tagged by my wonderful gf @nothingwrongwiththerain<3 tbh i should be posting this on my writing blog but i’ll put it here first since this was the blog u tagged. also, this is definitely not a sentence nor is it the last thing i worked on but look it just doesn’t make sense without context and its what im proud of rn so here u go.
“A…bonfire.”
Todoroki’s voice, Izuku reflected, was marvelous in its ability to convey a staggering range of emotion through only the slightest change in intonation. Bafflement, dismay, a hint of burgeoning regret– Todoroki had seen the future, deemed it bad, and knew he was powerless to stop it. To the untrained ear, he was simply confirming new information; Izuku, who knew better, could hear the clear thread of reluctance behind it.
erasermic is my lifeblood so here’s a tiny moment of cute domesticity for y'all from my upcoming dadzawa fic
“Figures,” Shouta muttered. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Hizashi’s lips and pushed off from the counter. “I’m gonna grab my eye drops. Thanks for making breakfast.”
“You missed!” Hizashi called after him, bristling with mock indignation. “No breakfast for you until you give me a proper kiss, you ungrateful—”
Shouta covered his laugh with a cough as he shuffled off to the bathroom.
me as i post this snippet ive been sitting on for five days: i have no idea what you’re talking about
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“Don’tfucking fall asleep,” Bakugou growls, and Izuku winces at the feeling of fingernails digging painfully into his skin. “I swear to god if I have to—”
“Kacchan, t-that hurts.”
Bakugou flinches like he’s been struck, and the pricks of pain ease. In the dim half-light, he can see the uneasy look on Bakugou’s face. “Yeah, well tough. It’s keeping you awake, so fucking deal with it.”
Is it just him, or is there something incongruous between Bakugou’s words and actions? Izuku’s lips tug in a frown as he churns over this new revelation. “But you—”
“Talk about something,” Bakugou interrupts gruffly. “Just— I dunno, whatever. Shit, it’s like the only thing you’re sort of good at anyway.”
Which is blatantly untrue, Izuku thinks with a flash of annoyance. He’s good at being a hero— he has to be good at being a hero, or else all the effort he’s put into this will be wasted, and he’s not about to let All Might down like that. That Bakugou is sitting here, unharmed instead of crushed between two layers of rock— while Izuku lays slowly bleeding at his feet— is all the evidence he needs.
Izuku licks his lips. They’re starting to go numb, and it makes forming words difficult. His tongue fumbles when he goes to speak; slurring the words together. “Like— like what?”
“I don’t care,” Bakugou says shortly. “One of your stupid battle analyses, for all I give a crap.”
“You— you’ve n-never been interested before—” Izuku starts, but Bakugou’s dark look silences him before he can finish the thought.
“You think I’m actually interested now? I don’t give a shit about your shitty notes or whatever, I just need you to keep talking so you don’t fall asleep and die.”
Izuku gulps, and a muscle spasms in his leg; he chokes back the strangled sound that threatens to rise up, hoping Bakugou won’t notice the tears forming in his eyes.
From the hot glare Bakugou shoots him, he’s not that lucky.
“R-right.” Izuku licks his lips again, casting his gazes at the flickering shadows on the wall. Anything to avoid the almost accusing look on Bakugou’s face. “Um, w-well, there was that battle between Kamui Woods and the villain with a monster quirk, and it gave me s-some ideas for if we ever went up against that—”
Izuku runs through dozens of simulations, letting his mind slide seamlessly into the dissection of each potential battle, analyzing the different Quirks and challenges associated with countering them, throwing in references to his own classmates just for the hell of it. Bakugou doesn’t comment beyond a few grunts that are probably supposed to be encouraging, but Izuku isn’t bothered. It’s easy to keep going once he gets started, and since Bakugou isn’t cutting him off with half-snarled insults or an explosive palm to the face, Izuku can carry on uninterrupted.
He talks until his throat’s dry and his lips are chapped, and its only when he finally pauses to swallow that he notices just how tired he is. The words peter off into silence, and if Izuku wasn’t already being propped up by Bakugou, he’d have sunk to the ground a long time ago.
Maybe it’s the unique combination of blood loss and running obsessively through battle simulations, but Izuku’s mind reels back to the slime villain encounter six months before UA’s entrance exam. Izuku knows this heavy exhaustion that weighs his limbs. He’s felt it before.
It strikes him with raw bluntness: he’s dying. He actually might die today.
Izuku’s breath hitches, and he has to close his eyes against the sharp ache blooming in his chest.
“’M fine,” Izuku mumbles past trembling lips. He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince.
“Open your damn eyes, Deku.”
Izuku opens his eyes. Water leaks from them, and he clenches his teeth past the chattering that racks his jaw. He’s so cold. Where iseverybody?
“Probably figuring out a way to get us out of here without bringing the rest of the place down,” Bakugou replies without his usual harshness, which is jarring enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he apparently said that out loud.
Izuku stares at him. What little he can see of Bakugou’s face is pinched together, forming a deep crease between his eyebrows. It’s different from the patented Bakugou Scowl™ in that it isn’t directed at him, but at the tiny vent in the rock letting in their wavering source of light and oxygen; it’s less hostile and more considering, more—
Summary:Eight photographs over the years of Katsuki and Izuku, and Katsuki’s reactions to them, showing the evolution of their friendship: The first four he destroys. The fifth triggers a revelation. The sixth marks a change. The seventh forces him to reveal the truth. The eighth is something special.
Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, some Eijirou Kirishima, a little Mitsuki Bakugo Word Count: 3,900 Rating:T AO3:Link
Other tags: BNHA #306-322 spoilers, pining bakugo, happy ending
Excerpt:
“It’s us,” Izuku said, looking at the framed photo on Katsuki’s nightstand.
“Obviously, dumbass.”
“Why?”
“‘Why’?” Katsuki huffed out a laugh and met Izuku’s eyes. No point in being anything but honest. “Because I like looking at you.”
Izuku hesitated, and then asked again, “Why?”
“Because you’re fucking cute, okay?”
“I’m… what? Why?”
“You really haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Are you making fun of me?” Izuku said, narrowing his eyes.
Katsuki wished that’s all it was. He took a deep breath and admitted what he’d been holding in for years. “Jesus. I’m in love with you, asshole.”
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“Smile!” Izuku’s mom said, snapping a picture of Katsuki and Izuku where they were all at the park.
Izuku had a huge grin and was holding up a peace sign with his fingers. Katsuki had his arms crossed and was scowling. Why he had to pose for this stupid picture was beyond him, but his mom had insisted he behave, so he would try to hold still for five seconds so Izuku’s mom could get her dumb photo.
Once the Polaroid had printed and dried, Izuku’s mom gave it to Katsuki’s mom to keep.
“This is cute,” Katsuki’s mom said, holding the picture in one hand and ruffling Katsuki’s hair with the other. He let out an audible growl. The disrespect of this woman. “I hope they stay friends forever. Maybe this little gremlin could learn some manners from your kid.”
“Let’s go,” Katsuki said, turning and storming off. Without even looking, his mom grabbed him by the ear. “Hey! Let go!”
“It was nice seeing you again, Inko,” Katsuki’s mom said, ignoring Katsuki struggling to get away from her grasp.
“You as well! Come by some time, all right?”
When they got home, Katsuki’s mom pinned up the photo high on the fridge, out of Katsuki’s reach.
“Take it down,” Katsuki said, arms crossed.The careless grin on Deku’s face, like he was somehow better than everyone else… Katsuki couldn’t stand the thought of seeing it every day.
“No, I like it.”
“It’s cute,” Katsuki’s dad chipped in.
Katsuki jumped to take down the picture but still couldn’t reach it.
“Come on, kid, we have so few pictures of you with your friends. Let us keep this one.”
“Hmph,” Katsuki grunted before storming off.
It took him three days of various techniques of jumping, climbing, throwing things, and moving furniture to take down the picture. He ripped it up over the trash. Good. Thank god it was gone.
Primary School
One of the stupid teachers in their primary school had been taking pictures of the class all year and handed some out to the students at the end of the year.
“This is you showing off your quirk to your friends!” His teacher said, passing him the photograph. In it, Katsuki was setting off small explosions in his hand as his small group of friends crowded around him. Deku included, standing at the edge with a look of awe on his stupid face.
Katsuki looked up at Deku, who was receiving his photograph from the teacher. Just him, working on a piece of art, alone like the pathetic loser he was. Katsuki thought the photo really did nothing but emphasize his lack of popularity. But Deku still accepted it enthusiastically from their teacher with repeated thanks.
Katsuki crumpled his picture in his hand and set of an explosion within his fist. As every person in the room turned to look at the source of the noise, he let the charred ashes of the photograph fall to the ground. He wasn’t much for sentimentality. They should’ve all known that by now.
Middle School
An end-of-school class picture from junior high: all the students lined up in rows in their crisp black uniforms, looking ahead at the camera.
Katsuki received one just like everyone else. It hadn’t been a terrible year, no classmates that were too bad. A lot of morons and extras but nobody who’d really made a point to stand up to him or bother him, except…
Deku. Standing at the edge of the class, with that dumb, wavering smile on his face and his eyes wide. Like he was afraid of even having his picture taken. If he was so scared all the time, then why had he thrown himself at the sludge monster just a couple of months before to save Katsuki? What did he know that nobody else did?
Katsuki’s mom was expecting him to hand over the photograph, but he scribbled over Midoriya’s face in black pen very thoroughly before handing it over.
She raised her eyebrows at his addition. “Seriously, Katsuki, what did he do to you?”
“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbled, storming out of the room before she could ask any more irritating questions.
UA Festival
“Come on, we have to try it!” Kirishima said before pulling Bakugo into the photo booth set up at their first UA festival. First flash. Katsuki scowled as Kirishima switched to a different silly pose. Second flash. Deku poked his head in. “Hey, Kirishima, are you…?” Third flash. With a playful laugh, Kirishima grabbed Deku and pulled him in, crashing him into Katsuki. Fourth flash.
And then some explosions.
Katsuki didn’t want to look at the print, but Kirishima made sure he saw it anyway. “I can’t believe how you kept the same face the entire time!” Kirishima said, his eyes scanning over the four photographs where Katsuki did indeed have an identical scowl and glare in all four pictures. “And look how red Midoriya’s cheeks are in the last one!” He said, pointing at the fourth photograph, where Deku was blushing furiously.
Freak. He couldn’t even take a picture normally.
Katsuki had refused to keep the print, but he still found the picture inside his notebook the next day during class. Kirishima, that sneaky bastard, must’ve put it there when he wasn’t looking, because Katsuki sure hadn’t left it there.
The corner of Katsuki’s mouth turned up in a smile as he looked at the others in the photos - Kirishima making weird faces, and Deku turning red. Okay, even though Deku had been there, it had been kind of fun. Maybe just a little bit. He wasn’t going to hang this picture up or anything, but it might be worth holding on to.
When he stood up after class, the photo slipped out of the notebook and fluttered down to the floor.
Someone stooped down to pick it up.
Shit. Deku.
“Oh, these are those pictures from yesterday!” He said, his face lighting up as he scanned over the photos.
“Yeah, too bad you’re in them,” Katsuki said, snatching back the strip of photos before catching it on fire with an explosion and letting it burn in his hand.
Deku watched it burn, his expression a mix of forlorn and resigned. When there was nothing left but some blackened scraps of paper, Deku looked back up at Katsuki. “It’s okay, we can always take some more next time.”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki mumbled, before grabbing his stuff and storming off, leaving Deku staring after him.
Deku Disappears
“I found these when we were evacuating,” Katsuki’s mom said, passing him an envelope.
Katsuki opened the envelope to glance at the contents. Photographs. He knew what they were from - a couple of the girls of Class A had taken a bunch of pictures at class parties and celebrations that they printed out and distributed to the other students for Christmas. He hadn’t wanted to keep them at school, but something stopped him from throwing them out, so he dropped them off at home on one of his visits back there.
“Okay.” He scowled and looked down. “Hey. I’m glad you’re safe.”
His mom pulled him into a hug, and Katsuki tolerated it. “I’m glad you’re safe too. Stay that way, okay?”
When Katsuki was back in his dorm room, he opened the envelope and flipped through the pictures. There were some of everyone, but a couple of the more central students of Class A showed up again and again. He saw one person stand out in particular. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku.
His eyes caught on a specific photo and he stopped flipping. It was in the dorm common room, during a group dinner. Izuku was smiling, huge and sincere like he always did, looking at his classmates fondly.
Katsuki was next to him in the picture, and the expression on his face as he looked at Izuku was… soft. Relaxed and affectionate. He felt his cheeks burn at the thought that not only had someone seen him looking happy like that, but they had caught it on camera too.
Still, he remembered that night. Thinking about how glad he was that their relationship had changed to something almost like friends, that he was so lucky to have someone like Izuku never had given up on Katsuki. Thinking that Izuku was actually amazing, and that Katsuki couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before.
Katsuki dropped the photos on his desk, tears pricking at his eyes. They’d come so far, and then Deku had just left him behind, just run off to go try to save the world on his own. Katsuki still had so much to tell him, so much to apologize for, and… He missed him. He wanted to talk to him again, he wanted to be near him, to touch him…
Katsuki froze. Touch him? Where had that thought come from? Why would he want…?
It hit Katsuki like a punch.
What they’d had - a rivalry, a tentative friendship - wasn’t enough.
Katsuki wanted more.
He wanted to hold Izuku’s face in his hands, and he wanted to run his thumbs over the light freckles on his cheeks. He wanted to meet those big green eyes and tell Izuku that Katsuki had been such a moron for not seeing what had been in front of him his entire life. He wanted Izuku to smile, for Katsuki and Katsuki alone, and then he wanted to kiss that smile right off his face.
He brought up a hand to cover his mouth, shocked. He couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before. With the amount of time he spent looking at Izuku, thinking about Izuku, why had he never realized his feelings were something more?
He clenched his jaw. No matter how much Katsuki’s feelings towards Izuku had changed, their history never could.
Even if Izuku felt similarly, it would never work out with them, and never should.
Katsuki put the picture back in the envelope and shoved it into a drawer so he wouldn’t have to look at it any longer.
His heart ached as he thought about what was going to happen if - when - they got Deku back. Katsuki would have to deal with this revelation again, with Deku right in front of him but just out of reach.
Deku Returns
They got Izuku back, and now the idiot was sleeping off his month of nonstop work. Katsuki had said what he should’ve said a long time ago, and even if it didn’t change anything between them, he was glad he had.
He took out the envelope of pictures his mom had given him and flipped to one in particular. He’d looked at them a lot while Izuku was gone and he knew exactly which one he was looking for.
There. Izuku with a huge grin and his fingers up in a peace sign. Katsuki scowling with his arms crossed. Almost identical to that picture from when they were kids, the one that he’d torn to pieces but for some reason Katsuki hadn’t been able to forget.
He pinned the photo onto his bulletin board, next to all the blueprints for his gauntlets and notes on fighting tactics. He’d never put up a picture like this before, but the butterflies he got looking at it made him feel nice, even though he would never put that emotion into words, for himself or for anyone else.
Then he frowned. The picture stood out, a strike of color among all the plain notes, so anyone in his room would be able to tell he’d put it there intentionally.
He tacked up a couple more photos to hide its conspicuousness. A picture of all Class A shortly after moving into the dorms; Kaminari and Kirishima arguing in front of Katsuki; Katsuki and Shoto sparring.
There. He could still see Izuku, but now it wouldn’t be quite so conspicuous.
“Aw, Bakubro,” Kirishima when he stopped by Katsuki’s room later. “You finally put up some pictures. Look, that’s me. I made it onto your board.” He mimed wiping away a tear.
Katsuki glared at the board, ready to tear it all down, but he swallowed the anxiety at showing his vulnerability and looked back at Kirishima. “Another word and I’ll blow you into so many pieces that even Recovery Girl won’t be able to put you back together.”
“All right, all right,” Kirishima said, holding up his hands in defense. But his smile towards Katsuki as he left was a gentle one.
Pro Heroes
Katsuki was a pro hero now, number 2 on the charts less than a year after his debut despite his abrasive personality. He was only behind Deku. Katsuki still planned to surpass Deku one day, but despite his continued expression of aggressive rivalry, they were close now after having been through so much together.
Katsuki had finally gotten his own apartment, and it was missing any personalized touches, which he didn’t mind, except… He missed some of the photographs he’d had pinned up when he was at UA.
This is pathetic, he thought as he picked out a photo on his phone. This is humiliating, he thought as he got it printed. I can’t believe I’m such a loser, he thought as he put it in a frame and set it on his nightstand.
It was a photo of Deku and Dynamight talking to the press after their first official debut as pro-heroes a couple of years ago. They’d taken that villain down together, like they had almost every one since. Katsuki was scowling and quiet, but Deku had his hand resting lightly on Dynamight’s arm and a big smile on his face as he explained to the press what had happened. Deku looked adorable in the photo, with the scratches and the messy hair and the optimistic expression and the easy way he spoke to the press.
The photo evoked an embarrassing feeling of warmth and happiness in Katsuki’s chest, and he’d gone back to it again and again on his phone whenever he couldn’t get Izuku off his mind. Now, he thought it was a good addition to his own private space.
That was, until Izuku visited for the first time, a month after Katsuki had moved in.
“Wow, Kacchan, I can’t believe how nice this place is,” Izuku said, running his hand along the marble counters. The place was simple and sparsely furnished, but it had a nice kitchen and a gym. Katsuki didn’t really think much of showing it off. He knew it wasn’t his belongings but rather his abilities that made him exceptional.
Izuku wandered into the bedroom, which was empty except for a bed and a nightstand. The picture frame on the nightstand caught his attention and he wandered over to look at it.
Katsuki froze. It was just a fixture of the room at this point, so he had completely forgotten it was there when he’d invited Izuku over. He cursed himself for leaving it out.
Over the years, he hadn’t felt a strong need to keep his feelings completely secret; nothing would really change if anyone found out. But still, he’d never actually said anything to Izuku, and never had planned to. There wasn’t a point. It could never work out. But hiding the picture would have avoided that unnecessary and undoubtedly uncomfortable conversation, at least for now.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, turning to Katsuki, who was leaning on the door frame.
Katsuki kept his expression carefully blank, watching Izuku’s reaction closely. He felt his cheeks heating up and hoped Izuku couldn’t see the color from where he stood across the room. Okay, so maybe Izuku thought it was pretty weird that Katsuki kept pictures of his friend next to where he slept, but he wasn’t about to apologize for it.
“It’s us,” Izuku said.
“Obviously, dumbass.”
“Why?”
“‘Why’?” Katsuki huffed out a laugh and met Izuku’s eyes. No point in being anything but honest. “Because I like looking at you.”
Izuku hesitated, and then asked again, “Why?”
“Because you’re fucking cute, okay?”
“I’m… what? Why?”
“You really haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Are you making fun of me?” Izuku said, narrowing his eyes.
Katsuki wished that’s all it was. He took a deep breath and admitted what he’d been holding in for years. “Jesus. I’m in love with you, asshole.”
“Oh,” Izuku said blankly. And then a moment later, “Oh.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki said, stepping past Izuku and setting the frame face-down on the nightstand. It was almost a relief to finally have his feelings out in the open after years of not saying anything. Still, Izuku knew now, but so what? Everything would go back to normal soon enough. “My hero work is the only thing that’s important.”
“You’re in love with me?” Izuku said, like his brain was experiencing a serious lag.
“You need to get your ears checked?”
Katsuki turned to go back to the main room but Izuku spoke again.
“How long?”
Katsuki was quiet for a moment. “Since you went off on your own after Shigaraki. I don’t know, something changed when we were working on One For All together. When you left… It made me realize how I felt.” He shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Tears welled up in Izuku’s eyes. “Years?”
Katsuki didn’t reply, didn’t even meet Izuku’s eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter.” He started to walk away again but Izuku grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around and meet his eyes.
“Kacchan.” He licked his lips, which was so distracting that Katsuki almost didn’t hear what came next. “I really like you too. So, so much.”
Katsuki hadn’t been expecting that. He knew Izuku cared about him, like he cared about so many people, but Katsuki never would’ve thought Izuku cared about him like that, not after everything Katsuki had put him through.
“What?”
Izuku sounded more unsure when he repeated, “I’m in love with you too.”
Katsuki felt like he should’ve seen it coming, the way Izuku had followed him around their entire lives. But whatever complicated motivations he’d ascribed to Izuku’s behavior before, he never would’ve expected it to be this.
“What the hell.”
Izuku gave him a wavering smile. “Sorry.”
“Asshole. Don’t apologize.”
“Sorr—”
“Deku.”
Izuku held back another apology and then asked, “How come you never told me?”
“I couldn’t change anything I’d done.”
“Oh.”
“There’s some things that can’t be forgiven. We get along fine now, but I made your life hell for the longest time.”
“But I’m okay. We’re okay.”
“That’s not the point,” Katsuki said, not even trying to hide his exasperation.
“I don’t get it.”
“Listen, Izuku,” Katsuki said. “Sometimes you’re too nice for your own good. You never take yourself into account. You deserve someone who doesn’t have that complicated history with you. Literally anyone else. I accepted that a long time ago, and—”
Izuku furrowed his brow and scowled, a familiar look of determination coming over his face. “You’ve told me what I couldn’t do my whole life, Kacchan. That I couldn’t be a hero. That I couldn’t go to UA. That I couldn’t keep up with Class A.”
“Exactly, which is why—”
“Shut up, I’m not done,” Izuku said, and Katsuki was shocked into silence at his blunt words. “Now you’re telling me I can’t feel the way I feel about you. Screw that, Katsuki. I know what I want. You can’t tell me what I can’t do anymore.”
“Izuku…” Katsuki’s throat was thick with tears.
It meant something that Izuku was telling him off. It gave him hope, even though he knew it shouldn’t. Maybe Izuku was right. Maybe they could move on from the past. Maybe they had to.
Katsuki cleared his throat to hide his emotion, and asked, his voice very quiet, “So what do you want?”
Doubt clouded Izuku’s features again. “I want… Kacchan, I want you, I mean, if that’s okay…”
Izuku’s soft, sincere voice broke down the last of Katsuki’s reluctance. The firm belief that he couldn’t be with Izuku, that he shouldn’t, cracked and fell apart.
“Fucking idiot,” Katsuki said with a laugh. At the response, Izuku’s eyes went huge and unsure, but Katsuki still took his time to add, “Of course that’s okay, moron.”
“Oh…”
Katsuki wasn’t sure if Izuku kissed him first, or if he kissed Izuku first. But finally,finally, his lips were on Izuku’s, the lips he’d watched and dreamt about for years. The lips whose image had kept him up late at night, wondering how he could turn off the feelings he had for someone he didn’t deserve.
Izuku kissed him back, his hands greedily grasping Katsuki’s shirt. Izuku’s kiss was clumsy and uncertain, but Katsuki didn’t mind. He’d thought about this first kiss so many times, and it was exactly what he expected, exactly what he wanted.
Izuku pulled back, eyes closed, and even this close Katsuki could see he was an endearing shade of red. “Kacchan…” he muttered, burying his face in Katsuki’s shoulder and trying to catch his breath. “Ah… Sorry… I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I just never expected it to be you, and I really like you, I really, really like you, and…”
Katsuki smiled into Izuku’s shoulder. “Idiot,” he muttered. “Stop talking.”
“Okay.”
They held each other close, the last wall between them finally torn down after all these years. Their relationship had shifted a lot since they were kids, and Katsuki was stunned it had turned itself into this. Stunned, but so happy.
“Kacchan.”
“Hm.”
“I want to be with you.”
“You are with me, idiot. You’re in my arms right now.”
“No, I mean… With you. Like… Your boyfriend.”
Katsuki took a step back to look at Izuku. His eyes were pleading and vulnerable. Katsuki thought about it. One, he’d been determined to avoid any type of romantic relationship so he could focus on hero work, though that reason didn’t seem so compelling right now. Two, boyfriend seemed like an inappropriate word for them, not even close to enough to describe their relationship.
Still, it didn’t take long for him to make up his mind.
“Yeah, sure,” he finally said. “You can be my boyfriend.”
Izuku kissed him again, and Katsuki could feel Izuku’s smile against his lips.
Epilogue
Katsuki stood in front of the newly-printed picture Izuku had hung up earlier that day on the wall of their shared apartment. It was the two of them, exchanging vows in front of an altar, both dressed in tuxedos. Katsuki smiled gently at the picture, even though he had thought marriage was a dumb idea, unnecessary and a waste of time and money. But Izuku had really wanted it, so Katsuki said yes.
Katsuki felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a head rest on his shoulder.
“Admit it, you’re glad we got married,” Izuku murmured.
Summary:After Izuku comes home, Katsuki realizes he’s fallen in love. But no apology is enough to fix the past, and he knows it.
Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Class 1A Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Word Count: 3,000 Rating:T AO3:Link
Other tags: BNHA #322-327 spoilers, first kiss, love confessions
Notes: Takes place during events of #322–327 and a couple of days after. Starts with canon events including a couple of direct quotes but diverges from there.
Fic:
Katsuki started to realize a few things about himself after Izuku left UA.
First, he was worried about the nerd.
Second, he was furious at the nerd for making him worry. Izuku putting Katsuki in a situation where he thought about Izuku all the time, where he lost sleep over him, absolutely qualified as a dick move.
Third, he was furious at himself. He knew now that Izuku was better than him. He always had been, but Katsuki had been too caught up in his own greatness to notice.
Katsuki had watched Izuku risk his life over and over to protect others, and now was watching him work himself to death to keep everyone safe. He knew first-hand that Izuku had always been like that, even before his quirk. He’d always been determined and selfless and willing to sacrifice himself if others needed it.
When Izuku had held his hand out to Katsuki when they were kids, it wasn’t because he was looking down on Katsuki. It was because he was kind. It was because he cared. It was because he knew that even if someone was strong, they still deserved help and support - something that Izuku himself seemed to have forgotten right now.
When they found Izuku, exhausted and giving up under the press of dozens of civilians controlled by a villain, he was relieved but angry. This fucking dumbass. Katsuki knew it. He knew Izuku would push himself too far like this, and then would push his friends away in an effort to protect them, even when they didn’t need protecting.
The fury subsided when he faced Izuku directly. Izuku, barely staying on his feet, eyes foggy and barely able to focus on Katsuki through his exhaustion. Katsuki felt the eyes of the rest of Class 1-A on him as he told Izuku what he needed to tell him. That Katsuki had always known Izuku was strong, even when Katsuki had tried to believe differently. That Katsuki was sorry for everything he’d done to Izuku. That no matter how strong he was, Izuku needed to accept their help now.
Izuku took a long time to absorb the words, and he finally spoke with a wavering voice, clearly a huge effort through his exhaustion. “I said you all couldn’t keep up with me. I’m sorry I said something so awful.”
With the words out of his mouth, he started to collapse. Katsuki rushed forward and let Izuku fall into his arms. “We get it,” he said, but he wasn’t even sure the nerd was even alert enough to have heard him.
Katsuki started to realize something else as he held Izuku in his arms, as he looked at Izuku, his face dirty and scratched but now so free from worry now that he was asleep.
Katsuki was in love.
He was still stunned by the realization as they got Izuku home.
He was too stunned to go into action against the crowd that was preventing Izuku from entering U.A., which was the only thing stopping him from blasting his way through the idiots in their way, get Izuku some place he could rest. Instead, he stood steady and reassuring by Izuku’s side and let Uraraka convince the crowd.
He started to come back to himself when the boys of 1-A took Izuku to the baths. “We’re still rivals, including you, Deku—Izuku,” Katsuki said, splashing Izuku with a wave of water.
Izuku smiled at Katsuki’s self-correction of his name. “Too challenging? ‘Deku’ is fine, Kacchan.”
Little shit. Katsuki splashed him again and made his disagreement loud and clear, but even as he yelled, he felt warm and happy. Izuku was safe.
Izuku had said he was too wired up to sleep, but it didn’t take long before he slumped against Katsuki where they sat together on the couch, fast asleep. Katsuki glanced down at Izuku, his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder. Izuku normally wouldn’t have gotten away with it, but Katsuki wasn’t going to move the guy when he was so tired.
And… He was cute. When had he gotten so cute? Freckles and curly green hair and a round face that radiated kindness, even when he was asleep.
Katsuki couldn’t stop staring. He smiled and brushed a lock of unruly hair away from Izuku’s face.
He glanced up and met Icy-Hot’s eyes across the room, and immediately scowled, his cheeks starting to burn. There was no judgment in Shoto’s eyes, only the soft relief that all of them were feeling now that Izuku was back, but it was a moment Katsuki hadn’t meant anyone to see. He still was unsteady in his own feelings, he wasn’t ready for others to form their opinions as well.
One by one the others filtered out of the room to go to bed, everyone exhausted from the stress and exertion of their fight with Izuku earlier that day.
Shoto’s eyes lingered on them for a couple seconds too long.
“Good night,” he said. “Be nice.”
Mind your own business, you half-assed ice cube, Katsuki got ready to say, but he bit back the retort. He didn’t want to wake Izuku up, not now.
Instead he just nodded. Shoto left and they were alone.
Katsuki rested his head against Izuku’s. He took one of Izuku’s hands in his own and ran a thumb over one of the scars. There were a few of them, representing Izuku’s determination and sacrifice, and Katsuki thought they were beautiful.
Tiredness washed over him now that everything had calmed down, and he closed his eyes, not taking long to drift off to sleep.
He woke up to the sound of giggling. His eyes snapped open and he was met with the sight of Mina and Yaoyorozu snapping a picture of him and Izuku, leaning against each other with their hands intertwined, on one of their phones.
“Hey!” he shouted, startling Izuku awake. He jumped to his feet. “Give me that, now!”
Yaoyorozu laughed and dodged his sparking hands reaching for her phone. Mina blocked his way as Yaoyorozu tapped something on her phone. The phone made the whooshing sound of an email being sent. Small booms went off in Katsuki’s clenched fists.
“Who knew you were such a softy?” Mina said.
“Do I look like a softy to you?” Bakugo shouted, his fists now starting to smoke.
“What’s going on?” Izuku says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Kacchan?”
“He was holding your hand,” Mina said.
“Whatever,” Katsuki said, throwing up his hands in irritation and storming out.
“You’ve really made progress, huh?” Katsuki heard Yaoyorozu say to Izuku from behind him.
“Oh, yeah… I guess…”
Izuku wandered into the kitchen to find Katsuki a couple of minutes later, still looking exhausted and ragged. He had dark circles under his eyes and he’d clearly lost weight in the month he was gone. Stupid Deku.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” Izuku said, yawning, as he slid into a chair at a table nearby.
“Yeah, of course your sorry ass would be too lazy to actually get up and go to an actual bed,” Katsuki grumbled, chopping up vegetables for an omelet.
After a moment, Izuku added cautiously, “We were holding hands?”
Katsuki scoffed. “Don’t look too much into it, nerd. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going anywhere again.”
“Aw, Kacchan.” Izuku smiled. “You missed me.”
“Shut up.”
Izuku was quiet for a few minutes as Katsuki whipped up the omelet with the ingredients that he knew were Izuku’s favorites. When he looked over at Izuku again, he was slumped over the table with his head resting on his arms, asleep.
Katsuki slid the plate onto the table in front of Izuku and nudged him. “Hey. Shitty Deku. Wake up.”
“Mmf?” Izuku blinked tiredly and looked up at Katsuki.
“Food.”
“You made this for me?”
“Yes.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku’s eyes filled with tears.
“Shut the fuck up and eat.”
Izuku did.
“Will you train with me today?” Izuku asked as he ate.
“I’m not going to kick your ass while you’re only half alive. I have my pride.”
“I think you’re scared because you know I got better.”
“Wanna bet, shitty nerd? Even if you got better, you’re still leagues behind me.”
“Ah, there’s the Kacchan I know and love.”
Katsuki looked away, flustered at the choice of words. Love. And the way he’d said it, so naturally…
“I mean, you’ve been going kind of soft on me since I got back,” Izuku said.
“I’ll beat you into the ground at training and then we’ll see who’s going soft,” Katsuki growled.
“Good.”
It took a couple more naps and another healthy meal, forced upon him by the other classmates of 1-A, but finally Izuku was deemed fit for fighting.
Izukuhad gotten better. One month of nonstop work meant more mastery of his six quirks, and of using them simultaneously. But Katsuki had been training too, developing a couple of new moves, and within a few minutes he had Izuku pinned to the ground.
“I told you,” Katsuki said with a grin.
Izuku grinned back at him. “You did.”
God. This fucking asshole. He went through hell alone, he gave every part of himself to keep everyone else safe, and one day later he was already back to being his sunny, cheerful self. Now that he’d gotten some rest, the blank eyes he’d had yesterday were now filled with life and sparks of challenge.
“Izuku…” Katsuki groaned, and he quickly stood up and took a few steps away, running his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“What? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” Katsuki snapped.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Izuku looked like a fucking kicked puppy, big pleading eyes and small frown on his freckled face and Katsuki couldn’t stand it. He wanted to walk over there right then and kiss him. If Izuku were anybody else, he would have.
But it was Izuku, who he gave shit to relentlessly for years, and he had apologized - he’d had to, to get Izuku home, though he meant every word - but that didn’t change anything. That didn’t mean he had a shot in hell with this guy, or that he even deserved one.
“Kacchan?” Izuku said, tilting his head slightly. Katsuki realized he’d been staring at Izuku for a few too many seconds and turned away, face burning.
“Forget it, nerd,” he grumbled. “Come on, let’s get back. You need some more rest.”
“I’m fine, I can go again,” Izuku said.
“No,” Katsuki replied. He couldn’t handle being close to Izuku, touching him, when all that was going through his mind was how much he wanted to kiss him. “You’re still recovering, idiot. You need a break.”
Katsuki started to walk towards the exit of the training room, and Izuku caught up with him, their shoulders almost brushing together. Katsuki gritted his teeth.
“Hey, Kacchan,” Izuku said softly.
“What, asshole?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“I’m not,” Katsuki scoffed, and he wished that were true so that people - Izuku - wouldn’t think he cared as much as he did.
“Kacchan…” Izuku had stopped walking, so Katsuki stopped to look back at him.
The idiot had tears welling up in his eyes. Fucking crybaby. Izuku sniffed. The tears started to spill over, and they wouldn’t stop.
“Everything you told me, I… I never thought we’d get there, you know? I thought…” He sniffed again and then Katsuki was in front of him, Izuku’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
“Hey,” Katsuki said, his voice gentle. He cleared his throat and tried again, gruff. “Hey. Knock that shit off. The new symbol of peace can’t break down crying all the time.”
Izuku looked up at Katsuki with a wavering smile, his eyes still shining with tears. And then he threw his arms around Katsuki and pulled him close, burying his head in Katsuki’s shoulder, and all of Katsuki’s thoughts disappeared from his mind at the close contact.
“You’re amazing,” Izuku said. “I couldn’t have gotten here without you. You know that, right? You know that I think you’re amazing?”
Hesitantly, Katsuki brought his arms up to hold Izuku. “Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks I’m amazing.”
Izuku let out a little laugh-hiccup. “Thanks, Kacchan.”
Katsuki huffed. “Yeah. Don’t mention it. Pathetic crybaby. Come on, let’s go back.”
Katsuki couldn’t deal with his feelings, so he tried his best to avoid Izuku. Which was hard, because Izuku was everywhere, being fawned over by Class 1-A. And secondly, Katsuki was worried about him, felt anxious every time he was out of sight (what if he took off again?), so he moped around in the corner of the room, keeping an eye on Izuku.
They were all stressed and wired up, having to be on standby for defeating Tomura before the deadline, but they also had to do their best to remain rested enough that they would have the energy to fight when it came to it.
Katsuki had trouble falling asleep. He was sure they were all having that problem, with Japan on the brink like it was.
So the knock on his door was something of a relief. He slid out of bed and padded over to the door, opening it up.
“Izuku. You couldn’t sleep either?”
“I did, but the nightmares… With Tomura. So many people got hurt, because of me.”
“Why’d you come to me? Don’t you have Iida, or Todoroki or someone?”
“I can go if I’m bothering you,” Izuku said, starting to turn away, and Katsuki grabbed his arm.
He sighed. “You’re not. Come in.”
They sat on the floor in front of Katsuki’s bed, leaning back against it.
“It was my fault,” Izuku said, resting his head against Katsuki’s shoulder again. Katsuki went rigid for a moment before forcing himself to relax. He needed to be a calming presence right now. “I shouldn’t be at UA right now.”
Katsuki sighed. “Christ, Deku, for someone with such good grades, you’re really fucking dense.”
“Hey!”
“All for One was going to happen with or without you. What happened is not on you. You did everything right. Even right now. Listen, I’m not saying this because I care about you, but - if you run yourself into the ground until you can’t get up, you’re not going to be any good to anyone. We need you safe here so we have a fighting chance against these fuckers.”
“Kacchan…”
Katsuki was going to melt if he heard that name out of Izuku’s lips one more time.
Izuku was looking up at him, and Katsuki hesitantly met his gaze. Izuku’s still-shining eyes flicked down to Katsuki’s lips for a moment and then back up to Katsuki’s eyes.
Katsuki couldn’t breathe. Time seemed to slow, his heart pounding loud in his chest.
Izuku closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Katsuki’s.
Katsuk kissed Izuku back. He brought a hand up to rest on the side of Izuku’s neck, the tips of his fingers brushing against the curly green hair. The butterflies in his stomach were something new. Unexpected, but good, making his entire being aware of what he was doing.
What had he been waiting for? This was perfect.
This was wrong.
He pulled back and quickly looked away.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Izuku started to say, his voice embarrassed and barely audible.
“Why the hell would you do that, moron?” Katsuki asked, eyes carefully avoiding Izuku’s. “After everything? After how I treated you?”
He heard Izuku sniff and finally looked back at him. Tears were streaming down Izuku’s face again.
“We’re more than that, Kacchan.”
Katsuki considered scolding him for crying, again, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This moment was too important.
“Even when you were mean… You were something that pushed me to improve myself. You were the ideal I wanted to reach. When we got to U.A., when we started talking again, I was so happy. I missed you.”
Fuck, this nerd was sappy. Katsuki grit his teeth to stop his own tears. “You deserve better. Anyone else. Uraraka likes you. She defended you out there. Be with her. You’re close with Icy-Hot, maybe him.”
“But I like you,” Izuku said. “I have for a really, really long time.”
Katsuki shook his head. “Christ, I’ve always told you that you were dumb.”
“How do you feel?”
Katsuki scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Getting into this emotional territory is a little lame, Deku.”
“Katsuki.”
Katsuki was a little jolted by the sound of his actual name.
“I like you too, okay?” he grumbled.
Izuku beamed up at him with such excitement that Katsuki couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “Nerd.”
He leaned forward and gave Izuku another brief kiss, the taste of Izuku’s tears salty on his lips.
When he pulled away, he met Izuku’s gaze and held it. “This thing with Tomura isn’t going to be easy. But you’ll be there for me, and I’ll be there for you. We all will. No more nightmares, okay, dweeb?” Katsuki ruffled Izuku’s hair.
“I probably won’t have any more nightmares if I stay here.”
“Yeah?” Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But no funny business.”
Izuku snorted. “I should be the one telling you that.”
Katsuki laughed. “I’ll hold back. For now.”
Izuku got to his feet. It was even more obvious from this position that Izuku had grown up. He had grown so much from the timid, unsure Deku he’d been just a couple of years ago.
Izuku extended a hand down to Katsuki. This time, Katsuki took it.
The liminal space of an airport: a transient feeling, melancholy and stuck in time.
Follow Kirishima as he’s stuck in the airport and meets Bakugou—a fascinating, bizarre, well-traveled pilot—in Shippeh’s fic “Carry-on.”
“Time inside an airport twists and turns and when it isn’t slow, it’s fast. It is fast like the pounding of a child’s broken leather heel as they race to catch up to their mother’s rushing grip — fast like the sweat beading down every identical food court employee’s run-ragged hair — fast like blinking numbers on half-broken signs that change every time you look and never, ever match the printed ink on the ticket you cling to in a frantic hand.
A day spent at an airport is a day lost to time and a day you will never get back. Things that happen in wide, white noise terminals are things that do not matter and will never matter.
It was exactly the kind of twisted space and time that Kirishima Eijirou so desperately needed.”
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Hello everyone! I just thought I would reblog this to let everyone know that my requests are OPEN and that here are my request guidelines! Feel free to ask for as many situations, fics, one-shots, etc. as you would like! Also, if you want a place to chat or talk, I’m totally cool with that as well! Talk to me about the upcoming seasons for both MHA and AOT - I am so hyped for both - and if you want to talk about anything you’re watching now! For me, I’m rewatching Fruits Basket (it’s one of my favs!) and keeping up with SpyxFamily - it’s so good! I hope you all are safe happy and healthy!
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✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ When the power goes out, your neighbor and childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo comes over to check on you ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Childhood friend reader, movie night for one becomes a movie night for two, pining and fluff abounds ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Requested by ~ persephoneismyqueen ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I love the idea of power outage cuddles, so I had a blast with this one! I don’t write Bakugo much, so I hope this is okay! ~
You’ve grown up on the same street as the Bakugos your whole life, and other than how loud their house can get, they’ve always been great neighbors. You used to hang out when he was young, but as you went to a different school you didn’t see him as much from middle school onward, only when he was at home. After he got into UA, and they had their students move into the dorms during his first year, all you saw from him was on the news. But after he graduated he moved back in so you started running into each other more often again. You’ve met up for a movie a few times, and you’ve met his new friends from high school who seem way too nice for him.
You see him driving out even in this crazy weather, of course, he has to go to the gym even in this. A slight scoff as you close the blinds, thinking that he’s way too stubborn for his own good but don’t think any more of it until the storm knocks out the power. With only a slight panic (well, maybe more than slight, but nobody needs to know that), you get the fairy lights down from your room. And before you know it, you have made a whole fort downstairs in the living room, where it’s the lightest anyway, with a movie ready to go and dinner on the stove. Your phone goes off as you’re cooking, it’s Katsuki. “Hey, you doing alright? This weather is crazy, power’s out.” “It’s wild, isn’t it?” “That’s not an answer. You gonna make me come over to check on you?” “Ha, I’m not a kid Katsuki.” “I’m on the way back from the gym anyway, I’ll swing by.” You chuckle, knowing how he always invites himself over like this.
And soon enough, you hear a knock at the door, and see Bakugo on your patio, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants that were not nearly enough to keep him warm in this weather. When you give him an eyebrow about this, he grumbles “I’ve been ringing your doorbell for the last five minutes, before I realized the power is off. Now ya gonna let me in? It’s cold out here.” You laugh and motion for the kitchen, “Have you eaten yet? I just made some spaghetti, and of course it’s way too much for one person.”
As he comes in he sees the fort you set up for yourself, lights, blankets and all, and chuckles a little. “Looks like something a kid would make. Got room for two in there?” You’re a little taken aback “Don’t you need to be getting over to your place?” “Nah, powers out, everything I need to do takes WiFi, so, I got nothing for the evening. So, I’ll crash your movie night” He gives you his cocky grin with this, but upon seeing your surprised face he says a little softer “if that’s okay, I mean?”
As the two of you scootch into the fort, you realize that it really was made for one, so now you’re both pressed really close in between the walls of pillows on your mattress. The lights on the outside kept you from pushing them off, so he has to comment on it, “What’d you set all these lights up for, it’s not like you could see, your vision is crap anyway.” You roll your eyes and elbow him slightly, “Hey, rude.”
After a moment of trying to find a way to lay next to each other, he grumbles, “this ain’t comfy with the two of us, and you put in all this work. ‘Mere.” He opens his arms and gestures for you to lay on him “There. That way we could use the space better” he says, trying to casually play off the fact that he’s blushing like a tomato and his heart is racing. He doesn’t realize it, but with your head against him, you can hear how much this closeness is impacting him. You smell the sweet, caramel-like smell that he always gives off as you snuggle into his chest a little. “This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile. “It is. We should do it more often.” Does that mean what you think it means? He’s never been the most direct, so you have him clarify. “The movie part, or…this?” He tenses beneath you with the question and coughs a little before answering, “This. I…don’t mind holding you like this.” You sit up to kiss his cheek, “I like it too, Katsuki.”
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ A cooking contest with your fiancé Katsuki Bakugo gets a little heated ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Highschool sweetheart turned fiance reader, just straight fluff (what a waste of food though XD) ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I don’t write much Bakugo, but I hope you like it! ~
Who would have thought that your fiancé, the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, top pro-hero that is Katsuki Bakugo would be so into cooking? That was one of the things you two had in common, though, so since you two first started dating years ago, you’ve always made a date out of cooking together. It helped him relax, as well as get to eat what the two of you made together. Tonight though, you wanted to mix it up, “We’re going to make each other’s favorite dish, and whoever loses has to do the chores for a week. Deal?” He chuckles, “You’re on, babe. Don’t be surprised when I beat your ass though.”
You decided to make him some jalapeño poppers, stuffed with cheddar mixed with some Carolina Reaper hot sauce and sausage, while he worked hard on prepping something he said you’d love. Somewhere along the way, however, the two of you started resorting to sabotage. It’d be hard to say who started it, he decided that it would be fair to start the oven for his dish while you were still looking up the recipe, and then to put some extra dashes of hot sauce in, you “accidently” knocked into his bowl a couple of times, and it progressed from there. When he went into the pantry to grab some more ingredients, though, you leaned over and turned the oven up 100 degrees over what he set and added another hour to the timer, before quickly getting back to your own.
What he came back with, however, included the bag of flour that you quickly scooped up and tossed some at him. When the powder cleared you could see the massive smirk on his face, “Alright, that’s it”, before reaching into your bag of cheese and chucking some of it at you. The cooking contest is quickly sidelined as a food fight erupts, slinging all sorts of ingredients and sauces at each other until you slip on one of your peppers that ended up on the floor. He quickly catches you before you can hit the ground, and you both just look at each other, completely covered in food.
You both just start laughing, until the smoke alarm starts going off. “What the crap?! Why is the oven up so damn high?”, he grabs his dish out as quickly as possible, trying to fan off the smoke that’s now filling the disaster zone that used to be his kitchen. When he tries to take a piece off, it crumbles almost immediately, and you just start cracking up again. You slide one of the now mangled, half-stuffed peppers onto a platter and hand it over to him, “Well, since mine is the only one together enough to get on a plate, I think I’m the winner, Kats.”
“Yeah yeah, you played dirty though,” he grumbles while gesturing at the crisp that was supposed to be his dish. “Be that as it may, I won, so you better get cleaning, this is a mess” You smirk before walking out of the kitchen, leaving him complaining about the pain it is to clean it all up. But you come back in with the cleaning supplies and you two spend the evening cleaning up, before cooking something together.
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
It’s the monthly movie in the park, your old classmates get together and bring movies, and the group votes on what will you watch. Tonight, Kaminari is in charge of the votes, so when the previous movie wraps up he stands in front of the group, “It’s time -drumroll please- for movie number three! Our current selections are suggested by our dear friends here, Izuku Midoriya and Fumikage Tokoyami! Number one is… it’s a three-hour documentary on All Might’s bronze age. And number two is a horror movie! So, what do we think?” The vote was nearly unanimous, and with only two votes for the All Might documentary, the horror movie won, and Kaminari started the film. You’ve been out here since early afternoon, and while the shirt you’re wearing was enough before sundown, the cold is starting to get to you.
You were sitting next to your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, on the edge of the rest of the group. But when you noticed his eyes on you, he didn’t bother to look away, so you gave him a quizzical look. “You’re shivering,” he said bluntly. You blush at the gaze, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda chilly out, but it’s no big deal! I’m just going to run and get my jacket from the car.” He looks at you for a moment, as if deep in thought, “I don’t get as cold, use this” he hands his plain blue sweatshirt to you, wearing a white t-shirt underneath. “Did I do it right? The boyfriend sweater thing?”
Boyfriend?! It’s not that you minded the idea of dating him, but since you had been friends so long without saying anything you didn’t think he was interested, “Shoto we’re not dating?” Your words are met with a blank stare, "We aren’t? I had thought that’s what all the study sessions and meals were? That’s what Kaminari said at least.” You feel your face getting even hotter and you turn away, “Well yeah they could have been dates, I just, we never said anything so I didn’t think we were together?” His eyebrows furrow, “Do you not want us to be dating? I assumed that the feelings were mutual I guess.”
You stop for a moment. One of the top students in UA, the son of the number 1 hero, your best friend, just admitted he has a crush on you. Not only that, but that he thought you two had been dating for who knows how long. “You like me?” you ask, “And you thought we were dating?” He shifts a little uncomfortably, glancing toward the others, before answering in a quieter tone “Yes, I do, and I did think we were. I would like to continue, or to start dating if you would?” You smirk as you pull on the hoodie, and lean into his warm side. “I would like that too.”
He puts his arm around you and uses his quirk just enough to keep you both warm. As you finally got comfortable, you started to lightly tease Todoroki for never having actually asked you out, before you were interrupted by Sero. “Alright lovebirds, glad you got that figured out. But can you please quiet down, we’re trying to watch this” Ah. Yes. The movie.
You blister the skin of his fingers, leave him rubbing the pads together- trying to replicate what the fire beneath your skin feels like.
And Bakugou will never say it out loud, not for all the fame and fortune and glory in the world, but he likes the way you make him itch. He likes the way bugs crawl up his arms at your breath against his collarbone. The way he always feels some raw, giddy thing clogging up his throat.
So he races to shuck off his uniform, rushes in the shower. All but trips over himself putting on a pair of boxers. He’s clean now, and he knows you much prefer him clean, but it’s been 3 entire weeks and Bakugou kind of wishes he could skip some of those steps.
You’re asleep when he finally sees you. Face pressed against his side of the bed, nuzzling into his pillow. Suddenly that raw thing stopping up his throat threatens to break.
He brings you in, a gently as he can. One hand at the base of your spine, pressing you against his chest as he lies down. The other cradles the back of your head, squirming until he can feel your breath just under his ear (where it should be). His pillow smells distinctly of you and Bakugou feels some integral part of his world realigning.
He feels you shift beneath his fingers. Just minutely. Just barely.
“Say a goddamn thing.” He warns into the dark. “I’ll get up right now.”
You smile against his neck. Wrap your arms around his broad back. “Mhm. I know. Mission go okay?”
“No. ‘m fine though.”
He feels his stomach go a little funny at the way you pull him even closer then. At the way you pet gently at his hair, soothing at the wisps of blonde just behind his ear.
“Oh, okay.” You sigh, and he can feel it against his neck. “So we’ll talk about it in the morning then.”
“‘m not talkin’ about shit.”
You just huff a laugh at that, and it feels like he’s falling through the Earth. The mission really had shaken him, regardless of what he refused to say, and something about the weight of you in his arms suddenly feels like everything - like the summation of all his sweat. Like the totality of all the raw power pooling in his palms, and what it means to finally love something more than the tingling in those fingertips.
He’d give it all up. Swears he would if you just asked - but you never do. You just kiss him. On the lips when he leaves, and on the forehead when he returns.
He feels it now too - that featherlight kiss against his forehead. You’re careful, never too much pressure.
Sometimes, when’s he tucked away in yet another too-cold corner of the world, Bakugou will touch his own forehead. Just two fingers against the center of his temple, for only a moment. It never feels the same. Not quite right, too much pressure; but he’s come to think of it as his good luck charm. Something to remind him to make it back home safely, no matter what the mission is.
“Missed you.” You’re blinking away some watery, tight thing, clearing your throat. “Felt like forever this time.”
He agrees. Can feel the full force of that agreement clogging up his own throat, but he’ll never let it tumble out. So he just scoffs, pinches lightly at the back of your leg that’s resting across him.
“Brat.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. Hopes you can’t feel the way his lip threatens to quiver. “Learn to be patient. I always fuckin’ come back, don’t I?”
“You do.”
“Mhm, so stop worryin’ so much.”
Moments like these, he wishes he could be a little softer. That he could offer you the “I missed you too” that you so obviously deserve. But he can’t. He tries, tries so hard, he swears he does, but the words never come out right.
“I’ll stop worrying if you will.” You say, and there’s some tiny, playful lilt that has his stomach filling up with dread. “Speaking of, Midoriya is such a sweet-heart, you know? Really kind about checking up on me these past few weeks.”
“Is he now?”
“Yeah. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Nope.”
You pinch his leg, and Bakugou feels his chest go molten. He thinks that you’re similar. That you match. It warms him all the way up inside.
The room goes quiet, and he lets you guide his head until he’s looking right into your eyes. You don’t say anything, but sometimes he likes this part the most. When all is said and done and you’re still looking back at him. It makes him feel like he’d finally done it. Like he’d finally completed whatever stressful, worrying task was still hanging over his head. Like he’d finally come home.
“Lets sleep.” You finally offer, voice a whisper. “You know, so you can wake up early? Catch the sunrise?”
There’s light filtering through the blinds. A halo around your face. Orange just beginning to filter through the white slats of the blinds.
The sun is already rising and Bakugou thinks he could never love anything but you ever again.
“Sounds good.” He bites his lip, looks away. “Almost perfect.”
“Almost?”
“You gotta wake up too.”
You squeal something happy, and he lays his hand over your mouth; unable to stomach the way such sounds always make his brain fuzz over.
You’re warm beneath his fingertips once more, and all at once everything is as it should be. That integral axis realigned.
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lmaooooo wrote that hc list n now i cant stop thinkin bout pro-hero!bakugou,,,, literally so down bad rn dhmu
- bakugou has an extreme taste for the finer things in life. think nice sweatshirts, soft blankets, good cologne. mans keeps it on the dl, but trust when he goes home he’s wearing silk pjs. it’s his money afterall
- sometimes drops dinner off for u in the middle of his patrol. he thinks ur unaware of how ridiculous a deviation from assigned route ur house is, but u totally kno. u dont tell him tho :)
- doing PR stuff is the bane of his existence. even the thought of an autograph/panel day literally has him throwing a fit. u watch him throw said fit almost constantly.
- loves when u set his uniform out for him. he likes the way it still faintly smells like your lotion when he puts it on the next morning
- the only PR stuff he willingly does is help make PSAs for schools. very much a wooden board when he says his “stay in school, study hard” lines, but by god does he mean it when he says it such a nerd i love him
- a video of him gently petting a cat he saved from a tree goes viral. he swears to you that thisis what will finally make him turn to a life of villainy
- very ritualistic ab his day. he gets up at the same time, eats at the same take-out places for his break, calls you at exactly 5:30 PM,,,, villains have to knock him out cold before he’ll deviate from his routine
- bakugou rlly rlly likes when u wait up for him to get home. lies thru his teeth n says he doesnt, but he also sends u an excessive amount of ETA txts hoping u’ll get the hint and be there to greet him
- he gets unreasonably angry at villains who make him late getting home. he’s got a schedule okay!!! n if his dinner needs reheated bc of some extra, jesus christ is it gonna be that villains worst day ever
- has a habit of playing with the wedding band on his finger during interviews. slides it on/off, twists it etc
- constantly watches play-back of his own battles and critiques them mercilessly. if u even try telling him to give himself a break, bakugou will bite ur head off
- incredibly careful when fighting around schools/residential areas. he knows his quirk can be scary/loud and tries to tone down the explosions around small children,,, he can’t remember when he started caring ab that kinda thing, but now he couldn’t imagine not
- rlly grumpy about works trips. usually can’t take u for obvious danger reasons, but u’ll be getting a phone call every night to make up for ur lack of physical presence. of. he lies n says its bc he needs to “vent” ab his mission, but katsuki is entirely see-through when he refuses to talk and only asks ab ur day. falls asleep listening to ur voice,,, n u do it all over again the next night, for his sake pretending u don’t know why he’s calling
- ruthless in his product reviews. PR tries to force him into endorsement deals, but it goes terribly if he doesnt like the product ,,, (he tanked an entire energy drink company once bc he called it “tasteless, embarrassing, empty sugar-water. unfit for even the laziest fuckin’ humming bird)
- only attends galas if u bribe him. btw, the bribe is u promising to wear orange,,,, but he’s not possessive, he’s not, he swears
- surprisingly devoted to his work/life balance. u’d think he’d be a complete workaholic, n for the most part he is, but bakugou actually takes self-care rlly seriously. (“It starts in the body.” said by bakugou in an advert for protein bars. he was so proud bc bby put that line in the script himself. n he lives by those words!!!)
- if he’s ever late coming home, katsuki is def picking up some sort of apology gift,,, its always weird n janky tho. like an ugly, off-brand, shitty figurine of himself or a bouquet of nearly dead flowers (mans has a weird sense of humor what can i say)
- sometimes u’ll go out to your balcony and wave to him as he jets across the sky during patrol. he’s happy it’s dark and you cant see him,, bc if u could, u’d see him grinning like a dork
- spends an entire day off work, w/ u, before going on a rlly dangerous mission. its somber and makes u nervous and sort of breaks ur heart, but the way he looks at u just before he leaves makes it almost worth it
- thinks its hilarious when u send him dating rumor headlines ab himself. was literally in stitches over the one u sent to him supposedly confirming his ‘secret, salacious, relationship with chargebolt” (for reference, the pic was the blurry back of bakugou and denki’s head as they walked into the agency they literally both work at)
- holds his spoon like a 4 yr old. like, hand curled into a fist around it. hunCHES OVER HIS FOOD LIKE AN ANIMAL TO SHOVEL IT INTO HIS MOUTH FASTER
- has never worn a belt willingly in his life,, will never wear one by choice. no matter how busted his pants look.
- when he gets the hiccups bakugou gets genuinely angry at himself. literally hitting his legs in frustration, face scrunching up n flaring red like he’s dying over sum goddamn hiccUPS
- i’m sorry but,,,, holDS HIS PHONE LIKE A BOOMER. literally 25 inches away from his face, minimum.always squinting at acronyms being used in the gc,, has to look them up on fucking urbAN DICTIONARY
- this man is constantly clenched up. i mean like, flat ass, square ass, pants dont fit right ass bc he’s clenching up both cheeks sm
- bakugou literally has a meltdown every single time theres a stray hair on him. like he just thinks it’s gross so he’s there trying to pick it off but it keeps sticking to his fingers and he’s shaking his wrist, practically breaking it while his face goes red like he’s gonna cry
- eats like a mf animal so bakugou gets food stuck in his teeth all the time. what makes it even worse is that he never waits to use a dental pick to remove the food, he’ll just stick his entire hand in his mouth and dig around while still at the table with u
- feels extremely pressured if u watch him tie his shoes,, so he fumbles over it like twice, at minimum,and then screams bloody murder at you to stop looking
- mf has entire arguments with people in his head and if bakugou isn’t careful, he will scream his retorts out loud
- puts the neck of his shirt in his mouth and chews. this happens every single time he sits down to watch tv. when he gets up he’s always got this giant dark spot on his shirt bc of his spit
- refuses to clip his toenails and tears them instead. tells u it’s “quicker” but its literally not and he looks like a child all curled up and picking at his feet
- one time y’all visited his home together and u watched mitsuki scream at him. bakugou hardly said anything during the argument (bc she’d literally sleep him if he did) but when he stormed back into ur room, he did shut the door behind him. Closed it gently instead slamming it like he clearly wanted to, and turned around to silently flip off his door like a child throwing a fit☹️
- you’ve seen this man ram his shoulder into just about every doorway on the planet. it might be that he’s not paying attention, or maybe he just has rlly poor spatial awareness, but either way bakugou is runnin into everything
- bakugou def has a favorite romance manga,,, which would be cute, except its actually not bc its a reverse harem one. and when he was younger, lil bakugou wrote all these notes in the margins just tearing all the male love interests apart. v much used that manga as a “what not to do” guide and physically wrote out comments about how he’s better than those guys and what he’d do instead
- cannot sing for the mf life of him,, but he refuses to admit defeat if y’all go out for karaoke w/ ur friends. just, gets up on stage, and completely embarrasses himself the second the mic is put in his hands. runs back to the table tho and genuinely thinks he did good
- i,, no i am so sorry for this one but its, like, its true,,, BAKUGOU COMES CRIMINALLY CLOSE TO EATING HIS SCABS. SOMETIMES HE ACTUALLY DOES (fight me on it idc, look me in the face and tell me im wrong. u cant bc im not wrong. just think about it for literally half a second)
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pls y’all im begging u, drop me some bakugou icks of ur own ,,,, im literally fueledTM by how weird he is
hi check out my denki-centric bakusquad rock band au if u want, here’s the summary and tags so i dont need to explain it further chapter 3 will be posted later tonight !!
“You know, she probably disguises it as a joke because she’s too scared of asking you out for real,” Hizashi says, breaking Shōta out of his thoughts. “She’s definitely into you.”
“What about you, then?” Shōta drawls, looking back over at Hizashi. “Did you joke about marrying me earlier because you were too scared to ask me for real?”
Hizashi stares at him, wide-eyed and frozen like a startled rabbit, and Shōta wants nothing more than to kiss him then and there.
ao3 link title:Un-Blue word count: 2915 summary: Candid roadtrip talks after a vacation away from it all with the two who make up your everything… Please don’t leave me alone, it hurts too much.
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My entry for the @bakugourarepairzine ! Thank you all so much for this opportunity. I hope you like this little shinbakudeku fic. <3
ao3 link title:Forest Fire word count: 1225 summary:One of the Seven Quirks hidden within One for All is a Fire-Emission Quirk. It’s a little more powerful than Izuku bargains for, despite the fact that the odds were stacked in his favor this time.
Izuku and Katsuki meet up in secret to train OfA.
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Here’s my drabble fic for the zine, @wonderduorising! Thank you everyone for your support with this writer’s anthology. I am very thankful to have had the opportunity to participate!
ao3 link title:Safe Travels word count: 4050 summary:Eijirou decides to accompany the cursed prince from another land to impossible heights. He finds something to hope for along the way.
Featured in @dragonkirizine! Thank you to everyone who purchased the zine. <3
ao3 link title:sunrises word count: 1115 summary: They’re both nineteen, barely graduated from UA, the first time it happens. Or the first time is so strange and uneventful that it throws Shouta’s entire world off its axis.
Here’s my drabble preview for the @wonderduorising Anthology! I was fortunate enough to write some BKDK emotions coming to light for the Year 2 section of the project. Check it out on BigCartel!
