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a-sentimental-man · 6 months

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genuinely can't get over how this panel is like an honest to god fanfic premise but better because it's ACTUALLY canon. they really did just lock eyes across a battlefield and time slowed down. horikoshi what the fuck kind of fruity shit is this. i am in ur fucking WALLS

#mha manga spoilers #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #bnha bkdk #i am so unwell over them #WHAT THE FUCK WAS TBIS CHAPTER???#i feel like i need to get sedated i am STILL thinking about this panel #the amount of brainrot i feel rn...#my hero academia #bnha #bnha 403 #mha 403

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nykie-love-anime · 5 months

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Natural Selection

- Izuku walked in the 1A dorm room soaked in icy water - Bakugou: Who walks on an ice covered pond anymore? Izuku: - shivering while Bakugou towels him down - Bakugou: Don’t you know how stupid that is? Bakugou: - shaking his head continuing his rant - Bakugou: You should’ve died in that pond Izuku: - still shivering just looking at his boyfriend with pleading eyes to stop - Bakugou: Natural selection Izuku: Sorry... Kacchan Bakugou: Fine... let's get you out of these soaking clothes because I am not looking after you when you get sick - Everyone of 1A knows that's a lie and that is why they didn't help -

Masterlist

#incorrect quotes #bnha #mha #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #katsuki x izuku #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bkdk #izuku x katsuki

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bakudekublogblog · 2 months

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Izuku ditches Iida’s game night early. He feels more than a little guilty about it, but he needs to get home. He needs to see Katsuki. Even though it’s been years since the Liberation War, the separation anxiety still gets to him. Katsuki is his roommate and hero partner, so he doesn’t usually have to go without him for long, but especially as the anniversary of his near-death approaches Izuku finds himself becoming clingier. Izuku barely resists the temptation to ignite One For All and propel himself home.

Izuku jogs up the stairwell, retrieving his keys from his pocket. He hears Katsuki swear loudly through the door, and oh. It hits Izuku all in a rush. The tightness in his chest loosens, the subtle tension in his shoulders ebbs away, a plume of warmth blooms in his belly. Kacchan. Izuku is already grinning.

He swings open the door and is met with Katsuki in his sweats and signature black tank, slumped over on the couch with a scowl. A controller to Izuku’s Switch is gripped tightly in his hands and the all-too-familiar sound of Mario Kart is coming from the TV. Izuku puts a hand on his hip like he’s just caught Katsuki doing something shameful.

“I thought you said this game was for babies,” Izuku says, toeing his shoes off in the genkan. “Fuck you,” Katsuki snaps. Izuku’s momentary distraction sends him swerving off the side of Rainbow Road. “Fuck!”

“Told you it’s the hardest one,” Izuku says, knowingly. He hangs up his jacket and skirts around the edge of the room, avoiding walking in front of the TV.

“It’s a fuckin’ eyesore is what it is,” Katsuki says, irritably. He rubs his temple with the heel of his hand as a green turtle shell smacks right into him. “Waste of fuckin’ time, too.”

“Right,” Izuku says, entirely unconvinced. “And how long have you been playing now?”

“I’m not playing, this is practice,” Katsuki corrects. “I ain’t letting you be better than me at anything.”

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pidge-it-up-archive · 8 months

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nap time - a little domestic fluff bkdk for okaeri week

The sun is close to setting, the sound of the cat's water fountain fills the living room, and the chill autumn breeze comes in from the balcony door.

Katsuki stretches his neck from sitting in the position for hours, finishing the reports of his and Izuku's last missions. He still has a few more hours of work ahead, and he considers making a cup of coffee, but as he gets up, his body unconsciously turns to the right, towards the couch, instead of left, the kitchen.

He decides to go along with it. After all, there, sleeping soundly after a long shift with Catsuki laying on his stomach, is Izuku. His partner, his lover, his friend, his everything.

He takes out his phone and sets an alarm for 40 minutes, setting it on the center table. He kicks off his sleepers and raises the tip of the blanket.

Izuku feels him coming in and half-opened one of his eyes. "Hey," he slurred.

"Mind if I join you for a bit?"

Izuku smiles. "Only if you give me kisses."

Katsuki rolls his eyes but complies. As he adjusts himself under the covers and into Izuku's side, he kisses, softly and longing, his nose, his eyelids, his freckles, and then his lips.

He then backs away, resting his head over Izuku's, who whines. "More."

The blond chuckles. "More?"

"Hmm"

And again, Katsuki complies. This time, they are quick soft pecks, covering all over his face, forehead, ears, and neck, each of them taking a light giggle out of his sleepy boyfriend. But when he stops and rests back on the cushion, once again Izuku whines.

"Enough Izuku!" Katsuki chastises. Izuku huffs but accepts his fate of no more kissing for now.

He moves, allowing Kacchan to get closer and cuddle up to him. (Catsuki, of course, found that outrageous and jumped out, searching for a new place to nap).

Katsuki holds him so that they are laying in their favorite position, facing each other, but with enough of a height difference so that Izuku can lay on his arm, and rest his forehead on his chest.

That position makes it perfect for Katsuki to, despite saying 'enough kisses', kiss the top of his head, and for Izuku to kiss his sternum in return until they doze off.

#bkdk fanfic #okaeri week bkdk #domestic bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #domestic bakudeku is my favorite thing

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ghostxrose · 2 months

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Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader

Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol

Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"

The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.

Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.

“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.

Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.

Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.

Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.

Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.

You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.

Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.

Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.

You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.

“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.

Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.

“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.

“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.

“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.

Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”

Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”

“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.

“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.

“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.

“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.

You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.

Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.

You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.

You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.

In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.

So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.

It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.

“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.

“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.

“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.

When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.

“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.

“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”

“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.

“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.

“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.

“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.

“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.

“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.

You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.

You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.

“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”

“Y-yess..”

“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”

“Y-Youu w-willl?”

“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”

“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.

The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.

Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.

“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.

It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.

“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.

“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.

“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.

“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.

Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3

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chagrin-roses · 4 months

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Drew fanart of one of my fav scenes from chapter 12 of @fangirl-on-fire3 ‘s fic Afterglow! It’s a wonderful fic and it’s so amazing I love itfhshakfjakkrbr, please check it out!

#my art #bnha #pintro’s art #dkbk #dekubaku #bakudeku #mha #bkdk #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic fanart #seriously lol this is my comfort fic I read it all the time it’s perfect #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

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captainmarvels · 10 months

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AO3 Fic Masterlist

Notes:

🔞 Rated E/NSFW

✍️ Ongoing/in progress fic

☑️ Completed fic

BKDKBK

🔞✍️hearts like ours (M; angst w/ happy ending; secret relationship)

☑️i'm only a fool for you (T; canon divergent; angst w/ happy ending; manga spoilers)

🔞✍️ a casual (and totally platonic) affair (E; angst + smut + fluff; roommates au; pining bkdk; racer!katsuki; bisexual exploration)

🔞✍️where he goes (E; angst w/ happy ending; bkdk endgame; inspired by Bad Bunny's song Where She Goes)

🔞☑️the potential of you and me (E; omegaverse; fake dating/getting together; light angst/fluff; smut)

🔞✍️game night (E; smut; please read the AO3 tags)

🔞☑️whatever you like, i'm yours (E; smut; please read the AO3 tags)

🔞☑️let me take care of you (E; smut; please read the AO3 tags)

🔞☑️moments like these (E; fem!katsuki; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞✍️heaven in hiding (E; prince!deku + knight!kacchan; secret relationship, forbidden love, body worship)

☑️maximum effort (GA; spideypool bkdk; getting together; mutual pining)

🔞☑️softcore (E; omegaverse; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞☑️sinful devotion (E; DKBK; age gap (30/17); priest!deku; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞☑️supple pleasures (E; omegaverse; mommy/lactation kink; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞☑️seconds from heaven (E; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞✍️practice makes perfect (E; smut, read AO3 tags)

☑️coming home to you (GA; fluff; established bkdk)

🔞☑️how to handle your bratty bottom of a boyfriend: a guide by bakugou katsuki (E; smut; read AO3 tags)

🔞☑️don't touch what's mine (E; DKBK; smut; possessive bkdk; jealous katsuki; read AO3 tags)

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vultureboi · 4 months

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Bkdk short fic

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Katsuki just got his license! Finally! Now he can beat Deku!

“Kacchan! Now we can be hero partners!!” Speak of the devil and he shall come. A groan escapes Katsuki’s throat.

“For fucks sake! Is that all you fucking care about?!? Not worried I’m gonna beat your ass?” Katsuki scoffs.

“Of course not! I’ve planned our entire future together!”

“You- you what?!?”

“Yeah! Like here’s our engagement rings…” Izuku rummaged through his pockets. “Here’s the wedding rings.” Izuku pulls out a photo next as the rest of the class starts to gather and watch in awe. “Here’s the design your mother made for your wedding dress for our wedding day. And here’s mine.”

“WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY MOM TO DRAW THIS SHIT?!?” Katsuki gapes, looking at the designs.

“Well, you know she’s always been a supporter of us!” Katsuki looks at him in confusion. What the fuck is the nerd talking about?!?

“I like how Bakugou is upset about the fact that his mother designed it without asking him rather than the fact it’s a dress!” Mina laughs, taking the pictures from Izuku.

“Kacchan and I planned to both wear dresses at our wedding!”

“WHEN WE WERE THREE!”

“Yup! And ever since I’ve been planning and saving my money for our wedding!” Izuku smiles brightly.

“Wait… Deku… how much money do you have saved up???” Ochako asks confused.

“Uh… a lot. Enough to have the most luxurious wedding ever.” Izuku laughs nervously.

“YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE BROKE!!” Ochako yells at him. “YOU LIAR!! You’re filthy rich!!”

“Did you know about this Bakugou?!” Kirishima asks.

“FUCK NO! I practically forgot about that shit when we were 3?!?” Katsuki is holding one of the rings in shock. “THIS SHIT IS EVEN MY FUCKING SIZE?!?”

“And it matches your hero costume and pretty much every clothes in your closet! Then it’s also made so you can wear it while working, nothing sharp or jagged so you can’t hurt yourself or anyone else by accident! Then the dress comes with…” Izuku starts to rant, pulling out more sheets of folded paper. “Gauntlets made out of red roses! You’ll have a flower crown made of orange flowers and red flowers. Your dress is mostly white with red and orange accents and some black! I made sure to make your heels like boots that even in an emergency scenario you can fight in them!”

The class gathers to watch as Izuku describes the most perfect wedding plan they have ever heard. Especially for pro heroes. Every outfit, every accessory, is made to be able to handle a battle or be used in a battle if necessary. Even involving hidden weapons. Each small detail outlined on several sheets of paper.

“Midoriya… do you just… carry this everywhere?!?” Kaminari asks, concerned.

“Of course! I have a special pocket for it all in my hero costume! In case I need to update anything! Like if Kacchan gets a new scar! Or even if I get hurt! I want to make sure our wedding is absolutely perfect! Even if something goes wrong!” Izuku stands proudly.

“Deku…” Katsuki looks at him, blushing.

“Y-yes… Kacchan??” Izuku suddenly realizes he just spilled a lot of embarrassing things and is getting ready to be yelled at.

“Get the fuck here, right fucking now!” Katsuki growls, pointing to the ground in front of him. Izuku whimpers and steps closer, only to be grabbed by the collar and dragged into a kiss. Izuku’s world explodes.

He just kissed Kacchan. Kacchan kissed him. And is still kissing?!? And Izuku melts into it as he can hear giggles and cheers as well as photos being taken. “Uh, Kacchan…?” Izuku breathes heavily as they separate.

“What need?” Katsuki’s ears blush.

“Does this mean we’re engaged now? Should I get the rings?” Izuku blinks while blushing like crazy.

“Fuck yeah.”

“YOU GUYS ARE FIRST YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL!” Iida shouts. “You shouldn’t be planning a marriage when you have to work to be a hero! Or even a student!”

“But that’s the thing Four-Eyes! Deku already did the planning. There’s nothing to plan!” Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku’s shoulder with a smug look. “I always said I wanted my partner to be decisive and smart.”

“Kacchan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we kiss again??”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. C’mere.” They go for another heated kiss, this time with plenty of tongue. The others have to snap them out of their make out session. Oh yeah. They’re going to be great.

“I call the cat in the divorce.” Katsuki smirks playfully at Izuku.

“DIVORCE?!?” Izuku gasps. “OH MY GOD! I didn’t plan for a divorce!! I have to go and plan everything!! Oh who will get the squirrel-proof bird feeder?!? Who will get the couch?!!? And the merch collection?!?” Izuku starts to panic.

“Nerd. Chill. I’m joking.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “We’re not getting a divorce. You don’t have to plan for it.”

“BUT WHAT IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?!?” Izuku starts to sob.

“Izuku.” Katsuki says sternly. Izuku looks at him in shock.

“Oh… okay. Thanks Kacchan.” Izuku smiles, wiping his tears.

“Big crybaby.”