#will will ever stop talking about bakugou's injury ? no. no i will not.

[willowser]

im on my hands & knees offering u all of my life’s earnings (approx. $24.55) for u to get back on your assistant!reader bs 💓💞💕💘💖 it is my favorite and I think about them every single day

spoilers for ch. 359+

you're clocking out later and later these days, and not so subtly.

on the afternoons that he's without a patrol shift, it's kirishima that's dragging you from the office, ushering you along with the quiet reminder that your boss wouldn't be too happy about the extra time you're picking up. the stacks of paperwork that you're letting eat into your personal space. how much of it you're trying to take home.

and he's right—but the filing isn't going to do itself and with katsuki out, it's only piling up further and further. the residual ghost of his punctuality is even more haunting when he's not at the agency; throughout the day, you find yourself glancing to the darkened glass of his office, watching the grimace grow on your own reflection. the last thing you want is for your dilly-dallying to stain him and his position as an employer, and if finishing the paperwork means staying an hour after the rest of the office empties—so be it.

your boss, however, doesn't see it that way.

the minute the front door closes behind you, you know you've fucked up; it's nearly eight in the evening, and you're just now arriving at his apartment, file folders held tightly to your chest. you take a scan around his living room and only allow yourself to breathe when you don't recognize the dark shape of him on the couch, which is where he's been sleeping a lot lately. because of his arm.

"don' wanna keep you up," is what he grumbles into the fabric of your shirt, mouth squished against the top of your shoulder as he crowds you in the kitchen. he's always been an early riser, but you're not so sure he's even resting to begin with; both his eyes stay bloodshot—even the good one.

the healing is slow going and you can tell it's eating away at him: to be at home and not at work, in the quiet of his apartment as you go off to do the bits of his job that you can. it bothered him even before he was injured, to see you sweating over his reports and the schedule and their delicate nature—and now you're three hours late, meeting notes in hand.

just as you let out a slow sigh, the floors creak, a low groan coming out strained and weary and, much as it chills you to be caught, worry kindles in your belly.

"katsuki?" you wait, eyes darting around the dim living room until a sniff echoes in the silence. you move forward in a rush, tossing the papers on the couch as you hurry across the hardwood, clutching the edge of the arched hallway to spin yourself around the corner even quicker and—

you come face to face with him, grumpy, as your eyes slowly adjust in the shadowed hall. he's half asleep with his arm free from his sling, though he's still cradling it close to his bare tummy, scratching at the hair bristling the underside of his unshaven jaw.

gravelly, he asks, "the hell 'ave you been?"

"sorry," you whisper, even though he's already waking up, "i've been prepping for the meeting with morph tomorrow and—"

his left eye blinks furiously, unbandaged, and the furrow of his brow has guilt gnawing away at you. half of his face is still shiny and tender, and wearing his usual glare tugs on his baby-fresh skin; if you hadn't been so late, again, then the upset wouldn't have had a reason to sprout on his sleepy face.

"what time is it?"

you wince, and that is enough of an answer for him to sigh, shake his head as he stumbles around you to the kitchen. an agitated grunt sounds from deep in his chest, followed by a low hiss as his bare feet meet the cold tile, and you trail after him like a kicked puppy. still, he doesn't shrug away when you wrap your arms around him, laying your cheek against his back as he opens the fridge.

"'m sorry," you murmur.

after a minute he sighs and closes the door, restless, popping all the fingers on his left hand. you can feel the breath he holds in his chest, the tension that lines his body before he speaks.

"what, you don't wanna come home to me anymore?"

"what?" you pull away from him as if burned, looking at his back, his neck, at the scarred tissue of him in—horror. when he doesn't turn around, you tug on him before fitting yourself between his body and the fridge. "katsuki, no, that's not true at all."

a little frown slants his face and his good eye flicks over you before darting away.

the healing is slow going—and what's coming with it isn't all good; he's been angling away from you, slowly, over the past few weeks. not turning fully, but he won't allow you on his right side if he can help it. hiding, almost.

"no," you say again, firmer this time, "i've been trying to handle everything at the agency because i don't want you come back to a mountain of shit."

"already will," he huffs before gesturing to his arm. "y'think this is gonna go over easy?"

a sharp sting cuts deep in your heart and you have to swallow to keep tears from springing to your eyes. you hate this, hate that he's been wounded so, that it's affecting him more than he'll let on. you imagine him in the dark, alone on the couch as it eats him alive, and that image is enough to send your tears overboard.

you frown at his chest before nuzzling into him, hugging him to you until he lets that breath out, until you feel the warmth of his hand at your back.

"i'm sorry," you say again, for everything. all of it.

katsuki lets out a tch and slumps, pressing his mouth into your hair with a sigh. "quit apologizin', just—ei can handle it." when you nod, he curls even further into you, more than he ever usually does, and something melts down to honey in your chest. "thought you'd wanna stay home with me, anyway."

"i do!"

"so do it," katsuki pulls back to headbutt you lightly, grunting when you steal a quick kiss from him. "damn woman, gotta beg you to—"

"no, no," you whine, shaking your head as you hug him tighter. "i want to stay home with you! i'm gonna cook you breakfast—"

"—like hell—"

"—and lay out all your meds and you tuck into bed and help you in the shower and be a perfect little nurse—"

he kisses you to shut you up, one long press of his lips that turns to another and another, and you can't help but to laugh a little against him. with his forehead to yours, he shakes his head, rolling his eye before pulling back to tug on your blazer.

"take this shit off," he grumbles, letting it drop to the floor in a shockingly lazy action. you go to pick it up, but he loops his hand gently into yours before tugging you after him out of the kitchen.

when he passes the living room, you fail at hiding your grin. "you gonna sleep in the room?"

you've missed him in his soft, cool sheets; turning over to find his warmth right beside you, the feel of his hand somewhere on you all throughout the night, how soft he looks in the morning, how easy he is to sink into to.

you miss cozying up into his neck, dozing off there until he bites at you for drooling on him—though the last thing you wanted to be was needy, not now. you thought giving him space was good and that he'd want it, but it seems you were wrong.

maybe he wants you closer than ever. maybe he needs it.

"well, yeah," he rasps, tugging at your shirt, too, after you cross the threshold of the bedroom. "gonna tuck me in, ain't you?"

#aw — i'm so happy to know you're thinking about them ! #i want to write a new assistant!reader in a different universe #one that's more—adult maybe LOL sad and angsty #but this was actually so fun !! i missed writing these two more than i realized #so it's not much but have this ! #will will ever stop talking about bakugou's injury ? no. no i will not. #please keep your precious $24.55 and instead treat yourself to something you enjoy !! 🥺💕✨️ #i guess #[ ☆ and you take me the way i am: bakugou ] #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[kingkatsuki]

We’ve been talking about prison AUs so much in the group chat lately, but I was thinking last night like imagine a Prison AU except it’s reversed. Cause we’re always writing Villain Bakugou locked away in Tartarus.

But imagine you’re the prisoner in maximum security. And maybe Dynamight is tasked with talking to you as part as a Pro-Hero program to try and rehabilitate you, or something like that. So he’s supposed to be finding out about your crimes or what you’ve done wrong.

Or imagine if you’re the reason that someone on his team (or Dynamight himself), got hurt while he was out on the field. And as part of his own healing/therapy process he’s told that he has to go and meet you. That it could be good for him, that it’ll help.

And not to mention that it’s the final thing standing between him and being allowed to return to work out on the field. Being on desk duty for the last four months has arguably been worse for him than the injuries sustained in battle with you, and he’s itching to get back out there and regain his position as the number two. Having to spend the months since the incident watching his rank continue to dip as he settles at the bottom of the top ten has been demoralising.

But he’s still filled with so much rage and hatred for you, that while you’re the one bound and shackled against the table, he’s the one that they should be worried about.

And he hates the way he finds himself easing into you, the smooth caramel to your voice has him practically melting as he finds himself drowning in it. He shouldn’t be enjoying his visit with you, he should be lunging over the table to cause you the same pain you’ve caused him.

You look so meek and innocent on the other side of the table, that he somehow can’t believe that you’re the one that caused so much destruction.

So when he leaves after your first visit together, he thinks that’s it. That somehow it’s all he needed to do and he’s cured, that he won’t have to come back or ever see your face again. And it’s all the boxes checked to allow him to go back to work and be back out in the field.

But he can’t stop thinking about you—

And it’s different now. The thoughts he once had immediately after the incident and in the following months had been so full of rage and hatred, picturing all the ways he could cause you the same pain that you’d caused him. Make you feel how he feels after you basically ruined his life, to take something from you in return. Vengeful thoughts that plagued him every hour of every day since you first tumbled into his life. The therapy not enough to quell the hatred that boils inside him whenever he thinks of you. But now all he can think about is what you’re doing, who you were before the incident, and what led you down this path.

Even when he’s signed off and now back on patrol, exactly what he’s wanted— he’s still thinking about you. But the thoughts aren’t purely innocent.

The scent of you (or your quirk) invades his senses as he tries to push you to the deepest depths of his mind, to focus on his life and his career. But he can’t. He’s damn near disgusted when he wraps a fist around his thick cock, stroking himself in the agency showers as water cascades around his broad shoulders. Leaning his forehead against his forearm as he watches the creamy droplets of his spend disappear down the drain as he pictured leaving the same stains against your skin.

And no one is more surprised than you are when you see a name appear on your visitation list, when not even your friends or family have come to visit you since you’d committed your crimes. No one had been on your side of the court during your trial, for your sentencing.

But the name is there in bold, black lettering.

Bakugou Katsuki.

#and yes I was 100% thinking about metal arm Bakugou #200% #but also thinking about Kiri or someone getting hurt and him thinking it’s his fault is cute too #Bakugou x reader

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - Let me take care of you.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki freaks out and realizes how much he cares about his girlfriend. Someone blurts out the “L” word.

Warnings: Swear words, suggestive, mentions of being “in the mood”.

First Chapter Master List

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“Jesus fucking christ, Y/N.” Katsuki kneels in front of you in a matter of milliseconds. “Baby, talk to me, are you with me?” He strokes your cheek, trying to make you look at him, which you do right away. On any other day you would be so happy hearing Katsuki call you by a pet name, but today is not a normal day. Also, you would probably be freaked out much more if this numb feeling wouldn’t be so familiar to you; you’ve been in this condition for a really long time and to be absolutely honest, this is nothing compared to the first few days after your injury, which is definitely a good sign.

“My mind is okay. I’m here, love.” You connect your foreheads together with a loud thud. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it this hard.” You sigh, but Katsuki ignores you completely; his breathing is uneven and his hand on your cheeks is shaking violently. Fuck, this needs to be so fucking scary for an outsider… “I’m okay. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t fucking care, just tell me what to do.”

You’ve never heard Katsuki speak so softly before; his voice wavers by the end of the sentence and he’s clearly worried about the whole situation. “And if you say you want me to take you home the answer is no.”

The shivering finally stops and while your movement is still terribly slow, you can finally manage to breathe properly.

“You still up for that movie? I’m not tired yet.” You smile at the blonde.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Katsuki asks and by the judging look in his eyes, he already knows the answer. “Thought so. Don’t move!” Katsuki threatens with his finger in the air and you can’t help but laugh.

“I can’t even if I want to.”

Katsuki clearly doesn’t appreciate your joke but makes his way to the kitchen anyway; in a few minutes, he comes back with a bunch of finger food; French fries, crispy vegetable chips , hash browns and fried mozzarella sticks. There’s also a massive selection of dips; from mild ketchup to hot sauce, there is everything.

“Call me a fucking psychic, because I wanted us to have proper dinner but then I decided to make this instead.”

“I can’t believe you made such an unhealthy food just for me. I must be really loved in this household.” You giggle as you try to take a piece, but it falls down into your lap just as you were about to take a bite. Katsuki, the fucking traitor, laughs.

“Jesus, can you not wait? Also, I have an air fryer.” Katsuki looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Of course you do, Katsuki. Silly me.” You roll your eyes with a fond smile on your face.

“You judging me?” He yells offendedly and you have a really strong urge to tell him how much you love his random tantrums but from all the opportunities you had to tell him that, this is probably the worst one to take. “Let’s eat while we watch a movie then I need to make a few phone calls.” He plops down on the sofa next to you, putting the tray onto his lap while he chooses a random movie on Netflix. Katsuki dips the first mozzarella stick into the mildest dip, even though he’s more than aware that you are a big lover of hot sauces and moves towards you in a silent offer. You bite the half of it and he pops the rest into his own mouth and it’s the most domestic thing you’ve ever seen; it also doesn’t feel like you are being fed because you are weak but more like you are being fed in a romantic way during a movie date which you definitely appreciate. When the movie is done and the food is gone, Katsuki gives you a small kiss on your forehead and takes his phone into his hands; your head is resting on his shoulder while he fumbles through his surprisingly short contact list and clicks “call.”

~•💥•~

“Oi, nerd! I need you to help out Kirishima with agency shit this week.” Katsuki grumbles into his phone, annoyed.

Okay, he is a little bit freaked out; seeing his girlfriend in such a terrible state wasn’t on his relationship bucket list. Funnily enough, he doesn’t feel annoyance towards the whole situation; the old Katsuki would have told her to fuck off because he doesn’t need this kind of shit in his life but seeing his partner in such a vulnerable state really made him want to take care of her as much as he can; most people would not trust Katsuki enough to come over to him when shit like that can happen to them, but Y/N knows Katsuki wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to take a piss out of her and that means a lot to his grumpy little ass.

“Oh? Kacchan, are you hurt? Is everything okay?” The nerd mumbles and honestly… Katsuki still thinks Deku is the most annoying creature in the whole world and he has a pet pigeon on his balcony.

“The Menace decided to die on my couch and it can take a whole week for her to come back to life so I’m gonna take care of her and shit.”

“What do you mean by that? Is she hurt? Why is she in your flat? Kacchan?!”

One day, Katsuki will torture this fuck to death and he will enjoy every single moment of it. Today is not that day though.

“Medical issues, her doctor knows, it’s all safe, shut the fuck up. She’s on my fucking couch because she’s my fucking girlfriend and we were supposed to have a movie night. Are we done with the interrogation?!” Katsuki yells but Deku doesn’t sound scared at all.

“Oh my god, Kacchan, I’m so happy you guys sorted it out already! Shou actually smiled! We need to go on a double date!!” Midoriya yells excitedly. Double date?!

“Are you finally fucking the half and half bastard?”

“It’s the other way around, mostly.” Shouto adds helpfully and Katsuki doesn’t need to see Deku’s face to know he’s about to combust from embarrassment. Brownie points to Shouto for that.

“Oh my god, Shou, read the room!” Deku whines.

“But he asked…”

“No!!!”

Katsuki can’t help but laugh.

“Well, thank you for the information and thanks for the help and shit, bye.” Katsuki ends the call right away to send another message to Kirishima to come over before he looks at the Menace.

The Menace is sprawled out on Katsuki’s sofa, clearly comfortable despite her condition and for some weird ass reason that sight makes him really soft. Feelings are fucking weird. Honestly, what the fuck.

“Deku and half and half are fucking. Shouto is on top.” Katsuki grumbles to his girlfriend who starts laughing like a maniac, which is extremely funny to watch because she can’t move her hands quick enough so she looks like a fish flapping on the ground in a slow motion. Fuck, she’s fucking precious.

One more call to go. Katsuki isn’t too happy about this one, but it’s this or his mother. He’s really not in the mood for his mother right now, and knowing her she would move in for the rest of the week to take care of “her family” and Katsuki kinda want to have the Menace for himself.

“Raccoon eyes.” Katsuki grumbles into the phone. “I hate this, but I need your help.”

“Oh my god, I’m all ears, honeybun!”

“Call me honeybun ever again and I’ll blow you back to your mother’s vagina.” Katsuki retorts angrily and that was apparently really funny because Y/N and Mina both started to laugh. “I need you to get me a week worth of basic necessities for my woman. She has a medical issue and can’t leave and I have no idea about girly shit. We need underwear, socks and I dunno, skincare products? Whatever, just get me whatever, I’ll pay.”

“You don’t need to pay for it. I can give you my keys to get my own…” Y/N jumps into the conversation.

“I ain’t gonna go through your underwear.” Katsuki grumbles and Y/N rolls her pretty fucking eyes.

“You literally touched my underwear a few days ago…”

“Oi, shut up!” Katsuki yells with a red face. Mina giggles.

“TMI, babe. Okay, I’ll be there around 9ish with all the stuff I can get. Most of the stores are closed by now but don’t worry, I have some great connections! BRB, bye!” The call cuts off and Katsuki sighs.

“Do you need to go to the toilet or something? You need to fucking talk to me. Don’t go all shy on me now.”

“I just really want to kiss you right now, Katsuki.” The Menace smiles and Katsuki’s heart leaps in his chest.

Fuck, when did he become such a sap?! When?!

“Are you sure you are capable of that in your condition?” Katsuki teases and honestly, it was worth it for the angry pout on her girlfriend’s face. “Okay, one kiss. That’s it.”

Well… He says that, but it’s not going to one kiss, let’s be honest. It’s never one kiss with this bloody woman.

Katsuki jumps on top of Y/N, making sure he’s not putting his full weight on her by accident and puts his lips on hers; she might not be able to touch Katsuki in her current condition but she makes sure her feelings are loud and clear as she deepens the kiss almost right away, her arms helplessly flapping next to her. Katsuki takes her hand and puts it in his hair; he uses his own fingers to help her grab into it, and fuck if it wasn’t worth it for the tiny whimper that comes out of her mouth. Katsuki can feel how content and happy the Menace is and the feeling is so foreign for him he’s not sure what to do with it; it’s so extremely hard for him to understand how can the Menace be so happy in his arms, he’s definitely not worth it, yet she makes him feel like he’s the best thing in the world and Katsuki starts to believe that maybe, he actually is the best thing in the world for Y/N. He really wants to blurt out a sneaky “I love you” but this is probably a terrible time to do that; what if she doesn’t feel the same and the whole week will be awkward after? What if Katsuki looses his shit when he gets rejected? So Katsuki decides to speak his truth with his tongue instead, he puts all his feelings into the action and Y/N can’t help the small whimpers coming out of her mouth, the noise constant as Katsuki keeps massaging her tongue with his own. He’s so motherfucking happy right now it’s actually ridiculous. He can’t get enough of all these noises and the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his hair and he hates how much he misses her aggressive hair grab right now, how much he wants to go back in time and let Y/N touch him however she wants, he wants to be touched so much it actually pains him…

“Hey, why are you angry?” Y/N speaks up between two heated kisses.

“Am I?” Katsuki asks, utterly confused. He genuinely didn’t realize he’s being… aggressive? Is he? Oh my god, he went too far, isn’t he?!

“You are overthinking.” Y/N smiles and Katsuki feels like weight has been lifted off his chest. “You weren’t aggressive per se, just… your movements were a bit… on edge. It’s more like a feeling than something you’ve actually done, if that makes any sense.” She says and Katsuki falls in love all over again.

“You know me better than I know myself, what the fuck.” Katsuki goes back for a light kiss. “I was getting frustrated because you can’t touch me. I think.” He admits with a slight blush on his face, which he tries to hide by snuggling into his girlfriend’s neck.

“I know what you mean, I feel the same.” Y/N sighs. “Maybe we should just stick with the cuddles for now. My body is numb and I hate how I can’t feel you properly.” Y/N smiles sadly. “I miss you, even though you are right here. And I can’t do anything about it. Katsuki I…” Y/N whimpers and Katsuki finally looses his shit.

“I love you.” He jumps into Y/N’s sentence.

Well… shit.

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“I love you.” Katsuki says with a straight face while staring right into your eyes.

There is a lot of things going on in your body right now; you feel like you are falling again, but for a completely different reason, your heart definitely just beat out of rhythm and you swear you got dizzy for a second. You never thought Katsuki’s going to be first one to say this and fuck how much you hate being disabled right now.

“Fuck’s sake Katsuki I hate this stupid fucking sickness right now.” You yell, completely frustrated. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so fucking long, Goddammit! And now I can’t even straddle you and kiss you senseless. I had it all planned out in my head!” Katsuki looks at you with massive eyes, his mouth twitching from trying to not smile. “Don’t you fucking dare laughing at me!” You threaten, but it sounds weak and whiny.

“I know you said no kissing but I’ll fucking kiss you right now, even if you hate it.” Katsuki murmurs in a deep voice and oh you wish to be able to feel anything right now because you are quite sure that sentence went right between your legs.

“For the love of god, please.” You whine and thankfully, Katsuki doesn’t wait around for long to kiss you deeply, again.

Katsuki’s kisses are something else, even in this condition. It’s scorching hot and so full of emotions, especially now, and somehow, probably out of pure rage, you somehow manage to move your arms enough to touch his side under his shirt, and the sound he made at the contact was worth your hard work; he made a low grumble at the sudden touch, the sound almost animalistic, and just as your hand is about to plop back down, he catches it and puts it back on his abs, letting you map out his six pack with the help of his own hands, tiny whimpers leaving his mouth as you try your best to feel around.

“I love you too, by the way.” You mumble between two heated kisses and Katsuki answers with a tiny bite on your lower lip and you can’t help the loud moan escaping your mouth.

It is just your luck that someone chooses this moment to barge in through the main door.

“Hello…ooo…?!” The girls voice changes from relatively loud to a high pitched whine as she takes in the view in front of her. Katsuki jumps off you and ends up on the floor with a loud thud. You can’t help but laugh. “Bakubro, you can’t keep your hands to yourself, can ya’?” Mina teases and it doesn’t take Katsuki long to make his first explosion towards the pink girl.

“Learn to knock, you fucking cavewoman.” Katsuki yells, his face almost literally on fire.

“Well, sorry man, you said your girlie has a medical issue so the thought of you two fornicating on the sofa didn’t even cross my mind. She looks fine to me, though.” Pinky adds quietly, her face confused.

“I can’t move my arms and legs properly. I’m numb all over. It’s the after effect of me stopping my medication. It’s a long story.” You mumble awkwardly.

“And you let this madman devour you in this condition? Sweetie, have some respect for yourself!” Mina coos, but there is a cheeky smile on her face.

“I know he will stop if I tell him to. He’s not an idiot.”

“Thank you!” Katsuki yells, still sitting on the floor, probably trying his best to hide the tent in his pants.

“Bro, you are a lucky fuck, ain’t ya’.” Pinky sighs. “I’m Ashido Mina by the way, nice to meet you. Good job taming the beast of our friend group, all my respects to you, girlie.“ Mina barely dodges Katsuki’s sparking hands. “Calm down, Lover Boy, I’m doing you a favor, don’t I?” Mina takes her massive backpack in her hands and opens it up.

“Are we ready for my girlie-haul?” Mina grins cheekily and you swear you can see Katsuki completely paling as he looks into the backpack.

Well, this will be fun.

…Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Important information for the future, please read this! I probably won’t be able to keep up with the weekly posting for a while. If you don’t wanna miss the next chapter just ask me to put you on the taglist! Thank you! 🩷

- I am absolutely in love with this new side of Katsuki, like bro, he’s a fucking treasure, what the heck?!

- Btw the new My Hero Academia manga is out! Look how pretty it is! I keep up with the manga weekly so there is nothing new for me in it, but I bought it anyway haha

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! Thank you 💥

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

This reminded me of a conversation I had with my friends once.

Bakugou is sick of you

Genre: fluff

Content: First I love yous but it’s fucking stupid lol

Katsuki was in the middle of his workout as usual, flexible limbs splayed methodically in the UA gym as he stretched for his cardio exercises. It was the middle of November, and as such he wanted to improve how quickly he could use his quirk in the cold.

Sweat was dripping down his porcelain face and he let out the occasional pant when he completed another round of sets before the shrill ding of his phone alerted him of a text. He was going to ignore it, fluffing out the sweaty strands of dandelion fluff that was stuck to his forehead until another ding sounded off.

Katsuki grunted in annoyance before his features softened at your dumb little nickname he definitely didn’t remember writing on his phone. (He wasn’t going to change it though).

My1AndOnly<3:

KATSUKI!!

KATSUKI COME QUICK!!

IM IN MY DORM, COME NOW!!

Katsuki physically felt his heart leap out of his ass as he towelled his face and ran for your dorm room. Sweat was flying off him as he ran like never before, even considering using his quirk. He sped past the many confused faces of his classmates as he bounded up the stairs to your familiar room.

He swung the door open violently, vermillion eyes trained to find you. Only to meet your confused eyes as you kicked your feet on your bed.

“Hi baby, are you ok- HEY!” You squeaked as Katsuki grabbed your face and forced you to stand up, twisting you every which way to look for an injury.

“Are you hurt?? Was there a villain?? Talk to me!!” He would not let you speak at all since your cheeks were uncomfortably smooshed in his grip.

“Babe, I’m fine. I just have something important to tell you,” you pried Katsuki off of you and stared at him intently. He was relieved that you were not hurt or dying but his heart was still pounding in his chest at your proclamation. He tentatively sat on your bed as you placed your hands on his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Katsuki. You have breeding hips”.

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…..

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?”

Katsuki screamed at you as his face turned bright red.

You nodded in earnest, loud guffaws erupting from you at your boyfriend’s face.

“It’s true Katsuki! You have the breeding hips that my ancestors would kill for! You would bare excellent children!” You couldn’t stop your laughter, peals of tears running down your face as Katsuki grabbed you and shook you back and forth.

“YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, YOU CUT MY WORKOUT SHORT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO INSULT ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT YOU FUCKING DICK!” Katsuki roared in anger and embarrassment, face flushed bright red.

“BUT BABY, THAT’S A GOOD THING! YOU’RE LIKE ONE OF THOSE WOMEN SIR MIC-A-LOT RAPS ABOUT IN ‘BABY GOT BACK’! YOU’RE SO FEMININE!” Your lungs felt like they were on fire due to your laughing fit as Katsuki tried not to fucking explode you to shit.

“YOU’RE LUCKY I FUCKING LOVE YOU OR ELSE YOU’D BE DEAD!”

That made you pause in your tracks. Katsuki visibly stills as you try to maintain eye contact.

“Katsuki. Did you just-” you started before Katsuki interrupted you.

“NO! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!”

“YES YOU FUCKING DID! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!” You squealed back as you dove in his arms.

“ARGH, SO WHAT IF I DID? ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS IF YOU SAY IT BACK!” He fumed silently as you snuggled in closer to him. Of course the first ‘I love you’ would be over something fucking stupid.

“…do you feel the same? About me, I mean.” He mumbled, looking away. You pulled his face gently towards yours as you cupped his cheek and landed soft kisses on his softer skin.

“Of course I do you big dummy. I wouldn’t tell just anyone that they have the most curvalicious hips to ever grace my eyes,” you laughed into his cheek.

“Well then say it! Make it official so I’m not the only one sat here like a sap!” He mumbled angrily into your hair.

“Katsuki Bakugou, I love you, your sweaty gym clothes that are stinking up my dorm room, the sticky hair that is tickling my face and I also love your snatched waist,” you kissed him deeply before he could grumble about your last few words. It was a comfortable silence as you sat in Katsuki’s lap with your face buried into his neck.

“You’re free to use my shower if you want to baby,” you peeped from his neck. Katsuki let out a puff as he stared back down at you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to go get my shit from the gym though since SOMEONE thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me,” he grumbled at you as you shifted himself out of his lap. You rolled your eyes at him when he started to leave, but not before irritating him with a quick:

“Little in the middle but she got much back”.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #he secretly cares #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki

[hopelessdelusional]

Literally got a dream after i read this prompt, went insane, and then basically wrote a whole book

so it’s safe to say im obsessed

word count: 4K

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Bakugou Katsuki is a hero.

He is a Pro Hero, number 2 to be in fact (damn Deku). He has made a living fighting battles and saving lives, jumping off roofs and flying in the sky. He is a real life super hero, putting his life in danger. Every morning he wakes up has to prepare himself for the things he may see that day. The blood he might shed, and the people he may not be able to save. He has learned to be fearless, never finding himself nervous when jumping into the fight.

And yet, he’s never felt more terrified right now.

He met you three years ago, after quite literally crashing right into the very studio you record your music. He was battling a woman who had the ability to make and control giant vines, and apparently are explosive-proof. Todoroki almost hit him with a blast of his shitty ice, making him turn to his so called “partner” and cuss him out. However, that gave the villain the chance to grab him, and send him flying.

Bakugou soon found himself miles away from the fight, as he had to use his quirk in order not to fall to his death. But as many know, his quirk is sporadic.

That is how he crash landed into your studio.

It hurt like hell sure, but when he opened his eyes and saw you standing over him with nothing but concern in your eyes, he instantly forgot the many injuries he gained. You were breathtaking, and not like anyone he had ever interacted with. You immediately made the terrified people in the studio help him up and you found the nearest first aid kit and fixed him up as best as you could before an ambulance came.

He was dazed, but you were so kind and made small talk. Bakugou had always been one to hate any type of small talk, but he loved every word that left your mouth. You were newly moved to Japan, some sort of opportunity came to you that you couldn’t turn down (Bakugou was severely concussed so a lot of what you said was a blur).

Bakugou does remember Mina and Kaminari mentioning you, playing your music whenever he came to either of their houses. You had such a unique voice, a bit raspy that caught the attention of millions of people. Surprisingly, also caught the attention to Bakugou, as he would play it during the rare nights when he’d be cooking alone in his kitchen. Your story telling was incredible, your lyrics were anything but bland. Making music about the bad and good exes you’ve had, your friends and family, your past, and even wrote songs about random characters your beautiful mind came up with. You always made sure to use all sorts of instruments, and the notes that you compacted into your songs never ceased to amaze Bakugou’s standards.

Now he was here, sitting on a table asking you all sorts of questions about you. Maybe it was the concussion, or maybe it was just your personality but Bakugou began to get addicted to you, never wanting you to stop talking.

“Here.”

You turned away from him, your hand leaving his knee instantly making him already miss the warmth of you as you shuffled through your bag.

He watched you with curiosity (and took the chance to shamelessly check out your ass) before you turned around with a newfound grin on your face. You were holding a pen, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding the excitement of this pen in your perfect hand. You walked back over to him, your perfume becoming addicting to him, and you gently grabbed his hand. You were making intense eye contact with him, and Bakugou suddenly felt…nervous? You smiled at the blush that rose on the hero’s face, before you clicked the pen and began to write something on his wrist.

Bakugou watched, feeling somewhat like a child, and once you finished and allowed him to look. He was pleasantly surprised to see your number on his arm.

His head instantly shot up, almost not believing this was happening.

“If I text this and it’s a scam, I’m gonna hunt you down.”

His gruff voice didn’t match the face he was making at you, and you threw your head back and laughed.

Once you caught your breath, you smiled at him, making him blush even more (he didn’t even know that was possible!).

“As fun as that would be, I promise that is in fact my home number. I would never trick my favorite pro hero like that.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw two paramedics walking through the door, ready to help him out of there. However, he chose to ignore them and smirk at you instead.

“Favorite eh?”

You giggled, still holding his hand.

“Don’t get too cocky mister, or else I’ll write a mean song about you.”

His grin widened, using his other hand to lead your hand to his lips. He gently kissed it, hating how chapped his lips were, but the blush that quickly appeared on your cute cheeks made it worth it.

“I’d rather the song have another meaning.”

The two of you held eye contact, and he soaked up every second of it not ever wanting to forget what color you eyes were.

You smiled at him before you turned to the paramedics that began to replace your presence. They helped him up, and walked him over to the bed that was rolled in by another paramedic. Once he was comfortable (as comfortable as someone with many broken ribs and a concussion could be) he looked back up at you. Bakugou was annoyed to see one of the paramedics talking nervously to you, asking for an autograph. However, the jealously slowly turned into admiration as he watched you beam at the man as you excitedly signed the crinkled piece of paper he had in his pocket.

“My daughter just adores your music, she started learning guitar because of you actually! It’s truly incredible watching her play, just makes me so proud of her.”

Your lip was pouted, as you stood listening to his words. You looked so genuine, so happy that he was telling you this. Bakugou could tell this means the world to you, watching you enthusiastically hugged him. The two of you quickly made your goodbyes, and you immediately turned to look his way. Bakugou would have been embarrassed that he was caught looking at you if you hadn’t beamed at him like that. You jogged over to him, making him chuckle how eager you were to be back in his presence. Bakugou instantly grabbed your empty hand again, not a single ounce of shame for how “down bad” he was acting.

“Talk to you later?”

Your voice couldn’t have been any louder than a whisper, making sure he knew these were words only for him to hear. Bakugou grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Of course.”

Instead of one of your flashing smiles, your whole face softened and a small smile appeared on your face.

“In the meantime then, I’ll definitely be writing a song.”

That’s when Bakugou realized there was no coming back from you. He was officially obsessed, never wanting anything more than your hand in his.

Unfortunately for him, the two of you were rudely interrupted by the dumbass that got him here in the first place (not that Bakugou is complaining). Todoroki loudly coughed, making you jump and him scowl.

“I see you’re in good-“ his heterochromia eyes looked down at Bakugou and your interlocked hands, and then looked back up at Bakugou with a smirk.

“Good hands?”

Yeah, Bakugou definitely got teased for the rest of the day, and soon the rest of the week by all the people half-and-half told. But honestly? Bakugou couldn’t give two shits when had you texting him all day.

Besides, they were just jealous.

Kaminari and Mina especially lost their shit, begging for him to tell them all about you, even asking for your number. Obviously, Bakugou kindly told them to stop asking (he told them to fuck off and mind their fucking business) and soon enough the two of you began dating.

It was so easy being with someone like you. The two of you worked so well together, and you already understood the pressure of paparazzi constantly swarming you like hawks. Crazily enough, the reveal of you guys dating didn’t release until after your one year. Of course there were plenty of news articles and random fans on the internet who speculated it, but you interacted with enough people for your fans to also say you were dating them as well. Besides, the idea of you, an international singer/songwriter dating the number two hero in the world was not something that people could believe easily. But it was the truth, and people everywhere went crazy when you posted a picture of the two of you.

It was the picture of Bakugou picking you up by the waist in his kitchen. You were wearing his shirt and some random sweats because you had just gotten home from a concert the night before. Ochako was the one able to capture this beautiful moment of the couple. You had been teasing him for being able to cook but not bake, and he had enough of your jokes and simply picked you right off your feet. In the picture the both of you were smiling widely, especially Bakugou. When you posted the picture, fans analyzed the picture like crazy.

Bakugou knew he wasn’t the most well liked Pro-Hero, but the amount of people who tried to make a video showing the picture and claiming it was “obvious” that he was abusing you was a little annoying. You always reassured the blond when you caught him watching those videos, turning off his phone and climbing in his lap. His hands happily making his way on your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair while the other hand held his face gently. His eyes would close and you would whisper sweet nothings in his ear, praising him for anything and everything, sometimes even singing the songs you wrote for him.

Bakugou still remembers when the two of you were almost a year into the relationship (ten months and 6 days to be exact) and in the mist of him casually scrolling on TikTok a video of you performing at your concert popped up. He was certainly surprised to see videos already posted, since the concert had quite literally just ended. Obviously he watched the video, adoring how you talked to your fans.

“Now children, calm down so I can talk. I am not gonna talk over your borderline screaming, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be able to sing after this if I talk like that.”

Bakugou snickered. He always loved when you were sassy and continued to watch.

“So whilst on tour, I’ve had a song stuck in my head,” the crowd went wild, probably thinking you were going to play one of your songs called “stuck in my head.” Your face lit up in realization, and you laughed at the mistake you made.

“Oh my poor babies, I’m so sorry but I am not playing that song.”

You gave your crowd an apologetic smile as they booed you. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, upset as to why you were being booed, but continued to watch nonetheless.

“Oh my gosh get over yourself,” you rolled your eye waiting for the crowd to settle down before starting up again.

“I had like, this chorus just repeating itself over and over again. It was so annoying y’all! I felt like I was going crazy! And what made it even more annoying is that I couldn’t go to my safe place and sit down and write it cus-“

You gestured to your surroundings.

“-I’m on tour.”

The crowd went wild for longer than Bakugou liked, but you let them get it out, shaking your head like you were disappointed but the smile gave you away.

“Instead I had to settle with my oh so very empty tour bus bed, and write the song there. It was literally like, what? 3AM? And I was sitting on that bed with my guitar, notebook, and my laptop. I’m so glad I wasn’t sharing or like in a hotel because I was up until 5…”

You bent over to laugh, and the audience as well. Meanwhile, your now very grumpy boyfriend was about to close the app and text you not to do shit like that. You put on full fledge concerts for crying out loud! You should not be staying up that late just to write a goddamn song.

“And that was last night.”

The concert booed as Bakugou’s patience started to thin. What the hell were you thinking? You even texted him goodnight at like 2! Rest is very important and you need to-

“But I’m glad that I did, because I think this is my new favorite song. And I just can’t wait anymore, so is it okay if I play it for you guys?”

The crowd literally went feral. The person recording was screaming along with every goddamn person at that place. Bakugou was now fully sitting up in his bed, eager to listen to this song. He was a little hurt, he will admit. You always send him a video of the many songs that you write sporadically on this tour, and you’ve written a lot. So why didn’t you do the same thing here? What was so different about this song that he couldn’t be the first to hear it like usual?

“That sounds like a yes,” you reached for one of the many necklaces you were wearing and pulled out a very thin necklace with a familiar pendant. Bakugou immediately recognized it, as it was the one he got for you on your six month anniversary. It was one of the petals of a rose that you saved from your first date. He had it dried and put into a charm of a necklace when he noticed you getting upset that you couldn’t keep the flowers he got you. When he gave it to you, tears were falling down your face as he kissed you. That’s when he swore to himself that if he met any of your exes he wouldn’t leave without giving them a brand new scar.

You pulled it out and kissed it gently, before whispering into it.

“This is for you baby.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, the crowd losing their minds and you started playing guitar. The two of you would make the smallest hints that you were in a relationship, but never as bold as this. Not that he was complaining.

Secretly he had been wanting to let the public know that you were dating, he wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He was honestly sick of seeing people “ship” him with extras and he especially hated when the same happened to you.

He’s good for my heart but he’s bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I’ve gone crazy

But they don’t know me like my baby~

Bakugou remembers that moment like it was yesterday. His face instantly blossomed a bright blush, and his lips formed a soft smile. The crowd finally settled down after the beginning and he was able to listen to the song, closing his eyes pretending like he was there in the audience. He put the phone up to his ear and laid back down, soaking up every word and every note.

He’s good

It’s bad

The best I’ve ever had

And he’s so nice

It’s sad

He ruined all my plans

And he just makes me so crazy

I know everyone sees

He’ll be the death of me

That’s how he got here, standing in a special area in your sold out venue wearing your newest merch.

And Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.


This was the first time he had come to see your concert, because last time you toured it was when your relationship was a secret. Now, he sat nervously in his chair, his colleagues on either side of him. You had given all of them tickets, making sure they had the best seats in the house but also allowed them to not be disturbed by fans.

Bakugou was bouncing his leg, picking at his fingernails as he watched the crowd. It seemed that nobody knew they were there, everyone waiting in anticipation of your show. Your music was so diverse, everyone knew that it would contain all sorts of emotions and energies. You were the type of performer who liked to be as close to the audience as possible, you loved adding commentary to your songs during the pauses, making faces, and dancing around. You loved to have fun, and let loose. When you got the green light to plan the tour, you were practically bouncing off the walls of your now shared home. You spent three months planning it, which was a new record for you, before announcing. However, there was just one thing that Bakugou didn’t like about the tour.

He knew absolutely nothing about it. In fact, you made sure of it. Hiding your notebook, changing your laptop’s password, making sure your manager didn’t tell him shit about it. That’s why he was terrified. His partner, his very famous singer/songwriter of a soulmate was about to do the very first night of the tour in Japan and Bakugou didn’t know a thing.

That’s why Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.

Soon enough, the lights began to dim, and people started to stand up. A hush fell over the crowd as the venue blacked out, and the wrist bands on everyone’s wrists lit up.

“Holy shit it’s happening.” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou, grin spreading across his face.

Ochako, Kaminari, and Mina happily took the evening off to see you, while the rest of your invites weren’t able to. Kirishima made Bakugou promise at least one photo of the two of them after the show.

A soft hum came out of the speakers, and suddenly a spotlight appeared to reveal you standing at the very far back of the stage. The crowd went insane, and you walked down the stage.

When it came to your outfits, you always had to keep it comfortable. You loved to jump around dancing, sometimes fall to your knees dramatically. You especially loved to squat. Jumping around in that position and when you stood up you always made sure to flaunt the ass that you worked very hard on in the gym.

You came out strutting down the stage in very baggy and flowy black pants and a very cropped black long sleeve sweater that allowed you to show off the lace bra that went down to your belly button. But that wasn’t where it stopped, nor was it the best part of your outfit. To Bakugou’s surprise you were wearing boots with an obnoxiously thick heel, that were very obviously Dynamite themed.

Bakugou smirked at the sight, taking in the rest of the little details of your outfit. You wore a giant ring on your index finger that was also Dynamite inspired, as a fan gave it to you, and Bakugou could see his initials sewn into the bottom of your sweater.

You stopped at the end of the runway, pulling the microphone away from your face in a dramatic motion. You slowly looked around, taking in your crowd. A smile spread across your face, and when your gaze looked straight forward to look for Bakugou, he made sure to make little sparks from his hands to let you know he was right here. You pointed at him with the finger that had the Dynamite ring on it, and Bakugou honestly felt like it was just you and him in the stadium. You mouthed an ‘I love you’ at him, and Bakugou was now ignoring the new roar from the audience.

“You guys should get married already.” Mina whispered in Bakugou’s ear, and instead of blowing her face up, he just smiled, still looking in your direction.

“I plan on it.”

The first song you sang was one of your oldest ones, which also happened to be a much slower and sadder song. Instead of listening to the grim lyrics (not because they were bad, just because Bakugou hated to remember how bad some of your relationships were and didn’t want to get angry) the hero closed his eyes and listened to your voice. He wanted to take in his environment and all the notes you sang. The song started to drift off midway, which confused Bakugou. His eyes suddenly snapped open when he heard your newest song, which was much more upbeat. He watched you jump in the air and sing the song with much more passion than the original version. The crowd recovered quickly from the switch up and was singing along happily.

You sang a couple more of your newer and upbeat songs, making sure to add new notes to them and even belt a couple of notes to get the crowd excited. You were having so much fun, and Bakugou had never seen you look more alive. This is where you belonged, and he wanted to be right here every time watching.

There was a pause for you to sit down at the edge of the runway. You sat criss-cross, and much closer to the audience for Bakugou’s liking. He always got nervous when you reached out for a fan’s hand, scared that they would do something that could hurt you.

Thankfully, that hadn’t ever happened, and you sat very cutely waiting for the audience to quiet down so you could speak.

“Wow. We’re halfway through already? Well, I think we all know what that means…”

You cocked your head to the side, and a soft piano started to play a familiar rhythm.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, get out your tissues. It is now time to remember why you are no longer dating your ex, and for you to be reminded that your trauma isn’t just a thing that makes you funny.”

The crowd screamed, but almost immediately stopped when you began to sing in a much softer and lower register than before. As depressing as these songs may be, Bakugou firmly believes that these types of songs bring out the best in your voice. It allows you to challenge your breath control, and truly sing with so much passion and emotion.

A couple of songs pass, and Bakugou finds you when the stage gets lit up again. You’re in the middle of the runway, standing with your head down waiting for the band to begin. As soon as the piano starts, the crowd screams and yells. This is one of your all-time most popular songs, it was the one that caught a lot of people’s attention and boosted your popularity. Funnily enough, you actually hated this song because you wrote it in high school, so Bakugou was surprised to see you preform it.

“Is this Sick of Losing Soulmates?” Ochako yelled, because of the screaming of your audience.

Bakugou turned to her and confirmed her suspicions, making Mina and Kaminari start screaming along with the audience (as they were doing the entire time).

Bakugou watched as you began to sing, and noticed how you really got into it. You added a lot more dramatic pauses before certain lines, and even speaking some of the lyrics, making it feel more like anger than sadness.

Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates

Won’t be alone again

I can finally see you’re as fucked up as me

So how do we begin?

At one point, you laid down on your back, reaching for the sky as you sang your heart out, and Bakugou noticed you choking up a bit at certain lyrics.

We will grow old as friends

I've promised that before, so what's one more in our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end?

Time and hearts will wear us thin

So which path will you take, 'cause we both know a break does exactly what it says on the tin

The song soon ends, and your last pose has you on your knees, head looking down at the floor. The stadium goes pitch dark, including the wrist bands, before they light up again along with your stage. Bakugou sees you wipe a tear off your cheek, and you sit there once more taking in your fans that take the chance to start chanting your name. You put your lips together, closing your eyes and putting your hands on your heart. Your eyebrows are furrowed and Bakugou can tell you’re still crying. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to go to you and hold you, wiping away your tears and replacing them with tender kisses.

You open your eyes, putting the mic back to your mouth and the audience quiets down in order to let you speak.

“Oh boy, I am so overwhelmed by emotions. I mean that was the song that started it all right?”

The crowd was still practically silent, as you’ve trained them well. You get off your knees and get into a more comfortable sitting position (criss-cross of course) and continue.

“I used to absolutely loath that song, because I wrote that when I was at my lowest. I was so sick and tired of love, having to try again over and over again. Every relationship that ended seem to break a piece of me off, and I was honestly starting to give up.”

You let out a broken chuckle, putting your free hand over your eyes momentarily before starting again.

“But then I met Katsuki, in which he literally crashed into my life.”

The crowd stayed silent, but Bakugou could tell they wanted to start screaming. You were not looking at him, and to his surprise Bakugou felt a tear run down his cheek.

“Three years of paradise. I’ve always had a fear of losing you, but it especially hits when I sing songs like that.”

There was a pause, and suddenly Bakugou felt like he was back in that studio where he met you. Staring at you and falling in love all over again.

“I love you baby, forever and always.”

Bakugou smiled, and all that fear that was with him before left. You were his and he was yours, and that’s all that he needed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and you knew.

Bakugou Katsuki was no longer terrified.

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none of the songs quoted are not mine!!! the first one is “Bad for Business” by Sabrina Carpenter, and the second one is “Sick of Losing Soulmates” by dodie

i hope you enjoyed bc boy oh boy i did

literally took me 4 hours to write but i couldn’t pull myself away from the keyboard

i rlly need to start writing other characters for x readers but oh well

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #singer! reader x bakugou katsuki #sobbing #my hero academia #mha #whew #this one is a biggin #definitely got a little too into it #but oh well #i couldn’t get this out of my head so #love love love

[hauntedhokage]

PART 07: Aftershock

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Following an eventful night; the day after spent in the hospital ends up equally as eventful, only for a different reason. 

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The hospital wing where heroes were allowed to rest and recover peacefully was too quiet for your tastes, but you knew you’d be overwhelmed if you were sitting in the waiting area with the general public. Any concern you had about not waiting for someone to get you was squashed when you’d heard that Red Riot, Dynamite, and Deku were all having various injuries treated - you’d have been waiting for them all day if you’d stayed out on the streets. 

You’d already been home - actually to Eijirou and Bakugou’s - took a quick shower, and gathered fresh clothes for the two men. They each kept a go bag in the coat closet by the front door, which made it easy to get what you needed after getting yourself cleaned up before getting back to where they were. The nurse had told you that they both overexerted their bodies and their quirks, so they’d be sleeping for a while and not leaving until the afternoon at the earliest. Which was fine; you weren’t working today after almost falling from a helicopter that had clearly skipped a couple safety checks, so you’d be able to bounce between their two rooms and make sure they weren’t too bored. 

Or at least try to bounce into Bakugou’s until it got weird. 

You hear him fussing as a nurse leaves the room looking stressed, and you stop the door from closing so you could talk to him for a minute and let him have his stuff. Maybe knowing that he had pants and casual clothes ready would help him relax and not create a revolving door of nurses until they asked Midoriya to act as his nurse. You know it had happened before, since he was probably the most difficult patient this hospital had ever seen, and was likely to happen again. 

“Uh, hey,” you greet, leaning in the doorframe and taking in the sight of the number one hero looking…very pathetic. 

He looked less than thrilled to be there, the metal braces keeping him there enough to remind you that he was notorious for just unhooking himself from all of the IV’s and monitors and just jumping out the window to escape while still wearing the hospital’s clothing. He’d done that during your third date with Eijirou, surprising you both during a scary movie when he’d basically thrown the door open in time with the slasher on the screen. 

“Get me the hell out of here!” 

“Can’t do that,” you point out, letting the door close behind you as you walk further into the room. “I’m a reporter, not a doctor, and I don’t have the keys.”

“I’m gonna stop letting Kirishima bring you home.” The counter is half hearted, but you feel better when he relaxes into the bed as you stop at his bedside and put his go bag on the chair beside his bed. “How is he?”

“A bit better than you, I think, but still not great. The nurse said there were a few broken ribs, some burns and cuts, but he’ll be okay. He wasn’t awake when I was here earlier, so I’m not sure how he’s feeling exactly.” He relaxes more at the information, and you know it’ll kill them both to be stuck here but apart. You’d need to talk to a nurse about one of them getting moved to the other’s room, since they’d feel better if they could see the other in recovery. Bakugou being a bit more cooperative with Eijirou in the room would definitely be a selling point that you’ll emphasize to get them to see the situation your way. 

“I’m about the same. Broken ankle, too.”

“From catching me, I’m sure.” 

“And I’d do it again.”

“It’s your job to do it again, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, but that’s not why.”

“For him, then?”

“For you, brat.” He’s not looking at you, but being strapped down means that he can’t turn away from you and his redness of his face was not because he was upset. Bakugou was outwardly angry, he wouldn’t be speaking so softly if he was mad. “I’m not good at this shit, but I don’t hate you. Never have.”

“Then why-”

“Kacchan! You’re awake!”

“Pipe down, nerd!” The instant scolding doesn’t phase Izuku, the number two hero greeting you with a hug before carefully checking you for injuries while rambling about your fall and how incredible it was to see Bakugou catch you. There were questions, too, and you try your best to answer before he can ask another (but are only half successful) until eventually you have to cut him off and get out of there. 

“I promise that I’m alright, but I should go check in on Eijirou. It’s really good to see that you’re okay, Izuku.” With that, you’re excusing yourself from the room - hoping to not have to answer any more questions until Izuku settles down a bit. 

You catch a nurse in passing, taking the time to ask if they’d be able to move the guys into the same room while explaining that they’ll be able to keep each other entertained if they were close - something that has her assuring you that she’d do what she could to make that happen. It was in the hospital’s best interest that Bakugou was kept entertained during his mandatory stay, and clearly she understood that just as well as you did that keeping the number one hero pacified as long as they could was best for the entire building. Then you’re turning into your boyfriend’s room, carefully shutting the door to avoid making any noise that would disrupt him. 

He’s still sleeping, which was a moderate relief for you as you sat down in the chair at his bedside. His face is relaxed, only a couple bandages on his face and neck from whatever combat he’d experienced during the night. His hands were in rough shape, and you knew his torso would be heavily bandaged to protect those broken ribs. That was how you knew without a doubt he’d overused his quirk, eventually he couldn’t keep his body hard enough to truly deflect whatever was being thrown at him in a fight. 

“I was faking it,” he whispers, startling you easily and you have to remind yourself that you can’t hit him while he’s injured like this even if he’s got that stupid grin on his face. “The last nurse was really chatty, babe, knew she’d never leave if she knew I was awake.”

“She’s going to get you and Bakugou in the same room, so be nice,” you whisper back, but give his hand a squeeze when he continues to grin at you. “He’s gonna be okay, by the way.”

“You already saw him?”

“I went back to your place to get your bags, and he was awake when I went in to drop his bag off. Cuts and burns, a couple broken ribs, and a broken ankle. Izuku is with him now.”

“Good,” Eijirou breathes, leaning back into the bed while keeping his eyes on you. “I’m so thankful that he was able to catch you.”

“You saw that?”

“News camera was broadcasting to the electronics store I was near. Saw you fall and saw him catch you, scariest couple of seconds of my life - and I’ve almost died a couple times.”

“Yeah, it was pretty scary. But I’m okay, a couple bruises from hitting Bakugou so hard in the catch but I’ll take that over being scraped off the pavement.”

“Never getting in a helicopter again, I’m sure.”

“Absolutely not. Ayame wants a memorial shrine so bad, she can do the aerials from now on.” The joke lands, and you follow when a gentle tug of your arm requests that you move closer. You feel better being closer to him, seated on the edge of his bed and able to feel his body heat beside yours. A reminder that he was alive, he was still here and so were you. 

“I heard that the world’s more beautiful, gorgeous, news lady was on the ground helping with search and rescue.”

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t keep working, after all.” Your reason has him humming, his hand settling on your shoulder to gently pull you back to lie beside him in the bed. The smile on his face is very proud, and that has your chest warm with your own pride at your actions. It wasn’t that you needed to prove anything to anybody, you were just doing what needed to be done. “People needed help, and I was around.”

“And you say you aren’t that cool,” he teases, and you roll your eyes but let him lean in to get a kiss from you. “How long do we have to stay here, do you know?”

“Depends. You both seriously extended your bodies and your quirks beyond simple exhaustion. If you’re cooperative and promise to rest, hopefully this afternoon. If you’re not, I’m not sure.”

“I’ll be the most cooperative man so I can go home and snuggle with my babygirls.”

“Your bed isn’t big enough for all three of us.”

“Bakugou’s is, and I’m sure he’d be okay with us all snuggling after you fell from a helicopter, I got stabbed, and whatever else happened to him.”

“You got stabbed?” That was news to you, and the look on his face says enough about the fact that he wasn’t intending on telling you that he’d been stabbed. To be expected, but that doesn’t quell the disappointment you feel that he was going to keep that from you. Typical hero. 

“Oops?”

“Kirishima Eijirou you can’t just leave that out!”

#alp #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou imagine #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #kiribaku #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

[justatalkingface]

The 'Great' MHA Read Along, Part Four (Chapters 12-21): Team Deathmatch!

So, first thing, we have a bunch of reporters creeping on kids for news. I... am not a fan of this. Like, I get that, in story, heroes are celebrities, and so UA is effectively a school about becoming famous, but I've never been a fan of this kind of paparazzi, or that kind of fame in general.

More relevantly, since this is a school to, among other things, turn these kids into celebrities...why do we never see them prepare the students for that fact? There's a bare nod to rescuing people later on (hardly enough for how important that is, and even that is in the License Exam, and it's implied 1A was never taught about that at all... for reasons, presumably the same reason Aizawa never mentioned that literally everyone is going to try and murder them in the exam... and outside of right now, where it doesn't happen, I don't think we ever see them train in that) and from there how to interact with victims, but for such a media dominated field, you'd think there'd be classes on, you know, how to talk to a reporter. And, sure, maybe there's some on later, but they've already been getting field work by that point, for years, well publicized field work, so it feels just a tad too late at that point.

Anyways, obvious focus on the UA Barrier for later, then straight to evaluations, where Aizawa tells Bakugou to stop acting like a seven year old'

...

Because, you know, that's how all seven year olds behave, I guess.

All those seven year old children, trying to murder anyone they don't like, stabbing people with knives, smashing each in the head with crowbars, you know, normal stuff. Kids being kids, amiright?

Then we turn to Izuku, and while, yes, Izuku not breaking his arm would be good.... do you, perchance, have a suggestion to help with that goal, Aizawa? You know, as his teacher? Who is supposed to teach him things?

Ah, yes, there it is: I want to see some sweat out of you. 'Work hard, Izuku, because clearly, the catastrophic, crippling injuries you've been dealing to yourself, which must be agonizing, aren't enough incentive for you to improve; clearly you're just being lazy here, and there's no other potential factors holding you back from improving beyond this disappointing performance.'

Sweet flying fuck, how in the hell did this guy train Shinsou? 'Here's the scarf, figure it out, I want to see results by tomorrow?'

And then they just move on, so... I guess only Bakugou and Midoriya get called out in class. Cool, cool.

Hmm. Alright, so we next we get some actual school shenanigans, and I... have mixed feelings about this.

On one hand, this is exactly the character developing, 'let it breath' stuff we've been wanting in MHA current for... years now, basiclly. Paying attention to characters when they're not actively fighting and what not is something essential for making them seem less like characters and more like people, which... you kinda want for a good story.

On the other hand, I just find this boring. I wasn't interested in who gets to be student president last time, and I'm not really now, either.

(As a side note, it's hyped up as being SPECIAL and HEROIC and IMPORTANT FOR DEVELOPING A HEROIC FOUNDATION, or whatever, which is why we're supposed to care about it, but all of that never happens, so... that's a lie. Also, kinda dumb? This isn't a military organization, there's no real reason to train heroes to command other heroes.)

Here's the thing: the content, itself, isn't the problem; a great story writer can make even the most boring shit seem interesting. I vividly remember a manga about farming, for example. Just farming, before anyone starts thinking of whatever farm Isekei may come to mind. On the face of it, that may sound boring, but it was engrossing all the same, because of how well it was written, how involved the characters were in process. There's shonen stories that manage to make the 'school' part of the story just as interesting as the, 'And now you and me fight' parts, but MHA... just isn't it. If I had to guess, it's probably how dismissive the story is about those parts; before we even get to that, after all, we already have Aizawa making it clear how useless and superflicious normal schooling is, and he continues that stance well into the story.

If one of the main characters of the story, here being Aizawa (AKA the teacher who is heavily emphasized in story about how 'wise' he is), is dismissive about something, and there's nothing in story to really counter that perception, then yeah, the story probably isn't going to be covering that topic in an interesting way.

TLDR: I don't think Hori doesn't give a shit about the 'Academia' part of My Hero Academia, and it shows.

Anyways, there's some pointless school drama, and the only things I'm getting out of it outside of some foundational character stuff is that: the kids are all idiots, with how they were mobbing when the alarm went off (and the teachers are alarmingly absent when said alarm went off; shouldn't a security alert be when you secure the children?), Iida is too pure for this world, and god that whiplash is going to hit hard, and finally that U.A. is way too OK with the fact that someone broke in.

(Well, that and, for all that I'm very much not a fan of pushy reporters invading things they have no right to... Present Mic literally says that this is going from illegal trespassing into villainy. How?????

Seriously, how?! The only thing they're doing, beyond the trespassing, is... ignoring them and being assholish about questions?

Why in the actual fuck is he asking permission to blow them away!? Mic???? I thought you were the good teacher! )

Anyways, Izuku dodges dealing with shyness, Iida gets promoted over Momo to be president, and Nezu gets to sound ridiculous talking about an 'element of evil'. Yeah.

Next chapter: We see All Might using his time in a far more productive way, and a nod to the fact that heroes jobs are literally built around crime happening.

That's exactly how I responded when I first heard Izuku told Bakugou about OFA, All Might! (Although, Izuku explicitly says he didn't tell his mom, so... what did he say? There's a serious conversation here that we're just not getting.)

*Snort*

'Dark forces would flow forth in legions'. I mean, he's not wrong, but All Might only barely pulls that off because he's, like I said, hammier than ham in general, but the fact all the heroes randomly have asides like that, no matter how serious they are, was always jarring about this early on stuff.

...'Trial' of Rescue? It makes it sound like your testing them on stuff they should have no way of possibly knowing; if things went differently, would you have threatened to expel the last place student here as well, Aizawa? NGL, though, feels weird that costumes are optional for this because 'they might not be adapted'. I mean... for all the shit you dump on them to force them to adapt, you'd think doing things in your costume, that you are potentially going to be wearing all the time, would be an obvious choice. Wouldn't it be better to figure out if your costume needs work now rather than later?

And why are costumes in the classroom...? I mean, they'll need to leave to change anyways, it'd make a lot more sense to just have a changing area where the costumes are stored at.

Bus time.

You know, one of the things that strikes me, here, is how everyone is acting; there is no fear, loathing or shunning of Bakugou for happened last arc, not only for the murder attempt they never properly reacted to, but to the savage beating they were begging All Might to stop the fight over... but, they're not admiring him, either. There's friendly teasing at his expense, even.

And it's like... the fight never happened, in their minds (or Bakugou attacking Izuku on Day One, for that matter). They're acting like they know Bakugou only as a competent, if abrasive, student, and are treating him accordingly. It's kinda fascinating, really, because later they'll forget all of Bakugou's sins, of course, but that's only part of it: they'll fawn over him, because they only get to see this idealized version of Bakugou. Here? They just aren't responding to the worse parts, but they're still generally treating Bakugou like you'd expect someone like Bakugou would be treated. From my perspective of the very ends of the manga, it's really interesting to see this, like an AU where Bakugou both as a person and a character was treated more seriously in the story.

Gotta love that Kaminari Truth Bomb, lol.

Also, for how short this is: the characters are all interacting with each, it's light-hearted and non-serious, the ingredients are the same as they were before, but this is a lot more interesting to read for me than the Class President stuff was. More evidence My Hero Not Academia, I guess.

And now we've arrived at the USJ proper and, again, waaaay too big; the fucking budget this one school has has to be bigger than the budget of some small countries. And... 13 created this? By herself? Yet again, UA teachers have way too much freedom in school, for no apparent reason, because the way this is phrased makes it sound like this entire, giant ass facility, is 13's facility.

All Might: saves people, rather than try (and fail) to teach.

Eraserhead: hOw IRRatiONal.

I get he was supposed to be here, and he is failing as a teacher, but acting like he's being an utter moron by doing his other actual job is a bit much; here starts the point where All Might never gets a win... ever again, really. It's not All Might if someone's not metaphorically kicking him, after all.

You know, for how much of a non-character 13 ends up being, this five seconds of her is really refreshing: this conversation she's having, about how, you know, 'Quirks are dangerous, let's all try not to hurt someone with them' is exactly the conversation you'd think would have started the school year off with; she feels like a lot more realistic teacher than anyone we've seen thus far.

I guess that why Kurogiri's coming to shut her up then, right? We can't have a teacher actually teaching in UA!

....You know, it's easy to forget how weird Tomura was drawn early on. His image is far more... stark than we get later on, more focus on his wrinkles and the shadows on his face; it gives me some Uncanny Valley vibes. Actually, I can really see all the weird-ass horror hand stuff Hori eventually ends up doing in this, because he just looks wrong in some fundamental way, like he doesn't fit in the setting properly.

I've said this before, but I never liked early Tomura, because of how dumb he felt, but if Hori had leaned into this version more, him being off instead of him being childish, it would have made him feel a lot more threatening. But... after this one of his main pieces of characterization is going to be throwing fits, so...

...

Actually, I'm hitting pause here.

So. I, among others, talk about how bad a teacher Aizawa is, but I don't think I've spelled out how dangerous that could be, beyond ruining the students education, if a man in his position was viewed as fundamentally untrustworthy by the students he's in charge of. What we have here is a perfect time to discuss that!

Let's picture the scene, everybody: a dark portal opens, and bunch of weird people rush in. Aizawa goes into Serious Mode, puts on his goggles, and leaps into action, loudly declaring that, 'THOSE ARE VILLIANS!'

Now we turn to students: they look at Aizawa, see how serious he's acting.... and then remember how serious he looked yesterday, right before he told them that the big thing they were worried about was a 'logical ruse'.

Their panic calms slightly, and they think about the situation again from a new light.

What's more likely? That a giant horde of villains have broken into UA facility, famed for how safe it is, staffed by actual heroes? Into a building that is presumably secured and closed off to the public at all times? That they knew to break in now, of all times, just when the class went on a field trip? To a training facility?

Or, that Aizawa is giving them a 'logical ruse' again, with 13 in on it this time, and all these 'villains' are actors to help them learn better? (Just to be clear, here, that's basiclly what happens in the actual License Exam later on: Gang Orca, who is canonly one of the scariest heroes around, 'breaks into' the rescue focused exam with an army of mooks and starts throwing down like he's an actual villain. The only thing that separates this theoretical situation from that actual exam is that it was clear in the exam that the 'villains' were part of the exam.) And that, once they get this little skit out of the way, they'll reveal the joke, mock you if you fall for it, again (that is if Aizawa doesn't threaten to expel you for failing his standards... again), and then everyone will get on with the training.

So, the thing is, in dangerous situations, you need to make the right choice right away; if Iida was more on the ball, for example, maybe he could have escaped the USJ before Kurogiri made his way over to them, and gotten help for everyone that much sooner.

Hesitation, in other words, leads to disaster.

Do you know what's worse than hesitation in a dangerous situation?

Thinking your teacher is punking you like you're on some hidden camera show, and acting accordingly.

Imagine what could have happened when the students were all randomly separated and dropped before packs of villains, if they thought the villains were acting? What could have happened if a bunch of kids, kids with no combat training (beyond Shoto, who had training, and Bakugou, whose trigger happy instincts would have come in handy for once instead of being a dangerous liability), were placed in front of a bunch of people out to murder them, while they treated the situation like a game?

Hell, what if the kids rushed in to fight the villains before that happened, while Eraserhead was bogged down by charging head first into the army of mooks? (Also, couldn't he have... not done that? Some kind of collaborative attack with 13, where she attacks them while Eraserhead nerfs them, maybe? For all that Eraserhead is apparently specialized in a group fight, the guy with no offensive Quirk against a small army seems... a flawed choice.) They're trying to be heroes, after all: brave, probably eager to fight and flex their Quirks some more after a lifetime of keeping them suppressed, of not being allowed to use this intrinsic part of themselves all out. Besides, fighting the 'villains' sounds like a great way to get a good grade, right?

It gets even worse when the villains explain their goals: to kill All Might.

All Might is, let me remind you, the guy who punched a bunch of slime so hard that it started to rain. While he was weakened, no less.

All Might, while he's branded as the Symbol of Peace, is more honestly the Symbol of Victory, more than Bakugou ever will be: he effortlessly crushes every obstacle before him, doing it all with a smile and a quip, throughout his entire career. The peace he is so famous for is built on the idea that he never loses, and that this is a universally acknowledged fact.

He is so strong, so overwhelmingly competent, that he has made Japan, as a nation, simultaneously safer and more willing to sit on their hands and do nothing. He is so unstoppably successful at his job that Endeavour, who is second only to All Might himself (by... whatever metric that's judged off of), gets a villainous backstory trying to keep up with him.

In MHA, before the main story happens, a bunch of randos saying that they're going to kill All Might is like me saying I'm going to beat up Mount Everest.

It's ludicrous, in other words. Anyone saying it is either actively insane... or clearly lying through their teeth.

If Shigaraki's Uncanny Valley factor was just a little weaker, just a little less alarming, if they decided Aizawa was just lying to them again, and that this was just another example of UA's extreme training philosophy, they could have been slaughtered because this man couldn't be bothered to put the effort into his actual job, which he is getting paid for, and focus on his students in any real way.

This is the problem with Aizawa, the Teacher. As a hero, sure, he's great, and him jumping right away to defending the kids is good and all, but as a teacher? He is so fucking lazy that his students could have been, and in all honesty should have been, killed because they have no reason to trust his directions, especially in a serious, unusual situation.

If you can't trust the person in charge of you to make wise decisions in times of danger, or this case communicate those decisions to you and be trusted, then they are a liability, and for a man in Aizawa's situation, with his job, his responsibility to these kids? That is unacceptable.

...

Anyways. Villains show up, Eraserhead wades in (and then Hori makes sure to have Izuku and Shigaraki talk him up! You're so cool, Eraserhead! Make sure the readers know just how awesome you are as you effortlessly plow through the mooks! And I love how he punches a guy twice his size, who is made out of rock, and sends this guy flying, somehow, and doesn't break his hand in the process), then Kurogiri rolls up, monologues like an edgelord, and yeets all the kids, but not before the Bakugou and Kirishima dynamic is founded by.... failing utterly.

*sigh*

Seriously, Mineta? You're half drowned and in serious risk of getting murdered, and now you perv? This is why he's so hated, BTW: not because he's a pervert, but because that's almost his entire characterization. Jiraiya is a creepy, spying pervert as well, sure, but he's beloved by the Naruto fandom because he does all this other stuff that isn't being a creep, that makes him seem like an interesting person. He has relationships, and develops more, that don't revolve around breasts, which gives us a good, humanizing take on him beyond that character flaw.

Mineta's second character trait after being a pervert is being a coward, and... I don't think he really has friends? It's not a good look, to say the least. And yes, I know he gets a 'brave moment' here, where he surpasses his cowardice.... that is to say, where he literally throws things from a distance, but that happens for... all of two panels, and isn't that impressive even when it does happen. Then afterwards it's right back to normal. The notes say Hori had a hard time balancing his character against Hori's natural perviness, and honestly I'm just surprised this is the balanced version?

Anyways, everyone has to fight, and we see Izuku have to deal with the situation. He forces his way past his fear, his hesitation, to the realization he has to act, and then commits to it.

He observes the situation, comes to several realizations from what he sees, from how the villains act and the environment they're in. Then he comes up with an unorthodox plan, built around using his classmates various abilities effectively, and then executes it, claiming an overwhelming victory despite the odds against him.

This, all of this? All of this is far more interesting to read than his fights have been lately. This Izuku is easier to root for, easier to be concerned about, easier to like, than when we know he's going to beat everyone else up because he's OP. He's relatable like this, and that is a magic word for keeping people involved in your story.

Then everyone else fights, and most of it isn't that interesting. One notable one is the Momo, Kaminari and Jirou fight where: they also come up with a creative plan to win, Momo gets to use her powers usefully.... and then Kiminari is literally nerfed into being an idiotic pervert (like the one we already have isn't enough?), while Momo's shirt is torn off. Because of course. Then Kiminari is beat up for the suffering the mental version of Izuku's bone breaking side effect, because he can't win anything; god, it must suck to be him.

...Do you know how surreal it feels to watch Tomura be competent? Seriously, he's in a hand to hand brawl with Eraserhead, doing well despite the fact this should be something he doesn't actually do that often, considering his Quirk, he's calculating Aizawa's weak points... this guy feels like a threat, and I don't usually have that impression of him until the Villain Arc. I... I'm genuinely wondering if he always was this threatening, far more than I remember, and that some bad takes on him became the most memorable trait of him that became his fanon characterization, or he gets nerfed after his introduction like All Might was.

Ah, the Classic Noumu. The very one that screwed up my view on every other version; god, this one is a monster. He's an impossible behemoth of a thing, easily beating every enemy he comes against, crushing Eraserhead as a brutal introduction. Great first impression, but he makes all the other versions until the High Ends show up seem bizarrely weak for all the fuss they get.

And then All Might comes in.

And he isn't smiling.

Remember in an earlier post how I mentioned that All Might acts hammy to appear non-threatening? Well, I feel validated. (You know, until he promptly loses.)

...That is Actually Bowser. There's actually a Bowser-lite character, canonly, in MHA. Huh.

Anyways, it's faced up against Serious Might that makes Noumu seem that big of a threat, the fact that Tomura takes his arrival so well makes him that much more disturbing; I keep saying this, but this arc was a damn good intro for him.

Oh, hey! Remember when the strongest warper in setting was a threat in combat? This arc does; an ability like that could be lethal if used right, and it's nice seeing that in action, when later Kurogiri is devolved in a largely passive porter for The Team.

And then Izuku charges in! And then Bakugou... 'helps', ugh. I've gotten spoiled by all the chapters where he was 'dead'; I forgot how much he used to be shoved into every possible situation, in the best possible way to make his otherwise alarming behavior look good.

Like. He's not doing the right thing here, like everyone else is (even Shoto, who feels disconnected from the situation). He's doing what he wants, and it's just happening to help everyone else, yet it's getting shown as the 'right' thing. It's just frustrating for him to get these 'hero' shots of him looking and acting unhinged, but knowing I'm supposed to find that heroic.

And here, Tomura is pointing out what I pointed out earlier: All Might's 'peace' is based on the threat of superior violence, which... is quickly ignored because he's a murder hobo. Mixed feelings about that; as a character, for where he is in the story, for who he's supposed to be, he's exactly the kind of person to act off that logic, but he does have a good point, and I don't think anyone else brings it up, really? All Might being dissed for being All Might later is based off him no longer being a hero, and society is falling apart and all that, never that the peace itself is based off the threat of him.

...That said, why the hell doesn't All Might just... grab the Noumu again? If Kurogiri isn't hard countering that kind of thing, there's nothing really stopping All Might from grabbing the Noumu's wrist and just yeeting the guy. It's a big, dramatic moment, I get it, overcoming the shock absorption with power and sheer determination, but it's also dumb.

Also, hope that Noumu doesn't land in anybody's house or anything, lol.

Eight or nine last minute saves later, and it's all over save for the All For One introduction; ah, the nostalgia of 'Sensei', plotting from the shadows. I missed him being threatening.

Minor thing, but I like that brief moment of humanizing on the previously aloof Shoto when he realized Hagakure was there when he was fighting, it's a nice touch showing that he's more than his facade without slapping us in the face with it, a good setup for later.

Oh, and here's some extra Aizawa hypocrisy for you: he goes on and on about how bad Izuku is at taking care of himself, but we got a butcher's bill about all the damage inflicted on him. Next day? He shows up mummified. Great example, there; and it's set up just to show how.... badass he is, I guess? But it's annoying that they went through all that work setting up how badly he's damaged just to gloss over it, and yet Izuku's injuries are about to be taken seriously.

Awkward end of chapter cliffhanger!

#mha critical #bnha critical #aizawa critical #bakugou critical #The 'Great' MHA Read Along #holy shit shigaraki was threatening? #i have no idea what i'm doing #what the fuck did i just bring upon this cursed land

[bloodyfeverdreams]

Day 1, 2, 3, 7 13, 15-Bakugou "doesn't get sick"

Trying another whumptober whoo hoo! I got a new job, a great one for the first time in my life lol, and I've got a lot of time to be able to sit down and just write. So I'm gonna try my hardest to finish this whumptober, I've been writing as much as I physically can haha

prompts- swooning, thermometer/delurium, "make it stop", "can you hear me", cold compress, "I'm fine"- fever, passing out, sick Katsuki, todobaku pre, shower scene ;)

Feel free to find this on AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/50196034/chapters/126773227

This is a long one, so I'm gonna put it under a cut.

Katsuki had been hot and sweaty all day, which is normally something he encouraged for his quirk to work at its highest potential, but today it just felt wrong. He wasn’t sure why, he always took very good care of his body, but something just wasn’t adding up. It was spring, and the weather was supposed to be very nice, but it felt like he couldn’t cool off no matter what he did. He felt like the sun was projecting pure heat through the window as he sat uncomfortably in class, trying his best to pay attention through one of the worst headaches he’d ever had in his life.

To make matters worse, Katsuki had been assigned fucking Todoroki as a partner for an upcoming hero research paper. He hated group work in the first place, but assigning him goddamn Todoroki (even if Aizawa claimed it was random, he never believed that bullshit, Aizawa lied to them all the time) was just adding insult to injury at this point. But he never shirked from his academic responsibilities, he was going to graduate top of his class, so he still had to actually try on this stupid assignment even though he didn’t want to work with the half-n-half bastard. His headache would just have to wait. The sooner they were done, the less he had to talk to IcyHot.

“We’re finishing this as fast as we fucking can,” Katsuki had hissed at Todoroki, who only stared back blankly. Bastard. “I don’t care if you have plans tonight, I’m coming over to your fucking room and we’re finishing this tonight.”

“Aizawa distinctly said we should not do this in one night.” God, even his voice irritated Katsuki. Everything about the bastard irritated Katsuki, from his stupid hair to his stupid muscles to his stupid blank face that never showed any thought Katsuki could pick up on. Kaminari had teased him over ‘how obsessed you are over Todoroki’ and how it ‘sounds like you liiiike him’ but he shut up when Katsuki pushed him off his chair.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “He was talking to the idiots who wait until the last minute to do the work.”

Like the idiots he couldn’t help but call friends because… well, he didn’t know what else to call them. They wouldn’t leave him alone, always forced him to participate in their activities, and every time he tried to leave the group chat they’d set up, he’d just be added right back in and chastised lightly as if he’d just made a small mistake. It had been hard to admit, but sometimes, only sometimes, Katsuki enjoyed their company, and even had fun once or twice. He would never admit to it, especially since he didn’t know how to feel about it, and he refused to be laughed at because he was unsure of these new feelings.

“I suppose we’ll find out when we attempt the assignment.” Todoroki said, which only infuriated Katsuki more, which caused his headache to spike. He wanted to argue some more, but having done it in the past proved its inefficiency. Todoroki never fucking reacted to anything he did, even when he was purposefully antagonizing the bastard just to see him make some kind of facial expression.

“Whatever. I’m coming over right after dinner,” and didn’t that sound disgusting, “so be ready.”

Todoroki nodded, and Katsuki almost felt cheated since Todoroki never reacted to anything he said. He’d seen Todoroki make facial expressions for fucking pathetic Deku, Katsuki was way better than him, why didn’t he get those reactions? Katsuki was ridiculously past good enough to get one of those stupid ass smiles or little puffs of laughter. Katsuki deserved that more than Deku ever would.

Getting through the rest of the day had been difficult, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He just had a headache from dealing with everyone’s bullshit, and the day was a fluke of being too hot, and he just had to get through it. Katsuki was the strongest person in this entire class, he could handle anything. It got easier after school when he took off his uniform and could put on a simple tank and shorts. At dinner, he forced himself to have some congee rather than his normal, nutritionally balanced meal, but the thought of food was so unappealing that forcing himself to cook and eat his routine foods almost outweighed his knowledge that he had to eat dinner in the first place.

When he went to put the half he couldn’t finish in the fridge, Kirishima was in the kitchen, burning whatever he was trying to make. Usually Katsuki could tell by smell alone, but this time he couldn’t smell anything but it was obviously burning. Even worse, Katsuki knew how to salvage his dinner and he didn’t have a reason not to tell him.

“Your heat is too high. Take it out now and it’ll only be slightly burnt.” Katsuki grumbled, rolling his eyes both at himself and his idiot best friend. He couldn’t believe he was best friends with someone who could barely function like an independent human being.

“Thanks, bro!” Katsuki had given up on Kirishima calling him ‘bro’, it seemed to be a core aspect of the redhead’s personality. The chipper smile directed at him as Kirishima did as he said kinda made up for it. Making his friends happy wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done. “Are you done already? Usually you’re in here cooking up a storm, I was surprised not to see you.”

Kirishima then saw the congee in his hands as he put it in his tupperware, and he frowned. “Dude, is that all you had? Aren’t you the one always yelling at us to ‘make better dinners’? Are you okay?”

Katsuki bristled at the question, his pride flaring up in defense. “I have to work with fucking IcyHot on a dumb fucking project I don’t need a partner for, and apparently I can’t have a simple dinner for once without everyone jumping down my throat! The fuck do you think?”

“Okay, okay, sorry, bro.” Kirishima held up his hands in defense. “Just wanted to check in. You haven’t seemed yourself today.”

Katsuki glared at him. “I don’t need you to ‘check in’. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“If you say so, bro.” Kirishima shrugged. “We’re gonna have a smash brothers tournament at Denki’s tonight, you wanna join in?”

“You shits are lucky I can’t destroy you tonight.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I’m doing my fucking report, which is what you should be doing. When it’s two nights before it’s due, and you still haven’t done it, don’t come crying to me. I won’t help you.”

He would help them. His friends struggled with schoolwork, and if he was going to be seen with them then they had to live up to his reputation. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do that without his help, and he didn’t like watching his friends struggle and seeing them upset over their grades. That stupid feeling he hated outweighed his annoyance at helping them, so, he didn’t really have a choice if he didn’t want that stupid feeling he got when he saw his friends get upset. He didn’t know how, but somehow his idiots had figured that out, and they still came to him every time, and every time, despite him telling himself that he wouldn’t help them this time, he helped them regardless. They were all the worst and he hated them.

But for now, Katsuki was too busy hating the elevator’s stupidly bright lights to hate his friends anymore. Katsuki leaned against the metal, the coolness of the metal a balm on his overly hot skin. He’d never been so glad that the entirety of Heights Alliance had air conditioning. The day had been way too hot today, Katsuki had always been sensitive to hotter temperatures since he couldn’t cool his body through his sweat like other people did, which is probably why he hadn’t heard anyone else complain about it. But he could take anything, any temperature, any obstacle, because no hero worth their salt would let a thing like a hot day stop them so he refused to let it stop him.

Even though he really didn’t want to be doing this, he’d much prefer to just take a cold shower and go to bed early so the day would finally be over, he still pushed forward and went to Todoroki’s room. He went to just walk in, not like the bastard didn’t know he was coming, but the door was locked. He jiggled the door handle a little violently, clearly seeing the light was on under the door, but it still didn’t open. Katsuki’s eye twitched.

knock. knock.

It was the stiffest knock of his life, but apparently that was enough for Todoroki, who finally opened the door. “You knew I was coming, that was a dick move.”

“So is barging in unannounced.” Todoroki replied, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki’s eye twitched again.

“We should get started since you want to finish tonight.” Todoroki said, and Katsuki just growled, and then just set his stuff down on the tiny ass table Todoroki had. Sometimes, Katsuki had to choose his battles. Most of the time, he chose all battles, but this one he had to let go since he didn’t want his grade to suffer.

“I’m taking this pathetic excuse for a chair since you’re apparently so fine with being on the floor.” Katsuki said, referring to the mat Todoroki slept on. Todoroki didn’t protest, he merely just set the mat next to the thing that couldn’t even be called a desk really since it was too damn small. The room didn’t seem to have much in terms of temperature control, as the elevator had been much cooler. It was probably because Todoroki could regulate his own temperature, so he didn’t need the ac unit to do it for him. That was annoying as fuck.

The headache that Katsuki had been working very hard to ignore was becoming more and more of a problem as they worked. Katsuki could at least appreciate the monotone right now since it was quiet, and he spoke slowly enough that Katsuki could hear him despite the pounding in his head. A hammer was slamming into his head with every beat of his heart, and it just got worse as they kept going, the material not interesting enough to get past the pain. He would’ve given up and gone to sleep if he didn’t have to do this damn paper with Todoroki. The bastard couldn’t keep a secret for his life so in order to keep his reputation, he had to keep going, even through the worst headache he’d had in a long time. But with every beat of the hammer, he was losing his resolve. It was only his drive not to be weak that kept him going.

“Bakugou? Did you hear what I said?” Todoroki said, startling Katsuki a little.

“Of course I did. I was just thinking.” Katsuki snapped, trying to brush it off, ignoring the fact that he actually hadn’t heard what Todoroki had said. He hoped it wasn’t important.

“Thinking.” Todoroki echoed, but it wasn’t a question or a challenge. It was just a statement.

“That’s what I fucking said.”

“Are you alright, Bakugou?” Todoroki asked, and Katsuki could almost hear a touch of concern in the monotone. It pissed him off, though he wasn’t sure exactly why. “You’ve been strangely quiet today.”

“I’m fine.” Katsuki sneered, a violent threat in his voice.

Todoroki pursed his lips at him, but only continued on with what he was saying. Katsuki struggled to keep focusing on it, Todoroki’s voice was soothing in its quiet volume, but he couldn’t process the words the bastard was actually saying.

Dammit. He couldn’t keep doing this. If he actually turned in the report they were working on now, Katsuki would get the worst grade he’d ever gotten in his life, even though he very much understood the topic. His headache was just too bad, and the room had only gotten steadily hotter as they’d worked, and Katsuki couldn’t take it anymore, his reputation be damned. He’d just blame it on Todoroki not properly cooling his room and sweating him out of it.

“I’m done, I’m going to bed.” Katsuki said, gathering up his stuff as quickly as he could. He was a little uncoordinated in his haste, but he blamed it on the heat. “We’ll just do this tomorrow.”

Todoroki didn’t even show his surprise beyond a raised eyebrow. “I thought you wanted to do this in one night.”

“It’s not my fault your room is like a sauna and your voice is like a fucking icepick in my head!” Katsuki snapped, absolutely done with today. The room was so hot he was starting to get a little dizzy, and standing just made his vision swim for a moment. “How the fuck am I supposed to focus on court cases and legalities when the room is a million degrees and you won’t fucking shut up?”

That seemed to actually surprise Shouto, though it still only showed in his eyes. “Bakugou, my room isn’t hot. And I was only talking since you wouldn’t. You’ve barely said anything tonight.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, and then had to pinch his nose and shut his eyes when the room blurred, playing it off as annoyance. Dammit, he was so fucking hot. “You wouldn’t notice, you have that stupid temperature thing because of your quirk.”

“I turn on the ac when I have guests, Bakugou.” Todoroki said, and Katsuki scoffed. He was sweating far too much for that to be true. He didn’t doubt that Todoroki was lying, but there was no way the ac was actually on right now. The bastard must’ve just set it to the wrong setting, he wouldn’t be the first in their class to struggle with the thermostat, to his perpetual annoyance.

“Bakugou, I may not be an expert, but you do not look well.” Todoroki said, which only infuriated him more. If he was suddenly going to care about Katsuki, the least he could do was fucking show it. Katsuki knew not everyone wore their emotions on their sleeve, but Todoroki never seemed to have any emotion at all, not even when dealing with Katsuki.

“I’m fine.” Katsuki hissed, parroting what he said earlier, with the same vitriol.

“You clearly are not.” Todoroki said firmly. “I can regulate my own temperature, you’re correct, but I can still feel the temperature around me. My room isn’t hot, and you’re sweating like it’s summer. I think you should see Recovery Girl.”

Katsuki growled an incoherent shout. “I don’t need that old bat, there’s nothing wrong with me beyond suffering from dealing with all you idiots. Fuck off!”

Katsuki turned to leave, but his vision swam so quickly that he had to stop mid-step. His hand came to his eyes, trying to steady himself, forcing himself to push through the heat. But before he could get his body to work, his backpack slipped through his fingers as his vision went black.

“-ugou. Bakugou. Bakugou.” Someone was shaking him, insistence in their voice. He groaned lightly, his eyes fluttering, his head pounding even harder than before. He squinted, and Todoroki then came into focus. He was wearing a look Katsuki had never seen before. It looked almost like worry, but Katsuki couldn’t tell.

He groaned again, and then he felt something blissfully cool against his forehead, easing his headache and the unbearable heat he was trapped in. He sighed, his eyes managing to stay open now. He was in Todoroki’s arms, with Todoroki’s right hand pressed against his forehead. He remembered that Todoroki’s right side was cool, and Katsuki wanted to just sink into him.

“Wha- happen?” Katsuki said, the act of speaking a struggle it had never been before.

“You passed out.” Todoroki said, a frown tugging at his lips. “You have a fever. I’m going to take you to Recovery Girl.”

Todoroki began to push them both upwards, but Katsuki shook his head. “No! No. ‘M fine. Just… just need to sleep it off. ‘M fine.”

“You are not fine, Bakugou.” Todoroki groaned, and Katsuki could’ve sworn he heard concern and frustration in Todoroki’s voice. But that was impossible, Katsuki never got emotion from Todoroki, no matter how hard he tried. “You literally just passed out. You’re sick, Bakugou.”

“I don’t get sick.” Katsuki said, and that was completely true. Katsuki got sick so rarely that he couldn’t even remember the last time. “Be fine. Just need sleep. Don’t need help.”

“You can’t stand on your own.” Todoroki said, deadpan. Katsuki frowned at that, and he opened his mouth again, but Todoroki cut him off. “If you say you’re fine one more time, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and drag you to Recovery Girl.”

Katsuki pouted at that, and stayed silent for a moment, knowing Todoroki was just as serious with his threats as he was.

“I don’t get sick.” He repeated. “Just need to sleep this off.”

Todoroki pursed his lips again, clearly torn between what to do, before he sighed, obviously coming to a decision. “Fine. I’ll take you to your room, but only for now. I can’t tell if this is just your pride or if this is actually how your body works. If you get worse, I’m taking you to Recovery Girl no matter what you say.”

Katsuki nodded, and went to get up, pushing himself up on noodly arms. He immediately fell back into Todoroki. Thankfully, Todoroki didn’t comment on his weakness, he just wrapped Katsuki’s arm around his shoulder and pushed them both up. With Todoroki’s support, Katsuki could mostly walk, his feet dragging a little as he couldn’t raise his feet off the ground very high.

The elevator ride down to the fourth floor was silent, almost awkward. Katsuki couldn’t find the strength to say anything, but Todoroki didn’t seem to mind the silence. Right now, he just wanted his bed more than anything in the world.

Their next obstacle was Katsuki’s door, as he always locked it when he wasn’t in his room. He couldn’t remember where he put his keys at first, patting down his pockets. Suddenly a hand reached into his back pocket and he yelped a little at the surprise, his reaction was too slow, but he still hated being startled with touch. Had for a long time. Todoroki then handed him his keys, with a sheepish look on his face. “I saw them in your pocket. Thought I’d save you the trouble.”

Katsuki took the keys and opened his door, using the door handle to keep himself up, trying to keep himself upright on his own. Todoroki went to follow him in and Katsuki growled again.

“No one goes in my room.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Todoroki said, a little snippy, uncaring that he was stepping into Katsuki’s space.

Todoroki turned on the lights, and Katsuki hissed as his headache spiked, unconsciously pressing himself into the nape of Todoroki’s neck. Todoroki immediately turned the light off with a quiet “sorry.” before he started walking again.

Katsuki flopped into bed with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, but his bed was cool (he had special sheets so he wouldn’t overheat as he slept, his parents had designed them for him) and that was all that mattered to him. He rolled onto his side, felt something lift his legs into the bed, and he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow, just barely feeling a cool hand brush his sweaty bangs out of his face.

“- been asleep for a little while… nothing’s changed…”

“- not sure, Todoroki. He really doesn’t get sick that often. I think the last time was over five years ago. Even I don’t really remember.”

He knew that voice. Goddammit, he knew that voice and he went to glare at fucking useless Deku, but he was still squinting in the darkness he’d woken up in, lessening its effect. Todoroki had left the door open a little, the hall lights shining in his room far too brightly for his headache. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but his mind wasn’t as fuzzy as before. Still way too fucking hot though.

“You got fucking Deku?” Katsuki growled, refusing to admit that it sounded more like a whine.

“I didn’t know anyone else who would know how your body works when it’s sick.” Todoroki said matter-of-factly, coming back over to Katsuki’s bed. He was mostly forgiven when he put his cool hand back on Katsuki’s burning forehead, getting a soft noise Katsuki didn’t even know he made.

“Well, his parents will know, for sure.” Deku said to Todoroki. Katsuki glared harder. “I can call them, figure out where to go from here.”

Todoroki nodded.

Deku then handed Todoroki a rather big box that Katsuki surprisingly recognized. Auntie Inko knew how injured they got in training, especially since Deku wouldn’t fucking stop constantly breaking all of his bones, and had gifted him the same first aid kit that Deku held in his hands. Actually, it really wasn’t a first aid kit but a mini hospital, with so many things Katsuki didn’t know when he’d ever use some of them. (Seriously, Auntie, when was he gonna need a goddamn stethoscope?) He’d only taken it because his mother would’ve been mad if he made Auntie cry, not that he could handle her tears anyways, and, well… secretly he could appreciate the gesture. He never understood why Auntie continued to try and take care of him even though he really wanted nothing to do with her son, but he supposed that’s just how she was. Deku too, but he was way more annoying about it.

“You should take his temperature, if he’ll let you.” Deku said, still talking to Todoroki and not him. “You’ll have a way better chance with him than I will.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Katsuki shouted, immediately regretting the loudness when he made his own headache worse.

“Sorry, Kacchan.” Katsuki just glared at him, fighting off the wince he’d just given himself. “I- I’ll just go call Uncle Masaru now.”

Deku stepped out of the room, and Todoroki set the kit down onto his nightstand, digging through it with one hand, keeping his right hand on Katsuki’s forehead.

“There are three thermometers in here.” Todoroki stated, seemingly a little overwhelmed by Auntie’s overprotective nature. “And they’re all different.”

Katsuki made a noncommittal noise. Something then pushed gently at his mouth, and he turned his glare to Todoroki.

“I can’t use the other ones, I’ve been cooling you off too much.” Todoroki said, poking him again. “They won’t give accurate results. This is the only one left.”

“I can do it myself.” Katsuki said, trying to move his mouth as little as possible.

Todoroki sighed, definitely sounding frustrated. “Bakugou, will you please just put your damn pride aside for two minutes? I just want to help you. You’re my friend. Let me help you.”

This was the first he’d heard about them being friends, though he supposed he had started paying more attention to Todoroki after their supplemental classes. He hadn’t thought it had been reciprocated though. But even if they were friends now, this was something he couldn’t allow. He wasn’t weak, he didn’t need help, not even Todoroki’s.

Not even if a dark part of him wanted to accept it.

Moving his body was like trying to move through molasses, but he did eventually get his arm out from under the blanket (when did he get a blanket?) and he reached for the thermometer. Todoroki sighed, but gave it to him. This time, the silence was awkward as they waited for the thermometer to beep. He wasn’t sure why this time was so different.

Deku was the one who broke it when he came back in. He still didn’t like anyone in his room, but he didn’t have the strength to blast the fucker out, even if he did have the sweat.

“Uncle said that there’s not much we can do except keep him cool, the illness just has to run its course.” Deku frowned, trying not to talk directly to Todoroki and failing. “And. um. Auntie Mitsuki said, um, not to take any of his, uh, ‘bullshit’. Her words, not mine.”

Todoroki just nodded. Katsuki didn’t know what that meant.

Once the thermometer finally beeped, Todoroki withdrew it without asking permission. Oh, that’s what that meant. Damn hag, and damn Deku. Todoroki took everything too literally, Deku should’ve fucking translated his mother’s stupid words.

“39.27 (102.7)” The monotone was back. Katsuki felt an emotion he didn’t know how to describe, but it wasn’t pleasant. “That’s higher than I was expecting, though unsurprising.”

“Yeah, Uncle said when Kacchan gets sick, he really gets sick.”

Katsuki growled at him again, wanting to yell and blow him up but trying not to be stupid and repeat past mistakes. His head was still throbbing from the earlier shout.

“I-I-I should go, Todoroki.” Deku said, shrinking away from him. “I think I’m just making it worse. He doesn’t want me here.” No. No he didn’t. Especially since he wouldn’t stop talking about him like he wasn’t there in his own fucking room. “Do you want to come with me? I’m sure Kirishima wouldn’t mind looking after him.”

The beat in between Deku’s question and Todoroki’s answer made the emotion he had worse.

“No. I’ll keep him cool for now. It’s no trouble.” Katsuki didn’t know whether that made him happy or annoyed. God, he hated emotions, they were literally the worst. It was so much easier to just be angry all the time.

“Don’t forget to not overuse your quirk, Todoroki. Just let one of us know if you get too cold. We’ll figure something out.”

Todoroki just nodded and Deku very quickly left the room. If Katsuki was more childish like his friends, he would’ve flipped him off as he left. But Deku didn’t deserve what little energy he had, and closing the door until very little light was left was at least the decent thing to do.

“You can leave, IcyHot.” Katsuki grumbled. “I’m-mmph.” Suddenly Todoroki’s cool hand was over his mouth. Katsuki did not like that, he didn’t like anyone touching his face and it had only gotten worse since the-incident-that-shall-not-be-named. He nipped at Todoroki’s hand, and it quickly returned to his forehead, but the message to shut up was loud and clear.

“Stop saying you’re fine.” Todoroki snapped, and Katsuki thought he almost sounded angry. Katsuki didn’t know that Todoroki could even get angry. “Stop lying to me. I don’t care about your stupid pride, and I cannot understand why you won’t let it go for two seconds for your friends. I want to help you but I can’t if you won’t let me. Why won’t you let me? Do you… do you hate me?”

Grand displays of emotion were hard for him. Grand displays of emotion coming from Todoroki were another beast entirely. Katsuki had no idea how to respond to this, and if he wasn’t sick, he wouldn’t have responded to it beyond anger. But right now, with a fever he could no longer deny, his mind didn’t immediately go to the rage he used to shield him from emotions he didn’t like. It just took much energy that he didn’t have, and he hated himself for his weakness.

“No.” Was Katsuki’s response, and it was a lot more awkward than he’d wanted it to be.

“Then why won’t you stop lying to me?” Todoroki said, looking just as uncomfortable as Katsuki was. But apparently, not uncomfortable enough to shut up and let this go. “I thought you respected me, at least a little.”

Shit. Katsuki did not like letting people know when he respected them. They never responded in  a way that Katsuki liked or could handle, either acting all smug about it or like it was obvious that they deserved it. Both reactions drove Katsuki up the wall.

Thinking about this was too hard, even with the soothing coolness Todoroki was projecting. He didn’t do emotions, and everything he was feeling right now just made him even uncomfortable in his skin. He’d take the fever and headache over this any day.

“I didn’t lie to you, I’m fine by myself.” Katsuki said. “I can take care of myself.”

“Except you won’t.” Todoroki snapped again and Katsuki internally cursed at his mother for putting this idea into Todoroki’s stupid head. “Taking care of yourself would’ve been canceling our plans, or going to see Recovery Girl. You refused to do either. That’s not taking care of yourself. You couldn’t even admit to me that you weren’t feeling well after you literally passed out in my arms. You’re lucky I was there to catch you, what if you weren’t with me? What if it happened when you’d stepped into the hall and I hadn’t followed you? You might’ve gotten a concussion or worse. If you don’t hate me, then why can’t you let me care about you?”

Katsuki unconsciously curled a little into himself, his quills puffing up, ready to lash out at any moment. His head hurt, and even with the frosty air Todoroki was creating he was on fire, he just couldn’t deal with this right now. Being sick for the first time in years was already way too much for him, he’d never felt so shitty in his life, and having fucking Todoroki of all people see him this weak made him so uncomfortable he didn’t have a word for it. Katsuki didn’t understand why Todoroki was so upset, and thinking about it hurt his head too much. He didn’t even have an answer for Todoroki. He didn’t have an answer when his friends asked him the same question after they were fed up with his insistence on independence and refusing to accept their help. He’d learned the hard way that sometimes he had to depend on other people, but that hadn’t made it any easier to deal with. So he’d rather just not deal with it at all.

After a fair amount of silence, Todoroki just sighed, sounding resigned. This was the most emotion Katsuki had seen out of Todoroki since he’d met the bastard. Katsuki thought that was very rude, and he should’ve gotten this a lot earlier. Though, he could do without the annoyance and anger. “You should get some sleep, Bakugou.”

Well, now he was purposefully not gonna do that, even though he was exhausted. Once spite was activated there was no stopping it. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Then stop being an idiot.” Todoroki hissed.

Katsuki glared at Todoroki but it didn’t matter since Todoroki still wasn’t looking at him, only straight ahead.

“Don’t fucking insult me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want, thanks.” Todoroki said, matching his energy. “Since that’s all you do, I get to do it too.”

“Oh fuck you!” Katsuki snapped, absolutely done with this stupid bastard, throwing his own words in his face was the last straw. “Get the fuck out of my room! Leave me the fuck alone!”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Fine.”

Todoroki ripped his hand away from Katsuki’s forehead and stood sharply. He walked out without another word, and Katsuki expected the door to slam and prepared himself for it. But Todoroki caught it just before it did, and he closed the door quietly behind him.

Katsuki stared at the door for a moment, almost in disbelief. Todoroki never got angry, let alone to this extreme. He thought even Deku hadn’t seen that before, the damn nerd would’ve said something. Even though Katsuki liked antagonizing Todoroki, liked seeing if he could get the bastard to show emotion, even if it was negative emotions, this didn’t… this didn’t make him feel good. The emotion he hadn’t been able to describe twisted in his gut, making his chest hurt in a way that it never had before. He wanted to get Todoroki riled up, it’s why he talked to him the way he did, the way he purposely tried to push the bastard’s buttons, that was his end goal. He wanted to see Todoroki show some sort of emotion, any sort of emotion.

So why did that make him feel so shitty?

Getting what he wanted never made him feel bad in the past. It was a point of pride for him that he basically always got what he wanted, that he’d earned what he’d wanted. Katsuki was always so sure of himself, he always knew what he wanted, and he did everything he could to get it.

Was this… actually what he wanted? Somehow, he didn’t think so. Which never happened, Katsuki always knew what he wanted, and he never regretted anything. (Well, he regretted a few things but he never let himself think about them so that was basically the same thing.) But the more the silence of the room echoed in his ears, the more he regretted saying any of those things, and not just because he’d lost the hand that had been keeping his headache at a somewhat manageable level. The icepick in his head only seemed to make his actions seem worse, and Katsuki did not like that. Even though he knew he was an asshole with no filter, and no intent on getting one, this felt like he’d gone too far. He’d gone too far a couple of times in his life, and this felt worse than all of them.

With the door closed, heat was starting to build up in his room, and the blanket that he still didn’t know how he got was kicked around to his legs. His hand flopped around to his nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the remote for his ac unit. He turned it down several degrees, and didn’t have the energy to put it back. His hand just fell to his bed, and his eyes closed on their own accord. Even though he’d wanted to stay up to spite Todoroki, despite the fact that he couldn’t remember why anymore, his body just started to shut down on its own. At least sleep would be a reprieve from the overwhelming pain in his chest and his head, so he surrendered to the thick haze of sleep and hoped he’d wake up without this agony.

Blood. Blood and screams and death and fear. Katsuki spun around, lost and scared, wanting to run but unsure of where he could run to. Screams rang in his ears from all directions, each one different yet full of the same agony. Each one echoed their pain into his heart, overwhelming him with emotions he couldn’t handle. Unable to take anymore, his legs took off running without thinking, his chest heaving as the torturous screams pierced his chest.

He skidded to a stop as an image flashed in his mind, his own scream blending into the background. Deku’s body was still crackling with energy, his green lightning dying as Deku lay still. His arms and legs were both black, bent in horrific ways, and Katsuki’s stomach lurched as his gaze finally landed on Deku’s chest. His ribs had pierced through his skin, his chest cavity a mess of blood and bone, surprise still written on Deku’s lax face, his green eyes dull and lifeless. Again, Katsuki’s legs took off without his consent, tears streaming down Katsuki’s face as nausea built in his stomach.

His arms flailed as he slipped on something wet and sticky, crashing into some sort of small building. Looking up, Katsuki screamed again, seeing Kirishima spread eagle across the top, his head hanging down, his neck brutally slit open, dripping blood into the fiery red hair he was so famous for. Katsuki slipped again in his haste to get up, realizing with a sickening jolt that he was slipping on Kirishima’s blood.

“Make it stop.” Katsuki sobbed. “Make it stop.”

He finally got up again, only to freeze in place. In front of him was Ashido, lying in a heap, her neck bone protruding from her skin as her head twisted the other way. As more and more tears spilled down his cheeks, he turned and turned and turned. Jirou, her own earphones wrapped around her red, raw neck. Sero hanging from his own tape, his limp hands still stuck from trying to free himself. Kaminari’s head soaked, water still dripping from his motionless mouth. His world began to spin, and he crashed to the ground, curling into a ball.

“Make it stop.” Katsuki covered his ears and shut his eyes, trying to block it all out. “Please, make it stop.”

The world went silent.

Katsuki warily opened his eyes. Vast ground filled only with empty space. He was too scared to try and speak, terrified that the death and screams and blood would come back. No matter where he looked, all he found was emptiness until he came across Todoroki, laying on the ground too, facing away from him.

He crawled over hesitantly, his mouth moving to speak Todoroki’s name but his vocal cords refused to make any noise. Katsuki’s hand hovered over Todoroki’s body for a moment, not seeing anything on his red side. Maybe he was just unconscious? His hand finally landed on Todoroki’s arm, frowning as it was cool. No, no, his red was his fire side, he should’ve been warm. His hand jerked as he pulled it back, causing Todoroki to roll over.

Katsuki screamed again, his voice laden with agony as Todoroki’s head lolled to the side. His white side had completely disappeared, charred to ash, his skin covered in burns matching the scar on his face. He cowered away, his hands dragging him away from Todoroki’s dead body. He slipped again, curling back into a ball, sobbing.

Everyone he had ever cared about was gone, and Katsuki was alone. Emptiness beat in his ears, the silence louder than any of the screams had been. His sobs echoed across the vastness, his breath the only other sound. He longed for his friends, wanted someone to still be with him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That he would have more than himself to keep him company, to make him smile just a little, to make him let out a breathy laugh. To watch with amusement as they did something stupid, being far too noticeable when he was socially awkward with his stupid confused face, silently sitting with him when they knew he wanted company but couldn’t take any more noise. Grabbing him in one arm hugs, ruffling his hair and dodging when he swatted at them, squishing him when they were all crammed together in too small of a space to fit all of them. He wanted that back, he wanted them back so badly, he’d do anything.

“Anything, huh?” The back of his neck burned, and he was lifted off the ground. He writhed in the grip, sludge rising from the ground to latch onto his body, forcing him into submission.

“No, no, please, stop!” Katsuki wailed, the sludge only growing stronger, binding his body in muck. The heat on the back of his neck increased, and another hand forced his head forward, his eyes only able to focus on Todoroki’s lifeless body. “Not like this, not like this!”

“Aw, I thought you said ‘anything’.” The voice taunted. “Don’t you love them? Wouldn’t you do anything for them? You know we have an offer for you, you remember our last one.”

“Can’t.” Katsuki wanted to shake his head, but the grip was too strong. “Won’t betray them.”

“Then die with them.”

Katsuki couldn’t move, his entire body now encased in the sludge, could barely talk as the goo began to tease at going in his mouth and down his throat. 

“Not again.” Katsuki gasped, feeling the horrid taste of the sludge as it crept slowly, maliciously, into his mouth. “Please not again.”

A mocking laugh, and then the sludge forced itself down his throat, cutting off his air. Katsuki panicked, writhing with great strength, but useless, so uselessly. The world spun one last time as he grew dizzy from hypoxia, and he fell into darkness with taunting laughter echoing around him.

Katsuki jolted up in bed, a silent scream on his lips. His eyes rolled at the heat of his room, just as dizzy as he was in his fever induced nightmare, practically seeing the waves of heat energy radiating from his furniture, his walls. He had to cool down. If he didn’t cool down, he thought he was going to die, his body melting into his bed.

His room had a shower. The door was right there. He just had to get there, the water could cool him down. He pushed himself up, his arms too shaky to hold him for long. Maneuvering his body was like trying to walk straight in a gyroscope. He stepped forward with his left foot, shaking as he stood, desperately trying to go forward. His right foot was next, but it was still tangled up in the blanket of unknown origin. He tried to pull it free, but another strong bout of dizziness sent him tumbling to the floor.

The world faded in and out as he lay on the floor, his arms trying to push himself up, but he crashed back down every time. He just didn’t have the strength to get up, the attempts draining what little he had until he just gave up. His vision flickered in and out, his sweat soaking into his carpet, his heart carrying agony all over his body, igniting each nerve with a bonfire, his head pounding like a thunderstorm’s rage.

“Sorry to disturb you…”

“Eh, no worries, Todoroki. If Bakubro needs me, then I’m there, no matter what.”

Even though the door was closed, Katsuki could still hear the voices through it. The dorm walls carried sound better than any speaker.

His door quietly creaked open, driving another spike of pain into his head. “Bakugou? Hey man, are you- oh shit!”

Light blinded him for a moment, before he felt a cold arm heave him up, cradling him in iciness. He whimpered, the sudden shock of frigidity making him wince. A warmer hand came to his forehead before jerking back with a hiss.

“He’s burning up.” Kirishima gasped, cursing again.

“Kirishima, get Recovery Girl.” Todoroki ordered, taking charge of the situation. “I’m gonna try to cool him down.”

Kirishima nodded, his face set in his ‘serious mode’. His best friend should’ve been a comfort, but seeing Kirishima’s frown and furrowed brow just made him a little scared. Kirishima was one of the smiliest people he’d ever met, and Katsuki always told him that his face would get stuck like that. It was always laughed off, bringing out that same smile, which always made Katsuki roll his eyes. But he still liked seeing it, and when it was missing, Katsuki didn’t like it, not one bit.

“Don’t use your quirk, use his shower.” Kirishima said, standing. “Anything lower than room temperature is too cold, you’ll send him into shock.”

Todoroki just nodded, and Katsuki wondered if he’d already known that, or if his temperature regulation thing kept him from getting fevers. Kirishima bolted out the door, his steps thudding down the hall then the stairs.

Another arm came to his knees, and he was lifted into the air. His vision swirled again, able to tell he was moving but unable to process anything else. His legs were gently placed on the ground, but then the sound of a massive waterfall assaulted him and he turned back into the soft, wintry physique. But then he was pulled away from it, and he didn’t know whether that felt good or bad. The waterfall then disappeared, and he saw that Todoroki had switched the tap to shower.

The arm came back to his knees, and another dizzying bit of motion finished with water pelting at him, as he was pressed against something that didn’t feel hot or cold. Even though the water droplets were needle-sharp, they were cool, and Katsuki sank into it, feeling the water soothe the bonfire under his skin. He wasn’t sure how long he was under the spray before his mind finally cleared enough to focus on his surroundings. Katsuki was laying against Todoroki, who was holding him up by his waist, in Katsuki’s shower. Katsuki decided to be embarrassed about this later, when he didn’t feel so shitty and when Todoroki wasn’t keeping him from drowning in his own shower.

“‘roki?” Katsuki groaned, his voice weak and quiet. But thankfully Todoroki still heard him.

“Yes, Bakugou?”

“I don’ feel so good.” Katsuki said, looking up at Todoroki. He must’ve looked like a drowned cat, his hair soaked and stuck to his forehead, his clothes soaked to the skin, his skin showing through his white tank top, Katsuki didn’t think he’d ever looked so pathetic in his life.

“No shit.” Todoroki muttered grumpily. “You couldn’t have said that a few hours ago?”

Katsuki ducked his head a little, his cheeks were already flushed but the pink got a little stronger. “Couldn’t. Can’t be weak. Specially not in front of you.”

That made Todoroki pause, and then meet his eye again. “Me?”

Katsuki nodded shakily.

“Why?” Todoroki breathed, the shower louder than both of their voices.

“Because… you’re so strong.” Katsuki mumbled, the fever that still raged within him loosening his tongue. If he were coherent, he’d rather be caught dead than saying shit like this, but he was still so hot and the water felt so good and his mind felt so worn thin that he just kept talking. “Noticed the first day I saw you. Never met anyone like you. Stronger than me. Pissed me off.”

Todoroki scoffed. “Of course it would.” a sigh. “But why would that mean you can’t be ‘weak’ around me?”

“Weakness doesn’t get notice. ‘N like that. Wanted notice.”

There was another beat of silence. Katsuki turned his head into Todoroki’s cooler side, using him as an ice pack for his still aching head.

“Are you saying that you thought I wouldn’t notice you if I thought you were weak?” Todoroki murmured, his voice low and uncertain.

His body was starting to get wracked with tremors, but he managed a nod through it. He couldn’t tell if he was shivering or shaking, just feeling his body vibrate, and the bonfire inside him was starting to win the battle against the water. His body went limp as the fire began to consume him, his eyes rolling around in his head.

“I, I… Bakugou? Bakugou, what’s wrong? Bakugou!” Todoroki’s voice jumped in emotion, in worry, but Katsuki could no longer differentiate the emotions. Todoroki was little more than a red and white blur now, Katsuki’s world spinning faster than a top, black spots dotting his vision, growing larger with each rotation. His mind lost all sense of reality, darkness swirling around him like a maelstrom. Voices again rang in his ears, but he couldn’t distinguish one from another.

“-hear me? Bakugou, can you hear me?”

“He was talking a minute ago, but…”

“-unresponsive -get him to the infirmary- covery girl can- hurry…”

Someone grabbed his arms, hauling him into the air, and the sudden movement had him blacking out entirely, falling into the black hole the maelstrom had created.

~~

Consciousness was murky, muddying his perception into something unintelligible as he slipped in and out of the darkness always on the edge of his mind. He wasn’t sure how long it took for his mind to clear, but the longer time went on, he sluggishly began to become more aware of his surroundings. He discovered new pain in his hand, but the agony in his head had subsided a great deal, though it wasn’t entirely gone. He was laying on something familiar but uncomfortable, his body propped up against it. To his immense relief, he found that he wasn’t on fire for the first time in what felt like days. 

Dazedly, he opened his eyes, immediately squinting at the bright overhead lights. It took him a minute to adjust, but the light didn’t increase his headache much, so he managed easily enough. White walls came into focus, along with cool, white sheets on the bed he couldn’t remember getting in, with a light blue canvas on his chest. He pulled lightly at it, confused, and pulled his hand up to his vision. No wonder it hurt, there was an IV stabbed through his hand, drawing out a noise of discomfort. He felt like he hadn’t slept in years, his mind struggling to keep up with the world around him.

Footsteps had his head immediately turning, his instincts sharper than any discombobulation, and he made another discovery, movement didn’t make him dizzy anymore. But that didn’t answer the question of what had happened, but the old woman walking towards him at least contributed to it. He knew this room, this was the infirmary, but he couldn’t remember how he got here.

“Ah, young Bakugou, I was wondering when you’d come back to us.” The old bat said, sounding far too cheerful.

He frowned at her, trying and failing to process her words in time as Recovery Girl walked up to his bed. His head still swam in uncertainty, cognizance lagging out like one of his friends’ video games. She stood on one of her little step-stools, coming up to his level, patting his hand gently before putting something uncomfortable in his ear. He groaned, attempting to turn away, but she cupped his cheek, gently but firmly keeping him in place.

“Keep still, it’s alright.” Her voice was as gentle as her hand, but that didn’t soothe him much. “Just a few seconds more.”

A quiet beeping and she kept her word. “38.44 (101.2). Much better, considering you came in at 40.5 (104.9). Any higher and you might’ve had permanent brain damage.”

Oh shit. That was bad. That was very bad. A brief flash of fear ran up his spine, a spike of anxiety panging in his stomach.

“Wha’ happ’n?” Katsuki asked, his voice hoarse from disuse.

“A stress fever.” She replied, handing him a little paper cup of water. His hand was shaking a little as he took it, but he kept her help to a minimum. “Unsurprising, considering the amount of stress you all are under, you especially. Normally, they’re not an issue, and they fade rather quickly, but you’re a special case. As you know, your sweat can’t cool you down like most people so you’re easily affected by fevers. Since you didn’t come to me, or do anything to reduce it, your fever just worsened and worsened until your body couldn’t take it anymore. You’re very lucky that Todoroki and Kirishima found you when they did.”

Jumbled memories came to the forefront of his mind, of Kirishima’s voice in his room, a hand on his forehead, of Todoroki carrying him, holding him as they lay in the shower. Fuck, that was embarrassing, and the chastising Recovery Girl was giving just made him feel even worse.

“Didn’t notice.” He said, needing to defend himself, his pride leaving him unable to do anything less. After all, it wasn’t like he’d done this on purpose. He may hate being in this damn room, but he wasn’t stupid enough to not seek medical help when he was seriously sick. He just honestly hadn’t noticed something was wrong until it was too late. He’d dealt with plenty of hot and uncomfortable days before so he thought yesterday had been no different. “Not til af’r dinner. Don’t get sick.”

“Yes, young Midoriya said that.” Recovery Girl sighed. “As did your parents when I called them. They said since they’re currently in Madrid, they’d do their best, but the flight home is rather long, even without layovers. Hopefully, by the time they do get here, you’ll be fever free.”

Well, his day just got a lot worse. Katsuki hated it when his parents had to pick him up from school. He didn’t need his parents to come and fuss over him, he wasn’t a baby.

His unhappiness must’ve shown on his face, since Recovery Girl just tutted at him. “Give them a break, you gave them quite a scare. You’ve gotten very good at that.”

Katsuki huffed, definitely not pouting.

“Really, I should’ve expected something like this to happen.” She muttered. He cocked his head in confusion. “It’s been a week since I’ve had one of you in here, and if someone from 1A isn’t in here, something is very wrong.”

He had to admit, that seemed like solid logic. He was classmates with the biggest dumbasses he’d ever met, and they were all klutzy and accident prone, and that was off the battlefield.

“Speaking of your classmates,” ah hell, what do those idiots want now? “when you’re feeling up to it, you’ll have plenty of visitors.”

Oh fuck no, he was not doing that. His classmates were so emotional, crying and pitying and all sorts of terrible shit he hated being around. He got uncomfortable when one of his friends was upset, he couldn’t take the whole class. Leaving before Recovery Girl said he could sounded like a much better option. He’d rather get yelled at than deal with all of his dumbasses.

“Try to get out of this bed and I’ll sedate you.” Recovery Girl said bluntly. Katsuki deflated, miserably becoming resigned to his fate. Obviously, this was just going to be one of the shittiest days of his life and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“I’ll keep them from overwhelming you.” She said sympathetically, patting his hand again, and that was at least something. Normally, he would’ve snapped that he didn’t need her pity, but he could tell it wasn’t pity. He didn’t quite know what it was, but anything was better than pity. “But for right now, you should get some sleep. Let your body’s natural processes heal you. I’d much rather have your body heal itself, I don’t like how high a dosage of fever reducer I have to give you to help you fight this. I want to take you off that as soon as I can.”

Ah, that explained the IV, and why his mind wasn’t working right. He’d seen his idiot friends on too much cold medicine before, he’d just never experienced it himself until now. It was a lot more disconcerting than he would’ve thought. Next time, he’d have to watch more closely when one of his idiots got sick, this fucking sucked.

Sleep did sound like a fantastic idea, though. Keeping up with this conversation was taking far too much energy than it should’ve, and Katsuki was just fucking done. Even better, if he slept the rest of the day away, he could avoid all of the extras and idiots who wanted to ‘visit’ him and annoy him with their presence. The medication was no doubt keeping his spite under control, as when Recovery Girl stepped down to do other shit he didn’t give a fuck about, he could just close his eyes and let the exhaustion that been on the edge of his mind since he woke up take him without much resistance.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #no.2 #no.3 #no.7 #no.13 #no.15 #swooning #thermometer #delirium #make it stop #can you hear me #cold compress #I'm fine #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #sick bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #kirishima eijirou #todobaku #fever #fever dream #also on ao3

[bkdkficrecs]

Hello you! I have recently gotten back into bnha and this is a list of some of my favorite bkdk fics I have ever read to start this blog off right! I was even able to dig up an old fic I lost years ago! Let me know if you have any rec requests.

All the fics in this rec list have 2 things in common!

They are completed fics.

They are beautifully written.

Now, now, off you go and get reading!

Vicious - feelslikefire | (13/13)

Kudos: 11,422 | Bookmarks: 3320 | Word Count: 105,173 | 18+

Tags: Aged-up, Original Characters, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BDSM, Mutual Pining, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

(Or: Midoriya and Bakugou pretend to be Fake Married, join a cult, start having sex, and learn not to suck as partners, not necessarily in that order.)"

In Another Life - @hollyandvice | (1/1)

Kudos: 2,288 | Bookmarks: 727 | Word Count: 44,427

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Past Character Death, Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, Disabled Character, Resentment, Secrets, Grief/Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Unhealthy Relationship Expectations, Future Fic

Katsuki's never been one for gentle words, but from the wild panic in Deku's face, he knows this is the time for it.

"Deku—" The weapon presses a little harder against Katsuki's forehead and he stops, getting his bearings. "Fine. Midoriya, then. Look. I'm not going to hurt you. I swear. I'm just looking for some answers I'm hoping you can provide."

After a battle gone awry leaves Katsuki stranded, he seeks out one of the few people he really trusts: Deku. Except when he finds his hero partner, he looks completely different, and the first thing he does is put a gun to Katsuki's forehead. So that's different.

Canon-divergent future fic where Katsuki gets sent to a parallel universe during a villain battle. One where Izuku's a cop instead of a pro hero, and Katsuki himself has been dead since middle school. In a world that's different enough to be strange and similar enough to be familiar, Katsuki does whatever it takes to find his way home.

Improbable - @minervahopebeyond | (33/33)

Kudos: 3658 | Bookmarks: 793 | Word Count: 75,362

Tags: Anonymity, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Bakusquad, Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Pining, Mutual Pining, Angsy with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, 20 Questions, Miscommunication, Fluff, Past KiriBaku, Codenames, Aged-Up, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Sex, No Smut, AU - Canon Divergence

Izuku has been talking to Stranger for about six months now and he’s only been crushing on him for like half of that.

Or

Deku and Bakugou met anonymously in a discord about Quirk Theory, became somewhat friends, and now they talk almost 24/7 without having a clue that they’re literally living under the same roof.

Criminals With Benefits - ImAWhale, kornspiracy | (35/35)

Kudos: 1555 | Bookmarks: 424 | Word Count: 182,353 | 18+

Tags: AU - Heist, Slow Burn, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Very minor Kacchako, Past Kacchako, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Top Midoriya Izuku, Artist Midoriya Izuku, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Uraraka Ochako, Organized Crime, Criminal Midoriya Izuku, Criminal Bakugou Katsuki, Porn With Plot, Bisexual Bakugou Katsuki, Attempted Sexual Assault, French, Unreliable Narrator, Medicinal Drug-Use, Self-Medicaiton, Drug Abuse, Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Mating Cycles/In Heat

When Bakugou's suppressants get swapped for sugar pills at the very start of their heist, several things become clear: That their competition is sabotaging him and his team, and that they know he's an omega. It isn't long before the rest of the team finds out—

Primarily, their team leader, Midoriya.

———

tl;dr Porn with an aggressive Oceans/Carmen San Diego plot involving stealing back stolen art, forgery, sUSPENSE, INTRIGUE, ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS, and A WILD HEIST IN PARIS.

*note: I have tagged the tumblrs of the authors I've listed if they seem to have been active within recent months, If not the authors name links to their ao3 page.

#bakudeku #bkdk ao3 #bkdk #my hero academia #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #read on ao3 #ao3 link #bkdkficrecs #bakudeku fic rec #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #these are some of the best fics I have read in a very long time. so excited to rec them! #fic rec #fic rec blog

[kiyoobi]

we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe // k.bakugou  II

Rating: MA

Pairing(s): Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader, Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy angst, emotional cheating, major character death, smut, body horror/graphic injuries, trauma, ptsd, sinkhole accident, medical trauma, hospital scenes 

wc: 10k

Summary: dun dun DUUUUUUUUUN

a/n: hi hi! welcome to my second part. sorry it's late lmao, but i work full time and i do be getting tired lol. my ao3 is linked so show some love, and pls reblog and like and comment! yell at me! talk to me! and as always,

minors dni

-(-)-

To anyone who grew up for years without having a soulmate, and might possibly have one suddenly (and especially someone who already has one), there’s only one place to go to. 

The internet. 

For hours you scrolled through forums, looking for answers. No one so far has spoken about your experience being shared. From what you’ve researched, no one has ever not had a soulmate and then suddenly have one. To be honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure that Bakugou is actually yours your soulmate. You see him in your dreams, sure. That’s the first checkmark. But what everyone has ever told you, the absolute feeling of just knowing they’re yours and being drawn to them, it’s been unclear. Yeah, coincidentally you see him a lot. But your agencies are close by and he’s a top five hero. Everywhere you read, all the forums you’ve filtered through, none of them are helping you. 

What you read only made the anxiety in your belly gnaw deeper in you. There’s been cases of soulmates already belonging to another, they call it the Triangle Phenomenon. You scour through the countless cases of these love triangles, heart wrenching as you read the hopeless telling their stories. Eventually it’s too depressing, the salt of your tears sting the back of your throat and there’s a piercing migraine behind your eyes now. 

You decide to just go to sleep for the first time in weeks. 

-(-)-

Ocean waves. It’s all you can see. Pastel waters, glimmering under the sunrise. You can feel the waves lapping at your ankles, the smell of salt in the wind whips through your hair. 

Seagulls cry around you as you stare down the waves. Before, you would look at the ocean and think of no one. There’s an old wives tale that says that your true love will be the one you think when you look at the ocean. An immense beauty, who else would you think of? You stare at the ocean, your feet sinking into the  sand. 

You didn’t have anyone you were desperately and embarrassingly in love with, you never thought of anyone. Not even your fiancé. 

You feel someone step next to you, cursing under their breath when the waves crash too high against their legs. 

It’s him again. 

You turn away, not wanting to confirm what you already know. 

Your heart cries out apologies. 

-(-)-

You wake up with tears dotting the corners of your eyes again, a heavy arm is wrapped around your waist and you forget what it was that you were dreaming. 

There’s an email on your work computer from Fatgum’s agency, offering you to join their team as a lead sidekick with a contract that’ll guarantee you debuting as a pro-hero. It’s not uncommon that low ranking heroes start over as sidekicks, you’ve even seen them succeed. It’s humiliating for you though.  You were doing so well, you were rising in the ranks before you met Tamaki and then you felt that fire start to smolder. What happened to you?  Before you can even stop yourself, you delete the offer before finding the email over and start the application. All despite what your heart tells you. 

-(-)-

You’re aching as he stretches you out. It’s been so long since you and him have been together like this, his cock stroking against your insides and his hands tight on your hips. It feels good, you almost even miss it. Tamaki huffs and moans quietly as he thrusts, whispering “I love you’s” that you can’t bring yourself to say back. 

Your mind wanders, and you think how much you want to stop. Yet you can’t stop your hands from gripping his shoulders, your hips rise to meet his and you let out soft mewls. The pressure of fire in your belly rises and it all feels amazing, it feels amazing, it feels amazing, it feels so amazing you can’t help but moan that over and over again in his ear. Are you trying to convince yourself? 

You want to stop. But you’re so lonely. Your body betrays you, your hands grip tighter and you stay quiet. 

-(-)-

It’s in the room with you. You’re hiding, hands covering your mouth as you try to control your breathing. 

It groans and whines, it’s garbling shocks fear down to the marrow of your bones. 

It’s tall, ten feet high with sticky, grey skin. It’s looking for you. 

All around there’s mirrors, you don’t know how or why but you know that if you catch it’s eyes in the reflection you’re a goner. Don’t let it see you, don’t look at it or it will-

It screams and you struggle to keep quiet as sobs start to rock through you. It walks through the dark room on its tiptoes, three claws tap the hardwood floor, hunching over trying to find you. From the corner of your eyes, you watch it slip away. You lose track of it when it’s suddenly quiet in the room, the buzz of horror still sweltering around your ears. You want to keep looking for it, you whip your head around and regret it. It’s behind you, waiting for you to make the fatal mistake of looking directly at it. 

A heavy hand covers your eyes, calloused and warm. “Don’t move.” 

Sputtering out cries, you both move backwards blindly outside the room. You don’t look at your savior, your mind races at what could’ve been if he hadn’t been there. Remembering yourself, you turn to face him with grateful tears and a quivering lip. Everything about him is familiar, and you open your mouth to say his name with relief sweet on your tongue-

“Katsuki,” your words are slurred with thick sleep still. 

-(-)-

The nightmares don’t stop. 

-(-)-

Weeks in and you’re doing phenomenal for a sidekick. You pretend it doesn’t bother you, that you don’t notice how your smile never reaches your eyes and how you’re brimming with restlessness. You’ve picked up horrible habits, drinking coffee when it’s three in the morning and smoking cigarettes on your balcony, fingers drumming against the railing as you pretend that you’re not hiding from your dreams.  Tamaki notices, of course he notices. He isn’t sure what to do with you, and as much as you feel bad for him, you don’t do anything to help calm his nerves. He sits with you, on the balcony, pretending to not mind the smell of your chain smoking. His hands are always tight around your waist, almost as if he’s afraid you might just jump.  At least with your new job posting, you use your quirk more. You use it so much that you’ve started being told to quit it. Pull your punches. Don’t go overboard. It’s never to say that you shouldn’t do your job, but with all the recent trips to the medics in your new agency building, needless to say that everyone is starting to get concerned for you. Sleep deprivation and a nicotine habit isn’t a great look apparently.  Tamaki is positive though, he holds your hand (metaphorically when you’re having rounds) and smiles encouragingly. It riddles you deep with guilt, watching how much he tries to make you happy and seeing him fail to realize that you can’t ever be when everyone is telling you to not stand so tall. 

You’re the sun. Not him. 

And yet you’re still hiding in his shadows. 

He brings you on cases, you both eat meals together now. You both go home together. Longing for a home that doesn’t exist.

You wake up together. You both pretend that your dreams aren’t haunting you. 

-(-)-

As soon as you see his blonde hair, you turn away. You can’t even enjoy the beach now, the sunset sky and the lavender waves taunt you as you walk away from it. 

He never goes after you. He never tries to speak to you. You pretend to not notice the pain in his eyes as you leave him again. He pretends to not see the tears in your eyes. 

There’s a lot of pretending lately. 

-(-)-

It’s in the room with him. He’s hiding, hands covering his mouth as he tries to control his breathing. 

It groans and whines, its garbling shocks fear down to the marrow of his bones. It’s tall, ten feet high with sticky, grey skin. It’s looking for him, Katsuki realizes in horror.

All around there’s mirrors,  Bakugou doesn't know how or why but he knows that if he catches its eyes in the reflection he’s a goner. Don’t let it see him, don’t look at it or it will-

It screams and Bakugou’s fingers dig into his thighs as he struggles to keep still. Every nerve is on fire, the hairs on the back of his neck stand and he swears this could be the end. It walks through the dark room on its tiptoes, three claws tap the hardwood floor, hunching over trying to find him. 

From the corner of his eyes, he watches it slip away. Katsuki loses track of it when it’s suddenly quiet in the room, the buzz of horror still sweltering around his ears. He wants to keep looking for it, but when he whips his head around, he instantly regrets it. It’s behind Katsuki, waiting for him to make the fatal mistake of looking directly at it. 

A hand covers his eyes, soft and warm. “Don’t move.” 

Bakugou reaches behind him and squeezes at their hip as they both move out of the room blindly, careful to not bump into any of the furniture. Sweet relief, it’s cold and light on his tongue like the iced tea he and father used to drink during the summer.

As soon as the door closes, lock latched, the monster screaming in frustration at losing once again, Bakugou turns to face them. 

“Bambi, what would I do without you?” He grins. 

“Had to repay you for all that saving you’ve done for me,” you respond. 

-(-)-

Tamaki helps you kick your little cigarette habit. You didn’t even smoke for that long, and you tell yourself this as your knee bounces under your desk and you stare at your work computer. Heroes filter in and out, taking smoke breaks. You notice it more now, how everyone smokes. God, are you talking about smoking too much?  You stick another nicotine patch under the sleeve of your costume. 

One night after a long shift, you’re caught atop of a bridge overlooking the local park. You don’t really know how you missed the sounds of his heavy boots, but after this particularly dreadful shift, who can blame you? 

“You know those things can kill people right?” His voice makes you jump out of your skin, dropping the lit cigarette from between your fingers. 

With a heavy, defeated sight, you rub the toe of your thick boot over it and glare at Katsuki. “Yeah and? Do you make it a habit of sneaking up on people or do you save that for scaring the shit out of everyone?”

His eyebrows furrow at your tone and Bakugou leans against the bridge railing with you. He crosses his arms, one still in its compression sleeve but now it’s orange instead of black, and unintentionally (allegedly) showing off his thick ropes of muscle. You both watch the river lazily making its way through the park. Bakugou scoffs when you reach for another cigarette from its pack and snatches it away from your hands, ignoring your annoyed cries. 

“The fuck did I just say?” He knocks his knuckles against your temple softly before holding out his hand expectedly. For a moment you hesitate, not knowing his intentions and you panic that others will see his silent offer to hold your hand. 

“Give it, dumbass, or else I’ll just take it from you.” His eyes glance at the carton box in your hands and your cheeks warm. Soundlessly, you hand it over. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

“Liar.” How did he know that? you wonder. Witch.

You ponder over if you should just keep up the act of pretending, but the mere thought of telling one more lie today exhausts you even further. “We lost a civilian today. A kid.” Flashes of his face burn through your retinas, his horror as you both realize that you and the rest of the heroes were too late. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping the tears won’t come just yet. 

“I heard,” his voice is lower and softer now. Katsuki’s hands fiddle with the carton box and you think back to the days in class, watching him spin and twirl his pencils around his fingers with ease. You paid a lot more attention to him than you thought. “Where’s Elf Ears?”

“Still in the field, he sent me home.” Your fingers itch to grab the box back, your nerves are fried and you need anything to calm them. Instead you watch his hands, rhythmically opening and closing the box as he gets lost in thought. 

“What, he thinks you can’t handle a casualty?” I can’t, you almost say. But what then, were all those years of training for? You were all trained to handle these things, you all had the psych rotations on how to deal with the heaviness and loss that comes with the job. 

“I think he's doing what he thinks is best for me,” you answer carefully. Instead of looking at the man next to you, you keep your eyes ahead of you and watch the sunset over the park. The sunlight streaks through the leaves with gold.

“What do you think is best for you?” Bakugou challenges. 

“To go back out there and work,” you answer honestly, finally looking over at him.

“Then let’s go save some extras.” His devilish grin only grows wider when you roll your eyes. 

-(-)-

He wanted to make sure you found Tamaki again, wanting you to reunite with your fiancé and teammate so you can continue your mission. But other heroes cross your paths and stop Dynamite, insisting that he helped with a red zone instead. It’s only for a split second, but you catch his hesitance. He glances at you, but you reassure him you’re fine. Katsuki leaves, still apprehensive.  You take in the scene again, alone now. 

A massive sinkhole taking up nearly three blocks and taking down all the buildings into it along with hundreds of civilians if not thousands. It's a disaster everywhere. Sounds of sirens, screaming, crying, water rushing through broken pipes, it’s overwhelming. Pure chaos.  You think of the little boy, hope gone from his expression as you and the other sidekicks try to think of a way to get the collapsed building off his body. He didn’t cry, you remember. The most you could do was hold his hand, wait until a hero could help or for the medic to arrive. 

“What are you doing here??”  You turn and find Tamaki panicking at your presence on scene again, quickly he pulls you away from the sinkhole and examines you.  “Are you hurt, are you okay?” His hands cup your cheeks and you pull away, agitated. 

“I’m fine, Tama.” You hold out your arms placatingly. He's beyond panicked, actually, you realize. Tamaki is scared. 

“You have to evacuate, that's an order. We just got more intel that this is a lot more unstable than we first thought.”

“I can’t stay home and do nothing while everyone does what we were trained for. Where can I help-?” A massive explosion knocks you both down, shaking the ground beneath you. There’s a horrifying realization that the sinkhole is widening, two seconds too late. You feel Tamaki’s arms wrap around you, cushioning the blow of falling three stories down. The wind is knocked out from his lungs and you hear his back break beneath you. 

He mumbles something, too low for you to hear. “What? What’d you say??” 

“Are you okay?” He croaks. There’s a whine of metal grinding against metal, interrupting you both. Looking up you see an ambulance that used to be just behind you both, is now slowly gliding down metal piping, destined to crush you both if you don’t move. It’s pitch black down in the sinkhole, with the exception of the revolving red and blue emergency lights from the vehicle above you both. 

“Tamaki we need to go,” you struggle to move off him. There’s a shearing pain in your dominant arm, and you realize it’s broken in at least two places. A step forward and you quickly see your thigh has a piece of metal pipe piercing through. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Tama, Tama baby please.” You stumble onto your knees, crying out as you feel the pipe tear through your muscle. 

More grinding metal, high-pitched and screeching louder as the ambulance threatens to fall faster. Tamaki screams as you try to move him, every second you know the risk of him being paralyzed forever skyrockets. You use all your strength to try and lift even one of his legs and arms, screaming together as you both desperately try to move. 

The screeching stops. It happens fast, the way Tamaki forces you onto his chest, using the last bits of his energy to activate his quirk and protect you both from the ambulance crushing you both. The clam shell wasn’t strong as it usually is when he manifested them, the weight of the truck had almost crushed you both entirely still. Your full weight is on top of him, the metal pipe has definitely pierced all the way through and into Tamaki’s leg. “Oh god, oh god, it’s on top of us! Tamaki, how- oh fuck, how are we going to get out!?”

He coughs under you, his hands finding their way to your waist and he gives you a squeeze. “It’s okay, I- I don’t even feel- feel anything.”  That’s not reassuring. If he can’t feel the piece of metal that shattered his tibia, then he’s definitely paralyzed. Then again, the added adrenaline in your bloodstream means you don’t really feel the weight of your injuries either and your back isn’t broken.

“No, no it’s- it’s not okay! We have to get out, I have to get us out.” You squint in the dark, coughing up blood and mud as you try to think of a plan. The iridescent cavern catches your attention, and for a brief moment you pause. It’s glowing. 

Tamaki strains to watch you, a weak smile spreads on his lips when he says, “Mother-of-pearl and glowing mushrooms.”

“What?” You look towards your battered fiancé and feel hope shatter into a million pieces. Even in the dim light from the inner shell, you can see how desperately you need to get him out of him. 

“The shell is mother-of-pearl, nacre. Mollusks.” Tamaki weakly explains, “And then I eat glowing mushrooms. It’s good for emergencies.” 

“Oh,” you respond. “Help- help is on its way, people know we were in zone three, right? They knew th-that this section caved in too, they’ll find us… yeah.” 

“Yeah,” Tamaki shakily nods. “They’ll find us…” 

-(-)-

You fall asleep on his chest, listening to his haggard breathing as he struggles to inhale and exhale. His steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep, and for the first time in a while, you wish you could dream. 

-(-)-

You wake up groggy, your body aches and you can feel how badly swollen your arm and leg is. The metal piping holding you to Tamaki is also the thing keeping the blood blocked, you’re not sure how long you’ll have before infection sets in. Your throat feels raw, it takes you a few times to choke out Tamaki’s name. 

“Tamaki,” you croak. “Baby, wake up. Wake- wake up.” You reach forward to touch him with your hand, grinding your teeth as you try to adjust yourself on him. It takes a few moments of you gently patting his cheek before he finally wakes up. 

The glow of the inner clam walls are starting to dim. 

-(-)-

No dreams. No dreams again. And you need him. 

-(-)-

His heart beat is slower, his breathing more jagged. Tamaki’s chest is so fucking hot, you know he’s running a fever and oh god… 

“Infection,” your voice cracks and you try to move. “Tamaki, I need to move us. We need to get help. I-I-I need to find you help.” 

Tamaki’s coughs accidentally jostle your pinned leg, making you hiss in pain. “S-sorry.”

You bite down on your lip to keep from letting out any more pained noises, so hard that you taste iron on your tongue. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay. We need a plan.”

Tamaki takes a few moments to take some deep breaths, nodding in agreement. “You need to sleep.”

“What?” You adjust yourself to look at him, hating how pale he’s becoming. His lips are cracked and his eyes… “That's not a plan-.”

“You need to sleep,” He interrupts you. “And tell your soulmate where we are.” Your insides run cold, every part of you stops for just a moment as his words settle in. 

“Wh-what? I don’t- I don’t understand-.”

“It’s okay,” He smiles. “It’s not… It’s not your fault. It just happens.” Tamaki’s fingers find your arm and they gently stroke your skin. “I’ve had a feeling for a while. Right now, I need you to get in touch with them. Let them know where we are… How tired are you?”

Stunned, you just shrug. “Uh… not very.”

“Well.” If it were any other situation, any other topic , this conversation would have almost been comical. “I have another plan then.” 

-(-)-

“No.” 

“It’s the only way.” His voice is weaker. 

“ No, ” you nearly shout. “I said no.”

Tamaki says your name like it is honey dripping off his lips, “Listen to me. My quirk can’t keep the truck from crushing us any longer, I can hold it for three days maximum and it’s been…” Tamaki closes his eyes and mutters as he tries to do the mental math, “Fifty-six hours.”

“We have time then,” you plead. I can switch us with anything else-.”

“Your quirk- your quirk is powerful and amazing,” Tamaki interrupts. “But you and I both know that it has its limitations. You can only switch with what you see or with what you one hundred percent know is there. You don’t know what else is around us. You do know that there is a fourteen thousand pound ambulance on top of us.” His voice breaks this news to you gently, but they don’t help with the angry tears streaming down your face.

“We don’t know that!” You cry out, your hot tears soak into his suit and you wonder if he can even feel them. “We don’t know that! Maybe I can!”

Tamaki starts to cry with you, knowing your heartache and feeling it himself. There’s no other way though. “Maybe you can,” he tries to encourage you. “But my quirk is fading. I-,” he takes in a deep, shaky breath. “I am too weak to keep it going for a full seventy-six hours. I’m shocked I’ve been able to keep it this long.” Tamaki gives a pathetic laugh, heavy with tears still. “I am fading. I am dying…” He stops laughing. 

“Tamaki…” You cry, you hate that you’re crying again but what else can you do? “ No. I can’t leave you, I love you!” Your arm shakes as you pull yourself up enough to really look at him, frustrated that you can’t move any further with the shared pipe piercing your’s and his legs together. 

Anger. It runs through your body hot, it’s staining your cheeks and stinging your eyes. It’s making you grit your teeth, you want to scream, you want to curse at the fates for being so unforgiving to you both. Tamaki caresses you, it’s limited but he tries to wipe away your angry tears as you sob into his chest. 

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” You cry out, your hands digging into the mud beneath you both. 

“It isn’t fair to leave your soulmate behind,” Tamaki replies tearfully. “Don’t do that to them, please.” 

You both cry, holding each other in the dark.

-(-)-

“How did you know?” Your voice is small, cracking. You haven’t been able to dream since you’ve been down in the sinkhole. It’s frustrating for you, but Tamaki has been patient. 

“About your soulmate?” 

“Mhm.”

Tamaki lets out a soft chuckle that turns into a coughing fit, “You’re really obvious. Asking me all of those questions. Sounded like a kid in elementary school who woke up freaking the hell out.” 

“I did not, ” you chuckle with your cheek pressed against his chest. It’s dirty, covered in blood, mud, and debris. You can only imagine how dirty you are. Your fingernails are caked in dirt, you have been stuck down here for… 

Sixty-seven hours. 

“You did,” he responds. “It’s cute. It’s a beautiful feeling to discover your soulmate.”

“Not when you’re in love with someone else,” you mumble. “Not when you’re twenty-three years old and engaged to someone you love. It’s not so pretty then.” He doesn’t answer for a moment, but if not for the heartbeat you strain to hear, you would’ve been panicking. 

“It’s okay,” you feel his hand start to stroke your head. “I still love you, I still care for you. You’re my best friend.” Tamaki’s words start to bring tears to your eyes. 

“But?” You ask, choking back on those wretched tears again. 

“But,” he takes in a wheezing breath, “They’re yours. You can’t leave them behind. They will feel empty, and hollow… They will feel as if someone scooped out their insides, like a pumpkin. They will never feel whole again.” It takes him a while to speak, each word exerts energy that he’s quickly running out of. “And they will miss you, forever. They will think of you, forever. And they might move on, they find someone who makes them feel happy again.” His fingers stroke your cheek now. “But they will always think of their soulmate, and they might enjoy life again, but a part of them will always look forward to the release of death. To see them again. You need to be with your soulmate.”

“Do you want to see her again?” Your heart breaks, for him and for you, and for the soulmate he lost. And for Katsuki. 

“I do.” Tamaki answers, thick with tears. “I miss her so much. I swear I can hear her voice in my dreams again…” His voice is distant, elsewhere.

 You know you’re running out of time. 

“I love you, Tama.” You press your lips against his chest. 

“Oh,” he says wistfully. “I love you too, Shinju.”

You take in a sharp breath, your heart breaking knowing that that isn’t your name. It’s been too long, you need to make a decision. The walls of the protective shell have been cracking, you can hear the groaning metal threatening you both for days now. 

“Okay,” you start to nod. “I’ll do it.” Carefully, you squeeze his shoulder to get Tamaki’s attention. 

He groans at first, slowly waking again. His voice is hollow when he speaks, “Yeah?” 

“You’re sure it’s the only way?”

“It is,” Tamaki squeezes your arm reassuringly. “It will be okay. You need to switch places, live your life. I want you to be free, love.” 

“Ok-,” your voice cracks and you stifle back tears. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” He repeats, a smile in his voice. “Good. You and your soulmate need to meet. Do that for me. Promise me, please. ” Tamaki squeezes you again. 

“I promise.” 

He gently brings your hand to his lips, kissing you goodbye. You make the switch. 

-(-)-

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[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

I would love to see more of The Buddy System thing, where bakugou thinks he has to basically babysit izuku; meanwhile, all he's doing is just talking over him and taking credit for everything.

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My mind naturally drifted to a very Cain-like scenario so forgive me.

Izuku’s pre-ua training ends up very similar to Cain, with Katsuki tagging along and cleaning the beach alongside him. Difference is that he spends most of his time ‘babysitting’ Izuku, trying to cut him off when he tries to move something he doesn’t think he can handle, or generally trying to talk him out of the whole operation. He also has no idea that the weird skeleton man overseeing them is All Might so Katsuki isn’t trying to prove anything other than that Izuku is wasting his time. A quirkless person can’t be a hero, no matter how hard they train.

Katsuki does also try to separate izuku and all might via Inko, telling her some weirdo is making her son pick up trash. Yagi’s cover story is that he’s an old quirkless personal trainer that believes in Izuku’s ambition, but Bakugou assumes he’s a creep trying to take advantage of weak, gullible Izuku. She assumed Katsuki was Izuku’s only friend and that his quiet demeanor was a result of everyone else bullying him for being quirkless, Katsuki’s words of course. Words Izuku never refuted. However, Katsuki’s constant trying to insert himself into Midoriya business as if he has authority over him, not to mention how much more Izuku perks up when it’s just Yagi there, gets some gears turning in Inko’s head about what’s really been going on all these years.

Katsuki almost makes a scene at the entrance exams. He finds Aizawa looking over orientation and warns him that weakling Izuku will die if they let him try out. Katsuki also strong-armed Izuku into applying for gen-ed so he could still keep an eye on him at UA. He makes a scene for real when he doesn’t find Izuku waiting for him outside the front gates like he told him to after. He goes straight to the Midoriya apartment and demands to be let in, ranting at Inko about how stupid Deku ditched him and could have gotten attacked by a villain again without Katsuki to protect him. But Izuku isn’t there. He stayed at UA a little longer to get treatment for his injuries. Inko calmly but firmly asks him to leave, telling him that she plans to call him mother to make sure he goes home.

That doesn’t stop him from chewing a numb Izuku out when they go back to school. Double so when they get their acceptance letters. Katsuki runs the gambit of emotions, from rage that Izuku has been faking being quirkless all this time just to waste his time, to betrayal that he did the exam behind his back when Katsuki told him not to. Izuku finally asks for one good reason he should do what he says. Katsuki tries to argue that Izuku doesn’t know what’s good for him, to which Izuku counters that quirklessness isn’t tied to intelligence. But what about everything Katsuki has done for him? Like isolate him? Manipulate him? Call him worthless every day of the week like he’s doing him a favor? Izuku declares that he has someone who believes in him for real now, and that he doesn’t need Katsuki anymore. Not that he ever did. And Katsuki uses his quirk on Izuku for the first time since they were children, blasting him in the side of the head. Then he runs away.

In an unprecedented power move, Izuku, sporting a new haircut to get rid of the singed ends, pretends not to know Katsuki on the first day of class. It’s not a particularly convincing act, but it’s enough to set everyone else on edge about Katsuki’s attempts to reestablish their dynamic. When the other kids try and step in, he accuses him of replacing him. That shifts to yelling about how he could have gotten in to UA without a quirk. Everyone else that was in Izuku’s exam group act like Katsuki is that much crazier. When he finally sees Izuku’s new quirk for himself, he again shouts about being lied to for ten years. Izuku whispers that maybe he did.

#answers #i miss writing bitter izuku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia

[marunalu]

How do you think AFO and the AFO vestige feel about Izuku? Do you think he loves him as much as he does his brother? Hypothetically, if AFO does succeed with taking OFA from Izuku, what would he even do with him afterwards? Physical AFO showed no indication of wanting to kill Izuku while the AFO vestige has been bent on injuring him like the quirk arriving tendrils, talking my about breaking his spine, and activating Izuku's danger sense. Even if/when the dad for one theory comes true, what are AFO's real feelings towards Izuku?

I think afo/hisashi deeply loves izuku similar how he did for yoichi. But remember despite that afo deeply loved his brother he was willing to hurt him too. He allowed his bodyguard to push yoichi hard to the ground and hold him there, he locked him into a vault, he let yoichi starve himself, he forced a quirk into him against his will. Afo loved his brother so much, that he was ready to hurt him as an means to an end. To make it impossible for yoichi to leave him, to make yoichi dependend on him, to make sure he will never lose him. Afos love is toxic and fucked up, but its still love, just not the way a person should feel for someone else. Love is not always rainbows and unicorns, it can be REALLY ugly and messed up! And I believe he is ready to be that hard to izuku too, because right now afo needs to get ofa out of izuku under all costs. The thing is, afo gave izuku multible warnings in the past ("you choose yourself a thorny path"), tried to tire him out physically and emotional, tried to lure him away from his friends, tried to manipulate him and still tries to show him how fucked up hero society is. Afo is trying to open izukus eyes like he did once with yoichi and that only his way is the right one, but of course izuku doesnt listen and has no reason to. Afo wants izuku to understand his view and wants him on his side!

When you compare the real afo and the vestige, you will realize that the vestige is far more full of malice and brutal, not only to izuku but in generell and also way more controlling. And while the afo vestige is far more willing to use hard methods on izuku then the real one, nothing of it ever was meant to harm him really bad. Remember when afo inside tomura tried to stab izuku with his black tendrills but bakugou pushed him out of the way? Where did the tendrills stab through bakugous body? His shoulder and his far side, in other words nowhere near an important organ or main artery. And on top bakugou managed to recover from that injury incredible FAST. It was an attack meant to make izuku incapacitated im the moment. So he wouldnt be able to fight any longer. It was an non letal attack on purpose. Or when afo pushed izuku away with AIR CANNON! His most powerful and most destructive attack. He needed ONE shot to destroy kamino with it and injured the pro heroes there so bad with just one blow, that not one of them was able to stand up again. He pierced one of best jeanist lungs with it and almost killed him with that. And what did THIS very attack which one shooted dotzens of perfectly healthy pro heroes to an injured and physical and emotional tiered out izuku? NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! It pushed him several meters away, but izuku had not ONE more scratch on him. But instead AFOS (well tomuras) hand startet bleeding! Because afo did hold the true deadly power of the attack back to not injure izuku even more then he already was.

Same goes with afomuras comment about breaking his spine. In the world of mha breaking a spine can be healed and you can recover from that. Breaking his spine means izuku wouldnt be able to move anymore. He wouldnt be able to fight any longer. He wouldnt be able to stop afomura forcing ofa out of him. If afomura actually wants or plans to kill izuku afterward, he would have said so at this point. He didnt hold back to tell bakugou to die. If he really wants to kill someone, he makes that 100% clear. Not ONCE did afo OR afomura ever say that they want to see izuku dead or plan to kill him. Even when allmight asks afo in tartarus if he plans for tomura to kill izuku, afo COMPLETLY avoids answering the question and changes the topic. He doesnt want to kill him and thats a big deal if we consider that afo never showed any kind of mercy to one of the past ofa users.

Also its important to note that afomura is NEITHER afo or tomura right now. He is a completly new person. But he stores the emotions of both inside himself. When he was fighting against bakugou it was afos hate he felt not his own, he even notices how he doesnt understand where this hate is comming from. When izukus danger sense activated it was tomuras ill will he felt not afos. Danger sense has never activated yet because of the real afo, only to afomura and I mean come one, he was REALLY PISSED at that moment. He was about to lose the fight.

About the question what afo plans with izuku after he steals ofa are: vault time. Maybe not in the same fashion how he did it with yoichi, but still making it impossible for izuku to fight him. And I think inko is the key to that. Afo asked the aoyamas to bring the 40 year old macallan (inko) to him, but they only could bring the 16 year old macallan (izuku) to him. Afo asked for inko first! Thats important! And right now there are afos spies inside ua who have seen izuku and inko together. The male spy even gives an evil grin when he sees izuku and inko hugging each other. They know what izukus mother looks like, know his biggest weakness, the person he loves the most in the world and in the latest chapter there is a small flashback of afo and skepsis talking with each other and the spies listen to skepsis orders who gets his orders from afo. Inko will be kidnapped very soon. And thats how afo will "vault" izuku. By kidnapping his mother and forcing izuku to listen to him, to give him (and us readers) his side of the story and why he is doing what he does plus incomming past flashbacks of him and yoichi.

#bnha #bnha spoiler #bnha dad for one #all for one is hisashi midoriya #dad for one theory

[kitthepurplepotato]

New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

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Part 6 (or alternative universe 1/3):

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission.

(feat. Deku & Todoroki)

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Author’s note: I would recommend reading this part (and the next 2) even if you don’t know the full story! It will be super fun!

I’ll leave a quick “catch up” for you guys, so you can understand the beginning!

Also, English is my second language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warnings: Swear words!

💥Master list💥

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Okay guys, I know I’m supposed to have Best Jeanist as the guest for this part, but I had this idea, and after all my mental struggles I actually ended up writing more Shenanigans, even tho this story is supposed to be on a long-term hiatus, so spare my life, please 😂

For those who only want to read this part: Reader is Bakugou’s assistant, an ex-hero from another country, currently out of business due to an injury. Her quirk is super powerful; she can have any quirk she can think of, even multiple at once.

You and Bakugou “hate each other” (not really), he is your boss, and you are not easy to boss around. Don’t tell anyone, but you guys care about each other quite a lot.

In the last part, you fainted due to overworking yourself and Bakugou ended up being your caretaker for the day. He “hated” every minute of it.

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“Hey, you fuckstick! We have guests, stop zoning out like a brainsless idiot!”

Ahh, it’s so good to be back in the office again!

Oh wait…

It’s certainly not.

Since the fainting incident… Bakugou is an even bigger ass than he was before. You didn’t think it’s possible, but here you are, half asleep, being shouted at for no reason, your coffee still untouched on your office desk.

You were absolutely aware of the fact that you probably won’t ever see Dynamight’s caring side ever again, but you really can’t believe how much damage this small mess-up has done to your already tense relationship.

“I thought I am a brainless idiot anyway.” You sigh into the distance, your face plastered to the desk’s shiny surface. Maybe this time, you’ll be the person faking being dead to get away from a traumatic situation; because shit you not, you are actually traumatized by this sudden personality change.

“We can come back later, Kacchan.” Comes a smooth voice from the door, which soothes your troubled soul right away. What a pleasant voice to be listening to so early in the morning! You might as well just go back to sleep now.

But wait…

Kacchan?

“The fucker had enough time to laze around last week.” Grumbles the blonde demon with zero sympathy in his harsh voice.

Honestly, Dynamight should be banned from talking between 10 PM and 10AM.

“I think you are being too harsh on her. Living half of her life with you is enough of a torture as it is.” Another pleasant voice joins the conversation, making the demon in front of you so angry he almost explodes your head with an accidental explosion coming out from his palms.

“I will blow you out of my fucking office window if you don’t shut the fuck up, you half and half bastard, who the fuck invited you anyway…”

“I did, Kacchan.” Speaks up the soothing voice again, but this time, it sounds more squeaky and less pleasant.

Okay, who are these people?!

As you slowly emerge from your half sleeping position, your eyes are met with 2 really handsome guys; one with a magnificent pine green hair, the other half crimson half white, split perfectly in the middle.

Oh, shit.

You are not the fangirl kinda gal, but you are internally screaming so loud you can barely hear your own voice; hence why you might be screaming like and absolute fool right now.

“Deku-san, Shouto-san, sorry for my terrible behavior! Welcome to the agency! Please take a seat!” You sit up as quickly as you can, bumping your knees into the thick office desk while standing up. The loud thump echoes in the otherwise silent office, but you pay no mind to the awkward situation and point at the office sofa.

This is fine.

This is salvageable.

You can do this.

“Now you can fucking behave…” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight, making the situation awkward again. Of course.

“Jealous much?” You snap back, ready for a fight.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?! Who do you think you are?”

Woah, the bitch is angry.

“I’m supposed to be your right hand, but if you keep bitching, I’ll shove my resignation up your ass and blow you up with it.” You scream back, lovely guests respectfully ignored for the time being.

“My right hand?! A pimple on my back, maybe.” Shouts the blonde back with sparkling palms, slowly getting closer. Oi.

“At least it’s not a pimple on his ass. Sounds like a compliment to me.” Speaks up Shouto, clearly not reading the room properly.

“Shou, not now…” squeaks Deku with a red face, slowly moving in front of his friend protectively.

“What did you say, Steakface?”

“I said, you two get along well.” Deadpans the half and half hero, still oblivious to the dangers of his words.

“WE DO NOT!” You both scream in the poor guys face, when another person arrives at the office door.

“SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!” The savior of the day, Kirishima appears in the office, his hardened body ready for a fight in between the four of you.

“Thank god.” Sighs the number one hero and collapses on the sofa like a sack of potatoes.

The trust these guys have in Kirishima is amazing. You were so used to seeing him every day, you kinda forgot how strong and reliable he is when it’s needed.

You have the biggest respect for the poor guy, who’s willingly by Dynamight’s side, listening to his yapping every day without being payed for it.

After a few moments of awkward silence, fresh coffee is being served to the two guests; you silently thank Kirishima for taking the burden from your shoulders today.

“So what are you guys doing here today?” You try to start a conversation while sipping your lukewarm coffee.

“Shouto and I were in the area and we thought it would be nice to see Kacchan, as he never replies to me.” Deku gives you a shy smile and damn, number one hero or not, he is absolutely adorable. You are not sure how can he break bones with that cute face.

“YOU thought it would be nice to see Katsuki. I just came along.” Deadpans Shouto with zero emotion on his face until he gets poked in the side by a scrunched faced Deku. Even his angry face is adorable. What is this guy?

And let’s not even talk about the other one… you can’t help but wonder if the handsome fella has any other expressions than the nonchalant, emotionless one he’s wearing now (and in every single interview you were forced to watch with your bestie); does he keep his facade on in the bed as well? You kinda want to investigate that.

Wow, you might need to get laid just as much as your angry boss does.

“Shouto, I told you not to say everything out loud.” Reprimands the green haired hero, reminding you of a kindergarten teacher telling of a child for eating sand.

You can’t help the giggle bubbling up in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you; the two best friends sitting on the sofa, clearly comfortable with each other, the angry sulking blonde next to them, who’s trying to hide his happiness with aggressive expressions and filth coming out of his mouth, the silent presence of Kirishima leaning on the back of the sofa, beaming at the two bickering heroes with pure adoration.

“Stop smiling like a pervert.” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight with a slight blush on his face, staring into the distance to avoid any kind of eye contact.

“How could I NOT smile, you guys are so cute together.”

“Cu…cute?!” Stutters the blonde, face red as a tomato. “What the actual fuck is cute about this?! Did your parents drop you as a child, or what? Also, this meeting is over, everyone fuck off!” Explodes Mr. Katsuki, and starts throwing everyone out of the office one by one; or at least he tries until Deku steps in front of him.

“Wait… I need to talk to you about something.” Says the greenette with a serious expression.

“I knew you fucking want something…” Bakugou rolls his eyes and puts the other hero down on the sofa. “Spill it, you goddamned nerd.” He grumbles while sitting down, ready to listen to Deku’s “annoying” rambling.

“So there is this villain group we are after…”

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“Why am I here Mr. Dynamight?!”

That’s the question of the century, to be honest.

As you look around in the area in front of you, you can see nothing but pure destruction; abandoned homes burst in flames, the sky grey and foggy from all the smoke, the pavement broken into chunks of concrete, which makes your steps wobbly and uneven.

This is a war zone. And you are standing right in the middle of it.

“Don’t look so frightened, aren’t you supposed to be a hero?” Answers the blonde with the most nasty tone possible, looking at you like you’re a piece of shit he just stepped on by accident. Well, if he can’t give you a disappointed look as his face is hiding behind a protective mask, he had to make sure his words hurt you just as well as his usual angry face does.

“Kacchan…” sighs Deku with a massive bandage on his right hand, giving you a tiny smile for reassurance. “The fight is over now, most of the villains are already behind bars. This place is supposed to be safe for heroes.“ he explains. “We lost one of the bad guys tho, so we need to investigate the area for clues.”

This still doesn’t explain why are you, a basic-ass secretary, here. You might have been a hero a few months ago, but you are far away from being “battle ready”; you can barely manage the small gigs with the amount of mana you have, as your body is still using up all your energy to heal itself.

“Your shitty quirk is perfect for this investigation. If by any chance there is a sudden fight, you can hide behind my fucking skirt and cry like a looser.” Bakugou snaps at you, while Todoroki rolls his eyes in disapproval.

Wow, that’s a new facial expression! What a day to be alive.

“Why are we friends with him again?” Deadpans the half and half hero, making the blonde angry and furious. As the two start their usual bickering, you sigh into the void and make your way into the ex-battlefield. You take a deep breath and bring out a few different quirks all at once; levitation, x-ray vision and a new one you just came up with; a sensor that tells you the last movements in the area you are looking at.

The burnt down homes in front of you are indeed abandoned but there is one still in tact, away from the burnt area, built extremely close to the forest; compared to the other parts of the battlefield, the house feels lived in, heat-wise.

“Y/N-san, wait for us!” You hear a voice behind your back, but you are too focused on your current task; finding clues about the whereabouts of the last villain stranding.

There are old footprints coming out through the back door, going into the forest; the angle of the footprints indicate…

“Katsuki, behind you!” You scream from the top of your lungs, but it’s too late; the villain jumps out from behind the tree, right next your boss.

“So this is how I fucking die…” You say, while you activate another quirk; teleportation.

In only a millisecond you end up behind the blonde; the villain’s quirk hitting you instead of Bakugou. The world suddenly shifts and you are falling into the eternal nothingness.

Why did you save the person who treats you like shit every single day?

Because your body moved on it’s own.

You are not sorry for doing it either; You can’t help but think about the way he cared for you when you were sick and about how he always brings you coffee, even when he’s being a bitch about it afterwards.

The small acts of kindness say more than the loud words; Bakugou Katsuki might be the biggest asshole in the whole word, but he doesn’t deserve to die; not like this, not right now.

“You fucking idiot!” Screams a voice you know so well, frustrated and confused. Even though you are falling into nothing, you can kinda see what’s happening in the real world; you can see Bakugou kneeling on the floor, looking at the floor where you are supposed to be, you can see Todoroki freezing the villain in one place, handcuffing him with quirk canceling handcuffs, you can see Deku, trying to calm down the crying hero… what?

Is Bakugou crying?! He must be really angry, then.

Suddenly, your back hits the ground; the sun is shining aggressively into your face, making you flinch; you can also hear some happy chatter not too far away from you.

The chatter suddenly stops and there are quick footsteps coming your way; you try to make yourself invisible out of habit, but your quirk decides to act up; you can’t feel the usual warmth of your power anymore.

“I really don’t want to support your stupid conspiracy theory, but… this woman just fell from the sky.” Mumbles a blonde nerdy guy, pushing his glasses up to see you better. His face is soft, but confused, his brows scrunched in an adorable way and it might be because of the pain, but he looks kinda familiar.

Is this… a dream?

“This is not the time for this, Kacchan. She’s hurt!” Reprimands the green haired nerd in the loudest PRIDE t-shirt you’ve ever seen. Is that eyeliner under his eyes? Cute.

Wait…

This isn’t a dream. You would not be able to come up with this shit, even if you tried.

A sudden realization dawns upon you as you stare into those warm, green eyes, dumbfounded.

“Deku?” You mumble incredulously, eyes wide, mouth open. You gawk at the blonde nerd on the other side of you; you are met with the crimson eyes you know so well.

“Bakugou Katsuki?”

This is ridiculous. This can’t be real.

This guy can’t be…

“Do you know us? Are we friends? Please, tell me you are Kacchan’s wife from the future!”

“You rewatched Back To The Future without me, you shitty nerd!” Complains the blonde, clearly offended by his traitor of a friend. “Also, are you my wife from the future? I hope you are.” The blonde sighs.

“Kacchan…” Deku pats his friend’s back apologetically, and Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t pull away.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

-> Next Chapter!

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I’m actually so excited for this! I have so many silly ideas! Send me a comment, if you liked it 💜 Tell me your predictions about this alternate universe! :D

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[bakudeku-recommendations]

BKDK Childhood Friends Recommendations (Pt. 3)

Note: Sorry for the long wiat, as you can see there are double the amount of fics in this one. This is the ;last planned part, but let me know if you want me to look for some more. There are some really disturbing fics here, so please read the descriptions and tags! Have fun reading!

Part 1 Part 2

1. Lemonhead by bkdkink

"I'll never outgrow you."   "We don't have much of a choice."

"Don't nourish me, then. Keep me small and withered so you can't ever say I was too much to bear. So I'll never outgrow you."

2. Childhood Kisses by Kaligraphy

There are things you do that are cute when you're a kid but kind of weird when you're older.

Kissing your childhood friend's injuries better is one of them.

3. I’ve always known you by Bitchitsbakugou

Kacchan and Deku are forced to take a ‘how well you know each other test’

4. As Long As You’re Next To Me by Bitchitsbakugou

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku have been best friends until middle school however, not everyone is privy to this information. When they are both excused from class together, the students of 1-A get curious.

5. For The First Time by Bitchitsbakugou

The one where the public realizes Deku and Groundzero were childhood friends through a game show.

6. fuck you and your shitty social constructs by TheSecondAssassin

Izuku throws knives at cotton targets all day and by the time he’s finally assigned a new mission to help bodyguard and train the hero course at UA, he’s all but ready.

7. I’m Friends with the Monster in my Closet by GIOpet (nkglasses)

Katsuki has a strange friend that gets stranger as time goes by.

8. If your touch could cure me by Yurusarenai (iwantcandy2), Yurusarenai

Soulmates AU where physical contact with your soulmate makes your quirk stronger. For Katsuki, this means every time he and Deku touch he feels invincible. For quirkless Deku, it means he doesn't even realize his soulmate is right beside him.

9. Kiss ≠ Sex by Altheas_Rose

"Deku and I have had sex before, no big deal."

"WHAT?!"

10. Desiring Ruin by towardthesun

“C’mon Bakubro,” Kiri beamed, throwing a casual arm around Katsuki’s shoulder, “Aren’t you at least a little bit curious about what a dream fulfilled would be like? It’s great!"

Katsuki would like to disagree.

OR Mina's friend who can show people their heart's deepest desires comes to visit, and Bakugou has no intentions of getting anywhere near her. He doesn't want to know what his heart wants, because he's sure that it won't be something that's achievable. But intentions mean nothing when Kaminari is involved.

11. The time class 1-A missed all the signs by oocephalus

When after a long tiring day at school class 1-A is faced with a long weekend and a friday night without plans, what shenanigans might they get up to and what happens when the alcohol makes Midoriya Izuku speak his mind.

or/ Bakugou and Midoriya are hopelessly obvious about their relationship and class 1-A miss everything.

12. All the times 1-A forgot BkDk grew up together and the one time it was abundantly clear by oocephalus

Bakugou and Midoriya grew up together, but seeing as they don't talk about it a lot the class often forgets,

what happens when they're reminded?

13. Pinky Promise by Dekusbkg (Smh_tessa)

Spiky blond hair, crimson eyes.. he’s seen him before. In a dream maybe? Or maybe it’s just because he resembles his aunt so much.. Yeah, that has to be it-

“K-Kacchan!”

He’s not sure where the name came from, or why he even said it. It was out before he could stop it, and now those ruby eyes are pinning him to his spot.

14. surprise reunions and childhood rekindling by ladyofsnails

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku haven't seen each other in five years. But when their friends suddenly bring them together and they finally meet again, it's like no time has passed at all.

AKA Katsuki and Izuku see each other again after a long time and immediately start acting like the crazy best friends they are, the Baku and Deku squads are very, very confused.

15. An Interesting Contradiction by schrijverr

When Midoriya was diagnosed as quirkless, Bakugo was certain his friend could become a hero by helping him and being “the man in the chair.” He and Midoriya stayed Kacchan and Zuku even when they go to different High Schools. At UA Bakugo mentions his friend multiple times and everyone builds a version of this mysterious friend, who seems slightly insane with the stuff Bakugo says about him. … Until they come face to face to him at the Provisional Hero License exam and he is the opposite of anything they thought.

AKA what if Bakugo stayed friends with Midoriya and he never got OFA (and I accidentally made Bakugo the main character)

16.Who's Katsuki Bakugou? by angst_queen12

Set in an alternate universe where Katsuki was severely abused by his mother, he developed DID. As the core, he can't remember any of his trauma and often believes his diagnosis is completely wrong. He spends most days in the inner world where it's safe and only fronts every few months to check in on his life.

Takashi is the host. Only Deku knows about the alters. But what happens when Aizawa begins to suspect something is wrong with his top student?

17. lovers to rivals to lovers? by Kassidey_01

Mina had the bright Idea for Class 3A to have a party. Everyone had agreed, even Bakugo. It started fine; they always do. It wasn't until Hagakure asked that traitorous question.

18. puzzle piece by whatismedoing

5 times class 1-a isn't sure if they should be jealous or weirded out by the two's "friendship" and the 1 time they came to accept that the two just simply fit together like each other's puzzle piece

19. His and her circumstances by Infinity_Sansa

Eijirou notices that Bakugou is acting strange. One night after the whole class meets to discuss about his weird behavior, he receives a call from the same Bakugou, asking for help...

20. Where the Wisterias Bloom by PuhTaehToh

Flowing green curly hair tied behind in a ponytail. The flutter of the pretty hanafuda earrings. The click of the sword being put back in its scabbard is heard as the demon’s head falls to the ground, slowly disintegrating into dust. Katsuki stared at the boy who was just cuddled in his arms four month ago. Izuku.

-or basically Katsuki is a supportive bf and goes to ua while Izuku is part of the demon slayer corps slaying demons before coming back to hug his caramel scented boyfriend.

-alternatively, Izuku is a pretty boy who’s identity is trying to be uncovered by Katsuki’s friend group.

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[the-decaying-ramskull]

Never Left Wanting- Bakugou x fem Reader

CW: Talks of injury, mild somnophilia, cum play, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation, desperate Baku, dry humping ----

You wake up to the brush of his skin against yours. The steady whisper of his hands tracing the dip of your waist and curve of your hips. You wake to the sighs of need in your ear that are just so perfectly him. “Finally joinin’ me, Princess?” he murmurs. “Katsuki?” you ask, voice soaked with the rasp of sleep. He sighs again and you understand why, feeling his thick length dragging against the fabric of your panties, rucking up your Dynamight shirt. It’s what you slept in when he was on patrol. It had not only become a comfort to you, but you hoped in some way that it brought him luck. That knowing you were waiting in his hero merch, wrapped up in everything him, would be enough to make him extra vigilant so he would come home to you safer. “Kats,” you hiccup, grinding back against him with a shudder. “Did you get hurt tonight?” “Mmm,” he growls, swallowing back a groan that you hear on the edges of his voice. “Not much, nothin’ to worry about.” You pout, pulling away from him and he lets you, hand curling in on itself at what he likely views as rejection. You flip to face him, hands trailing over his shower fresh skin, checking for injuries with scrupulous eyes even in the dark. Taking in the furrow to his brow and focusing on the few cuts marring his chest. “You’re hurt,” you pout further, pushing him to roll on his back, eagerly straddling his hips and accepting his need to rock into you with wanton gasps. You press soft butterfly kisses to the weeping wounds, promising with each touch of the lips and brush of skin that he will be ok, that you are here. He snarls in impatience, in excitement, stilling your pelvis so he can fuck up into your clothed slit. “Fu-uck, not sure I can wait. Promise, I’ll make it up to ya, fuck you’re so damned perfect like this,” he’s babbling and it’s so rare you see him like this. Where he’s rushing to shove down his shorts, to slip your panties to the side, not even stopping to coat himself in the silvery fluids coating you. No instead he rolls into you, bouncing you even as you mumble about slowing down. And when he bottoms out, he sighs in relief. “C-calm down,” you gasp, even as he flattens his feet on the bed and pistons into you like a cocksleeve. “Can’t,” he slurs. “You’re made for me, so fuckin’ tight, couldn’t slow down even if I wanted. You’re suckin’ me in, don’t you know that? Can’t you feel the way you’re squeezing me, don’t lie to me.” You can’t deny you love when he’s filthy, when he’s more than just some grunts and praises, and mean words here and there. Now he’s worshipping you in his own way, in his own filthy desperation as he uses your cunt for his pleasure. “Don’t lie, you’re a slut for my cock, no one can fuck you like this,” he snarls as he lurches up, one foot dropping beside the bed and he grabs you around the back to steady you. He moves you at his will, and you can’t think any longer, you can’t see past the whites fuzzing the edges of your vision. You can’t think beyond the need to reach that peak waiting for you just beyond your grasp. “C’mon, gotta cum before me,” he groans even as he begins to twitch threateningly inside you, even as his teeth sink into your shoulder. “Shitshitshitshit, fuck,” he hisses as his fingers bruise your waist, as you feel warmth flood your insides. You whine, as your body naturally clamps around him in hopes to keep him inside. He grins up at you, arrogance painting every aspect of his sharp facial features. He slides out of you despite your protests, lays you down despite you asking for more. He clicks his tongue as he settles between your sticky thighs, “Don’t worry, when did I ever leave you wantin’?” He leans down, to drag his tongue over your twitching thighs towards your sensitive folds. He had never left you wanting more, in fact he often left you drained, and Bakugou Katsuki never half assed anything.

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[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

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He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. ��WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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