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Syndicate — [ 1 ]

Parts | one ; two ; three

Genre | Mafia AU / Anti-Villain AU.

Pairing(s) | MafiaBosses!TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Rating | Mature

Words | 5.2k+

Summary | Being the lover of, not one, but three influential young men, who are the leaders of the most wanted crime syndicate in Japan, it is no surprise that other eyes are watching you beyond the three’s own.

Warnings | Violence. Cursing/crude language. Guns. Mafia talk/“negotiating”. Lots of fighting. Reader is inspired by the femme fatale archetype. Polyamorous relationship. Characters are aged-up. Sexual undertones/implied sexual content. Possessiveness. Heavily self-indulgent. Written in 3rd POV. Shouto’s “codename” is Mercury (b/c the planet is both half-hot and half-cold lol).

Author’s Notes | Hello all! This is the first ever fanfic I’ve posted on tumblr! Sorry, the idea was lingering in my head until I suddenly felt the burst of energy to start writing this out of nowhere in the dead of 3AM. I’ve written fanfiction before but I’ve never published anything for tumblr so this is exciting.

The air is still, nearly silent apart from the nocturnal creatures that scurry and prowl through alleys, navigating over the dewy darkness between the seams. The moon graces the gloom of the night with its luster across desolated areas in Japan. Business hours have longed past as services are halted until the next coming day. Civilians are nowhere to be found, tucked away in their homes with their lights flickered off.

What remains alive in Japan during this hour is the wind cast through the streets, the scamper of animals in the nocturne, and a low hum of an ebony vehicle driven down roads of street lights.

“Whatever the fuck Overhaul wants better be worth my fucking time, Deku,” hisses a peeved Katsuki Bakugou, leaning against the window of their sleek automobile and looking highly uninterested during the ride. Izuku Midoriya, the young man with the head of unruly verdant hair, nods his head. His expression is mild at his friend’s usual discontented tone.

“Kai Chisaki—the head boss of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza—wants to negotiate with us, Kacchan. Surely it would be advantageous for us to hear him out. If anything we’ll manage to at least squeak some intel from him to reference for later on.” A glint rises in the male’s eyes.

“‘Some intel’ ain’t enough. If they’re gonna drag all three of us out here, then it better be for something good, or else I might have to let off some explosions to satisfy my boredom.” Bakugou’s quirk begins to pop and crack around his palms at the idea of letting loose.

Shouto Todoroki—the third of the trio—sighs exasperatingly at his fellow inflamed mafia boss, running his hand through his red and white tresses.

“Bakugou, I’d advise against it. Knowing the location we’re heading to, your explosions would only cause a ruckus in the area that’d get the annoying heroes involved. I’ve had enough dealing with those fools as it is and we also don’t need the men in blue following after our trail.”

“Shut up Icy-Hot! If this ‘negotiation’ isn’t beneficial to us, I’ll find my own way to make them pay for wasting our damn time!” Bakugou yells.

These three young men—Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shouto Todoroki—are known as the bosses of one of Japan’s most powerful organized crime syndicates.

Notorious, ruthless, and authoritative, these three, despite their youth, have secured a name for themselves within the underground crime world. Aside from their tenacity and skill, the strength of each of their quirks played a large factor in their rise among the rivaling crime groups. They easily snuffed out the weak competition without so much as a sweat, and working under them are other strong combatants, each of them possessing their own unique and powerful quirks.

With everything at their disposal, the Yuuei mafia group quickly obtained a vast, large territory within the capital of Japan—the epicenter of where all the shady deals and disputes occur.

“We didn’t even bring Angel Face with us. What a drag.” Bakugou gruffs. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed, and cushioned behind his head as the lamps flicker past them, the dim lights splayed across the endless road.

“Letting ____ rest was the least we could do after her successful infiltration at the political officials gala,” the middle of the three states matter-a-factly.

“Especially after the rounds she endured even after her mission,” Todoroki adds, vividly remembering the gala dress cascading down her skin and clinging to her body that night, as well as their antics that ensued afterward.

He recalls the beautiful, red formal gown she wore for the occasion, the material hugging her figure perfectly and accentuating her curves in all the right places. God, he prayed that something within him wouldn’t stir at the thought of it again.

They all remembered it quite clearly. It made their fingers itch the very evening of the event, yearning to touch all the dips and arcs that sculpted her body. Her hair, styled up and tied with a matching silk red ribbon, kept the skin of her neck bare and begging to be marked while gold lined her wrists and collar bones. To say she was a goddess that night would be an understatement. The three could barely keep their hands off her before she even left the mansion, let alone attend the gala. But once her mission was complete, she arrived home to be thoroughly loved and lusted, with three young and hungry men indulging in all the divine fruits this celestial being had to offer to them.

The girl they speak of is not only their right-hand woman but also the three’s beloved paramour. Since their journey into coming to power, ____ has been with them through thick and thin and has become an influential asset in attaining their position.

Beautiful, yet dangerous, she proved to be an incredibly powerful fighter in many forms of combat in combination with her quirk, along with having a gift for deception that allowed her to climb her way to the top of the pack. Naturally, the trio found themselves drawn to her, not just for her strength and beauty, but also her passion and ability to mend the spirits of those around her. If it weren’t her, the Yuuei mafia group would not be as intact and well-oiled as it is today.

“Besides, we have some of our best following in the car behind us in case anything suspicious happens,” Midoriya gestures to the similar-looking sleek and dark-tinted car trailing behind their own.

“I very much doubt we need them, but it’s best not to worry Angel too much while she’s resting,” Todoroki murmurs, crossing his legs.

A few more turns and they’ve eventually entered the area of a vacant warehouse located on the edge of Japan near the shore.

The moment their vehicle is directed to a stop, the three bosses exit. Bakugou vehemently slams his door, eyeing the building with a vexing glare.

“Let’s get this shit show over with. This better be good.”

The warehouse is eerily quiet in the dead of the night and smells of salt from the ocean behind it. Spotting them walking to the entrance, the watchmen of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza hastily open the doors enclosing the warehouse. The hinges bear an uncomfortable creaking sound that jars through the silence.

“Oh, he’s here! He’s here! My cute little Izuku is here!” hollers a shrill voice belonging to an all-too-energetic head of messy, bunned-up blonde hair. The said boy blinks twice at her enthusiasm as they approach the lone wooden table situated in the center of the warehouse.

Uh, do I know her? He ponders for a second before dismissing the thought.

A pale man with gloved hands and shaggy auburn hair holds a hand out to halt the girl behind him. “Calm down Toga, we haven’t spoken of negotiations yet, so I need you to be quiet.”

Toga pouts, nearly grasping a silver blade at her side but stills herself for now. In the meantime, she opts to fidget with the tubular machine wrapped around her body.

The three look up to view a small group illuminated by the light fixed above the wooden table. Their eyes swiftly count seven or eight of them surrounding that area, including the ringleader, and likely more hidden somewhere in the darkness around them. After all, any fine and experienced villainous group would know better than to invite the bosses of the most dangerous crime syndicate without being thoroughly prepared for a possible scuffle to occur.

However, for now, they all advance with the notion to talk first before unleashing quirks and violence (well most of them anyway).

“Welcome, welcome. I see you made it to this place without much trouble; you’re right on time,” Overhaul greets the three young men mildly, “Deku, Ground Zero, and Mercury.”

Midoriya walks forward as the center of their entourage to return the cordial greeting. “Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you, Kai Chisaki of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. Otherwise known as Overhaul.”

“Ah, so you know of me and my cause. It seems our reputation precedes us.”

“Of course. The Shie Hassaikai yakuza has long been in business in the crime world…” Midoriya muses, “Though they’ve wrung out past their former glory. Having since been pushed back into the underground after the rise of heroes.”

Bakugou smirks, close to letting out a snicker at the backhanded comment.

It’s true. While the Shie Hassaikai were one of the main criminal groups running the yakuza underground, that all soon fell and crumbled as the surge of heroes came into society. It was only after the former boss’ grandson, Kai Chisaki, came into power and took leadership that their name grew back into prominence once again, albeit little by little.

“Why you little–” A man donning a long white raincoat and plague doctor mask swiftly appears with a pistol pointed in Midoriya’s direction, none too amused by the remark. However, he’s cut off by a wall of ice erected at Midoriya’s side.

“Watch where you point those toys you little rat,” Todoroki sneers, and the tone of his voice nearly exposes chills to the air.

“Calm down, Chrono. We’re the ones that invited them as guests, thus we need to treat them like so.”

The white-haired subordinate withdraws at the words of his leader, retracting the gun back into the pocket of his coat.

“I apologize, he’s simply on edge over the fact we have some pretty powerful people at our doorstep. You’ll have to excuse him.”

“It’s quite all–”

“Did we come here to talk, or did we come here to fight?” Bakugou barges through, shoving past Midoriya with no restraint.

“I thought this was a fucking negotiation, not an apology fess. If one of your dogs is so edgy, I’d be happy to give him a good thrashing to satiate him if you want,” his raised hand sparks and flickers in the dark, “If not then get to it, Overhaul,” he threatens. Midoriya sighs.

“I think we’re simply all… piqued as to why this meeting was demanded out of nowhere and scheduled for the dead of the night no less, but I’m sure you have some important matters to discuss with us right, Overhaul?” Midoriya reasons, a sly grin on his lips.

“Right, let's get to it shall we?” Approaching closer to the table separating them, Overhaul continues, “First off, I must congratulate you on successfully infiltrating that gala the other night. Not many crime organizations can sneak into a party of that caliber. Especially when it’s so heavily guarded and kept secretive to all suspicious eyes of the dark,” he commends, digging a hand into the pocket of his jacket.

The three exchange quick, wary glances from the corner of their eyes that the opposite party misses.

“You were there?” Todoroki questions bluntly in which Overhaul hums in response.

“Hm, yes. But for different reasons, I’m sure. You see, I’ve been… examining little details of the Yuuei mafia group recently. It fascinates me how well-oiled and efficient you are at running your organization, so I began to ponder: ‘How do they do it?’ Little did I know, the answer all became more than clear to me from what I saw at that gala,” the auburn-haired man drawls, finally plucking out a photo from his pocket and sliding it across the wood under the light.

The moment the three recognized the image, their eyes widened, soon shifting into visages of sheer hostility at the next statement pronounced.

“This girl here? I want her.”

Within the confines of the paper is ____, dressed in the red gown she wore the very night of the gala, a masquerade mask over her features with the purpose to obscure herself in the throng.

The three before Overhaul seethe vessels of wrath.

“What did you just say? Do you even know what you’re asking of us?” Todoroki feels icy and heated atmospheres form on his opposing left and right sides upon hearing Overhaul’s words, sensing the tension rising around his fellow partners as well.

“The girl, I must say, does excellent work at her job. She’s skilled and tactical, having infiltrated many influential organizations and assassinated several powerful faces getting in the way of your mafia group. Such precision, efficiency, and beauty makes her the perfect woman, wouldn’t you agree?” He picks up the picture, bringing it up next to him.

Given the deadly pressure in the air, the next words he utters might be the final nail in his coffin.

“Well, I want you to hand her over to me.”

The nail is hit. There’s a lingering silence before hell nearly breaks loose and the next motions could deliver his soul down the River of Styx.

Fueled by blood-boiling anger and annoyance, Bakugou charges forward to land an explosive hit on the yakuza boss. “LIKE HELL WE WOULD, YA FUCKING BASTARD!” He’s thwarted by a yellow barrier emerging to shield the leader from the attack, courtesy of a henchman at his left side. The blonde jumps back, his hands still crackling and his rage not dissipating anytime soon. “Don’t go spewing a bunch of shit outta your mouth!”

“Now… let’s be rational or you’ll start getting dirt everywhere...” Overhaul dusts off his shoulder before resuming the conversation nonchalantly, “Of course I’ll provide you with compensation. I wouldn’t be so naive as to expect to be given something so valuable without offering payment after all.”

With a snap of his fingers a large, bulky man promptly lays a silver briefcase on the table. The locks click open to reveal wads of cash layering the case to the brim, enough to flabbergast and entice any common citizen in Japan.

“If this amount isn’t enough, I have another briefcase with—”

A jolting sound of the wooden table and metal briefcase breaking beneath Midoriya’s foot is enough to diminish the rest of Overhaul’s remark, signifying their blunt answer to his offer.

“What a waste of a night it’s been. Presenting money to us in hopes that we’d simply hand over our beloved like she’s some prostitute for sale? You're more of a fool than I took you for, Kai Chisaki,” Each word that rolls off Midoriya’s tongue is laced with venom. Such malice is enough to paralyze those who hear it, as if it would be the last statement they’ll ever listen to before hitting the concrete dead.

Reasoning with the trio any further is equivalent to bargaining with the god of the underworld, offering nothing but your knees on the floor and a sad pleading voice, only to be whisked back to the deepest, darkest chambers of hell.

Overhaul simply pauses before following with a long, testy sigh.

“A no then? Alright. Toga.”

The bun-headed blonde pounces forward at the command almost instantaneously, knife in her grasp and ready to swing. Midoriya moves to the side with ease, evading the blade as well as dodging a puncture from a needle. His agility is manifested in green electric currents of aura.

“Ooh, I finally get to cut up and obtain cute Izuku’s yummy blood!” She grins psychotically, keeping both eyes trained on the green-haired boy. “Heehee, I’ve been waiting for this day! Ever since I saw that photo of you all bruised up in a fight, I had to have you all to myself! I just love a man all red and bloodied!” Toga exclaims in utter glee, giggling like a schoolgirl meeting her celebrity idol.

Midoriya grimaces, nearly shivering at her excitement over announcing her neurotic confession to him. Her contorted facade is not earning her any points either. Taking notice of the wary expression that crosses his brows, Toga grins wider.

“It’s OK, even if you don’t like me now, you’ll definitely like me when I get a drop of that girl’s blood and transform into her! We’ll look so much alike, you’ll have heart-eyes for me too!” Her features curve into a look of pure hysteric that leaves Midoriya speechless, so much so it takes a loud blast hurled past him to finally bring his senses back to the conflict.

“Move it, Deku!” Bakugou’s attacks are relentless and powerful, but Toga’s nimbleness prevents her from getting hit.

“Deku, Ground Zero, back up,” Todoroki raises his left hand, the corresponding side flaring with heat before quickly igniting into bright hot flames enough to cover his entire arm. “You lot have some nerve to call us and arrange this abhorrent deal under the guise of a ‘negotiation.’ I’ll incinerate you all for even thinking you could take her from us.”

His quirk is unleashed in a flurry of fire that’s launched toward his enemies.

“Dabi,” Overhaul signals and a lanky man with patched, burnt scars and skin held together by staples and stitches steps forward, triggering his blue blazes to combat the red-orange ones. The infernos collide into a firestorm that soon scatters and disperses due to a power struggle.

“Tch,” Todoroki narrows his brows, annoyed.

“Hm, the brat’s not all talk after all,” Dabi’s expression remains stoic while his hand hovers in front of him, still swallowed by his azure flames. Wordlessly he releases his blazes once more only to be countered by Todoroki’s wall of ice diminishing the onslaught of fire.

On their end, Midoriya and Bakugou are in pursuit of the head honcho Overhaul himself, while attempting to throw blows at Toga along the way.

Now enveloped in energy that increases his strength and dexterity tenfold, it isn’t long until the green-haired young man catches up to crafty Toga’s momentum. With a grunt, Midoriya kicks forward, swinging his foot into the girl’s direction with tremendous force that’s too quick for her to avoid.

Toga braces herself for the impact but the attack never meets. Instead, a yellow shield materializes in front of her to take the blow, a crack now evident on the surface of the saffron safeguard. “Oooh! Izuku’s really out for blood! How thrilling!” she squeals, licking her lips.

“It’s that fucking barrier bastard again! Move over, I’ll kill him!” yells a pissed Bakugou who jumps over Midoriya’s head, running across the top of the manifested barrier. From there, he spots his offender.

Gritting his teeth, he dashes off the shield before it can disappear and uses it to propel himself forward. His palms glow and envelope themselves with heat as he holds them outward.

“Rappa! I can’t conduct another shield so quickly, get him!” Tengai, the one with the barrier quirk, hastens his partner. Rappa zealously swoops in front of him with iron-knuckle gloves ready.

“Oh no, you don’t! Try and fucking dodge this!” Bakugou brings his hands forward while still in midair, “Stun Grenade!” A radiant, gleaming light emits from his palms, effectively blinding all those within his vicinity.

Rappa and Tengai have no choice but to cover their eyes from the intensity of the light, leaving them wide open to strike!

Without hesitation, the ash-blonde creates two more explosions to launch himself forward, spinning in the air and gathering momentum before firing his attack encased in an explosive tornado.

“Howitzer Impact!!”

In an instance, a flash exudes in a fiery burst of nuclear reaction, which releases violent discharges of kinetic energy towards his enemies. The attack hits home, covering a chuck of the area with debris and rubble, and producing a hole on the right side of the warehouse.

Tengai and Rappa are incapacitated.

“Kac— Ground Zero, you went all out didn’t you…” Midoriya mutters while holding Toga down despite all her fidgeting. In a last-ditch effort, the girl draws out the spare knife tucked away in her utility belt, however the young man on top of her knocks it away before she can react any further.

“Toga, am I correct? I suggest you stand down, or I may have to break something to make you cooperate.” Midoriya’s warning exudes a menacing tone, in contrast to his former courteous character and the gentle features adorning his face. Yet Toga does not seem fazed by this.

“Heehee, you’re so cute when you make threats like that…” she giggles, shifting her head ever so slightly to catch glimpses of the male’s appearance. He’s quite disheveled down to his wrinkled suit, unbuttoned collar, sweat glistening on his forehead, and what’s this?

Toga peeks at a single crimson line split on the skin of his cheek with dilated pupils.

“Even though you were so fast, I at least managed to graze you just a teeny-tiny bit! That scarlet cut looks so nice on you, Izuku, aw how I wish I can give you more!” She prattles on and on, beaming over every utterance spoken past her lips. “I did say red is the best color on you, after all!”

Midoriya’s eyes narrow at her behavior, fists clenched and apt to deliver a silencing blow.

“Although… blue wouldn’t look half bad either.”

Unable to express confusion at her remark, he soon perceives a blast of cerulean blue flames aimed and released in his direction, forcing him to jump up to dodge the attack. Toga makes her escape after the fire diffuses, withdrawing next to Dabi. The patched man continues his onslaught on Todoroki and Midoriya.

“They’ve managed to defeat our spear and shield, and nearly took out Toga,” Overhaul’s stance is methodical and calculating, overseeing the fight from the back lines of his unit with a gloved hand beneath his chin. “I suppose it’s time to use that,” he declares.

Chrono briefly glances at him before reaching for a gun in the pocket of his coat—a different weapon from the pistol he pointed at Midoriya earlier. In a container held behind him, he produces a peculiarly shaped bullet, one that takes on the form of a cartridge with a hypodermic needle sticking out on one end.

“Dabi, when these bullets hit, that will be your chance to burn them all away,” orders the auburn-haired man. He raises an arm to prep for the signal as Chrono readies the gun wielded in his hand, positioning his target onto the spiky blonde mafia boss.

“Ha! You think a pathetic little gun is going to stop me?!” While Bakugou exudes confidence and arrogance, his dual-haired comrade is not as keen about the situation at hand.

Why would those fools try to use such a primitive method of fighting at this point? They saw how useless that gun was earlier… ponders Todoroki in the heat of battle, Unless…

“Ground Zero! Be careful! There’s something fishy about that weapon they’re using!” he warns, making the blonde’s expression fix into an irritated glare.

“Shut up Icy-Hot; I know what I’m doing! Why don’t you pay attention to patchwork over there before you get another scar!” Bakugou quips back, eyes never leaving Overhaul. “I’m gonna make this washout yakuza leader regret ever giving us a call to this useless negotiation.”

The man is impassive at the blonde’s threats, lips remaining in a fine line underneath his mask. His arm stays raised next to him for Chrono to acknowledge.

At once, Bakugou’s body launches back into action like a jet engine propelling a rocket. His movements gather more and more sweat to strengthen himself for another devastating assault.

“Pesky thing won’t stop moving…” mutters Chrono, hand continually shifting aim at Bakugou’s unpredictable tumbling. “I’ll just make you sit still!”

On command, arrow-shaped hair pierces through the fabric of his hood and extends straight to Bakugou. His quirk’s versatility and quick instincts allow him to evade the attack to the left with ease. However, it seems Chrono was waiting for that very moment as the blonde is now within his gun’s line of sight.

Overhaul draws his hand down, giving Chrono the signal to finally pull the trigger. A crack of a sonic boom resonates within the single millisecond it is shot. The dart is fired.

The gunshot rings throughout the space of the warehouse. Todoroki and Midoriya can barely register the shot in time to yell out to Bakugou, whose head turns toward the capsule’s velocity in almost slow motion.

Crap..! he curses, unable to move away to escape the bullet in time and preparing to embrace the shot.

However, it never makes its mark.

“Boss! Watch out!”

A gruff voice suddenly makes its debut within the fray, taking everyone by surprise as the newcomer throws himself in front of Bakugou, hardened arms crossed.

“What the—!”

Chrono watches in despair. The bullet ricochets right off the rock-like body of a man with spiked tufts of crimson red hair.

“What the hell? Red Riot?!” sputters a bewildered Bakugou at Kirishima’s abrupt entrance.

“D-Dammit!” Chrono tries to fire again to rectify his failure, but his attempt is in vain. Something muscly wraps around his arm tightly, tossing him away.

“Froppy!” Midoriya calls out to the girl as she retracts her froggy tongue, currently clung to the wall, and camouflaged into her surroundings. She reveals herself into the battle with a small “ribbit.”

“While you guys were inside, a bunch of their goons started surrounding our cars. We knew something shady was up, especially when we heard explosions coming from inside, so we busted our way in here right past them!” Kirishima explains, now standing back-to-back against Bakugou, “Seems like you’re fighting a battle too!”

“I see, so they planned on ambushing all of us if we didn’t comply with their deal,” says Todoroki. He fires more flames in their direction. “How pathetic. They were woefully unprepared.”

“Agreed! Ambushing is no way to fight! Real men would come at us head-on!” Kirishima emphasizes his fierceness through clanking his hardened fists against each other, jagged edges sparking.

“Red Riot! Froppy!” exclaims Midoriya, “Where are the others?”

Asui ribbits before answering, “They’re handling the rest of the—”

“L-Leader..! Leader!” a frantic voice shouts from the entrance of the warehouse, where a ragged up Shie Hassaikai henchman tries to pry inside.

“T-The girl..! She isn’t h-here, she isn’t— GAH!”

His message is interrupted. A menacing shadowy figure looms over the goon like a monster hiding within the dark and throws him back to the struggle outside, proceeding to rampage across the battlefield. Desperate cries leak out but to no avail.

Overhaul discerns the sputtered message:

The girl he so desired was not with them to begin with.

To his dismay, this fight was pointless. If what he sought could not be forcibly taken right then and there, then there is no reason to continue the battle. There was no prize to be won by the end of it all.

Now, he must adjust his plans due to the unfavorable news. How tragic.

At the thought of having lost time, energy, and resources, the yakuza leader pinches the bridge of his nose, utterly furious. There’s a pause in which Overhaul seethes an aura of killing intent over this frustration.

But it eventually simmers and subsides. What happens now cannot be changed, no matter how enraged he is. So he must take logical steps to preserve and remedy the repercussions, which to him was simple:

“We’re withdrawing.”

“What?” Dabi looks at him incredulously, “After all this?”

“Yes, they've taken down our spear and shield, and have wiped out the majority of the soldiers. If what we want isn’t here, then there is no point in staying,” Overhaul’s husky tone bears weight and authority at every word.

“Nemoto, grab Chrono from wherever he was thrown.”

“Yes, Overhaul. What about Rappa and Tengai?”

The auburn-haired man doesn’t so much as spare a glance toward his two defeated subordinates lying on the ground, “Leave them. They’re expendable to me.”

Nemoto nods, going to gather a knocked out Chrono thrown across the warehouse and now lying unconscious atop broken wooden crates.

Midoriya’s fists clenched tightly at the scene, realizing what the yakuza’s next plan of action was going to be.

“They’re trying to escape!”

“Oh, the fuck they are. I won’t let a single one of you bastards leave!” Bakugou bursts into the air, propelled by the explosions from his palms in hot pursuit, with Midoriya catching up thanks to his heightened speeds.

“Sorry boys, party’s over!” Toga intercepts the two using twin knives flung in their direction, catching them off guard. Dabi follows the diversion by gathering a massive amount of flames into his hands before swiftly releasing the kindled energy to erect a blue wall of fire throughout his surroundings.

“Bye Izuku~!” a feminine voice shrills from behind the fiery wall, becoming the last words they hear as they wait for the flames to dissipate, ultimately revealing that their enemies had already fled.

“Those fuckers couldn’t have gone far,” Bakugou doesn’t relent, poised on finding them and having them pay the full consequences of their actions. Midoriya grasps his shoulder, stopping him.

“Let them go, Kacchan. Considering the location they decided for this meeting, they likely fled by boat. We have no way of following them at the moment.”

Todoroki agrees, adding on, “Besides, there are more important things to worry about right now,” he casts his gaze to the wooden table Midoriya had broken prior to the fight transpiring. “For one, they’re after ____ and are willing to go to any lengths to get her. We need to head back to the mansion to make sure she’s safe.” There’s slight urgency evident in his tone. Despite their tenacity, the idea of having their beloved wrenched away is enough to render them even a little bit fearful. Had she been present in the conflict, there’s no telling what could have happened.

“And two,” Todoroki walks off to another site of the warehouse, picking up something dropped on the floor, “we need to figure out what this is.” In his hand, he holds the small capsule bullet that is now slightly dented thanks to the impact against Kirishima’s hardened skin.

The other two examine the capsule briefly until Bakugou decides to take it from Todoroki’s fingers for closer inspection. If Overhaul was so keen on using a gun to do away with them all, despite how inferior it was, then this must be no ordinary bullet.

The three decide to contain the item for further examination for now as they, Kirishima, and Asui make their way outside again. There, bodies of Shie Hassaikai thugs littered the floor after having been thoroughly beaten into submission. Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Kaminari lean against the cars casually but remain attentive after the fight.

“It was quite an ill-planned move to dare to attack us in the night,” Tokoyami’s eyes closed in thought at the havoc he wreaked thanks to the amplified powers of his quirk. Kaminari snickers and boasts with an electric snap of his fingers, “Yakuza didn’t know what hit them, the mafia always stays on top.”

“Excellent work everyone, it seems the henchmen were of no trouble to you,” Midoriya commends the squad, “Now, we must leave before the police arrive on the scene to assess the damage.”

Their six combatants all nod at the order, about to gather back in their vehicle until Bakugou huffs with a final statement before they make their getaway.

“Know that the next time we see those Shie Hassaikai bastards, we will take them down,” He narrows his eyes at the ocean, the moon still hanging above the sky and basking the waters in moonlight,

“without hesitation.”

Ending Notes | Whew.. thanks for reading! For the next part I was considering writing it in 2nd POV since the reader will actually be physically present during the events of the story now, but I’m not sure yet. Please let me know your thoughts and follow if you’re interested in this series <3

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kewltie · 3 years

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thinking of bkdk in their late 40s when all their friends have already settled down with a family, izuku muses a lil forlornly how he would like to have someone to come home and katsuki just stares him dead in the eyes and says, "marry me then. i wont let you be lonely in that empty apartment."

the thing is bkdk are super successful heroes, they're the ranking no.1 and 2 and everyone knows their name but because izuku put so much effort into his career he never give himself the chance to meet someone and fall in love because the next things he know he's already 48 yrs old and still very single. as soon as he got right out of UA he had put himself right to work and hasn't truly stop since so izuku feels like he misses out on his youth, the flutter of first love, and now he feels like it's too late to grasp that chance again because he's too old to be stumbling around at love BUT here is katsuki suddenly telling izuku to marry him as though that would solve everything, solve izuku's worries and fears that he'll never experience love the way his friends had or knows what it feels to come home to a waiting arms that will comfort him after a hard day at work.

izuku first tries to laugh it off because katsuki cant be serious right?? but katsuki doesn't crack a single smile. "Do i look like im the type to joke about this kind shit to you?" he asks, voice steady and true. it is then that izuku realizes katsuki had meant every word he said.

but izuku still cant wrap his head around why would katsuki want to marry him of all things?? it is because they're both bachelor and wretchedly alone standing at the very top of their career where nobody can touch or hope to nobody can understand them like they do to each other?? izuku thinks that's a very dry reason to marry someone for the sake of convenience and not love at all because even though he'd devoted all his time to saving the world and helping ppl and HE'S OLD NOW but he still earnestly yearn to fall in love the ways all his friends had.

"If you needed company, we don't have to marry each other. I'm here for you always, you know that," izuku offers instead. "We're partners."

katsuki is silent briefly, then, he says, "You think i want to marry because you're convenience?"

Izuku blinks. "is that not it?"

"No," he says, all grave and serious, and for a moment izuku is breathless with realization.

"Oh," izuku replies, looking down at the table like it has all the answer in the world. "how long?"

"Since our third year at UA."

izuku jerks his head up, eyes wide with shock.

"what—I, wait, you can't mean that right?" he shakes his head as he flounders for the right words. they're both almost hitting their 50s now, so if it started in their third year then it would be 30 years of katsuki waiting for him, of pining over izuku and all that time was lost because of it.

katsuki press his lips into a thin line. "I have never lie to you."

"I—I'm not—" izuku flushes, because this wasn't anything he had plan for. who would anyway? no one would ever believe that katsuki has been in love with him for almost 30 years and izuku only found out about it now. even though katsuki has revealed the secret he has been hiding for 3 decades, izuku has no answer for him. he didn't notice katsuki's feelings for this long not because he chose to willfully ignore it but because he has never thought of katsuki in that light and that is the sad truth of it all. katsuki must have realizes that too because he doesn't press for more from izuku.

"i'm sorry," izuku says, mind racing to come up with a proper reply to katsuki's feelings because he deserves that much. "it's not you—"

Katsuki scowls. "shut the fuck up, don't even start that with me."

izuku quickly shuts his mouth, floundering for another reply that with save both of their feelings.

"Six months," katsuki says instead, eyes firm and never once dull since izuku has known him. "give me six months to convince you and if it doesn't work out we can get divorce then."

"you still want to marry me?!" izuku asks in disbelief. "shouldn't we like date first at least? isn't that how normal relationship work?!"

katsuki roll his eyes. "we co-own an agency, you have your toothbrush at my house, and we spent 18hrs out of 24 together almost everyday. our friends joke about us being a married to each other as much as to our work, we're each other's first emergency contact if something were to happen," he continues, straightforward like he's listing their grocery for today, "and i cant ever imagine wanting anyone more than i ever want you."

throughout this strange turn in their conversation, izuku realizes not once has he ever heard katsuki said he loves him but the way katsuki had revealed his unwavering devotion that lasts 3 decades and the dry, bluntness in which he spoken of wanting izuku, it's heavy. this hefty thing that katsuki has carried with him for nearly 3 decades, and in those years what izuku thought katsuki was just disinterest in any romantic connection because not once had izuku seen him look at another person, but it's because he has eyes only for izuku and nobody else.

izuku should have known never to expect anything less then 120% with katsuki because if there's anything that means something to katsuki, he would give it all and then some. it's humbling really, to be loved so fiercely and with such devotion that 3 decades is worth every second of it but izuku doesn't know if he's worth it especially when he's hesitant about his own murky feelings. he loves katsuki undoubtedly. they're partners in more way then one, but he doesn't know if he can love katsuki the way he deserves to be love in return, to return that same level of intensity.

"and what if the six months went by and there's nothing show for it?" izuku mumbles, hands clasp together under the table. i dont want to ruin this friendship of ours, he doesn't say. "what if you get bored with me and realized this isn't something you want now. what happen then?"

"you're stuck with me for life even if we get a divorce. i won't let you ever get rid of me either way," katsuki says, lips twitching with the slightest hint of amusement. "and if you're worry about me getting bored of you, don't. i fucking wont." It’s firm, assured, and completely sincere.

izuku thinks anybody with a half a brain at all would see this admirable man right in front of them with his unwavering affection and devotion that he had nurtured for 3 decades would be half way in love already, but izuku neither race or skip a beat; it remains dull and unmoved. maybe he's really too old to love like this. maybe, it's not that he's too busy to ever search for it like everyone else but because he has all the love for everyone but none ever hold a special place in his heart. for all of katsuki's sharp edges, his feelings burn ever so brightly while izuku has since been numb to his own emotions. to give too much to the world, to his job that he has never let himself fall freely and unconditionally. it's terrifying.

"what if i hurt you instead?" he says, quiet and severe. "what if in the end i couldn't return what you've given me?"

katsuki doesn't answer right away. the air around them tenses, threatening to suffocate them in the waiting silence. then a hand grab his and draws it toward katsuki's chest. "don't fucking underestimate me, idiot. i can and will make you fall in love with me in 6 months. 6 months is more than enough to make you realize what a fucking dumbass you have been the entire time for not taking notice of me while i have been looking at you for almost half of our life," he says with the cocky assurance that propelled him to the no. 2 position and beyond.

for the first time since this exchange had started and taken a strange, strange turn that left him his world shaken to its core, izuku's heart feels lighten. He stifles a giggle. "i still think we should date at least. marriage is maybe jumping the gun a little too soon."

"No." Katsuki's eyes narrow, and he squeezes izuku's hand firmly. "i'm not giving you any chance to escape from this. we can do all the dumb dating things you could ever want but we're getting marry first."

izuku tries to draw his hand back but katsuki remains undeterred. "Kacchan, please," he says. half begging for his hand back and half pleading against his insane idea. who in their right mind would ever marry first then date each other?! That's just not how it work! yet, katsuki is an unmovable fortress against increasing izuku's distress.

"deku," he says, thumb running across izuku's knuckles in a soothing circle, "give me this chance. let me prove it to you that i can do it. take this leap of faith with me and i won't disappoint you. trust me with your heart like you trust me with your life and i promise i will keep it safe."

izuku draws out a long, lingering breath that leaves his head heady with a dawning realization. "o-okay," he finally acquiesces, shaken with the knowledge that his heart suddenly doesn't feel safe at all for the first time in a long time in the hands of the man in front of him. bakugou katsuki is dangerous, but to the tender beat of his heart.

Katsuki's lips stretch upward into a small, precious smile that rarely see the light of day, leaving izuku breathless just for a moment. "we'll go get the marriage license tomorrow."

"tomorrow?!" izuku shrieks.

maybe he has been wrong all along, maybe you're never too old fall in love and experience it for the first time and that sometimes the things that matter the most to you are always worth the wait even if take 3 decades and katsuki always been more patient then people give him credits for.

#bakudeku #not!fic

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kiribakuhappiness · 4 years

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a touch-starved bakugou? yearning in general *-*

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) disclaimer: this is a section from a longer fic that i’ve since abandoned, i hope you like it all the same!

Deku knew.

It didn’t matter how he knew because the little nuances of shit like that didn’t matter to Katsuki. He only cared about the end result. And the fact was that Deku knew.

Fucking Deku.

Of all the people in their goddamn school to have figured it out, it had to be him. Katsuki should’ve seen this coming, should have expected it. Ever since they were kids, Deku has been watching him and taking notes like the little creep that he is – memorizing his moves and analyzing his quirk and – jesus fucking christ – learning his body language. It made his blood boil just thinking about it.

But as much as it raised bile in the back of his throat to admit it; he knew Deku almost as well as Deku knew him, and he could see that Deku knew. The way the broccoli-haired fucker was always staring at the two of them when they were together. The way he smiled like he knew some big goddamn secret that Katsuki hadn’t even told him about, hadn’t given him permission to know, because he would never tell fucking Deku something like this.

But there he was – fucking knowing anyway.

It really pissed him off.

“Deku,” he spat with as much venom as he could possibly muster on a brisk Tuesday morning. It was early and the hallway outside their homeroom was still mostly empty. Katsuki had gotten up earlier than usual, just for this.

“O-oh! Hi, Kacchan,” the fucker seemed surprised that Katsuki had even approached him, but he wasn’t trembling like he used to when they were kids. Still, Katsuki noticed the way his eyes flitted to the door, as though to map out an escape route in case shit went sour between them.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “You know.” It was a statement. An accusation. He didn’t need to clarify it. If the startled expression on the nerd’s face wasn’t the biggest goddamn giveaway on the planet, then the furious blush that settled across his cheeks a moment after was more than telling. Katsuki ground his teeth together and dug his fingernails into his thighs through the fabric of his pockets to keep himself from exploding.

“Oh… I mean, y-yeah I guess I kind of figured it out. I wasn’t trying to or anything, I know that this sort of thing is a sensitive topic, especially for you. N-not that it’s weird or anything, because it’s you! Of course, you’re allowed to like – “ The sound of his dumb, stammering voice alone was enough to test Katsuki’s already thin patience.

“Does he?” He interrupted with a sneer, cutting Deku off before he could spiral into one of his endless muttering speeches about fuck all.

Deku had the audacity to look offended by his abruptness, but only for a second. “Um, I don’t think so. I don’t really know him as well as you do, but your signals are pretty obscure, I don’t think even he would be able to pick up on them – “ Katsuki might actually kill him. Today might finally be the day. But not before they finished this conversation, because Katsuki had to know too.

“I’m not fucking asking about that you damn nerd! I know he doesn’t fucking know, he’s a goddamn idiot with hair for brains.” Katsuki snarled against the blossoming of warmth that was beginning to develop in his chest. It’s the only time he’s ever felt something like that before; when he was talking to dumb hair, or talking about dumb hair, or fucking even just thinking about dumb hair and his dumb-mother-fucking-hair.

It was intoxicating – this feeling – it was addicting. It was like adrenaline, but it burned hotter. Like an electric shock, but it tingled deeper, tangling with his intestines and settling down into his very being. It was all of the sensations that he loved about fighting, about soaring, about winning – but better.

Katsuki has never been one for that kind of touchy-feely bullshit. It was stupid, and gross, and there was no place for vulnerabilities like that when he was trying to become the number one hero.

But shit was different with dumb hair. It didn’t feel vulnerable; it felt fucking powerful.

Dumb hair was a hero too, and he was already strong; stronger than most people Katsuki had the misfortune of breathing the same air with. And he expressed that touchy-feely bullshit with a fervor so genuine that it pulled Katsuki in like some goddamn tornado, ripping him apart piece by piece and searing him with fire every time the idiot slung an arm around his shoulders or leaned against him in the cafeteria or bumped their hips together to let Katsuki know when he was just teasing him (cause Katsuki could never fucking tell, alright, fuck, nobody has ever teased him before) or when the idiot sat next to him in the common area and their legs brushed and touched and pressed closer together, like it was on purpose, and –

Fuck, Katsuki wanted more.

It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

He’s never bothered with that kind of shit before; the hugs and the casual touches of friends. He didn’t like people in his fucking space, so he didn’t want that.

But he didn’t know how much more of it he could take.

The touching. The lack of touching.

For once in his entire goddamn life, he didn’t know what it was that he wanted. For it to continue, for it to stop, he didn’t know.

When Kirishima pressed into him as he leaned across him to show Duncehead something stupid on his phone in the cafeteria, Katsuki wanted to shove him away and yell at him to stay out of his space. But then, a few seconds later, when Kirishima would lean away again, he had to scrunch his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from reaching back out to seal the connection that had been severed between them, to bring back the warmth that had suddenly left him.

It was a headrush. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

And Kirishima – laughing, dorky, beaming bright as the fucking sun Kirishima – had no fucking idea.

Or maybe he did.

Maybe he liked to watch Katsuki slowly cave in on himself as his insides turned to ash under the burning heat from a singular elbow pressing into the edge of his hip when they sat together in the common area; squished close, too close, together into one of those horrible couches surrounded by a fuck-ton of people, for one of those stupid movie nights that Kirishima kept dragging him too.

Or maybe he didn’t.

Because he was an idiot.

God. Why did it have to be him?

The one guy in the whole goddamn universe that had decided that Katsuki was worth pestering with his persistent friendship, his unwavering camaraderie, and Katsuki had to go and fucking fall head over goddamn heels for him like some kind of pathetic loser.

Whatever the cruel reason, Katsuki knew that dumb hair was different, that he’d give anything for more of it so long as it came from that redhaired moron, and Deku, of all fucking people, knew it too.

“Oh,” Deku looked confused as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then his eyes widened. “Oh!”

Katsuki gritted his teeth and locked his shoulders into place, daring him to make some sort of sly comment or mock him in some way; readying himself for the absolute worst answer.

But no, Deku hit shit differently than other people did. Not only with his borrowed quirk, but with the way he interacted with people. He didn’t ridicule Katsuki with insulting words, but he also didn’t get to the goddamn point, keeping him tight and suspended over a cavern of the unknown. The fucking coward hid behind a barrage of boyish smiles and aimless stutters that may be able to disarm others, but it didn’t work on Katsuki. He knew him better than that. So he just glared harder.

“I honestly can’t say…. like I said, I don’t really know him as well as you do, so I don’t really know what tells to look for. He’s really expressive and kind to just about everybody.” Deku hesitated, looking like he wanted to say more, and Katsuki internally threatened him not to, but his silent warning went unheard as Deku straightened up; determined. “You should talk to him about it though. You seem to have gotten pretty close lately, and he’s a really great guy, I’m sure that even if he doesn’t – “

“Don’t tell me what I already fucking know!” Katsuki snapped, cutting him off again. He pointedly ignored the flush of heat spiraling up the back of his neck and spilling down into his cheeks.

He didn’t want Deku to finish that sentence. He didn’t want to fucking hear it. The other side of the coin.

The one where Kirishima didn’t feel the same way as he did, didn’t feel the burning touches as intensely as he did, didn’t look at Katsuki the same way that Katsuki looked at him, didn’t crave more the way that Katsuki did. He’s learned a lot about losing and failure since coming to UA, but this was one risk even he wasn’t willing to take without some form of guaranteed certainty. Now was not the time to be reckless, like he so often tended to be.

“I can see why you like him,” Deku said and his voice sounded soft and stupid. He wasn’t looking at Katsuki anymore, which grated on his nerves, and he turned to follow the nerd’s line of sight to see what had captivated him so much.

But of course, what else could it ever fucking be? The idiot’s smile was the only thing worth looking at. It demanded attention the same way the goddamn sun demanded to be noticed on a perfect summer’s day. Or some other metaphorically romantic bullshit.

Kirishima walked down the hallway towards homeroom, squished too closely between Soy Sauce and Duncehead for Katsuki’s liking. He looked sleepy, his tie knotted in sloppy haste, and he reached a hand up to rub clumsily at one of his eyes.

When he looked up and noticed Katsuki standing there, he flashed a lop-sided grin, and goddamn it if it didn’t send Katsuki’s heart into a fucking frenzy. Kirishima lifted a hand in greeting, beaming a smile so earnest it hurt to fucking look at. Duncehead looked over too, and he frowned at being ignored by Kirishima in favor of greeting Katsuki.

Fucking good.

“I think he’d be good for you Kacchan, and I think you’d be good for him too.” Today was the day Deku died.

Katsuki rounded on him and raised a threatening palm. “If you tell anybody about this, I swear it’ll be the last goddamn mistake you ever make in your miserable life.”

Deku has the gall to smile at him like they’re best fucking friends again, and he looked a little amused, which just pissed Katsuki off even more. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Kacchan.”

And fuck. Katsuki believed him.

#kiribaku #kiribaku drabble #touch starved bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #midoriya izuku #bakugou x kirishima #kiribakuhappiness drabble prompts #bnha #asks

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proclaimersofheroes · 4 years

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Respect For The Elders

Hey. Hey @gentrychild. You’re an inspiration. Have a gift.

The chatter and roughhousing of his fellow squires was a nice backdrop to the afternoon. Sure they chased away all the prey with their noise, but in new territory like this Izuku would rather be with them than without. He looked towards his mentor at the head of the group.

The knight looked surprisingly alive, for having run out of his coffee last week on this trip. None of the villages they’d helped as they traveled had sold any of the rare beans from the upper slopes, citing draconic issues with the supply.

“Midoriya.” Izuku brightened, moving closer to his teacher. “Look.”

All Izuku saw was lush, untouched forest. Tall, old trees shading the ground where saplings sprouted. He knew that this was an old place, not graced with fire or disaster for quite some time, by the little amount of undergrowth. The class had mostly been passing through ferns and mosses, mushrooms peeking up from the ground and growing on logs and trunks as life kept going. “Sir?”

It would make a beautiful territory for anyone, but there was nothing else exceptional about it. The Erasing Knight’s weary sigh was confusing. “With your magical senses, Midoriya.”

Oh. Oh!

With a sheepish grin, Izuku shrugged off his rucksack, passing the heavy bag and then his weapons to his teacher. As part of the training they had to move in their armor, but with the ingenuity of UA’s smiths and enchanters, that wasn’t a problem.

It wasn’t anything close to thinking, to wanting, to shift. Just finally unfolding himself, stretching out his wings as wide as he could, wingsails sheltering some of his friends. There were giggles, though some of those who didn’t like flying quickly backed up. Mina bumped into Kacchan, which made the explosive blond curse and shove her away.

Amused, Izuku tucked his head under his wing to watch them, tail curling around the stragglers to pull them closer to the group. His armor lay on the forest floor, harmlessly fallen apart thanks to the enchantments to detect his growth. A satisfied hum rumbled in his throat, met with grins and a satisfied churr from Denki. “What’s happening?” Shoto asks, stepping forward and laying a warm hand on Izuku’s side.

As nice as the day is, it makes Izuku just want to curl up with his handsome friend. Aizawa clears his throat, and Izuku remembers what he was asked to do. As he looks towards the forest before him...

The young wyvern is shocked that he was so blinded in human form. Hackles raised, Izuku retreats quickly and does his best to shelter the other teenagers under his wings. An outcry meets his ears as the squires are shoved together, struggling even as he wraps his tail around the group.

“Midoriya!” “Midoriya, what’s wrong?”

“Izuku?”

What did his dad say about Elders? Don’t use human form. Don’t show your fear.

Remember that you are far, far lower on the food chain than they are.

“Midoriya.” Aizawa’s voice gets through to him, the knight approaching slowly and laying a hand on his neck. “I noticed a few territory markers. A clan you know?”

Izuku takes strength in his teacher’s calm confidence. He tries to draw it into himself, to emulate the knight. Carefully, slowly, he loosens his tail around his friends, flaps his wings twice to get the shakes out of them. “No sir.” His voice is high with tension, and Izuku clears his throat to try and speak more normally. “We were about to go into an Elder’s territory.”

“An elder? What, like someone’s dragony grandpa?” Kirishima jokes, smiling. “Worried that we’ll get our cheeks pinched and shoved full of food while listening to ancient history?”

Aizawa understood at least, giving him a sharp nod and a calming pat. “Pack up, we’re leaving. This is an important lesson for all of you.” He slung Izuku’s rucksack onto his back, carrying the weight like it was nothing on top of his own. Denki moved first, scrambling to pick up the pieces of Izuku’s armor and was soon joined by Ochako, Tenya and Shoto.

“What lesson is that, sir?”

“Draconics classified as Elders are Feral. They won’t care that you’re friends with a hatchling if you’ve insulted them, they’re in a bad mood, they’re hungry, or for any other reason.”

The quiet jokes and jostles of the class stop. Izuku can see the color draining from Kacchan’s face, and looks down at feeling pressure against his side. Pressed against him is Denki, trembling but with a determined look on his face. Izuku’s glad to get and give reassurance to his feathered friend.

They’ve barely made it to a clearing when a shadow passes overhead. Several squires cry out in fear, reaching for their weapons and blessings. A blanket of magic covers them, halting them as they look towards Aizawa. The knight’s holding his scarf, glaring at all of them as his eyes blaze red. “You are harmless. Do not puff up defensively, it can only make things worse.”

Slowly, the rest of the class settles into parade rest, hands folded in front of them and no blessings flaring once Aizawa releases his. Izuku’s not paying attention to that, though.

No, this magic signature he recognizes. “Dad!”

“Izuku!” The answering call is louder, Hajime’s shadow eclipsing them as he turns and glides down. “What are you doing here?”

Mouths gape at the sight of him, though Aizawa warily lowers his hand as Izuku runs over to press against his father.

“He’s huge!”

“Bigger than Ryuku, that’s for sure.”

Izuku ignored the whispers, safe as he cuddles against the older wyvern. “We were leaving. Sir Eraserhead, our mentor, noticed signs of a territory and had me look at it.” Those giant gold eyes turn to the adult, a small nod of acknowledgment before nosing against his small hatchling.

But it was over far too soon for Izuku, the boy giving a small whine when his dad steps back. “You need to keep going. Grandfather is awake, I’m ‘showing off my hunting skills.’” Izuku knows he yearns to grab him and fly home. But there isn’t time, if the Elder is already awake.

He’s reassured that it’s his Great-Grandfather. Even as terrifying as the idea is, he knows that his dad will keep watching over the Elder from ever falling to Izuku. With a nod, Izuku moves to go back to his group.

“An interesting hunting strategy, young one.” Izuku freezes in his tracks. If his father had eclipsed the group, this new wyvern put out the sun itself to cast them all into darkness. Slowly, his eyes rose up, up, up, and Great-Grandfather blazed in his magical senses like an alarm. “They’re a little small, but an entire herd...” the Elder mused, making the other squires cower.

“No!” Izuku scampered forward, not hiding under his dad anymore. There was a stunned silence in the air, and Izuku crashed through it before it could grow. “Sir. Great-Grandfather. They’re with me, they’re my friends. I’m sorry for distracting my Father from tending to you.”

“Izuku,” his father hissed near silently, warning him. A sudden rush of air, motion. The trees were falling, snapping like little twigs as Great-Grandfather landed, settled. Unblocked sunlight graced Izuku’s scales once more, but he was more focused on the giant before him.

Eyes slightly cloudy with age, they were almost crossing as the Elder lowered his head to get a closer look at him. His father’s tail wrapped around him, protective, reassuring, and Izuku was filled with too much determination as the wyvern bathed him with hot breath. “Well now,” the Elder sounded amused, at least. “I was not aware of being a great-grandfather. What a cute little newborn.” Better a newborn hatchling to him than a threat, Izuku reminded himself.

“It hadn’t come up yet, sir.” His dad asserts, more respectful than Izuku had ever heard him before. He glances at his friends, to find them all frozen where they stand, only Aizawa having been able to move. The knight was standing in front of the teenagers, protective as he could be without trying to threaten.

Great-Grandfather glanced towards the humans as well. “Hanging around with knights, hatchling? You’re much like that other one. Oh, his name...”

“Buri, sir.”

“Thank you, little one. Now, did you have other prey in mind, since I doubt you’ll aim at the hatchling’s playmates?”

“Yes sir.” All the squires collapsed in relief after the two grown wyverns departed.

#bnha fic #wyvern au #friend gentry #bnha fantasy au #gift fic

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kaoru-takaida · 3 years

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MHA Collab Fanfic

CHAPTER 3: The Meaning of Strength

When the bus stops at the rest stop, two Pro Heroes with cat outfits reveal themselves to the class. Ones Kaoru is very familiar with. Both Kaoru and Midoriya gasp in excitement. "Oh wow! My Uncle is a big fan!" Kaoru tells Bakugou. Bakugou seems distracted however. "Hm?" Kaoru looks over at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Why'd we stop in the middle of nowhere?" He asks. Before they knew what was happening, the other students were bolting towards the bus.

"Eh?" And in the blink of an eye, all of Kaoru's classmates had been swept over the cliffside by a wave of dirt and earth. Even Kaoru lost their footing but before they could stumble over the cliff, Aizawa uses his capture scarf to snag Kaoru. It winds around them and he yanks Kaoru back up, holding them up like a fish on a hook. "Mr. Aizawa?"

"Before you go off with the rest of them, I need to have a little chat with you." He says. Kaoru keeps a perplexed look on their face. He holds up his cellphone showing multiple missed calls. "Your uncle has been trying to call me… consistently…"

Kaoru grimaces nervously, recognizing the number. "He left a message saying he wanted you to come back home. Be honest, should I listen to him?"

Kaoru looks away for a second. "I, uh." They hesitate. "I'm not sure what you're asking." Kaoru replies.

Aizawa sighs. "I'm asking if there's a reason why he'd be worried and whether or not I should drag you back by force."

Kaoru clenches thier fist. Down on the ground as everyone fights a dirt clod created by Pixie Bob in the form of a beast, Bakugou and Kirishima take a second to look up at the cliff where Aizawa has Kaoru dangling by his scarf, talking. He scowls. "Wonder what they're talking about." Kirishima says. Bakugou scoffs.

"Like I care." He says, looking for the next threat. He charges into the fold. Kirishima takes one last glance at Kaoru and Aizawa and follows Bakugou.

Aizawa's eyes are wide at Kaoru's explanation. They give him a look that he can only place as a mixture of concern, sadness, and pleading. "You're kidding me…" He says.

Kaoru's scowls a bit now. "Mr. Aizawa… " Kaoru clenches their fists at their side. "I… want to be a Hero. I want to get stronger, train harder." They look at the ground below them. "I would be on my hands and knees begging you, but…" They look up at him, eyebrows pursed. "Please, sir, let me stay."

Aizawa looks at Kaoru for a good long moment, contemplating what to do. This kid… He closes his eyes now. "Alright. I'll call and let him know you're staying." He looks off at the distance, no doubt where the camp base was in the middle of the forest. "Besides, you're as safe as you're gonna get. Only a select few knows where we'll be." He gives Kaoru one last look. "Not even the League should be able to find us"

Kaoru sighs in relief. "Thank you so much." They say, bowing their head a bit. Aizawa gently lowers Kaoru to the ground below.

"Now get going." He orders.

They nod, giving him a determined smile. "Yes, sir!" They say. Kaoru runs off to catch up with their classmates. Aizawa rubs the back of his neck watching Kaoru a moment.

I'll have to keep my eye on them… He thinks to himself. His cellphone starts to ring and he looks at the number. "Of course."

Kaoru tries to keep their cool, but can't help but feel their blood boil at the thought of their uncle harassing their teacher. They sprint through the forest. I don't care what Uncle thinks. Kaoru spots a huge dirt clod monster as they catch up with the other students. They activate their Quirk, sprinting even faster as energy builds within their fox paw feet. They spring upward and drop onto the dirt clod monster's head. An explosion rings out and a small puff of flames makes the beast's head burst as Kaoru kicks down on it with both paws. I WILL become a hero. No matter what. Kaoru flips backward and lands on all fours with a soft landing. The beast crumbles away. They watch as the chunks of dirt fall. And then I'll find out the whole truth behind my existence.

After reaching the camp a little after 5pm, Kaoru collapses next to Kaminari and Sero. Kaoru pants, exhausted, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. Sero and Kaminari give them a wide eyed look of surprise. "Wow, Kaoru. You really pushed yourself out there, huh?" Sero asks. Kaoru sits up, tucking their legs under them and their skirt.

"Yeah." They take a deep breath, wiping dirt from their cheek. "My Quirk only allows me to amplify my output of energy by combining my own strength with the energy I take in. As a result, endurance matches and drawn out battles aren't really my forte."

Kaminari puts a hand to his chin. "I guess that makes sense. Even your Quirk has its limits."

Aizawa walks up behind the three of them. "Kaoru's limit is a bit easier to hit than the rest of you students." Aizawa explains. "Over in the U.S., few schools tailor their teaching of Quirks individually like we do." Kaminari and Sero frown. "Instead they'll focus on what all Quirks have in common and teach in ways that everyone could benefit." Aizawa puts a hand out, gesturing to Kaoru who doesn't look too pleased remembering this fact. "Think about it as the difference between regular school and prestigious academies. Kaoru, having only studied in regular education for a year and being home schooled a majority of their life, is severely behind compared to the rest of you."

Kaoru's ears drop down and they give a bitter and embarrassed glance to Sero and Kaminari. "I had to study like crazy to pass the special transfer exam for U.A." Kaoru admits. "It was the only thing I focused on for months. And my uncle practically beat the lessons into me. And then, I still had to keep in shape and focus on my Quirk for the physical aptitude exam."

Aizawa nods. "In the physical exam, there was a lot of wasted effort and things that could definitely be improved on." Kaoru glances at Kaminari and Sero. Then they look around at the rest of the class.

He's right. Everyone here is ahead of me by a whole semester. They've survived the USJ attack where they had to fight for their lives with villains. Kaoru looks down at their hands on the ground. And then they all proved how skilled and talented they were in the sports festival. I need to catch up, or else I'll be left behind. Kaoru pouts a bit, looking away.

Kaminari looked up at Mr. Aizawa. "That's right. Kaoru mentioned something about taking a special physical practical exam before. I'm curious. What exactly did that mean?" He asks.

Aizawa smiles now with a scary, almost sadistic smile. "They had to go toe to toe with yours truly to see if they were worthy to pass." Kaoru grimaces and tenses, shuddering at the memory.

Sero and Kaminari give them a panicked look. "That sounds horrifying!" They say in unison.

Kaoru sighs to themself, leaving the girl's room. After carrying their stuff in, they were starving. "Hey, idiot." Bakugou's voice says. Kaoru sees him walking toward them, hands in his uniform's pants pockets. Just like them, Bakugou was all battered and bruised from fighting the monster dirt clods in the forest. Kaoru's eyes light up.

"Oh. Bakugou. Got all your stuff in the boys' room?" Kaoru asks.

Bakugou scoffs. "Of course I did. It was a piece of cake." Kaoru blinks as he grows quiet. "I wanted to say that you didn't need to defend me when Aizawa was about to punish me the other day."

Kaoru purses their eyebrows. "But, Bakugou, that was all my fault. You didn't deserve to be punished."

Bakugou sighs. "I did. I acted like an ass. So…" He scowls. "Just take it, okay?"

Kaoru cocks an eyebrow, tilting their head to the side, ears perked. "Take what?" Kaoru asks after a few seconds of awkward silence . "I'm confused."

Bakugou purses his lips into a small frown, looking a bit irritated. "I... didn't need your apology either… Not when I was the one who needed to apologize first. But you went and did it anyway. Just like how you defended me." He says softly.

Kaoru's eyes widened with realization. He's trying to say "thank you", huh? Kaoru smiles a small smile. And trying to apologize, too… What a weirdo. He can't just say it, can he? Kaoru thinks. "Oh. I see." Kaoru gives him a bigger, brighter smile. "Yeah. You're right. You didn't need me to. But I did anyway."

Bakugou's eyebrow twitches slightly and he grimaces. "What's with that stupid look on your face?" He hisses.

Kaoru laughs lightly. "Oh. It's nothing."

Bakugou scoffs again. "Whatever, dumbass." He turns and waves for Kaoru to follow. "Anyway, those weird cat ladies are serving dinner. Let's get some food before there's none left, moron."

Kaoru catches up to him. "You know what! To make it up to me, why don't you let me call you Kacchan?"

"What?! No way in hell!"

"Aw. Please?"

"I said no."

"Pretty please?"

"Ugh. If I let you, will you leave me the hell alone?"

"Probably not."

"Then the answer is still no!"

"Nah, I think I'll call you Kacchan anyway."

"Do it and I'll kill you!"

"Haha!"

"So, why do you want to be a Hero?" Kaoru asks Bakugou. He stops eating, halting his chopsticks.

"Huh?"

Kaoru smiles. "I'm curious. What made you want to be a hero?" Kaoru takes a sip of their tea. "I can't really imagine you wanting to be anything else. So it makes me curious."

Bakugou scoffs. "Why would I tell you that?" He says, taking another bite, clearly dodging the question. Kaoru shrugs and takes a bite of their own rice. Bakugou looks over, chewing his food quietly. He swallows and then very nonchalantly asks. "What about you?" Kaoru looks up at him, mid chew. They point to themself. "Why would you want to be a hero?" Bakugou asks.

Kaoru considers it a moment before swallowing their food. "I… can't really explain it." Kaoru begins. "A part of me just yearns to be a hero. And then another part of me wants to be strong." Kaoru places their bowl onto the table. They look around to double check if any of the other students were listening. They were all going about with their meals. It was just Kaoru and Bakugou at this table, so Kaoru sighs a bit before looking at him. "To be honest, this is a secret, but I've been running from something big for as long as I can remember." Bakugou's eyebrow clenched into a concerned scowl. Kaoru looks down at the scars on their hands. "A group of people are after me from what my uncle told me. I… actually have no memory of my childhood. The first memory I actually have is of the night my uncle found me."

"Found you?" Bakugou asks.

Kaoru nods. They smile a sad smile. "My uncle is actually my adoptive parent. My guardian." Kaoru closes their eyes. "I guess he found me in a very very dangerous situation, and saved me before I could be killed." Kaoru clenches their fists. "I don't remember much. But he took me in and took care of me." Kaoru smiles a sad smile at Bakugou now. "I want to be a Hero who can save people. The way my uncle saved me."

Kaoru leaves the girl's locker room at the hot springs. They'd decided to turn in early, but is caught by surprise as Mr. Aizawa walks up to them. "Teacher…" Kaoru says.

He points behind him with his thumb. "You have a moment?" Moments later, Kaoru and Aizawa are seated in the lobby area. Aizawa hands Kaoru a canned coffee with milk and sugar from the vending machine.

They give a little bow with their head before taking it. "Thank you, teacher." They say. Aizawa pulls a chair back and sits across the table from them. He opens his own can of black coffee and takes a sip. Kaoru opens their own can and takes a sip.

"The other students have a general idea of how to progress their Quirks." Aizawa begins. "I pulled you aside to ask you how you'd like to improve yours." Aizawa sets his can down on the table now. "It's important because what you do to improve your Quirk here will greatly impact how you use it in the future. And coming from a schooling system that lacked individuality, you're far behind in the progression of your Quirk compared to the students here." Kaoru rubs the side of their coffee can with one finger, looking rather discouraged. "I'm not saying this to make you feel inadequate. U.A. accepts only the best and brightest. And you got in with flying colors." Kaoru doesn't respond, looking very upset. Aizawa lifts his eyebrows slightly. "Do you need help finding a way? Or…" He then gives them a concerned look. "Was there something bothering you?"

Kirishima walks away from the boy's locker room towards the lobby. He stops, hearing voices. "I'm sorry I'm causing so much trouble." Kaoru's voice says. Kirishima stays put, just around the corner, curious. "It seems like that's all I've been doing since I transferred to U.A."

Aizawa shakes his head. "With a school and class like the one you're in, things are bound to get complicated and hard." Aizawa crosses his arms. "Think you can tell me why you're really in U.A.?" Kirishima cocks an eyebrow. "You told me about a group of people who are after you." Kirishima feels his heart sink.

People are after Kaoru? Should I be eavesdropping? I mean in retrospect, eavesdropping isn't really all that manly but…

"But having seen the news about the USJ incident, directly involving our class, why did you choose class A?" Aizawa asks Kaoru.

Kirishima's interest is piqued further by the question. He holds his ground, his back against the wall. He's talking about the League of Villains attacking the USJ. He's right. If people are after Kaoru, why'd they decided to join our class specifically knowing they might be put in danger? Kirishima wonders.

Kaoru swallows hard. Looking down, their eyes hidden in shadow. "I want to get stronger to become a Hero." Kaoru says. They grip their pajama pants now. "My uncle doesn't want me here because he thinks I'm in danger and that I can't take care of myself and that I need protecting. But…"

When Kaoru doesn't finish the sentence, Aizawa presses them. "'But'?"

Kaoru looks up at Aizawa, scowling. "I want to be strong! Like All Might!" Aizawa's eyes widened. Kirishima feels his jaw drop. "I'm tired of not being able to do anything to help or even be able to fend for myself!" Kirishima chokes a bit, those words sinking in and making him see Kaoru completely differently. Someone he could relate to. "I want to save people, and do so without needing to be saved myself!" Kaoru clenches their fists. "All I've ever known is being protected and cared for by Uncle. But I don't want that anymore." Kaoru grasps at their hoodie, at their heart. "I want to be able to take care of Uncle too! To be strong enough to take care of others and save others!" They look away, a bitter look on their face as they clench their teeth, the grip on their shirt tightening. "But I can't do that if I'm weak and need to be saved or taken care of." Kaoru lifts a fist with their free hand. "I want my power to be used to save others and help the ones who need it. I want my power to be used to be a Hero." Kaoru smiles. "I chose class 1A because I saw how your students were in the Sports Festival."

Aizawa gives Kaoru a questionable look. "The Sports festival, huh?"

Kaoru nods. "I heard your commentary and saw how determined Class 1A was. That's when I decided to join this class. I saw this class, and wanted to be right there with them all." Kaoru claps their fist into the palm of their hand. "I want to see them become heroes too! And I want to be a hero!"

Kirishima can't help but smile to himself at hearing this. We're pretty similar in more ways than I thought. Kirishima thinks. Kirishima decides to walk away now, satisfied with hearing Kaoru's declaration and resolve. Hearing Kaoru say those things makes me even more determined to improve. He clenches his fists, lifting them up, looking at them in front of him as he walks. I know they said they prefer neutral or female pronouns but I gotta admit. That speech of theirs was pretty manly. He drops his fists, walking towards the boy's room. I can't let them show me up! I'll get stronger too! I can't wait!

Back in the lobby, Aizawa gives the fox girl an intrigued grin. "There you go." He tells them. "That's the conviction I needed to see from you." He points at Kaoru. "So do you know how you want to improve?"

Kaoru nods. "Yes, sir!" They smile at him. "Thank you, Teacher." They look down at their hands. "I guess saying things out loud like that can help you work through a problem. I'll have to remember that."

Aizawa nods. "Your teachers and I want you and all of your classmates to succeed to become the best heroes you can be. Just remember that." Kaoru nods. He sighs. "For you… that starts with calling your Uncle."

Kaoru gives him a spacey look, completely not expecting that. "Eh?"

Aizawa gives Kaoru a threatening glare. "For the love of God, call that man and get him to stop calling me."

Kaoru shivers, cowering a little, their ears pulled back in fear as their tail tucks between their legs. "Okay. W-Will do, sir."

#mha oc #bnha oc #my hero academia oc #boku no hero acadamia oc #my hero Academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #Kaoru Takaida #my mha oc #my bnha oc

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kaiicopili · 4 years

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Roses (KiriBaku Hanahaki Fanfic)

BECAUSE IM ABSOLUTELY BORED AND IM IN A BNHA MOOD

Have a KiriBaku I wrote a while back since all of us are stuck in our homes. Enjoyyyyyy

Also Deku’s my favorite I love him I swear :’))))

Anddddd I’m opennnnn for requests! If I end up being one of those cool BNHA tumblrs writers like Monst and Lady Bakuhoe that is, but that’s highly unlikely-

Summary: Bakubitch is bad at feelings. That,,,That’s it.

Warnings: None other than probably OOC Kiri and Kat

Bakugo watched from afar, where Red Riot was greeting Deku as he walked into class. His usual glare hardened as they talked to one another, laughing.

That’s when the coughing started.

He brushed it off as maybe some sort of cold or he somehow developed allergies (towards Deku, because fuck him), but when he saw a red petal in his elbow was when he started to worry.

Now, Bakugo wasn’t one to worry; he was Lord Explosion Murder, he always won, what did he need to worry about? He was better than all these lowlife extras, they were beneath him, he was gonna surpass everyone in this class, even his childhood friend. Despite Deku having One for All, Bakugo could easily sweep, mop, and shine the floor with him!

But every time he saw or thought of Kirishima with someone else, coughs erupted from his throat and rose petals quickly followed. Once it got to the point where Present Mic excused him to the bathroom in the middle of class.

In the bathroom, he felt his throat burn and ache with the coughing and dry heaving that came after. Red flower petals flowed out of his mouth effortlessly, as if it didn’t take him thirty minutes to heave them out.

Bakugo panted heavily, mouth open as he coughed up what he assumed was the last of them. His breath became uneven and his head was throbbing, but he forced another cough from the bottom of his throat and vomited it out.

A rose.

A beautiful rose, covered in saliva and was that his lunch or blood? He didn’t care, he wiped off his mouth and walked past the stalls, unaware of a certain green bean knowing his condition.

Days turned into weeks, and every single day, a whole rose managed to climb it’s way up his esophagus and out of his mouth, sometimes two. He got sick of it. What the hell was happening? He wasn’t used to this kind of shit, Bakugo was Bakugo! He was supposed to be better than coughing up some sort of shitty flower!

But another glance at Kirishima and his heart ached, and up came another one.

Kirishima was always known to be friendly, yes, but Bakugo had no chance, at least, that’s what his mind told him. Whatever, he didn’t need love, he was gonna be more famous than All Might some day.

But his heart ached and yearned for the redhead to be closer to him more than usual, possibly confront him and maybe a marriage proposal? Just a thought, even if they were in high school.

Bakugo started to cough in his elbow in the middle of class, and he felt a hand on his back. Katsuki looked back to see Deku, a knowing look in his eyes as he raised his hand. Oddly, the boy didn’t stop him, instead complying as Midoriya walked him to the nurse.

“What kind of flowers.”

Kacchan was taken aback. How did he know? He couldn’t have possibly known. He made sure no one watched him.

“What the hell are you talking about, Deku?”

“What kind of flowers are you coughing up?”

He scrunched up his nose. “What do you me-”

Bakugo immediately came face-to-face with an article on Deku’s phone. He snatched it and read through it as the two walked.

Hanahaki Disease

A disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. How had he noticed? More importantly, how did he know what it was? “What, are you doing more of your spying bullshit?” He shoved the phone into Midoriya’s chest, glaring as he coughed in his mouth, the taste of a petal fresh on his tongue.

Deku gently grabbed it. “I’ve had it before.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he continued. “It was awful, and I ended up almost dying. If it wasn’t for my Mom noticing, I would have been on my bed, dead with Dahlias and blood surrounding my body. I…” Bakugo could make out tears that came from the crybaby’s eyes as he wiped them. “I don’t want you going through the same thing.”

Bakugo was going to speak before he held his throat and fell to his knees, dry heaving and coughing up blood. Nine petals. Four flowers. Three more flowers. Eight more petals.

Kacchan's vision became hazy and his head throbbed as he lost count, Midoriya’s voice becoming a simple ring. He used one hand to hold himself up as the flower parts forced their way up his throat.

The blonde thought he was done, but he felt an ache in his lungs and his throat. Tears threatened to fall, the pain was unbearable. He heaved and heaved, feeling the pats of Izuku attempting to help him get it out.

And he coughed up a final, full rose with the stem intact, the thorns shredding the inside of his throat and mouth.

Bakugo trembled, sweat heading down his forehead as his vision turned back into normal, the heartbeat in his head slowing down and his hearing became another sense he was able to use properly once again. He panted, clutching his shirt with the hand he was clutching his throat, giving out a few more coughs that made his head pound.

Katsuki turned back to Deku, red metallic liquid rolling down only to see his eyes dark and terrified. Izuku covered his mouth, hand to his chest as he breathed heavily. He looked traumatized. Then again, the Ground Zero was on his knees, coughing up fucking roses and shit. Reasonable.

“Let’s get you to Recovery Girl, we can talk about it in my dorm room.” He started in a monotone voice, helping Katsuki up and to Recovery Girl’s office. They even stepped over Kacchan’s blood, which was the only signal that Kirishima needed.

“Kirishima?”

“WHAT ARE YOU, PART OF THE FBI?”

Deku laughed, causing Katsuki’s anger to rise. This freckled green bean bitch. “Just a hunch. I can te-”

Midoriya was quickly swept into the air, Bakugo holding him by his shirt collar, even as he held back a small cough. “I’m no damn pussy, I can tell him myself! I can go back and tell him right now!! I WILL GO UP TO THE ROOF AND YELL AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ‘DONT FUCK WITH ME, EIJIRO KIRISHIMA’S MINE!’”

Slow clapping was heard from the other side of the door, and an oddly placed smirk grew on Izuku Midoriya’s face. “Nice timing, Kirishima.”

And in seconds, Bakugo didn’t feel a single urge to heave as Kirishima swung the door open. He had a soft smile on his face, and that soft smile radiated so much fire in his eyes that all those roses that were holding him in his cage were burnt to crisps. Eijiro walked over to Katsuki Bakugo as he dropped his childhood friend, and soon enveloped him into a hug.

“Next time, just tell me and don’t die for weeks on end.”

Bakugo immediately hugged back and picked him up, grinning. “I was just waiting for the perfect moment!”

“Yeah, the perfect moment to literally shred your mouth apart!”

Midoriya watched happily, and he softly straightened his throat, not alerting the two. He sneakily put a hand in his mouth and put it behind his back, crumbling the object up. It could wait. He had a few weeks, no need to waste them on past regrets.

And Midoriya threw away the Amaryllis, going over to congratulate the two.

#kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #bnha #bnha kiribaku

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 20 Pairing: Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 5,203 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole and @amaisenshi for reading this over and letting me freak out always.

The arena was bustling, massive crowds coming to watch the sports festival, and Sayuri had forgotten how busy it was going to be. Her and Shouhei had watched the sports fest every year together, but watching on T.V. and being a part of it in person were two very different things.

Her parents had been given VIP seats, partially due to who they were, but also because Shouhei would be participating. However, even with the secret entrance U.A had provided and disguises her parents had put on, avoiding the press was next to impossible.

"It's Ground Zero! And Uravity!" A woman cried out, pointing right in their direction and Sayuri immediately recoiled, stepping towards her father.

"Oh! Hello! Please excuse us, we're about to go watch our son-" Ochako began to say, but before she could finish, microphones were being thrust in all of their faces.

"Ground Zero! You won the sports fest as a first year! Are you hoping your son will do the same?!"

"You must be so proud of your son for following in your footsteps, Uravity! He has a quirk similar to yours, how do you think he'll be using it today?"

Sayuri's eyes darted about, listening to her parents field questions, answering as quickly as possible. She let out a sigh, happy they were focusing on her parents and not her. The few times she had been questioned by the press, she had nearly combusted from embarrassment and having no idea what to say.

"Please, we'll be happy to answer questions after the event but for now, we really should be-" Ochako tried to speak, gently turning them down.

Glancing to the side, Sayuri could see Deku, Melissa and Kazu, as well as Shouto and Momo also dealing with the press. Kazu, like her, was standing mostly behind his parents, hoping to avoid any questions.

For a moment, they caught eyes and Kazu smiled, waving at her. She waved back but stopped suddenly when a microphone was thrust into her face as well.

"Sayuri, is it difficult to watch your brother compete when you know you won't have a chance to?"

She froze. Of course it was difficult. Was she jealous? Of course. Did she want to run and hide in her room and forget her brother was going to be better than her in every way she could possibly imagine? Yes. Was she going to secretly wish she could be a hero like him the whole goddamn time. Duh. Was that question... real? Had the woman really just asked her-

"Oi!" Her father's voice cut through the noise and he smacked the microphone out of the woman's hand. It fell to the ground with a loud noise, a sharp distortion filling the air. "Don't you dare ask my daughter shitty fuckin' questions like that. You can ask us whatever you want, but stay away from her!" he snapped.

He pressed his hand to the small of Ochako's back and pushed her forward, grabbing Sayuri's hand to pull them away from the press.

"T-Thanks Dad," she whispered. She gently brushed her fingers over the edge of one of her pigtails. Why did the press care about her? She wasn't her parents; in fact, because she didn't have a quirk, she really wasn't anyone special.

Swallowing, she followed them inside, clinging to her father's hand. She felt like a child, wanting to hide away. She never knew what to do around the press, and she was thankful her father had shooed them away.

"Sayu, sweetheart," her mother said, turning to her once they were away from the crowd. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, we should've tried to block them faster."

"Fuckin' idiots!" Bakugou snapped, waving his hand back and forth. "Can't stand all of them. How dare they fucking ask you that shit. They're lucky I didn't just explode them all."

Ochako snorted. "It's for the best you didn't do that... but... they are rude." She gently stroked her hand over one of Sayuri's blonde pigtails. "My perfect girl. I want you to enjoy today okay?" she said. "I know you and Shou have loved the sports festival for so long, try not to worry about the press."

"Don't listen to a goddamn thing they say," Katsuki snorted.

"I-I know..." she whispered. "It's fine. Really I'm just excited to see Shou."

It wasn't a lie. She was excited, just... jealous as hell.

The three of them made their way to the arena, taking their seats. The place was huge, and Sayuri's eyes widened as she stared at the large field. It was so strange seeing it up close, like she could reach out and actually touch it. Seeing the full field in front of her, her heart yearned to be down there; to stand with her peers and fight with a quirk.

She always imagined she would have something similar to her father’s... something explosive and flashy. She would light up the stage and the world with her quirk, showing off her amazing ability and everyone would be impressed she was even stronger than Ground Zero.

It was a dream she’d had for forever, so much so being here made her almost feel a sense of nostalgia.

Sayuri stood at the railing, watching as people bustled about the field, setting up what looked to be some sort of giant obstacle course.

"Ochako-chan!"

Turning around, Sayuri saw Momo and Shouto walking down the steps. As always, Momo was dressed far fancier than she needed to be, wearing a cute red summer dress and large hat.

"Momo-chan!" Ochako jumped up, waving to her friend. "You always look so cute!"

"Please," Momo giggled, cupping her cheek. "How are you?"

"Glad to see you avoided the press," Shouto said, taking a seat.

"Well, it took Katsuki knocking a microphone out of one reporter’s hand to get us away from them," Ochako giggled.

"Good morning, Sayu-chan," Momo smiled, waving to her. "I keep forgetting how big you are now," she sighed. "I hate seeing our children grow up so fast."

"I know," Ochako whined.

"But!" Momo's eyes lit up and she gently wrapped her fingers around Ochako's "Did you hear our boys are dating!?"

Ochako gasped. "I know! I couldn't be happier! Maybe we'll get to be in-laws!"

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Spare me."

"Katsuki!" Ochako snapped. "Being in-laws with Momo and Shouto would be amazing! Stop that."

"Whatever."

Sayuri couldn't help the snort that slipped from her lips. Her father was always so pissed about Deku and Shouto.

"Yuuta texted me today to say he was worried he would have to face Shou-kun. He really doesn't want to."

"Oh my gosh," Ochako sighed. "He's so precious. It would be cute to see them face each other."

"Shouhei will kick both of your kids’ asses!" Katsuki hissed.

"Katsuki! It's not a competition."

"Actually," Shouto hummed, "it is. We have two chances for our children to beat Shouhei."

"Shouto... don't be petty!" Momo sighed.

"I'm not being petty, I'm being honest," Shouto said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Tch, we'll see who ends up winning. Hopefully your boys will actually try!" Katsuki snapped.

"Are you still on that? We're in our forties and you haven't let this go?" Shouto scoffed.

"Of course fuckin' not, Half and Half. You're a goddamn bastard-"

"Kacchan! Ochako-chan! Ah! Shouto and Momo too!" Deku smiled, waving to them as he interrupted the growing tension between Katsuki and Shouto.

"Deku!" Ochako waved. "Come sit!"

"What the hell are you doing here, fuckin' nerd?!" Katsuki hissed, folding his arms across his chest.

"I invited them!" Ochako exclaimed, standing to give Melissa a hug as they moved to sit in the chairs behind them, though Kazu walked around, taking his seat next to Sayuri.

"Yes, we've only been around your children for years now, of course we would want to come and support them," Melissa sighed, taking a seat behind them.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, turning to Sayuri. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Well... I'm happy Kazu is here," she smirked.

"Fuckin' betrayed," Katsuki scoffed.

"It's good to see you both," Momo smiled, ignoring Katsuki's outbursts. "I haven't seen you in quite some time Melissa."

"You must be so proud; both of your boys are participating today, right?" Melissa asked.

"Mhm!"

"How is Arata handling it?" Ochako asked. "You mentioned Yuuta but is Arata nervous at all?"

"Mmm..." Momo glanced downwards.

"Arata has been... temperamental lately," Shouto explained. "We know he's very determined to win this."

"Well, they are teenagers," Melissa chuckled. "There's bound to be some frustrations." She glanced towards Kazu. "Please stay easy going."

"E-Eh!? M-Mom! I-I'll do my best!"

Sayuri snorted, rolling her eyes at her best friend. Kazu wasn't exactly easy going, but he wasn't the type to cause any problems.

"Don't worry, Meli-chan," Sayuri hummed, poking at Kazu's shoulder. "Kazu is such a goody-goody, it almost hurts."

"Just like his fuckin' nerdy ass father," Katsuki hissed, interjecting into the conversation.

"K-Kacchan..." Deku stammered.

"Shut it, Deku," Katsuki snapped, gritting his teeth.

Sayuri sat on the other side of her father, glancing out at the field while the adults continued to chatter between themselves. She had seen videos of her parents’ first fight. Ochako always claimed that was the moment Katsuki fell in love with her.

There was a small part of her that wanted to see Shou fight Yuuta. She could picture him losing for Yuuta’s sake; fucking sap.

Then again, as fun as the sports fest was for her, she knew it was stressful for her brother. It was the first time scouts would look at him and it would give him the potential to get an internship. It was how both her mother and father had started. Given his legacy, it would probably be easier for him, but knowing Shouhei, Sayuri was sure he would want to get it on his own merit.

Pursing her lips, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the stadium.

[Text Shouhei]: We're here. You better do a good job or I'm going to kick your ass!

[Text from Shouhei]: Don't worry I plan on winning this thing.

Kazu leaned over, nudging Sayuri. "Pretty exciting we're gonna get to see Shouhei out there."

"Heh, yeah. He better not suck!" she snorted, folding her arms across her chest. "I mean technically he's representing both of us out there."

"There's no way he'll suck! He's been working super hard, yeah?"

"Yeah..." Sayuri said, looking at the field.

She thought about the question the reporter had asked her before her dad had slapped the mic out of her hand. Of course she would never get to do this, which is why she would have to live vicariously through Shouhei.

Her phone buzzed once more and she turned it over, looking at Shouhei's message

[Text from Shouhei]: I'm gonna win for both us.

Swallowing, Sayuri pushed the phone against her chest as she scraped her teeth across her lower lip.

"Are you okay, Sayu-chan?" Kazu asked.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Shou is just... an idiot!" A smile pulled across her lips. "I'm probably gonna kick his ass if he doesn't win this."

"Sayu, be nice," Ochako said, leaning over Katsuki. "Your brother has been working really hard and he's probably very stressed."

"I dunno, he seems fine to me," Sayuri shrugged.

"I wasn't worried before the sports fest," Katsuki snorted. "I knew I was going to win."

"Yes, we all remember your eloquent speech," Shouto sighed.

"Shut it! Like you would do any better!" Katsuki hissed.

"What did you say Dad?"

"Mmm... If I recall he said something about pledging to be number 1," Momo said, tapping her finger against her chin.

"That was it!" Ochako laughed. "No one was surprised!"

"Yeah but then he was number one," Sayuri said, looking proudly at her father.

"I am number one, baby girl," he snorted, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.

"Dad!" she cried out, pushing against his chest.

"Is Kacchan number one right now?" Deku asked.

"I don't know-" Ochako began, but Katsuki was quick to cut her off.

"Course I fuckin' am!" he snapped.

"Well hopefully Shouhei will be number one today," Ochako smirked, ignoring her husband's outburst.

"He better be," Katsuki hissed.

"We'll see about that," Shouto muttered, clicking his tongue.

Sayuri slipped out from her father's grasp when he began to yell at Shouto some more. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, turning her gaze to the field. Things were going to start soon and she prayed she could handle watching it. As excited as she was, there was a small feeling in the pit of her stomach reminding her how difficult watching this would be.

"You ready, Yuu?" Shouhei smirked, tucking his phone into the locker.

"I mean, no!" Yuuta said, his legs trembling. "I-I have no idea what it's going to be like out there! And what if I have to face you!"

Shouhei sighed, shutting the locker door. "Yuu, we've been over this." He walked towards him, cupping his cheeks. "It's gonna be fine, ya idiot."

"I know..."

Earlier, Yuuta had wanted to believe Shouhei, but as they made their way out to the field, he grew more and more tense. The sports festival had been looming over him for so long and now it was finally here.

"Welcome to the U.A. Sports Festival! I'm Mirio Togata and I'll be your host on this lovely day. Joining me is my beautiful partner, Tamaki Amajiki."

Mirio paused, turning towards Tamaki.

"Hi..." he muttered softly.

"We're here to bring you all the best commentary of today's event!" Mirio cheered. "I'm so excited to be back in this arena. This is where it all begins for so many young heroes!"

Tamaki had never been much of a talker, so Yuuta couldn't really understand why they would choose him for something like this; probably because he and Mirio were usually glued together.

As they stepped onto the field, Yuuta realized the first event was a giant obstacle course and he swallowed, not wanting to panic. He glanced to the side, looking at how confident Shouhei seemed. A little ways down the line, Arata also looked confident, a fiery passion burning in his eyes.

The obstacle course would determine who would make it to the tournament round. Additionally it would also decide who would be facing who.

Yuuta took a deep breath, waiting for the alarm to sound. He had spent all morning panicking to Shouhei about what the first event would be, as they rotated it year after year, always trying out new things.

He wanted to do well, he really did. Maybe not to the same level as Arata and Shou... but he didn't want to make a complete fool of himself, especially not when his parents and scouts were watching.

There was no time to panic. They'd all been spending the past few weeks training for this event and Yuuta wanted to say he was prepared but he had no idea how it would go. He looked around the stadium, wishing his parents were in sight. He had a feeling that would've either helped his nerves or made him want to combust from fear.

He glanced to the large rock wall that stood in front of them; who knew what lay on the other side? He could only pray it wouldn't be horrible.

The horn sounded and Yuuta gasped, immediately rushing forward. His fire should be able to propel him upwards, if he made the flames hot enough.

Letting his hands fall to his side, he allowed the blue flames to tickle his fingertips, shooting out in long waves. He clenched his fists, heating them up as he flicked his fingers out, holding his palms to the ground as he shot up.

He knew he couldn't look to see where others were at, it would only slow him down and he needed to pay attention.

Still, his eyes fell upon his boyfriend, Shouhei floating himself over the wall with ease.

Yuuta propelled himself over the wall, landing on the other side. There were tall spikes which were grouped together in the middle of the arena. It almost looked like a giant wooden forest. He dashed inside, zigzagging past the tall spikes. The last thing he wanted to do was set them on fire, though he supposed it would've disintegrated if he made his flames hot enough.

He continued forward realizing the spikes were getting much closer together. Holding his hand out, he seared the wood, allowing it to catch in flame, bursting upwards. "D-Dammit!" he gasped, not taking the time to stop. They had people at the ready to stop any disasters and Yuuta decided to trust them.

Behind him, he heard a few screams, other students stopping when a wall of his blue flames flared up, blocking them from continuing forward in that spot. Oops… he hadn’t meant to block others, though he supposed this was part of the competition.

He then came to a long spread of water across the arena floor. It was clearly too deep to walk across and swimming would take too much time. He lowered his flame to the water, allowing his body temperature to lower, cooling off the water as it began to seal, creating ice along the ground as he walked across the bridge he made.

Yuuta couldn't help the smile crossing his face. He wasn't failing.

He made his way through the arena: dodging flying blunt arrows, climbing over a different giant wall; going through a small dirt maze filled to the brim with hidden bombs. He had lost sight of Arata and Shouhei, but a few other students were close by him.

One girl with a shrinking quirk had gotta through some of the obstacles with ease, but was currently struggling to climb over one of the tall walls.

A boy who had fish-like qualities had zoomed past Yuuta during the water section of the course.

He knew he wasn’t going to be first; Yuuta had never expected that. However, he didn’t want to be last. His chest hurt, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage. His breathing was loud in his ears, and though other students were rushing around him, fighting to get to the end, he couldn’t hear. All he had was his focus.

To Yuuta, it felt never ending, but he kept pushing through, needing desperately to get to the end.

He pushed himself, crossing to the finish line as he climbed over a wall of spikes and hidden bombs. Panting, he tried not to fall to the ground, instead choosing to look at his classmates and who had made through so far. He was pleased to see Arata and Shouhei already there. Arata looked positively winded, as if he had just run a marathon. Yuuta supposed this was just as intense... if not more.

"I-I can't believe... we did it..." Yuuta panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Of course we did," Arata scoffed. "We've been training for weeks, maybe even months for this."

"Y-Yeah..." Yuuta stammered.

Shouhei frowned, placing his arm around his boyfriend. "We did fuckin' great." Yuuta knew Shouhei was tired of Arata's negativity.

As the other students began to cross the finish line, it was clear to see who was going to be moving on and who was falling behind. Yuuta knew a few people didn't even finish when they called the event completed.

The entire stadium erupted in a loud roar; cheers were heard all across the entire arena.

"It was a thrilling first event, but we all know exactly what you've all been waiting for. Introducing Pinky! Pinky is one of the teachers keeping a close eye on these rascals!" Mirio cackled.

Mina waved from the stage at the back of the stadium, a small podium awaiting her.

"We all know people want to watch the sports festival to see the epic battles that go on between you kids! Parents, fans, and friends of U.A gather here to witness these face offs of epic proportions.

"After the first event, we've selected who will be moving forward; let's take a look now!"

Cheers rang out through the stadium, and pictures and names of the finalists were displayed on the screen. It was no surprise to Yuuta to see Arata’s and Shouhei's names up there and he was so grateful to see his own too.

"The first match up will be a special pair! Yuuta Todoroki will be facing Arata Todoroki, the clash of the twins."

Yuuta felt all the blood rush from his face, his eyes filling with fear as he looked for Arata’s red and black hair in the crowd. His brother’s kept his gaze turned towards the ground, looking more determined than ever.

Swallowing, Yuuta turned towards Shouhei. "I-I'll do my best," he whispered.

"We'll be taking a short break to clear the field!" Mirio called out.

"S-Shou..." Yuuta whimpered. He didn't want to face off against his brother, other than facing Shouhei this was his worst nightmare.

Shouhei blinked nervously, walking beside Yuuta as they made their way off of the field. "It’s gonna be okay, Yuu. I mean you and Arata have sparred before right?"

"Y-Yeah..."

This was different. Arata was far more intense about this.

Yuuta squeezed his lips together, making his way to the locker room where they would wait for the arena to be set up.

Immediately, Mina ushered Yuuta and Arata to the waiting area.

"Alright boys, you ready?" she laughed. "Your mother is probably panicking right now, so try not to kill each other. I don't wanna give Momo any more stress than she already has!" Mina hummed, gently patting both of their shoulders. She nudged Arata, but his brother didn’t respond.

It was true, their mother was probably terrified of watching the two of them fight.

"I'll leave you two to it. Have a good clean battle," she said, waving once. "We'll call you out shortly."

Arata took a seat at the table and sat in silence while Yuuta couldn't help but pace around the room. He cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers, trying to ignore the desire to ignite his flames.

Yuuta kept sneaking glances awkwardly at his brother. When his twin would turn towards him, Yuuta would immediately look away. He knew his brother was probably angry he was having to go up against Yuuta of all the people.

Pushing himself up with a huff, Arata glared at Yuuta. "You better take this seriously, Yuuta."

"E-Eh?" Yuuta blushed. "W-Why wouldn't I?"

"Because, I know you don't care about this as much as I do."

Yuuta sucked in a long breath of air. "Of course I care about it. You're too intense about things-"

"I'm not too intense. This is what it takes to be a hero. Scouts are here today. People who want to scope out our abilities; do you understand how important that is?" he snapped.

"I do, I just... I just don't think we need to be so angry at each other-"

"Tch..." Arata clicked his tongue and looked away, his eyes trembling with something softer. "Look Yuuta, you're my brother and I love you... but I have to do this. I have to use today to prove how strong I am."

Yuuta frowned. How long would this nonsense go on for?! He was so tired of Arata pushing himself and pushing everyone in his life away in the process. "To who!?" Yuuta snapped. "Arata everyone knows you're strong. Mom does, Dad does, I do, Shou, even grandfather must think you're strong if he's willing to train you. I just don't understand what you're trying to prove-"

"Alright boys, it's time!" Mina's voice called out, as she peaked in from the hall. "Like I said, keep it clean."

Arata immediately pushed up away from the table, heading out onto the field. Making his way across the large arena, people cheered for both him and Yuuta as they stepped to their respective sides.

"A battle between twins! From Class 1-A we have Todoroki Yuuta!" Mirio cheered, and the stadium erupted with applause. Yuuta knew some of the excitement came from fans of their parents, and that terrified him. What would those people say if he made a total fool of himself?

He could sort of understand why Arata felt pressured.

"And from Class 1-B we have Todoroki Arata!" The stadium continued to cheer, the loud noise echoing in the large space.

"Are you ready?!" Mirio called out, and Yuuta tried to focus on what was happening and not the loud sound of his rapid heartbeat. "And FIGHT!"

A loud alarm sounded, the entire arena exploding with excitement as Arata began to walk towards the center of the field. What was he doing?

"I already told you, Yuuta," he said, unzipping the top of his jersey. "I won't go easy on you just because you're my brother."

"I wouldn't expect you to-" Yuuta said, blue flames dancing over the tips of his fingers. He had to keep his flames cold. Since Arata's fire crystals would be insanely hot, the only way Yuuta would be able to stop him would be to freeze said crystals.

Arata pressed his hand against his chest, pulling a long molton crystal in the shape of a spear, similar to ones their mother often used.

Blinking, Yuuta tried not to be shocked. It made sense Arata's quirk would be able to mold the crystals into such a thing, since it was so similar to their mother's quirk. Still... it threw him off for a moment, seeing his brother do something so… advanced.

"Let's go!" he cried out, charging for him.

Yuuta gasped, and spread out his hands, circling a wall of cold blue fire around him. It was a temporary solution, while he tried not to panic. If Arata had weapons... what did he have? Fire? He couldn't freeze Arata with his cold flames, but if he could get close enough to the weapon... that would work right? His mind was moving at insane speeds.

"Yuuta!" Arata cried out, jumping over the wall of flames. "I know your fire is cold, this won't work on me," he smirked, charging for him with the spear.

Grunting, Yuuta held up his arm, covering it in his flame in an attempt to block the attack from the spear. He should've known Arata wouldn't hesitate going through the fire.

Arata thrust the molton object towards Yuuta, scraping at his arm. He hissed, stumbling backwards as the cut on his arm burned. Yuuta was used to things being hot. Being able to control the temperature of his flame, it was something his body could handle, but Arata's spear searing his skin was a boiling pain Yuuta had never experienced.

Arata charged at him rapidly, while Yuuta fell backwards, trying not to stumble, the spear scraping against his forearms. He needed to make his flames colder to try and freeze it.

He fell to his knees as he stumbled towards the edge of the arena. If he stepped out, he was disqualified, which he refused to let happen. His arms burned and his chest felt tight. He had to fight back, especially since Arata was being so aggressive.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Arata snapped. "Get up, Yuu. This is pathetic-"

Lunging forward, Yuuta wrapped his hand around the molton spear, his hand burning as it did. He winced, letting the cool flames wrap around it, lowering the temperature of his hand as much as he could to freeze the damn thing.

His body was shivering, so cold from changing the temperature so fast, but he shoved Arata back, stepping up.

The arena exploded with cheers.

"I'm not pathetic, Arata," he hissed. "Just because I don't have as much drive as you or care about these sorts of things... it doesn't make me pathetic or any less of a hero than you!" He yelled, watching Arata's eyes widen.

Using his other hand, he shot his flame towards Arata, who tossed the frozen spear to the side, shattering it. He ducked, just barely in time.

It was time for Yuuta to counter. He shot flames towards Arata, walking slowly towards him, aiming all the shots directly for him. If Arata wasn't scared to fight, neither was Yuuta and he was going to prove he wasn't weak or pathetic. It didn’t matter if he didn’t train as much as Arata, Yuuta was strong too.

Arata dove to the side, rolling forward as he began to run back around. Pressing his hand to his chest, he pulled another crystal out, a long sword, hissing with heat. Yuuta saw his brother shiver, and he wondered if he was losing too much body heat from making such large objects.

He charged again, running so fast towards Yuuta. Shooting a long trail of flames towards him, Arata dodged out of the way, thrusting the sword towards his brother.

Yuuta meant to dodge, but Arata was fast and the blade of the sword scraped against his cheek, cutting the skin and burning it harshly.

Screaming, Yuuta clutched at his cheek, stumbling backwards. With Arata charging again, he tried to hold up his hand, creating a small wall of flames again, but Arata cut right through it, pushing Yuuta back further.

His brother was relentless, swinging the sword and slicing through any flames Yuuta tried to use to block.

He didn’t want to faint, his breathing shallow as he attempted to fight back, blocking and shooting smaller flames towards Arata which he deftly dodged.

Arata was definitely stronger than him... there was no argument. Yuuta had never wanted to be stronger, hadn't been putting as much effort in as his brother, and it showed.

Arata swiped in front of Yuuta, purposefully not using the sword to slice open his brother and Yuuta gasped when he went to put his foot back and instead he fell out of the arena, landing sharply on his back.

Panting, Yuuta felt the heat from the sword oddly close to his face as Arata stabbed down in the ground right next to Yuuta's face. Blood trickled down his cheek as he stared up at his brother's intense turquoise eyes.

"I win," he hissed, stepping back as he made his way to the middle of the arena.

"Todoroki Yuuta has stepped out of the arena! Todoroki Arata will be moving on to the next round!"

Cheers sounded throughout the stadium and Yuuta winced. His hand hurt, his body ached. Arata had felt so angry during the fight, and he wondered if it was because of grandfather's training. Arata was pushing himself far too much.

Yuuta stared at the sky, watching the clouds above him as he lay on the ground of the arena, the cheers from the crowd slowly getting quieter as he escaped into his own mind. Arata had won, and Yuuta prayed Arata wouldn't overdo it by the end of the day. More than anything, Yuuta hoped his brother would be okay.

#kacchako #todomomo #bnha #boku no hero academia #oc kids #what we lack #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #melissa shield #midoriya izuku

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superiordragonlorde · 5 years

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Long time no see, huh? Well, now I’m back for @bnha-angst-week ! This is for day 1 - betrayal/apologies.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, and death

I hope you all enjoy it!

Izuku pulled the hood on his dark green jacket down, obscuring as much of his face as he could, not that it would make much difference. It was night and the streetlights’ glow was unable to reach the dark corner of the alley he waited in. Really, tugging on his hood was more of a nervous tick rather than a helpful action.

Footsteps caught his attention and he stiffened, his body teetering between anticipation and fear. He watched the mouth of the alley with wide eyes, barely allowing himself to breathe. A figure came into view and paused before taking a few strides towards the darkness Izuku hid in.

“Deku? You here?”

Izuku released the breath he’d been holding, recognizing his old childhood friend’s rough voice. He stepped to the edge of the darkness, keeping his hood pulled down. “Hey, Kacchan. Congratulations on taking down that villain hideout last week.”

Katsuki scoffed, taking a couple steps closer. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Good job with the info, nerd. You got anything else?”

Izuku slid a hand into his jacket, pulling out a notebook from its confines. “This should have everything,” he promised. “It’s not a big bust, though. The League is trying to move stuff around after what just happened. It’s chaotic. I can’t figure out where everything or everyone’s going.”

Katsuki grunted, grabbing the notebook and tucking it under his arm without a second glance. “That’ll be good enough. So long as we take down those bastards.”

Izuku smiled, tilting his head up enough that the amber streetlight spilled over it. “Shouldn’t be too hard for the Number One hero, huh, Kacchan?”

Katsuki huffed, turning to leave already. “Damn right, Deku. Same time next week?”

Izuku grinned. “I’ll be waiting, Kacchan.”

Katsuki waved a loose hand over his shoulder as he walked away, slipping back out onto the street. Izuku watched his retreating back, a deep hole reopening in his chest, yearning for what he couldn’t have. He shoved the feeling aside and scampered deeper into the alley.

He turned down a few streets, retracing the steps he knew by heart after so many years. He was almost back at the base, just a couple more turns to go—

“So, that’s where you go...”

Izuku froze, feeling a frigid hand trace its clawed fingers down his spine. He slowly turned and felt his stomach sink to his shoes as a sickening, cracked smile spread over a wrinkled, scarred face.

“Sh-Shigaraki,” he gulped, discreetly stuffing his hands into his pockets to hide their trembling. “What, uh, what are you doing?”

“I think I should be asking you that, Midoriya,” Tomura replied smoothly. “After all, you’re the one sneaking out at night. So, tell me—” He took a step forward, looming over Izuku— “What were you doing with the pro-hero Ground Zero?”

Izuku could feel the blood rushing away from his face as a cold hand crushed his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. “I—what are you talking about—” Tomura’s hand shot out, wrapping around his throat. Izuku choaked out a surprised noise, grabbing the dry wrist.

“Careful,” Tomura hissed. “You don’t want me to put down all five fingers, do you?” Izuku stilled, gasping. “Now, why don’t you tell me what you were doing with Ground Zero?”

“I was—” Izuku’s mind scrambled for an answer— “I’m... changing his mind about the League of Villains.”

Tomura arched an eyebrow, his smile stuck in place. “Is that so?”

Izuku tried to nod, Tomura’s raised index finger brushing against his chin. “Yes. He sounds really interested. I think we’re almost there. I just need to meet up with him one more time and he’ll be with us. I’m sure of it.”

Tomura’s eyes bore into Izuku, unwavering and cold. His smile stretched wider, his lips pulling and cracking. “I think you should stop believing I’m an idiot.”

Izuku uttered a confused sound that morphed into a yelp when Tomura slammed him into a wall, his index finger digging into his neck with the other four. Izuku scrabbled at his hand, trying to pry it off. A gurgling scream ripped out of his chest as Tomura’s quirk spread out from his fingertips. He felt his skin tighten and dry, cracking in spiderwebbing designs, before falling apart in layers of dust.

Tomura leaned closer, his grin falling into a snarl, eyes sparking with wild, untamed rage. “I know what you were doing. You’re the reason why we just lost our hideout. You were probably also behind the rest of the hero attacks that have been going on for these past few years. Still trying to be a hero? I thought your special friend made that clear to you.”

Izuku’s nails dug into Tomura’s wrist as he struggled to breathe. Saliva tracked down his chin, stinging the open wound at his neck.

Tomura’s rough lips scrapping against the side of his cheek as he whispered, “It’s strange that you would still help the friend who never seemed to care about you. The League welcomed you with open arms, and this is how you repay us?”

Izuku choaked on a plea, his trachea slowly deteriorating.

Tomura pulled back, lips twisted with satisfaction. “Same time next week, right? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep the appointment for you.” His hand suddenly tightened and Izuku kicked out, instinct overpowering his fear. Tomura threw him to the ground, hissing.

Izuku’s hands flew to his throat as he gaped for air, his trembling fingers becoming saturated in his blood. He shakily traced the hole in his throat, the blood cooling and drying from the air that flowed in and out of it. His lungs screamed, pain lacing up the left side of his chest. He gurgled and croaked, straining to breathe properly. Red shoes filled his fading vision. His eyes trailed up to watch Tomura crouch down, grin tilted and mockingly sympathetic.

“I never really wanted you around here, Midoriya,” he admitted, shrugging. “But we don’t always get what we want. Isn’t that right?” He patted Izuku’s cheek, a few layers of his skin disintegrating from the contact and erasing some of his freckles. Izuku wheezed, trying to form words.

Tomura’s grin cracked wider. “Oh, wow. Sounds like you’re having trouble breathing there, Midoriya.” He stood, stepping over Izuku. “You won’t make it, so I’ll make sure to tell Ground Zero you said hello.” He paused, smirking. “Or, I guess, goodbye.”

Izuku rolled over, reaching out to snag Tomura’s ankle. The villain grunted, glancing back down at him.

“I guess goodbye isn’t the right thing to say. After all,” he chuckled, “He’ll be seeing you soon anyway, once we’re done with him.” He yanked his ankle out of Izuku’s grasp, his red handprint a stained reminder of a last, desperate attempt.

Izuku’s yell came out croaking and garbled. Tomura’s gleeful laugh echoed in the alley, lingering in the air as he turned around the corner and out of sight. Izuku tried to scream again, his vision blurring and darkening. His breathing grew harsher as he gasped for air.

Kacchan, he tried to whimper, a soft, keening sound coming out instead. His body grew limp, indescribable exhaustion weighing down on him as the darkness covered the world. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

#bnha-angst-week #bnha #boku no hero academia #angst #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #tomura shigaraki #blood #death #my fic #my writing

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monomas-a-smug-bih · 7 years

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for the villain deku part two ill list some quirks for the reader speed teleport telekinesis summoning anything they can imagine those are just a few the summing one is my favorite but what do you think?

Tumblr took out all the times I pressed return so I’ll fix it later

You mind was a dark hole of nothingness. Until a small light caught your attention, you walked towards it. “Kacchan! Stop it… y-you’re hurting him!” The green haired boy squeaked, standing in front of the victim despite his shaky, tiny body’s cries. The bullies laughed, explosions popping in Bakugous small palms. The rest of the dialogue was hard to understand, you came closer for a better look at the memory. Soon enough, your past self’s tiny legs kicked off of the park bench and came to his rescue. The emerald eyed boy’s face was horrified, you were going up against Bakugou, the older kid sent a big explosion your way. Terrified when you disappeared, no where among the excess smoke, he stumbled back. “Kacchan! Stop!” A little girl sent a flying punch to the back of the explosive boy’s head, reforming from smoke behind him, finally saving the day when she grabbed Izuku's hand to flee.You grinned, wishing you could just go back. You were giving him a hug and telling him to stop apologizing for being so weak. “Haha. Don’t be silly, silly! ‘That’s what friends are for!” Your eyes started to blink open.

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You were hoping it was a dream. Praying you wouldn’t have to wake up to the disaster that had occurred. You opened your tired eyes. Well, on the bright side, you weren’t completely wrong. You had no clue of where you were. Expecting to wake up somewhere with at least decent lighting, maybe even the infirmary if you were lucky. Nope, definitely not. You started to panic, and reached out a hand to bring it up to near your face. You’d always twirled your hair as a way to calm yourself as a little girl, may as well give it a try, right. But your hand never made it to your hair, not even close. You tried again, it was no use. Whatever they’d bound your hands with was some kind of rope, not quite though…. and it was, damp? ‘That’s odd.’ you thought, being desperate, just for a way to stray your thoughts away from the crazy situation you were in. Otherwise you’d start REALLY panicking, for sure. Your thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of the scary presence behind you. You were ashamed to admit it, but you winced, squeezing your eyes tight, sending tension to varoius muscles of yours.‘Gee, what a hero.’ Sub-consciousness scolded you, quickly, you redeemed yourself, whipping your head around bravely. Just to meet those striking emerald eyes once again, stripping that short-lived feeling of redemption away from you immediately.He noticed your cautiousness, backing off a bit, then started to state the obvious. “There’s a couch right there you know.” He tilted his head, pointing towards the furniture, his casual attitude failed to defuse the situation though. You were sitting on the floor, tempted but not motivated to make any moves. You could probably dissipate into nothingness anytime you wanted to escape, so what’s the rush.The midst of battle wasn’t the best time for a conversation, maybe now you’d get a chance to chat, maybe even convert him to your side. You crossed your legs, glaring into his green orbs as an attempt of intimidation. You weren’t any less hurt than before, but some of that emotion overlapped with your curiosity. What did they do to him? How could such a generous, and heroic person suddenly be molded into the boy in front of you. You stood up.“Why are you doing this,” you bit your lip, he transferred some of his weight to the wall behind him, and quit fiddling with his jet black glove. He raised a brow and sighed, the emeralds in his eyes rolling and landing of you again. Was he giving you…. attitude? You’d never had to deal with him like this. You growled, taking a stomp forward, catching the smirk on his face, and sudden excitement dancing in his eyes. “You. You-” already stumbling over your words, sadly the door he must’ve entered from was swung open. Some playful looking girl with two blonde buns bouncily walked through the doorway,“Deku Deku Dekuuuuu! What in the world are you doing?” Her mischevious aura had a sociopathic odour to it, it frightened you. She stepped in further, tilting her head and dramatic gasped, smacking her hands to her cheeks.“Oh my! Izuku! Who is…. this?” She questioned, on paper the phrase is a greeting, but her tone made it sound more like a threat. Jealously was practically drippng from the last sentence, she’s only been here for seconds and something about her wasn’t sitting right with you at all. Then your eyes darted over to her right hand, she reached behind her to draw a weapon of some kind, you instinctively backed up, gaining space for your quirk. Gritting your teeth, you attempted your quirk, the light made the knife in her fingers glisten, she walked towards you pace quickening with each step. She giggled and then laughed harshly, then you realized something.Your quirk wasn’t working. You heart began beating out of your chest, breath quickening. Your keen ears heard your hands sizzle in defeat behind you. You couldn’t transform because your makeshift hand-cuffs were drenched! This is bad, every attempt had failed, smoke of your hands evaporating much too fast for proper use thanks to the liquid. Your back hit the wall before you even knew you’d been walking, sweat dripping off your fore-head, the girl with murderous intentions was grinning in your face now, flashing her pearly white canines at you.You hear a knife clatter onto the floor, your mind was blank. Before you’d even noticed him lean off of the wall, he was gripping the annoying the villains wrist. You backed off of the wall, getting a better look at the scene. She tore her her wrist away from him aggressively, it looked like that’d leave a bruise. “Man, Zuku-kunnn, don’t grip so hard.” she turned around and whined, Izuku narrowed his eyes.“That pathetic hero better not be your girlfriend.” She picked up the knife, her tongue lining the blade. “She definitely won’t last as long 'here’ that wayyy.” She glanced back at us, and continued to walk out of the room. Leaving you two shell shocked. 'Was she just flirting?’ You sure hoped so, or she really REALLY wanted you dead. You gulped, sighed, and hesistantly plopped down on the creaking sofa. This place obviously isn’t a safe one, you wanted to know where the exit was, you guessed there was plenty more villains though. Unless that 'was’ his girlfriend…. you blinked, snapping yourself out of the stupid dilemma of jealously building up inside you. 'Who cares.’“Man, she was-….lovely.” You swallowed your anger, try to get an awkward conversation going. Awkward or not you wanted answers. You wanted to get him out of this. You wanted to leave together. You wanted-He scoffed, his expression seemed depressed, underneath the crossed arms and intimidating look. “M-Mind untying me?” He exhaled, looking to the side. Leaving the silence to fill the space between you two. It was your turn to sigh, “I’ll take that as a yes.” You voice was cracking, he hated how such a pretty voice, could hurt him so bad. You were breaking right in front of him. His face stayed aloof to the silent air, he approached you and gently grabbed your chin, faces only centimetres apart.“If I wanted to untie you I wouldn’t of done that in this first place.” He backed off turning away from you, his eyes travelled to your wrists. “Then why? Why’d you do it in the first place.” You sat up, determined, and narrowing your eyes. “Tell me exactly why you left everyone, All Might even.” You bit down onto your to tongue, tears daring to fall down your face. He couldn’t quite tell why, but his chest was aching, looking at your pitiful expression was making him…soft.“Tying me up, and stabbing me in the back." your dry, humorless laugh shocked him. “Silly me, 'that’s what friends are for.’ R-right?" The phrase itself caught him off guard, it was contradicting own it's own. He'd sworn he’d heard it before. A glistening tear slipped from your eye, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you. What was wrong with him? He was considering leaving you in the rubble, beside your friend and teacher. He was guilty enough, yearning to just leave. He couldn't get your expression out of his head. Unfortunately for you, Toga saw you two fighting, and decided you shouldn’t be left in 'one’ piece. Then Tomura Shigaraki butted in, and said he had better plans for you, along with stating you were a wittiness. This was the best option.He frowned, and trudged over to you, slowly untying your bounded wrists, and hovering his head over your shoulder almost to comfort you. To your surprise the rope dropped to the floor. “H-huh?” Slowly but surely, arms snaked around you waist, he brought you closer to him. “Join me.” It came out like an order, but the weird tint in his voice made you know he was pleading you. That’s the sad part, the sincerity in his voice was so enduring to you. He jumped, startled when you’d returned the hug, you guess, villains weren’t very used to getting any sort of affection. You shook you head in his shoulder, and stood up from the sofa he’d been hunching over for you. His curls tickled your neck.“Since when was being a 'hero’ so important to you anyways.?” “Since you’d given up on being one.” He squeezed tighter, that was the truth, you’d never wanted to be any kind of flashy. But for him, it had been everything at the time. “Come with me, please. Come home already.” Your arms shake once again under his secure stronger ones. You knew he’d been bad for a few years, but maybe he still had a chance. A fresh start, maybe for the both of you.“I can’t, just like you can’t, I don’t really have the option.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck. This worried you, they could’ve tortured him over the years, brainwashed him, or maybe just persuaded or tricked him. But judging from how tight he was holding right now, you guessed neither of you would be letting go anytime soon.

There this got way too long, sorry if the ends shitty but as always enjoy….

#villain deku #bnha #bakugou #izuku #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #Bakugou Katsuki

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teavious · 7 years

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i’d do it all again

fandom: boku no hero academia

pairing: midoriya izuku & everyone

summary: midoriya izuku: origins. (also on AO3)

commission for @heeeky !!! thank you so, so much!

It starts like this: Midoriya Izuku, aged 3. Coming back home from grocery shopping, noticing an opulent figure on the screens at the store next to the second right turn, his hold over his mother’s hand tightening when he takes in the blue and the red, the strong arms carrying civilians like they’re made of feathers. He’s glued to the glass in a second, happy sounds of admiration escaping his mouth, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears of overwhelm. His mother approaches him, a hand softly patting the top of his head, reading the name of the hero that enraptured him so. They take a detour, Izuku now rather clutching at his chest a figurine and a poster- of All Might.

It starts like this: Midoriya Izuku, aged 4. In his class, everyone wants to be a hero when they grow up; imagining oneself in a costume and able of anything is an easy task for fragile minds. And yet, few say it like they mean it, like their words will actually be remembered years to come. Bakugou Katsuki is the only one that sticks out from the crowd: maybe because he’s loud, maybe because he speaks those words like a man getting ready for battle. A young Midoriya gets the same gut feeling of immense potential and immediately follows the steps of a bold and self-assured boy, in simple admiration.

It ends like this: Midoriya Izuku, on the chair that he once jumped on in excitement, watching the video that changed his life for the hundredth time and crying his heart out. His own mother, on her knees in front of him, breaking down because of the smile he hoped would save her of this pain. They both cry, together, each with their own failure.

The story doesn’t end like this: a Quirkless boy giving up in front of relentless bullying, putting aside his childhood dream just because of a setback decided by fate and his own body, trusting the voice of those around him than the one telling him not to give up.

It goes on like this: one lonesome figure and the same notebook x 13; one lonesome figure and a villain; one lonesome figure and a hero.

***

The deeper the darkness, the more dazzling the light shines.

***

You know that moment when you meet someone you’ve admired, someone whose image you’ve relied on to get you through life – and your whole body turns to liquid, your tongue forgets to work? Midoriya Izuku would like to say that’s how his own fateful encounter went. No realities hardened, no dreams shattered by the figure who’ve made them possible in the first place. You know that when things are at their worst, they can only get better?

Maybe Midoriya Izuku didn’t have the stuff that heroes are made of; but he is hero enough to put others to shame.

When he leaps to defend; he leaps towards his destiny: trembling in fear, panicked beyond measure and ready to face whatever it is thrown his way.

***

If Midoriya is to be honest, he loved Kacchan. He loved that back when nothing was differentiating them, he was brave and bold in ways he’d never be – kind in a violent way that kept him strong and fierce. Maybe that’s why he followed so willingly: Kacchan was the closest thing to the hero he ever dreamt to be, to the hero whose strength could overcome all obstacles. It made sense, back then: Katsuki Bakugou has been the strongest person he ever encountered, and every meeting left him enraptured and aching and empty and less.

In time, he learns differently. It comes with having no Quirk, with being taunted for having no Quirk, with being in a whole class of weirdly skilled kids. It comes with All Might, the inspiration he can give, the power he gives, the smile ever returning on his face. A hero is made for sacrifice; and who else would be more fitting than the oh so scared boy, pushing through crowds to jump in front of dangers for others, even useless as he had been?

He had been pleased with his position: overcame and defeated, nursing a slight hope at greater things simply because he was left to, because no one actually told him that he can’t do it and given him necessary proof. Objectively speaking, his raw force would never reach that of his childhood friend. It took him a decade to sit next to Kacchan from equal grounds; and only from now on do they actually grow into the roles of rivals, pushing each other constantly one more step forward – and when Deku this time says they’re friends, the term doesn’t seem so foreign, so outrageous anymore.

If Midoriya is to be honest, the only real recognition of his new powers, of his new role, of his dream that he ever needed was that of his oldest friend. The support, afterwards; the knowledge ingrained in so many other heroes that whatever he’s doing (because even he is not so sure) is good – is overwhelming.

***

Heart, skill, body, wisdom and knowledge.

***

He’d like to tell his mom – let her know that her son is trying his best, on his way to fulfilling a dream thought futile for so long. He wants to tell her: it would have meant the world if you would have told me otherwise, but now I know it was your own way of protecting me later on. The world is cruel, mom. The world is vile. The world is evil. But I will fight it all. Please be proud of me.

***

When he runs on the beach, his chest heaving in pain, his throat aching; when he soaks t-shirts in a matter of minutes after he started; when he eats servings after servings, ending up coming home still hungry; when he barely lifts objects that he should have no deal trying to lift – he’s not sure if he does it for All Might or for himself.

When he swallows a hair, when he goes through a hellish examination where he ends up making the same heroics he’s been noticed for in the first place, when he wears the costume his mother sewed – he knows the answer.

***

There's nothing more fragile than a heart that's swelled to bursting.

***

“I’ll support you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry,” is what his mother told him, after the first time she saw him using his powers in the reckless way of someone who just learnt to walk wants to start running.

Nowadays, it’s easier to put her nerves at ease, though he suspects that from time to time she uses up a tissue box even when he’s safe at school, simply because he’s all grown up. He thinks worrying became natural to the people in his life, mainly because of his own fault. But it’s nice to know that he has a support net of persons that are ready to cheer him on, his own mother with her tears and sometimes overbearing carefulness at the head of the crowd.

In time, the circle just gets larger – and having people wishing him the best, even as strangers, just because they appreciated his performance, his heart and guts bleeding on a cold floor, will probably never not make him blush.

***

When All Might smiles, things fall into place: one knows for certain that peace is to be restored, justice to be brought, evil to be defeated. In that smile, in that laugh of his lies the essence of a hero.

But when All Might came to save his (but don’t tell others) favourite class, he was not smiling. He once told Izuku that he smiles to hide the fear, but in that moment, all those golden eggs, bright minds and youthful souls that he learnt in such a small time to care so much about were in danger, and that fear have kept his lips frozen in a most menacing smirk. Later, there would be other things to blame: the pain, the knowledge that power stays only for a while, and the wounds his juniors had suffered through in his absence. They’ve all been devastating: continuously tearing apart at the broad figure, and the smile has been absent until the very bitter end.

Midoriya Izuku still doesn’t know what to make of his hero, of his teacher. In his heart, he wants to make All Might proud, bring honour to the image that he has to represent, as the one with power such as the symbol of peace. But even deeper, behind the desperate need to please someone who’s shown him light when he thought he was engulfed in darkness, is the equally annoying nagging to be better, to surpass the one he once looked up to. Such is the destiny of young pupils.

A hero… goes beyond.

***

1-A is a class that holds potential for greatness: best of what the youth can offer mixed with best of the Quirks. It’s been hard not to feel like a poser sitting next to these people who’ve been honing their skill since they found out about it; sit still and act like he knows what the hell he’s doing while breaking the bones in his body, each at a time, as need asks of him. It is unfair towards his classmates, all who have been welcoming and accepting (as rule of thumb, Bakugou is excluded from all group mentions), who actually look at him and consider him a possible threat to their own luxurious future. A possible companion for years to come, a friend to rely on when things get back. Sometimes, he can’t take it: how blessed he feels simply by having his feelings reciprocated by those around him.

When it comes to Uraraka Ochako, he keeps finding more and more amazing sides to her. He feels like he can’t really do anything for her, cannot reciprocate the kindness she has shown him over and over again, the support she has given him even in the worst of times. He’s not worthy of being looked up at, he’s nothing that special when compared to this girl who’d rather collapse than admit defeat. Everyone learns what their heart yearns for in different ways, and it is always a moment of immense magnitude. When Midoriya realizes he wants this: a family away from home, Uraraka is the first he reaches out for.

Iida Tenya is the next one; gesture as natural as saving him a seat or waiting after him whenever he gets hurt is for the class president. The passion in these people, the intricate pattern of events that brought them in the hero class, with a clear road ahead of them… fuels his own. Growing alongside Iida feels like an honour, especially after knowing exactly the kind of feelings that lie in his heart.

Others follow, naturally. Asui, the one who kept asking of him to call her by her first name and kept her tongue as honest even in the direst situations, and as such being the saving grace of the class several times. Takoyami, whose approval is soft but firm, whose Quirk is the coolest Midoriya had seen, whose trust in his ideas make him blind with happiness.

***

The phrase “worthy opponent” can also mean “friend”. When it comes to Todoroki Shoto, he’s the worthiest of them all. He looks at a young and desperate Midoriya Izuku and thinks: this is what a real hero is, a person that puts his own feelings aside and tries his damn hardest for others, even if those are the enemy. Even with both ice and fire aimed at his body, Midoriya finds a way to slice with his words, to awaken a truth that’s been frozen inside his heart for the longest time.

Prompted by such a fierce dreamer, how can he be left behind? How can he not be prompted to action?

***

I have to live up to the hopes of those who supported me.

***

It really ends like this: Midoriya Izuku grows to be the greatest hero of his generation, still. Plus ultra.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #all might #katsuki bakugou #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #bnha #midoriya inko #tsuyu asai #fumikage tokoyami #todoroki shouto #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #tododeku #izuku x ochako

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novocaine-sea · 7 years

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1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 10 & 25 (These questions are really interesting!!)

Brooke pls. (put under the cut bc it got really long. Keep reading for lots of fic recs!!)

1. number of fics you have favorited/bookmarked

*laughing nervously* uh.... 991...

2. what fics (that are currently updating) are your favorites in the fandom you’re in

I don’t read that many ongoing fics anymore so I’ll name one from each fandom that I’m in because I at least have that!

Behind Bricks by Deathbelle is honestly incredible. It’s a BokuAka fic where Akaashi is a prostitute and Bokuto isn’t one of his clients, just a boy who is extremely intrigued by him. It’s really cute despite some of the heavy themes! I think it’s set up to have 14 chapters?? And they’re at 8 or 9 now?

what did you expect by vivevoce is amazing! vivevoce is my babe and I love all of their works and this one is no different. Otayuri AU where Otabek is kind of a fuckboy, does some drugs, gets into some shit, Yuri is his neighbor across the street and also wants to be a dancer. It’s literally just... I can’t describe it, it makes me feel many things. Only three chapters left but it’s not updated as frequently as it used to be!

under the antique sky by creepingrosemary ( @tenacioustooru ). this is my bae, my soul sister, my everything. Erin writes the best shit. This is a TodoDeku fic, single dad Deku with baby Kacchan except its also a reincarnation fic where OG Baku had died and now his soul was left in a baby that was placed in front of Deku’s apartment. The slowest burn to ever burn but every interaction is amazing and I yearn for a new chapter (erin pls my crops are dying)

5. What’s a fic that changed the way you see a certain character?

This is probably not what you expected BUT

Piano Strings by surveycorpsjean. I just... love Spicy Yamaguchi. Like he’s so... slutty in the best way in this? And I absolutely love that. That boy is not innocent. (I’m sorry all my bookmarks and recs are rated E help)

6. fic you’d recommend to someone new in the fandom?

haha oh my fucking god so y’all boutta get the same damn Haikyuu fic I rec every single i get a question like this.

Rules by ConesofDunshire. It’s a BokuAka fic where Akaashi is an accountant and one night he meets Bokuto, a famous musician who also happens to have asperger’s. It’s just a fic that details them loving each other and Bokuto teaching Akaashi about asperger’s and it’s honestly beautiful. I love this fic. The focus isn’t on his autism either. I’m very emo about this fic.

it’s the life we’re living now by vivevoce, AKA the best Otayuri fic to ever exist?? This shows Otayuri throughout the years through getting together, first times, breaking up, etc etc. It’s very emotional and it hits close to home but it’s a great read, extremely well written. Also I’m a slut for this gal so

a heart swelled to bursting by eggstacy. Holy. Shit. Okay this fic is really heavy like... i had to put it down sometimes because it was giving me anxiety but that’s just the mark of a well written story. It’s KiriBaku and focuses on Bakugou’s PTSD and how he handles it and how Kiri helps him. I love this fic so, so much

8. google docs, microsoft word, or other?

google docs bc i need that autosave. It saved my life tbh

10. alternate universes, canon divergence, or in-canon?

So I’ve written all three but I definitely think alternate universe is much more interesting. Sometimes canon compliant fics are just so boring (take notes YOI fandom) and there’s so much of the same thing I’m over it. AUs are where its at

25. name three fics you just discovered

I don’t read many fics recently but I’ll give you the last three fics in my bookmarks, all rated E

My King by gangstadeku. KiriBaku, Kirishima is transgender and a model and tempts Bakugou. BDSM and fucking ensues its amazing

Sprout by bishounen_curious. BakuDeku rough sex, Bakugou is transgender in this fic, they’re hooking up in their third year of UA. its amazing i love it and i cry bc i love spicy Deku

Privacy by plumtrees. IwaOi, UshiShira, UshiIwa, OiShira. Partner sharing! Iwaizumi and Oikawa confess and then walk in on Ushijima and Shirabu fucking while trying to a find a room themselves to fuck in its great! Then they all fuck on the same bed yay!!!

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kewltie · 4 years

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"Ochako-chan, did you know how pretty and nice you are?" Izuku coos, rubbing his cheek against her as he attempts to climb onto her lap like an overgrown child.

Uraraka giggles. "I do, but tell me more anyway, Deku-kun."

"Fucking hell." Katsuki groans in the distance. "I'd capped his drink at fucking three so who the fuck—?!" He’d had only leave Izuku alone for ten minutes and the next thing he knows Izuku snuggling up to Uraraka and half of their classmates.

"It's our long waited reunion." Mina bumps his shoulder playfully. "Leave him alone, killjoy."

"He get stupid when he's drunk," Katsuki seethes in his seat as he watches Izuku croon lovenotes into Uraraka's throat. He’d never met a worst lightweight then Deku, who become some kind of demented affectionate monster.

"You're just the best and so lovely! A great hero too!" Izuku insists, tilting so far into her arms that she nearly fall over if Iida wasn't there to hold the two of them up. He sighs happily in his makeshift cocoon of extra limbs. "I'm so lucky that we're friends."

Uraraka smiles and pats his cheek affectionately. "Me too."

Katsuki never understood how Izuku can stay coherent, formulate near perfect sentences, when he's drunk but is reduced to the mental capacity of a needy hapless child. It's the biggest fucking joke ever.

"Let's get some water in you," Iida says, trying to pry him from Uraraka's person, but he refuses to budge.

Izuku lights up at the sound of his voice. "Tenya-kun!" he says excitedly, and leans pass Uraraka's shoulder to shove his face right up to Iida. "You're amazing too! So smart and capable, the best class rep we ever had!"

Iida's lips twitches. "I see."

"You guys are the best friend! The absolute bestest," he cries out, lips wobbling precariously as he makes the effort to bury them in a big hug. "I don't deserve any of you!"

"Here come the fucking the deluge of tears now," Katsuki murmurs under his breath as Mina laughs hysterically next to him.

"Drunk Deku is the best Deku," she hums, and then because she's such a bitch, she hollers at the group. "I love you, Deku-kun!"

Izuku, who was trying to drown his friends in his tears, stops and looks back at them. All bright eyes and a beatific smile on his face. "I love you too, Mina! You're just as beautiful as the stars! Kirishima-kun really hit the jackpot with you!"

Mina flashes him a thumb up and a grin, before turning back to Katsuki. "Seriously, best Deku ever," she says gleefully. "My ego is so feed right now."

"Fuck you," Katsuki grumbles, gripping the edge of the wooden table until he can hear it slightly give away under his palm.

Tororoki gets up from his seat and approaches the group cautiously. "Midoriya, you should let them go now," he comments. "I think they might need some air to breathe."

"Shouto-kun," Izuku says, dropping his so-call bestest friends for a new face. "I didn't forget you either!"He launches himself at Todoroki, clinging to his front and gushes feverishly, "You're so handsome and smell so good! 12/10, would walk into the sun for you—"

"Yea, okay, that's enough." Katsuki rises from his seat and stomps over to Izuku as Mina's annoying cackles follow him.

Todoroki's dumb face doesn't even change at all under a flood of Izuku's praise, but there's an ever so slightly twitch in the corner of his mouth. "You're drunk, Midoriya," he says fondly, but doesn't pull away from Izuku's grabby hands.

Katsuki glowers.

He reaches out, seizes Izuku by the back of his shirt, and hauls him away from Todoroki fucking Shouto and every fucking waste of space in this room. He places him in a corner away from the crowd while everyone else pretend they're not enjoying another drunk Deku's episode.

Izuku blinks, a little dazed but then a smile blooms across his face in recognition. "Kacchan! Where have you been? I miss you so, so much!"

"Yea?" Katsuki says dryly. "I just couldn't tell by the way you attached yourself and confessed your love to half the people in this room."

Izuku pouts, swaying forward slightly. "But I love you the bestest!" he claims. "To the moon and back! As deep as the ocean! And to the far edge of the universe!"

"Poetic," Katsuki deadpans.

Izuku sulks. "I mean every word!" he insists, pressing closer to Katsuki. As though dropping a secret in his ears, but Izuku’s volume remains the same, he not-whispers, "Don't tell anyone because I don't want to be mean or anything, but you're my absolute favorite, Kacchan."

Katsuki drags his hand down his face as a chorus of laughter from behind them echoes through the room.

"You're so embarrassing," he says, feeling the heat rises from the pit of his stomach.

"Love is not embarrassing!" Izuku declares in an offended huff. "It's beautiful and sweet and heartwarming so take it back!"

"No," he asserts. Plain. Simple. Unmovable.

But then—Izuku's eyes glisten, shoulders hunch over, and his lips wobble. Katsuki stares at him in horror as Izuku starts to cry. "Take it back, take it back now!" He pummels Katsuki's chest. There's no trace of his OFA behind his fists, but fuck do they hurt anyway.

Katsuki catches Izuku's fists in his palm. Exasperated, tired, and fucking whipped that he is, he says, "Fine, fine, I take it back. It's not embarrassing, okay?"

"Really?" Izuku sniffs, all wet eyes and hopeful smile. "Then gimme a kiss so I know you mean it."

"God, you're so fucking annoying," Katsuki grumbles.

"Kiss! Kiss! I want my kiss, Kacchan," he whines, tugging at Katsuki's hands like a demented child.

Katsuki's flushes because he knows there are eyes on them. Fucking too many eyes as they watch Katsuki get publicly ridicule by his own fucking boyfriend. God, fucking Deku."Not right now," he mumbles. "At home, alright?"

Izuku's eyes narrow, determination set in those green eyes, and he breaks from Katsuki's hold to push up and kisses Katsuki for himself. Slobby, yearning and so full of love. Kacchan, Kaccchan, Kacchan, the kiss says. Begs. Whines insistently.

It's overwhelming and fuck is Katsuki hungry for it.

His hand wraps around Izuku's back to drag him closer in by the nape till their chest to chest and there's no room for anybody else. He kisses back like a starving beast, pawing at every inch of Izuku's body. He wants to ravage, to feast, to, to—he slips a hand under Izuku's shirt.

"W-wait, stop, stop!" Izuku reels back and shoves Katsuki off of him. Face red with shame, he wails, "Don't touch me! I have a boyfriend!"

And finally his last trace of sanity snaps. "I'm your boyfriend, stupid!" Katsuki snarls, because drunk Deku is the fucking worst for blue-balling him. "And you kissed me first!"

#bakudeku #fic snippet #drunk deku ep 2

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