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triforceangel13 · 4 months

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Sing me A Melody Ch. 7 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 7: No Regrets

Izuku opened his eyes the next morning from the sun peeking in through the blinds of the hotel curtain, a warm body laying next to him.

Izuku peeked his head up and his cheeks burst into a bright red of the night before. The one thing he had told himself he would never do. Yet here he was in the bed of the alpha he had a huge crush on since the band started.

He was nothing like the persona showed. He was brash and sometimes bull headed but he was sweet and took care of him. His inner omega had never been happier and he didn't want to leave.

Everything was perfect, there was nothing that Katsuki was keeping from him that would make him want to leave.

Izuku ran his hand over Katsuki's cheek. He did wonder what it would be like if he went with Katsuki. Just to stay with him. He would always be safe, see places he never got the chance to.

He would of cousre write so many new songs for them. He would even do back flips if he wanted. Izuku was falling hard and it did scare him a bit.

After the first time what he thought was actually love he wasn't sure how he should feel about another chance? What if it happened again?

But Katsuki wasn't like that.

Or was he?

He tried to get his mind to stop thinking like that and his mind started to buzz until he felt the gentle kiss against his fingers.

“Hmmm...morning,” Katsuki mumbled, peering down at him with those red eyes that he found hard to not stare at.

“Morning,” Izuku said with a gentle smile, petting his cheek and felt his heart flutter as the blonde kissed his palm.

“Feeling okay?” he asked him. “Didn't...hurt you too much did I?”

His tone was teasing as he ran his hand across his bottom, tickling his bare skin. Izuku's skin tingled from the touch and he found himself arching back against his fingers.

“K-Kacchan,” Izuku giggled a bit. He was a little sore but honestly it was well worth the amount of pleasure he had shown him.

They had done things two more times after that and still Izuku wasn't sated after what he had felt with him.

After the first time they had talked a little bit about the scare and the feelings that Katsui had. His ex really had screwed him up but thinking that he wasn't about to get Izuku pregnant had made him feel better about it.

And they still yet hadn't used protection the next two times.

It looked like things were heading that way again.

“Whaaat,” Katsuki said, his voice deep and husky as he moved closer and he rubbed his hands over his hips. “Can't help it. You are just so addicting right now.”

Izuku bit his lip and sunk into a deep kiss with the blonde, fingers threading through his hair as the blonde rolled them over so that Izuku laid on his back, legs spreading as Katsuki settled against him again. He was losing himself again to it.

Izuku nearly begged for him to touch him when Katsuki froze when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed, breaking the kiss and rest his forehead against Izuku's shoulder.

“Maybe if we don't answer they'll go away,” Katsuki said to him, kissing his skin there. Izuk's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a hum but stopped when there was another knock on the door.

Both of them sighed and the blonde rolled off of him.

“Be there in a minute,” he called to the door. He tugged on a pair of sweats and then tossed Izuku a pair along with his shirt. Izuku quickly dressed in the large clothes and sat on the edge of the bed as Katsuki opened the windows.

The knocking came again, more aggressive and annoyed which had Katsuki's good mood fading.

“Think I know who this is,” Katsuki grumbled, letting out a sigh.

Izuku bit his lip, watching his tattooed alpha head to the door and open it up.

On the other side stood a woman, a scowl on her face as she had her arms crossed.

“About time,” she huffed as she shoved her way inside. “What the hell took you so long-Oh.”

Izuku flushed as her eyes landed on him, a sick smirk on her face as she looked to him.

“So that's why,” she said and rest her hands on her knees, speaking in a sickly sweet voice. “Best get out now sweetheart or he'll sleep with you, get you pregnant, and then leave you forever.”

“That is not what happened and you know it,” Katsuki growled.

“Seems like it,” she said with a shrug.

“Amako,” Katsuki growled in warning and he stopped when he saw how scared and shamed Izuku looked sitting on the bed.

It was their first time together and he didn't want her to taint it with these nasty words.

“Whatever,” he spat at his ex. “Where is she?”

“Where's my check?” she snapped back.

“You aren't getting anything until I see my daughter.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, heading back to the door and snapped her fingers. “Get in here brat.”

Izuku's heart broke as he saw a small girl with long silver hair and Katsuki's tradmark red eyes walk into the room, a large backpack on her back and a old looking stuffed cat tucked in her arms.

She had dark circles under her eyes and she looked way too thin.

Immediatly Izuku wanted to protect her.

She looked really shy and scared until her eyes landed on Katsuki.

“Daddy!” she chirped happily, running to the blonde and threw her arms around the man. He had knelt down to catch her and he hugged her close.

“Eri! There's my princess,” he said, hugging her close, kissing her head and even scented the top of her head lightly. He picked her up, holding her close as she latched onto Katsuki. “Surprised you brought her so early.”

“Call me a saint,” Amako said with a wink but Katsuki rolled his eyes and went to his bag, pulling out a check and handed it to the woman, all the while holding onto Eri.

Izuku smiled gently. This was adorable. Katsuki played himself like he wasn't going to be the parenting type but here he was being perfect.

“Hardly,” Katsuki stated to her. “When are you coming back?”

“Tonight,” Amako stated, not even bothering to look at him as her eyes scanned the check with such greed that it made Izuku feel sick. “See ya later.”

Amako headed for the door and Izuku watched quietly from where he sat.

“Bye Mommy,” Eri said to the woman but the door slammed behind her, leaving them alone. Eri wilted a little bit but then giggled when Katsuki gave her a large kiss on the side of her head.

“Hungry?” he asked.

She nodded her head as Katsuki set her down on her feet. The blonde took off her backpack for her and set it off to the side.

She stood there in a red dress that had seen better days. Izuku frowned a bit. This Amako was certainly not taking care of her. With Amako's reaction to the check it wasn't like she wasn't able to afford to feed her.

“Alright. I'll make you some food,” he said and then noticed Eri was watching Izuku shyly.

“Hi,” Izuku said gently, letting out a calming scent. “I'm Izuku. I'm your Daddy's friend.”

She tucked herself behind Katsuki's leg peering at him. The blonde ran a hand over her silver locks gently.

“It's okay princess,” he told her. “Why don't you say hi to Izuku?”

She shook her head and Izuku knew he couldn't take that to heart.

“Why don't you tell him about Mr. Kitty?” Katsuki suggested.

Eri looked up at him and then took a step forward.

“I'm Eri,” she said then held up her toy. “And this is Mr. Kitty. Daddy gave me him when I was just a little puppy.”

Katsuki smiled a bit from the stove as he flipped a couple of pancakes onto the plate. Eri had opened up really quickly to Izuku with a little bit of prompting from the omega. Sure she smiled a bit when he got to see her but she was really lighting up now.

Even with the news that Izuku had told him the night before he was really showing him how he did with children.

He was a natural. Perhaps it was his way of soothing his own self for not being able to have a pup of his own?

It was cute. And he wasn't put off by the fact that Katsuki had a child with someone else.

“You should come to one of Daddy's shows. It's lots of fun,” Eri cooed as Katsuki turned with three plates of pancakes, one of them in the shape of a cat head for Eri.

“Here we go, hot breakfast,” Katsuki said, ruffling Eri's hair a bit. She looked at the plate and gasped, her eyes shining.

“Thank you Daddy,” she said with a grin.

Katsuki kissed her head and sat down at Izuku's mouth watered at the sight of the food before him. Katsuki had only heated up water and stuff for him, or they got take out. He hadn't gotten to have fresh food yet.

“Thank's Kacchan,” Izuku said, taking a bit and sighed with how good it tasted Eri doing the same with a large grin.

As they ate Izuku looked at the young girl and then at the blonde. He nodded his head, knowing what was going on.

Izuku was seeing the neglect in his daughter.

“How about after we eat we give you a quick bath, hm?” Katsuki suggested. “And then we can play something if you want.”

“Okay,” Eri said with no fuss. “But can you sing me a song?”

Katsuki paused and then swallowed.

“Maybe princess. Daddy is a little tired,” he said to her.

“Okay...” she said with a small pout but took another bite of her food and hummed at the taste of the food once again.

After breakfast and a warm bath Katsuki had dressed her in one of his own shirts, her hair brushed and in braids after Izuku's suggestion to give her hair some curl.

“Plese Daddy,” Eri said with a pout as she and Izuku sat on the couch. Katsuki sighed a bit and looked at those pleading eyes.

“Alright, alright,” Katsuki said to her. “How about your favorite?”

She gasped a bit and moved closer to Izuku. Izuku rest his arm around her, petting her head a bit as Katsuki took a seat on the table in front of them with his guitar.

Closing his eyes he started to sing:

It always seems so quiet in the dark

It always feels so stark

How silence grows under the moon

Constellations gone so soon

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think love would be fun

Now all my stories have been told

Except for one

As the stars start to align

I hope you take it as a sign

That you'll be okay

Everything will be okay

And if the seven rings collapse

Although the day could be my last

You will be okay

When I'm gone you'll be okay

And when creation goes to die

You can find me in the sky

Upon the last day

And you will be okay

As the song came to an end Eri climbed off the couch to hug Katsuki tightly around the neck, thanking him happily.

Izuku smiled softly, tears collecting in his eyes.

That was one of the most beautiful songs he had heard.

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waiting-for-cas-to-save-me · 2 years

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Bakugo x reader

I dont normally do two posts in one day but oh well

requested my my gf not on tumblr YET

promt https://writing-prompt-s.tumblr.com/post/657975693823655936/when-you-were-seven-you-held-a-fake-wedding-by

This is also my very first my hero academiafanficSo please be gentle on me Sorry for shitty grammar and spelling I'm a fanfic author not Misha Collins

"Mawage. Mawage is what bwings us togethah today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dream!

Kacchan and Y/n have come here to make this tweasured agweement in front of their family and fwiends, pwomising their commitment in this holy and magnificent pwace, today and each day fowawd.

We would not be here today without wuv. Wuv, twoo wuv between these two. Twoo wuv will follow you forevah, so tweasure your wuv, Kacchan and y/n, always.

Do you Kacchan, take y/n to be your lawfuwy wedded wife"the small green haired boy spoke stuttering and stumbling over his words trying his best to sound like an official priest

" I do" came from the mouth of a blond haired child as he held on to his "brides " hands in the park under the pine trees behind the slide.

"Do you y/n, take kacchan to be your lawfuwy wedded huswand"the green haired child spoke one more

"of corse she does Deku just do the part" the blond got more angry

"she has to say I do kacchan!"

"I do" y/n said confidently

"you my kiss the bwide"

Y/n looked ant the blond in a state of panick not sure what to do after all her mother was watching this whole ordeal happen when the bloond kissed her cheek and forehead

" I pwononce you huswand and wife"

the other kids there threw wood chips at the two of you as your mothers laughed at the sight only two of them knowing this wasnt just "some play ground wedding" Bakugo Katsuki was now able to assend the throne one day and become the king when he came of age with Y/n as his queen.

Everyone at school respected their playground marriageI knew if anyone tried to touch her,He would use his quirk and turn them into a crispy sandwich.She needed anything deku was to be on it.He would have laid down his life for both of them.as he knew when the day came he would be the one that would have to retrieve His best friend's bride.

Katsuki ( aka Kacchan) and Izuku(deku) had to move away with little to no knotice given to his "bride".Y/n I thought her best friend and her playground husband were going to leave her forever.She would miss them.more than she would ever understand.every year right around the same time of the playground weddings anniversaryHer heart would grow heavy her face to tear laden and stained.Her mother told her after 2 years to understand that it was just a playground wedding it wasn't the real things sweetheart one day the right man will come along and he will sweep you off your feet you aren't actually married to Katsuki Bakugou.He and his family moved away.

You first had to get through the years of elementary school and learning how not to activate your quirk.Then came middle school. You didn't really talk about what had happened as a child anymore.It was just in the back of your mind a kid you thought you'd never see again.

Then came high schoolAnd you're 17th birthday When you heard from him then for the first time. But you didn't seek him out and I guess he saw you out. on your 17th birthday you received a letter with a wax seal on the envelope.You opened it.and found your name and words telling youThat's someone would be coming to pick you up but in the next two weeks to take you to the land that you've never even heard of.where you your wedding from when you were 7 years old underneath some pine trees behind the slide was legal in binding.How are you supposed to tell your mom and dad.You didn't know,But you packed up your essentials things you know you need on a regular basis.Your heart fluttered knowing you get to see him again.It made happier than it shuld have But one thing kept pulling at your heart knowing that you may never see your parents again.Why didn't he ever tell you he was a prince ?Why didn't his mother tell anyone about it?Was as if you are part of this ?There for so many questions that had to be answered but you had to wait for the messenger to come and retrieve you before you could ask any of them.When the day finally came lo and behold it was a man The 10 years ago you man and wife himself your best friend.First thing you did was not give him a hug .You in fact you sucker punched him right into that .Which pain in here is that especially for just up and leaving without saying goodbye or anything really.Just had to go.He explained some things on the way,Made it clear to you that bakugo is a really in love you.he wasn't just using you for the throne like most people would think. no he truly have deep rooted feeling for you even back then .And now He has come of age and was time to claim the throne with you by his side..After hours of travel correction days weeks of travelYou guess their parents have put a missing report out for you so eventually you'd have to call them or send them a letter.Explain what was going onB ut it can wait for now there was one hope and concern was getting to see him again.And when you did man were you surprised he had grown up into wearing bright red his body was very well taken care of some would even say ripped .That's the one thing that you been aiing to see was those red eyes .those red eyes We're softer then When you had looked into and said the words I do not knowing What it ment He thanked Izuku for finding youI'm bringing you home.He asked if you even remembered him to what she said yes,he said sorry for leaving so fast It was not the way he wanted itBut he was still a child just the prince. now he's ready to take his place with you by his side once and for all . his hands calloused and warm but still his hands. he didnt kiss your cheek this time he planted a soft kiss on your lips this time andoffered to take you hiself to the tailor to have your own new wardrobe and anything else you'd need made or brought to you.

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lyrical-panic · 3 years

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Some Scars aren’t Physical: PART 1

Iida x GN! Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Past abusive relationship (gaslighting, possessiveness, yelling), slight panic attack, swearing

Summery: (Y/N) had a terrible boyfriend in middle school. He was possessive, manipulative, and just plain awful. Since breaking up with Him, (Y/N)’s had pretty bad relationship anxiety. It’s so bad, that it makes them afraid to pursue their new crush: the kind, earnest class rep, Tenya Iida.

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. . .

It only takes one bad experience to ruin something forever.

Take dating, for instance.

You hadn’t had many friends in middle school. You had Izuku, your friend since elementary school, and the people who sat next to you in class who occasionally talked to you. That was about it, but it never mattered. You were still happy.

Then there was Him.

He had been kind. Flattering. He laughed at your jokes and told you His own. You had been happier than you had ever been when you started dating. You spent long nights on the phone with Him, trying to smother your giddy laughter so not to wake the rest of your house. Then you spent hours recounting every moment of the conversation to Izuku, who always rolled his eyes playfully, remarking “As long as you’re happy, (Y/N).”

Then He changed.

It was a gradual shift. You didn’t even realize that something wasn’t right until a month or so into the relationship. It started with Izuku, funnily enough. He didn’t like how close you were with him. You had tried to calmly explain to Him that you were just friends, and had been friends for several years. He wouldn’t have it, though. He never outright asked you to stop spending time with Izuku, but He made it very clear that He didn’t approve of your friendship.

You didn’t want Him to be angry with you. You didn’t cut Izuku out completely, you couldn’t bear to. You did start to avoid him, though.

It didn’t end with Izuku, though. Next it was the classmates you occasionally hung out with. Next it was anyone He didn’t personally know. Next it was anyone if He wasn’t there.

Then there were the arguments. You were frustrated. You told Him that he couldn’t control you like this. But you couldn’t bring yourself to leave Him. Not when His counterarguments where oh so persuasive.

“Listen, these people don’t really care about you. They’re just going to hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. You trust me, right?”

The hurt look on His face was enough for you to assure Him that yes, of course you trusted Him. You weren’t sure how honest you were being, though.

Four months.

It took four months of loneliness, and anxiety for you to finally end it. It took four months of Izuku pleading with you to leave Him before you actually did it.

He wouldn’t go down without a fight, unfortunately. He went down in the end, albeit kicking and screaming. He had raised his voice at our before, but never like this. He had never screamed directly in your face. You’d never cried in front of Him before. You’d been good at hiding it, but the all the pent up anxiety and frustrations you were feeling spilt out when He shrieked at you like that.

He’d been suspended for two weeks. They were over all too fast.

He hardly talked to you when He got back, but you always felt His eyes. They seemed to follow you wherever you went.

Izuku stuck to you like glue. He was a nervous kid, and he never said anything directly to Him, but he was always there, offering you his silent support.

“Do you think you’ll want to date anyone else?” Izuku asked one day.

“No one from our class,” You rolled your eyes, surveying the middle school classroom.

“What about when we get to high school?”

“I don’t know,” You answered after a moment. “I’d like to be in a good relationship, but…”

Izuku frowned. “But?”

You averted your eyes, feeling His gaze burning a hole in the back of your head. “I thought He seemed good at first. Look how well that went.”

. . .

High school felt like heaven. It might’ve been grueling, and sure, villains showed up every other week, but He wasn’t there. Izuku was, though, plus you both managed to make a few other friends.

Iida was one such friend. The first thing you had noticed about him was that he was loud. You had never liked loud people, especially after what had happened with Him, but Iida was never loud to you directly. He was just loud in general.

A few weeks into your friendship with him, and you realized that he was incredibly earnest. He was dependable, and seemed to be one of the kindest, if also intense people you’d ever met.

He was also handsome.

You spent lunch periods staring at Iida’s large hands, wondering what they’d feel like in your own. You laid awake at night, hugging your pillow and pretending it was him.

One night, as you pictured him holding you, his gentle arms suddenly became tight and constrictive. Suddenly, it wasn’t Iida.

It was Him.

Your breathing became sporadic you threw your pillow onto the floor. You folded in on yourself, rubbing your arms to try to rid yourself of His lingering touch.

“I can’t,” You whimpered. “I can’t,”

You wanted to be with Iida, you really did. But He was still poisoning your mind.

. . .

“(L/N), are you doing anything this weekend?”

You hummed noncommittally at Iida, who was standing at your desk, waiting for you to pack up to go home.

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged. “What about you?”

“Well, a cafe recently opened near my home, I’m thinking of checking it out.” He said casually, eyes darting away. “Perhaps you’d like to come with me?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, looking up at the boy. “Uh, yeah! That sounds fun. It’d be nice to spend some time with you outside of school.”

“Yes, I-I thought the same thing.” Iida readjusted his glasses, a pink dusting forming on his cheeks. “Is Saturday alright with you?”

About twenty minutes later, when you and Izuku were walking home from the train station, he asked if you wanted to do anything over the weekend.

“On Sunday, maybe.” You kicked an acorn along the sidewalk. “Iida and I are going out on Saturday.”

“Woah, really? Like on a date?”

“I- I don’t- what?” You froze. You replayed the conversation with Iida in your head. “Is it a date? Shit. I can’t go on a date.”

“Why not?” Izuku furrowed his brows in concern. “Iida’s really nice, I think you’d be happy with him. You’d have a good time.”

“Yeah, well we thought I’d be happy with Him too,”

Izuku flinched, understanding flashing in his eyes. “Okay. (Y/N), Iida is lightyears better than Him. Iida’s a super serious guy, but that makes him transparent. If he had ulterior motives, or even if he just seemed like he’d be a dick, you’d know it. Iida isn’t Him. At least go out with him this one time.”

“But I-”

“It’s one date, not marriage.” Izuku reasoned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “There are no obligations. Go out with him. If it goes well, then great! You can do it again, or, don’t. If it goes poorly, then end it there. You don’t have to tie yourself to Iida just because he’s showing interest in you.”

You raised a pointed eyebrow. “What if I’m not interested in him?”

“(Y/N).” Izuku deadpanned. “You and I both know that you are.”

You snickered a little, the sound coming out breathy and broken. “Ok. One date. We’ll see where it goes from there.”

. . .

Izuku knew you and Iida had it bad for each other. The staring longingly when the other wasn’t looking, the flustered laughing, all the goddamn blushing, there was a lot. It was torture watching you both dance around each other, but he knew it wasn’t easy for you. He had left his mark on you, even if it wasn’t a physical one.

Izuku wasn’t exactly thrilled to push you right back into dating when you obviously were uncomfortable, despite knowing that Iida could be a healing presence in your life if you let him.

So you were going on a date with him.

“It’s one date, not marriage.” He had said, trying to convince himself as well as you. “There are no obligations.”

Izuku knew Iida. He trusted him with his life, he just wasn’t sure if he trusted him with you. You, the closest thing to a sibling Izuku had ever had. You, who had stayed his friend even after you had manifested your quirk and he’d been left quirkless. You, who stayed by his side and defended him against Kacchan and his other middle school bullies.

You, who had been hurt before by someone you had liked.

Izuku groaned, flopping onto his bed. “Iida isn’t Him. Iida isn’t Him. He’s not going to hurt (Y/N). They’re going to be fine.”

It still didn’t stop him from constantly checking his phone, to see if you’d messaged him. Today was your date. He check the time again. 3:21. You should be home by now, or at least on the way. He’d told you to text him when you were home and tell him all about the date, but you might’ve forgotten. Maybe he should text your parents?

No. He was your best friend, not your father. He’d wait to see if you contacted him. If you didn’t, no big deal. He’d see you on Monday at school. Izuku very deliberately placed his phone face down on his bedside table. Deciding to go for a jog to get his mind off it, he began to change into his workout clothes.

Not two minutes later, his phone buzzed. Halfway into his gym shorts, Izuku scrambled back to the table, tripping over his own feet and hitting his head squarely on the bed frame.

“Shit!” He hissed, rubbing his forehead.

“Izuku?” His mother called. “Is everything all right in there?”

“Yeah, I just tripped. I’m okay.” He replied, feeling around for his phone with the hand not cradling his head. Much to Izuku’s disappointment, the text wasn’t from you.

Much to his surprise though, it was from Iida.

Iida: Is (L/N) afraid of me?

“Uh oh,” He murmured, fingers already flying across the keypad.

Izuku: wdym? Did something happen during your date?

Iida: Kind of? It went well, but (L/N) seemed really nervous.

Izuku: And you weren’t? Lol, it’s your first date

Iida: Well, yes of course I was nervous. (L/N) seems more nervous then would be ordinary in that situation, though.

Izuku: What exactly did they do?

Iida: They were very overly jittery. They looked apprehensive and guilty whenever we talked. At one point I put my hand on their arm and they flinched.

“Oh shit,” Izuku whispered. Iida wasn’t done, though.

Iida: The night ended well enough, I suppose. They seemed to have a good time, it just looked like they were too frightened to enjoy it to the full extent, though.

Izuku: You didn’t do anything weird, did you?

Iida: Weird how? All I did was talk to them. I offered to pay for their food, but they declined. I touched their arm, but once they flinched away I didn’t try again. We walked back to the train station together, and I offered to accompany them home, but they shot me down again.

Izuku sighed, rubbing his throbbing temples. It was a delicate situation. It wasn’t really Izuku’s place to tell Iida your business. So how was he going to tell Iida that you had relationship trauma without actually telling him?

Izuku: Ok, I don’t think you did anything wrong. (Y/N) gets nervous at the idea of dating, but I promise it’s not you. They’ve had bad experiences with dating, but they seem to really like you and want to try again.

Izuku: (Y/N)’s story isn’t mine to tell. If they feel comfortable giving you all the details, then they will. All you need to know for now is that their anxiety isn’t your fault. It also doesn’t mean that they don’t like you because I don’t think I’ve ever seen them as happy with someone as they are with you

Iida: I see. Their behavior makes a little more sense now. Thank you for telling me, Midoriya. I’d like to have a relationship with them, so on Monday I’ll talk to them and see if there’s anything I can do or stop doing to make them more comfortable. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am when I’m with them either, in all honesty. I would hate to loose them over a misunderstanding.

Izuku chuckled, smiling warmly at his device. “What was I ever worried about?”

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katsuflossy · 4 years

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Could I get a Bakugo x Reader where the Mina convinces the reader to avoid Bakugo for a day to make "the heart grow fonder" and when Bakugo finds out he goes off on Mina, takes the reader to his room and gets super clingy? If that makes any sense at all

The Heart Grows Fonder...Even if Mina has to Force it.

A/N: Hiii. Thanks for being my first ask! I really appreciate it💕💕 And it made total sense to me. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Bakugo x reader

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“I mean it’s not that hard for someone to hold your hand or give encouragement without a shitload of insults before AND after those affections. Like, you’re his GIRLFRIEND. For Christ’s sake.” Mina paced around your dorm, avoiding the little hut she made on the ground for your frequent study sessions. Those study sessions lead up to what she calls ‘Teatime with Mina’ and the show was currently running.

She always gets better grades when studying with Bakugo but that’s beside the point.

“Mina, I knew what I signed up for and it’s okay, he doesn’t usually mean-” She cut you off with a palm to the face, already knowing the recycled excuses you were about to give. “It doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s been being extra moody to you but hanging out with Eiji all day!” Your shoulders drooped at the truth; her words sounding little insecurities you shoved at the back of your mind. He has been distant and more irate lately, most letting all the smoke out on Midoriya and leaving a little heat for you. But, towards you, it was mostly the cold char and ash as if he was too moody to speak to you properly but still able to spit out a few embers

And Mina had enough of it.

“(Y/n), for the last week we had this same talk, and nothing gets changed. We need to teach him a lesson: that Class 1A’s sweetheart will not take this cold bad boy persona anymore, that’s like, soo 3 years ago.” Hesitation circled within your head. It would be a lie if you did not want your boyfriend to at least be a little bit more affectionate but this was Mina’s plan, and her plans were not known for leaving Bakugo a happier man. You had two options: Hope that your ox of a boyfriend has a change of heart and starts giving you more attention or go on Mina’s suicide mission.

The chances were more favorable with Mina’s, even if it was risky.

The next morning, Mina’s operation, The Heart Grows Fonder, took off full steam. You sighed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you walked out of your dorm 15 minutes before the actual time Bakugo would bang on the door yelling at you to get the fuck up. Mina made sure to text all the guidelines of the operation, even emergency steps for when Bakugo does something dangerous, call it “Atomic Blonde”. Arriving at the living room, you met with Tenya conversing with Midoriya, possibly about their work study. With a nod to the other few students in the lounge, you greet the two.

“Goodmorning (Y/n), you’re awfully early this morning. Where’s Kacchan? He’s usually with you.” Midoriya surveyed the area to make sure he was not mistaken. You mentally cursed at how known it is that Kastuki has to wake you up in the morning because you’re a late riser.

“Well, I’m trying to be more productive and get up earlier for the day.” Your poorly made excuse was enough for Tenya to take and change the conversation with.

“That’s great (l/n). It’s amazing and very beneficial to wake up early in the morning to start the day out right with more energ-”

“(Y/N)! If you don’t open this fucking door right now I will blast it down!” The irate’s shouts could be heard from the floor above. The muffled threat was caught by everyone’s ears, eyes now turning their attention to you, who was sweating bullets from the idea of getting caught.

“Well I’ll take your word for it Tenya, I’ll even start jogging now!” and with that, you sped out of the building as the duo blinked at your figure in confusion.

Bakugo did not make the day easy for you, not within the slightest. First, he blew up your phone ranging from concerns to curses to threats for not opening his messages and one apology written by Kirishima about your boyfriend’s crude behavior. Then he constantly glared at you in class every chance he got until Present Mic asked if he needed to go to the bathroom because his face was so screwed. Finally, he tried to corner you during paired practice to which “Atomic Blonde” had to shift into full gear.

It was terrifying to see the blonde burst through the crowd with a villain hunch and a deadly aura spanning the room. A scream of your name had Uraraka grab your hand and nervously declare you as her partner before using her gravity-defying quirk to hightail the both of you out of the blonde’s way. The class simply observed the two girls floating away while Bakugo stayed on the ground, releasing his rage in a series of spitfires and curses.

Turns out, all the girls knew of the operation. Thank Mina for implementing Code Atomic Blonde which involved the heroine troop of 1A.

But no one could rescue you this time.

As soon as practice ended, Uraraka got a message from Midoriya saying that he was at Recovery Girl injured and needed help. She left you promptly but not before hastily apologizing. Never mind it, you searched for Mina carefully, hoping not to encounter the raging bull who was targeting you. Approaching the exit, you checked each corner before stepping out into the open, only to be pulled back into the practice room. The air forced out of your lungs as your back crashed against the wall, halting your movement due to the shock and the immediate pain. Two muscular arms caged your being in like prison bars and maroon eyes froze you on sight. A shadow cast above his brows and his lips pulled back in a ferocious snarl.

The bull got you.

“Are you fucking kidding me (Y/n)?!” The dynamic of his vocals nearly burst your eardrums due to its loudness.

“W-what are you talking about Kastuki?” A nervous laughter escaped your lung attempting to diffuse the threatening and honestly scary atmosphere.

“Don’t play dumb with me right now. You really went along with Mina’s shit of a plan!” Oh, he was fuming.

“Kastuki, I-”

“Don’t. say. anything.” His curt response shut you up immediately, too guilty to utter a word. He didn’t even look at you as he snatched your wrist, dragging your body to wherever he pleased.

“Kastuki! Where are we going?” But your question fell on stubborn ears as you were continuously tugged without question or. Soon, you find yourself on the Height Alliance grounds, stumbling up the stairs as Bakugo still had your hand in his grasp. The next minute his bed hits your back which was honestly sore from the first impact. Same arms caged in your head but a softer look froze you this time.

“I know Mina put you up for this stupid cold shoulder idea.”

“Wha- How?”

“Mina told Denki, his short-fused brain couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” you sighed, already plotting revenge on Kaminari for breaking girl code. “So I took Deku’s phone so Round Face can fuck off.” His snarl deepens as the thought of Midoriya before returning to you.

“I can’t believe you followed her stupid prank.” Your own snarl branded your face now.

“It wasn’t a stupid prank. It was payback; you haven’t talked to me the whole week and if you did, you were always moody.” Two snarls stared at each other, competing for the surface area of each face until Bakugo scoffed and plopped over to your right, taking up the remaining area of the bed. His lithe body reached over to his bedside table before tossing a long, narrow black case to you.

“Our 6 months anniversary is tomorrow and I didn’t know what to buy you or what you girls liked. So, I asked Shitty Hair and he’s been helping me this entire week so I could surprise you with something.” His eyes staring at his mattress, trying to hide the red blush brightening his face. Inside rested snuggly was a tennis bracelet with your favorite jewel. Your own face warming up at the gesture.

“Aw Bakugo...This is so nice.”

“Yeah, yeah tell that to the chewed up wad of gum. Handed her ass to her when Round Face to you for a flight.” His smirk branding on his face, proud of his victory before pulling you into his arms. His legs intertwined in your own as his hands spanned on your back, making no easy way for an escape.

Not that you would.

Your head meets the slope of his neck, breathing in the light caramel scent naturally secreting from his skin. His head laid on top of yours as his hands massaged the sore areas of your back in a soundless apology.

“Bakugo, I’m sorry for ignoring you. I was just so lonely this week and I didn’t think of asking you if-”

“I know you’re sorry just...stay here.” The only sound made was the two of you breathing as you both lulled off to sleep.

Mission: Accomplished(?)

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skaryskylar · 4 years

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CAMELOT

Pairing: BakuDeku, DekuBaku Switch

Type: One-Shot

Prompt: Twin Stars Week/Day 2-Pro Heroes

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentioned smut, ANGST , Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Post-Canon

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"Don't let it be forgot, that for one brief, shining moment there was a Camelot." - Jackie

The morning dew has yet to clear. Kyoka finds her gaze drawn to the gleaming drops against the lush green expanse of the lot. It goes out for as far as her eye could see, trickling even into the thicket of oak trees beyond the yard. A wisteria looms over the black gate in the distance, lavender falls obscuring an entire section of it. The fog of the night has begun to lift, but only just. The world remains in a sleepy gray.

Fitting, she supposes, for a day like this.

She turns back to the great white house that stood high above her, taking in the roman pillars on either side of the porch, the double wooden doors, wrap-around porch, and just the sheer majesty of it overwhelms her.

She looks down. 'Trespass and you die.' said the welcome mat. If anything, at least she knows she has the right house. Kyoka steels herself.

The dark cherry wood of the door opens just as she lifts her hand to knock again. A face stares out at her, and it takes a moment for her to recognize her old friend. Age had done him a favor. Grief threatens to take it away. He's blessed with smooth skin, few wrinkles courtesy of his quirk, only a hint of crow's feet.

But his eyes are dull. She remembers them as gleaming rubies-keen, cut sharp enough to kill-always staring at their target with a startling intensity.

This is the color of muddied blood, sickly with dark rims beneath the gaze. Still, she smiles, opening her arms to tug him into a tight embrace. He doesn't resist. There was a time when such a show of affection would've meant small explosions and screaming, but the morning's silence goes uninterrupted till she dares to murmur,

"Hello Kats. It's good to see you."

He pats her shoulder, still silent as he inclines his head to tuck his chin over her head. His grip tightens once, twice, then he releases her, wordlessly drawing back inside to clear the entryway. She follows. Behind her the door shuts with a creak as she looks about the foyer, quick eyes darting from the marble staircase by the wall, to the glistening chandelier above their heads, then out to the halls. She follows the sound of his fading footsteps, taking her time as she prowls looking from photo to photo of bright smiling faces, a happier golden time.

All the while ignoring the oppressive knells of tragedy that ring out in every corner, rattling her ears till she has to cover the jacks with her hands to reduce the pressure.

"This is a nice place Kats." she calls out, to distract herself. Minutes pass. She doesn't think he's going to answer when a low, raspy voice sounds out,

"...That's right. You missed the housewarming. You were-,"

"In America, covering the war."

She finishes her snooping. Tucking into the dining room where he waited, she looks at how he looms over the bar cart at the other end of the room. The gray cast through the window bathes him in a gaunt light, placing shadows where there should've been none, dimming his usual glow till he himself was a shade. Kyoka makes her way to him slowly, but with each step, the vision steadily gets worse.

Katsuki is by no means an unattractive man, but there's something off. An...unstableness to him. The rumors swirl in the back of her mind but she pushes them away. Time may have made them grow distant, but she still thinks she knows him. Knows what he's capable of. At least, when it comes to her.

"Sorry about that again. Oh, um, just water please," She nods as the man gestures to the drinks on the rolling bar cart.

He puts her drink at the right hand seat of the head of the tables. She take her place with grace, placing her tape recorder and notebook down primly. Gazing out the window, she patiently waits for him to settle with his whiskey.

There are no words of judgement spoken aloud as he takes a hearty swig.

She can feel his eyes on her, and hear the flicker when he turns away, following her gaze out the window to the rolling lush grass, down at the brown bunny who sniffed around in the dew.

"Are you ready?" She asks after a lengthy silence. The clink of ice in his cup is booming.

"As I'll ever be."

Licking her lips, she turns to him, hand already settled on the tape recorder. He doesn't shift his gaze from the hare in the lawn. There's something indiscernible moving around in his eyes.

Clicking the record button, she begins,

"July 25th. 8: 12 AM. I'm sitting with Katsuki Bakugou hero alias Ground Zero, the Symbol of Victory, here at the number one hero's dining room table. It is a gray day, with a fog settling between the trees surrounding his grand estate and dew still lingering on the blades of grass,"

She stops, considers, concedes.

"There is a rabbit in the yard. He stares out at it instead of me as we begin this interview...Mr. Bakugou how are you feeling today?"

"... It's 'the Wonder Duo's' dining room table, and 'their' grand estate. My name isn't the only one on the deed. And if you're gonna call me that the whole time, we're ending this shit now."

Scarlet eyes flicker to her and there it is. There's the man she knows. The vicious one who would bite and snarl and rip things apart so long as he would win.

"What's going on with you Kats?" She feels emboldened to ask now. "Are you ready to talk about this today? Because if you need to shift this interview slot, I can talk to my boss and have him send someone else-."

"I'm only doing this because it’s you Phones," he says. A hand goes up as if to brush through his hair, hesitates, then drops back down to handle the glass of whiskey. "The others, I-," He looks outside once more. "I can't talk to them.They don't know me. They didn't know him. You've seen us at our worst, and I..."

He falls silent and says no more. There's a vein working in his neck. She could hear it. The quick thump thump thumpof blood flow. She wants to give her quirk to him so he could hear it too: the reminder that he is alive to sit there and say what he needs to say.

Instead, she presses the urge into her grip on the recorder, starting anew.

"July 25th. 8:16 AM. I sit here with Katsuki Bakugou, hero alias Ground Zero, at the Wonder Duo's dining room table. It's a gray day but," She glances out to the clouds overhead. "The sky shows signs of clearing....Kats,"

She waits until the man looks at her, twin rubies dull in the light. Kyoka tries to put the ball in his court.

"Tell me about your husband."

"You know the story of how we met. Childhood friends. We didn't get along around puberty, but we were stuck together throughout UA whether I liked it or not. You were there. You've seen the worst of it."

"I never understood it though. Kirishima and Mina were childhood friends and they-,"

"Were different from us. Or rather Izuku and I were different from the rest....We were always different. Complex. Simple and easy would've bored us I think."

Ice clinking. Fabric rustling as he rolls back the sleeves of his thermal. She takes a deep breath.

"....When did it change?"

If he could, he would gouge out his eyes and swallow them whole so he wouldn't have to see this crap.

"I didn't know they were dating." Mina mumbled into her cup of tea. He doesn't look up from where Deku has an arm slung around Round-Face's shoulder, plush pink lips pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Katsuki sneered.

"They deserve each other," He took a vicious bite from his apple, enjoying the crunch between his teeth as something raw and ugly reared its head within his gut. He felt sick and angry all at once. He wanted to retch. He wanted to fight. He wanted to take Izuku and....and...and...

He didn't know, and that was the worst of it.

"Kacchan! Let me go!" Deku's wrist was rough beneath his grip. The kid had scars, more than Katsuki could even count, all over his arms. He was beginning to suspect that he got them on purpose to look stronger than he really was. If that was the case, he had no qualms about laying down a few marks of his own. Lord knows he was good enough to do it.

"We're sparring nerd! Or are you trying to slack off now that you've got your little fancy ass quirk? You can't take up All Might's mantle if you're not willing to work."

That shut him up the rest of the way to the training room.

"I was supposed to have a date with Ochako tonight," The third-year muttered as he stripped off his shirt. Katsuki looked over the muscles in his back, how they flexed beneath the expanse of tan skin, shoulders covered in dark little constellations.

(And he burned.)

There was a thrill of satisfaction at the words. He swallowed it down lest he say something stupid.

But the feeling was so addictive he couldn't help but do the same thing all over again the next 'date night'. If Round Face wanted to distract the future #2 hero, she'd have to fight Katsuki for Deku's time.

It would have to come to a head eventually. He didn't expect it to take a whole fucking year, but he was nothing if not diligent. When Katsuki opened the door of his apartment one night to find Deku, bulked up from his time as Miruko's side-kick, lingering in his entryway, rain sticking his dark curls to his forehead as his eyes ran red with tears, he knew his work had finally paid off.

It was all he could do to hold back his victorious laughter as he pulled Deku in, peeled the wet clothes off his back, and pressed his advantage.

A hand pauses the recording.

"You broke them up?"

"I didn't break anything. Those two were doomed from the start. Two blatantly gay kids playing 'Heterosexual High School'. I did her a favor. Isn't she with that girl from Class B?"

"I...You're a homewrecker Kats. What an asshole. No wonder she still shit talks about you."

"She still hasn't gotten over it?"

She wants to laugh, but as soon as the impulse rises, the situation bears down on her once more, sobering her amusement into something bittersweet.

"She didn't when I last saw her...But...I mean things are different now aren't they? I don't know how she feels."

His tiny stutter of breath almost gets lost in the 'click' of the recorder. Scarlet eyes return to following the hare.

The first couple months were a disaster. They were either called in for work, rained out, or something. Katsuki wasn't one for religion, but he couldn't help but feel as though karma had a gun to his head and was shaking him down for all he had.

Impromptu dates were the only option. They could never plan anything out, so they went on instinct, feeling their way through the darkness of the unknown, sprinting through each new thrill. It suited them. They weren't boring people, so the typical dating process wasn't up to their speed. Their dates had to be thrilling and unusual.

Katsuki loved each and every one.

But he had a favorite. This one stuck out cause it was the least expected, jarring in how its sheer inconvenience contradicted how much laughter bubbled out of his throat.

After all, not many people could say their boyfriend snuck into their hospital room, escaping from his own by the skin of his teeth, to take them on a date. But there Izuku was, a bouquet of 'Get Well Soon' flowers in his hand still dripping water onto the floor, bandages wrapped all over his chest disappearing below loose sweats. His house slippers scritched against the floor as he approached Katsuki's bed, green eyes alight with a certain glint that Katsuki knew meant trouble.

He was smiling before the shitty nerd could even speak.

"Hey hot stuff," That saucy wink only confirmed his suspicions. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Fuck yes."

His leg was broken in three different places, but that didn't matter. Deku hooked his arms under Katsuki's body bridal style, mindful of his own broken ribs, then leapt out the open window, curtains a flutter behind them as they went through the sky. He'd remember the way the wind whipped at his face, how his leg throbbed as the painkillers that made him drowsy began to wear off, but it was the hands clutching him tight that imprinted on his mind.

It didn't matter how much time passed. He'd be able to sketch those hands from memory. He knew their touch like he knew his own. Every mottled scar and each crook in his fingers, he could see them even if he went blind. There was no touch he knew to be gentler.

Even as they landed, and the ground quaked beneath the force of Deku's feet, he was brought down so softly, as if he were a thing to be treasured.

There was a picnic already set up. He could see the large tartan blanket from the sky. (Later he would find out Shitty Hair and Pinky helped out, but for that moment, his eyes were on the tall figure of his man with his broad back to him as he faced the world, spine strong and straight as the tree trunks that surrounded them.) The little details like the picnic basket, his old Victrola and a box of his vinyl were the ones his eyes had missed. He could smell spicy takeout from the Indian joint he and Kiri always went to, and a steadily burning teakwood candle that was definitely Mina's special touch.

A sudden fondness for his friends rose quick, but he tamped it down, fighting back the smile on his face.

He lost when Deku turned.

His grin was cheeky as he held up a bottle of jack, and Katsuki knew that was definitely the other man's idea. No one else paid attention to what he preferred to drink, just taking a single sniff, scrunching their nose and running away before he could convince them to try it.

"For the pain!" Deku said excitedly, knowing damn well their nurses would have their heads if they found out.

Ice clinks in the glass. Kyoka looks at the dregs of dark liquor at the bottom.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment the realization came. They ate in relative comfort, drank more than they were supposed to well into night, watching the stars flicker into existence as the moon made its arc through the dark sky.

It might've been when they set their favorite record to play and Izuku lifted him up. Strength was always effortless when it came to him. It made Katsuki feel safe. He didn't need the protection but it didn't hurt to indulge for once, laying his cheek against a firm, barrel chest and enjoying the warmth of an embrace as they swayed. His feet dangled in the air, alcohol dulling the pain of the broken one into a mild thrum that was lost to the tingling sensation of something going right for once.

Yes, that was the night Katsuki realized this was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He stops talking. The tattoo around his finger is as bright as any ring, a simple neon green circlet, neon green lightning bolt where a diamond would've been. Kyoka licks her lips. The recorder is held tight in her hand, knuckles turning white till she realizes and loosens her grip. The two are silent. She searches for something, anything to say, but is interrupted by the thundering of little feet on the stairs, shoes slipping on the marble floors as wild shrieks rang through the hallway.

"Dad! Dad!"

And then comes the deluge. There are six of them, tumbling through the door still in their nightgowns, bedheads wild atop their heads and sleep still in the nooks of their eyes. They clamber around them, only a few sparing a curious glance at her before turning to their apparent father.

(When did this happen? Where was she for this part of their lives? All these tiny faces were unfamiliar to her.)

Katsuki holds the glass far from their reach, despite the only contents being ice, and smiles for the first time that day, shoving back all the grief and fatigue to quirk his lips.

"What's going on brats?"

"It's Aurore," The oldest, she presumes, starts with a confident bang. "Her quirk won't shut off! She broke the sink!"

As if hearing her name, the girl, the true oldest, question comes in.

Floats in, rather. Kyoka watches in mounting horror as the teen, no older than fifteen, comes over with terrible wails, black tendrils bursting from her hands like whips. But even this couldn't keep her attention.

No, it's the pink lightning all over her body that sets off alarms in her mind. She'd seen this before, in a different color.

"Her...Her quirk...it looks a lot like De-,"

Katsuki's hand slams down on the recorder, resounding slap making them all jump. He doesn't look at her as he gets up, one long lean line of power and authority.

"I've gotta take care of the kids. Come back tomorrow."

Then without another glance back, he takes the crying girl by her wrist, tugging her out to another part of the house. The other children follow, casting glances at her with wide bulbous eyes. Confused, and a little hurt, Kyoka collects her things and leaves.

The hare is back. She thinks its warren is nearby. It's resting in the grass, uncaring of the exposure as she stares. The fog hasn't lifted. The sun stubbornly refuses to come out. Katsuki answers the door even before she walks all the way up to the great white porch. They go back to the dining room from yesterday. He has a pitcher of water set out for them both. She doesn't even think of the eerie silence until he explains,

"The kids have gone to their Grandma Inko's for the weekend."

"Oh, I didn't mind! You didn't have to-,"

"I think," he says softly. "That she needs them more than I do right now."

There are no words that she can say to that. Slipping into the easy folds of professionalism, she sets her recorder on the table. He looks out to watch the hare.

She begins.

"July 26th. 8:01 AM. Same place as yesterday, with the same fog. The house is empty-,"

"You can't write about them. The kids." He says abruptly. She sends him a look, forcibly erasing the last couple seconds from the tape. "Sorry, but I wanted to make that clear. The kids are...They need to stay safe."

"You have my word," She murmurs. He nods. She restarts.

"July 26th. 8:02 AM. Same place as yesterday, with the same fog. Katsuki sits at the head of the table, staring out the window at the same rabbit." She slides her gaze around the room, settling on a photo propped on a side table. She was there the day that photo was taken. She could hear the fireworks, the applause, the sweet, sweet music they danced to that night.

Twin smiles look back at her, imploring her to ask.

"Kats, tell me about him. If you could tell the world what you want them to remember about your husband, what would it be?"

It's a strange question. He turns at the sound of it, then follows her gaze to the portrait.

At once, he reaches for the whiskey on the rolling cart.

The day of his wedding, he was nervous. It would turn out to be a fine affair; there wasn't a doubt in his mind about that, but that was only if Izuku didn't come to his senses and realize Katsuki was a selfish, rude prick with a temper and a mouth to match. He panicked. He fumbled over something as simple as his tie. His hands were shaking.

And he started to cry. It was only his Dad in the room, and Masaru was a complete bumbling mess when it came to tears, so the man left and, out of all the people he could've found to help, he found his wife.

Like he said. Complete bumbling mess.

Katsuki held back a scream when the old hag appeared. He nearly didn't invite her. She was the bridezilla of a wedding with no brides, paying strict detail to every fucking thing under the moon. But as soon as he saw her, the tears stopped short. He seethed instead, recoiling angrily as she fretted over him, tying his tie as she did back when he was a child.

"Kats'ki,"

He blinked. He hadn't heard his name pronounced like that since he was child. It turned his insides into mush, soft and malleable, quieting his curses till he was looking down at her with wide, blinking eyes.

(And wasn't that a wonder? She was a giant in his eyes once upon a time, but now she craned her neck to fix her gaze upon his face, weathered hands pressing against his cheeks as they did when he was a boy.)

"You're more like me than you're father. I suppose I need to be the one to tell you how not to screw this up-,"

He wanted to protest, but she pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him before smoothing out the lapels of his jacket.

"There's no marriage advice that applies to all couples. What worked for me and your father may not work for you and my darling Izuku, but nevertheless," Fingers paused, hesitated, then squeezed his shoulders. She pressed a firm kiss to his forehead."It must be said. Your passion is your greatest asset, but your temper is your worst. Never spend an entire day angry. Talk out your problems.

"Let yourself love him. Let that love consume you whole till it feels like there's nothing left but that warm, sticky feeling. And let him love you in return."

Everything was golden that day. Ivory and gold. He remembered how the champagne flowed freely. It went down his mouth in waves, sweetness sticking under his tongue, traces of it on the curve of Izuku's lips when he kissed him.

Katsuki wasn't a dancer but he danced that night. There was never a moment when there wasn't a hand at his waist, or his own wrapped around a firm shoulder. But, no matter where his steps strayed, he always found himself back in the same embrace, held tight against a firm chest, nose brushing against the smooth curve of a neck smelling of pine and sandalwood.

"I love you," And if he could, he would tattoo the words onto his heart, to have and to hold until he took his last breath.

That day, in that glorious, reception hall of gold and ivory and pale white roses, they had their peace. For one brief, shining moment, there was a Camelot: a fairy tale in which greatness was golden, and they had the King Midas touch.

There would be none like it ever again.

"I was at your wedding," Kyoka says wistfully. "The press was in a frenzy for any pictures. TIME said it was bigger than the royal wedding. You two single-handedly brought a small city in Japan under the scrutiny of the world..." She sighs, recalling the breathlessness of it all, of sitting in the pew and feeling the tides of history wash over her skin. "It was a gorgeous ceremony."

"...Yes," he replies, eyes flickering away from the photo. "It was."

The honeymoon was in Nice, France. It was strange. They weren't bombarded for photos. Either nobody knew them or nobody cared. They spent their days rolling around in the cool sheets of their hotel room, or laid out on the hot pebbles of the beach, toes in the rolling water of the tide. They would whisper secrets the other already knew in the dark, nibbling on cold pizza out by the shore, staring out at the vastness of the ocean as night brought them into its cool embrace. Izuku was a light even in that darkness. He was warm when the winds were cool, and still as the earth when the tide threatened to plunge them into the depths of the sea.

He could never turn it off, that thing that made him so bright. His moral arc was unshakeable, bending ever towards his idea of justice and peace. A symbol of strength in times when others were weak.

When Katsuki was weak.

Izuku said once that Katsuki was his image of victory. But age and experience taught him that the top spot wasn't everything. There was something greater than victory to strive for. It tasted just as sweet, but it was deeper, more profound.

He couldn't put a name to it but that...that thing was what he saw in Izuku. It was an innate glow. Every smile, twinkle of his eyes and even the smallest twitch of his crooked fingers bled with it.

He thought he could taste it on Izuku's skin. He certainly tried. When they lay in bed at night, he traced the map of the heavens with his lips, following each mottled scar that formed a road, memorizing each speckled freckle that formed a constellation against a tanned sky. With each kiss, each swipe of his tongue, he would taste the salt of his sweat but there would be something sweeter looming just beyond. He could spend hours searching for it, but Izuku, in all his niceties, was an impatient man.

The taste would barely brush his palette before the man would push him back into the soft mattress, set upon him with a vigor, and thrust into his heat till he saw fireworks.

Kyoka takes a long, heavy sip of water, resisting the urge to hide her cheeks behind her hands.

He thought he could see it sometimes. There was a little girl going around Nice, the local thief. They saw her pickpocket an elderly couple and immediately sprang into action. But she was fast. In a blink, she could cross the distance Katsuki made with ten steps.

She couldn't control her quirk though. So when they started nearing the beach, and she looked back at them with fear, there was only one deadly end that could be made. He tried to yell at her to stop, but that only made her jump. Before he could reach her, she was drowning. He was in the waves in an explosion of red and gold, but Deku came from nowhere, black whips surrounding her little body till they lifted her out of the teeming waters.

He carried her to shore, back against the halo of the sun. Katsuki could see it then, in that moment. It wasn't the electric green glow of One for All, but something more. Colorless and without a name.

(Did that sound insane? Maybe he was insane.)

He rescued that little girl, listened to her tragic backstory of abandonment as Katsuki sat fuming off to the side, eyes watching for any sleight of her tiny hand that could lead to Deku being hurt.

(It never came. Not even in the years after. Even accidentally, Deku was the one person Aurore could never harm.)

Their time in Nice, though enlivened by the incident, slowed back down after that. Deku had made a name for himself, helping out in minor incidents because of course he did. Le lapin vert, or Lap-V according to the hipster kids that skated around. He was a hero, even on their honeymoon, simply because he knew no other way to be.

Katsuki didn't fight it. He didn't mind so long as there was a familiar arm slung over his waist in the night, steady breath on the back of his neck and that deep, profound feeling of safety.

They were golden. They were good.

Then they returned to work, spent years dedicating themselves to the tireless cause of justice, picking up orphaned children and taking them in as their own, picking up falling buildings, picking up society as a whole and carrying it on their backs until....

Unti Izuku died, and all things golden and good died with him.

He takes a moment. She allows it, watching with weary, burning eyes as he slips a worn pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He at least has the decency to get up and open the window, smoke filtering out into cool morning air, blending into the drab gray.

"Thought you gave up smoking."

"...It comes and goes."

He watches the rabbit in the yard. The rabbit watches him back.

He had the day off. He could still remember how warm the bed was that morning. The sun's light had cast their bedroom in a blissful glow, one in which he lounged in like a cat, stretching out his limbs with a great, silent yawn.

He had kissed Izuku's forehead, soft and tender with affection he wouldn't dare display if the other man were awake, then went to put on a pot of coffee. The children were still asleep, as they were wont to do those early summer mornings. Half-days at school meant they didn't have to go in until a little later, leaving the house in a comfortable silence punctured only by the scritch of his slippers and faint chimes of the Corinthian bells hanging outside the window over the sink. It was soon joined by the rumble of the coffee maker, and a tired sigh as a strong arm wrapped about his waist.

Izuku mumbled his 'good morn'ng' in the same tone he used every day.

(He didn't realize how much he would miss it till he struggled to recall the string of syllables in his mind, searching for the exact lilt on the vowels, that low tired thrum that sent shivers down his spine, as he stood alone in the silence of the following mornings.)

They had coffee and toast, talking about nothing of importance. Class A gossip. Hero Politics. The kids.

Izuku took his shower. Katsuki washed the dishes.

Izuku left. Katsuki kissed him goodbye.

"I love you," Izuku said. His eyes used to search Katsuki's own whenever he said it. He wasn't sure what the man was looking for. Confirmation? Reciprocation? Whatever it was, he had stopped looking after the fifth year of their marriage. That morning, as many others before it, there was nothing but a warm, steady gaze that made his lips curl and heat climb up the back of his neck.

That morning, as many others before it, all he said back was, "Later, nerd."

(He'd regret not saying 'I love you' more, but especially in that last moment. He'd replay it over and over again in his mind, just thinking about 'what if's. Other words he could've said to encompass the vast wealth of his emotions, ones that could properly define the black hole created in his chest when Izuku left him behind.)

The call came in the afternoon. The kids had left for school an hour before. He waved them off as they boarded the bus, then entered the study to try and get a handle on his paperwork. His coffee had gone cold when his phone rang.

That was the first red flag. It wasn't his cell. It was his work phone. They didn't usually call him in if they had Deku and Shoto on the job. There was an unsettling feeling in his gut but he pushed it away, thinking it may have been a call about a promo opportunity.

He slid his finger against the cool glass.

Then Kota's panicked voice rang through the speaker and he felt the world slowly tick to a deafening halt.

"-Kugo! It's All for One! He's alive! He's here! Shoto and Creati are fighting him now but Deku is-! Deku is-!"

He had never thrown on his uniform faster. He was about to rocket out the door when his phone rang. His private cell. Something compelled him to glance at the screen, instinct warring for a say with his mind already calculating the route he would take. Seeing his old teacher's name flash only cemented the dread building in his gut.

Aizawa wasn't the type to call him unless it was something serious. He picked up the phone, flying one-handed as he did so, adjusting his balance so that he didn't crash out of the sky.

"He's at Musutafu General. He's asking for you. I know they're calling you into the field, but he says it's urgent. He says....He says 'All Might would want you to have it.' That it.."

A shuddered breath. "That it can't die with him."

He was on a course for the hospital before the line clicked. He didn't bother with the door, heart racing as he burst through a random window in a showering of glass. He was screaming; he knew it by how hot his throat was, the frightened eyes they sent his way as he marched through the building, boots scratching up the white linoleum floors, threatening to start a fight until Present Mic found him, clasped him by his old, wrinkled hand and led him into a private room.

His Izuku was there, lying in a bed, with no one around but Aizawa. No doctors. No nurses. No one who could help him. Katsuki was set to turn the entire place into a bonfire when green eyes turned to him and his sparks spluttered to a slow freeze.

"Get out," He ordered the extras. He couldn't even hear them when they complied, blood roaring in his ears like the sea.

(The sea. They used to go out and stare at it. Watch the sun drop below the gentle tide. What he would give for just onemore sunset.)

Izuku drew him close with nothing but his steady gaze. He was beautiful, even like this. Even as blood spattered his cheeks, leaking through his heavy bandages, as his eyes looked beyond him to see a greater, brighter horizon.

(Oh, how lucky he was to get to know God's favorite star.)

"Kiss me goodbye," It was a quiet rasp, easy as their mornings. He knew that tone, that series of syllables, mottled with something deeper than sleep.

He couldn't deny him when he was like this.

Katsuki pressed their lips together as he had countless times before, pushing every word left unsaid into this kiss, seeking a brief refuge in the dying warmth of his mouth.

'I love you...i've loved you...i will always love you'

Katsuki watched it go dim, that colorless, nameless thing. It slipped from Izuku's lifeless body to travel with his soul, off to a place he couldn't reach.

"What did he look like?"

"...Excuse me?"

"You said," She clears her throat, tar and oil in her mouth even as tears burn in her eyes. "You said Izuku was there, but what...what, um,...Can you describe to me what you saw?"

A silence yawns into the morning, stretching between them like the years passed. Katsuki looks at her evenly. When she turns away she still feels the scrutiny of his gaze. His voice is grinding gravel.

"You want me to talk about the body." He says it slowly, as if that would lessen the blow. "How the bandages couldn't hold him together? The way his legs were snapped, the hole in his gut that let you see clean through him? Do you want to hear about how his arms were slipping away from the bone? Do you want to hear about that Jirou? Do you really want me to describe what I saw? Or do the sick fucks of the world want to know what it looks like when a hero falls? What the Symbol of Strength looked like when he finally couldn't carry...couldn't..."

He sniffs. Wipes at his eyes. The tar in her mouth turns to ash, bitter and dry. She's never hated herself more than she does now.

"What happened after the hospital?"

He looks to the window. That rabbit hasn't left.

One for All pulsed in his veins as his sorrow joined his rage in a vicious cacophony.

They told him after, what he did. They told him of how the city burned in a blaze of terrifying glory. How he destroyed entire skyscrapers in his chase till he finally caught up to the man that took the sun from his skies. They told him how the newscasters were forced to stop broadcasting. The Hero Commission thought the imagery of the Symbol of Victory doing what he did best was too graphic for the public.

That was the worst part of it. The greatest triumph of his career and there was nothing to show for it but the shadow of a dead, lesser man.

He didn't remember any of it. He woke up to the blood on his hands, to the burned, ripped up pieces of a man once so feared lying at his feet, features unrecognizable from the dark, scarlet mess of blood, guts, and brain matter.

He didn't remember anything other than the face Izuku wore when he died. The fine curl of his lashes against the paling cheeks, how his freckles stood stark against his skin, lips blue but turned up into one final smile as he took his last breath.

He was golden, even in death. He was good.

"Are you crying?"

She sniffs, rubbing at her eyes as a sense of shame comes over her. She was meant to be comforting him, and here she was, falling into his reluctant embrace, pressing her nose against the sweet scent of his skin and acrid smell of smoke.

"I'm sorry...I just...I-,' She throws professionalism to the wind and breaks down in sobs, tumultuous racking things that make her chest hot and her eyes ache.

For a moment, she wonders what made her think she could do this.

But it wasn't her choice at all was it? Her supervisor demanded it of her, thrusting the assignment her way thinking that since she was 'close to the man's husband; she'd be able to get the job done'. With no regard for her feelings, or how she felt about the situation.

At the end of the day, she isn't even the one that mattered. This broken man before her-this dying fire-, is a scoop really worth putting him through all of this? Whatever she's feeling, he must feel ten-fold. He sits alone in this huge empty white house, drowning in memories of a golden time long gone, etched into every hall, haunting him at every corner, and here she is rubbing salt into the wounds.

Oh, she's a horrible person. A terrible friend. She has half a mind to throw the recorder out the window, but Katsuki slips it towards himself before she can even try. Crossing over to the window, he pulls out another cigarette.

"Go home Phones. Get some rest. We'll be back at it tomorrow."

She sniffs once more, collects the rest of her things, and finds her way out. From the driver's seat of her car, she can see him, a slim thing in one of the many grand windows, arms crossed as he leans out on the railing, a trail of smoke rising from his lips

Digging out her camera, she snaps a photo of the widow in the white house. She has to fight off the urge to retch the entire ride home.

"I don't smoke."

She glances up from her glass of water, warily eying the way he turned the recorder in his hands.

"31 minutes and 46 seconds in, you can yourself saying 'Thought you gave up on smoking.' Delete that part of the tape. I'm a pro-hero. The second half of the Wonder Duo. Kids look up to me. I don't smoke."

With that said, he slides the recorder back to her, takes a pack of cigs from his pocket, and lights up, reclining in his seat with shut eyes as the steady waft of nicotine fills the air.

Kyoka presses the starting button, and begins,

"July 27th. 8:30 AM. The dining room table again, with the grand old windows overlooking the yard. The fog doesn't seem to want to lift."

Twirling one of her ears with a finger, she looks at her notes, eying one question in particular her supervisor had underlined three times. There's no way she's going to be able to walk into his office without asking, but she's not sure if their friendship would survive the question.

"Did you regret it? Killing that villain?"

Scarlet eyes blink open but they are unseeing, glued to a spot just above her shoulder.

"Depends on who's asking. You, or the Tokyo Times?"

"...The Tokyo Times," she answers. There was nothing Kats hated more than a liar. She expected him to watch her with disappointment, to turn away and treat her coldly for the rest of the interview, but he simply shut his eyes once more.

"My actions were considered a necessary precaution to ensure the safety of the citizens of Japan," His voice is dull, clinical. She knows a practiced statement when she hears it. They were bland. The thump-thump-thump of his heart was at neutral pace, no emotion spurring it into action. "In order to preserve the peace of this new era, the greatest evil of the old had to be destroyed. I thank my fellow pros, the Hero Public Safety Commission, and all first responders for what they did that day. If he were alive,"

Katsuki pauses. The ice in his cup melts slowly beneath the heat of his grip, diluting the liquor it floats in.

His voice goes low, but does not shake.

"If he were here today, I am confident my late husband, Midoriya Izuku hero alias Deku, would be proud of what we accomplished as a city."

She does her duty in writing down what she could, scribbling a note to get a statement on other involved parties as soon as she could.

"Tell me how you felt about the funeral." She says as her pencils scratches.

"It was a ceremony worthy of a hero of Deku's statu-,"

"No." She lays a hand on top of his. "Tell me how you felt about the funeral."

A vein in his neck jumps. She can hear his heartbeat quicken with the rising fury.

"I hated it," He spat.

When a hero died, they received what was called an 'Akira Service' named after the first shining man made of light that decided to take up the mantle of 'hero'. It was a nationwide affair, drawing in colleagues, elites and politicians all intending to pay their respects with speeches, prayer, and moments of silence.

It had turned into an opportunity for influencers to rub elbows long before Katsuki was even a thought in his parents mind. The first he had ever been to was during high school for Best Jeanist. He was still young then, unsure of what was going on.

The second he had gone to was for All Might. Deku was with him for that one, as they were not only the man's protégées but had recently burst through the top ten ranking. They stood in a crowd of thousands, surrounded by vultures and wolves, with nothing but the other and a few scattered friends for respite.

"Do not let my funeral be like this," Deku had whispered to him, after the third fancy insurance company head came around to cozy up to them. "This is hell on earth. Hi! How are you?"

Katsuki couldn't reply then, when one of the Commission's higher ups approached with a false, wide grin, but he made that promise in his heart. He was sure that Izuku would do the same if Katsuki met his end first.

But if All Might's funeral as the retired Symbol of Peace was huge, then Izuku's death as a young, active hero-the Symbol of Strength made into a martyr- was beyond measure. People flew in from all over the globe to 'pay their respects'. It seemed like everyone Izuku had ever met had come out of the woodwork.

(It was strange, because when one of them traveled, the other wasn't too far behind. Izuku had hardly met anyone that Katsuki didn't eventually meet himself, and there were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the crowd that day.)

He intended a quiet service for those close to them. For it to be done quickly and efficiently as possible, that his husband's body would be cremated and the ashes buried in the grounds of their home, beneath the wisteria tree, where Katsuki could go every morning and pay his private tributes.

They stole that right from under him. They locked him up for 'his own safety' for days on end and by the time he was released his private cell, stumbling into the arms of his parents, he was politely informed that 'due to the nature of the situation, preparations were already underway for the burial of his partner Midoriya Izuku hero alias Deku, if we would like to be a part he would be expected to show up at the following address in the morning dressed appropriately for the followings series of events-'

Sorrow didn't taste bitter. He wasn't sure where that idea came from, but he knew it was wrong. It tasted like nothing. It tasted like his taste buds shutting down before the rest of his body, like a muggy fog he was constantly stumbling through, blind to the path, reaching out to find his way.

Sorrow tasted like what it meant to lose, and to be lost all at once.

His only grace was that he wasn't alone through this. He had his parents behind him, Inko at his side weeping into his shoulder, the kids with bowed heads and red eyes. All gathered around the oakwood casket that was still and quiet, muted in the wake of the winter sun.

He had his friends. Eijirou would maintain his quirk for as long as he needed to, beating back paparazzi with his gentle sternness as they made their procession through the streets. Sero blocked off a 'safe' area for family and friends during the service, tape strong with Kaminari's electricity latched onto it, crackling when anyone got too close without Eijirou's go-ahead.

Mina had organized what she could. Whatever control she, Inko and Mitsuki could wrestle from the Hero Public Safety commission, they did. She was the one that stressed over the tiny details, of white roses vs calla lillies and the order of speeches, that made sure the family was the first to be notified of everything that went on, that argued on their behalf when they couldn't keep up and halted the entire process until they agreed to release Katsuki, that they acknowledged that he needed to be there.

She, and the rest of the squad had-.

"Are you crying again Phones?"

"I am so, so sorry Kats. You needed me and I...I didn't show up. I missed it," She heaves through a sob, ears filled with a static that made her head hurt with something other than a deep-rooted resentment. He doesn't look her in the eyes. His heartbeat increases. She feels his toes tapping against the floor as he struggles to find the words to say.

(And here she was again, acting selfishly when Kats was the one who needed the help. When had she become this person?)

"It's not your fault. You had work-."

"That's no excuse. You went to him when he needed you. Mina dropped a modeling gig in the middle of Rome to come home."

"What you do is a little more important than-,"

"No." She brings her hands to the table, eyes willing him to look at her, to see how serious she was. It's not until dim scarlet flicker to her watery gaze that she continues, "I want to fix this. Please tell me how to fix it."

"...You can't bring him back."

"I would if I could."

"I know, but you can't." His cigarette is snuffed out against the marble floors, ash ground out under his heel. He pulls out a pack of tissues from his pocket and an envelope along with it.

"If you really want to help me out, publish this letter along with the article." he says. The white glides along the table, easy as a leaf on the wind. Curious, she unfolds it, wiping away the lingering blur of tears. Voice clear in the silence, she begins to read,

"...And it is with great pride and sense of accomplishment that I announce my retirement from the hero profession for good. It is evident now, more than ever, that the world is ready for a new era of peace, and I look forward to seizing my final great victory by raising those heroes. Yours, in service....Bakugou Katsuki hero alias Ground Zero....What the hellis this?"

"A resignation letter," Kyoka says to her supervisor, wincing. She hates it when he yells; the decibel levels are horrible on her ears. She gets the shakes, tucking herself in tighter.

"There's no way the Hero Commission is going to let their new #1 retire! Has his agency even approved this? We're not publishing this shit! They'll have my head! I asked you to go out there and get me a story Jirou! Not whatever this is!"

The letter is thrown into the air as his hand slams onto his desk.

"I can't believe this! You were chosen because I thought you'd be able to play on his weaknesses! I thought you could make him spill his secrets! A hero gone insane! The Widow: A Murderer! That was the angle I wanted then you come back here with this piece that makes him seem so-! ...So human! That savage Bakugou Katsuki! Our Symbol of Victory! No, you go back to that bastard's house and-"

She watches him rant. How his cheeks turn red with his rage. How fast his heart beats as he begins to fully get into the swing of it.

And she thinks back. She remembers how excited she was when she first got this job, how the squad had thrown her such a huge party. She remembers how proud of her Denki was and how he kissed her that night.

She remembers how the first date she had to blow off turned into twenty. The loneliness she felt when he finally broke up with her, swearing to always be friends. But she wasn't seeing much of her friends either. Then she started travelling abroad.

People started getting married (she's still alone.)

People started having kids (does she still have a chance now at 42?)

Then people started dying, and she was filled with nothing more than regret. The man is still screaming at her but, for the first time in her life, the world goes quiet.

"I quit." Kyoka says.

Collecting her things, she snatches the article out of the man's hands and walks out. The sound of the door slamming on his spluttering gives her a little thrill. She can't help but grin, kicking her feet into a little skip as she goes through the doors, and breathes in the fresh air of freedom.

As for her article , she publishes it anonymously with Put Your Hands Up News.

Her alias? Phones. It fits her she thinks.

The Priest: There comes a time in man's search for meaning when one realizes that there are no answers. And when you come to that, horrible unavoidable realization, you accept it or you kill yourself. Or you simply stop searching...I have lived a blessed life. And yet every night, when I climb into bed, turn off the lights, and stare into the dark, I wonder...'Is this all there is?'

Jackie Kennedy:...You wonder?

The Priest: Every soul on this planet does. But then, when morning comes, we all wake up and make a pot of coffee.

-Jackie

Miles away from the rush of the city, Katsuki sits on his porch, water and a cigarette in hand. That damn rabbit is back again. Doing nothing. Looking at him.

He stares right back.

Inside, the children are playing. Their shouts and laughter ring high in the air, over the bluster of the early autumn winds. He thinks the noise will scare the rabbit away but it perks up, craning its ears to listen. It looks at him once more, nose twitching and black eyes curious. He nods at it, then, for a brief ludicrous moment, thinks he sees it smile.

"Later nerd," he says. (Because, even after all the 'what ifs', it turns out that there are no words more fitting than those two.)

Katsuki watches it as it hops back to the cover of the forest, disappearing under the lavender falls of the wisteria tree. There was a certain lightness in his heart with each step the thing took. Snuffing out his cigarette, he lingers on the steps of the porch as the children wander out to join him. They run barefoot in the wet grass.

He waits. He watches.

They scream. They laugh. They look to him with great expectations.

Katsuki slips off his shoes and goes to join his children in the cool, morning dew. The fog lifts within the hour. The sun is out by noon.

The day is golden.

#bkdk fic #bkdk #bkdk au #twin stars week #bakudeku

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Needy (BKDK)

Hello! Here is the next part of my BKDK Domestic AU series! I was listening to needy by Ariana Grande, which inspired this one-shot along with the title of it.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Needy

Summary: Katsuki returns home after a mission in Hokkaido and Izuku couldn’t be happier. The blond is usually the one that jumps Izuku at home, but for once, it’s the reverse.

One-Shot Notes: BKDK Domestic AU (part three), they all have their Quirks; Katsuki and Izuku are 22; they live together and have been living together for almost a year; Established BKDK (been dating for a few years); Katsuki is returning from a two-week mission in Hokkaido; oyakodon is chicken and eggs on top of rice

Warning: NSFW content; read at your own risk!

One-shot is under the cut!

Izuku stared at the clock impatiently, waiting for the moment the door would swing open and his boyfriend would be home.

Katsuki had left on a mission in Hokkaido for two weeks involving a drug trafficking ring there along with some other pro heroes, leaving Izuku alone in the large apartment.

He prayed for Katsuki’s safe return every night and today, all of his prayers paid off.

He looked at the calendar, the eighteenth circled in red Sharpie to signal Katsuki’s return. Then, his gaze flitted back to the clock on the wall.

Open the door, Kacchan, open the door, Kacchan, open the door, Kacchan, he silently pleaded.

Then, the door opened. At that moment, Izuku was like a puppy with the way he jumped up and dashed over to the door.

“Kacchan...!” he shouted.

He stopped, seeing that it was Eijirou rather than Katsuki.

“Oh...hey, Midoriya.” Eijirou greeted.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Izuku said.

“Man, you sound really sad that it’s just me. You’re really eager to see Bakugou, aren’t you?” Eijirou asked.

“Well, yeah. He’s finally coming home after two weeks.” Izuku replied.

“Of course, of course. I just came to check up on you and it seems that you’re doing good.” Eijirou noted.

“Yeah...” Izuku looked over at the kitchen. “Do you want me to make you some tea?” he asked.

“No, I’m good. I have to get going to work, anyway.” Eijirou told him.

“Ah, I see...” Izuku smiled. “Well, good luck at work.” he said.

“Thanks! You have a good day now, Midoriya! I’ll see you next week, alright?”

“Yeah! See you next week!”

After seeing Eijirou off, Izuku got to work making breakfast for himself. He set his bowl of oyakodon on the table along with a small bowl of miso soup and a cup of tea and began to eat.

A text from Ochaco came in as he finished off his soup.

Uraraka: Hey, Deku! You wanna hang out this afternoon? I’m getting off my shift early.

“Uraraka...” he trailed off.

I want to go, but...I don’t want to miss the moment that Kacchan walks through that door, he thought to himself.

He sighed as he typed out his response to Ochaco.

Izuku: I would like to, but I have plans today.

Uraraka: Oh yeah, Bakugou is coming back from Hokkaido today! I almost forgot about that. You two must have something planned, don’t you?

Izuku: Yeah. Sorry, Uraraka...

Uraraka: Don’t apologize, Deku! It’s fine!

Uraraka: I’ll see you next week, okay?

Izuku: Yeah, see you then!

Izuku set his phone down and continued to eat. Once he was done, he tried to distract himself by doing various chores around the house. However, that didn’t stop him from looking at the door.

Kacchan, please come home soon. I miss you, he prayed.

As he finished sweeping the floors and got ready to sit down and watch some television, the door opened. He turned, expecting to see Eijirou. But once he saw who it was, he stilled.

Spiky blond hair.

Red eyes.

That black tank top and baggy pants combo that Izuku loved.

That could only mean one thing: his boyfriend was home.

“K...Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed as he ran over to Katsuki.

“Hey, Deku—“ Before Katsuki could finish his sentence, Izuku tackled him and mashed their lips together in a kiss.

Katsuki’s eyes were wide as Izuku cupped his cheeks. He kissed back, deepening it as Izuku moaned against his mouth.

Katsuki backed up against the door as Izuku pulled away, the two of them panting. He stared at him in wonder.

“That was one passionate kiss. Did you miss me that much?” Katsuki asked.

“Why the hell wouldn’t I miss you?” Izuku shot back.

Katsuki chuckled.

“Sounds like you did.” he pecked Izuku on the nose. “I’m back, Deku.” he said.

Izuku smiled.

“Welcome home, Kacchan.”

🧡💚🧡💚

Katsuki stood in the kitchen, chopping up some vegetables to make curry. Chopping sounds filled the space with each cut he made.

As he put the chopped carrots into a bowl, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his torso. He looked back to see that Izuku had buried his face in his back.

“Hey, cute Deku.” he said.

“Hi, sexy Kacchan.” Izuku replied.

He nuzzled his nose against Katsuki’s back, inhaling his scent. He listened to Katsuki’s breathing as the blond let out a chuckle.

“Sexy, huh...I like how that sounds.” he said.

Izuku inhaled Katsuki’s scent again and mewled, rubbing his cheek against Katsuki’s back.

“You’re acting like a kitten, Deku. It’s pretty damn cute.” Katsuki commented. Izuku mewled more.

I missed this. I missed smelling Kacchan’s scent, hearing his laugh, holding him...I missed him, he thought to himself.

He listened to Katsuki finish chopping up the potatoes as he spoke.

“Now, you’re gonna need to let go of me. I have to carry these over to the stove.” Katsuki said.

Izuku shook his head, mewling in disapproval.

“Come on, Deku, I really need to start making this curry.” he said.

Izuku refused to let go. For some reason, he feared that Katsuki would vanish if he let go. He proceeded to press kisses to Katsuki’s clothed back as the blond released a sigh.

“Alright, you cute little thing.” Katsuki turned so that he was facing Izuku. “I’ll indulge you just a bit.” he said as he hugged Izuku back.

Izuku smiled, purring contently.

“Geez, you really are like a kitten. Not that I’m complaining, though.” Katsuki stated as he ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair.

Izuku rose his head to stare lovingly into Katsuki’s red eyes, which reflected that same love that was in Izuku’s eyes.

“I love you, Kacchan.” he said.

“Damn right you do.” Katsuki said as he leaned in and pecked Izuku on the tip of his nose.

Izuku giggled as Katsuki pulled away.

“Now, let me go make the curry.” his hands moved to Izuku’s arms. “I ain’t going anywhere. You can cling to me all you’d like after, okay?” he asked.

Izuku was reluctant, but he nodded his head.

“Good.” Katsuki said.

He kissed Izuku on the cheek before removing his arms from his torso and heading over to the stove. Izuku followed Katsuki around the kitchen like a dog following its owner, clinging to him every chance he got.

He simply didn’t want to let go of him.

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After having the curry for lunch, Katsuki decided to go and take a shower and scrub himself clean of the cheap hotel lotion he had been using during his mission. Izuku went with him, still clinging to the blond.

They stood in the shower, hot streams of water beating down on them. Katsuki pulled some shampoo into his hand and began rubbing it into Izuku’s hair.

“Kacchan! You’re being rough!” Izuku whined.

“I thought you liked it rough?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, who smirked down at him as he continued making suds in his dark green locks. A pout crossed his lips as his cheeks turned pink.

“It’s not funny...” he mumbled.

“I think it is.” Katsuki said.

Izuku turned away and brought his hair under the water, washing the shampoo out. He pulled his head out a couple of minutes later and turned back to stare at Katsuki, who began soaping his body up.

The sight of Katsuki in his naked glory, chiseled body on display and covered in soap suds was enough to turn Izuku on.

He felt his cock twitch.

I don’t think I can contain myself any longer, he thought to himself.

“Oi, Deku, get out from under there so I can wash myself off—“ Izuku closed the distance between them, cupping Katsuki’s cheeks with his hands and mashing their lips together in a needy kiss.

Izuku moaned into it as he backed a stunned Katsuki against the shower wall. Katsuki kissed back soon after, hands moving to caress Izuku’s hips. Izuku grunted, biting at Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki parted his lips with ease and Izuku slipped his tongue inside, their tongues dancing with one another. Grunts and moans filled the small shower space as Izuku lost himself in the kiss. His hands traveled to Katsuki’s hair, rubbing his fingers through it. He tugged lightly, eliciting a grunt from the blond.

Pulling away from the kiss, Izuku gave himself little time to breathe before peppering Katsuki’s neck with kisses. He dragged his teeth along the side of Katsuki’s neck, listening to the way the blond’s breath hitched.

“Shit, Deku...” he grunted as Izuku bit down on the junction where his neck and shoulder met.

Izuku kissed the bite mark before traveling down to his chest, peppering it with more kisses. He eventually moved to Katsuki’s hardening length, kissing the base and moving up as he got in his knees. Katsuki’s length rested against Izuku’s cheek as he peered up at him with lustful green eyes.

“Kacchan...can I?” he asked.

“Fuck, just do it.” Katsuki said.

Izuku smiled up at him before taking the head into his mouth. He bobbed his head on it, swirling his tongue around it and lapping at the pre-cum that began to leak from it. He rolled his eyes up to look at Katsuki, who was breathing heavily, cheeks painted red.

“Shit, Deku...you’re so hot.” he rolled his head back into the shower wall. “Fuck...” he breathed out.

Izuku began to move down on it, taking more into his mouth. He placed one hand around Katsuki’s thigh as he moved his head up and down. He used his other hand to pump what he couldn’t take into his mouth. He would occasionally look up at Katsuki, watching how his facial expression would change with each movement he made.

He took more of Katsuki into his mouth, letting his hand drop and take care of his own erection. He stroked it languidly, causing him to moan onto Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki let out a sound that was a mix of a groan and whimper.

“Fuck, Deku...” he ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair and fisted them in it, proceeding to buck his hips against Izuku’s mouth.

Izuku gasped around him as Katsuki thrusted in and out.

“Shit...fuck, you’re so hot, taking all of me in your mouth...” Katsuki groaned in pleasure. “Fucking shit...” he panted out.

Izuku moaned with each thrust as he stroked himself faster. The steam from the shower combined with Katsuki fucking his mouth and him stroking himself was making him feel heady. All he could focus on was the taste of Katsuki and the sounds that Katsuki was making, calling him beautiful and praising him for his mindblowing blowjob skills.

I love him. I love Kacchan so much, he thought to himself.

He could feel himself nearing his peak. His strokes grew irregular and he could tell that Katsuki was nearing his climax as well with how jerky his thrusts were becoming.

“Goddammit, Deku...I’m going to cum...” he said.

“Mmmm...” Katsuki yanked Izuku back so that he released his cock with a popping sound and Izuku’s hand immediately wrapped itself around it, pumping it quickly. “Kacchan, cum all over me. Come on, Kacchan.” Izuku cooed.

Katsuki bit his lip.

“Shit, Deku...!” Katsuki grunted as he came, streams of white spurting all over Izuku’s face. Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth opening to let some drops of his seed fall inside. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and let his tongue dart out to lick at some of his lover’s cum.

He peered up at Katsuki through half-lidded green eyes as the blond tried to catch his breath.

“Shit, that was so fucking amazing...” he looked down at Izuku. “Look at you, with my cum all over your face...so fucking sexy.” he commented.

He helped Izuku up and proceeded to lick his face. Izuku mewled as Katsuki got closer to his lips.

“Here, have a taste.” he said, mashing their lips together in a kiss.

He let Izuku pry his mouth open and plunge his tongue inside, tasting Katsuki’s seed. He slung his arms over the blond’s broad shoulders as he dragged his tongue along each and every one of Katsuki’s teeth, memorizing each curve and dip in them. His tongue pressed against the roof of Katsuki’s mouth before going down to stroke his tongue, their tongues swirling together. Katsuki moaned, his hands traveling down to grope Izuku’s ass. Izuku moaned into Katsuki’s mouth as the blond spoke.

“Shit, you’re making me horny.” he said against Izuku’s mouth.

Izuku pulled away from the kiss, a smirk touching his lips.

“I can tell.” he said, feeling Katsuki’s erection against his own.

He hissed as Katsuki rubbed them together.

“Let me fuck you, right here, right now.” the blond whispered, his voice filled with need and lust.

“Yes...fuck me right now...” Izuku moaned out.

Katsuki chuckled.

“What a naughty mouth...fine, then.” he groped Izuku’s ass again. “I’ll fuck you.”

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Izuku and Katsuki sat on the couch later that night, watching some documentaries on All Might. Izuku has his head on Katsuki’s shoulder as he snuggled up against him. Katsuki’s head was resting atop Izuku’s.

He began to run his fingers through Izuku’s hair as he spoke.

“So, Deku? Care to tell me why you’ve been so...needy today?” he asked.

“Needy?” Izuku questioned, staring up at Katsuki in confusion.

“Yeah, needy. Starting from how you clung to me when I was making lunch, then the three bouts of sex we had in the shower, the two rounds we had in the bedroom, and now with you snuggling against me. What’s up?”

“That’s...”

Katsuki kissed his temple.

“You can tell me. I won’t judge.” he said.

“Yeah, you will.” Izuku said with a pout.

“No, I won’t.” Katsuki extended his pinky finger out. “I swear.” he said.

Izuku stared at Katsuki’s extended pinky finger and then into Katsuki’s red eyes before sighing.

“Okay...” he trailed off as he hooked his pinky finger around Katsuki’s.

They pinky swore on it and broke their pinkies apart.

“Now, spill. Or else I’ll make you spill.” he said, nipping at the shell of Izuku’s ear.

Izuku shuddered at the touch.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off.

“Tell me~” Katsuki singsonged.

“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Izuku fiddled with his thumbs. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing...see, you’ve been gone for two weeks, Kacchan. I spent two weeks without you. So, now that you’re here, my craving has overflowed and no matter what I do, I just can’t get enough to satisfy me. So yes, I’m being needy. But, it’s your fault for leaving me on my own for two weeks.” Izuku explained.

“I see...well, I’m sorry for leaving you. But you know I had to. It was a high priority mission.” Katsuki said.

“I know that. Still wished you didn’t go.” Izuku told him as the blond nuzzled under Izuku’s chin.

“I missed you too, you know. A day didn’t go by where I didn’t think of my precious, sweet, adorable, and drop-dead sexy Deku.” Katsuki purred.

Izuku mewled as Katsuki kissed the side of his neck.

“I love you, you know?” Katsuki confessed.

Izuku blushed. It was rare for Katsuki to casually say “I love you,” especially more than once a day, so this was a treat for him. He couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his lips.

“I love you too, Kacchan.” he said.

He shifted so that he was seated on Katsuki’s lap, the blond hissing with pleasure.

“I see you’re hard.” he commented, rolling his hips into Katsuki’s.

Katsuki groaned.

“Dammit...it’s your fault for being sexy.” he stated.

Izuku laughed as Katsuki swooped in to kiss him, the documentary long forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk domestic au #part 3 #fluff #n*s*f*w content #blow*jobs #read at your own risk!#izuku is being needy af #inspired by ariana grande's needy #kawaiikichi

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