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Gambler's Fallacy

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Izuku’s expected path down, face-first into the concrete, halted. He floated, staring at the retreating sidewalk, uncomprehending.

“Sorry!” said an unfamiliar voice. “I hope you don’t mind, I used my quirk on you! Falling would be bad luck, wouldn’t it?”

“Um,” said Izuku, not sure how to explain that was the point to this very pretty girl with this super cool quirk, oh, no, why was she even talking to him?

She tapped her fingers together, and her quirk let him go. “Good luck on the exam!” she said, walking away.

“Uh-um, y-yeah,” said Izuku.

Crap. Did that interaction count as good luck or bad? Obviously, Kacchan literally running into him on the way in was bad luck, and tripping was bad luck, but a cute girl rescuing him? And then Izuku completely humiliating himself by not being able to say thank you? If only his quirk took other people’s actions into account more, maybe he’d be able to tell. Especially when he was trying to save up his bad luck by pulling on the negative side of his quirk.

Speaking of which, he had an entrance exam to get to, and this would be the biggest test of his quirk since the day with the sludge villain. That day had been awful. He’d burned through his ‘stored’ luck and then some when All Might rescued him, bit his tongue so hard he wasn’t able to ask the man any questions, and then on the way home, he’d run into the sludge villain again, but this time, it was attacking Kacchan, and he’d had to tip his quirk balance even further into ‘debt’ for the luck to stab the villain in the eye with his pencil. When he finally got the chance to go home after that, when the heroes (except for All Might) were debating whether to berate him for quirk use, or interrogate him over his ‘clearly fake’ quirk, only constant vigilance kept him from being run over by a car or kidnapped.

(Luck only took you so far. Skill and hard work closed the gap.)

But he was far more prepared today! The last time he’d spent a significant amount of luck all at once was when he met Mr. Yagi, who’d been organizing a community volunteer event to clean up Dagobah beach. Izuku had… needed a pick-me-up after his quirk registration had been audited again. He was glad he did. Mr. Yagi was the sort of guy who was so uncool he sort of rolled over into being cool again, and he worked at Might Tower. Izuku really liked Mr. Yagi. Even if he did sometimes look at Izuku as if he were debating saying something life-altering.

Point being, he had a bunch of luck saved up, and he’d keep saving it all the way until he was taking the exam, leaning on his quirk just enough to make himself moderately unlucky until then.

It worked pretty well, in his opinion. The random seating for the written exam and for the practical orientation both put him next to Kacchan, he somehow grabbed the attention of someone confident uptight enough to scold him for muttering in front of a whole auditorium of people, he kept getting hit by doors, the robot bus driver somehow decided to register him as a bush, instead of a human, he tripped getting off the bus, the uptight guy scolded him again, and then–

“Start!” screamed Present Mic, from the announcer’s box.

Izuku didn’t have to be told twice.

Izuku didn’t actually mind having bad luck.

Not usually. Not as long as it was only a little bad luck. After all, what you did with your luck was what dictated your fate. Plus, most small unlucky events, like spills, tears, and lost items, could be countered with only a little forethought. Izuku had two of everything that was really important, and carried a mini sewing and stain removal kit with him almost all the time!

But… good luck was freedom. Good luck made him feel as if he was invincible, as if he was flying, a thousand miles up and only getting higher. Good luck was amazing.

Good luck was an almost ideal weapon in his hand the minute he stepped into the fake city, a piece of pipe that was just the right length, the right height, the right width for him to hold onto easily.

Good luck was catching sight of other students hitting the weak points of robots so clearly he knew he would be able to target them as well.

Good luck was partially-destroyed but still functional robots practically offering themselves up to him for points.

Good luck was being able to dodge every attack and stray friendly fire without even trying.

Good luck was spotting when people were in trouble before they even knew it, and pulling them out of the way.

Good luck was seeing that nice girl trapped under rubble, and throwing his pipe, spear-like, at the zero-pointer and having it hit something so vital that its progress ground to a stop.

Good luck was… rapidly running out. Actually, he’d burned through his saved buffer of bad luck a while ago.

Oops.

He didn’t even see the bit of rubble that fell on his head.

He didn’t see anything until hours later when Recovery Girl woke him up in the infirmary.

He didn’t even get to talk to the nice girl again.

But… he thought he’d done well. He could only hope he’d done well enough.

He had!

Izuku checked to make sure he wasn’t leaning on the negative side of his quirk too hard. A quirk assessment? A physical quirk assessment? On the first day? One with expulsion as a possible consequence?

He was going to die.

It wasn’t like he’d neglected physical training. Mr. Yagi had even given him some suggestions for it! (It turned out that before he’d been a secretary, he’d been a personal trainer… who knew?) But, naturally, he’d focused on his quirk, and his quirk was anything but physical. In a class with Kacchan and people with enhancement-type quirks…

Kacchan promptly underlined the point by blasting a baseball hundreds of meters away in the ball toss while shouting “DIE!” at the top of his lungs.

He was really going to die.

Unless… unless everyone else lost.

He raised his hand. “Mr. Aizawa, do you mean we can do anything to make our scores better in comparison with our classmates?”

“As long as you don’t injure anyone, yes.”

Well. He’d learned long ago that good luck for him sometimes meant bad luck for other people. He… really didn’t want to be expelled. But could he do that to his new classmates? Could he sabotage them like that?

The answer was, no, he couldn’t. But he could, apparently, get one of UA’s observation drones to go haywire, catching his baseball at the top of its arc and then zooming off to who-knew-where over a kilometer away at high speed.

He could also promptly get plowed into by another drone, which had suffered from the same AI malfunction as the first, and have to go to Recovery Girl for the resultant broken arm.

Sometimes, Izuku wondered if his quirk had a mind of its own, and, if so, what was up with its sense of humor.

No one was expelled.

Izuku stared at the numbered ball in his hand. He’d decided to take it easy in the luck department today, not leaning on it either way, but, really, this was far too much, just to make things even.

Next to him, stood Uraraka, who he might finally have a real conversation with. Across from him, stood Kacchan, who was definitely going to take this opportunity to beat the crap out of him.

Thank goodness nothing big was riding on this Battle Trial. Even if All Might kept looking at him like he was going to say something life-altering.

Actually… Was All Might related to Mr. Yagi? No, that was silly. Just because two people worked in the same place and had similar mannerisms, and the same color of hair, and the same color of eyes, and the same smile, and similar heights, didn’t mean… um… Hm.

That was a thought for later.

For now…

“My quirk is called Gambler’s Fallacy,” said Izuku. “It lets me manipulate my luck. I can store up bad things that happen to me, and then use them to make me lucky later, or, if I don’t have any luck stored, I can make myself lucky now, but I have to pay for it later. I can also make myself unlucky on purpose, and store up the bad things that happen because of that. But I don’t have anything stored up right now, since I spent it all yesterday, during the quirk assessment.”

“Wow,” said Uraraka, “that sounds really complicated. So, you could just… make us win?”

“Not exactly. If winning or losing was based entirely on chance, then, yes, but it isn’t. This is mostly skill and ability.”

“Mm,” said Uraraka. “So we’ll just have to be more skilled! Anyway, even if you can’t make us win, we’ll know that we didn’t lose just because of dumb luck, right?”

Izuku nodded. “You’re right! I, um, I do have a plan.”

“Let’s hear it!”

Izuku’s quirk apparently thought winning was worth breaking an arm (again). Maybe if he factored in Recovery Girl’s quirk, he could understand that.

But it still hurt.

(And Kacchan was still angry. Izuku wished he’d stop blaming all of his bad luck on him. Even if it was Izuku, this time.)

Getting trampled twice in one day, first by reporters, then by people running away from reporters, was definitely bad luck.

“I tend to say whatever is on my mind,” said Asui– No. Tsu. She said to call her Tsu.

“Okay?” said Izuku.

“Your quirk is very hard to understand.”

“Ah, yeah,” said Izuku, rubbing the back of his neck. “It is. I’m really glad quirks grow with you. If I was able to push my luck then as much as I can now, I probably would have died.” As it was, he'd gotten into a few bad situations over the years. Once, while operating with neutral luck, he'd won a contest that was apparently more chance-based than advertised, and the results had been… interesting.

('Interesting' being code for terrifying.)

“Hah!” scoffed Kacchan. “There’s nothing hard to understand about it! He just sabotages everyone around him!”

“Like you’re any better,” said Kaminari, as Izuku slouched down in his seat, trying to disappear. “If you don’t tone things down, all of us will be deaf by the time we graduate!”

“I could make you some earplugs, if you think that would help,” offered Yaoyorozu.

As it turned out, being attacked by a whole league of villains during the first field trip of the school year was so absolutely, unmitigatedly bad that it topped off Izuku’s ‘gauge.’ The last time that had happened, he’d been in elementary school.

It meant that he danced around the first attacks with ease, and when he did fall through a portal, it deposited him right outside a very clearly labeled maintenance door. It was locked, but Izuku’s costume didn’t include a utility belt just for aesthetics. He pulled a set of ‘universal’ keys out of one of the pouches, jammed the first one he grabbed into the lock, and grinned as he heard all the tumblers click home.

Random chance was his friend today.

He ran up, into a sort of control room. Several of the screens were blinking, warning that the system had lost connection to the main campus. He cleared the warnings and swept his eyes over the controls. There was a set of headphones on one of the monitors, and he put them on. They’d been sized for someone bigger than him, but that was fine. There were sounds coming through them, so… There. He could switch freely between hidden microphones in a number of places, apparently.

More importantly, at the moment, he could control vital aspects of a number of the simulations. He got to work, draining the shipwreck zone, strategically flaring the fires in the conflagration zone, activating a landslide in the landslide zone, ‘rebuilding’ collapsed houses in the typhoon zone… Anything he could think of, to damage the chances of villains and let his classmates escape.

Then, his elbow hit the microphone button, switching what the headphone channel to the central plaza just in time to hear ‘Shigaraki Tomura’ order ‘Nomu’ to kill Mr. Aizawa.

All Might burst through the doors before Izuku could even begin to come up with a plan to escape the frankly horrifying Nomu, and never before had Izuku been so relieved to feel his luck drain away and equalize.

All Might was here - and that was apparently equal to the villains in the eyes of his quirk. They’d be safe, now. They were saved.

Izuku almost cried.

Then he really did cry as Nomu and the portal villain actually proved to be a challenge. If Nomu could hold All Might still, and the portal villain could portal one of All Might’s limbs to Shigaraki Tomura… Or even if the portal villain could close a portal with something in transit…

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, All Might punched Nomu through the roof of the USJ.

Izuku tracked Nomu’s meteoric rise with a sense of wonder. His quirk was great and all, but he’d never, ever be able to do anything like that.

The rest of the teachers piled through the hole All Might had made in the side of the USJ, and the portal villain swept himself and Shigaraki Tomura away. Izuku, finally, let himself relax, loosening his grip on his quirk.

He… didn't think that anyone had died. That was as lucky as they could possibly expect to be.

The problem with the sports festival was that the positive Izuku’s quirk was only effective for short periods of time.

Could he constantly maintain a low level of good luck, like he could with the bad? Technically, yes. He’d been tempted to do just that more than once. But if he ever lost grip on his quirk while he was carrying around a big luck debt… Well. It was better to be owed luck than to owe it. When not being actively managed, his quirk tended to just equalize.

Could he save up and then slowly spend his good luck? Again, technically, yes, but… and this was something Izuku was embarrassed to admit…

He was bad at spending good luck slowly. In fact, not only did he usually push his good luck to happen faster than it usually would, when he was using that side of his quirk, he tended to overshoot. By a lot. Hence incidents like at the end of the entrance practical.

(He was glad he hadn’t overdrawn his luck at the USJ. He’d probably have had Nomu fall on him or something.)

If he wanted to do well in the sports festival, he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t do him any good to win, say, a relay race, like they’d done for the second event a couple years ago, and then step on his shoelace and concuss himself before he could do anything for the next event.

So. He had to figure out how to either regulate his quirk use better, or how to pass at least one event without using it. Preferably both.

Izuku kept his quirk in neutral until the minefield. Who decided that a minefield was a good idea for a school sports festival? Well… Plus Ultra, he supposed.

He had an idea.

He had an idea he needed to be lucky for. But he'd only have to be lucky for a minute. Maybe even less.

He put his scrap metal shield aside, and started stacking mines. When he figured he had enough, and had them in more or less the right shape, he picked up his scrap metal and, using it to shield himself, jumped on the mines.

He went soaring. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying. It was working.

Kacchan and Todoroki were in sight. He was gaining on them. He was–

Getting hit by a bird.

He tumbled sideways, away from Todoroki and Kacchan. Barely, he managed to get the shield under him again, before he hit the ground and another mine went off, sending him shooting in the other direction. He landed back in the path Todoroki and Kacchan had cleared, which was weird if his luck had run out…

It hadn’t run out.

Then where had the bird…? Why…?

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wasn’t going to try that again, but he need to get a move on if he wanted to finish this race. He wrenched his quirk back to neutral, and started running.

He came in third, and collapsed in the waiting area. Yeah. Running. Being exploded. Still hard.

It took a while for everyone else to cross the finish line. A while during which Izuku wondered why he’d been hit by that bird. Maybe Kouda…? No, he was nowhere nearby, and he usually didn’t make his helpers commit suicide runs which… that probably was, unfortunately. Was his quirk just broken? He didn’t like the thought of that. His quirk screwed him over in a lot of ways, but it had never backstabbed him or failed to work.

But as soon as Midnight announced the results…

Yeah.

His quirk wasn’t broken.

(He’d have to burn some incense for that poor bird, though. Yikes.)

He, in third place, had a headband worth two hundred points for the next event. Kacchan had one worth two hundred and five.

Todoroki’s was worth ten million.

Izuku’s calvary team was made up of Uraraka, Tokoyami, and Hatsume, an unfamiliar girl from the support course. Hatsume was the rider. Izuku didn’t have any offensive quirk that being rider would let him leverage, Uraraka didn’t want to be in a position where she would have to use her quirk on herself, and Tokoyami and Dark Shadow were strong together. Hatsume, meanwhile, had all sorts of unbelievable gadgets that she could operate from the rider position.

Between her and Tokoyami, their ability to collect headbands shouldn’t be bad. While everyone else went after Todoroki and Kacchan, they should be able to snag smaller point values. Once they got a comfortable number, they could use Hatsume’s jetpacks and hide out in the air until the clocks ran down.

“I’m impressed,” she said, after Izuku finished explaining the plan.

“It’s nothing fancy.”

“Not that, third place. I’m impressed you’re letting someone else take the spotlight.”

“Well,” said Izuku, “I’m… probably not going to be a spotlight hero, honestly. My quirk isn’t all that fancy.”

“Hm. Maybe. I feel like we’ll be surprised.”

And maybe she was right.

The more chaos inherent in a system, the more Izuku’s quirk could do. The cavalry battle had a lot of chaos.

So, when Izuku flared his quirk to give them just that little edge, trying to keep their points out of Iida’s hands–

Rin’s team and Kamakiri’s team slipped and fell as Honenuki overshot his quirk use, becoming immediately disqualified. Monoma brushed against Todoroki… while he already was holding Kacchan’s quirk. The explosion wasn’t the biggest Izuku had ever seen, but it wasn’t small. Kaminari, startled, shocked Iida, who stumbled, and almost capsized their whole team, letting Kacchan almost grab the ten million point headband, except that Todoroki suddenly caught on fire.

Izuku shut his quirk off. He’d used more luck than he intended, but he still has some for later, and for now…

“Take us up, Hatsume!”

“Thought you’d never ask, third place!”

When they landed, they hadn’t finished in first place, but they were far from dropping out, which was a true relief.

The third event was single combat, which, hm. Yeah. His odds weren’t good on this. He was planning on losing a lot of the recreational games between the second and third rounds, but the stakes of those were low, so he wouldn’t get a lot of luck from them. In a bare concrete ring, one on one, skill against skill, with almost no outside variables… It was possible for his quirk to make someone trip over their own feet, or get weird muscle spasms, but under these circumstances, it would be expensive.

Well, there was a little interlude even before that, so he was going to go freshen up…

Neither Izuku nor his quirk could decide what kind of luck overhearing all that counted as. First Todoroki trying to have some kind of rivalry heart-to-heart with Kacchan, where he heavily implied he was the result of a eugenics project, and then whatever that was with his father. Should he report this? Who would he even report this to? Who would believe him?

He was kind of freaking out.

And Todoroki’s quirk.

“I thought I was the only one who had self sabotage as part of my quirk,” he whispered.

Actually, he was pretty angry about that. Edging into fury, really. It wasn’t like Todoroki was the only one who’d been dealt a bad hand when it came to fathers, but Izuku wasn’t refusing to use his quirk over it, even though his father’s permanent departure had been the inciting incident for his quirk’s first activation.

(His father abandoning them had, actually, given Izuku a small reserve of good luck that took several days to naturally deplete. It was something Izuku was perversely grateful for, knowing what his quirk might have done to him otherwise.)

But what could he do?

Except, maybe… He’d used his fire instinctively, in the cavalry battle. Maybe if someone could pressure him…

Could Izuku do that?

No. Probably not. Not without a lot of luck.

… this was going to be painful later.

Of course, he couldn’t beat sense into Todoroki unless he actually made it to the second round of battles. Making it to the second round of battles seemed… unlikely, at the moment. His quirk couldn’t protect him from his own stupid decisions, after all.

He was walking towards the edge of the ring, not in control of his body, barely in control of his quirk, which he had turned on as much as he could.

He tripped. Over his own feet, as it so happened.

Before Shinsou could react, he was back on his feet and attacking. Shinsou’s story sounded… sad. Lonely. But Izuku had lived the same life! He’d been called bad luck and a vampire ever since he’d first fully explained his quirk! He wanted to commiserate! To comfort! To empathize!

But, right now, it was time to fight, and he threw Shinsou out of the ring.

Unfortunately, getting out of Shinsou’s grip had come at the cost of his remaining luck. That meant that if he used any for the fight with Todoroki - a fight he was almost certain to lose anyway - he’d be paying for it later.

But could he really leave this alone? Being a hero was risky. Being a hero while using only half your quirk was worse.

The match started, and Izuku jumped. He was lucky, of course. Todoroki had pretty good control of his ice, but there were, naturally, random peaks and valleys in the less-controlled parts, and Izuku happened to fall into a valley. He also managed to break off an ice spike on the way down.

Lacking other weapons, he threw it at Todoroki.

“You know,” said Izuku, managing to hide from ice behind yet more ice, and acquiring a few more projectiles while he was at it, “if you used your fire to melt these, you wouldn’t have to dodge!”

This actually stopped Todoroki dead in his tracks. “You–”

“I overheard your conversation with Kacchan!” Izuku dodged again. “Do you really think you can be a hero using only half a quirk? When all the rest of us are trying our–”

He was forced to dodge again. This went on for some time. Izuku, barely manage to dodge, Todoroki whipping another, more fragile, glacier at him, Izuku throwing ice and words he barely heard himself back at him.

Izuku, though… He was wearing down. The temperature was getting to him, and Todoroki had winged him a few times.

“I won’t do it!” declared Todoroki through gritted teeth. “I won’t use his quirk! I’ll show him–”

“It’s not his! It’s yours! Use your quirk, Todoroki! Show me your power!”

Through the ice, Izuku saw orange flare from the tips of Todoroki’s fingers.

The thought crossed Izuku’s mind that suddenly heating up this much cold air might not go very well. For the very first time in his life, Izuku’s survival instinct decided to do its job and he threw himself out of the ring just in time for Cementoss to raise the blast walls to contain Todoroki’s explosion.

“Uh,” said Midnight a minute later. “Todoroki, wins?”

Izuku was just as surprised as she was that he hadn’t been turned into a fine paste. Of course, that could still happen. He had a massive bout of bad luck coming up.

Still. Lying here next to two Pro Heroes, he was probably safe.

Izuku tripped going down the stairs leaving the ring.

“How do you break so many bones going down stairs?” asked Recovery Girl, incredulously.

Izuku grunted. Broken bones could be healed. So could frostbite.

But, for him at least, the sports festival was over. He just had to hope he’d made a good impression.

(Todoroki joined him in the infirmary an hour later.

“Bakugou is extremely violent,” he said, by way of explanation.

“Yeah, he’s kind of… Yeah.”

“You’re still friends.”

“Uh,” said Izuku. “Maybe?”

“What’s your phone number?”

Somehow, Izuku wound up adding Todoroki to the class group chat.)

“Who sent your recommendation?” asked Uraraka, over lunch.

“Native!” said Izuku, vibrating with excitement. His quirk was kind of boring, visually, and hard to understand, so he hadn’t expected to get any offers at all!

“Native?” asked Uraraka, her face dropping. “Isn’t he kind of, um. His whole image is a bit…”

“Appropriative?” filled in Iida.

“That’s a misconception,” said Izuku. “He actually is native. His father is Japanese, obviously, but he’s Ainu, and his mother is from an indigenous North American tribe. They met at some kind of conference for displaced indigenous peoples, I think? The documentary was really interesting, but it’s been a while… I think there was later some kind of controversy with his mother, but I don’t really understand American politics…”

“Oh!” said Uraraka. “I didn’t know that! I guess I should try to research, before just assuming things.”

“It’s… It’s a common misconception,” said Izuku, waving his hands. “A company he’d investigated for illegal quirk experimentation ran a really nasty smear campaign against him, and, uh, his public persona isn’t really great.” Which was the polite way to say that he got irritated at reporters (and everyone else) really easily. “The important thing is, you know now.”

“Mhm! I guess so! That’s a really good way to put it.” She leaned forward. “I really like your hero name! It’s super cute!”

“Thanks!” said Izuku, brightly. “I’ve wanted to use it since I was a little kid!”

The ride to Hosu was painfully awkward. Mainly because every attempt Izuku made to try and start a conversation with Iida fell flatter than a pancake.

Not that he blamed Iida! He probably had a lot on his mind, after all.

“He-hello, sir!” said Izuku, bowing deeply to Native, who had been leaning up against the front desk of his agency, talking to the secretary. “I’m Clover! Y-your intern! Please take care of me!”

“Hey, hey,” said Native, “there’s really no reason to be like that, it’s irritating. You need to loosen up a little, kid.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Native sighed. “Okay, anyway, you good here, Satsumi?”

“Yes, I think I have all the information,” said the secretary.

“Great. So, I guess I can give you the tour and the intern talk.”

Native’s agency wasn’t anything fancy. A lot of things in it were worn out. Old. But, then, after the smear campaign, it was probably hard for him to get sponsorships.

“So, Clover,” said Native, after he had given him a rundown of the temporary dorms and the main common areas, “why did you decide to intern with me?”

“W-well,” said Izuku, “for a couple reasons. The first is that you’re the only one who requested me, specifically, as opposed to agencies that just have general agreements with UA, so I figured there was probably a reason for that.”

“Uh huh,” said Native, sounding unimpressed, “what else?”

“Well, you also have a strictly mental quirk. Not a lot of heroes have that, not the ones on UA’s open internship list. Ragdoll and Mandalay from the Wild Wild Pussycats are the only other ones, and… I’d be worried about being a liability in a rescue situation.”

“Anything else?”

“I don’t think so? Of course, your record was–”

“Nothing else that might have been in the news?”

“Um. No?”

Native nodded. “I’m surprised anyone took me up on my offer this year, honestly.”

“Be-because of the smear campaign? I, um, I never believed it. I remembered your interview when you talked about your parents, so…”

“Ah. Okay. That makes sense. Sorry. Just had to make sure you weren’t one of those weirdos who try to congratulate me for ‘sticking it’ to an already oppressed group.” He sighed. “You’d think we’d have solved at least some of these problems, since we got superpowers, but no, we just came up with even more ways to be awful.”

“O-oh,” said Izuku. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Native, waving off the apology. “So. Tell me about your quirk.”

Native’s quirk, compared to Izuku’s, was simple. It affected his perception. Not his senses themselves, but the way his brain processed the data from those senses. His eyes and ears weren’t any sharper than a normal person’s, but what he could process about what he could see and hear was. And he could do it fast. He could glance at a full page of writing for a second, and know everything that was written on it.

It wasn’t terribly like Izuku’s quirk, and didn’t affect the outside world, like Izuku’s did, but like Izuku’s, the activation and management of the quirk were all in his head. Which meant that he could advise Izuku on how to better use it.

Unfortunately, Native seemed more interested in the stockpile aspect of his quirk.

“So,” said Native, “hypothetically, if something bad happened to you that had nothing to do with luck, would that count? Like, if someone decided to hit you.”

“Um, not really. Like, whenever someone throws a punch, there’s a small amount of chance involved in it hitting at all, but that’s, um, negligible, as far as I’ve been able to tell.”

“So you couldn’t bank luck by, say, purposefully getting assigned crappy paperwork?”

“Uh,” said Izuku, “no. Not unless the paperwork was randomly assigned and I was leaning on the negative side of my quirk to get it.”

“Okay. And, then, what if you traded the paperwork to someone else, afterwards?”

“I think I… I’m not sure? If I’d set the trade up before hand, probably, um, it’d just do whatever would get me the bad paperwork?”

“What if you needed the bad paperwork for some reason?”

“Then I’d have to use good luck, otherwise I wouldn’t get it.”

“What if you needed something bad to happen to you for some reason? Like, you wanted to break your arm or get sick to get out of a school assignment?”

“Oh, I actually tried… something like that a few times.” Not to avoid school work, but to avoid bullies. “It only worked once, and I really regretted it.”

“Got really sick, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Izuku.

“Okay,” said Native. “I’ve got to go out on patrol soon, but I’ve asked Satsumi to give you the basic operational rundown. Pro-tip? It’s always the secretaries who are really running the show.”

“I-I’ll remember that, sir!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, enjoy the break, because I already have some training ideas for tomorrow.”

“So,” said Native as Izuku ran through his costume checklist. “The thing is, even though our quirks are pretty different, there are still some similarities in– Hey, are you paying attention?”

“Yes, s-sir!”

“Uh huh. There are some similarities in how we have to fight because of them. Both of us have to rely heavily on the environment and respond to changes in it quickly. Me, because that’s the only advantage I have, you, because even if your quirk gives you the best opening possible, you still have to move to take advantage of it. So.” He gestured at the crowded room, packed full of various random items. “That’s what we’re doing. Simulating a changeable environment for you to keep track of. You ready?”

“Yes!”

“I’m going to take you out on patrol today,” said Native.

“R-really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t going to. There’s a limited amount you can learn from sparring and helping Satsumi with the paperwork - The paperwork is really important, though. If you screw it up enough, it can break you. Mainly because of insurance problems. You don’t want insurance problems. Or Hero Commission problems. If they decide they don’t like you, they’ll jump on anything they can to get rid of you.”

Izuku made note of this important fact.

“Anyway, unless I give you permission, or you’re directly attacked, you are not to engage any villains or criminals, got it? And if I tell you to run, you run.”

“I-I’ve got it!”

“Cool. So. Ready to make your debut, Clover?”

“Yes!”

“Great. Oh, and bring those marbles. They worked well for you in yesterday’s session.”

The first few hours of patrol went more or less the way Izuku expected it to. There wasn’t a whole lot of crime in Hosu at this time of day. Native caught an older teenager trying to break into a car, and gave him a warning for a first offense, they were called to a four-year-old’s somewhat awkward and chaotic quirk awakening - which Izuku helped with! - and a welfare check for an older couple who had missed a book club meeting (they were fine, they had just gotten the date wrong). Otherwise, it was just walking around Hosu, including some really sketchy alleyways, Native pointing out things to keep an eye on and how to spot trouble in specific places.

But, then… things exploded.

It wasn’t like Izuku was unused to explosions. He’d gone to school with Kacchan. But this explosion was bigger, and had a different character than Danny was used to. It was also, thankfully, further away.

Still, the middle of a city like this was not a good place for an explosion. He started forward, towards the source of the sound, but Native caught his arm.

“Never,” he said, pulling out his phone (a HeroGrade 32! They weren’t available to the public, yet!), “never run blind into a situation when you can gather info first.”

“But–”

“There are other heroes with closer routes,” said Native. “We can be more useful if we know what’s going on first. Crap. Looks like a mass villain attack.” He flipped his phone to face Izuku. A HeroNet video was playing on it.

He caught sight of exposed brain matter and gasped. “Nomu?”

“You know one of these guys?”

“No,” said Izuku, “but they look just like one of the villains that attacked the USJ! Maybe they’re relatives?”

“Any weaknesses?”

“No, they were really strong. All Might had trouble, even.”

“Crap. Hopefully, these guys don’t have the same kind of quirk. Come on, now that we know what we’re up against, the faster we get there, the better.” He started running. “I want you to work with on-site sidekicks clearing civilians from the area. You can use your quirk, but if your stockpile runs out, evacuate with the civilians. If you get cornered, I give you permission to fight, but only if you get cornered. Otherwise, run, got it?”

“Ye-yes!” said Izuku. It was easier for him to keep up with Native than he’d thought it would be, but he didn’t quite have the lung capacity to respond with full sentences.

They turned into an alley and–

Native stopped dead, scanning the area.

“Uh, Native?” said Izuku. “Is–?”

Native pulled him to one side as something fell on them from above. No. Not something. Someone. Someone– Vest, bandaged arms, scarf, swords–

Native, naturally, processed the information much faster than Izuku.

“Stain!”

Oh.

Izuku pulled on his quirk instinctively and reached for his belt, grabbing the first thing that came to hand and throwing it at Stain. The handful of marbles hit the side of Stain’s beaten katana and knocked it aside enough for Native to dodge.

But Stain had another knife, and it flicked against Native’s stomach, cutting through his suit and drawing blood. The wound looked shallow, though, so–

Stain licked his knife, and Native stiffened mid-step and started to fall. Izuku caught him, then pulled him back, out of Stain’s immediate reach.

“I-I can’t move!” said Native, sounding shocked.

“A… sidekick?” said Stain.

“He’s just-” Native’s breath caught. “He’s a student. An intern. I’ve only known him for a day. Don’t–”

“A day is more than long enough for the rot to creep in. Well, boy, do you stand by this fake, or will you give up his lies?”

“Clover, run!”

“I-” said Izuku, “I won’t leave you!” He also wasn’t sure if he’d make it, even if he did run. Stain was good, as shown by how he’d still managed to stab Native, even though Izuku was using his quirk, and with the way the alley was constructed, they were standing in a corner, the direct path to the street blocked and blinded by buildings.

“Then you, too, will be culled.”

Izuku jumped back from the lunge, unfortunately sacrificing his phone to deflect the blade. Hopefully, the text he’d been making behind his back had gone through… he might not be connected to HeroNet, but he did have a network, and he knew at least two of them were in this city.

He hoped this worked.

Then, faster than could be believed, it did. Iida came racing around the corner and–

–apparently didn’t notice Izuku and Native fighting for their lives at all, but Izuku was willing to give him a pass, because he was a) there, b) clearly really upset by what happened to his brother, and c) took Stain’s attention off of him and Native. Whatever. But he also narrowly missed getting decapitated, and only avoided getting paralyzed by Stain because Izuku had picked up Iida’s helmet and beaned Stain over the back of the head with it.

“What are you doing here?” demanded Iida.

This was such a ridiculous question that Izuku didn’t answer it. He was getting attacked by a serial killer. That should’ve been obvious.

“Take Native and leave, this is my business.”

“You take Native and leave!”

Iida could maintain a viable escape speed while carrying Native, unlike Izuku, and then Izuku could also run, no longer having to worry about whether or not he was leaving someone to their death. Unfortunately, Stain did not wait for Izuku to explain this to Iida.

What followed could have been a slapstick comedy. Stain lunged, but put his foot down on a marble, which let Izuku and Iida dodge. He recovered quickly, however, and swiped at Iida, who he called a fake hero - this was technically correct, as neither Iida nor Izuku had their licenses yet - but the blade was deflected by Iida’s armor, and all the blow accomplished was to knock a piece of Iida’s armor loose.

(Izuku had to wonder if Iida’s costume manufacturer had skimped on the connective parts of his armor. Parts of a costume shouldn’t just come off like that, except for capes, for safety reasons.)

But loose metal junk was one of Izuku’s favorite weapons, and when the bracer landed in his hand, he didn’t waste time throwing it at Stain’s face. Then he pulled out his other favorite weapon. A telescoping baton.

He didn’t have it during the USJ, but after the sports festival… Yeah. He’d realized he needed something, and Mei had been all too happy to fulfill that need. Literally too happy. Powerloader had nixed most of her ideas and given Izuku a standard baton until he could work out potential bugs.

Anyway.

He alternated between throwing trash at Stain (the alley had a lot of trash) and trying to smack him with the baton. Iida, meanwhile, tried to kick his face off. The only reason they weren’t dead - or paralyzed like Native - was that Stain kept slipping on marbles and getting weapons stuck in the alley walls. They were not, in any way, winning.

Then Todoroki arrived like a divine spirit descending from heaven, and froze Stain solid.

Well. He didn’t freeze Stain immediately. There was quite a bit of back and forth, because it turned out that the dodging technique Izuku had lucked into during the sports festival was something Stain could do at will. And he tried to kill Todoroki too, a few times. And there was some stabbing involved, but with Todoroki there, they could freeze the blood, and Iida was only paralyzed for a little bit, and all the while everyone was yelling about their personal philosophies, and heroism, and All Might, and–

His point was, after Todoroki showed up, it felt like the fight went really fast.

But with Stain frozen, Izuku felt like he could relax just a little…

… and lose his grip on his quirk, which was very far in the red.

Claws closed around his torso, and he was swiftly lifted from the alley. Swiftly enough that his head cracked on the side of one of the buildings and he lost consciousness.

Later, he learned that the nomu (which was apparently a class of being and not a family or personal name) had carried him around, apparently confused, for fifteen minutes before a flight-capable hero named Gran Torino rescued him.

He was, naturally, brought to the hospital, and, equally naturally, was the most injured out of the four people in that alleyway (not counting Stain, who they had really beaten the crap out of, apparently).

He was relieved to hear that everyone had lived, and the nomu attack had only resulted in a few serious injuries, due to the strong hero presence in Hosu.

He was significantly less relieved to hear that the police were thinking about charging him with vigilantism.

“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Native, who had evidently overheard the police chief while taking a walk down the hallway. “Clover had my permission to fight, if he was cornered. Which he was. I don’t know about the other two, but legally speaking, my intern is in the clear.”

Izuku sighed in relief. He didn’t think he and his mother could afford to go to court.

“And kid?”

“Y-yes?”

“Stop using your quirk while you’re this beat up. I know it’s instinctive, but I don’t want you to wind up getting an air embolism or something stupid from the kickback.”

“Oh,” said Izuku. “Yes, sir.”

In preparation for the first term’s final exam, Izuku eased himself back into days where everything was just a little bit awful.

He tore a hole in his favorite sweater. He fell off a building during the Rescue Training Race. Mr. Yagi kept staring at him with that weird expression when he went to volunteer. He got every question he guessed on wrong on the mock exam. He let himself get fleeced by Uraraka in small-scale gambling games. He lost every round of rock-paper-scissors he played. His mother sneezed and accidentally cut off way too much of his hair while giving him a trim, and Monoma started calling him a sheared sheep. All Might kept staring at him with that weird expression during heroics lessons. He lost a lot of in-class fights for silly reasons, like the elastic in his pants giving way, or, in one case, random neutrino interaction with the program controlling a simulation.

It was good practice for when - not if, when - his quirk decided to screw him over in the middle of a real fight.

But, maybe, Izuku should have realized that decisions about the final would be made significantly in advance of the final actually happening, and he wouldn’t have kept his quirk going until the last minute.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have been paired with Kacchan. Maybe then, they wouldn’t be facing All Might himself.

Maybe then he wouldn’t be lying on the ground, bleeding, with Kacchan screaming at him to take his ‘stupid bad luck deku self’ and go away.

In the end, however, Kacchan was the one who stomped away. Izuku was left to slowly sit up, still feeling stunned. Part of him couldn’t believe Kacchan still held a grudge over childhood quirk slip ups, especially considering what he had done to Izuku with his quirk. Part of him… very much could.

Kacchan was a jerk.

Although… Izuku probably should have tried to come up with a plan more palatable than ‘run away.’ He’d known that Kacchan would never accept anything less than a perfect victory after the sports festival.

He shook his head, even though that made his ears ring, and pulled a coin out of one of his suit’s pouches. In theory, this should work. He had pretty good evidence of this usually working, for less vital things.

He flared his quirk and flipped the coin. Heads, he’d go with his original plan, and try to escape. Tails, he’d try to back up Kacchan.

Heads.

Well, then.

It turned out that Izuku’s quirk was pretty good for stealth, given a large enough playing field.

Izuku let go of his quirk as soon as he stepped through the gate, pleased to note that he still had some luck left. Intending to keep it that way, and not spend it trying not to get murdered by Kacchan, he decided to jog back to where the other groups were waiting.

Judging by the explosions behind him, this was a wise choice.

He didn’t go back to his usual low grade bad luck until he was home safe, with the knowledge that he would be going to the training camp, and Kacchan wouldn’t be.

Except it turned out the students who had failed were going on the trip after all. Yay.

Low grade bad luck was not supposed to include Shigaraki Tomura crashing a shopping trip, and yet.

At least the ridiculous threat to his life - how had Shigaraki even recognized him? He’d spent most of the time in the USJ in the maintenance room! - meant that he had a bit of extra luck to lean into, and he was hoping that Mr. Aizawa, or, heck, even All Might had decided this was a good day to shop, too.

But as the conversation wore on, it became obvious that his current quasi-kidnapped state was a direct result of his last kidnapping. Shigaraki wanted to know “What did you do to my nomu?” and “What did you do to Stain?” and, most importantly, “Why do people pay attention to Stain and not me?”

Which, in Izuku’s opinion, was a pretty petty thing for a supervillain to worry about, but this supervillain did have a dangerous quirk pointed at Izuku’s throat, so he wasn’t about to say that.

“W-well,” he said, instead, “Stain is… understandable. He has goals. And even if you don’t agree with his goals, they’re pretty clear. What he wants is… normal. And the source of his conviction– It’s All Might! It’s like that for a lot of people. Even if the way he’s going about fulfilling his goals isn’t something people can accept. You… I don’t think anyone understands what you want. What your, um, ideals are…”

“Ha,” said Shigaraki. “Ha.”

Izuku didn’t dare move. He didn’t dare swallow. Shigaraki’s middle finger was so close to his throat…

“I get it now,” he said, a horrible smile-like thing on his face. “It’s all so clear now. It all makes sense. It’s so obvious why the hero killer is so irritating. It’s all because of All Might.” He laughed again. “Right? Right. That’s the conclusion. Man. Of course it was All Might. It’s always him. The reason all these idiots can smile– It’s him! Him, smiling, as if there’s no one he can’t save!”

At this point, Izuku started to tune him out, because it was hard to pay attention to something as trivial as words when you’re actively being strangled.

And then, right when he was sure he was going to die one way or the other, Uraraka showed up.

“I think I hate that guy,” said Izuku to Uraraka, later.

“Yeah,” she said. “Me too.”

Well, the training camp was going well. And by well, Izuku meant he sure was training. A lot.

He was also, for some reason, catching a small ball-punching child who had been knocked off a wall by a pervert.

They really should come up with some method to stop Mineta before he took things too far… Some of his stunts were getting scary.

But that was a task for tomorrow! The task for today was listening to the story of a horrible family tragedy and then passing out.

But then it turned out that the task for tomorrow was more training, and then–

And then the Test of Courage was crashed by a bunch of villains.

The forest was filled with toxic gasses and fire, and there was a grade schooler somewhere on the mountain, but this was fine! Totally fine! Izuku had this handled! And there were actual adults, trained heroes, who were not paralyzed, here, so, really, this was more like the USJ than the fight with Stain!

… Shockingly, this observation didn’t make him feel better.

Finding Kouta did make him feel better.

Encountering Muscular seconds later didn’t.

Nor did discovering that the villains planned to kidnap Kacchan and Tokoyami. At least Kacchan was safe back with the other people who’d failed the test. Tokoyami, not so much.

He had mixed feelings about the results of throwing the nearest stick at Muscular. He’d prefer that he not be known as the hero who habitually put out people’s eyes, but if he complained about it, that would mean he survived to complain about it.

He took the opportunity to run.

Izuku would very much like to know why Kacchan was out here and not safely back in the buildings with Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa.

Why was Moonfish here? Didn't Shigaraki know the reason Moonfish got caught was because he tried to eat his accomplice?

There was a shape-shifter involved. This explained nothing.

Why didn't this guy become a stage magician or something?

Izuku managed to catch the right orb and break Kacchan free, but even the best luck in the world couldn't save you from stupidity. Stupidity in this case being Kacchan immediately shoving Izuku away and getting caught by the villains again.

So.

Kacchan got kidnapped.

The villains left.

A tree fell on Izuku.

He was, of course, sent to the hospital.

In the hospital, he wondered if Kacchan’s last words to him before he was hauled into that portal were right. If he was just bad luck. If he should just stay away.

If Kacchan's shove had kept *Izuku* from being taken.

They were on a rescue mission, and none of that mattered. They were going to Kamino Ward.

They were hiding behind a wall about a meter high. It had been much taller a second ago.

Izuku's quirk was screaming at him. It had never done that before.

They could hear All Might and the villain talking, and it was terrible, terrible what he'd done to Ragdoll, but… it filled in so many gaps. It explained the nomu. It explained Shigaraki’s hatred of All Might. It explained why this villain was so powerful.

But.

None of that mattered right now. What mattered was saving Kacchan.

They were soaring high above the battlefield, and Kirishima held out his hand - the chances were one in a million or less, but–

Kacchan was with them, and they were running.

They made it out, made it away, and Izuku kept a tight grip on his quirk, because he wouldn't, couldn't, let any bad luck happen now. Not when it could spill over onto that battle.

Then he saw the screen.

Izuku looked at All for One, standing in the ruins of Kamino Ward, standing above All Might, Mr. Yagi, who struggled to stand, to make one more attack, protect one more person, and he knew–

All for One was a person with a lifetime’s worth of good luck.

He was practically made of luck. From his quirk, which had to be the best quirk Izuku had ever heard of - the ability to take and give quirks? Really? That was a thing? - to having found the right quirks to live for centuries, to surviving that ‘last’ fight with All Might that he’d mentioned, to flying under the hero world’s radar for so long. He’d won the lottery of life.

If Izuku ever got luck like that, it’d kill him.

He slowed, stopping behind his classmates and–

And he turned.

And he ran.

He ran, and cranked his quirk up as high as it would go. Made himself as lucky as he possibly could. The luck, not having anywhere else to go, spilled out, touching everyone around him with its glow.

The small cluster of cancer cells in a man he passed spontaneously died.

A woman fumbled her phone and sent a text message that would one day radically change her life for the better.

Hospitals nearby recorded a practically unheard of rash of Lazarus Syndrome cases.

Rubble from the battlefield shifted just enough that a family of four were able to crawl out of the ruins of their living room.

Uraraka's father won the lottery- a fact he wouldn't notice for another week, too worried about his daughter to check his prize.

Damage in Iida Tensei's spine inexplicably reversed itself. It was only by a small amount, but even if he'd still never walk, he'd be able to move and feel his legs.

None of the attacks All for One launched hit his target. Not a single one.

Izuku was a shooting star. A brilliant light, burning into nothing. Izuku had never before accumulated so much debt on his quirk. One way or another, he knew he never would again.

He ran across fields of rubble that should have sent him sprawling. He dodged stray attacks from a combatant who might not even register his presence. He got closer and closer, impossibility unscathed, until he slid between Mr. Yagi and All for One just as Mr. Yagi was caught under the crushed walls of a building.

He bowed, the crown of his head touching broken concrete. "Please! Please don't kill him! I- I- Take my quirk, do anything you want to me, but please don't kill him."

"No! Young Midoriya! Get out of here!"

"And why should I take your quirk?" asked All for One, sounding amused.

"Because- Because my quirk is luck. I just got across this battlefield, unscathed. If you take my quirk, you'll never have to worry about- about the kinds of injuries you have again." That was a bit of a guess, but if he had to risk things on a guess, it would be now, with his quirk blazing inside him. "No one would get lucky enough to even touch you. Please. Take it."

Because All for One's quirk had to work one of two ways. Either it took a quirk as it had been when it first manifested, or it took it as it currently was.

Izuku's quirk had taken into account his prior luck when it first manifested, and he was building up a massive debt, now. His quirk was the perfect poison pill. He just needed All for One to take it.

"Well," said All for One. "I don't know about sparing All Might, but I could never refuse a quirk offered up so nicely."

Izuku felt All for One's hand on his head.

What followed was agony, and after that, an aching, hollowness, and the sound of someone crying.

Was… was Mr. Yagi crying over him? That was silly. He wasn't dead, and his plan was going great.

"Now," said All for One, "All Might-"

A horrid orange light and a deafening crack filled the air, and when Izuku could see again, the top half of All for One's body was gone, and there was a smoking crater a few meters behind the legs. Everything smelled faintly burnt.

"What," croaked All Might.

"Oh," said Izuku, faintly. "I always worried something like that would happen to me."

He promptly passed out.

Izuku stared up at the ceiling of his hospital room. This would be the last time he could blame getting hurt on his quirk. His quirk, which was well and truly gone, now, along with Ragdoll’s and countless others. Not that he could’ve gotten it back from All for One if his plan hadn’t worked but…

He was quirkless now.

Kacchan had always been a jerk, and there were more than a few people in his class that were jerks along with him, really believing that Izuku was giving them bad luck every time they failed a test. But he’d had a few casual friends in middle school despite that, and except for the teachers who thought he’d been falsifying his quirk, they usually stopped Kacchan before he went too far.

But he knew how they all talked about quirkless people. He knew the statistics. He… hadn’t really been thinking of the consequences when he came up with the plan. Not that he regretted it! He didn’t. But he knew it would be hard to be a hero without a quirk.

Or would it? Would living like this be like his quirk was always in neutral? Or would it be something entirely different? It already felt like something different. It felt… weird. Not being aware of how his luck was going. Like being blind. And he knew his luck was just random, now. Knew that bad luck wouldn’t mean good luck to follow, and good luck didn’t mean bad luck to follow but… Even thinking that felt alien to him.

He could have good luck forever. He could have bad luck forever. That was statistically unlikely, of course. Either way, he had no control over it.

“Oh, Izuku!”

“H-hi, Mom,” he said, and let his mother fuss over him. He wasn’t up for much conversation at the moment, unfortunately.

Behind her, Mr. Yagi, walked in and quietly shut the door.

“Um,” said Izuku, “a-am I in trouble? I mean, I know, I know that I technically killed someone with my quirk, but, uh. I did do that. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, you’re here to arrest me, I–”

“Nonsense, Young Izuku! If anyone tries to charge you for that man accidentally killing himself with his own quirk, I will simply eat them.”

“And that’s if they get through me, first,” said his mother, pleasantly.

“Oh,” said Izuku. “So, why…?”

“Two reasons,” said Mr. Yagi. “First, I wanted to thank you. I’ve spent my entire career trying to get rid of that man.”

Izuku nodded. ‘Get rid of’ was pretty ambiguous, here, but Izuku was the last person who could blame him for trying to kill the guy.

“The other thing I wanted to talk to you about…” Here, Mr. Yagi got that look on his face. “I want to talk to you about a quirk called One for All.”

#bnha #fic #my fic

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kingkatsuki · 11 months

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Bakugou Katsuki & @twoloveswords

How you meet.

Your friends had left you on the outskirts of the crowd to go inside for the next bands set, leaving you with a drink in your hand and a good view of the stage where you promised to meet them after the set.

Unfortunately, this left you exposed to any asshole coming in or out of the crowd who thought they’d chance their luck. And some may have even had a chance, if it wasn’t for them breaking the cardinal rule— don’t talk over the fucking music.

Maybe you shouldn’t have stood quite so close to the bar… Here you were trying to watch the band performing on stage and some prick thought it was a good idea to try and chat you up.

“I’m really not—” You were quickly losing your patience, but another voice caught you by surprise.

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass.” A voice growled from behind you as he grabbed the drunk guy roughly, pulling him away from you by the scruff of his neck as he led him towards an empty patch of grass, “She ain’t interested.”

“But Kacchan, she’s wearing sexy butt pants.” You snorted at this as he dropped to the floor, covering his face with his hands as he groaned.

“Jesus christ,” Bakugou groaned as he stood up, eyes focused back on the stage where the artist was performing as he stood beside his drunk friend.

It wasn’t until after the set that the blond returned to your side while you waited for your friends to emerge from the crowd, motioning to the guy who now appeared to be sleeping it off.

“Sorry about him, he’s an asshole drunk— he’s an asshole sober too.” He added as an afterthought.

“It’s fine,” You laughed as you take a sip of your drink, looking back at Denki and shaking your head, “I’m guessing he can’t hold his drink?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “And I got stuck on babysitting duty apparently.”

“Kats!” A burly redhead shouted as he held his palm in the air towards the blond.

“Ain’t no way Kacchan’s talking to a girl.” A pink haired girl practically shoved him out of the way to introduce herself to you.

“Oi, what the fuck?” His complaint fell on deaf ears as she began talking to you like she’d known you for years.

You spend the rest of the festival on the side of the crowd with Bakugou while both your friendship groups disappear inside, glad that it’s like having your own personal guard dog so you can dance and enjoy yourself without more creeps trying to interrupt the music.

Even when the festival is over you leave without Bakugou’s number, and the regret weighs heavy on your mind because you wished you’d been braver and asked him for his— but luckily for you Mina is already out here playing matchmaker because the next day you receive a message from an unknown number and it ends up being Bakugou🥺

#jos festival matchups #ask games #ask game

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luna-dove · 30 days

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Heyy!!! Could could I maybe please request a Bakugou x Reader (ftm pls?) Where after training he drags reader into the locker room showers and fucks us in the shower pretty please?

Lots of love -💚

Always love some casual locker room sex!!

Plot: You beat Bakugo in training. You just couldn't stop rubbing it in, so he showed you he could still win when where it really matters..

You have finally done the impossible. You beat Bakugo in training. And you wanted to shout it from the rooftops. So you told anyone who wanted to listened. You beat him. Kicked his ass, and you'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Bakugo heard it all. Getting angrier with each sentence. You barely beat him, in all honesty, but no way would you ever admit that. You had your story, and you were sticking to it. You couldn't even shut up in the locker room, talking about it right next to him.

"Heh, yeah, I kicked his ass! Made him totally beg for mercy.." You dramatized your story proudly, before he wrapped one of his hands around your neck.

"One more word. One more fucking word, nerd, and you'll live to regret it." He would snarl into your ear, before letting go. But you had to push your luck.

Hah, scared I'll kick your fucking ass again?!" You just had to be cocky, but there was rage behind his eyes. The moment everyone but you and him had left, he dragged you over the shower by your hair, ignoring your yelps and cries.

"W-Wait, Kacchan-"

"Shut the hell up, you fucking nerd. You think it's funny, bragging about how you beat me? You know I was tired, and I was going to let it slide, but no, you just had to open your big fucking mouth.." He would growl out, slamming you into the shower wall and ripping off your boxers. "Hmph. Already fucking soaked, it's so pitiful.." He would slam into you at full force. "You beat me? Well, round 2, nerd. Let's see who lasts longer."

He would start to slam into you over and over again, griping your hips to keep you in place, calling you a good slut. His good little boy toy. You couldn't help but let out loud, almost screaming moans as he did this. But you had to hold back, you had to focus, beat him again..

But, you caved before he did, your knees buckling as you clenched tightly around him, your eyes rolling back in your head. And that was only your first.

He made you scream out that he was number 1, he was better, and he would always win where it matters. He would make you finish 5 times, before he finally finished inside you with a low groan, gripping your hips tightly.

He would slowly pull out, turning the shower on, and beginning to wash your body.

"Enjoy your break, nerd. The moment it's over, you're coming to my dorm.."

#fanfic #nsft concept #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader #they gave me the idea #slvtty

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velvetdaydream1 · 9 months

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okay but a spiderdeku fiction where Deku is Peter Parker, Ochako is Gwen Stacy, and Bakugou is MJ?? I already wrote chapter one! It's not the best written thing but oh well

Chapter 1: Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya Izuku. He was a 1st year at the top school in Japan, UA. The school is best know for their incredible their academics. All their students go off to have high end jobs. Engineerings, Policemen, Scientists, Doctors, and some even go on to working in the government. The entrance exam is always called brutal, even by students that got in. Izuku's always dreamed of getting into that school. He planned on becoming a great scientist like the man he looked up to, Yagi Toshinori. The man made some amazing discoverys and worked with pretty high up agencies. Yagi was also known for creating books of his own. The man pretty much did whatever he put his kind too. A lot of people loved his one and only fictonal book about a hero named All Migh, which he based off himself. That became pretty popular. So yeah, Izuku aimed on going to the school he did, UA.

Izuku was a smart kid, always passed and had amazing grades in all his classes. He even had his own notebook full of his own theories and noted his own discoveries. He knew a lot about science and anatomy. He was just smarted when it came to those things and they interested him the most. He loved learning new things and discovering how things work and why they work that way. It was incredible. Though, middle school, people bullied him for it. They called him "weird" or made fun of him for being so nerdy and how lonely he was. Izuku didn't understand why, some of these people even use to be his friend. Like Bakugou Katsuki, who he calls Kacchan. Bakugou and Izuku were close as kids, yes, but once they hit middle school, everything changed.

Bakugou was popular. Bakugou was good at sports. Bakugou was one of the top student. He was so much better than Izuku. Well, thats what everyone thought and said, including some teachers. When they got older, Bakugou started getting more athletic and signed up for multiple sports. His favorite was soccer and baseball. So the boy did sports all year. People were amazed with how he worked his way around being on two teams for different sports sometimes, depending on what he wanted to play that year. He was taller, standing at 5'11 and was pretty muscular.

Izuku was nothing like him. He wasn't good at sports. Trust him, Bakugou, when still keeping up with his friendship with Izuku, tried getting Izuku to sign up but Izuku could not do it. He had horrible asthma and having glasses while doing this was just annoying. He was just a 5'5, skinny nerd. The only thing he had going for him was his grades. Eventually, when Bakugou gave up on him and joined in on the kids who bullied Izuku, he started competing with everything. He even started the whole "Deku" nickname. He grew a huge ego, thinking he was better than Izuku and everyone else. He started tormenting Izuku when he got a high grade than Bakugou so Izuku started getting some things wrong to go down a couple points. Not to the point he was barely passing, just enough to get Bakugou to stop. Bakugou would still comment, yes. The occasional "look, you got stupid" or "HA, i did better than you damn nerd," but nothing more than that.

Bakugou told Izuku not to apply to UA, but he did anyways which pissed Bakugou off. But Izuku didn't care. He would accomplish his dreams no matter how many times Bakugou and his little friends would tell him that he wouldn't. He would never be as good as some of the other big named people like Todoroki Enji, Yagi Toshinori, Usagiyama Rumi. But he could try. Besides it wasn't like he would be in the same class as Bakugou.

But he was wrong. They both ended up in cpass 1A. To his luck, Bakugou had barelt talked to him despite being sat sitting in front of Izuku. He would still call him Deku, but the name grew on him. Why? Uraraka Ochako is why.

She was one of the first people Izuku befriended. She was a short, blubby, brunette which the most beautiful eyes, Izuku thought. She changed the reason she likes the name Deku. So he let her call him that. Izuku befriended almost the whole class. Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, and Uraraka Ochako were his closest friends. Ochako was close to all plus Ashido Mina and Asui Tsuyu. Izuku loved his class. He loved his teacher. He loved his friends. He loved who he was becoming.

Then he realized he grew feeling for his best friend Ochako. Everyone already knew Ochako had feelings for him, they were shocked it took Izuku almost all school year to realize his own feelings for her. He was very awkward about it. He would over think it too. Say things to cause them both to get flustered. Mina encouraged Ochako to confess and Kirishima and Shouto encouraged Izuku to confess too. They eventually confessed at the same time. They both smiled and blushed then became an official couple.

They were cute and sweet. They would study together and bring each other over to each other's home. Their parents adored them. Inko would always cook for Ochako, always her favorite and would even buy her mochi. Ochako's parents always made sure to mention something Izuku liked and listened whenever he would ramble on and on about it. That's what he could appreciate about the Urarakas. They listened to his rambles. They were such a kind family. And Ochako. He could and would go on about her beauty. He loved her pink cheeks, how she tap her tips on her fingers together when she's nervous, how she was passionate on becoming a doctor, her love for anything sweet, her favorite animals being dogs, her favorite colors being purple and pink, how non judmeental she is.

Ochako actually helped Izuku realized he was bisexual. The whole night was interesting. They were talking about past crushes and Ochako made him realized he definitely had a crush on Bakugou when he was younger. When it finally clicked that was what she was telling him it was, he just stared at her causing her to laugh. She didn't care though. He realized it and then moved on with his girlfriend.

Now, present time, they were starting their second year. It was the first day back. Izuku told his mom by after getting ready then rushed to Ochako's home to they could walk together. He saw her waiting. He ran over and when she saw him, a smile grew on her face.

"Deku!!!" She started waving.

"Hi, Ochako." He smiled as he reached her, he bent down and gave her a small peck on the lips.

She held his hand as they began to walk. "I'm so excited to see everyone again!" She said cheerfully.

He nodded. "Yeah, I got to see Iida and Todoroki over break but evergone else will be exciting."

"Yeah!!! Plus they finsihed the dorms so we can officially move in next week." She smiled. "It'll be nice to see tou everyday."

"Yeah. I can't wait for what this year will bring!"

They made it onto the school ground where they saw some members of their class. Denki immediately saw Izuku and rushed over to him.

"Hey man! I'm glad to see you again!" He said with a grin and threw his arm over his shoulder. "Glad to see you and your girl are still doing well."

Izuku and Ochako blushed, "Mhm, good to see you too." He said

"Did you make any progress with Jirou?" Ochako asked leaning over to face Denki.

He made a face. "I haven't exactly been brave enough to. What if she doesnt like me?"

"Don't worry, Denki! Maybe this year me and Deku can help you!" She smiled.

Denki formed a small smile on his face. "You guys would do that?"

"Of course, you're our friend after all, plus Ochako's friends with Jirou."

He trapped them both into a hug. "I own you guys so much!!!" Then he ran off.

Izuku looked down at his girlfriend, "You're a great person, you know." He kissed her forhead.

She giggled, "I'm only helping my friends."

"Yeah, getting into a relationship, that can change a person's life. Like how you changed mine, you're probably the most important thing to me."

Ochako softly smiled at her boyfriend. "You are to me too. That's why I'm never leaving you!!!" She tightly hugged him.

He started laughing and almost fell due to how hard she hugged him. "Yeah yeah, I'm glad you aren't."

They continued their walk into the school, making it to their class. Mina immediately pulled Ochako away from her side to caught up. Izuku watched his girlfriend laugh with her friends as he made his way to his seat. He accidentally bumped into someone, while not paying attention to where he was walking as he looked at Ochako.

He fell to the ground. "Ah- I'm so sorry-" He looked up to see who he ran into. Katsuki.

He hasn't talked to him for the longest time. The most they talked was for school work or if Kirishima decided to hang out with Izuku during class. Bakugou was always with Kirishima. It was odd to see, Bakugou following someone around. Though, he acted as if Kirishima was the one following him.

"Kacchan! I'm so sorry. I should been paying attention." Izuku's voice cracked a bit. Last time he bumped into him during middle school, Bakugou pushed him and yelled.

To his surprise, Bakugou reached his hand out. "You're fine, nerd. C'mon, get up before sensei comes in."

Izuku hesitated, but took his hand as Bakugou pulled him up. Bakugou didn't say anything else, just moved past him to take his seat. Izuku stood their a little surprise. He took his seat, staring at the back of Bakugou's head. Sure, it seemed dumb, but why did Bakugou do that one nice thing for him?

Aizawa had walked in, breaking him thoughts as he heard everyone running to their seats. He looked over to Ochako who was already looking at him, giving him a smile. He smiled back then turned his attention back onto their teacher.

"Welcome back class. Glad to see you're all here. We're going ahead and beginning with the assignments. You know how classes work, you'll see the other teachers later, however we have an assignment for me." Izuku looked over to Ochako who mouthed 'I hope its a group project so I can see you more,' he smiled and nodded. "You'll be spilt into groups of three. Before anyone says anything, yes that means they'll be one group with two, but we decided to have Shinso join that group since he is switching into this class later this school year. Anyways, this project is simply to see how well we all work together. Last year, you all filled out a sheet explaining what exactly you want your career path to be. This will be an exercise for that. We picked your groups out depending on what you want your career to be. Even if its something similar, you all wanted something different. So, for the past months there has been crimes happening that are all similar. We decided while the police figure out and actually take action, we want you all to come up with your own theories and figure out things you have spotted that could genuinely help the case. You come to me. Even if its something you spotted on the crime scene photos."

Izuku genuinely was excited about it. I mean, it was a weird assignment and it definitely seemed like this was a way if finding information the authorities don't know. Either way, it'll still be fun.

"Okay, here are your groups. Kaminari, Kirishima, and Shinso. Sato, Koda, Mineta. Sero, Todoroki, and Tokoyami. Ojiro, Hagakure, and Shoji. Ashido, Asui, and Aoyama. Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Jirou. And the last group, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Bakugou. You'll have by end December to finish your assignments. You'll start working on them after school today. I'll leave you alone for you to work with your partners and figuring what you want to do and how to set up your stuff."

Everyone got up and went to their partners. Izuku was happy to work with Ochako, but he felt his stomach drop when he realized he had to work with Bakugou almost everyday. What if Bakugou made it hell for him and Ochako.

Bakugou turned around to face him. Izuku, expecting something rude to fall out from his mouth. But instead..

"So I gotta third wheel with you and cheeks?" The tone Bakugou use made it sound like he was attempting to joke, there was an awkward smile plastered on his face as well.

"Heh, i guess.." He said awkwardly.

Ochako ran over and stood behind Izuku, wrapping her arms over his shoulders, putting her chin on his head. "Yay! I get to work with my smart boyfriend. Oh and you too, you're pretty smart, Bakugou!"

"Pretty smart?? I'm SUPER smart!" He said, like usual yelling. No more of the awkward kindness he showed Izuku.

"That's what I meant! Either way, I'm excited. Maybe after school we should wait for each other by the entrance and then we could go to a coffee shop that me and Deku usually go to! That way we can talk about what all we need to do!"

"That's not a bad idea, 'Chako. I could work with that, what about you Kacchan?" Izuku asked smiling.

"Tch, yeah that'll work."

They talked for a couple more minutes. Izuku was kinda shocked to see how well Katsuki and Ochako were getting along. He did see Ochako as sweet and kind so he couldn't see anyone not liking her.

The school day went on, Izukh kept his mind on the assignment, thinking of what they could do. The day eventually came to and end and students were clearing out. Izuku started packing when he saw Bakugou and Ochako standing over him.

"Are you ready to go, Deku?" Ochako asked.

"Just give me a minute, you two go on."

"Okay, don't take forever nerd!!" Bakugou shouted as he walked off.

"Alright, see you in a minute," She kissed his head. "Bakugou wait up!" He heard her call out as she ran.

Izuku was getting his stuff packed when he noticed as spider when he went to grab his pencil. It aas pretty big. Very fuzzy too. It eas emerald green with black legs and huge, blue eyes.

"Wow, aren't you pretty." Izuku said out loud. He grabbed his phone taking a picture of it. He had never seen a spider like that before. Once he snapped a picture, he put down his phone seeing it was gone. He shrugged and grabbed his pencil, then he felt a bite. And it hurt.

"OW!" He yelled. He looked at his hand to see the spider, biting him. He slapped the spider causing it to fall to the group. He grabbed his bag and left the school.

Izuku saw the two standing at the door bickering about something. "Hey guys!" He called out as he walked over.

"Damn, took you long enough, Deku!" Bakugou shouted.

"Sorry, I saw this spider-"

"HA, your excuse is because of a stupid spider?" Bakugou scoffed.

Ochako sent him a glare. "Dont mind him, what did the spider look like?"

"I got a picture of it." He pulled out his phone, showing them the spider. They both looked at it and raised their brows.

"I never seen a spider that looked so damn ugly. Or even that green." Bakugou said.

"Awww it's green like you! But yeah, I've never seen a spider like that."

"Me either. The dumb thing bit me though."

"Welp. Let's hope its not venomous and kills you."

Ochako hit his shoulder. "Bakugou!"

"What?? I'm being serious, I'm not wishing death upon him at least!" He defended.

"It's fine, Ochako. Let's just go to the coffee shop. The bite just itches but it'll be fine."

Little did Izuku know thag one spider would change his life forever.

#bkdk #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #urakara ochako #katsuki bakugo mha #spiderdeku

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lostkrbkaccount · 2 years

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Bkdk siblings

Deku: so you and Kirishima?

Baku: what about it?

Deku: are you two, like together?

Baku: NO!

Deku: but you like him, right?

Baku: I don't hate the idiot.

Deku: when are you gonna ask him-

Baku: I don't have time for this, nerd. Just leave me alone Deku!

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Deku: so you and kacchan?

Kiri: what about him?

Deku: are you two dating?

Kiri: haha no man, does it seems that way? I guess that's cuz we're so close.

Deku: do you like him?

Kiri: sure, he's a great friend!

Deku: no I mean, as more than friends. Do you like him?

Kiri: don't tell him, but yeah.

Deku: it's kinda obvious..

Kiri: really?

Deku: yeah.

Kiri: he's a great guy.

Deku: you gonna ask him out?

Kiri: I'd love to but I'm sure he'd say no. Romance isn't really his thing plus he's gotta focus on being the best!

Deku: I see. Well I wish you both well. I hope he finds time for you.

Kiri: thanks man, oh and good luck with Uraraka!

Deku: huh?

Kiri: cuz you like her.

Deku: oh right yeah! Well we're-

Kiri: dating?

Deku: don't tell anyone, okay?

Kiri: your secret is safe with me!

Deku: same here.

#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bakushima #krbk #izuocha

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sexykatsuki17 · 2 years

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Bakugo Katsuki was currently at the gym where he was working out with his friend Eijiro Kirishima. They were doing Ab workouts. Bakugo skipped Breakfast that morning and his stomach was beginning to piss him off. Hey Bakubro? Kirishima said What the hell do you want, shitty hair? Bakugo asked I uhm Can’t help but hear your stomach growling. Did you skip breakfast? Kirishima asked Bakugo, `` What do you think? Did you see me eat anything? Bakugo asked No Kirishima said then use your fucking brain yeah I skipped Breakfast Bakugo said quite annoyed.

Kirishima looked at Bakugo but why? Kirishima asked Bakugo looked at him with a look that means leave me the hell alone. Kirishima was worried about Bakugo he was worried that Bakugo wasn’t eating. Hey Dumb ass let’s go Bakugo said okay Kirishima said. Hey I’ve been thinking how about we play a game Kirishima said What the Fuck? we aren’t in kindergarten no more dumbass Bakugo said as he gently rubbed his stomach. That’s not what I meant dude Kirishima said I meant let’s play I dare you Kirishima said.

Bakugo smirked okay how about I dare you to leave me the hell alone Bakugo said Okay but First I dare you to go Grocery shopping with me. Kirishima said ugh fine Bakugo said so Bakugo and Kirishima went to the store. Okay I’ll go this way and you go that way Kirishima said Don’t tell me what to do I’ll go wherever I want Bakugo said.

Kirishima laughed when he went to get some food even if Bakugo didn’t want to fill his stomach. Kirishima will, so he got some food. Meanwhile Bakugo went to get himself some more Protein powder and shakes. When he finished, Kirishima was still shopping. Will he hurry up Bakugo said just as his stomach let out a hunger growl Bakugo gently rubbed his starving organ, Kirishima soon came back with a shopping cart full of food. It's about time your slow ass came. Who are you trying to feed an army? Bakugo asked Kinda Kirishima said.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. When they got back to U.A Bakugo went to his room while Kirishima was cooking the food. Something smells good Midoriya said walking into the kitchen. Yeah I'm making Bakugo the manliest feast ever Kirishima said how come? Midoriya asked because he skipped Breakfast and lunch. Kirishima said aw Kacchan Midoriya said Kirishima smiled. He must've done this when you guys were younger huh? Kirishima asked yeah he would sometimes go all day without eating anything midoriya said

Ah, Kirishima said. Alright good luck you know how picky Kacchan is about his food Midoriya said thanks man Kirishima said.

Bakugo laid down in his room looking at his phone when he soon heard a knock on his door. Go the hell away Bakugo said the Knocking continued Bakugo got up I said go the fuck away Bakugo opened the door. It was Kirishima. What the hell do you want? Bakugo asked I want you to come to my room Kirishima asked Why Bakugo asked. Can I not spend time with my best friend? Kirishima asked Quit, trying to be around the bush, if you want something just say it you asshole Bakugo said It’s a surprise. Kirishima said. Bakugo’s stomach let out a loud hunger growl. Tch just piss off Bakugo said closing his door. But Kirishima’s foot stopped him. I dare you to come to my room Kirishima said. Bakugo looked very angry but he agreed. This better be good or I’ll blast your fucking face off. Bakugo said don’t worry it's good Kirishima said as he opened his room door.

Bakugo’s stomach growled Immediately as he saw a huge spread of food Kirishima had BBQ smoked ribs drenched in sauce, Bacon cheeseburgers, Meaty spicy Burritos, Hard and soft shell tacos, spicy Ramen, sprinkled Donuts, sushi, Oven baked Mac & cheese, angel hair Pasta, Meat loaf, Matcha Kit Kits, Fluffy White rice, Japanese Curry Bread Chocolate and Vanilla cupcakes, fresh Strawberry cheesecake, hot dogs, spicy Chili, spicy curry, Buffalo wings. And to drink Apple juice and cherry vanilla Dr Pepper.

Oi what’s all this for? Bakugo asked it’s all for you. Kirishima said Bakugo got upset. I don't need you cooking for me. Do you Remember our game? Kirishima asked with a smirk on his face yeah so? Bakugo said Kirishima’s smile got wider. What are you Implying? Bakugo asked I dare you to eat all of this food Kirishima said Really? Shitty hair, this is easy peasy Bakugo said Okay then let's see then Kirishima said you doubting me punk? Bakugo asked just as his stomach growled hungrly. No, I'm not doubting you. Kirishima said good, Bakugo said, taking his seat.

Bakugo started his feast with the spicy Burritos. He ate them at a rapid speed he ate all 6 of them in no time. He then moved to the Bacon cheese burgers. Is it good man? Kirishima asked Fuck off Bakugo said shallowing his food Kirishima smiled. Bakugo soon took a sip of his Dr. Pepper after a 3 long sips, Bakugo took the Bottle away from his lips and he Belched loudly.

BURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEECCCHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bakugo belched before he continues eating. Katsuki moved on to the tacos he ate the soft shell first and then the hard shell. Bakugo felt his stomach beginning to growl softly but he didn’t pay attention to it.

Bakugo kept eating all the food he moved to eating the BBQ smoked ribs. The growling in Bakugo’s belly got a little louder. Oh shut it and die Bakugo said Kirishima smiled at his friend. What are you smiling about? Bakugo asked oh nothing Kirishima said Bakugo rolled his eyes before taking another sip of soda.

Bakugo took 5 sips before he belched loudly for 15 minutes

BBBBUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP-BBBBBEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHUUUUP!!!!!

Oh fuck Bakugo moaned before belching loudly again

BBBBEEEEELLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH-BBBBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPGGGGGGUPPPP!!!!!

Bakugo’s belly started to loudly growl

BBBBBBUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!

Oh shit gosh Bakugo moaned before he moved on to eating his Mac & cheese. Aww, kirishima could see Bakugo’s belly button. Here man take your shirt off kirishima said what? You dumbass, why would I remove my shirt? Bakugo asked so that your belly can breathe kirishima said

Bakugo’s eyes widened before he belched,

FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK OOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!

Bakugo’s stomach growled loudly ugh, my stomach growling is always loud when I consume cheese Bakugo moaned kirishima just listened to Bakugo’s stomach. Bakugo moved on to eating the chili and hot dogs, then he ate the curry and the ramen and the buffalo wings.

BBBBBEEEEEELLLLLLLCCCCHHHHHHHHHH-BBBBUUUURRREPPPP!!!!!!

BBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP-BBBBBBBEEEEEEELLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

BBBBBBBBUUUUUUYUGGGGGGGGLLLLKKKKKUUUUUUPPPPPOOO-GGGGHHHHHCCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!

Bakugo belched loudly. Bakugo moved to eating the sushi and the fluffy white rice, the meatloaf, and lastly the spicy Japanese curry buns.

Oh my belly Bakugo groaned. Awww man look at you, Kirishima said gently rubbing Bakugo’s stomach. *Hiccup* don’t touch my stomach Bakugo said, smacking Kirishima’s hand away.

Sorry man here, Kirishima said he unbuttoned Bakugo’s jeans. I said don’t touch

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Bakugo loudly belched. His stomach growled loudly constantly. Bakugo went a little green in the face as he kept burping.

Ugh Bakugo moaned as he moved on to eating the desserts.

He started with the box of sprinkled donuts the more Bakugo ate the louder his stomach growled. He then moved on to the Matcha Kit Kits, then the cookie dough ice cream, the confetti cupcakes and lastly the Strawberry cheese cake.

Bakugo’s stomach was the size of a beach ball and it felt like one as well. Bakugo soon drinked all of his Dr Pepper and he downed the Apple juice.

Bakugo belched extremely loudly

BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP-GGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!!!

Bakugo rubbed his throat when it ended ugh I feel like I’m gonna throw up Bakugo said. Here come lay down Kirishima said Bakugo didn’t feel like arguing so he went to lay down on the couch.

Kirishima gently massaged Bakugo’s belly as it gurgled loudly. Bakugo moaned as the gentle rubbing felt good; it soon put Bakugo to sleep. He usually fell into a Food coma if he ate too much. So Kirishima spent the whole night massaging his friend's upset gurgling belly.

Bakugo must say it wasn’t to bad letting his best friend cook for him. Kirishima always knew the right spots to rub his stuffed belly.

#bakugou katsuki #kirishima ejirou #growling stomach #stomach-noises #stomach gurgling #upset stomach #follower request #mild cussing #over eating #feeling sick

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maladaptivedaydreamers · 2 years

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Trailer for Dressed to Perfect (2)

Mina: pic

Mina: honestly thought you would be with Midoriya :(( But yeah, Kirishima said you both were all over each other.

Y/N: WE WERE DRUNK

Mina: Hell yeah you were, all of us were, we had to call Iida, you know him, Ingenium, he was not happy AHAAHAHH

Mina: Sleeping with your new boss though, sounds like a fairytale

Mina: Good luck facing him on your first day tomorrow Y/N ;pp

Deku: We have a mission downtown today, drink some medicine and take her home.

Bakugo: The fuck are you talking about? Mina?

Deku: No! I meant Y/N! Is she okay?

Bakugo: why the fuck should I care

Deku: Kacchan, how about you call her? She came home with you last night.

Bakugo: she’s gone

Deku: Oh, okay, just be here in 5 hours, alright?

Deku: at least call her to make sure she's okay

Bakugo: I got it yeah

#bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #reader x bakugo #bakugo katuski #bakugou imagine #mha bakugou #baku #bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #maladaptivedaydreamerspost #maladaptivedaydreamers

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valleyrunearchives · 1 year

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 38/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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“Your luck fucking sucks, Nerd,” Katsuki tells Izuku after the greenette gets through telling his adventure of the week to him, Eijirou, and Tenya (who started joining them at Izuku’s invitation).

“I totally wasn’t aware of that, Kacchan, thanks,” Izuku replies sarcastically.

“Seriously, bro, how is it that you got kidnapped by a pro hero to avoid being kidnapped by a villain?” Eijirou asks, still confused a bit by how that makes any sense.

“I concur!” Tenya adds, throwing up a sharp hand movement, “How any pro hero could possibly come to the conclusion that that is the best course of action should have their license re-reviewed! A minor was in danger and that was his best thought on how to fix the situation?!”

“Look, I kind of get it but that doesn’t mean I like it either,” Izuku shakes his head, taking a sip of his coffee, “He did apologize to me. I didn’t accept it. I don’t forgive him for it either, I really don't. But I do get why he tried to save me the way he did. So I guess I’m a little grateful. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would be strapped to some lab table somewhere right now being experimented on by a crazy person.”

“True,” Eijirou scowls with the begrudging acceptance.

Tenya nods, “And at least, Shouta-san and Hizashi-san were swift enough to put together a search and rescue team.”

“Yeah. They really fucking care about you, Nerd,” Katsuki says before adding near silently under his breath, “I’m glad.”

Tenya, not hearing the end part, immediately went to bat for Hizashi and Shouta. Understandable. They were two of his brother’s best friends. Katsuki just rolled his eyes at the tirade now leaving Tenya’s mouth. Izuku just smiles fondly and whispers quietly back to the blonde, “Thanks.”

Katsuki’s response was a sniff and a small, almost imperceptible nod. Katsuki language for, “yeah of course. You’re welcome.” Eijirou grins at him, already having picked up on how Katsuki speaks without talking. He wasn’t fluent in it yet but he was for sure learning that body language and actions spoke louder for Katsuki than actual words did. Tenya didn’t know that yet but he would probably also eventually pick up on the fact that Katsuki often means more than he says. Izuku has good friends.

“Where’s that chick you met the other week, by the way?” Katsuki asks, still ignoring Tenya’s lecture on treating Izuku’s foster parents with respect, “Did you forget to send her a damn invite, Nerd?”

“No. I did invite her. She said she couldn’t afford the train ticket this week either. I think she was disappointed about it too…” Izuku said sadly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Why not just fucking ask your foster dads to cover a ticket for her? I’m sure they would.”

“Oh, no! I couldn’t possibly ask that of them! They already do so much taking care of me,” Izuku declines immediately, hands flailing in front of him.

“Yeah because they’re damn well supposed to. You know? As your fucking foster dads?” The look Katsuki gives him is nothing short of deadpan.

“Regardless,” he presses firmly, trying to get his point across, “It just wouldn’t feel right to ask them to pay for a train ticket every week just for Uraraka-san to come down to meet you guys and then visit us!”

“Izuku-kun, you know money is no issue with Hizashi-san and Shouta-san, correct? Bakugou-san is correct - though I loathe to admit - that both would be willing to pay for a ticket for her if it would make you happy,” Tenya gently informs him.

Katsuki flips the youngest Iida off for the comment about loathing to admit he was right, which Tenya immediately scoffed in affrontement at. Izuku looks down at his shoes as he thinks about that statement. Sure, they really probably wouldn’t mind if he did ask. But it just didn’t feel right to him. Especially with all that they’ve done for him already.

“Bro, why not just ask and offer to pay them back?” Eijirou suggests, “If they say that you should, you do some odd jobs to pay them back. If they say not to worry about it, then you know you can treat it like a gift. That was you’ll at least have asked and offered an out for yourself to not feel guilty over.”

“That’s… actually pretty smart, Eiji,” Izuku smiles at the red head, “Alright. I’ll do that. Maybe by this time next week we’ll actually have a meeting session between you guys and Uraraka-chan!”

Eijirou cheers in excitement while Katsuki and Tenya just silently agree with him. Tenya speaks up again after a moment where they all pause to take more sips of their coffee, “I’ve been meaning to ask by the way; what of your aptitude test? Has Nedzu-san gotten back to you with the results?”

“Not yet,” Izuku shakes his head, “Shouta thinks he’ll get back to us by the end of this week. Hizashi says that he’s fairly certain Nedzu-san had it graded by the end of the day I took it but is keeping it quiet to build suspense. Knowing Nedzu-san and his vindictive streak, I think he’s right. But I don’t know who he’s trying to build suspense for; myself or Hizashi and Shouta.”

“Both, probably,” Katsuki chimes in, “I know he kept the whole damn reason about why he was investigating Aldera from me until the very end to build suspense. He probably also purposely made sure to tell me at the end of the school day because he knew I would get fucking pissed and come find you.”

“Especially since he did it on a Tuesday,” Izuku says conspiratorially, mind putting puzzle pieces together, “He probably found out from the street cameras that I was meeting up with you and Eijirou. My guess is it happened right after he figured out my identity from them.”

“You know he found out about it through the street cameras?” Eijirou asks, glancing at one he can see out the window of the coffee shop.

Izuku rolls his eyes at that, “It’s Nedzu-san. He’s the smartest being in the world. It would be more surprising to me if he didn’t have every camera in all of Japan hackable at the touch of a button.” Katsuki grunts in agreement with that statement.

“Note to self: be sure to be on my best behavior when in front of street cameras,” Eijirou mumbles to himself. Izuku giggles at that. He’s probably not wrong about that though. Especially if he was thinking of going to UA for high school; Wouldn’t do for the principal to know all of your secrets before you even arrive there. Probably doesn’t help that both of your friend’s foster dads work for said principal by teaching at the school either.

It brings another thought to his mind. UA.

It was his dream school when he was a child. The best of the best heroes graduated from UA. But what about now? Does he still dream of getting in? He could always do the support course. Or even just the general education course. Is that what he wants though?

Is UA still his dream even if it’s not the hero course?

He supposes he’ll have to think about it a bit more deeply. Maybe talk with Shouta and Hizashi about it. No wait. He should actually talk to Nemuri-san about it. He thinks she would be more partial to helping him fully think it over than his foster dads trying to get him to go to their alma mater. Well… one of his foster dads. Hizashi’s the only one who would really push him to go to UA. He’d probably cite things like how amazing he’d be and how smart he is and how great he’d do. But he doesn’t need that right now. He needs to figure out if this is something he would want or if he needs to leave that dream in the past.

Regardless, he’ll worry about it later. For right now, he’ll just enjoy the time he’s spending with his friends.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #vigilante izuku #izuku midoryia #iida tenya #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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Talking

Encounter before this

A/N: Talks of self-harm.

Third Person P.o.V

“Hiva, did you hear any of that?” Kyoka asked as she moved the headphones away from Hiva’s ears. Denki tried to signal a warning but relaxed when Hiva just turned to her. “We’re going to the school pool over summer break. You gonna come?” Hiva shook her head.

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t swim.”

“Then why don’t you come to just hang out?” Hiva shook her head. “You sure? I don’t want you feeling left out.”

“Thank you, but I’m sure.” Denki frowned slightly as Kyoka walked away, and Hiva tilted her head.

“You okay?” He nodded and left a quick kiss on her lips.

"Just a little curious." Hiva tilted her head but then nodded. She made a small 'come here' motion and Denki leaned forward.

“I can't swim,” she whispered. “And I don't want to go and not swim.”

“I could teach you,” Denki offered.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

---

“Baby!” Hiva grunted at the weight that suddenly collided with her. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I got ‘Veeves’ed,” she mumbled with a glare in Izuku’s direction. Said boy smiled innocently, and Hiva flipped him off. Denki tilted his head at the interaction. “He has Kacchan for Katsuki and Veeves for me. I hate it!” Izuku’s smile became a guilty one. “Now I’m Veeves again, meaning I can never say no to him again.”

“Why?” Denki asked.

“Because I’m not a monster!” Hiva exclaimed. “Little shit always guilting me into things!”

“I’m sorry, Veeves,” Izuku squeaked.

“Stop apologizing!” Hiva ordered.

“This is what talking to you is like,” Denki joked.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.” Denki flicked her forehead, and she nodded. “Ah, I did it again.”

---

Hiva looked up when her notebook was snatched from her hands. Her angry look fell when she met red eyes. “Whatcha doin’?” Katsuki asked as Hiva moved to the side to give him some room.

“Just a project.” She tried to snatch the notebook back when Katsuki sat next to her, but he moved it out of her reach to read what she had.

“‘Aiko: Puppeteer, Hajime: Luck,’” Katsuki read, “and your name just has a question mark.” Katsuki handed the notebook back to Hiva with a raised eyebrow. “What kind of project is that?”

“I’m just trying to find the similarities between some Quirks,” Hiva answered. “Took a break to just refresh, and now I’m coming back to it since it’s summer. It gives me time to actually get things done."

"That's a weird project."

“I know.” They both sighed and faced forward. “What are you doing over here anyway?”

"Deku secretly hit me with 'The Look.'" Hiva shivered at that. "Yeah, you're the only one that works on.”

“You just pretend it doesn’t.” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“I wasn't gonna do anything, but I don't want a repeat." Katsuki held his hand out, and Hiva chuckled.

“I didn’t realize we were still five,” she teased as she took his hand anyway. “Damn, Zuzu.” Hiva sighed before doing what the green-haired boy obviously wanted. “I’m sorry I punched you.”

“I’m sorry I said you weren’t my friend,” Katsuki mumbled.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you even after you warned me it wasn’t the time.”

“I’m sorry for saying you’re Kirishima’s bitch.”

“Yeah! Everyone knows I’m yours.” Hiva laughed loudly at this, and some classmates looked over at this with surprise, only to become even more surprised to see the blonde’s soft smile.

“That’s the most out-of-character thing you’ve ever said!”

“I have a different character with you. Well, I at least try to.” Hiva smiled at Katsuki.

“I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I was stressed, and anxious, and scared. It might not make sense, but it felt like more than just a test, so there was a lot of pressure. I blew up. It’s not a good excuse, but I am really sorry.” Katsuki nodded.

“I shouldn’t have kept pushing. I said what I knew would get under your skin, and that’s not something I’m supposed to do to my best friend.” Hiva smiled and bumped shoulders with Katsuki.

“Why does it feel like you apologized in front of everyone to prove some kind of point?”

“Because I did… Veeves.”

“Fuck off, Kacchan.” Katsuki sent her a playful glare. “I forgive you.”

“I forgive you,” Katsuki repeated. “Now it’s time for me to destroy you.” Hiva yelped when Katsuki lifted her up. “Come race with us. You’re dressed for it and everything.” Hiva shook her head.

“I still can’t swim,” she told him. Katsuki dropped her back on the chair.

“Seriously?” Hiva nodded. “It’s been, like, ten years.”

“And I’ve had more water-related trauma since then,” Hiva replied. Katsuki frowned.

“You’ve never tried-”

“Getting over it?” Hiva finished. “I don't even take baths.” Hiva used her foot to push Katsuki forward. “Go beat Zuzu.”

“Hey!” Izuku called. “And you know I hate Zuzu.”

“Deal with it!” Hiva yelled back. “Rooting for you both!”

“And me?” Hiva tilted her head at Denki's teasing tone.

“I won’t lie, not really.” Denki’s jaw fell with offense. “They have speed, and you have mass murder.” Hiva hummed, and Denki took a second to catch on. “You got this Denks!”

“No!” Hanta yelled.

“Aw!” the two whined.

---

“What are you doing?” Hiva jumped at Shota’s voice and looked up at him as she pulled her headphones off.

“Just working on something,” she answered as she closed the notebook.

“Hiva, you can’t keep obsessing over this,” Shota said as he knelt down. “It’s done. Aiko can rest easy now that you’ve figured everything out.” Denki appeared by Hiva’s side and threw an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, Mr. Aizawa, Hiva said I could teach her to swim. Mind if we stay longer?”

“What?” the father and daughter asked together. Hanta joined the group now.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you minded me staying with you tonight. I wanted to hang out.” Hiva and Shota shook their heads.

“You two have an hour here,” Shota told the couple as he stood. “Sero, I suggest making your way over in an hour and a half. That gives you,” he turned to Hiva, “more than enough time to get home before Hanta.” Hanta nodded at Hiva.

“See you then.” He turned with a wave and left for the locker room.

“An hour,” Shota reminded before kissing the top of Hiva’s head. “I’m only allowing this because this is a distraction you need.” He gave Denki a warning look as he walked past, making the boy gulp. When the coast was clear, Hiva smacked Denki’s chest.

“I am not swimming!” she hissed.

“Hiva…”

“Denks, I really don’t want to.”

“Hiva, I promise I’ll be a good, careful teacher.” Hiva was still hesitant. “It’s like riding a bike, except there is no bike, and you’re in water.” Hiva shook her head.

“No, thanks.” Denki picked her up, and she squealed. “Denks, please.” Denki pouted at her, and she sighed. “Fine, just promise to not let my head go under. My one rule.” Denki slowly nodded.

“Okay.” He placed Hiva on her feet. “You might want to lose the hoodie first.” Hiva crossed her arms over the hoodie when Denki reached for it. Aza poked out from where it had been napping in her hood all day and shook its head at Denki. “Baby, it’s gonna make this harder. And it’s hot as hell.”

“I don’t feel it.” Denki sighed at her stubbornness. He unzipped the top of the hoodie, and Hiva lightly slapped his hand away. “No.” Denki gave her a done look, and Hiva let him reach for the clothing again. Denki watched black fly over her forearms and disappear into the skin. It was fast enough to make him think he had missed what he thought he saw, but Aza climbed out of Hiva's shoulder and tilted its head at Denki. “Whatcha staring at?” Denki slowly shook his head and tossed her hoodie to the side.

“Nothing.” Aza floated over to it to snuggle back in. Hiva sat at the edge of the pool.

“Do I have to do this?"

“It’s helpful,” Denki replied as he sat next to her. He dropped into the pool, and Hiva moved away from his small splash. She dipped a toe in and quickly retreated.

“But, like, how helpful?” Denki chuckled at her and waded over.

“Hiva, relax. You can touch here. You’ll be fine.” Denki wrapped his arms around Hiva’s waist, and she whined.

“Pika, I’m regretting this. Can we just go?” Denki gently took Hiva’s legs and put them in the water. She quickly turned away and tried to stand. “Nope. I’m done. We’re done here.” Denki sighed, and Hiva screamed when he pulled her into the water. “Put me back! Put me back! I’m serious! Put me back!”

“Hey, I got you,” Denki said softly. “See? You’re okay.” Hiva kept her legs secure around Denki’s waist and her arms tight around his shoulders as she calmed down. “I’m holding you. You’re okay.”

“I change my mind Denks,” Hiva whimpered. “Please?” Denki placed her back on the side of the pool, and Hiva crossed her arms.

“I’m sorry I pulled you in,” he apologized. “Can we try again? This time with you prepared?” Hiva slowly lowered herself into the water and immediately clung to Denki. “There you go.”

“Just don’t let go of me.”

“I won’t until I need to.”

“And don’t make me go under.”

“I already said I wouldn’t.” Hiva nodded and slowly relaxed. “Are you okay?” He rubbed her back as he asked his question.

“Very anxious,” Hiva answered honestly. Denki nodded.

“Okay.” Denki placed her back on the side of the pool. “Let’s do this quick then.” Denki took a few steps back and swam from one end of the pool to the other before making his way back to Hiva. “You saw what I did, right?” Hiva nodded and copied how he moved his arms in the water. “Yeah, it’s just that and some kicking. Give it a try.” Hiva held her arms out to Denki, and he chuckled as he pulled her back in. Hiva held on for a second before trying to copy his movements. She immediately started to sink, and Denki pulled her back up right before her head could go under.

“Nope, I’m done. We’re done here.” Hiva clung to Denki, and he sighed.

“You’re not gonna do well on the first try.”

“You know what I remembered?” Denki hummed.

“You sneeze, and I’m gone. I get a little too anxious, and you’re gone.” Denki had a deadpan expression.

“You wanna learn or not?”

“Not a single bit.”

---

“You did it!” Denki exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Hiva.

“That was humiliating,” she mumbled.

“Less humiliating now that you’re not doggy paddling,” Denki tried. Hiva groaned, and he chuckled. “You learn quick. You’re doing great.” Hiva smiled at him. “I mean it. You did good.” There was a sudden crack of a whip. “Midnight?”

“Yup.” Hiva looked up and smiled at Nemuri. “Hi, auntie.”

“Hello, Hiva. You two are over your time limit.” Hiva winced. “By a half-hour.” Hiva hissed.

“Sorry about that. We’ll get going.” Denki lifted Hiva onto the side of the pool, and she held her hand out to help him up. Denki squeaked when she pulled him right out and placed him on his feet with no trouble.

“I always forget how strong you are.” Hiva chuckled, and a towel was dropped on both their heads.

“Dry up and get going, little loves.” Hiva nodded as she dried her hair, and Aza floated over with her hoodie. Midnight left, and Denki turned to Hiva.

“You okay?” she asked. “You’ve had that rotten leaves smell hanging on you almost this whole time. Wanna talk about it?” Denki shook his head. “Why don’t you come back with me and check on Hanta. He’s probably gonna be there by now.” Denki seemed to perk up a bit, and he nodded. Hiva made her way to the locker room and changed from the school swimsuit to her clothes. Hiva walked out with Aza hiding in her hood again, and Denki joined them a minute later. Aza tapped Hiva’s head, and she sighed. “Um, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” Denki tensed.

“This seems like a not-so-distant cousin of ‘we need to talk’.” Hiva chuckled a bit.

“I don’t think it’s what you think.” Denki relaxed a bit. “It is about USJ, though.” Denki was tense again. “Pika, you can relax. You do know I’m not mad, or disappointed, or anything like that, right?” Denki’s mouth was open like he was trying to find a good answer, but he just sighed. “I don’t blame you. It wasn’t because of anything you did or didn’t do. I didn’t even want you wrapped up in that, so what you did was more than enough.” Denki thought for a second, and then a look of realization took over.

“Sero told you.” Hiva nodded.

“He’s looking out for you,” she told him. “And I’m glad he is.” Denki sighed and looked away. “Please talk to me.”

“Will you talk to me?” Hiva tilted her head, and Denki turned his attention to his feet. ”You didn’t hide anything as quickly as you thought. I don’t want you to give me everything, just a why and an honest answer to my ‘are you okay?’ I'll actually be fine without a why.” Hiva nodded, and it was quiet for a second.

“Who first?”

“You asked first so…” Denki sighed and let his head fall back. Hiva kept her hand in his to lead him. “I get that you forgive me, but I don’t forgive myself. I mean, I’m supposed to protect you. It’s my job as your friend and your boyfriend, but I didn’t.” Hiva rubbed Denki’s knuckles with her thumb. “Then I feel guilty for being upset. I have no right. You got hurt, and it’s because of me. I shouldn’t be upset when I’m the cause.” Denki shook his head. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

“Denki, we were attacked after barely a week of school,” Hiva began. “That was a traumatic event that they gave us... What? A day to process? I know you won’t believe me when I say that it’s not your fault, but I really don’t think it is. And you are allowed to be upset. This is all completely normal. Being upset and feeling guilty about it is an understandable response to everything that happened. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it is.” Denki looked at Hiva, and she smiled. “It’s… The best way I can put it is survivor’s guilt.” Denki slowly nodded to show he sort of understood, and Hiva nodded back. “Trust me, there really is nothing you could’ve done. I’m proud. You did really well. You had almost no training, and I don’t think you’ve ever even been in a fight before so that was all pretty impressive.” Denki looked down a bit like he was trying to hide his smile. “And, in case you forgot, you did save me from the electric guy that day.” Denki straightened up a bit. “You’re a hero to me, Denks. You always will be.” Hiva bumped his shoulder. “Anything else?”

“Why are you so okay with everything that happened, but I’m not?” he asked after a second. “I try, but I can’t get over it.”

“I might sound like an asshole, but I promise I’m not trying to be like one of those ‘yeah, that sucks, but wait till you hear what happened to me’ people.” Denki chuckled a bit.

“I know you wouldn’t do that.” Hiva nodded.

“I was in survival mode for the first eight years of my life, and the next two weren’t any better. Ayame was in my head, and I only ever saw her. Seeing her at USJ was a shock, sure, but I was trained. I knew what to do, and I was still in that ‘if I go, I go’ kind of mind state.” Denki frowned. “That kind of stuff just gets locked away with an ‘oh well, bye Rocko.’” Denki laughed at Hiva’s Elmo impression. “So, I’m not as okay with it as you think, just keeping it away.” Denki nodded a bit. “You’re never gonna really be okay with it. You can eventually learn to go ‘okay, this happened, and I accept it’ and move on, but it’s still gonna be there.” Denki sighed. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I don’t want to lie to you.” Denki looked around with another sigh but then slowed to a stop.

“This is where we had our first date.” Hiva nodded as she looked around the now empty park. “Come on.”

“But Hanta’s waiting,” Hiva reminded.

“We’ll only be a second.” Hiva sighed as Denki pulled her right to the bench they sat at. That sat quietly for a second and Hiva laid her head on Denki’s shoulder with a comfortable sigh. “Your turn?” Hiva huffed, and Denki laughed.

“Okay, okay. My turn,” Hiva groaned. She bit her lips and thought for a second. “I guess it wasn’t the best coping skill I could’ve found.” Denki put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “It was after I lost my best friend. She was the one who was at the hospital with me and the first friend I made after Katsuki and Izuku. I started cutting when she died. I thought there was a pattern. Whenever I started feeling good, started to feel like myself, something came to knock me down. I thought the best way to keep myself from being knocked down, was to keep myself down. I don’t know. It’s stupid looking back on it, but it made sense at the time and it felt like it worked.”

“It’s not stupid.” Hiva looked over at Denki’s sad frown and quickly continued.

“But I’m doing better. Mostly because of you, honestly. I was gonna stop when I started UA, but I did again after USJ. Again after the sports festival and I would’ve after Stain, but I remembered you. You were so worried when you saw me after everything that happened, and I didn’t want to keep being the reason. I haven��t since.” Hiva smiled at Denki. “So I really did mean it when I said you were my hero. I haven't been this happy in a long time. I wanted you to get to know the real me. You were the first person to honestly fall for them. So, um, thank you... I guess.” She didn't understand Denki’s expression and it made her worried. “Sor-” Denki suddenly kissed Hiva, and she squeaked with surprise. He pulled away and rubbed a hand over her arm.

“Can I see, or is that a no-no?” Hiva slowly rolled her sleeves up. Denki’s eyes went wide as he gently touched the scarred skin. “I think they’re really pretty, you know.” Hiva tilted her head. “I used to have a friend, and he had another friend who cut himself. He was frustrated with him, but I think, or at least hope, it was at the situation or tough love. I mean, getting frustrated like that seems to be the opposite of helpful.” Denki connected the ends of lines like he was trying to do a connect the dots image on her arm as he spoke. “I never thought they were a good thing to have, but an interesting story to tell. I mean, Leon Brown said, ‘You are your worst enemy. It is your negative thoughts that hold you back, nothing else.’ Someone who’s able to fight themself and win has to be really strong, right?” Hiva smiled a bit, and Denki rubbed the back of his neck. “I fell down a quotes rabbit hole, and that’s one that stuck with me. Never expected to actually use it.” Hiva hugged Denki and hid her face in his neck.

“I like the random stuff you have in here.” Denki smiled as Hiva tapped his temple.

“I said that they’re an interesting story,” Denki mumbled as he went back to tracing her skin. “I hope you’ll tell me yours. Not everything at once, obviously, but I want to hear it whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Pika.” Denki kissed her head. “You’re so patient with me.” Denki smiled and rubbed her back.

“Just taking care of you like you’re taking care of me, sweetness.” Denki watched a little black heart rise from behind Hiva’s head.

“That brought more joy than I was expecting.” Denki laughed and stood as he took Hiva’s hand.

“Then I guess you’re my sweetness.” Hiva had a little extra bounce when they started walking again, and Denki had the most lovesick expression on his face as he stared down at her.

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Odious

Final Feast

↺ ᴿᴱᴾᴱᴬᵀ ‖ ᴾᴬᵁˢᴱ ≫ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ˢᴼᴺᴳ

It was a cold late February day, usually, students back then would vigorously study subjects or submit portfolios to get into top schools of their chosen majors. But the majority of students today want to join the top two powerhouses of the superhero world of Japan, which are Yuuei on the West and/or Shiketsu High on the East, but any superhero school will do.

"Ha~" I sighed looking at the tall build. I walked towards it with a very sad. The reason was that I couldn't take any of the exams like everyone else, even the recommendation test wasn't allowed for me to do. I was already in since the beginning due to me being a 'special case' because of my past.

"HAA! What the hell are you doing here, nerd.."

"K-Kacchan I..."

"Ah! you two finally made it!" The two boys look around before spotting me in the distance. "Oh, a meet-up..." I smiled at them and led them to the lunch court. "Let's eat first before we discuss why I asked you two to come here. It's on me, so please don't worry."

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"So MUNCH what do you want to talk about? I don't like wasting my time on losers." I eye-rolled at him before getting to the point. "Should I go to the hero or support course?" , "Ha?", "Hero or support course? Didn't you want to be a support person in the background?" Stated Izuku.

"Well yes, that was what my bio papa did for a living before becoming a pro hero. And I do want to become a pro hero like all my parents, but being that there's not a lot of support people out there it's good for me since I like doing hands-on things."

"Then go with the third option, idiot." We both looked at Katsuki in confusion on what he meant by the third option. "What do you mean by that, Kacchan?"

"Do both."

"Huh..?"

"Do you remember before graduating early you were banned from attending all English classes at our school?" And it hits me, "Oh right the teacher was so fed up with me, correcting him, he kicked me out of class that day. On the same day be warned all the other English teachers and I was effectively banned from attending any English class, hahaha!"

"Yeah, so how about do both with classes you got banned from High school and asked the principal to talk them off your schedule."

"Katsuki, you're a genius!"

"Heh, of course I am! MUNCH."

I took a deep breath and walked along with the students who were going to take the exam for Yuuei. "Please, please, please Yuuei... let those boys become the very best when they enroll here. Haha time to go in and talk to Principal Nezu..."

"You're taking the test for fun?" I squealed before realizing it was Katsuki. "Ummm Oh, Katsuki! I see you're taking the entrance exam as well with Midoriya. Good luck to both of you on the entrance exam." I said with a shaky smile. "Hah! Luck? I don't need luck. I'll blow anyone away and come on top."

I could only sigh, but nodded along. "Fuck off Deku!", "K-Kacchan!", "Don't stand in my way, or do you wanna die." I sighed and jogged my way towards them. "Then, let's do our very best, you two." I smiled at them and pulled them into a trio hug. "Yeah!", "Tch, fine" "Yeah I'll see you guys later okay." Jogging off leaving them behind I twisted and turned through the halls to Principal Nezu's door.

I was quaking in my shoes and decided to go into the introduction PowerPoint with the boys instead. The auditorium wasn't full yet so it was easier for me to find the boys.

"Heya.", "[N-Name] why are you here.", "Got cold feet, so I opted to take a detour for a bit before talking with the big man here, hehe.." I sheepishly admitted to them. "Of course, typical [N/N]" scuffed Katsuki, "Shut up, Ass hat."

The lights vanished and the spotlight turned on the person on stage. "Welcome to my live show! Everybody says Heeeey!" He put his hand on his ear to listen to the crowd. The silence was Deathly, but being the theater kid I learned not to be ashamed to speak loud and proud, "HEEEY!"

"I've got shivers down my spine too, listeners! All right, examiness. I'm gonna give you the low-down on how that'll go down. Are you ready!?"

"YEAHH!"

"Oh my god, it's a Voice hero - 'Present Mic'! I listen to him on the radio every week. This is incredible, the lecturers at Yuuei are heroes." Fanboy Izuku, I sweat-dropped at him while Katsuki told him to shut up.

"Now pay close attention, listeners! We'll be testing your quirks by running a ten-minute practice run a our replica City district."

"You can take whatever you like! Everybody gather at the designated locations after the presentation, ya dig?", "Maybe it was a bad idea to teach him our generation slang words...".

"They don't attend on letting friends co-op with each other during the trial. So you two will be separated from the get-go during the duration of the exam." I explained to them.

"The letters they gave you guys when we entered are different and the actual meeting places are somewhere farther from here." Both boys looked a their ticket they got seeing their supposed spots. "It's set up so I don't get to crush you." Katsuki let out a tsk which made him deadpan at him.

"We'll be sprinkling a large number of 'villains' over the battlefield and they'll appear in three different varieties, with points value scale according to difficulty. Using your quirks, dispatch as many 'villains' as you can. Your goal, listeners, is to rack up a high score and don't you think about directly attacking any other competitors or any of that nasty anti-hero stiff because that's against the rules, capisce!?"

"Excuse me, may I ask a question?"

"On the handout, there's four types of villains listed. Such an error would be the height of embarrassment for a top-tier national academy of Yuuei's caliber! "

"Both a stickler and wet blanket."

"—Moreover What's with you? Curly-hair kid!? Can't you sit still for a second... You're distracting. If you think Yuuei is some pleasure jaunt, then leave this place a once." And that immediately rubbed me the wrong way. " Hey, four-eyes! Shut the hell up! There are those who have issues that can't be controlled and if you think that attitude of yours will be tolerated in this place or another place, I think you should be the one to get out." I snapped at him before sitting back down now all grumpy.

"Okay, okay. Thank you for the segue, much appreciated, Examinee 7111! The fourth type of 'Villain' you'll encounter is worth 0 points. Let's call it 'Arena traps'! Have you played 'Super Mario Brothers' Before?! I guess it's rather retro." He mumbled that last part to himself before coming back to us, "You remember those things that'd go thwomp on you? There's a 'gimmick' that they rampage when crowded."

"I see... Sounds like one of those stage hazards you just have to deal with and avoid. Thank you so much! I apologize for being rude!"

"And now where Zuzu's and my apologies." I grumbled before sighing it all out to watch it without any negative moods in me.."Well, that's enough from me! I'll leave you all with a presentation on the 'School Precepts' of this academy of mine! As a certain 'Hero' by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte once said 'A true hero never stops overcoming the misfortune in life'! Now let's move on to the main event!! 'Plus Ultra!!' And may you suffer gladly through the trial that is to come." With that Uncle Hizashi's presentation was over.

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"Ha~ okay, you both have everything right for the test. If not I have extras!" I said with a serious look. "T-Thanks for the offer, [Name] but I have everything for the paper portions of the exam." Sheepishly smiled Izuku. "I'm fine so do nagged at me like an old hag." Said Katsuki rolling his eyes at me.

"I'm just making sure you two got everything you need for both portions okay? It's not weird at all to be worried for my friends, you two have to the most important exam in your life I just want to make sure you excel in it so we can all be heroes together!" I said with a beaming smile and I hopped around a bit. "Just focus on your task at hand dumbass.", "Right and with that, do your absolute best you two!"

Fun fact - For this Chapter's Title is named after the Overture Teaser: Final Feast from Genshin Impact!

#bnha x reader #fanfic #my hero academia #mha x reader

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Chapter Three

Narrator[Izuku]:UA High, the department of heroes! It is there that the nation’s hopefuls stove to acquire the necessary qualifications to become pros! Of all such schools throughout the nation, it ranks the most popular– and the most difficult!

Narrator[Izuku]: Each year, less than one in three hundred examinee’s make it in!

Narrator[Izuku](as the chapter shows All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist on the panel): Gaze upon the man who turned down the National Valor Prize “All Might”!

Narrator[Izuku](as the chapter shows All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist on the panel): And here is the man with the highest tally of resolved cases in history! The combustion-type hero “Endeavor”!

Narrator[Izuku](as the chapter shows All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist on the panel): Not least is the recipient of the “best Jeanist”! If you want to be remembered as a truly “great” hero, then enrollment at U.A. is essential!

Narrator[Izuku](as the chapter shows UA symbol): Now, it’s finally February 26th, and All Might's training regimen is over. With great haste, and a sprint back home to shower and pack; the fateful forty-minute subway beckoned.

Izuku(in front of UA): I made it!

Narrator[Izuku]: Exam day has arrived at last! Today I take on UA’s practical skill exam!

Narrator[Izuku]: Unfortunately, I didn’t have any time to test out the power All Might gave me.

Izuku(thinking): All I did was swallow one of his hairs… did it really take?

Katsuki: Fuck off, Deku!

Izuku: Kacchan!

Katsuki: Don’t stand in my way or do you wanna fucking die?

Narrator(?? P sure it’s either Present Mic or Izuku): Bakugou Katsuki(15)[Nickname: Kacchan]

Izuku: Hey theeere! G-good morning, and, and, and lets both do our best!

Narrator(Izuku): Ever since that day this all began, Kacchan hasn’t laid a hand on me.

NPC(1): Oh, look! Isn’t that Bakugou? From the sludge guy incident!

NPC(2): Whoa, you’re right.

Izuku(thinking): I’ve gotten so used to cowering before him… things have changed, man! Just remember these past ten months!

Izuku: And step forward!

[Izuku, trips on air/a pebble and falls forward].

Narrator(Izuku): Your first big step towards being a hero!

[Izuku falling]

Izuku(thinking): Well, this is it.

Ochako: You all right?

Izuku: Pweeh!

Ochako: Sorry for going crazy with my “quirk” there! I just think it’d have been a bad omen if you tripped, you know?

Ochako: I’m so nervous, bet you are too!

Izuku: Huh? Ah… uhh..

Ochako: Well, good luck! Later!

Izuku(thinking): I talked to a girl!

Izuku(shocked in front of UA building): Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!

[Present Mic, in UA building]

Present Mic: Welcome one and all to my love show! Everybody say hey!

[Present Mic, puts his hand up to his ear in a cupping-like motion]

Present Mic(thinking): Welcoommee!

Present Mic: I’ve got shivers down my spine! Alright, examinees; I’m gonna give you the low-down on how this’ll go down! Are you ready!?

Present Mic: Yeah!

Izuku(mumbling): Oh my god, it’s the voice type hero: Present Mic! I listen to him on the radio every week, this is incredible, the teachers at UA really are pro heroes.

Katsuki: Shut it.

[Present Mic stands behind a screen with boxes a-g]

Present Mic: Now pay close attention, listieners! We’ll be testing you mettle by running a ten minute practice run at our replica city district!

Present Mic: You can take whatever you like! Everybody gather at the designated meeting after the presentation, ya dig!?

Present Mic: O.K!?

Katsuki: They don’t intend on letting friends or classmates interact with eachother, huh?

Izuku: They gave us serial numbers for the exam, but it seems the actual meeting area’s are elsewhere

Katsuki: Don’t look at me, or I’ll fucking kill you.

Katsuki: It’s probably set up so I don’t get to crush you, tch

Izuku: …………

Present Mic: We’ll be sprinkling a large number of “villains” over the battlefield. And they’ll probably appear in three different varieties, with point values scaled according to difficulty!

Present Mic: using each of your individual quirks, dispatch as many “villains” as you can. Your goal, listieners, is to rack up a high score! And don’t think about discreetly attacking any other competitors or any of that nasty anti-hero stuff, because thats against the rules, capisce!?

Tenya: Excuse me, may I ask a question!?

Present Mic: !(I’ll be taking that as making a surprised face ig lol)

Tenya: On the handout, it says there are clearly four types of villains listed! Such an error would be the height of embarrassment for a top-tier national academy of UA’s caliber! The reason we are seated here today is because we need guidance on the path to becoming model heroes!

[Tenya pointing at Izuku]

Tenya: Moreover, what’s with you? Yeah, you, curly haired kid! Can’t you sit still for a second… you’re distracting! If you think UA is some pleasure jaunt, then leave this place at once!

Izuku: Sorry

Present Mic: Okay, okay, thanks for the segue, much appreciated examinee 7111.

Present Mic: The fourth kind of villains you’ll encounter is worth zero points! Lets call them “arena traps”! Have any of you ever played super mario brother before!?

Present Mic(mumbling): I guess it’s pretty retro

Present Mic: You remember those things that’d go thowmp on you!? There’s a thing like that in each area! Their “gimmick” is that they rampage when crowded!

NPC(1): I see… sounds like one of those stage hazards you just have to slip through and avoid.

Tenya: Thank you very much! I apologize for being rude!

NPC(2): This is really starting to resemble a video game.

Present Mic: Well, that’s enough for me!I’ll leave you all with a presentation on the “school precepts” of this academy of mine! As a certain “hero” by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte once said “A true hero never stops overcoming the misfortunes in life”!

Present Mic: Now let’s move to the main event “plus ultra”, and may you all gladly suffer the trails to come!

[Izuku stares at his paper with his area nervously]

[Izuku standing outside of unnamed area]

Izuku: It’s so big.

NPC(1): This might as well be a whole town! How many replica sites like this exist on this campus!?

NPC(2): UA’s nuts!

Shoji: Phew

Aoyama: Hehe

Izuku(thinking): Why does everybody seem so confident!? Is nobody nervous at all?! Wait, i guess they’ve all got some kind of equipment to match their quirks.

Izuku: Hmm…

[Spots Ochako]

Izuku(thinking): I-it’s the girl! The one who saved me! She’s been assigned to this area too! I need to thank her!

Tenya: I see what you’re up to. You’re planning to measure that girl's power of concentration.

[Tenya grabs the poor nervous Izuku]

Izuku: Eekk!

Tenya: And who exactly are you, my friend!?

Izuku: W-who me?

NPC(1): he’s the kid who’s been acting like a weirdo since he arrived at the front gate

NPC(2): The kid who can’t stop shaking in his boots.

NPC(3): Well, that just means there’s one fewer rival to worry about, right?

Izuku(thinking): They think they’re lucky to have me as a opponent

Present Mic: And start!

Everyone: huh?

Everyone: eh?

Present Mic: What’s the matter!? There's no such thing as a countdown in real life! Run! Run! Consider the baton tossed!

[Everyone runs first leaving Izuku in the back]

Izuku(thinking): I started late! Calm down man, calm down! It’s all in your head, it’s alright! I’ve still got a chance! I can still do it! I’ll become the me I was meant to be! I’m going to become a hero!

Izuku: All Might’s got my back!

[Izuku has a flash back to the beach]

[Izuku has a sour face after eating the hair]

All Might: Excellent, you ate it! See, hair’s not that bad!

Izuku: I don’t feel any different though.

All Might: Well, of course not! What do you think stomachs are lined with? Tissue paper?

All Might: I’d give it two, maybe three hours for the effects to bubble up?

Izuku: Ahh, my nerves are shot! I gotta shower and eat breakfast too!

All might: Don’t forget, kid!

[Izuku looks to All Might]

All Might: You may be a vessel now, but just barely- a hurried construction you could say.

All Might: Plus, you’ve had no time to break in the power… be prepared for a shock to your system! We don’t have time for a more indepth explanation, so for now let’s just leave it at that.

[End of flashback]

Izuku(thinking): When you use “one for all”; clench your asshole and scream from the bottom of your heart: Sm–

[Izuku freezes at the one point robot before him]

Robot: Target lock-on, murder

Izuku(thinking): Shit! A robot, shit!

[Izuku frozen in fear]

Izuku(thinking): Why can’t I move!? I’m just too damned use to cowering! You idiot, why can’t you just…

[Aoyama appears and belly button shoots the robot away]

Aoyama: Art of seduction!

Aoyama: Merci! A nice team player!

[Aoyama winks at Izuku]

Aoyama: nevertheless, it seems we shall not cross paths again!

Aoyama: Adieu!

Izuku: “Won’t cross paths again”!?

Present Mic: 6 minutes and 2 seconds left!

Izuku: Gah!

Izuku(thinking): This… is bad! Really bad!

Ochako: Phew… twenty-eight points!

Izuku(thinking): Eh!?

Tenya: foty-five points!

Izuku(thinking): Eh!?

NPC: thirty-two!

Izuku(thinking): The number of villains are dropping by the second!

Izuku(thinking): Shit!

Izuku: They never told us the amount of villains there were when placing them!

[Random people in the observation room]

NPC(1): A strict time limit and a vast amount of battlegrounds… nothing quite like it to bring out everyone's ardor into the open and uncover their skills.

NPC(2): The ability to grasp the situation quickly and accurately.

[Panel shows Shoji]

NPC(2): Insight!

NPC(3): the ability to stick adynamic entry without ever being late to the party

[Panel shows Tenya]

NPC(3): Agility!

NPC(4): The ability to face any obstacle with coolness and composure.

[Panel shows Aoyama]

NPC(4): Judgment!

[Panel shows bakugou]

NPC(5): And ofcourse, sheer “fighting poweress”

NPC(6): We can gauge their respective levels of foundational skills by the point level system.

NPC(7): Oh my, we’ve ranked in a bumper crop this year.

[A hand reaches out to push the button to send out the 0 pointer robot]

NPC(8): We can’t be too sure of that yet.

NPC(8): The thing to really test their mettle is this!

[Observation room cut scene ends, back to Izuku and everyone else on the battlefield]

[Ochako, Izuku, and Tenya stare at the zero-pointer in shock]

Izuku(thinking): That’s the gimmick that’ll rampage when crowded!? That’s ridiculously huge!

[Zero Pointer smashes part of the city with ease]

???(idk who says this, but I wanna say it’s Present Mic): Menace of supreme dread!

[Izuku stays in shock and gets ready to run as everyone passes him]

Izuku: Is this some big joke!? I’ve gotta escape, but then I’ll get no points!

Izuku: Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I’m still at zero points! Am I doomed!?

Izuku(thinking): Everything All Might gave me will go to waste!

Ochako: Ow…

[Izuku looks back to see Ochako stuck under rubble]

Izuku(thinking back to Ochako’s words): I think it would be a bad omen if you tripped, you know?

[Izuku running back to Ochako as he pumps up one for all]

NPC in the observation room(1): Look. That boy has exhibited no merit whatsoever and that is exactly why those times he does rise to the top, will be all the more pronounced! That is the hero's principle!

Ochako: Eh…

Izuku(thinking): Clench your asshole super right and scream the word from the bottom of your heart!

Izuku: Smmaaassh!

[Izuku punches the robot with one for all]

Izuku: oh…

[Ochako, Tenya, and everyone else on the field looks at Izuku with amazement as he begins to fall out of the sky]

Izuku: wahhh(screaming noises ig??)

Extra Info: Izuku finished the test with 1 minute and 5 seconds left.

Chapter Four

Izuku(thinking): It’s the same situation as back then!

[Panel shows the sludge villain attack]

[Izuku falling out of the air]

Izuku(thinking): But this time it’s different!

Izuku: Ooooooo

[Panel shows a busted up zero pointer]

Izuku(thinking): Hold on, I got All Might's power now, right!? I clobbered that thing like it was nothing!

Izuku(thinking): So landing outta be a piece of cake!

[Izuku looks at his arm as it begins to crack and break]

Izuku(thinking back to All Might’s words): Don’t forget kid– you may be a “vessel” now, but barely. A buried construction, you could say. Be prepared for a shock to your system.

Izuku(thinking): So this is what he meant! I’m an idiot!

Izuku(thinking): Duh, this is All Mights power!

[Panel shows a cup of water]

Izuku(thinking): It was only ten months! I’ve only scratched the surface of controlling it! All I can do right now is house a borrowed power! I can’t believe I got such a big head, even if it was for only a moment!

Izuku(thinking): Get a grip, man! All I’ve been given so far is the right to stand on the starting line! Nothing more!

Izuku(Thinking): Think man! What do I do? What do I do!?

[Izuku sobbing as he falls in the air]

Izuku: uhhh(cries of pain)

[Izuku gears up for a detroit smash]

Izuku(thinking): My right arm and both of my legs are broken, but I’ve still got my left arm! If I time it just right, I can break my fall with just a punch! But if I swing a second too late or a second too early, I’m done for! And if I survive, I still got zero points, not to mention if I break my arm… my hopes of passing vanish.

Izuku: wahhhhhh

[Ochako slaps Izuku across the face]

[Izuku and Ochako levitating off the ground]

Ochako: Skill… Release.

[Izuku and Ochako both fall on the ground]

Izuku: gwowwhhh[Pain sounds?? I’m sry idk what these are]

[Ochako holds her hand, trying to not barf]

Izuku(thinking): She saved me! Or rather she managed to, is she alright? It doesn’t seem like she’s wounded.

Izuku(thinking): Thank god.

[Izuku, looking at Ochako]

Izuku(thinking): I don’t know how to thank you.

Izuku(thinking): Now… if I… could just… get a single point!

[Izuku, wheezing as he army crawls]

Present Mic: The test is over!?

#BNHA #BNHA CHAPTER THREE

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“Wolf Cinders.”

Bakugou Katsuki x Oc, Dabi(Touya) todoroki x Oc

Chapter Two: “U.A’s Entrance Exam.”

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Mayumi Awoke From her Nap in her Full Wolf Form, Stretching Out her Limbs, Flexing her Paws Out as She Yawned.

Today was her Day, U.A’s Entrance Exam Would Determine whether Or not She would be able to Study at U.A.

She Quickly Switched Back into her Human Form to Avoid Any Weird Stares While She walked to the School.

Mayumi Gave Akira a Quick Kiss on the Cheek Before leaving, “Uh–Mei! Wait a Minute, You forgot Breakfast!” Akira Called Out Taking the Pan Off of the Stove Revealing Scrambled Eggs.

“Nah Mum, I’m gonna be late!” She Declined While Kissing her Father Atop his Head before Grabbing her Cold Water Bottle And Heading out the Door, Messenger Bag Slung over her Shoulder with a Change of Clothes in it.

“Okay, Good Luck Darling!” She Called out to Mayumi Before She Left Smiling Happily To Herself, She Would do Just Fine.

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Once She Had Gotten into the Auditorium, She Listened to the Pro–Hero, Present Mic or Hizashi Yamada, State the Rules Of the Entrance Exam.

Then She went to go Change into some More Comfortable Clothes For the Exam, Which Was a White T–Shirt, Some Black Shorts, and Some Black and White Sneakers with White Socks.

She then Went to Her Assigned battle Arena Before Waiting beside a Young Boy With Green Hair, Who Looked Pretty Nervous Beside her.

She Laid Her Hand Upon His Shoulder, “Hey Don’t Sweat it, I’m Sure you’ll do just Fine.” She Reassured him in the Mere Minutes they had to talk.

“Thank you...?” he asked, silently asking for her Name, She Smiled Brightly.

“Mayumi, “Mei”, Sarada.” She Replied Quickly Throwing her long Black Hair into a High, Tight, Ponytail.

“Thank You Mei, My name is Izuku Midoriya.” He said Smiling Slightly at her.

And then It was time to start the Exam.

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Once it was over, Mayumi Thought she did pretty well, She had Defeated Enough Robots For Enough Points to Be Accepted.

Mayumi Slightly Leaned forward, Hands On her Knees, Panting to Catch her Lost Breath.

The Combat Gloves She Wore were Drenched in her Sweat, Mayumi Closed her eyes for a Hot Minute.

“Heyyy, Great Job Listener.” She Heard Present Mic Praise Her, and It Mean’t the World to her to Hear a Pro–Hero Praise her for her Hard Work.

“Thank you Present Mic!” she Chimed finally Standing Up and Exiting the Battle Arena She was Assigned To.

She Met Up with Midoriya on the way Out Who Seemed To Have a Broken Arm, “Midoriya, Are you Okay?” She Exclaimed Since His Arm was Literally Purple and Unusable.

“Huh? Oh! Y–Yeah, I’m okay Mei!” He Reassured Her, Helping a Limping Ururaka, “Oh..Hi! My Name is Mayumi “Mei” Sarada.” She Introduced Herself To the Brunette Beside the Green Boy.

“Oh, Hi Mei, i’m Ochako, Ururaka.” her Cheery Voice Made Her Spirits Lift Almost Instantly, Though a Blonde Headed Boy Who Almost Looked Like a Pomeranian Caught Her Attention Almost Instantly As He Passed By Obviously Being The Best by One Point.

“Who’s That?” She asked to almost Nobody But Herself, Although Midoriya Heard Her and Mood Became Nervous Almost Immediately.

“That’s Kacchan, Or Bakugou Katsuki.” His Shaky Voice Said, Avoiding any Emotional Attachment.

“Oh.” was Mayumi’s Only Response to That, Though She Had To Admit, He was Quite Handsome For His Previous Angry Behavior.

Soon, All of the Participating Students Were able to Go Home While The U.A Staff Reviewed Each Of them.

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Umm so for the bkdk prompt thing I was wondering if you could do some quirk mishap. Mostly because your fic where Izuku loses his memory is one of my favourites and i want to read something like that, but i can't think of any idea which isn't an extremely overused trope...

Hey, thanks for asking!

Okay, first of all, I'm so happy "You feel like home" is one of your favorites, it's one of mine as well. That fic actually took a while, so I hope this short quirk mishap is to your liking! (Disclaimer: I know OFA wouldn't work this way, but meh, it was fun to write!)

The Wonder Duo finally cornered the villain in an alley.

“Game over, fucker!” Kacchan shouted before exploding his way up.

The woman smirked before raising a hand and activating her quirk.

The purple beam hit Kacchan square on the chest, sending him flying back.

“Kacchan!” Izuku jumped between his partner and the wall, catching without a second thought.

Light exploded around them the moment they touched. Green and orange beams surrounded them, nearly blinding them. They fell down, with Izuku still cradling him in his arms.

Kacchan shook his head, groaning in pain, while Deku felt his temperature rising.

“The fuck you just did?!”

“I swapped your quirks,” she said, winking. “Good luck catching me now!” And with that she was off, leaping over them and running in the direction of the street.

“Shit!” Kacchan untangled them, studying his hands. “Fucking Hell, nothing!” He punched the floor.

“It’s definitely temporary, OFA wouldn’t allow a permanent switch without my will,” Izuku muttered. “Our quirks are probably not as strong as usual, otherwise she could have seriously hurt you.”

“Oh shut up, don’t compare me, in all my glory, to the weak ass noodle you were when All Might gave you OFA,” Kacchan got up, rolling his shoulders. Then offered a hand to Izuku and hauled him to his feet.

“I think it only mirrors the physical aspects of it,” Izuku fanned his face lightly. Did Kacchan normally walk around packing this much heat?

“You okay, nerd?” His partner pinched his cheek.

“Yeah, just warm,” Izuku reassured him. “How do you feel?”

“Pissed,” Kacchan grunted. “She thinks she’s such a hot shit, I’ll teach her not to mess with us.” His partner unclasped his grenades, hiding them behind the dumpster. “Are you ready to put all your observation skills to good use, nerd?” Kacchan smirked, the challenge making his eyes shine brighter.

Izuku only needed a second to understand what he meant. He grinned and hastily removed his gloves, storing them for safety in his belt.

“You think you can do better than me?”

“An egg inside a microwave, right, loser?” Kacchan arched an eyebrow and closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply, and Izuku noticed with wonder as the red lines of power crisscrossed his skin. They expanded until they disappeared, leaving an orange shine around his partner. “If I catch her first you’re cleaning the apartment for a month, nerd!” The pavement cracked the moment Kacchan bolted. “I know I’m just as fast as you, so you better keep up!”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Izuku protested, running behind him until he worked up a sweat.

Every moment he had spent drinking the sight of his partner effortlessly propelling his body in the air flashed in the back of his mind. He clenched his palms, focusing the heat in the center and he shot up to the sky with the next step. He had a different build, more legs than shoulders but nothing he couldn’t manage.

The blasts made his shoulders throb but he didn’t quit his advance. Izuku spotted Kacchan two blocks away; he was jumping over cars and using walls for impulse, easily switching the blast of his explosions in favor of the extra strength in his limbs to move faster and faster.

God, how good he was at everything was equally amazing and insufferable.

He had been right though, he was just as fast as Izuku.

With a big explosion, he passed Kacchan, searching for the villain scurrying in front of them. She kept looking back with the widest eyes Izuku had ever seen.

Served her right for underestimating them.

“I knew my quirk was better than yours!” Kacchan shouted under him.

“Maybe I’m just a better wielder in general!” Izuku teased, looking down with a grin.

“You little shit!” Kacchan raised the percentage, gaining ground and finally tackling the villain.

“You’re insane!” she wiggled out of his grip, crawling away when Izuku did a somersault, falling right in front of her and raising a hand. The sparks dancing in his palm were enough to freeze her.

Kacchan marched to her, his skin sizzling with the energy OFA coursing through his veins.

“Are you kidding me?! It’s a whole different quirk!” She cried out, staring first at Izuku then at Kacchan with horror.

They shared a look over her. It was an universal truth by this point, after being together their whole lives, that sometimes they knew the other better than they knew themselves.

Strengths, and weaknesses, and everything in between.

Izuku wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well, that damn nerd stole half of my moves, so better luck next time!” Kacchan twisted her arms behind her back, clasping her hands in handcuffs.

“I didn’t steal them,” Izuku defended himself. “You inspire me, it’s different.”

Kacchan snorted.

“You’re such a kiss-ass,” he said fondly.

His partner propped the woman against a parked car while they waited for the police to arrive. Then he crowded Izuku against a bus, hiding them from view.

“Care to find out if I can give you back OFA?” Kacchan whispered in the small space between them. His red eyes were smoldering and Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat. He leaned closer, eyes half lidded.

Their lips almost touched before he got a mouthful of hair.

“Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, laughing despite his annoyance.

“What? You can pick the strand if you want,” he replied, rubbing the blond locks all over his face.

“You’re the worst,” Izuku cupped his face, pushing his head back until Kacchan faced him.

“Nah, I’m the fucking best.”

He was, so Izuku kissed him.

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Don't you guys love how much they understand the other?

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #dkbk #bkdk fanart #look at me writing the mushy and corny stuff hell yeah

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Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous!

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?)

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors.

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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