#or deku question why he looks like his childhood friend just

[justatalkingface]

Izuku vs Deku, Person vs Puppet

While I'm at this... I've made this point before, in that one Izuku mega-post I've made, and maybe once somewhere else? But I feel it's worth posting again outside of it, in a post just for this, if only so it's easier for people to look at this on it's own merits.

People use the name 'Deku' to refer to Izuku and I, on a personal level, dislike that. Don't get me wrong, I know why they do it, so I don't blame them (or you, theoretical random reader), but I don't like it all the same. Why?

On a fundamental level, I think of Hori making Izuku's hero name 'Deku' to be something that damages Izuku's development as a character, that it's not something done because that is what Izuku, the theoretical person would do, or something that will help him grow in some way; Izuku doesn't benefit from it all, actually.

No, the only person that really benefits is Bakugou. Here's the thing: Izuku doesn't like to be called Deku, he never did. Bakugou calls him that as an insult, deliberately, and the one time Ochako does it, based on a misunderstanding? Hurts him; he feels betrayed that his new friend is suddenly insulting him.

Of course, he's understanding when she explains why she said it, and all is forgiven afterwords, but that underlying fact is still there: Izuku does not like that name. So, why did he call himself that?

The way it's shown to us, the audience, the whole encounter with Ochaka is supposed to make him look at that insult in a new light, so Izuku calling himself that is supposed to be 'reappropriating' that name, and theoretically, that sounds great! The problem, though, is the reality of how it's presented to us:

When Ochako explains what happens, she says she thought it meant 'Dekiru', which is promptly explained to us that it means, 'You can do it!', and the way it's shown to us makes it clear that it's being given as an answer to the question Izuku has been struggling over: who am I as a hero?

The fundamentally cheerful and uplifting nature of the word, how quick and easy it is to say (as opposed to Aoyama's paragraph long abomination) and perhaps most importantly it takes that old, hateful name he's been called his old life and changes it, makes it new, encouraging, and hopeful, and has real resemblance to All Might's catch phrase, 'I am here' (as in, 'you no longer have to worry because I am here').

The setup for Izuku's name is for that, for Dekiru, the hero that says, 'You can do it!', which symbolizes the primary influence on his life shifting from Bakugou, from being belittled and looked down on, to All Might, to being enthusiastic and hopeful and encouraged; that is the reclaiming of Deku promised to us, like a new tree growing from a burnt down forest.

So... why is it Deku, then?

I'll say it again: it's because of Bakugou. It seems clear in how MHA's writing is set up that at first, Bakugou wasn't supposed to be as important and omnipresent as he ended up being, and at some point Hori shifted his plans to force him in the story, even as he was trying to keep Bakugou as Bakugou, keeping those same fundamental character traits that, realistically, he should have outgrown or have been punished for. And one of those traits?

Is calling Izuku Deku, calling him useless. The reason Izuku ultimately called himself 'Deku' has nothing to with Izuku himself, it's about Bakugou: if Izuku's hero name is Deku, and Bakugou calls him Deku? That suddenly isn't a bad thing, anymore; he's not insulting Izuku, he's just calling him by his hero name! But at the same time, it's clear by how Bakugou acts that he isn't calling Izuku by his hero name, he's just calling him by that same, belittling childhood name he always has; reality itself has just shifted to make that seem acceptable.

But if Izuku called himself Dekiru, though? Then suddenly, that shallow protection Hori afforded to him vanishes, and it's clear that Bakugou is, in fact, constantly insulting Izuku, every time they talk. It makes him look bad. And, well. Hori can't have that, so... Deku it is.

Do know what the peak irony of all this is, though? The accidental metaphor that makes it clear just how little Hori cares about Izuku, as anything beyond being a vessel to advance the story?

The meaning of Deku: it can mean a couple of things, like useless, for example, the way Bakugou uses it, but another meaning is a puppet. Hori literally stopped Izuku from calling himself Dekiru, from saying, 'I can do it!', so he could call himself a puppet instead... and all for the sake of someone else.

The symbolism on that is so strong that it hurts.

#bnha critical #mha critical #bakugou critical #izuku deserves better #izuku is a person #deku is a puppet #reference post

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 11. December " ? "

It was shortly before eight. Nothing had happened all day. No message, no peep from Kacchan. The weekend was over, school went on… but today… for the first time there was a sudden stop in communication, all progress, everything.

Was today the day where it ends? The thought felt bad. Izuku had had bad feelings often and long enough, his tolerance was practically non-existent. He didn't want to feel bad. He would rather pull the splinter out now than suffer for a long time. So he goes upstairs. And … knocks. On Kacchan's door. To his surprise, the door opens shortly after he knocks, and he almost misses his cue to grin. "What - Deku?" "H-hey." "You okay?" You …. what …. ? Badum badum. What a question!? In the silence of the hallway, surrounded by nothing but darkness, aside from the light flooding out of Kacchan's room from behind him, this question echoed inside him. "I… I was worried," he got right to the point, clenching his fingers. "Not unusual." Would Kacchan invite him in? Would he let himself be invited in? He had not prepared any topics to talk about! And today, there would be talk, right? Could he- "Is that what this is about?" Before he could reply, Kacchan had reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Izukuh blinked open-mouthed at the note, then up into neutral red eyes. Kacchan watched him. "Yes." "I read it." "OH, o-okay," his sweaty fingers found their way into his sweater pocket and began to wrestle with each other, "But you don't want to get what it says." Otherwise, he would have told him what it said sometime today. Kacchan had read it, but hat ultimately decided, to not pursue this calendar stunt any longer. In the next room, Kaminari roared, then something banged against the door. He and Kirishima were probably playing Gamecube. Kacchan still looked at him, but the hallway was too dark for him to focus on anything else. Instead, he lowered his eyes and took a small step back. "It's okay - it… I wasn't really thinking about all that when I gave it to you. Somehow, in some small part, I even expected you to reject it. The whole calendar," he shrugged, "But the week was fun." Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Kacchan's hand, the one holding the note, slipping back into a deep, soft pocket, then Katsuki leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting. When Izuku realized that Kacchan was waiting - WAITING - for him to finish his thoughts, he began to spiral miserably. Why would he wait for Izuku do start his ramble? WHY didn't he just go in? Why so modest? Why so nice - why not throw the door shut and leave Izuku standing there like always? His tongue moved, producing speech, words, although he couldn't even say what he was thinking! "And um, it was fun, wasn't it?" he stammered, not knowing what else to say, "I don't mean the joke, but… us? That we can chat so much? And - and, uh, how are your hands? I haven't even asked if you liked it? The massa-" "If I hadn't liked it, I would have thrown you off the balcony," was the simple answer and Izuku fell more in love than ever with the soft scratching of Kacchan's voice in the silence of the hallway, "before you could have fled like a hen in roosterseason." His heart acted as if he had loaded it with too much Black Whip and now had to suffer the consequences. His mouth did what it wanted, his feet stayed still even though he was screaming at himself to get back. And his hands? A moist clump in his sweater. He resembled the incarnation of a teenager who had spent weeks working up the courage to confess. Damn it. Izuku had to leave. Right now. "Sorry." His back arched out of sheer habit and he bowed to his childhood friend before he knew what he was doing. What the flip. He had probably reached the top of the creepy&awkward scale. "Deku what the fuck," the words were accompanied by a breezy laugh, and he jerked his head up to see what Kacchan looked like. (Apart from gorgeous)

He watched him with a shake of his head and uncrossed his arms to tap his pocket with the note. "I didn't say I didn't want it." Omgomgomgomg- "But I don't need it right now." "What is it?" Izuku blurted out, holding his breath as if his life depended on this answer. Partly, it did. "My secret for now." Izuku couldn't breathe. Katsuki was so … so soft. So normal and human and neutral plus borderline amused…! "Okay," he choked, remembering that it was okay to breathe, "Does that mean," he gestured stupidly with his hand knot in his pocket towards Kacchan's room, "that you'll - we will continue tomorrow?" "Sure."' "Wha- o-okay!!?" If emotions were visible, a monstrous wave of relief would have risen up the stairs, washed over Izuku and maybe dragged him down again if he was lucky. But that wasn't the case and he had to walk alone. Upright, with dignity. "Okay," he repeated, taking a breath, and then a much too wide, probably much too ugly grin crept onto his face. But he was able to free his hands, so he covered his mouth with one and waved goodbye with the other before turning on his heel and making no secret of the fact that he was fleeing again. He was terribly excited, but damn it, he had just made a fool of himself! He peeked back over his shoulder and found Kacchan still standing in the doorway, casually waving back at him. His heart stopped at the same time as one of his feet, and Kacchan was the last thing he saw before he crashed loudly down the dorm stairs.

#bkdk #mha #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #chwhwn #deku #fanfiction #fluff #kacchan #katsuki bakugou #bkdkchristmas #bkdkchat #christmas calender

[connisk]

(Fanfic that I really like by @kitsunefyuu )(strongly recommend)

Something about this mental image of AFO dressing izuku in fancy clothes, like very dear doll, just stuck with me. And I felt like drawing a few of the more feminine outfits since every one of them has some kind of meaning to the story.

The first more feminine outfit was the one izuku chose specifically when he tried to convince his father to let him go to UA.

"Dad, I want to go back to a real school and make actual friends," Izuku spoke bluntly. Trying his damn hardest to keep himself calm as he asks, and had even prepared himself with his dads favorite outfit. It was a traditional green Hanfu dress with flowers. More than aware it is for women, but it isn't as if it matters in a home where the only company he's allowed is his father.

Absolutely creepy, but in sweet way. As he doesn't care about what he supposed to be wearing and enjoys everything, but at the same time trying to persuade his father to what he wants with it.

The second outfit I drew was the black dress he wore when he accidentally met his childhood friend. And it escalated quickly to the worst

Maybe Izuku was desperate for some kind of recognition. To gather a fraction of the past that his father took him away from after all these years. That he dug far back to that nickname he hated even if didn’t want to say that name as Kacchan was about to leave, “How about Deku?”

Now that seemed to trigger something and a curiously amused expression showed on Bakugou’s face. The recognition sparked in his eyes as a loud hum escaped him.

“Oh yeah! Deku must explain why you look like a weird doll,” Katsuki said with amusement.

Izuku felt a stab in his chest at the other words.

This happened right after izuku ran away from his dinner with his father. Naturally he was wearing a dress. I can't find the exact quote but I remember it being described as dress with a ribbon. Maybe it was just my imagination, but izuku wearing a dress and looks like a doll, Plus kachan recognizing him by his old nickname just felt very symbolic. Like Deku will never be more than just a doll for others.

The last image, and the one I liked the most was izuku wearing his school uniform.

"Dad! Can you grab me my uniform!?"

(...)

Izuku doesn't even check what the man brought feeling pretty good right now. Though clearly, he was going to end up late so he just throws it on.

(...)

"Sorry he's just- Well he's excited I have a friend," Izuku noted only to realize Shoto was looking at him up and down. "What? Is something wrong?" Ugh, did he not put on enough makeup? Did he put the uniform on and mess up his hair? Izuku felt nervous at his friend's suddenly very critical gaze wondering if he needs to run back home to fix up-

"You look nice,"

(...)

Though when he arrived at the school Izuku felt like he was getting a LOT more looks than normal. To the point if he was honest he kind of felt almost anxious about it as while attention can be nice it felt more like they were weirded out. Wondering why that is the case, he worked hard on his appearance! Even Shoto said he looked nice, did he miss something? "Hey do I look weird?" Izuku questioned wondering why people were staring knowing his friend would be honest. Shoto glanced around a bit then back at him in confusion before a light bulb seemed to register. Those eyes light up as he finally decides to answer the question.

"Probably because you're wearing the girl uniform?" Shoto questioned. As if he hadn't just revealed the most horrifying thing Izuku could have done. The innocent way his best friend didn't even think to point out the uniform was for a girl.

The betrayal izuku felt. For his father it was simply a joke. For izuku it was world shattering. How he took izuku's trust and played with it.

Shoto, with his pure heart didn't question it.

I reason chose to give izuku white hair even when he supposed to still have his green is because he's under his father's manipulation. From the moment his mother died his father was everything to him and he was everything for hisashi.

And still, he plays with izuku's life like he's some kind of doll. Just because he doesn't see a problem with it. But for izuku it affects everything.

#bnha #mha #all for one #izuku midoriya #bird cage #fantastic fanfic #i like how he plays with izuku's feelings #deku #White haired izuku #au #hisashi midoriya #hisashi midoriya is all for one #all for one is hisashi midoriya #fanart #fanfic fanart #mha au #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #izuku has white hair #dad for one #fanfic #fanfic rec

[oshiawaseni]

with the “control your heart” thing being unaddressed (and deku’s unwillingness to talk about his feelings surrounding bakugou in general), do you think in this war something will come up that’ll make deku unable to avoid it anymore? like if bakugou SEES how deku acts when he’s hurt/insulted (any other time he was either unconscious or not there like his scream after the kidnapping or black whip/danger sense) that’ll cause deku to have to address it at some point when they talk? we already got a “reveal” from AFO to bakugou about deku’s feelings but bakugou has yet to see it, and i think he’ll be the one to help deku control his heart

He will figure it out, probably almost has. While I don’t think Kacchan will ever know the full story of how Izuku’s been about him, I’m sure something will happen during this fight that will make him understand there’s a bit more to it than futilely dashing into danger to save him. He’s seen that insanity twice. Shiggy also gave him another missing piece by reminiscing how angry Izuku got. I think he would be both confused and conflicted by ShiggyAFO’s statement of being the closest person to Izuku, but hasn’t had too much time to reflect on it yet.

But when he does, I imagine he’ll know it deep down to be true, and that his feelings for Izuku have also been the same. That despite rejecting Izuku, he still somehow viewed him as his closest person and best friend too, in the farthest corner of his heart.

Their relationship has been this kind of twisted all their lives. I mean who were those other kids? They didn’t know him, understand him, look out for him, believe in him or hold him accountable the way Izuku does. When Kacchan came to learn how much Izuku adores him he finally appreciated all of these things about him that he once considered annoying and must have thought: “Shit. The nerd really has been my best friend this entire time.”

So since DvK2, I think Kacchan has been processing and reprocessing them, continuously turning over in his head what he is to Izuku and what Izuku is to him, until eventually he just gave up and this is where it starts to get really shippy: gave into the undeniable love for Izuku that he now knows he’s always had inside and was impossible to run away from.

My point is that after all of this self-reflection, Kacchan is probably the one who can understand and accept how they both feel the most. He could be given new information such as Izuku going berserk over him or being in love with him and accept it as fact more easily. He knows Izuku loves him even if the nature of it is undefinable.

Izuku’s case is somewhat different… Kacchan has only just rediscovered his childhood love and recently started to express it and I think it’s still a lot to take in for Izuku atm because for a large chunk of his life he has been battling with conflicting feelings of admiration, rejection and pain that were born from loving and cherishing a person so dearly, who seemed to have only hated and bullied him. So Izuku would find Kacchan loving him much harder to believe.

That’s why he said “You don’t have to force yourself Kacchan, Deku is fine.” to Kacchan’s “De-Izuku.” Because in Japanese there is intimacy in using a first name by itself. He finds it a little difficult to believe Kacchan would ever want to be by his side, though he has hoped for it pretty much since forever ago.

Sorry this has run on a bit of a tangent, but I think (with all that said!!!) everything, whatever that entails, is going to come out in the wash. That’s the point of showing us they have mutual hidden feelings for each other in the first place. And there is going to be a lot of questions Izuku will have to answer to, lol.

So I do feel the same way as you. Kacchan will soon see firsthand how much Izuku can lose control for him and I think that he will also be the person that grounds him if he gets too crazy or self-sacrificial. He’s been at the forefront in batting for Izuku’s safety and wanting to cleanse Izuku of his toxic relationship with himself. He knows it needs to be him to do this. It can only be him. I think these sentiments, still lingering from chapters 284-285 to 319-322, will again be a really important theme for them.

Btw, isn’t it interesting that there just so happens to be another person near Kacchan’s battlefield with a missing piece to this puzzle besides Shiggy/AFO, who knows what, or rather who, triggers Izuku the most…

The biggest gossip junkie constantly running off with his mouth… Always got a lot to say, huh?

I wonder if he will have anything to say about this…

#bakudeku #Ty anon #anons? I assumed same person #asks #Kacchan loves deku #Deku loves kacchan #long post #kinda… my brain overflows with bkdk brainrot like black whip #afureeeeruuuuu #op #Bnha meta #monoma #Monoma neito #Monoma kun are you going to stir shit with bkdk again 🤔 #I kinda hope he does I want them to know and to know they know damnit 😂 #if horikoshi doesn’t utilise him in this way I’ll write my own oneshot because it would be interesting ✌️ #must read meta

[chaoticcmesss]

My mistakes

Izuku Midoriya x y/n

y/n is gender neutral

Warning: angst, OOC Deku, self-doubt, mention of cheating, talking bad of one's self, sadness, a tiny sprinkle of toxic, little bit of gaslighting

Words; 1.7k

part 1 | part 2

*My heart hurts so much while writing this, so I'm sorry in advance* *also my writing sucks a*s and it hasn't been checked at all yet* *i will update when I’ve reread it cause it’s sh*t*

☼this divider was made by me btw☼

I've always wondered what it's like to have someone beg for you to stay in their life. Someone who would do anything just to get you back after a stupid argument.

My whole life I begged for someone to stay by my side so I wouldn't be alone.

I begged my mom to remain yet she left without a care in the world with her new family.

I begged my dad to stay with me yet he didn't even bat an eye towards my direction as he drove off with his mistress, never to be seen or heard from again.

I begged my siblings to stay by my side when my life went downhill, yet they just laughed at me and made sure to never contacted me again only when they need help.

But once I finally found him, the Izuku Midoriya. My life changed for the better with him by my side. He has slowly introduced me to his group of friends, especially his childhood and best friend, Dynamite and Shoto, they are all very nice and have interesting stories to tell. I knew that I now have people in my life that won't ever hurt me. Dynamight and I became very close with one another as we worked on several cases together and to be honest, we make an amazing duo. Same with Shoto, even though he doesn't really show his emotions that often, it's nice to have a logical conscious around.

Izuku and I have been together for 3 years ever since and nothing would ever come between us, or so I thought.

Our relationship slowly started to change for the worse, he would come home, give me a peck on the cheek and go to his office. He wouldn't even stay in the room with me unless it was necessary. He is always cooped up on his laptop doing the reports and important documents even at home. I don't think he realised that there was a sudden change in his moods or the way he’d come home smelling different. Of course, I’d notice the small details. I'd usually message Dynamight or Shoto on how he is during work and to keep me updated if anything happened.

Yes, I know that being a hero is very hard and tiring but so am I, I do as much hero work as him every day and night, and I made sure that I had time to welcome him back home, I made sure he ate and slept even with a hectic schedule.

But I felt like he slowly forgot about me, about us and what we have been through together.

Does he still love me?

Why is he still with me?

Does he have someone else?

Is he cheating on me with Uravity? (I'm sorry to uravity fans- lol I'm not sorry HA!)

I let these thoughts run around in my head as tears run down my face, maybe I’m just overreacting. Yeah. I'm just overreacting.

Looking at the hanging clock I saw that it was 7 pm, he is probably making his way back home. I don't know what to do with myself.

Do I confront him?

Do I just ignore it?

What do I do?

Taking a quick breather I heard the door open with a familiar jingle of keys and a sigh “y/n I'm home” says the man who I can't even recognise anymore.

It's always been a nickname. 

“Babe”

“Honey”

“Sweetheart”

“Love”

But it was just “y/n”

What happened to the man I fell in love with?

What happened to the man that I gave my heart to?

What happened to my Izuku that held my face as he proclaimed his love for me?

What happened to MY izuku?

“y/n? Are you okay?” Izuku says as he kneels to catch my gaze as he held my knees.

“y/n?”

I knew something was wrong.

Please. Please, God. Anyone. Anyone who’s listening. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please…

Slowly looking up to meet his gaze, I ask the one question that I know will break me, “are we okay izuku?” as I saw his features go from a warm yet soft look to shock and disbelief. 

“What brought this up?” he asked like I'm some kind of idiot.

“Do you still love me like you did when we first got together? Do you even know when our anniversary was? Do you even remember your s/o? Do you still love me?” looking down at my lap, whispering all the questions eating me alive, wanting to find the answers I wanted to hear from him yet. Nothing. Nothing but silence from him.

“Izuku, please. I don't want to stay in this relationship when it's clear to me that you don't. I don't want- I don't want to be at home watching the news on how you and another hero would look good together, I don't want to be at home while watching you realise that you've fallen in love with someone else, I don’t want to be at home while you forget about me and everything we’ve been through. So please Midorya. Tell me what's happening so we can either fix what's left of us or I let you go” 

I knew what his answer would be. All these years being together, I knew him like the back of my hand. I knew this silence all too well.

Izu- no its Midoriya now. It always had been Midoriya, never Izuku. Never my Izuku.

I pull out my phone and text Tsuki to come to get me from Midorya’s place.

“God fucking damnit, I-” standing from my seat to walk over to our bedroom to pack I felt him wrap his arms around my waist as he buried his face into my stomach, feeling the tears soak through my shirt.

“I'm sorry babe, please don't go. Please stay. Please. She was just a fling nothing else! Please stay with me. I need you” he begged me to stay, and he finally begged me to stay. But for what? For him? For us? What's left of us? 

If I didn't know better, I would've agreed with him and stayed but now, things are different. This wasn't the man I wanted to have a future with. This wasn’t the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Not anymore. All I see in front of me was a man that I don't recognise, a man who I was in a relationship with who was no longer the man I fell in love with, all I see is a lying, cheating man who broke my heart, stringing me along until he encounters “someone else”. Someone “better”

The man that I gave my heart to, so long ago was replaced with a man who didn't care for me at all, a man who would leave me all broken with nothing but a shattered heart. 

I deserve to be happy, I deserve all the good things in life and make sure he goes through the same pain I went through. 

I knew the longer I stayed in this apartment the faster I want to leave.

I removed his arms around me and sped walked to the bedroom locking the door and packing as much as I could fit in my suitcase. 

I knew that there was no us, there was no more love in this relationship. 

I unlocked the door to see him on the couch, covering his eyes as tears descended from them. 

“Go be with Uravity, since you've always gone to her behind my back Midoriya” stating that I knew he had been cheating on me with her, yes I'm sad about being cheated on but at least I made it to the top 5 heroes without sleeping with the judges.

Hearing knocking on the door I knew it was Tsuki so I hurriedly rush towards the door to open it. Turning back to face Midoriya “You might want to get tested for any STDs considering that your side piece sleeps with a LOT of people. OH and I’ll grab my stuff on Thursday” Tsuki grabs my suitcase for me and wraps his arm around me, like a comfortable, muscular shield as we leave this dreaded apartment. Once we left the apartment, all the tears I'd held back rushed to the surface as I sat down in Tsuki's car, weeping my heart out for the love that I had lost, in his arms keeping me from any danger. My heart hurts so much. Knowing that I was easily replaced.   

Katsuki’s POV:

My heart hurts for them, but I knew how this all felt. Watching the love of your life fall in love with someone else who doesn't deserve them at all and watching them get broken hurts so fuckin’ much.

I didn't care how many people were watching us in the car park, all I wanted to do was hold them in my arms and keep them protected from anything that could potentially harm them.

“Let's go home idiot” releasing them from my arms as I secure their seatbelt and put mine on, we headed out to my apartment where they’ll stay for however long it'll take for them to heal even if it takes years. I’ll always be by their side.

“Thank you, Katsu” they whispers to me as they slowly drifted off to sleep

“You’re welcome… dumbass… my dumbass. I’ve waited 3 fuckin’ years for you, I guess I can wait for a couple more” I mumbled looking back to them knowing that they won’t hear me.

Third’s POV:

But little does Katsuki know, y/n heard what he said and couldn’t believe that all this time. Katsuki fuckin’ Bakugou was in love with them. But decided it wasn't the right time or day to say anything after the whole Midorya situation. I guess time will tell when both Katuski and Y/n realise their true feeling.

-Meanwhile-

Midoriya sat in his apartment, thinking of ways to get his precious y/n back into his arms. Knowing that if they don’t come back. He’ll just force his way to get y/n back in any possible way.

The end?

#katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #mha deku #bnha deku #deku x you #angst #deku angst #deku and kacchan #kacchan #izuku x reader #izuku angst #deku midoriya #ew yuck #i hate it #oh well #villan deku #beginning of villan deku

[herofics]

Hm... Hi, I do not know if you will answer, but I would be very happy about it. What about the reactions of Bakugo and Midoriya (or someone from Class A), to a childhood friend, a who also did not have a quirk? But at the same time she was more self-confident and strong. She defender Izuku, but a year before entering the Academy, the disappeared. And when Bakugou and Izuku get into Class A, they see s/o walking in with a bright smile. It turned out that she had been training and studying for a long time, so she got into the hero faculty and scared the same points as Bakugo!

And I want to say thank you!!! You are a wonderful person!

I did these separate, since that's my default. Thank you for the compliment :D

~Midoriya Izuku~

•Even though you were all born the same year, you’re the oldest of the trio

•Bakugou was the first to manifest his quirk of course, since you and Midoriya didn’t end up having quirks

•Midoriya of course held out hope for his quirk to manifest for a long time, but you came to terms with your quirklessness some time after you turned seven

•You went to the same school with Midoriya and Bakugou until the last year before high school

•You kinda looked after Midoriya and you drifted away from Bakugou, because he was a total asshole at the time

•Then, a year before high school you sort of disappeared, most of the class thought you just  changed schools

•Which is what happened, but you didn’t really get a chance to tell anyone because it happened so fast and because of circumstances out of your control

•When Midoriya got into UA and school started it was definitely the last place he expected to see you

•But there you were, sitting by your desk and your seat was next to his

•He couldn’t believe it, you had gotten into UA as well, and as far as he knew you were still quirkless

•He hesitantly approached you and asked how you were doing

•You just stared at him for a while, before jumping up and hugging him

•This of course got Midoriya to go beet red and got him muttering about something you couldn’t make out

•You were happy to see him again, but you couldn’t wrap your head around how he was there

•You had like a million questions, but you wouldn’t get to ask them for a while since the teacher walked in and class started

•You and Midoriya met up that same day after school and talked for hours

•Midoriya couldn’t believe you got the same score as Bakugou but he was super happy for you and told you so

•You told him how weird it was that he’s finally got a quirk and he just mutters something about how he couldn’t believe it either

•You and Midoriya got close during the year and you got stronger together

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•You and Bakugou had drifted apart before you disappeared so he didn’t really pay it much mind

•He noticed himself thinking about you occasionally, and since that damn Deku reminded him of you, he got even more annoyed with the poor guy

•But when he entered UA and saw you there, he was flabbergasted

•Because why and how would someone like you get into UA

•And then he noticed Deku sitting next to you and he just exploded

•Because what the fuck was that damn nerd doing there?

•You noticed Bakugou as well and greeted him, but you paid more attention to Deku, which seriously pissed him off

•Bakugou just glared at you and Deku the whole time until the whole starting tests thing

•Bakugou didn’t really realize it, but he really wanted to impress you

•You always stood up for Deku, against Bakugou, and Bakugou being a general asshole, just drove you away from him

•You cheered for Deku with the ball throwing thing and just kind of glared at Bakugou

•He seriously didn’t like that and he stopped you after school because he wanted to talk to you

•You agreed to talk to him and even though he was clearly still an asshole, you saw something in him that made you want to see how the situation would develop, so you didn’t just out right tell him to fuck off

•So you talked for a while, and told Bakugou about how you got into UA, which he had a lot of trouble believing

•You saw Bakugou’s growth during the year all the way to the war, and you liked what you saw

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #deku #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[zaiban2989]

Hi...if you don't mind, can I ask something from BNHA? What do you think are Bakugou and Midoriya’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic (as a romantic or platonic, is up to you)?

Hey there! Oh that's such a great question, thanks for asking me!

I'm going to break this down into a few different things here, it might be a bit long, I apologise lol

First of, let's talk without the bkdk-glasses about their dynamics. So I'll be talking about it while trying to stay objective and looking at it from a platonic POV.

When you start to read/watch BNHA, you see Izuku as this little middle school boy who dreams every moment of the day to become a hero while being bullied by his childhood friend, right? This already sets the tone for the rest of the series because you can already tell that both of them are going to be important protagonists in the storyline: Izuku obviously because he is the main character, but Katsuki could have been a side character or even a one-off - once Izuku enters UA - as "the boy who bullied the MC and gave him hardship about being quirkless but now MC is following is dream and overcoming all of this", yet Hori decided to put them both to the front there, with All Might, the sludge villain accident, the fact that Katsuki runs to Deku afterwards to "talk" to him, etc.

You only need like 2-3 chapters/episodes to know that those two and their weird/broken relationship are going to be present throughout the rest of the show. Hell, you actually need the first 30 seconds of the show to understand that Katsuki will become an important pivot to Izuku's story, really: the whole childhood flashback of Izuku protecting one of his friends against "Kacchan"? Hori didn't start with that for no reason. It doesn't just show the fact that Izuku has been bullied about being quirkless since he was 4yo, it shows that the bullying has been done by "Kacchan", which we then see again when they're in middle school. If Hori wanted it to be about the quirkless factor alone, he would have picked either a different 4yo kid to do the bullying, or he would have left Izuku's "Kacchan" to the background and use a different idiot to bully him in middle school.

Therefore, it's already established that Izuku & Katsuki's personal storylines are closely interlinked with one another from the get-go. Whether people want to see it as enemies, rivals, rivals to friends, or lovers, the fact remains that these two are going to share the show until the end lol (and the fact that Hori himself keeps on pushing them to the fro any chance he gets with not so subtle bkdk moments is just the icing on the cake for me tbh)

The dynamic they have is so powerful it actually drives the entire plot and by extension the other characters around them, which is probably what I love the most to be honest. Plot-wise, like I said, it's driven from the beginning with the childhood friends' flashback, then the middle school period with the bullying and Kacchan being an absolute dick telling Izuku to take a swine dive if he wants to be a hero, and then the very same Izuku SAVING him because he looked like he was asking for help? Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps lol In that sense, Katsuki is both the catalyst to Izuku feeling absolutely useless (Deku), forcing him on an everyday basis to face the fact that he can never become a hero because he is quirkless, and being the trigger to the same Deku to turn into an actual hero by saving his sorry suffocated ass to the sludge villain. The fact that we see Kat's POV of the tree bridge and the river scene with small Izuku trying to help him just increases the focus on how that's a personality trait of Izuku that Katsuki hates (at first) and cannot comprehend for a very long long time.

Yep, with that I'm jumping into Izu's characterisation! I think that this is his biggest strength (though extremely dangerous): he has the spirit of a natural hero, he wants to save anyone who needs help without a fault (especially Kacchan) and that's what makes him so endearing. We know he is quirkless, he literally cannot do anything than most other people can, i.e. use a quirk to help someone; yet he still fucking runs in flames, crying, to try and save his childhood friend. That's hard to not like when starting BNHA. But this also brings up his self-sacrificing tendencies to the front and that's why this also easily turns into his biggest weakness. It's like a double-edged sword, really. This trait of his gives him the potential of becoming a great hero but Izuku needs to learn restraints when it comes to trying to save people because he ends up most of the time injured and then incapable to save everyone (see Kacchan's kidnapping arc for instance, he saves Kouta and then is unable to save Katsuki. It's the perfect example).

On the other side, you have Katsuki. He is brash, aggressive, basically the whole bad-boy "Imma blast you to the ninth level of hell" kind of attitude from the start, the huge ego thinking he is better than anyone else (because he's basically been fed this since he's a kid). He's got a powerful quirk and knows it, he knows how to use it and has this perfect physical strength which makes him shine during the UA exam. He's born to "win". And I think it's this very "win (to save)" attitude that's his personality strength. Even when he is facing hurdles (being humiliated by Deku saving his ass during the sludge accident, Deku beating him during their first fight at UA, being kidnapped, etc.), he takes it all upon himself to overcome them. (Like a lot of people, I strongly believe he doesn't just overcome them in a few days like it's shown in the anime/manga, it's hard to fucking let go of those fucked up situations like being kidnapped so easily, regardless of how strong-willed you are, but well that's another topic entirely) The fact remains that Katsuki is depicted to be this badass person - yes, with a shitty personality - but he is smart, knows his own physical strength, never sits on his ass thinking he cannot become better, he just keeps on trying to improve and be the best, and like Izuku does, we can only admire him for this.

Now for his weakness, I think it's pretty obvious? He lacks what Izuku have naturally: the empathy to help and save people, which is detrimental to being the best hero. And he has to face this on a daily basis as soon as he enters UA. It's been nagging him from childhood with Izu being a sore eye to him because subconsciously he can feel what he is lacking in himself, and having to confront that in the form of a quirless kid who adores him and keeps following him around despite Katsuki pushing him away every chance he gets is absolutely enraging. Whether you're a 4yo or a 14yo kid, it's still something very difficult to comprehend on your own, IMO. So when you actually see Katsuki facing this head-on in UA, first with anger and frustration but slowly with quiet comprehension and then understanding, it's just amazing really. His character development in the series is by far my favourite. That boy has grown so much and worked upon improving himself physically but mostly mentally over the span of a year, it's absolutely incredible (or like Izuku would say, "Kacchan sugoi!")

So all in all, those two idiots have their very own individual traits (the good and the bad ones) which make them who they are, and I think any real bnha fans (regardless of whether they are bkdk stans or not) can admit that these two are important to each other and for the story itself to move ahead.

One last thing I'm going to add regarding the dynamics is the fact that despite the huge drift that has happened between them once Katsuki had his quirk and Izuku was labelled as quirkless, despite the distance between the two and the bullying and horrible relationship they had in middle school, as soon as they're in UA, you have them work seamlessly with one another (however reluctantly, at first) whenever they have to fight a common enemy (example which comes to mind: class 1-A having to fight All Might as a villain in the first ova and Katsuki understanding what needs to be done without being told what Deku's plan was to defeat the baddy, that's just gold).

Aaaand I think this post is already super long, so I will make another post and tag you (if you want) to talk more about this from my rotten-to-infinity bkdk POV 💚🧡

I could honestly go all day about these two boys, I hope this answer didn't disappoint you. If it's too messy, well, sorry 😅 and if you have other questions please send them!

Thanks anyone who read till the end, the honour is mine, truly.

#bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #bnha #deku #decchan #mha #deku x kacchan #bkdkbk #katsuki x izuku #katsuki bakugou #mha midoriya #mha bakugou #mha bakudeku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #my hero academia #zai answers ask #thanks for letting me rant like this

[4izawas]

— 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ; 𝐦. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: this would be their very last secret rendezvous, so they had to make it special, right?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: melissa shield/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 2.31k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spoilers for mha s6, fem!reader, all might’s daughter!reader, minor deku slander??, symbol of peace!reader, bad father/daughter relationship, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm, plot building, nonsexual amputation, canon divergence.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

ever since they’d met back up during their first winter break in college, each visit was always the same: y/n would tug her away to some hidden area of the home she shared with her dad and would either eat her out until she screamed into a pillow or finger her until she cried. the majority of their time spent was with each other or all together with their fathers, laughing and acting like they’d hardly seen each other in swimsuits, much less completely naked — and melissa liked it that way. she liked having the knowledge of how soft and kind the normally cold y/n yagi was when she held her in her arms, and knowing that the all the soft, sweet words y/n whispered into her ear as they fucked were just for her ( and that no one else had ever heard them before ) was icing on the cake. 

having y/n all to herself in ways the woman would never be shown to the world was reward enough for the years melissa had spent pining after the current symbol of peace in japan. 

as she knelt between melissa’s shaky thighs, the edge of her prosthetic glinting in the low light as it’s hand gripped one of said thighs, y/n’s fingers crook up perfectly inside her, pressing brutally across her swollen g-spot in a way that makes her see stars. “o-oh god!” melissa cries, and y/n claps a hand over her mouth immediately, her eyes wide and dark with both lust and alarm. melissa looks at her through tear filled eyes, confused as to why she’d done it. 

“lower your voice — we wouldn’t want our fathers to hear us, now would we?” y/n hisses lowly, a dark look flickering through her eyes in a way that made a fresh surge of slick gush from melissa’s pussy as realization washed over her features and she returned to pushing into her childhood friend’s touch. 

“gimme — gimme more!” she whines into the flesh of y/n’s hand, and while muffled, her words have the desired effect; y/n presses her body against her and buries a second finger into melissa’s hungry snatch. 

“what a desperate little cunt you have,” the younger woman growls,taking her hand off of melissa’s mouth. “your little hole’s so fucking needy for my fingers — how often did you play with it until you came after finding out i’d be arriving soon?”

“every — every day!” melissa gasps, and y/n laughs so lowly that she can feel the vibrations in her chest before biting the fat of the blonde’s thigh, making her whimper. 

“what a fuckin’ sight you are, princess — and it’s all mine, isn’t it?” she purrs, the possessiveness curled around the question sending a jolt of heat to melissa’s core. 

the desperation of y/n’s possessive nature when it came to her was always something that excited melissa. the urge for her to claim something and refuse to share it as she’d shared so much else ( her father with all of japan, his quirk that was her birthright with a stranger, the limelight of hero work with said stranger, and so on ) was strong in her. the blonde was not unaware of the bitter feelings y/n felt towards her father and the protege he’d chosen years ago when y/n had been fifteen that seemed to follow him everywhere; she’d listened more times than she could count to her friend’s angered mutterings about midoriya izuku and her father, often speaking of ‘the symbol of peace and the child he chose’ alongside the ‘daughter he was forced to keep’, musings that never failed to send pangs through melissa’s chest as her heart ached for her friend. she’d never felt such abandonment, as her father was more than loving and attentive, and there were times where she just couldn’t understand the way y/n was feeling; it always upset y/n, being misunderstood, and she’d always revert to her colder attitude when these moments sprung up between them, returning to her own world of exercise and endeavors to best her classmates and finally catch her father’s attention. 

all of this had more or less come to a head when she’d lost an arm fighting the symbol of fear after the attack that webbed across japan the day tomura shigaraki and all for one had merged and become one being. eraserhead had lost an eye and a leg in that fight on the same ground that day, though for vastly different reasons; after being shot by a deleter round, he’d cut off his own leg. becoming woozy from blood loss, he’d lacked the speed to escape the way shigaraki clawed at his face and had lost an eye. y/n had kicked the villain away after and had picked up eraserhead where he’d fallen unconscious, shouting for the other heroes and her classmates to handle him until she got back, but the villain had lunged for her after regaining his wits. forced to make the decision between sacrificing herself or her teacher, she chose herself, turning so her body would shield his and casting up one arm while cradling him as best she could in her dominant one; with eraserhead’s quirk out of the picture, shigaraki’s decay quirk had been in full effect, and the moment his fingers locked around her wrist it began a length of spiderwebbed cracks across her flesh. she’d kicked him away again, this time farther, and after snarling out a cry of pain had used a sharp length of metal debris sticking up from what was left of a building to hack of her own arm by swinging it backwards towards it, cutting it off just beneath the elbow before decay could take the entire thing all while her classmates and the pro heroes on the scene with her watched in horror. 

it had all happened in only a few seconds. 

she’d carted eraserhead off then, finding a safe place for him before returning to the fight, where she’d joined the other heroes and had saved endeavor’s life twice before succumbing to blood loss. she’d been carted off to the hospital then, and her sudden amputation had been treated ( alongside her other injuries ); regardless, because of the way she’d cut it off, it had scarred terribly. 

after her initial injury, all might had been sent into an absolute panic. melissa still remembered the call she and her father had gotten, her pseudo-uncle sobbing into the phone as he told of what had happened. even as they spoke, she and her father had been boarding a private jet, arriving in japan within a few hours. they’d arrived to find all might a mess at y/n’s bedside, where she was well into being comatose. they’d settled in with him, and the following two weeks had felt pretty much the same ( aside from spotty visits by y/n’s homeroom teacher towards the end when present mic wheeled him in at his insistence ) until she’d finally opened her eyes. all might and melissa’s father had both been asleep, and melissa had been dozing off, but her eyes had burst open when something was dropped on the floor and someone had cursed quietly. she’d looked over the room to see y/n dressing herself and had gotten upset, but regardless had helped her as much as her younger friend would allow, then walked with her to the roof. 

“i can still feel it,” y/n had told her, smiling bitterly while looking out over the view they had. “it’s a strange feeling. hurts like hell, but i can still — can still snap my fingers. there’s just no sound.” her voice had cracked when she said that, and melissa had felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but she’d not known what to say — so instead she took y/n’s remaining hand in her own and had stayed. 

that day, their relationship had become unwavering. 

all might had apologized to y/n after calming down from the panic attack induced by her absence ( hell, a good portion of the hospital, patients and staff, were panicking over her disappearance, but when present mic had rushed to the roof after the thought hit him and had found him, all had been calm again ), but she’d brushed it off. melissa hadn't said anything, but she’d been more than proud when she realized that y/n was letting it go and making her own way rather than clinging to a life she felt she deserved ( she did, this was something melissa thought often, but never vocalized ). all might, unfortunately for him, had been crushed, but there had been no time for further conversation as a nurse had come in to change y/n’s bandages; that had been the first time melissa saw where y/n had amputated her arm, and it made her heart ache. it was healing, but clearly would scar terribly, something the nurse warned her of; she said she didn’t care, and melissa knew that she meant that, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing off all of her other work to make a prosthetic that could withstand the strength of y/n’s quirk ( and she had; one of her proudest moments had been showing up unannounced to ua and offering it up to her, watching her absolutely demolish a training course with it afterwards ). 

she’d been back on her feet sooner than was advised, but regardless had helped end the war that had started so long ago. midoriya izuku, the former bane of her existence, had become nothing more than a speck-like annoyance of her past as she shut him and a handful of others out to focus on her hero work — but never melissa. no, after the war, y/n had clung to two friends she’d made in her first year, and when the three of them graduated ua, she and they had joined melissa in california as the two girls followed in their father’s footsteps and her friends made their own ways in life. alongside other inventions, melissa made stronger and stronger prosthetics for y/n, meant to withstand ten times the weight of her borderline inhuman quirk, and the two worked together to ease the world from the grips of any villains they had to fight. fame had found them quickly, and when the time to return to japan came for y/n and her companions, melissa was quick to want to join them — college be damned — but y/n had told her no. 

her points had been good, advising her to finish all of her college routes and claim the two phds waiting for her and then join her in japan if she still felt so inclined, and melissa had to begrudgingly agree that this was the wiser choice before following through — but this hadn’t stopped y/n and her father from visiting whenever breaks were set for melissa ( toshinori would do anything if it meant the potential for a true relationship with the daughter he didn’t realize he craved, and if visits to california to see david and melissa pleased her, then he’d said he’d make as many as she desired ), and then sometimes even when she didn’t have any — though their fathers were more than unaware of these… special visits. 

now melissa was in her final year of college. this was her final winter’s break. she was so close to the end, so close to being able to see and touch y/n every single day — and they both knew it. after this break, y/n would have to remain in japan for at least five months to ensure her place in the popularity polls as well as her spot as the number one hero, a title she’d held for the last seven  years regardless of any attempts from former classmates or up-and-coming heroes and heroines. because y/n would have to stay away for so long, they were both determined to make this last visit more than memorable — because it was the last visit, wasn’t it? melissa would be living with y/n and her two friends in their shared house after this, there would be no more call for visits when they were intertwined so closely. 

melissa lets out a shriek when y/n sucks her clit into her mouth, clapping one of her hands over her mouth as the other fists around what she could grab of y/n’s hair. her eyes roll back to face the ceiling, her toes curling and her legs threatening to give out from under her as y/n lapped at her clit and curled her fingers inside her just right. slick soaked her cunt and dripped down her thighs messily as y/n made easy work of her, coaxing an orgasm from her depths like a musician urges a song from an instrument. melissa’s entire body spasms, and she screams shrilly into the flesh of her hand before her entire body falls limp, her legs giving out beneath her as her body spasms. y/n catches her, just as she’d trusted her to, and cradles her close while sucking the remaining slick from her fingers. 

she lifts melissa up, carrying her off to the nearby bed in the bedroom they’d hidden away in, then gets comfortable between melissa’s legs. 

“i — i can’t — i’jus’ came!” melissa whimpers, but y/n just chuckles lowly, a grin both wicked and lazy twisting her handsome features. 

“be more grateful, honey — i haven’t gotten to cum at all, and here i am willing to make you feel good! so why don’t you sit back and spread those sexy legs for me so i can see what i’m about to feast on?”

and melissa does exactly as she’s told — after all, they had both promised to make this memorable, didn’t they?

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#melissa shield x reader #melissa shield x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you

[vultureboi]

!-MHA SPOILERS-!

First off, I know some people don’t ship bkdk as romantic. But hear me out.

There is TOO MUCH SHIT that’s just- it’s impossible for me to not see it!! I swear!!! Uraraka x Deku isn’t going to happen. I can tell you why! How much have we seen of Uraraka and Deku? How many instances are they fighting side by side? How many times are they causing trouble together? Barely any!! Katsuki is always there causing trouble right by Izuku’s side.

Katsuki and Izuku fight side by side, argue like a married couple, have known each other since forever, and even have a special relationship with nicknames!! Kacchan? No one else gets to call him that! When Denki tries, Kat gets mad. And honestly? I feel like when Uraraka started calling Izuku Deku and then he chose it as his hero name, I think Katsuki was pissed. Like- “uh- no. I gave you that! That’s my name for you!!”

I also believe part of the rivalry with Uraraka and Katsuki is love rivalry. I truly believe during their fight at the sports festival they were also slightly fighting over Izuku.

But when Uraraka figures out that Deku needs to focus, I appreciated that. She backed off and put her feelings aside for the better. But in a lot of anime, usually, if there’s a love interest, they’re featured in most episodes with a strong role. In the movies, Uraraka was there, but not a strong role. Katsuki is almost every event is a strong role.

I really feel the two main characters are Deku and Katsuki. Not Deku and Uraraka. Yes, we had confirmation that Uraraka likes Deku. But we’ve seen nothing about Deku liking her.

“But he blushes when Uraraka is in his face!”

Uh, yeah. He’s never hung out with girls before. He said that. So he doesn’t know what to do and gets embarrassed easily, even with the guys. He’s just an anxious ball of green fluff.

But Katsuki has been a huge part of Izuku’s life and vice versa. They literally grew based on each other. Katsuki eventually learning to let himself be saved thanks to Izuku. Izuku learning to stand up from himself and make himself stronger from Katsuki. They literally use each other to reach the top in such a perfect way.

In the beginning of the story, it was clear that their relationship was not healthy, correct. However, Katsuki apologized and explained himself during the vigilante arc and admitted to All Might that he was helping train Izuku as a form of making up for his past mistakes. A way to apologize.

If you look at even the basic dynamics of an anime with love interests, you see that Katsuki is the one that is most viewed besides Izuku. And usually, the two main characters are love interests.

My dad actually told me it couldn’t work because the childhood friend never wins, which, I laughed my ass off, so did he. But every way I see it, if there is going to be romance in this, it’s going to be bkdk.

Plus, you can find a BUNCH of hints in actual texts and translations. Such as Edgeshot using “he” as in “boyfriend”. Which, if you don’t know, Japanese people don’t usually use pronouns. They say their name if they can. They could have done “Deku is coming back” but instead they say it as if calling Deku Katsuki’s boyfriend.

So is this really a question by this point? The main characters are Izuku and Katsuki. In a romance anime, the two main characters are the love interests. Whether it turns out to be romantic or not, I guarantee you. There is just too much proof of bkdk being the main thing.

There’s no convincing me otherwise.

They better hold fucking hands at least.

A kiss on the cheek or something at most like- c’mon.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #katsuki bakugou x izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha deku #mha izuku #mha #bnha izuku #bnha deku #bnha midoriya #bnha bakudeku #mha bakudeku #love #spoilers #Deku x Uraraka is not canon #rant #mha rant #bnha rant

[guideoftime]

▴ — @puxrlunae.

— It was all so strange. Finding out that I was really a Hylian and not a Kokiri. Learning that my friend was.. dead. Saria was gone and so was everyone else. They blamed me, you know? Blamed me for killing the Great Deku Tree all those years ago. I found out that it was the reason that others fled.

Was it really my fault?

Yes it was, but what was I to do? I couldn't let him suffer. I couldn't--

Nevermind that. I questioned why Sheik had sent me here first, but I suppose it was so I could find out the truth. I never knew his true intentions about everything. I just knew I had to go from place to place. I had to do my duty as the Hero to save Hyrule from Ganondorf and his disgusting hold on the land.

Those ReDeads still stick within my mind, even now. In this land and time so far away from the previous. I wish I could wipe my mind clean of them, but that is not how fate chose it, did it?

It was hard. Not having the time to really process anything, but I had to go back to the Temple of Time and talk to Sheik. I saw those ReDeads.. I don't even want to know what happened or why they were there, but…

He told me I could put the sword back and return to time seven years ago. Before I was sealed away. I'm wasn't sure where I was supposed to go and what to do, and so I relied on Sheik. Put my full trust in him. He's the only one that seemed to actually want to help me and be on my side.

My mind wondered to what happened to those people in Castle Town and from what Sheik had told me.. those ReDeads were them..

Those poor people..

He was right, though. You can't save everyone. No matter how hard you try. —

   He hid away inside the Shadow Temple again to try and read more of this book. It’s not the best laid plan, the Shadow Temple is not a kind place–but it's the only place that Amaron and Kasus won’t willingly enter to find him. At least that was how it seemed. Maybe they just can’t find him in here, it’s not like it is exactly hard for a Sheikah to hide inside their own temple. There are plenty of shadows for him to vanish into. 

   Nothing in here is ever quiet. If it’s not the screams of the dead he’s constantly listening to, it’s the whispers that try to crawl beneath his skin. That push the self-doubt and the guilt further beneath him. The Shadow Temple is not kind. 

   He’s on top of the Ferry to Another World, sitting on the golden triangle with the book in his lap. Sheik had taken a break from reading it and was just trying to meditate for the moment, letting the whispers push away from him briefly. He had finished the Forest Temple section, Saria’s parting words to Link and the offer to always listen should he call. Sheik wonders if that still works, or if the door had been shut when they shut the actual door to the Sacred Realm. Probably that. 

   The next part, he knows, is in the Temple of Time. Sheik is supposed to teach him Rauru’s song the Prelude of Light which returns him to the Temple of Time. Sheik doesn’t play it anymore unless he needs some light to see. He never teleports to the Temple of Time, he hasn’t been there at all since his childhood the second time around. He had a crushing desire to see the Master Sword, and a Sheikah always has their ways around even without opening the Door of Time. 

   He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes back up, blinking at the swirling shadows above his head and the beady red eyes that stared back down at him. There weren’t any Wallmasters in here, just the other creatures that lurked in the shadows. They quickly rush away when stared at for too long and Sheik tilts his head back down to look at the book in his lap. 

   That day, Amaron–Link–had learned he wasn’t a Kokiri. Sheik didn’t know about the Great Deku Tree. Well, he knew he was dead, but he hadn’t known that the Kokiri blamed Link. The truth was that the curse in the Deku Tree had grown too strong and before even sending Link in there, he knew he was going to pass. There was very little that the Great Deku Tree is never aware of, and there’s still days where Sheik seeks his council. He listens and he talks, though there does tend to need some deciphering at the end of the lectures. 

   Sheik had sent Link to Saria first to make him want to help them. There was no other reason. He’d be angry, hurt, seek to help because his friend suffered. That is why  Sheik sent him to Saria, to hurt him. They needed him, he was the only one who could pull the Master Sword, and he needed to break to want to help them. So he used his connection to one of the Sages to do that. 

   And it worked. 

   That doesn’t make it right. 

   Even now, Sheik has never told Amaron what happened in Castle Town. He has seen Sheik break being in there, and has had to pull him from it mid panic attack, but he doesn’t know what Sheik did. He can’t tell him, he can never know that the ReDeads that he continued to walk past, that flooded Castle Town were people he slaughtered. People that Link saw every single day as a child, interacted with, cared for clearly. The same people Amaron interacts with now, with happy smiles on their faces, love in their hearts and blooming families. 

   Sheik can still remember what it felt like to run his dagger across the throat of the woman who dances with her husband near the fountain. Can still see the look on his face as he watches what happened to his wife. Can hear his anguished cries as twisted, contorted, died and woke back up. He had begged for her life and then begged Sheik to kill him–and he did. He drove that dagger into his heart and watched him slowly die. His eyes burn, he tries to bite the tears back. 

   They have a baby now. 

   They don’t know what he did. 

   You can't save everyone. He couldn’t save anyone. 

   He stopped reading again, there’s bile gathering in his throat and he wants so badly to throw up. He forces it down and closes the journal again, shoving it off of his lap to pull his knees up to his chest. It shouldn’t take him this long to read, it shouldn’t be so hard to make his way through it. He shouldn’t keep thinking about himself while reading it. 

   He can hear the whispers again, they’re so much louder the more upset he gets. Like a freezing cold dance in the middle of winter, the cruel grip of the Shadow Temple digging its claws into his mind. The monsters that lurk in the shadows, the lies and deceit that can’t be seen by normal eyes. His fingers slip into his hair, gripping at the blonde locks as he tries to pull a breath into his lungs. His face grows wet, he can feel it dampening the fabric of his stealth suit where his face is buried in his knees. 

   He has to breathe. 

   Ganondorf had gotten such joy out of what Sheik did in Castle Town. When he returned back there, after screaming in a fairy fountain, he had patted Sheik on the back. Told him he was a good, obedient, weapon. A good little murderer. He knew exactly what he was doing too, slowly digging beneath his skin. He wanted Sheik to hurt, because the more he heard the more vulnerable he was, the easier it was to manipulate him. He knew what Ganondorf was doing and he still let him do it. He didn’t know to not. 

   How could he not let what happened in there bother him? How could he not see their bodies every single time he closed his eyes, every time he wandered through Castle Town and saw the ReDead. How could he not feel guilt when he saw the expression on Link’s face when he told him the ReDead were the people he saw hours ago in the past? 

   those ReDeads were them.. Those poor people..

   He wants to scream. 

    He wants to scream again. 

   It’s swallowing him and he can’t breathe. 

   His fingers fall from his hair, his arms wrap tightly around his head and Sheik gives in. He just screams and let’s the sound get swallowed up by the darkness of the Shadow Temple. He screams and cries. It won’t fix anything, it won’t help, it doesn’t take away the memories or the things he did. But for a few seconds, for a moment, he feels less like he is being crushed under the weight of it all. 

   And his throat eventually turns raw, his eyes hurt but the tears stop, and Sheik’s so completely exhausted. His head turns to the side, stares down at the dense journal beside him and selfishly wishes–Amaron had just kept it. He’ll never tell him that. He can’t. He can’t. 

#▴ — path / guide of time #puxrlunae #▴ — the eye of truth / asks. #long post cw

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. Ch 7

Ch6 Ao3 FFnet

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Chapter 7

It has been almost two months, and it feels like I wasn't making any progress. Sure, I was finally able to drag a freezer from one part of the beach to another without much issue. But I still couldn't pull the industrial fridge with All Might on it. I at least got it to budge just a little. I still had a long way to go.

When I wasn't training with All Might, I was hard at work studying. Not like I was falling behind in my classes, but that wasn't enough. I barely made it to the top 5 within my own class. And today was one of those exam days.

While I read the questions, they seemed to blur into each other. But I had to stay focused, or I'll fail. As I did my best, my mind kept going between what I should do about my training and the test. And before I knew it, the exam was over.

During lunch, all I could do was stare at the food. It didn't help that I felt like I would throw up. In fact, just the smell of what was in front of me gave me the feeling of vomiting. After I couldn't take it anymore, I threw out my lunch and went to the staircase. As I sat there, I wasn't aware that someone was nearby. That was until I felt something hit my chest.

I looked at what hit me, and it was a juice box. "Damn it, nerd." That's when I faintly saw feet before me. When I looked to see who it was, I was surprised to see Kacchan. "When was the last time you slept?" I looked away from him and stood quiet. That's when he grabbed my face and had me looking at him. "I'm talking to you."

Kacchan let me go and watched as he folded his arms. "I have just been busy, that's all." I watched as he started to tap his fingers against his arm. "I'll be fine."

That's when Kacchan grabbed my hair. "You're gonna catch a fever again." He then took the juice from my hands and pushed it into my face. "If my hag finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it. So, you better get some rest and eat something." With that, he walked up the stairs and left me alone. I couldn't help but smile. Even when he was mean to me, he still cared.

…

After that day, the class seemed to be quiet. It did make it easier to focus on classes without the noise of the extras. But something did seem off. From how Deku would use hand grips during class. Nobody said anything about it, but everyone saw and knew. At that, Kato and Saito stopped talking to me in class.

After another long day, Kato and Saito invited me to hang with them at the arcade. Nothing special, and I didn't have to go to cram school today. But when I got there, I couldn't help but notice that there were some high school gang members. "Glad you made it, Bakugo. Have I ever introduced you to my cousin?" Kato said as he brought me over to the biggest guy in the room.

"I heard you didn't help my cousin, beating up quirkless bastard." So, that's what this was. I looked at Kato and shook my head. "Now, he also tells me how you knew the bastard since childhood. Something about being friends. Is that why you were too scared to fight him?"

At that, I punched the guy in the stomach. "I ain't scared of that nerd! And there's no way I'm fucking up my record!"

With that, I started to walk away. "Come back here, you bastard!" I could hear his heavy feet closing in. Without even looking, I dodged his swing at my head. As I walked, the big guy still tried to attack me. Even his gang tried to jump me, but I easily avoided each of their moves and left the arcade without getting touched.

While I walked back home, I looked at my phone. It's then I saw that my old hag left a text. And I was not surprised it was about Deku's mom calling her. At that, the nerd came down with a fever. "That damn idiot. I told him, and he still doesn't listen." I tried calling Deku, only for it to go straight to voicemail. That never happened before. So, I started running home.

When I got to the corner, I turned to the right and went to Deku's apartment building. That nerd is going to get a fist full for having me go to voicemail. When I reached the apartment and rang the doorbell. I was somewhat shocked to see that it was his mom that answered. "Katsuki?" She then had tears coming down her face. "My little Izuku isn't home, and I don't know where he could be." This isn't good.

…

After my interaction with Kacchan, I went to the nurse's office. "We have to call your mother. You're running a 101 fever. You should go rest." As I watched the nurse call my mom, I feared what would happen today. I wouldn't be able to get any training done, and mom was going to call Auntie.

I grabbed my bag and hid the fact I was using my phone. After placing mom and Kacchan on mute, I put my book bag down. The nurse gave me some cold medicine and a slip to go home early. Once I took the medicine and gave the slip to my teacher, I left the school. But instead of going home, I went off to the beach. No way I was missing a day of training.

"You're here early, young Midoriya." I looked at All Might and couldn't help but smile. What's one little lie?

"It was a half day at school." With that, we went into training. Even when my body was aching, I still pushed through. I even surprised myself when I was able to move another set of items from the beach. Not to mention how encouraging it was that I had made enough progress that I could see the ocean. But I started feeling dizzy again once I was done training for the day.

"Is something the matter, young Midoriya?"

I forced myself to stand back up and smile at my teacher. "I'm fine, All Might." With that, we went our separate way for the day. But instead of going home, I started to jog the boardwalk. I just wasn't ready to leave yet. It doesn't feel right to stop now when I finally have someone who believes in me.

When I finally did get to my apartment building, I tried to stay as quiet as possible. I didn't even open the door all the way when I saw the two sets of shoes. With that, I quickly closed the door and ran to the roof. I was not going to face either of them. I did my best to slowly climb my way down from the roof to my room balcony. I looked through the window and saw my room was empty.

That night I slept with my door locked. But came morning, I was faced with another issue. How was I supposed to get to school without crossing either of them? It was a bit tricky, but I was able to climb to the roof and then head to school. And that's where Kacchan was waiting for me. He stood at the entrance and didn't look too happy. "Hi, Kacchan."

Kacchan dragged me into the bathroom before landing a punch to my face. "What did I fucking tell you?" He picked me up from my collar before landing a knee to my gut. "And don't even get me started on how pissed off I am at you."

"Kacchan is so amazing." I couldn't stop smiling at the fact Kacchan was giving me his full attention. Any attention from him was better than being ignored. Then Kacchan punched my face again before letting me drop to the floor.

For the rest of the day, I was in the nurse's office sleeping. After Kacchan left me alone in the bathroom is when I passed out. And when I came to, I learned that a teacher found me and took me to the nurse's office. When I finally woke up, I saw my mom was there. "Oh, thank goodness. Izuku, you worried me there." Damn it. That weekend I wasn't allowed to leave home and just rest. I was even shocked at how mom stood home to ensure I got over my fever.

…

I still can't believe that nerd. At that, it didn't take me back a bit when he called me amazing as I was beating him. What has gotten Deku? Then again, it almost seems like all the times he purposely would go to where heroes were fighting. He had the habit of looking for trouble and was good at it.

Not a day goes by where he doesn't stalk hero news and updates. It's what makes him a nerd. But there's also the other thing. Deku doesn't know the meaning of the word no. At that, he's always following me everywhere. Especially when I took up parkour to keep up with my training, since I got tired of doing all those dump classes.

Once class was over, I blocked the door from Deku. I was going to make him finally talk. Something is up, and he's hiding it from me. He never hides things from me. Heck, it was annoying how he would share absolutely everything with me. It never fails when a new hero merch comes out. He's right there telling me about it. And he won't shut up either.

As I blocked the door, Deku just looks at me. So, that's how it's going to be. I went to grab his shirt, and he moved under. He then went to kick me, but I jumped. Before he could make his next move, I landed perfectly on his leg. "Start talking, nerd."

"Come on, Kacchan. Why don't you believe me when I say I can't tell you?" I got off his leg and quickly grabbed the back of his shirt. "But Kacchan."

"Shut up." Deku placed his arms up to defend his face. I used my free hand to move them out the way. "Talk!"

Deku started to cry, and his voice cracked as he spoke. "All I can say is that it has something to do with getting into UA." That's when I threw him to the ground and stepped on his back.

"I told you to give up. A quirkless nobody is never going to get in." With that, I kicked his side and started to walk away.

"Just you wait and see." I looked back and saw how Deku was wiping away his tears. "When I get into UA, you'll see how wrong you are." Before I got a chance to punch him, he got up and ran past me. While I chased him, I watched how he started heading into a busy street. Here's my chance to catch him. That was until I saw him go into traffic. Damn, that nerd! What was he thinking?

I watched as he jumped onto the hood of one car and slid across another car. When did he have that level of confidence to do that? He always hated playing street chicken. Whatever he was trying to hide was really that important? Either way, I was still on his tail as I watched him cross into an ally.

When I turned into the ally, I didn't see him. But I did see a nearby dumpster. I went to look inside and was surprised to not find Deku there. How in the world did he outrun me? That was until I heard a noise behind me. But before I could react, I was kicked inside the dumpster. That damn nerd! He tricked me!

#bkdk #bnha bkdk #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #izuku midoriya #bakugou x deku #mha #bkdk fanfic #deku midoriya

[needsmoresleepwrites]

"Yeah, Deku," Katsuki teases and Deku squeezes his hand.

Read on Ao3

Ochako sighs in what Deku would describe as over the top and he bumps her shoulder, "That is uncalled for you know."

"You two are holding hands right now!" she aggressively whispers because yes, they're in the library, working on a group assignment.

"Yeah, Deku," Katsuki teases and Deku squeezes his hand. Katsuki smirks and squeezes back harder.

"Your flirting is so romantic," Uraraka deadpans, watching them, "Maybe that's why you didn't realize."

Izuku's face goes red, "We're not…flirting." His voice is slightly strained and then he makes a face, "Ok, I give."

Katsuki laughs, "Lasted a little longer this time, gotta keep training nerd, if you wanna keep up."

Ochako giggles and then turns serious again, pointing at their hands again, "See!"

Katsuki is gently rubbing Izuku's hand, sweet and making sure it gets proper circulation after their little squeeze-fest.

Izuku's smile is dorky and Ochako is reminded why so many of their classmates had a crush on him, "You do realize we're dating now, this is normal. You and Tsuyu hold hands all the time too."

"And suck face like there's no tomorrow," Katsuki adds.

"Yes and yes, jealous?" She's puffed out her impressive chest at Katsuki and, never to be outdone, Katsuki does the same. Too bad he's in the middle. And the topic, "Hell no, Deku's sucking is leagues better."

"He might be good but against a lesbian, he's a novice."

"Guys," Izuku whines, his face red.

"He was trained by the best, ME. And a gay's training is just as badass, we're not second best to anyone," and he makes gestures and oh no they're getting looks. Again.

"Kacchan," he tugs at the hand he's holding, "Not in public. Also, why are we…this topic…weren't we talking about being childhood sweethearts?"

Ochako backs down and Katsuki grins, "Two wins and it's only 9am. Keep her distracted, Deku."

Ochako rolls her eyes, "Fine. But this isn't over." She gives Katsuki the evil eye and he makes crude gestures at her that Izuku is pointedly not going to be doing to him in the near future

"How long have you two been dating?"

Before Izuku can say anything, Katsuki says, "Forever."

Izuku frowns, "Only if forever is 8 years. Does this mean you're done with me?"

Katsuki makes a face, "What." Except it's not really a question.

"You said you wanted forever with me. If we've been dating forever, doesn't that mean we've already finished forever?" He's smiling and Katsuki feels a vein throb.

Ochako whispers, "Was this where their love would end? Find out next time on KatsuDeku tease week."

"Round face," Katsuki glowers, then grins, "That's not a bad idea."

Ochako nods, "I'm full of them. If you want, I can even spice up your holidays. For a fee, of course."

"Oh?" Katsuki motions for her to go on.

"First, admitting that-"

He slams the table, "Rejected."

"You didn't even let her-"

"REJECTED."

There's a collective shushing and Izuku puts his (and Katsuki's one hand because yes, they're still holding hands) together in apology.

Ochako sticks out her tongue and then turns back to Izuku, "So 8 years is when you two officially started dating, right?"

Izuku nods.

"But you two are childhood friends, right?"

"Why are you starting with "but"?" Ochako gives him a look and he nods, "We are…"

"Now," she begins, her fingers at her chin in her typical "detective" or "cool" pose, "I don't know you two that well, but I bet Katsuki used to hog your attention. And would beat up anyone new who came near you."

Izuku can't help the grin and giggles that leave his mouth. Meanwhile, Katsuki makes a face, his lips pursed, "He did. Sort of. How'd you know?"

When they first met, Katsuki had been very adamant about Not being Izuku's friend. Until his mother threatened him, saying that she'd tell the new boy that Katsuki was actually in love with him and that's why he wouldn't play together. She wasn't entirely off the mark. Katsuki had thought Deku was cute but he'd been so small and timid. What did he know about playing heroes and villains? He was probably bad at it!

But after that, they'd been pretty inseparable and Katsuki had taken it upon himself not to let other kids hang around Deku for too long. He'd invite himself into their space if someone had approached Deku before him at the playground and if anyone was even a little mean, they would meet his fists of steel

He'd gotten in trouble a few times

"Can't teach an old dog new tricks," she shrugs.

"Or he likes it. Ever thought of that? Getting tied up, marked-"

"Denial?"

"Denial." Katsuki confirms

"You two," Izuku groans, "Stop talking about my sex life."

"Sex life?" someone says and Izuku looks up to find Todoroki looking at them. He grabs a chair next to Ochako and sits, "Do I want to know?"

Katsuki and Ochako both point at Izuku.

"Ahh," is all he says, taking out his laptop from his backpack.

"Oh, I know!" Ochako says, "Let's ask Todoroki! If he thinks so then it's gotta be true!"

Todoroki raises a brow and Izuku rubs his head, "Why…"

"Because he's dense as a board," Katsuki says, "Probably wouldn't know if someone wants to fuck him unless they pulled down his pants."

"I don't know," Ochako says, "I think he'd still be confused."

"I'm right here…and why can't they just tell me? Why pull down my pants?"

Ochako smiles, "Our point proven…! Todoroki!"

He looks at her, "Yes?"

"Are Katsuki and Deku childhood sweethearts?"

He turns his gaze to his two other group mates. His eyes go to their intertwined hands and then nods, "Yes, they've been dating for years."

He's one of the few classmates that's known them since high school.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say we're high school sweethearts?" Izuku challenges but then feels Katsuki squeeze his hand.

"You do realize we started dating before high school, right?"

"Well, yeah, but only just…"

Ochako gasps and whispers, "Wait!! Maybe…maybe he's saying he didn't like you…before you started dating!"

"NO!!" They get shushed again, except that some of the kids around them look a little too intrigued, and Izuku swears the librarian hasn't left the same spot in the 700 section for a while

He blushes and says, more quietly, "I did like him, it's just…"

It's just that they had a moment in their childhood where Izuku thought Katsuki hated him.

Katsuki sucks his teeth and squeezes his hand, "We are, ok?"

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah."

"Should I write this down in my calendar? Label it as "first time Katsuki is soft"?" She even goes as far as opening said calendar, which is fat with loose papers and has colorful tags sticking out the sides.

"Fuck you," Katsuki says, giving her the finger. She sends one back his way, then raises a second, which Katsuki can't mimic unless he lets go of Izuku's hand. Unless…

"Have they been like this all day?"

Izuku covers half his face as Katsuki forces their joined hands to flip off Uraraka, once more giving him a win.

"Yes."

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A/N: wrote this for an exchange but missed the deadline and asdfghj, figured I'd just post it now instead of it disappearing into the void called my drafts orz can you guess who it could have been for? lol

anyway, i really had fun with this and considering most of my latest creations have been really long, I'm glad i was able to keep this short. comments feed my soul~

#fanfiction #I write ff #katsudeku #gifts and exchanges #modern day au #established relationship #childhood friends #college au #humor #friendship #side ochatsuyu #amwriting

[linawritestwst]

HI LOVE! First of all, i love your writing!

I am a girl, who's INFJ and 3w4 (or 4w3 not sure tbh) I love animals a lot, especially cats! And I have two cats. In general, I am described as a very loving and sweet person, but I am always the most mature and philosophical person for her age in a group. In fact, I can admit that I tried to hide it with my loving personality. I have familial traumas from childhood. (My mother and I once had a terrible relationship. I had no contact with my father and had trust issues with my sister, but somehow we got our family together, but that left me with a few problems.) I have OCD and Adhd from my mother. I usually try my best and value my family, friends and myself very much. I'm usually the one to drop out among my friends, but if I go through this, I'm sure that person will regret it because I can't stand to be let go after I've put a lot of effort into someone. oh and no I take no vengeance! I wish them the best and watch karma hit them lol. I love and care about things like manifest, spirituality, meditation. I'm overweight and I'm sorry about that, but now I'm working on getting over my insecurities! My kinnies are deku and sigma from bsd !

I love reading books and manga, questioning, feeding stray animals and taking care of my favorite areas. I always look at life philosophically. My ideal type splits into two! A mature and attractive man who makes me laugh but secretly or is much more mature and serious man whos so much mature then me but always sweet with me! ( basicallynentp, isfj and intj lol) I hate arrogant and rude men. I'm very sensitive about these matters and I wouldn't hesitate to bump into someone like that. I usually give my heart for gentlemen... no jokes...

Thats all.Thanks for reading! Have a nice day ❤️

hello, thank you so much, i'm happy to hear that you like my writing <3

now, the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

trey clover!

i'll explain why i chose him:

i think trey would like your personality a lot! you being this sweet and caring person who can be mature at the same time would totally make him fall for you. remember to take care of yourself though, okay? he's glad that things like meditation and looking at life philosophically help you feel better and he will support your hobbies, but if anything happens, don't worry, he'll be there for you.

trey may not understand everything you had to go through, but he will try to help you anyway and you can tell him anything, he won't mind and he will listen to you. also he would probably support you "watching karma hit the people who left you" haha and he would try to help you overcome your insecurities too! he thinks you're already perfect and if you need to change anything about yourself, it can just be your self-confidence. he wishes you could love yourself as much as he loves you.

as i mentioned before, he would definitely support your hobbies, he thinks they're so cute and they fit your personality well! when he sees you feeding stray animals, it warms his heart. also, i think trey sounds a lot like someone who's your type! a mature and attractive man who would at least try to make you laugh with his jokes and puns. and he's isfj too!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup

[crimsonsongbird]

What pop culture entities do you work with? What originally interested you to begin on this path?

Hello there!

Great questions! My pop culture pagan roots sort of started long before I became a Hellenic Polytheist and they started with a single character, Naruto Uzumaki.

So I will start this off by saying that I was psychologically abused and emotionally neglected as a child. Both my parents were Marines and had a whole lot of unchecked/untreated trauma from their own childhoods. They honestly had no business having children. With all the repeat trauma I was enduring as a child, I was desperate to find solace in someone or something. That is where the anime Naruto came into play.

Naruto started out as just another show to me. But the more I got to know the series' main character, Naruto Uzumaki, and his story, the more emotionally invested I became. Naruto was actually my age at the time I started the series. He was bullied and looked down upon by his village, which resonated deeply with me because I was being bullied by my own "village" (peers and parents) at that time. He had no parents, it felt like I didn't have parents. Naruto had big dreams, dreams of proving himself worthy to his village; I had big dreams of wanting to prove myself worthy too. And no matter how many times Naruto got knocked down, he got right back up.

It quickly became more than just "a kid's cartoon". I felt that I had formed a sort of sacred bond with Naruto. He was always there for me when I felt like I had no one else. He was there to celebrate my victories and console my losses. He shared his world with me, his story, his friends, his dreams, his tears, and his smile. And it was that very smile that saved me from ending my own life, time and time again.

New episodes aired every Saturday, so we had a schedule, a time to meet and learn more about each other. And, when he wasn't on tv, I was writing fanfiction with my former self insert character. And even though my parents fucking hated Naruto and anime, they could not keep us apart. From age 12 and up until the series officially ended, Naruto was a part of my everyday life. We don't talk about Boruto here.

As I got older and realized I was a polytheist, I never shied away from my relationship with Naruto. The bond I had formed with him was solid and the gods couldn't take that away from me (not that they ever tried). Eventually I came to learn pop culture paganism was a thing and decided to officially venerate Naruto Uzumaki as a modern day hero. Then I decided why not venerate a few more of my modern day heroes?

Some of the characters that I also venerate are:

Mipha and Sidon from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom

Optimus Prime from Transformers

Sora from Kingdom Hearts

All Might and Deku from My Hero Academia

Sorry for the long post, but I always gotta gush about my hero and friend, Naruto Uzumaki.

Thanks so much for the ask!

~Crimson

#tw child abuse #tw bullying #tw suicide mention #long post #asked and answered #crimson speaks #about my practice #a lil about me #anonymous #hero worship

[shininglapischan]

Ships are ruining My Hero Academia

---Rant---

If your an anime lover, you might already know that most anime fandoms are...toxic. You know the phrase "PLUS ULTRA". That my friends is the legendary "Boko No Hiro Academia". One of the most popular animes of all time.

...

And one of the most TOXIC fandoms of all time. Why might you say? Well, to share the truth, I love Bnha. It was my second anime after Dragon Ball Z. The moment I watched it for the first time made me addicted. However, I have been seeing some controversy around the internet about Bnha. I even took peeks inside Fandom and Reddit Discussions about Bnha. Most involves ships.

My biggest complaint about this fandom base is that many MHA fans ship "ships" that look like they won't work out even if they were canon. Give "BakuDeku" for example. In case you don't know, Bakugo and Midoriya (Deku) had a history from childhood to teenagers. Bakugo bullies Deku only because he was quirkless and weak. But over the course of the series, Bakugo has started to warm up to Deku and even apologized for his actions. BakuDeku sounds like a good ship...right?

To answer that question, yes and no. Yes because you can make this ship work. No because people ruins the ship by doing inappropriate stuff to them. They are teenagers for God sake! Thus, they make Uraraka the bad person! (Canonly, Uraraka and Deku is an obvious canon ship.) They even make Deku look weak or cannot do anything, made a feminist version of him (or the one that looks like an uwu cat), etc. I JUST CANT-

(On a side note: I ship BakuDeku before, but when I realized how the fandom is treating it, I stopped. So, I went onto another ship called BkDk friendship, a ship where they are close friends.)

To make matters worse, people like SHIPS FLIPPING ALL MIGHT AND DEKU!!! JESUS CHRIST!

People even simps way too hard on certain characters that they become fangirls/fan boys and make a MHA as their "girlfriend" or "wife". Cringy right?

If this keeps up, the fandom will just ruin the entire show for others. But to point this out, ships are okay to me and I support them...but if you were to make it toxic, that's not okay. There are other reasons the fandom makes it toxic but, I don't wanna go further. However, My Hero Academia is a good show and is worth watching. I suggest stay away from the fandom and stay on the positive side of its fandom. That applies to every show btw.

Stay safe and have a great day!

Go beyond

PLUS ULTRA!!💚

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #fandom #toxic fanbase #toxic fandom #problematic ships #bnha ships #plus ultra #Bnha #mha

[reikuto]

CONTENT! quirkless!au, bakudeku, angst, established relationship. SUMMARY! completely inspired by the movie little fish. this is NOT my idea. in a world where there’s a global memory-loss pandemic called neuro inflammatory affliction, katsuki struggles to help izuku keep his memories. A/N! enjoy!! (p.s. this fic takes places over the course of several months!!!) UNEDITED. i was too excited to post!!!!!! GO WATCH LITTLE FISH, ITS FREE ON AMAZON PRIME

HE SHOULDN’T HAVE IGNORED THE SIGNS. it’s not like he hadn’t seen the news; the fisherman who jumped off his boat to swim home, the marathon runner who forgot to stop running, the pilot who forgot how to fly a plane mid flight, katsuki had seen it all and yet he shrugged it off. instead he’d shift his focus to the man beside him, who somehow always uttered the most factually incorrect sentences in hopes of getting a reaction out of the blond. bakugou katsuki would narrow his eyes at the freckled man, whose lips quirked up into a knowing smirk. “was it something i said?” izuku midoriya chuckles, sliding the blonde his coffee.

“that’s not what happened.” katsuki scoffs, bringing his mug to his lips. “but whatever.”

“you sure?” izuku cocks an eyebrow. “pretty sure that’s how it went down.”

“nope,” katsuki says simply, resisting the urge to take the bait. “it’s alright though, i know you’re just trying to piss me off.”

it’s never been anything but a stupid joke; a silly way they - mostly izuku - would poke fun at each other. the freckled man would smile cheekily as he spewed out some half-assed version of the truth and katsuki would roll his eyes before almost always giving izuku the exact reaction he wanted. in the end, it never mattered, the blonde would still begrudgingly accept the shorter man’s soft kisses and teasing apologies. it was never serious, it was never supposed to be serious, katsuki was never supposed to feel genuine fear inking through him when izuku recalled a memory incorrectly.

the government said there was no known cure for NIA; there was no avoiding it, no preventing it, no stopping it. people would inevitably forget their memories, some steadily and others in one fell swoop, but they’d lose it nonetheless. katsuki believed - prayed - that somehow he and izuku would be spared, that there was some sort of immunity and they had been fortunate enough to get it.

there wasn’t.

for izuku midoriya it happened slowly, over the course of six months. katsuki didn’t know if he was supposed be grateful for the steady decline; while it gave them more time together, it only made it harder to witness the man he loved lose everything that made him…him. the first sign of NIA that katsuki had recognized in izuku occurred on a chilly saturday morning. walking back to their shared apartment, hand in hand, when izuku nodded at a restaurant they’d frequent at and said: do you think that place is any good?

it took a couple seconds for his question to register, but when it did, katsuki brought the two of them to a halt. “what did you say?”

“hm?” izuku innocently turned to katsuki. “i asked if you thought it looked like it was any good.”

“are you being serious?”

“yes?” izuku laughed. “it’s close to our place, we should check it out.”

“we’ve been eating there for months, deku.” katsuki frowned, and the way izuku’s smile faltered made him wish he would’ve just kept his mouth shut.

katsuki refused to give up though, adorning every picture in their apartment with sticky notes of names, ages, and their relationship to izuku. he’d talk about their childhood at dinner, ignoring the pang in his chest at izuku’s reactions as if these memories weren’t his too. he’d let izuku spend hours scrolling through social media, grateful that their friends had always documented every birthday and outing. he’d watch izuku take in the pictures and videos in awe, with only one thought on his mind: why was the universe trying to take izuku away?

one early morning, when izuku thought katsuki was still asleep, he had gotten up and stared at the pictures littered on their dresser. katsuki watched with a knot in his throat as izuku’s fingers delicately traced the frames, the way his hands trembled as he picked them up, and the way he looked around their apartment as if he were a guest sleeping over for the first time.

katsuki sat up then, his rustling garnering the attention of izuku, who only stared at him silently. katsuki could almost see the gears turning in his head when at last, izuku said, “bakugou?”

katsuki ignored the churn in his stomach because this didn’t mean anything. they could still get past this, the fact that izuku still knew his name is a good thing right? katsuki just had to work a little harder to make izuku remember details.

“kacchan,” katsuki corrected gently. “you call me kacchan.”

“kacchan,” izuku repeated, and katsuki felt the relief wash over him when he sees izuku smile. “good morning, kacchan.”

unfortunately, katsuki wasn’t always as successful, such as the time he and and izuku were cuddled on the couch watching tv when izuku’s phone started ringing. with a sigh, izuku picked up his phone and glanced at the screen before tossing it aside.

“who was it?” katsuki asked, absentmindedly playing with izuku’s fingers as he watched tv.

“someone named uraraka.”

katsuki tore his eyes from the television to look at izuku’s phone. “you’re not gonna answer?”

“i don’t know an uraraka.” izuku shrugged.

bakugou’s eyes furrowed, picking up the remote to lower the volume. “yeah you do. ochako uraraka? we graduated with her.”

izuku remained silent for a couple seconds, “what was she like?“

fuck. “uh…short, round cheeks, nice.”

izuku laughed, and the sound eases katsuki’s heart. “that doesn’t really help, kacchan.”

katsuki took his hand off of izuku’s, crossing his arms as he tried to think of any information on the girl. “you dated her for a while. a long time ago. you’re still friends though.”

“oh,”

“listen, i don’t know her all that well but i know you two are close.” katsuki shrugged a shoulder. “she would’ve liked to talk to you.”

izuku didn’t respond, instead he quietly got up from his spot beside katsuki and walked over to the kitchen. internally debating whether or not to answer the call and let izuku hear her, katsuki mumbled a curse word and stood up to follow him into the kitchen. he recognized that the shift in izuku’s expression meant that he was struggling to put pieces together.

“what’s your name?” katsuki urged.

izuku pursed his lips, grabbing a glass and pouring himself water. “i’m fine, kacchan, we don’t have to do this right now.”

“when’s your birthday?”

that question made izuku roll his eyes but nonetheless he answered, “june.”

katsuki barely succeeded in hiding the slight temble of his lips, “june what.”

izuku took a long sip of his water before setting the glass down, staring at the counter as he struggled to recall a date. “i don’t know.”

bakugou sighed, walking around the island to pull izuku into an embrace, who accepted it in defeat. katsuki squeezed him a bit tighter, taking a minute to appreciate izuku’s warmth. “july.”

“what?”

katsuki’s voice came out in a whisper, “your birthday’s july fifteenth.”

the two of them stood in silence, arms wrapped one another with the looming dread of the situation sitting heavy in the room. katsuki often wondered when he’d wake up from this nightmare, when it would all be over. katsuki didn’t think he was capable of facing the day izuku forgot him entirely.

“your birthday’s in april.” izuku stated softly, and it’s enough to have katsuki’s eyes welling up in tears. izuku never stated anything anymore, his words always carried traces of uncertainty, always waiting for katsuki to confirm or deny them.

“yeah, it is.” katsuki nodded, his hand reaching up to rest on the back of izuku’s head.

“you’re katsuki bakugou.” izuku was just speaking out loud now, reinstating what little he could remember. “you’re twenty-four.”

“keep going.”

“we met when we were…in kindergarten.” the confidence in izuku’s voice faltered. “you were mean to me.”

that made katsuki laugh, and he pulled away from their embrace to cradle izuku’s face in his hands. “yeah, i was real mean to you.”

“you’re crying,” izuku frowned, gentle hand reaching up to wipe katsuki’s cheek. “you don’t have to cry, i’m okay.” a lie.

katsuki closed his eyes, feeling another tear fall as he rested his forehead against izuku’s. “i love you, deku.”

“i love you too, kacchan.”

katsuki wanted to scream out into the sky. curse the world for taking izuku away from him like this. for taunting him with the crippling fear of waking up and finding that izuku’s doesn’t recognize him anymore. katsuki’s almost convinced himself that it’s a punishment. he’s finally paying for the years he spent being so negligent of others. why else was he being tormented like this? forced to watch izuku succumb to this virus, forced to watch izuku forget him, forced to watch as izuku stopped loving him. karma was the only logical explanation for the position he found himself in today, standing across from a distraught izuku midoriya in their shared bedroom, trying to remind the boy of his identity.

“hey, hey, could you stop for a second?” bakugou begs, trailing behind izuku as he leaves their bedroom in search for his clothes. “listen to me, deku.”

“that’s not my name.” izuku hisses as he snatches a pair of pants off the floor.

“please, just stop—“

“i’m sure we had a great time, but really, i need to go.” izuku apologizes as he zips up his pants, although his kindness is strained as he keeps his distance from the blond.

“you live here,” bakugou says, finally closing the distance between them to show izuku the photos on his phone. “we live here.”

on the screen was the two of them at mina’s halloween party a couple years ago, the picture capturing the moment izuku pressed a kiss on katsuki’s cheek. the blond slid his finger across the screen to reveal another picture, a selfie taken by izuku of the both of them cuddled up on their shared bed. izuku finally settles down, cautiously taking the phone from katsuki and swiping the screen. the next image was of them at the beach, izuku latched onto bakugous’s back with a big grin. the blonde can do nothing but watch in silence as the images register in izuku’s head.

after what felt like ages, izuku looked up at him with watery eyes. “i-i’m-i don’t—“

“it’s okay,” katsuki hushes, feeling his own blood pressure ease up once he wraps his arms around izuku. “just take a deep breath.”

izuku hesitantly reciprocates the hug, and katsuki feels the way his body instantly relaxes in his embrace. the dam broke then, izuku beginning to sob as he mumbles why can’t i remember anything? katsuki feels like someone is trying to pull his heart out of his chest, unable to do anything but murmur soft words as he gently rubs izuku’s back.

after a couple minutes, izuku’s cries finally soften, but katsuki still holds him in him arms. in fact, if it were up to him, he’d never let izuku go, maybe then izuku wouldn’t forget him. hands clenched around bakugou’s shirt, izuku exhales a breath before whispering, “april.”

“what about it,” katsuki pries gently, careful not to overwhelm him.

“y-your birthday’s in april.”

“that’s right.” katsuki nods, “keep going, deku. whatever you can remember.”

“you’re twenty-four.” twenty five now, but wasn’t going to tell izuku that today was his birthday.

“what about you, can you remember anything about yourself? the smallest thing.”

“my name is izuku...” he hums before abruptly pulling away from the embrace, “we talked about getting married.”

katsuki can’t hide the surprise on this face as he wipes away the tears on izuku’s cheeks. “you remember that?“

the conversation occurred earlier that year, barely a month after moving into their apartment and before the virus was brought onto society. they were chatting idly on their balcony while drinking wine — because deku is a grandma — while the hour pushed four in the morning. katsuki had never been one to stay up late, but he’d always cherish that night; no noise, no work keeping them apart, no hectic schedules, just izuku.

the topic of marriage had come up, and he easily recalled the way izuku’s cheeks had flushed. ‘we’ve only been living together for three weeks, kacchan.’ izuku had mumbled. is it so bad that i want to spend the rest of my life with you?’ kacchan had responded in a drunken haze - not that it didn’t reflect his true feelings. nonetheless they proceeded to talk about the must-haves at their wedding, bakugou butting in whenever izuku’s vision got a little bit too ambitious.

“i do remember. ” izuku smiles breathlessly, “and i think we should get married.”

“what?”

“i want to marry you, kacchan, while i’m still me.” izuku pleads as he takes katsuki’s hand in his. “while i still remember us.”

katsuki couldn’t say no even if he wanted to, he just wishes these weren’t the circumstances that they were getting married under. had this virus never occurred, he would’ve given izuku the wedding he knew he wanted, with all those stupid extras and their families gathered together. they’d take a sweet honeymoon and everything would be perfect because why wouldn’t it be, they were together.

instead, they both agreed on eloping secretly; katsuki’s parents had long succumbed to NIA while izuku had forgotten the existence of his mother entirely. their friends most likely had their own set of problems so it felt unfair to pressure them with premise of a wedding. besides, it wasn’t guaranteed that they remembered who katsuki and izuku even were. ever since izuku’s memory began to fade, katsuki hadn’t dedicated any time towards keeping up with any of them.

they found themselves in the lobby of a courthouse on the beautiful saturday morning of may second. katsuki couldn’t recall the last time izuku had looked so happy, hand squeezing his own, “i’ll be right back, yeah?”

katsuki gives him a small smile and watches as izuku goes into the bathroom. he feels the anxious churn of his stomach because holy shit he’s gonna marry izuku midoriya. the day he has long awaited is finally here, and maybe now it’ll be easier to remind izuku of the role katsuki has in his life. from now on, when izuku has his episode, katsuki can say ‘it’s me, your husband’ because that’s sure to hold more weight than boyfriend, right? from now on, izuku will have a ring on his finger to remind him that he has someone else in his life, even if katsuki isn’t right next to them. today feels like a hopeful step forward, and katsuki let’s himself get swept up in the potential of their future.

the anxiety that sat in his gut dissolves the longer katsuki stood in that lobby. he looks around the room and takes in the decorations, analyzes the occasional employee that walks by him, and his eyebrows furrow as he turns around and cautiously exits the building.

the sunlight hits katsuki’s face, making him squint out at the world around him. the grass on the buildings is dewey, the breeze is cool and slight against his cheeks, there are people walking their dogs and cars driving by. katsuki pats his body, feeling something in his pocket and shoving his hand inside to retrieve a phone. the screen lights up to reveal a wallpaper of sleeping man, drowning comfortably in sheets, his face hidden. when the phone asks for a passcode, katsuki scoffs, shoving the damned device back in his pocket.

“excuse me?”

katsuki turns around to meet the bright, green eyes of another man, and he can’t help but take a mental note of the freckles that adorned his nose and cheeks. “yeah?”

“did you by any chance see who i walked in with?” the man asks nervously. “i think i’m supposed to meet someone here but..i can’t remember.”

“no,” katsuki grunts stiffly, watching as the man’s face contorts into confusion.

“okay, well thanks.” he mutters, turning around and walking away, although it’s obvious that he doesn’t know where he’s going.

bakugou katsuki watches him leave, the remnants of something foreign in his chest that he can’t quite place.

#mha #bnha #izuku mydoria #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #sfw #quirkless au #my hero acedamia #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero au #bakudeku angst #bakudeku au