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felt sneaky. this may appear as your average izuku sickfic on the outside, but it is secretly a study of martyrdom, self-worth, and the mortifying ordeal of Being Known.
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“You don’t have to be dying in order to tap out, Izuku. We aren’t fighting a war anymore, there’s no need for you to fight until you’re down.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Izuku mutters, but it’s said so despairingly that Katsuki can tell it was exactly what he meant.
Or, Izuku gets sick. He cannot prevent Katsuki from caring.
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HELLOOOO I AM HERE FROM YOUR BKDK ORANGES AS PLOT DEVICES FIC (i fucking loved it by the way a thousand kudos to you) AND I WOULD LIKE TO OFFER THIS CITRUS SNIPPET I FOUND ON TUMBLR FOREVER AGO AND SAVED TO MY PHONE EVER SINCE
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TO SAY THIS IS TO SAY I WANT TO SHARE !!!!! oh my god, i’ve never seen this one before. thank you a million times for this i’m going to explode
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for any lovers of bkdk, orange symbolism, and character studies, you'll never guess what i wrote...
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Izuku's angled sideways on an armchair, knees pulled up to his chest. Perhaps the strangest thing of all is the box of oranges next to him. He works diligently on the fruit in his hands, prying the citrus free of its skin.
Silence is shared between them for a moment, until. “The doctor said you can start eating again,” Izuku says, nonchalant, like it doesn’t fucking matter that Katsuki hasn’t heard his voice in weeks.
“Izuku,” he tries, and it sounds weak, because he’s never had to try with Izuku before. "Where have you been?"
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may i offer you some soft post-vigilante bkdk for your troubles
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The realization that Katsuki would do anything for Izuku is a mundane one, and perhaps, old news. It happens quarter-to-nine, fifteen minutes past when he would usually go to sleep.
When the rest of the class starts retreating to their dorm rooms, the exhaustion of today’s events finally catching up to them, he makes no move to leave Izuku’s side. They’re pressed together on the couch, touching at the knees. Katsuki can feel his warmth radiating through the blankets piled on top of him.
And in the end, it’s just anticlimactic. Fuck, he thinks. There's nothing I wouldn't do.
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gooooooood afternoon would anyone like a bakugou character study? fresh out of the oven?
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It’s not that he doesn’t understand. He understands fine. All things considered, Izuku leaving UA is a logical next step. But that’s exactly the part of it that Katsuki hates– Izuku has never valued logic over emotion in these kinds of scenarios.
Izuku has never valued logic over Katsuki.
They’re a team. Though he’ll never say it, that’s just the way it is, was, and will be. Izuku and Katsuki. Midoriya and Bakugou. Deku and Kacchan. He’s bright on his own, sure, but always burns a little brighter with Izuku at his side.
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Or, where Izuku goes, Katsuki follows.
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about me :P
thought i’d do an introductory post to make life a little easier and more organized (will update often!)
the basics:
call me blathers !! my ao3 is blathersmuseumcollection
they/them
nineteen, college student
“blah blah blah blathers” is my tag for personal posts / ramblings
what i’ve written/plan to write for:
neon genesis evangelion
mp100
omori
bnha | mha
chainsaw man
persona 5
my writing style:
mostly one-shots! maybe when i'm on break from college i'll write a multichap but as it stands right now it's just. too much to think about
some of my favorite things to write are dialogue-heavy pieces, missing scenes, found family, and hurt/comfort
romance usually takes a backseat in my stories…aside my bnha stuff…….okay…..nvm maybe it doesn’t……
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