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KRBK Week 2023
April 17th (Day One): Soulmates
April 18th (Day Two): Flowers
April 19th (Day Three): Free Day/Night In
April 20th (Day Four): Happy Birthday Bakugou
April 21st (Day Five): Sparring
April 22nd (Day Six): Handmade Gift
April 23rd (Day Seven): Cake/Cupcakes
Please see KrbkWeek2023 for full details.
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Day Six: Handmade Gift
“What… what is this?”
Katsuki stared at the little wooden dragon carving Eijirou had presented him with. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, but the details were intricate. It looked more like a wyrmling than an adult dragon, and he lifted a brow. His mate smiled back at him sheepishly and padded his hands over his stomach. Scarlet eyes widened with realization and Katsuki’s gaze drifted down to Eijirou’s toned abs and stomach.
“Is this – you’re not…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, at a loss for words.
Eijirou blushed and nodded his head. “I am. Is that bad?”
Katsuki dropped the little wood carving in the grass at their feet and rushed forward to wrap Eijirou in his arms. His eyes stung from the tears that threatened to spill and he pressed a kiss against Eijirou’s cheek. “It could never be bad,” he said, pride swelling in his voice. “Are you sure?”
Eijirou nodded against the side of Katsuki’s face. “I am.”
Katsuki took a step back, his hands on Eijirou’s hips, and took a good look at him. “Wow,” he breathed, “a baby.” The grin on his face spread from ear to ear, threatening to split his face in two. “We’re having a baby,” he repeated.
“We are,” Eijirou confirmed.
Katsuki released him to bend over and pick up the little wood carving, and inspected it more thoroughly, when a thought crossed his mind. “Will it come out human or dragon? Do you need to be in your dragon form more until it comes?”
Eijirou thought for a moment, then shook his head. “I think I’ll be fine like this. It’ll have more human blood than dragon blood, since it’ll only be a quarter draconic.”
That was a relief. As much as Katsuki loved how majestic and beautiful Eijirou was as a dragon, it was easier to tend to him when he was in his human form. They would have a lot to get done before their wyrmling arrived. Their nomadic lifestyle wasn’t always the most ideal for bearing a child. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration. A list – he would need to put together a list of things they needed. They usually traveled with the bare essentials.
“You’re spiraling,” said Eijirou.
Katsuki looked up at him to see those crimson eyes filled with love and adoration. “Sorry. We have a lot of work to do before the baby comes.”
“We have time.”
“Not enough,” Katsuki countered. He looked at their small, shabby tent. That would be the first thing that needed to go. They would need a larger tent to house their growing family. Oh – a second dragon halfling meant they would need more meat. Eijirou ate a lot to begin with. A second Eijirou meant they would have to spend more time hunting or killing larger animals that Katsuki would have to smoke. Would he have to smoke it for storage? Did two Eijirous mean that they would go through the meat quick enough that they would never have any leftovers?
“Sunshine.” Eijirou’s cool voice pulled Katsuki from yet another spiral and his head snapped up to meet that gaze focused on him.
“Sorry.”
“You will be a good father.”
#krbk week 2023#day six: handmade gift#woodcarving#krbk#krbk events#fanfiction#bnha#fantasy au#mentions mpreg
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“Hey Kats, can you check and see if I have anymore clothes in the closet?”
“Sure.” Katsuki finished folding the neon green shirt he’d been working on (thank fuck, he felt like his eyes would catch fire if he looked at it any longer), and he added it to the stack with the other shirts he’d already finished before wading through the sea of boxes in Eijirou’s room.
They had been at this for most of the day, working to clear out their dorms before they had to leave at the end of the week. Katsuki and Eijirou had wrapped up the former’s room yesterday, and now they were working together to sort through Eijirou’s belongings to see what he would keep and what he would throw away or send off to a thrift store.
It was a strange feeling, packing up their rooms. Ever since the summer of their first year these rooms—this building—have been their second home. They’ve seen their class grow and develop into the heroes they were now, seen them through everything from final exams to a fucking war, and all the emotions and memories to come with it, good and bad.
But now they were finally (finally) officially graduated, and now came the daunting task of getting rid of all the crap that had accumulated in each of their rooms throughout the past two and a half years so that the new first years could move in come April.
It was easier said than done. It never seemed like you had a lot of stuff to pack until you actually start trying to pack it away, and then you realize the three boxes you thought it would take to hold everything was nowhere near enough.
In Katsuki’s case, the number of boxes had been double what he’d guessed. He had way more junk than he’d thought.
It was also tricky to make progress when his himbo of a boyfriend kept getting distracted by whatever trinket he found stashed away under his bed or shoved to the back of a desk drawer. An easy bribe of barbecue if they could be done by tomorrow had instantly cut the distractions however, and now things were going smoothly. Eijirou was going through his clothes to see what would go home with him and what he could finally admit had been too wrecked by his quirk (dammit, the neon shirt went in the keep pile) while Katsuki handled the folding.
The closet was mostly empty, he saw, when he finally made his way over to it. “There’s just a few things left,” he called over to Eijirou as he reached for the articles of clothing still hanging in the back of the closet. He wrapped his arms around it all, aiming to grab everything in one trip, when his fingers brushed against plastic, and something crinkled.
Furrowing his brow, Katsuki tugged the bundle of clothes along the rack towards the front, revealing one of those cheap garment bags you get from a clothing store tucked away in the very back. Weird. Eiijrou didn’t usually have clothes fancy enough to warrant using this kind of bag. He usually left his dress shirts to hang uncovered with his regular clothes.
Curiosity had Katsuki rolling up the garment bag, and his eyebrows rose in surprise. “You still have our suits?”
They were just as tattered and dirty as Katsuki remembered them being, the sleeves of Kirishima’s shirt and blazer completely torn to shreds from using his quirk, the sleeves of Katsuki’s own long burned to cinders from a few too-powerful explosions, the flowers decorating his vest a dingy gray from soot rather than the vibrant white they should have been.
Some of the only physical remnants of that disastrous trip to I-Island in their first year. Katsuki had barely spared his own suit a second thought after taking it off following the events of that night, more focused on wanting to sleep the entire next day away. He hadn’t wanted to keep the suit, didn’t feel a need to considering the thing was wrecked, so he was surprised to find it with Eijirou’s in the redhead’s closet after all this time.
Eijirou looked up, a brief flicker of confusion crossing his face before his eyes widened, his face flushing red as his hand went to scratch the back of his neck. “Oh, y-yeah. I honestly forgot those were still back there.”
“Why’d you even keep them in the first place?” Katsuki asked, grabbing the suits along with the rest of Eijirou’s clothes and making his way back over to the bed. “They’re wrecked to shit and they don’t even fit us anymore.”
The simple question made Eijirou’s face burn even brighter, and he turned away from Katsuki, continuing to shuffle through the folded shirts as a distraction. “Wanted them for keepsakes, I guess,” he finally answered. “Sure, the trip didn’t exactly go as planned-”
“No shit,” Katsuki snorted.
Eijirou huffed, “Yeah.” A smile broke across his lips, sharp teeth seeming to gleam in the afternoon light filtering through the balcony door. “But even so, I didn’t want to forget it.” His gaze cut over to Katsuki, smile pulling wider. “Plus, it kinda felt like our first date, y’know? We had a whole love suite and everything.”
“Still can’t believe out of all the fucking rooms at that hotel that was the one we got.” Where that statement originally was steeped in anger, now his voice held an exasperated fondness. The room had been annoying at first, but looking back, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it as much.
Eijirou was right, after all. Katsuki couldn’t quite place when he had started to fall for the ridiculously nostalgic redhead he now called a boyfriend, but looking back, he was sure I-Island had been part of the push. He wouldn’t have chosen Eijirou as his plus-one if not for his then-unknown feelings, after all.
“Sap,” Katsuki elected to say instead of the disgustingly sweet thoughts filtering through his head at the moment. Eijirou laughed, because of course he did, and Katsuki couldn’t hide his own smile as he started folding the tattered suits to the best of his ability. “These go in the keep stack, yeah?”
Eijirou beamed, brighter than the sun, his smile always a star to guide Katsuki through his life. He hoped it never went away. “Yeah.” He suddenly grabbed Katsuki in a hug, squeezing him as he pressed his smile into blond spikes. “Love you, Kats.”
Katsuki hummed, eyes falling closed as he sank into Eijirou’s warmth. “Love you too, Ei.”
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Fic I wrote for @krbkevents I-Island Week Day 1: Suits! Also on AO3!
#mha#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou#kiribaku#krbk#mha fanfiction#I-Island Week 2023#krbk events#i-island#mha: two heroes#fanfic#traveler writes
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Day 3 -- Free Day/Night In
Day 3 -- Free Day/Night In
by moonstonesatmidnight
"Oh, and Kirishima got back a few minutes ago, but he was crying, so I felt like I shouldn't bother him—“
“Wait,” Bakugou said, spinning around to face Todoroki, “The fuck? Why's Shitty Hair crying?”
Todoroki looked confused, tilting his head. “I don't know. Midoriya told me to stop asking people why their face looks like that, so I didn't ask.”
Words: 2088, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of KRBK Week 2023
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Touching, Idiots in Love, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto Friendship, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, but he's trying guys, kirishima eijirou is traumatized, Bakugou Katsuki Has Feelings, KiriBaku Week, nothing sexual but like intimate, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Quirk Accident, kind of, Falling In Love, Light Angst
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46640209
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Kiribaku#♥#Kiribaku#💥#💎#⚣#R:T#A:Moonstonesatmid#Mental Illness#Hurt Comfort#Angst#Kiribaku Week 2023
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Krbk week fics
Hi everyone. I don’t normally post, but I’m trying to be more active on tumblr, so here I am now to promote all the fics I wrote for krbkweek 2023
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46555945
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46582954
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46622191
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A Man Without a People
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PEDKTiu
by Hyuge
Katsuki is a man of duty and honor. He does as he's told and leads his troop in battle but when things aren't going so well on the frontlines, one of his superiors drops in for an unexpected visit. Upon his arrival, Katsuki is left wondering if maybe the things he was trained and taught to do aren't quiet as honorable as he had been told. The village they had spent weeks attacking without success is finally penetrated, but at what cost? And does he really want to put an end to the earthbender that had proved himself to be Katsuki's equal?
What happens to a man when he's lost everything?
Words: 6778, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Avatar AU
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Dabi | Todoroki Touya
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Inspired by Avatar: The Last Airbender, Alternate Universe - ATLA, Firebender Bakugou Katsuki, Earthbender Kirishima Eijirou, Firebender Todoroki Touya | Dabi, Enemies to Lovers, War, Minor Injuries, KRBK Month 2023, Prompt Fill, krbk day 2023, Betrayal, Falling In Love
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PEDKTiu
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Esto es por la semana Krbk en Twitter, recomiendo ver los otros días porque toda la semana esta relacionada y tiene una historia detrás, que terminan en el día 8 💙
This is for the Krbk week on Twitter, I recommend see the other días because the entire week is related and has story behind, that ends the 8th day 💙
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Enemies to Lovers: "First Meet vs Actuality. I love you, Kats" "You are my n° 1, Ei" (February 1, 2023)
Fake Date: "I thought it was a date! Bakugou trick me! Happy birthday to me!" (October 16, 2023)
Marriage: "Someday my name will be Eijiro Bakugou, promise" (February 1, 2024)
(En esta foto cometí un error con la fecha, es 2024, no 2023. I'm this photo I make a mistake, the date is 2024, not 2023.)
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#my art#pinguiart#pinguicomic#mha#bnha#my hero academy#boku no hero academia#kiribaku#bakukiri#bakushima#poprocks#kirishima eijiro#bakugou katsuki#jiro kyoka#mina ashido#hanta sero#denki kaminari#kiribakuweek2021#ship week
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Day Seven: Cake/Cupcakes
“For you.” Katsuki raised a brow to see Kirishima standing in front of him at the small table in the middle of Kirishima’s apartment. He was holding a small box in his hand and set it down on the table.
“What is it?” he groused. Kirishima opened the box to reveal two slices of cheesecake that were topped with a strawberry sauce. Katsuki raised a brow. “Why?”
Kirishima smiled at him. “I remember seeing on your messenger profile that your birthday was the other day. Sorry I didn’t realize what day it was when you came to stay with me. That must have really sucked to have your apartment burn up on your birthday. I mean… I’m sure it would have sucked to have it catch fire any day of the week, but especially on your birthday.”
“You’re rambling,” Katsuki chided him.
“Sorry.” Kirishima scratched at the back of his neck; cheeks dusted pink. “Let me go grab a couple forks.” He scurried off to the kitchen, then quickly returned with two forks in tow.
“Thanks,” said Katsuki, taking one of the forks and stabbing it into one of the slices of cheesecake.
Staying with Kirishima was surprisingly not terrible. He respected Katsuki’s desire for personal space. Katsuki ended up having to buy a futon since Kirishima had a studio apartment with a small futon for himself. Somehow, even though he always positioned his own a few feet away, they always ended up pressed together.
Katsuki had woken up more than once with an arm draped over him or a hand slapping him in the face. The sleeping arrangement was his only complaint. Kirishima was stupidly kind, and his massive size meant Katsuki was dwarfed in any and all clothing that he borrowed. The sweatshirt he had on currently was old and ratty, but smelled distinctly of the redhead and he hated how much he liked it. He often times found himself absently pulling the collar up to his nose to take a whiff.
He took a bite of the cheesecake. It was sweet and fluffy. He let out a small moan from the rich taste on his tongue and Kirishima raised a brow, staring at Katsuki intently. Shit. He hadn’t meant to do that.
“It’s really good. There’s a bakery down the street and they always have the best food.”
Katsuki grunted in reply. He ate the rest of his slice of cheesecake quickly, then stood to throw the box out.
“I got it!” Kirishima held his hand out to stop Katsuki, their fingers brushing together as he did so.
“You bought it. The least I can do is throw out the trash.”
Kirishima shook his head. “It’s your birthday!”
“My birthday was a week ago, idiot.”
“Still,” Kirishima bit his bottom lip, “you deserve to be celebrated. Just let me do this. I know you’re having a rough time right now.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
Kirishima looked aghast. “I would never pity you. I’m doing this because I want to. I like making you happy.”
Katsuki’s face flushed red and as if by habit, he buried his face in the collar of the sweater to hide the blush. “Sap,” he muttered beneath the fabric.
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Day One: Soulmates
Eijirou knew. He knew from the moment their hands clasped in midair that Bakugou Katsuki was his soulmate. The second they connected with that resounding clap and Bakugou smirked that cocky grin of his saying, “what are you, an idiot?” that they were meant to be together forever. That fact was punctuated by the familiar soul-bond that appeared on his wrist. Bakugou’s erratic heartbeat from the adrenaline coursing through his veins echoed in time with Eijirou’s own frantic heart. The pale lines on his skin moved up and down in rapid succession and he knew Bakugou was seeing and feeling the exact same thing he was.
It brought comfort to him. No matter how far apart they were, or how dangerous the mission was, Eijirou just had to look down at his wrist to know Bakugou was okay. He would watch those pale, pink lines go up and down for hours. Often times, it was what lulled him to sleep at night, especially on the worst of days.
So, when he stood on the battlefield, after having said goodbye to the love of his life for the umpteenth time, and watched that line on his wrist go flat, his world froze. There were shouts all around him. People needed his help, but all he could think of was Bakugou, kilometers away at the floating island that had become their school, fighting the greatest villain they had ever faced. Not Bakugou, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Anyone else but him. It was cruel of him to wish ill-intent on his friends and fellow heroes, but Eijirou wasn’t thinking straight. The heroes were supposed to keep him safe.
That heartbeat was not meant to flatline. Again, he failed to keep Bakugou safe when it was most important. Again, he was nowhere near the blond to protect him. If he had been there—would it have mattered? Could he have protected his soulmate from someone that could disintegrate an entire city without even touching it? Eijirou would never know. Instead, he’s left a broken and empty shell of a human being, with a Quirk that can harden his skin, but not his heart, and a soul-bond that no longer resonates with the heartbeat of his soulmate.
“—shima. Kirishima!” Someone shook his shoulder, breaking him of his trance. He looked up to see Ashido standing next to him, sweat dripping from her brow as she stared at him with concern in those inky-black eyes. “Kirishima, move!” she shouted in his face. Realization dawned on him a beat too late as she was shoving him out of the way of an incoming villain attack.
They rolled to the ground, and he hardened his back to brace for their fall. They were pressed chest to chest, noses bumping together as Ashido stood up and dusted herself off. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t be spacing out like that,” she chided him.
Eijirou’s tongue felt thick in his mouth as he tried to work out the words. He gulped, then sat up, and lifted his wrist for her to see. “Katsuki,” he choked out with a sob.
#krbk week 2023#day one: soulmates#bnha#fanfiction#krbk#krbk events#hurt no comfort#angst#main character death#mha chapter 362
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Day Two: Flowers
Fields of green, blue, and purple swayed in the afternoon sun from the gentle breeze. The floral scent wafting off the field of flowers tickled Katsuki’s nose as he laid in the grass. Fluffy, white clouds moved lazily overhead, and he tucked his behind his head like a pillow. The warmth lulled him into an afternoon nap, too perfect of a day to ignore.
Soft humming drifted into his ears, and he cracked an eye to see Eijirou sitting beside him, absently plucking flowers to make a crown. He paused his humming to stick his tongue out between pointed teeth in concentration as he tied the stems together clumsily. His taloned nails were not always the most ideal when it came to fine motor skills, though they worked perfectly for shredding enemies.
Katsuki smiled, tired but content, as he watched his mate work to complete the second crown. The first already sat atop his horned head, lopsided. The halo of flowers made him appear less draconic, and more angelic. His red wings were tucked neatly behind his back, but they fluttered occasionally when the breeze would pick up its pace. Perfection, Katsuki thought to himself. Eijirou was utter perfection, and he never felt more blessed than on the day they bonded.
They were surrounded by flowers that day too. The forest clearing they had found themselves in was filled with wildflowers. Birds had chirped in the trees above them, and when Eijirou disrobed to take a dip in the stream that ran through the clearing, Katsuki realized he could not be without the halfling ever. He moved quickly to Eijirou’s side, cupped his hand against the redhead’s cheek, and kissed him with the vigor of a thousand suns. He had to make up for every day that passed with them being one. Eijirou had enthusiastically returned the affection and it set Katsuki’s heart ablaze.
Now, despite how goofy his mate could be, he could not imagine a more perfect union.
“For you,” said Eijirou, as he held the crown of flowers above Katsuki’s head.
He sat up, dusted himself off, and happily took it. Some of the flowers hung limp, their petals falling into his field of vision, but it was perfect – Eijirou was perfect. Katsuki’s cheeks dusted red from the look of adoration he saw reflected in Eijirou’s eyes.
“Beautiful,” breathed Eijirou.
“Yes, you are,” said Katsuki.
“I meant you.” Eijirou gave him a light punch to the shoulder, his smile never faltering.
“And I, you.”
“Tch.” Eijirou laughed, that deep, all-encompassing laugh of his, then pulled Katsuki into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck and breathed in his scent. “Daisies,” he muttered.
“I think that’s the field of flowers,” Katsuki corrected.
Eijirou just hummed in reply. The reverberation sent chills down Katsuki’s spine, and he turned his head to meet in yet another kiss. He could never get enough of those kisses that tasted like sunshine, and everything else so wholly good in the world.
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Day Seven: Cake/Cupcakes
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Day Six: Handmade Gift
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Day Four: Happy Birthday Bakugou
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” Katsuki snarled, watching as the crew of firefighters worked tirelessly to put out the blazing inferno that was his apartment building. He stood across the street behind a barrier of yellow caution tape, hands running repeatedly through his hair. He came home from a shitty day at work to see billowing dark clouds extended high into the air where his building once stood.
He bet it was the person in 2-C. That asshole was always causing problems and now the dark-haired man with thick-rimmed glasses was chewing nervously at his fingernails. Katsuki had pounded on his door more than once from all the sketchy crap he had pulled over the years, but he wasn’t the landlord so he couldn’t kick him out.
Everything he owned was in that fire, burnt to a crisp. He could only afford a hotel for a night or two and his parents were two hours away by train. Shit. Katsuki knew he would have to call one of his classmates for a place to stay, but goddamn did he hate the idea of sharing a space with another person, especially one that wasn’t his space.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the names in his contacts. Most of his “friends” annoyed the shit out of him, but there was one that was less annoying than the others, despite his clinginess. Katsuki tapped on the name and lifted the phone to his ear. It rang twice before the person on the other end picked up.
“Bakugou? What – shit, was there a project due? You never call. Oh no… Did I forget about the chem homework?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, immediately regretting his decision to call his classmate Kirishima. “Shitty Hair, chill out. It’s not about school.”
Kirishima stopped his rambling and sucked in a breath. “You’re calling me about something unrelated to school? Is this really Bakugou?”
Katsuki groaned. “I’m hanging up.”
“Sorry! No, don’t hang up.” Kirishima apologized. “What’s up?”
Katsuki sighed through his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting off an impending headache. “I need a place to stay. My apartment building is on fire.”
“Oh, wow. Okay! Sure. You can totally stay at my place. I’ll text you the address.”
“All my shit was in my apartment. I don’t have any clothes, my phone charger, my laptop, hell, my fucking textbooks.” They were going to cost a fortune to replace. As much as he hated the idea, he would have to ask his parents for more money.
“You can wear mine! Whatever you need: clothes, charger, my laptop, my toothbrush!”
“Gross. I’ll buy a fucking toothbrush on the way.”
Kirishima laughed and Katsuki hated how much he enjoyed the sound. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Yeah.”
There was no point in sticking around the burning building that was his home, so Katsuki turned away to head for the station. He would have to stop at the store to pick up a few essentials, then head over to Kirishima’s place.
TBC on Day 7
#krbk week 2023#krbk events#day four: happy birthday bakugou#krbk#fanfiction#bnha#continued on day 7
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Day Four: Happy Birthday Bakugou
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Day Three: Free Day/Night In
The moment that line went from flat to jagged, it was like Eijirou could breathe again. The stabbing sensations he had felt in his chest began to dissipate. The fuzzy, blurry edges to his vision started to clear, and the deafening silence that encompassed the battlefield turned into a tumultuous flurry of shouts, explosions, and screams. He could feel his legs again, despite them feeling like lead bricks. Movement was slow, but it was happening. Eijirou was moving, and Bakugou was alive.
His heart was beating. Eijirou’s heart was beating. It was enough to push him through the rest of the battle. He could deal with whatever the enemies had to throw at him, so long as it meant Bakugou was still alive.
And he was alive, though he would never be the same.
Bakugou’s recovery was slow and painful, but Eijirou was by his side the entire time. He would never be apart from Bakugou again. So, when their friends said they were going out for the night, he saw the tired look in the blond’s eyes and waved them off with a smile. “We’re just gonna hang here tonight,” he told them. They left with a nod.
Eijirou put a movie on in the common room and grabbed one of the expensive throw blankets Yaoyorozu had added to the room. He sat down on the couch, remote and blanket in hand, and stretched his legs out to make room for Bakugou to curl into him. When Bakugou was settled, Eijirou tossed the blanket, draping it over the length of both their bodies. There was a weariness in his soulmate’s eyes that never left the battlefield – it probably never would. Eijirou pressed play on the remote and began to stroke his fingers through soft blond hair.
Bakugou tutted at something the female protagonist did in the movie, saying no one in real life would act like that. They hadn’t talked about it; they probably should, but Eijirou was waiting until Bakugou was better off. He was busy dealing with his own traumas, he didn’t need Eijirou’s worries too. It was compulsive, the way he always checked his wrist, even in moments like this where Bakugou was drifting off to sleep in his lap, the crushing fear that his heart might suddenly stop beating, made his eyes drift down.
He had been working through the anxiety in therapy. The newly appointed Hero Commission had dedicated a great deal of funds to the school for PTSD therapy, but he still worried constantly. Eijirou wasn’t sure what happened to people after they lost their soulmate, and he also didn’t want to know. The fear alone was enough to send him spiraling for hours at a time.
“You’re freaking out again,” muttered Bakugou from beneath Eijirou’s hand.
“Sorry,” he apologized.
“S’fine.” Bakugou shifted, sat up, and blinked back the sleep in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured Eijirou. Bakugou’s ability to always be able to read his mind, was terrifying, but also comforting.
“Sorry,” he repeated. “I just really love you.”
“Love you too, idiot.” Bakugou ruffled Eijirou’s hair, then took him by the wrist. He turned over both of their forearms to reveal their matching heartbeats. “I might look like shit now, but this hasn’t changed.” He tapped his own soul mark on Eijirou’s wrist, confirming that his heart was still beating steadily. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” “Never.”
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Continued from Day One
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Day Three: Free Day/Night In
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