. Manifesting in a curve of his lips that would slightly crinkly the corners of his eyes, eyes that would shine a bright crimson with elation, and if you were fortunate enough, a laugh would escape, all before he quickly shut down the emotion that had fought pass his tough exterior to then go back to his usual straight faced glare.

It was that laugh that had inspired the piece that she currently worked on. She spent no time developing the concept of "Happiness is a Butterfly," the idea of a fleeting joy that you can't seem to catch no matter how hard to try. The difficult part of it all was getting him to agree. She, of course, had spent a week studying him and his nuances and could use one of her regular models to sit in for the painting, but in her mind, no one could ever emulate the emotions nor evoke the feeling that she got when she looks as him. So she asks him. He immediately shuts her down; that doesn't deter her resolve. Unrelenting, she leaves him messages, intercepts him on the way back to the agency from patrol, buys him coffee, opens up her availability to accommodate him, anything to wear him down and get him to agree to her request. Then, one day, he sees her standing at the entrance to the agency with a coffee cup in hand. He stops, stating at unwavering eyes and radiant smile, knowing full well that despite his best attempt at dissuading and at times straight up being rude to her, that she would not leave him alone until she got what she wanted.

Which is how she was able to rope him into sitting in her studio, modeling for her. He had been an excellent model; keeping still and allowing her to concentrate all without a fuss so that she could get as much down as quickly as possible just as she had promised him. That is until he began to shake. She hadn't noticed it at first, being so focused on her craft, but his loud out bust startled her out of her stupor. Dragging her eyes away from the canvas, she is met with the magnificent sight of Bakugou Katsuki doubled over, arms wrapped around his stomach, broad shoulders shaking violently, wheezing in a tempt to catch his breath, letting out a deep laugh that left her feeling breathless. Confused and captivated by the sight in front of her, she didn't dare interrupt to question it, in fear that once she spoke, the beautiful sight in front of her may vanish.

"What are you laughing at?" She amusingly questions once he regained his composure.

Ignoring her, he strides over to where she is perched behind the canvas. For a moment, he just stares down at her, his eyes still sparkling with amusement and his lips curved into a slight smirk. They examine each other for what feels like eternity but is only mere seconds before Bakugou picks up the rag that lays on the counter beside them. Following his movements, she watches him dip the tip of the rag in the nearby water cup and squeeze the excess water out, lifting the rag up to her face he pauses, searching her eyes for permission, she nods. With that, he places the damp rag against her cheek. Shuttering, she sucks in a breath and allows her eyes to flutter shut at the contact. Careful to not scrub too hard, Bakugou takes his time to wipe away the paint that she had seemingly smeared all over her face. He is holding the rag in one hand and her face in the other. She's never seen him be so gentle, for he is known for his usual rough and aggressive personality, yet the way the he brushes his finger along her jaw and aginst her lip is feather like almost as if he doesn't want to scare her away with sudden movements.

"Done." He states, placing the rag back on the counter but not making any moves to remove his hand from her face or backing away. He turns his head to glance at the painting briefly before returning them to you. Brows slightly furrowed he asks, "Why me?"

"I'm not sure understand."

Heaving frustratedly, "Out of all the shitty extras you have to choose from, why me? What about me gave you the impression of the guy in this painting. Most people take one look at me and see and asshole with a foul mouth and turn tail."

She pauses in shock at his question, "I- Do you see yourself that way? Because most people don't think twice when they consider what other people may be like; they take things at face value and don't take the time to understand what others may think or feel. I like to observe and try to capture the emotions buried deep, and I know you've been through hardships that would otherwise destroy people, but I can tell that behind the facade you try to push down potential happiness out of guilt for being able to find happiness again and of fear of loosing it." She lifts her hand to hold his wrist of the hand still cupping her face, "That's why, even if you won't let your true emotions shine through, then here on this canvas, I can show the world who you truly are. But none of this matters, I suppose, if you choose to believe the half truths that the world says about you."

Bakugou loses himself in the depth of awe and admiration she looks up at him with. Allowing himself to be drawn in until his forehead is touching herself. He shuts his eyes and breaths. She had seen through him like no one had before. It was exilerating yet frightening in the best way possible. She was right he was guilty that he lived on while many of his friends and colleagues have died on missions over the years, and he was afraid to be happy because anything could happen and anyone could rip that away from him, but maybe every once in a while he could allow himself the pleasure he seeks and drown in absolute bliss without the feelings of dread to consume him, and now was one of those times. So he allowed himself to breathe her in smelling the paint and her faint perfume and leaned in until their lips connected. Soft and gentl just like the rest of her. He kissed her like his life depended on this kiss. She melted into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in deeper, fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to embrace each other. Lips moving tentivly at first until they find their rhythm and begin to quicken wanting more- needing more , to taste more of each other, to feel more of each other, to only breathe each other in. But their lungs protest's win so they break for air grinning before diving back in for more.

Painting now forgotten, but she could care less, lost in the emotions of a kiss that she could never capture on a canvas. So they fell into the happiness that they had been chasing and explored these new feelings.

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writingwhileblvck · 5 months

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Kirishima is the kind of of boyfriend who is extremely aware of your emotions. And not in a creepy or overbearing way, he just loves you so much that he can just feel when somethings is off about you. And the knows exactly how to handle it.

Like if you need to cry, he will first make sure no one else is around, then he'll kneel down in front of you and rub your legs gently as you cry. But if your crying turns into a panic attack, or if your just sobbing so hard your shaking or something. Then he take you into his arms, holding you close to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat. His heart beat always calms you down.

He'll stroke your head and rock you gently in his strong arms, and when you finally calm down, he will make or buy your favorite meal, cause he wants to be sure you eat something, and then lay with you and continue to stroke your head and back so you can get some sleep.

He absolutely hates seeing you like this, it tears him to pieces. If he could physically remove your pain, or anxiety trust he would do it in a heart beat. But this isn't a perfect world so if this is the best he can do then he will do it every time.

#mha #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha angst #kirshima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima angst #bnha #bnha kirishima #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #mha x gn!reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader

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ccerealbowl · 8 months

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Who’s gonna tell him…

#I’m sorry #o(-(#kirshima eijirou #Kirishima #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #fanart #angst #comic

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loveisloveisacomplicatedgirl · 4 months

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okay, emotional damage was made. leaving kiri behind was god awful. listening to them argue was undeniably painful. realizing we, listener, are probably the worse thing to happen to this realm and our companions was utterly heartbreaking... but meeting hawks all of a sudden?

i'm healed. i'm glowing. i've never been better. who is this beautiful winged devil pointing a sword at me? dare i trust them? no, never! okay, maybe just a little~ as a treat

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officiallyashley · 1 year

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BNHA HEADCANONS— (more) polyamorous relationship between the bakusquad

NOTES: enjoy! These are more headcanons on poly Bakusquad (that ft my oc who is apart of the bakusquad)! These headcanons are kinda whatever was coming into my mind at the time I was writing this, so there isn’t a specific theme to these headcanons.

WARNINGS: no warnings!

{~~~}

They have various properties where everyone gets together three times a year.

Once in the summertime, during fall break, and during Christmas break.

I mean, they see each other in between those times of the year obviously

And this property is HUGE. I mean, it kinda HAS to be huge because of how many people and kids there are.

So Mina, Katsuki, and Ash live together with their kids. Denki and Jiro live with their daughter. Hanta and Eijiro live together with their adopted daughter, along with Mina and Kiri’s son and daughter. Mina occasionally stays over at Hanta and Kiri’s to see her son and daughter. Later on (I’m talking a long time like Sukiko is twenty years old when this happened), Ash and Hanta have twins (Kenji and Vivienne), who end up living with Hanta and Eijirou.

They all occasionally rotate (i.e. Ash sleeping over at Denki and Jiro’s for the night or Katsuki staying over at Kiri and Hanta’s place for the night). They would do it more, but they all have kids and jobs that keep them suuuuper fucking busy.

So Jiro and Denki’s daughter is named Yuka Shiko, Kirishima and Mina have twins named Ema Aoi and Riku Kyo, and Kirishima and Sero adopt a daughter renamed Cecelia Rose (better known as CeCe).

Ashley is known for being a levelheaded and calm person. Nothing really sets her off too much. However, there are serious moments where Ash is just… too calm. Sometimes it’s unsettling, but it’s only because when something horrible happens, Ash’s first initial response is shock and she would rather not express her emotions. Once the situation sets in for her, Ash shows more of how she feels.

Mina, Ash, and Jiro cherish their girls' days. Their boyfriends know that.

Like the girls will be walking around a shopping center or something and they all get texts from their group chat.

“Mina, they’re spamming us with phone calls.” Jiro said.

“Okay, well, just ignore them. Today is our girls day!”

“Hey, hon, they’re trying to FaceTime us.” Ash said.

“But today is our day! Don’t answer it. They can text if it’s anything important! 😤👏🏼”

Their boyfriends do this purely to annoy Ash, Mina, and Jiro and to be clingy.

They’re saying stuff like:

yo, Jiro, have you seen my socks? — Denki

Ash, what’s for dinner? — Sero

Their boyfriends will also take boys’ days.

And that’s when the girls take revenge 🤟🏼🤪

Heya, Katsubae, can you guys pick up Ash some Oreos? Thx, babe! — Mina

Yo, Sero, do you mind picking up some cookies? Sugar cookies and red velvet, to be exact. Thx, dude. — Ash

Katsuki sticks his tongue out when he concentrates. It’s so cute omg 🥰🥰

When she eats and drinks, Ash does a little dance in her seat. She doesn’t even realize that she does it, but Mina has clips on her phone of Ash eating and drinking and doing her little wiggle for proof. It’s honestly really adorable ☺️

Denki is the group’s phone charger. Period. ✋🏼

Ashley, Denki, and Kirishima are often found napping together.

Kiri and Denki are touch starved and they know Ash is the epitome of sleep deprivation so they’ll get touchy with her and ask her to take a nap with them, which she does.

Hanta and Ash binge true crime videos on YouTube. It’s one of their favorite pastimes.

Denki loves it when Ash acts innocent because he knows that Ash is anything but innocent. Everyone knows that Ash is anything but innocent.

The Bakusquad takes Halloween and Christmas very seriously. These are their favorite holidays, and these are the holidays that they go all-out on.

Jiro loves making playlists full of songs that pertain to her lovers. She’s made a playlist for all of her lovers individually, and she’s made one for the entirety of the group. Jiro has her own separate playlist, too.

The entire Bakusquad has binged played all of the FNAF games in one night. Afterwards, Sero, Denki, Katsuki, and Mina all crashed on a pallet on the living room floor while Ash and Kirishima fell asleep together on the couch.

They also did that for all of the Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Undertale, Deltarune, and various other game series.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

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Chapter 91 - Symbol of Peace

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #kirshima eijirou #iida tenya

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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Traitor Rewrite Part 3

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

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

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

It didn’t work.

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

“ I want to go home.” he whispered.

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

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

Who was he kidding? He was one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This felt all wrong.

It had to be all wrong,

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

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

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

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

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

“ What do you need?” Mina asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ I want to go home.” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His heart hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ I just find it hard to believe-”

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

“ Aoyama-” Shoji whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Catching a bus.” he replied flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ I AM NOT-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Not one you would like.” he replied.

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

“ Or what? You’ll report me?”

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

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

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

“ I don’t want to see it that way.”

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

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

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

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

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