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Ace Lives Au part 5.

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Disclaimer: I am not a writer, so everyone is gonna sound ooc. Sorry! Ace is so emotional because for him they just escaped the fire and Sabo just died. So he's a sad lil fella.

the girls look so pretty look how the art is amazinggggggggggggggggggggggggg ugh heart melting beautiful art

i am not immune

new chapter:

figuring out how to name this one was hard

things keep getting better for my boys at least cause my day today sucked hope tonights party saves it

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while they are being hunted by the government ?

Law always seen to find blond unhinged men who seem to decide to adopt him at first sight no matter the universe

Please beware of the tags in my fic so you don't accidentally get triggered! Please be safe and know your limits!

Obs: there is no rape in this fic but there is a non- consensual kiss the tag is there because of that

I decided to add a "get help" moment on my fic and it was the best decision ive ever made. it will be shown in the next chapter (that will be posted tomorrow) because I already posted too many new chapters today :

every day my fic gets crazier now bkdk basically have adopted a child (and they are 17) and the entire country hates them

proud of it tho

I'm back

I was sick a few days ago and wasn't updating but today I did! New chapters out now:

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My fic in a nutshell:

It's fire on fire (You are perfection, my only direction)

By atthelowest

Summary:

In a world fractured by fear and prejudice, where the X-gene marks individuals as both extraordinary and cursed, Katsuki Bakugou stands at the heart of a tragic romance. Born with the explosive ability to wield fire, Katsuki is a mutant in a society that views his powers as a harbinger of destruction—a monster to be feared and reviled. But for one person, he is much more: he is everything.

Izuku Midoriya, quirkless and yearning for a world where mutants can be heroes, has loved Katsuki since childhood. Yet, with every spark that ignites from Katsuki's hands, the world pushes him further into darkness, branding him as a villain before he even has the chance to fight for his place.

As the government tightens its grip on mutants, hunting them like prey, Katsuki finds himself torn between the desire to protect Izuku and the pressure to embrace the rage that threatens to consume him. Their relationship becomes a delicate dance of love and pain, a secret kept in the shadows where fear and hope intertwine. Katsuki’s struggle intensifies as he distances himself from Izuku, convinced that his powers will only bring chaos to the one person he wants to keep safe.

Also known as I had a crazy dream. Again.

Obs: If you know nothing about the x man that's okay, Im not doing my job right if you can't understand it without having read it.

Epilogue: Requiem for the Fallen

They never talked about what they did in the shadows. Not really. The stories only came out in fragments, and even then, no one wanted to hear them.

No one wanted to know. Not at first.

The war ended, but not everything stopped when the fighting did. The smoke cleared, the rubble was swept away, and the flags of victory were raised, but beneath the surface, the scars were still raw. In the quiet corners of power, behind polished doors and forgotten walls, the real wounds festered—wounds they had carved into the very fabric of humanity.

The secrets didn’t vanish with the falling empires. They lingered, hidden beneath layers of polite history, locked away in places no one dared to look. But the past has a way of crawling back, doesn’t it? The experiments, the trials, the nightmares—they kept them alive. They didn’t die with the dictators. The men who played God weren’t done with their work.

The world remembers the war for what it saw: soldiers and tanks, bombs and battles. But there was a different war, one no one could see, fought in cold, sterile rooms where the stench of chemicals mixed with the iron tang of blood. This was the war fought in the name of progress, where human bodies were just raw material. They were told it was for the future, for a stronger tomorrow. They were promised that out of this darkness, something better would emerge. A better species. A stronger breed. They called it evolution. But evolution is a cruel teacher.

And in those rooms, evolution wasn’t natural. It was forced.

It started with whispers, rumors of something more than soldiers marching on the battlefield. Rumors that spread in the camps and across borders, but were always too far from the surface for anyone to act. Whispers of what happened in the laboratories. Of needles piercing skin, of bodies strapped down, and the kinds of screams no one could admit to hearing. They called it science. They called it progress.

But what came out of those labs wasn’t victory. It was something they couldn’t control. They had played too long with life and death, and what they created wasn’t a miracle—it was a mutation. A mistake, they said, though they knew it wasn’t that. It was the birth of something different. Something dangerous. A spark that flickered in the veins of the broken and forgotten. It spread, slow at first, like a shadow growing longer as the sun sets. Silent. Invisible.

And by the time the world noticed, it was too late.

They named it later—the X-gene. A tidy name for something so unclean. They gave it a letter, as though reducing it to a single character could strip it of the horror it carried. But that letter was heavy. It passed through generations, hidden in bloodlines, sleeping in the dark places of families and nations, waiting. At first, it was just a murmur in the genetic code, a ripple beneath the surface of humanity. It didn’t touch everyone—only a few, here and there. But when it did, the world felt it.

The war ended, but not everything died with it. Some things lingered, ghosts of atrocities that could not be buried. As the world rebuilt itself, the X-gene slipped into the bloodstream of history, invisible, yet very much alive. Passed down from parent to child, across decades and borders, it seeped into the fabric of humanity itself, unseen and unknown. For a time.

After the war, the scientists responsible for these horrors scattered like ash on the wind. Some were dragged into the light, made to answer for their crimes at the Nuremberg Trials. But others? They slipped through the cracks, disappearing into the shadows they knew so well.

The war was over, but the hunger for power was not.

The governments of the world wanted what the Nazis had uncovered—something beyond mere soldiers and machines. They wanted the mutants, the quirked, those marked by the strange, twisted remnants of the X-gene. No one knows for what purpose. No one ever dared ask. Perhaps they saw them as weapons. Perhaps they believed they could harness what was never meant to be tamed.

But no one could replicate it. No matter how many experiments they ran, how many subjects they sacrificed, no one could reproduce the quirks in those who didn’t already have them. It was beyond them, slipping through their fingers like sand.

So instead, they turned on the mutants. They hunted them, vilified them, reduced them to less than human. The world feared them for what they represented—not just the danger of their powers, but the reminder of what humanity had done in its darkest hours. Mutants were not born of nature's will. They were the echoes of human arrogance, of men who played God and broke the rules of life itself.

Except for All Might.

He was the exception. A mutant, yes, but an American mutant who had fought in the Second World War, standing tall as the world burned around him. He had become a symbol, an emblem of hope in those dark days. The only mutant the world had ever called a hero. The only one they respected. They needed someone like him—a quirked soldier, blessed with strength that could turn the tide of battle. But more than that, they needed a symbol that made them feel like they were still in control. All Might gave them that. He gave them the illusion that, perhaps, the mutations weren’t so bad. That maybe there was a way to harness the chaos.

But that respect never spread to the others.

The rest of the mutants were treated like aberrations, mistakes that should never have been. They were hunted, cataloged, and discriminated against. Governments passed laws, registries were created. Some countries went so far as to strip mutants of their rights, caging them in camps or hidden facilities where they could be studied, dissected, treated as objects of fear rather than people. They were disgusting, the world said. They weren’t like All Might—they were reminders of a history no one wanted to confront. The quirked were living proof that the world’s darkest chapters hadn’t been sealed, that the horrors of the past had woven themselves into the very blood of humanity.

And the worst part? It didn’t stop.

The old experiments continued in secret. Quietly, under the veil of "progress," the governments and scientists kept trying to unlock the secrets of the X-gene, trying to find a way to control it, to wield it. But they never could. No matter how much they tortured the truth, it refused to give them the power they sought.

Many found new masters, new flags to serve under. The world was divided, and as it split into East and West, so too did the remnants of those twisted experiments. The Soviet Union, desperate for any advantage in the coming Cold War, welcomed these men with open arms, their sins washed away in the name of progress. They continued their work in secret, perfecting the genetic manipulation they had begun under Nazi rule. Others fled to far-flung corners of the globe, hiding in plain sight, embedding themselves within hidden, unethical programs that operated far from the eyes of the public.

It all began in China, in a place few had ever heard of—Qingqing City. At first, it seemed like nothing more than a curious piece of local news. A baby had been born there, a child who glowed with a soft, radiant light. The doctors were baffled, the parents terrified. And the world… the world watched in disbelief.

After the news from Qingqing City—the baby that glowed with its own light—the world’s illusion of control crumbled. It wasn’t just an anomaly or a strange case; it was the beginning. The first visible sign that the X-gene had woken. But this time, it wasn’t in some hidden laboratory, locked behind the doors of secrecy. It was out in the world, in the open, and it couldn’t be stopped.

What started as a single glowing child became a flood.

It began with strange stories, strange people. Children with impossible gifts. A woman who could light a fire with a touch. A boy who could walk through walls. Powers that defied explanation, that broke the boundaries of what it meant to be human. Abilities that seemed like miracles in a world still healing from its wounds. But miracles can quickly turn to nightmares when the world is unprepared for them.

People began to whisper again. Stories spread of individuals who could do things no one else could. At first, they were dismissed as myths or exaggerations. But as more and more appeared—strange powers that couldn’t be explained away—the world began to take notice. And with notice came fear. Some of them were small, subtle things—barely noticeable quirks. Others were wild, uncontrollable, terrifying.

And the world hated them for it.

They hated them not for the destruction they caused, but for what they represented. They hated them for existing. For being different. But more than that, they hated them because the X-gene reminded everyone of a truth they had buried deep: that humanity could be twisted. That the worst parts of the war—the atrocities, the cold cruelty, the disregard for life—hadn’t died with the flags or the battles. The mutants were labeled, not as heroes, but as aberrations, twisted by the sins of a forgotten past. They were feared, hated, and, perhaps worst of all, misunderstood.

Governments, once terrified of repeating the past, now scrambled to contain what they saw as a threat. Quirkless people, the majority, turned against the quirked, their fear festering into anger. Laws were passed, registries created. Mutants were forced to hide, forced to choose between living in secret or being hunted like animals.

It lived on, quietly, in the genes of those who carried the mutation. It lived on in them. In us.

But the X-gene couldn’t be erased. It was woven too deeply into the bloodlines now, spreading slowly but surely, like ink bleeding through paper. For every generation that passed, more mutants were born, and with them, the tension between the quirked and quirkless grew. Some mutants tried to use their powers for good, acting as heroes, striving to prove that they weren’t the monsters they were made out to be. But it was never enough.

The world tried to forget, but mutants were living proof that some things can’t be erased. Every time someone with a quirk appeared, it was a reminder that the horrors of the past had not been buried—they had been reborn. The X-gene wasn’t a gift, not to them. It was a curse. And those who carried it were cursed as well, whether they wanted it or not.

The fear spread faster than the mutation ever could. They called it unnatural. An aberration. The children of monsters. And monsters, as we know, aren’t meant to walk free. They are meant to be hunted, feared, or destroyed.

For decades, the world pretended it had moved on from the war, but the war never ended. It only changed its shape. The soldiers were different now. The weapons, more insidious. And the battleground? It was within the very blood of the people who carried this gene. People who were marked by history’s greatest sins.

And so, it continued. The hatred. The fear. The persecution. For the world could never forgive the fact that it had been complicit in the creation of something beyond its control. It could never forget that, in trying to make themselves gods, they had unleashed something they could not understand.

And so, the mutants were hunted. Not for what they had done, but for what they were.

They called it evolution. But this? This was the evolution of fear. The evolution of a world that couldn’t look in the mirror without seeing the ghosts of its own creation.

This was the truth Izuku Midoriya had learned, burned into him like a scar, at the age of four. It wasn’t whispered in kind words or taught with soft lessons. It came as a crushing weight, a brutal reality that fell over him like an iron curtain. The world wasn’t fair, and it didn’t care about dreams or promises. The moment society marked you as different—whether by the X-gene, a quirk, or a mutation—you were no longer like them. You were something else, something to be feared, to be controlled.

Izuku knew this all too well. He had seen it. He had felt it.

But there was something else Izuku had always known, long before the harsh truths of the world sank in. It was a truth even more intimate, more raw, tangled deep in the core of who he was. He was in love with Katsuki Bakugou. From the beginning of everything, before the world made them choose sides, before their paths diverged. He had always known.

And how could he not be? Katsuki was everything Izuku wasn’t—strong, fearless, fiery. Even as a child, Katsuki shone like the sun, burning with confidence, with an unshakable will that made everyone around him look small in comparison. He was brilliant, dazzling in his strength, and Izuku had looked up to him with the kind of admiration that bordered on worship. Kacchan was awesome. Kacchan was sugoi. Izuku had loved Katsuki for as long as he could remember. Kacchan was everything.

But it was more than just awe. It was love. A fierce, consuming love that rooted itself in Izuku’s chest, growing like a flame, untouchable and impossible to extinguish.

Then the sparks came.

The day Katsuki’s quirk manifested, everything changed. Izuku remembered it clearly—how the sparks danced from Kacchan’s hands, crackling in the air, beautiful in their wildness. But what Izuku saw as something extraordinary, something breathtaking, Katsuki saw as a curse.

From that moment on, Kacchan didn’t look at himself as a hero in the making, or even as someone extraordinary. He saw himself as a monster.

Izuku couldn’t understand it then, the way Katsuki’s eyes dimmed, the way his laughter turned sharp and bitter. How he withdrew, slowly, methodically, until the space between them became an unbridgeable chasm. Katsuki began hiding, shutting himself off from the world—and from Izuku most of all. He distanced himself in ways that weren’t just physical, but emotional, leaving behind only the cold walls of silence. Katsuki's pain had twisted him, turned his own power into something to be feared.

Izuku didn’t mind that Kacchan was a mutant. He didn’t care that his quirk made him different. He loved him anyway. He would always love him.

But Katsuki couldn’t see that. He was convinced that his power, his mutation, made him dangerous. That he was something that shouldn’t exist. So, to protect Izuku—his love, his fragile, precious Izuku—he did the only thing he could think of.

He pushed him away.

The first time it happened, it hurt. It felt like Katsuki had reached inside him and tore something vital away, leaving behind an emptiness that Izuku couldn’t fill. But even then, Izuku clung to the belief that it was just a phase, that Kacchan would come back to him. That the boy he loved, the boy he needed, would return.

But Katsuki didn’t come back. Not like before. Instead, he vanished deeper into his pain, hiding behind a wall of aggression and distance. The sparks that once made Izuku’s heart race now felt like a barrier between them—a reminder that Katsuki would never let himself be loved, not truly. Not as long as he saw himself as something wrong.

Izuku saw Katsuki’s eyes sometimes—haunted, shadowed by fear, the fear of himself, of what he could become. Katsuki had locked himself in a cage, a cage built by his own hands, and no matter how much Izuku longed to reach in, to pull him out, it was as if Katsuki was determined to stay trapped. Trapped, and alone.

And Izuku was left there, watching, helpless. In love with a boy who believed he was too dangerous to be loved.

But Izuku wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The love he felt for Katsuki wasn’t something that could be snuffed out by distance or rejection. It wasn’t something that would fade over time. It was a part of him, as intrinsic as the blood in his veins. Every spark that flew from Katsuki’s hands, every explosion that shook the air, only reminded him of the fire he carried inside—one that matched Kacchan’s in intensity, if not in form.

Even if Katsuki saw himself as a monster, Izuku never would.

To him, Katsuki Bakugou was beautiful. Beautiful in his strength, in his fury, in the fire that burned inside him even when the world tried to extinguish it. He was reckless and dangerous, yes, but he was also brilliant, a storm wrapped in a human form.

And Izuku would love him through it all.

Even if it hurt.

Even if Katsuki pushed him away forever, if the sparks built walls between them, if the world itself stood between them, Izuku would love him. Because Kacchan was worth it.

No matter what the world thought of mutants, no matter how many times Katsuki tried to hide, Izuku would always see him for what he truly was.

Not a monster.

But someone who deserved to be loved.

All men are not created equal.  But it wasn’t because he had a quirk. No—Izuku had no powers. Like the vast majority of the world, he was born quirkless.

But that wasn’t the part that hurt.

What tore at him, what consumed him from a young age, was the fact that he wasn’t like them. The mutants. The ones who were different, marked by the X-gene—the ones everyone feared, hated, and wanted to erase. The mutants were seen as monsters, abominations that came from the nightmares of wars past. They were treated as less than human, and every day, they faced the world's disgust head-on.

Katsuki Bakugou was one of them.

Yet Izuku never once saw Katsuki as anything less than extraordinary. He admired him, even if Katsuki couldn’t understand why. He admired all mutants.

Because unlike the world that rejected them, Izuku saw something different.

Where others saw fear, Izuku saw potential. Where others saw monsters, Izuku saw heroes.

From a young age, he had watched the mutants with wide-eyed wonder, longing to be like them. He didn’t see them as cursed or dangerous. He saw them as powerful, as capable. They were survivors. They had endured centuries of cruelty, persecution, and hatred, and still, they stood tall. They had abilities that could change the world—abilities that could be used for good, if only the world would let them.

The world was never kind to mutants.

From the moment they were discovered, from the moment the X-gene surfaced and the first quirked individual was born in a war-ravaged lab, the world rejected them. Mutants were branded as dangerous, unpredictable, inhuman. They were feared for what they could do, for the powers that manifested in their bodies without warning, without control. But more than anything, they were hated for what they represented—a break from the norm, an evolution that no one asked for, and a reminder of the horrors that came from human hands.

The hatred burned bright, fueled by fear. And when fear takes hold of the world, it does not let go easily.

Everywhere, the message was the same. Mutants were monsters. Disgusting, unnatural, and too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Laws were passed, restrictions were tightened, and slowly, the mutant population was backed into a corner. They were isolated, forced into the shadows, their very existence an affront to the idea of a "safe" and "normal" society.

For those mutants who tried to live quietly, who tried to blend in, the weight of that hatred was suffocating. They were watched, hunted, and controlled, as if every one of them was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. The lucky few who managed to hide their quirks were spared the worst of it, but for the rest, the world became a cage.

The constant fear. The judgment. The whispers behind their backs, the stares, the violence—it was relentless.

And no one fought for them.

Over time, the mutants who had once tried to find their place in the world grew bitter, hardened by the cruelty they faced every day. They had been pushed into the shadows, forced to live in the cracks of society, treated like dirt no matter how hard they tried to prove themselves.

It wasn’t long before many of them stopped trying.

Because no matter how much they wanted to be good, no matter how much they wanted to fit in, society had already made up its mind. They were already villains in the eyes of the world.

So they became what they were told they were.

Anger turned to violence. Bitterness turned to rebellion. It started with a few—a small group of mutants who had been cast out, abandoned by a society that treated them as less than human. They fought back, not out of a desire for power, but out of a desire to survive. To remind the world that they weren’t so easily broken.

But survival turned to something darker. The hatred that had been directed at them for so long had twisted something inside of them. And soon, more and more mutants found themselves walking down that same path.

Society had created its own monsters.

The mutants who rose to power didn’t do so because they were inherently evil. They did so because the world had given them no other choice. In a world that feared them, that hated them for what they were, the only way they could reclaim their power was through fear. If society wouldn’t let them live in peace, they would make the world pay attention—by force.

And the more society pushed, the more mutants turned to violence.

It became a vicious cycle. The more mutants lashed out, the more fear spread, and the more society tightened its grip. Governments created special task forces, military units trained to hunt down mutants, to suppress their growing power. Laws were passed to limit their freedom, to cage them.

And with each new law, each new attack, more and more mutants gave up on the idea of ever being accepted.

They turned their anger against the world that had rejected them. Villains—that’s what they became, in the eyes of the masses. And once you’ve been labeled a villain, it becomes far too easy to act like one.

But not all mutants were like this. There were still those who tried to rise above the hate, who still believed in the possibility of being more than what the world thought of them. Heroes, in their own right. Mutants who used their powers to protect, to defend, to prove that not all of them were monsters. But they were few and far between.

Most mutants had learned the hard way that the world was not interested in their good deeds. They didn’t care how many lives they saved, how many times they tried to help. They were still mutants. Still monsters. And in the eyes of society, no act of heroism could change that.

But Izuku had always believed that it didn’t have to be this way. He had always believed that mutants could be heroes, even if no one else did. Even if the world had already decided that mutants were dangerous, Izuku couldn’t help but see them as people with the potential for greatness. People like Katsuki, who had the strength and power to change things if only the world would let him.

And Izuku wanted to be one of them.

It was a secret he kept close, buried deep within him, where no one else could find it. Most people pitied the mutants at best, despised them at worst. They were seen as reminders of the horrors of the past—the result of twisted experiments and a history the world wanted to forget. But to Izuku, they represented something far more.

They represented hope.

Mutants had the power to be heroes. They had the strength to fight back against a world that hated them, to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. In a world where quirkless people like Izuku were considered ordinary and powerless, mutants stood apart as a symbol of something more.

And Izuku wanted that more than anything. Not just because of the power, but because he wanted to help. He wanted to protect. He wanted to stand on the side of those the world cast aside, to be the kind of hero who didn’t turn away from those in need.

He wanted to be like Kacchan.

But he was quirkless.

The reality of it hurt, deep down in a place Izuku tried not to acknowledge. He knew that no mutation would ever manifest in his body. He knew that no matter how much he admired the mutants, no matter how much he wanted to be one, he was destined to remain ordinary in the eyes of society.

Still, that didn’t stop the dreams. It didn’t stop the longing.

Izuku had always believed that if the world gave mutants a chance, they could be the heroes he always dreamed of. Not monsters, not villains. But heroes. He believed that the powers they were cursed for, the quirks that made them outcasts, could be the very things that saved lives. That saved everyone.

Katsuki didn’t believe that. Not anymore. Somewhere along the way, the world had broken something inside him. The fear, the hatred, the disgust that followed him everywhere had eaten away at his confidence, his pride. Katsuki distanced himself from Izuku, from everyone, believing that his power was too dangerous to be anything but a weapon.

But Izuku refused to believe that.

He refused to believe that the boy he loved, the boy he knew, was anything other than a force for good. He didn’t care if Katsuki was a mutant. He didn’t care what the world thought of him. He loved him anyway. And he would continue to love him, even if Katsuki kept trying to push him away.

Because Izuku saw in Katsuki what no one else could—a hero.

And maybe, just maybe, one day the world would see it too.

After all, this was no longer about what had been done in the war. It wasn’t about what had been created by the hands of the scientists who had vanished into history’s shadows. This was about what was coming. The world had changed, and whether it liked it or not, the future belonged to the mutants.

The question wasn’t if the world would accept them.

The question was whether it could survive without them.

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"In a world fractured by fear and prejudice, where the X-gene marks individuals as both extraordinary and cursed, Katsuki Bakugou stands at the heart of a tragic romance. Born with the explosive ability to wield fire, Katsuki is a mutant in a society that views his powers as a harbinger of destruction—a monster to be feared and reviled. But for one person, he is much more: he is everything.

Izuku Midoriya, quirkless and yearning for a world where mutants can be heroes, has loved Katsuki since childhood. Yet, with every spark that ignites from Katsuki's hands, the world pushes him further into darkness, branding him as a villain before he even has the chance to fight for his place.

As the government tightens its grip on mutants, hunting them like prey, Katsuki finds himself torn between the desire to protect Izuku and the pressure to embrace the rage that threatens to consume him. Their relationship becomes a delicate dance of love and pain, a secret kept in the shadows where fear and hope intertwine. Katsuki’s struggle intensifies as he distances himself from Izuku, convinced that his powers will only bring chaos to the one person he wants to keep safe.

Also known as I had a crazy dream. Again."

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I'm so excited things are finally getting good!

sometimes I get confused at some comments.. Of course I always appreciate the feedback but my first fics obviously aren't going to be perfect I mean slowly I'm learning and being better but sometimes I get afraid when people ask me to re-edit a work and like im not perfect editing it isnt going to be perfect I mean I don't wanna let anyone down but sometimes maybe my best at the current moment isnt enough and im sorry maybe in some years later on I will be able to go back and try re-editing it at the future but right now that's my max

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Just updated the next chapter to my new fanfic so excited for this one!

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Guys I did it again.... I started a new bkdk fanfic and I'm very excited about this one I think it's gonna be very unique aaaaaaaaaaaah please check it out!!!! I hope you guys get excited as me!!!!

Thank you all always for everything!!!!

now I can say I did my contribution to kinktouber for us bkdk lovers.

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idk about you all but my plan is to be good by having tried too many times like for real I dont think my fics are nearly good enough at the moment but maybe if I stick up and keep doing it I will eventually be good at it

or maybe I won't and that's life but hey at least I tried

Luffy reminds of the Avatar because when the world needs him most, he do be vanishing

My fic is finally complete!

My first child is finally over y'all will miss it but know I will have to work on my other two

Forgotten Trials Archive

Summary:

In their final year at U.A. High School, heroes God Explosion Murder Dynamight and Deku are paired together under the watchful eye of Hawks as they navigate the challenges of being top students and burgeoning heroes. Despite their recent tensions following Katsuki’s heartfelt apology, the duo remains an unstoppable force, instinctively anticipating each other’s moves in battle. However, during a routine mission, they fall into a carefully laid trap by the underground villain Obsidian, who aims to erase their memories and exploit their bond for his twisted experiments.

With their identities stripped away, Katsuki and Izuku find themselves in an amnesic state, drawn to each other by an inexplicable connection. As they grapple with their new reality, the remaining heroes—Hawks, Aizawa, and All Might—frantically search for their missing students, determined to uncover the truth behind their disappearance and rescue them before it’s too late.

A. K. A. It doesn't matter the state they're in there isn't a line bkdk wouldn't cross for each other.

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The city was a battlefield of shattered buildings, overturned cars, and thick smoke. Rain cascaded down in a relentless downpour, drenching everything in sight. What was supposed to be a routine mission had exploded into an all-out war against a notorious villain gang wreaking havoc on the streets.

Above the chaos, Katsuki Bakugou, now going by God Explosion Murder Dynamight, hurtled through the sky, his palms crackling with explosive power. He gritted his teeth as he locked onto the mass of villains below, his red eyes blazing with fury.

Dynamight roared, unleashing a blast that shook the street, sending a cluster of minor villains flying:

- Come on! Is this all you’ve got?!

The explosion lit up the stormy night like a bolt of lightning.

Dynamight shot forward again, using his explosions to stay airborne, when a voice crackled through his commlink:

- Kac- Dynamight, don’t go too far ahead! We need to work together on this!

It was Izuku Midoriya—Deku, his long-time rival, his partner, and the one person that always seemed to drive him crazy. 

Deku moved with precision below, green lightning flickering around his body as he zipped between buildings, staying agile despite the crumbling surroundings. Now able to control 55% of One For All, Deku’s mastery of his quirk had come a long way, though the tension between him and Bakugou was still undeniable. Even after Bakugou had apologized for their past, their relationship was laced with sharp edges and unresolved competition.

Dynamight snapped, ignoring Deku’s warning: 

- Shut up, Deku! I know what I’m doing!

He angled his body and shot downward with explosive force, intending to take down as many villains as possible on his own.

Deku's voice was sharper now, more assertive, but Bakugou had already launched himself forward, fists sparking:

- Dynamight, stop!

He unleashed a Stun Grenade, a flash of light brighter than the storm’s lightning, momentarily blinding the villains. Bakugou grinned fiercely as he charged ahead, tossing out rapid-fire explosions left and right:

- This is too easy!

Meanwhile, Deku watched from the ground, his frustration mounting, he muttered under his breath:

- We’re still third-year students—we’re not supposed to go all out like this. 

But there wasn’t time to argue. The leader of the villains, a towering figure cloaked in black with eyes glowing red, stepped forward.

This wasn’t just any villain. It was Gora, infamous for his earth-shattering quirk, a criminal with a reputation for demolishing entire districts when cornered. His presence alone was enough to send waves of panic through the streets.

Gora raised his hand and slammed it into the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth. The streets began to crack and split, and massive pillars of stone erupted from the ground, shooting toward the sky like jagged spears.

Deku reacted instantly, dodging the rising spikes,  he shouted, trying to get Dynamight’s attention:  

- Gora’s pulling power from the earth—he’s way stronger than the others!

But Bakugou was already mid-charge, too focused on the fight to listen.

Bakugou let out a feral growl, weaving between the rising pillars:

- Like hell I’m backing down!

He aimed both palms forward, sparks popping fiercely as he unleashed a full-force AP Shot at the villain leader.

The blast hurtled toward Gora, but before it could connect, the villain raised a massive stone wall, blocking the attack. The explosion hit with a deafening boom, but the wall barely cracked.

Gora smirked:

- Is that all you've got, little hero?

Dynamight screamed, his fury spiking:

- WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I’ll blow you to pieces!

Without thinking, he propelled himself forward, aiming for another direct hit.

Deku called out, but it was too late:

- Dynamight, wait—!

One of Gora’s sub-villains, a speedster, darted out of the shadows, aiming a clawed hand directly at Bakugou’s exposed back.

Deku’s instincts took over. His body surged forward in a flash of green lightning. With a burst of Full Cowling, he launched himself at the speedster, intercepting the attack just in time. Deku’s kick connected with the villain’s gut, sending them flying into a nearby building with enough force to leave a crater.

Deku landed beside Bakugou, breathing hard, his body tense:

- You’ve gotta stop charging in recklessly, Dynamight. Gora’s not like the others—we need to think this through!

Bakugou whirled on him, his fists clenched:

- Don’t act like you’re the boss of me, Deku! I didn’t ask for your help!

Deku’s eyes narrowed:

- I’m not trying to be your boss! We’re supposed to be partners! This isn’t just about you proving something!

The tension between them was palpable, even amidst the chaos. They were no longer children, but the rivalry between them still burned hot, and sometimes it got in the way of their teamwork.

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By the third year at U.A. High, Tokoyami Fumikage had become a key student under the tutelage of Hawks, the Number 2 Pro Hero. As the first of Class 1-A to apprentice under Hawks, Tokoyami had proven himself to be a valuable asset with his growing mastery over Dark Shadow. Hawks recognized his potential early on, often partnering the now eighteen-year-old Tokoyami with him on high-stakes missions. Their dynamic had grown into something of a mentor-student bond, with Hawks teaching Tokoyami not just about speed and precision but the nuances of intelligence gathering and covert operations.

However, when it came to intense, head-on fights, Hawks understood that no one could keep up with the raw power and relentless drive of Katsuki Bakugou—now going by his hero name, Dynamight—except for one person: Izuku Midoriya. The intense rivalry and deep-seated history between Bakugou and Midoriya made them the perfect duo. Hawks knew their dynamic wasn’t always smooth, but their unmatched strength, strategy, and drive pushed them to bring out the best (and worst) in each other.

That's why Hawks allowed Bakugou and Midoriya to work together. No one else could match Dynamight’s explosive speed and power like Deku could. Despite their still rough-edged relationship, they were the only ones who could truly keep up with each other. And for the missions Hawks had in mind, they were the perfect storm.

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Before either could continue their argument, the commlink crackled to life, and Hawks’ voice broke through. His usual easygoing tone was laced with seriousness.

- Yo, you two! Calm down! You’re both getting too heated out there. Don’t forget, you’re still students, not pros yet. Don’t go pushing yourselves to the limit just to one-up each other, especially against Gora.

Hawks warned, his voice smooth but firm:

- That guy’s not just some random thug—he’s famous for wiping out entire neighborhoods when cornered. Stick to the plan. Don’t make me swoop in to save your butts.

Deku’s face tightened, recognizing the gravity of Hawks’ warning. Gora was a major threat, and even with all their training, they weren’t full-fledged pro heroes yet. Deku muttered: 

- Right. We need to stay smart about this.

But Bakugou wasn’t backing down:

- Calm down? Screw that! I’ll blow this fucking asshole to bits and end it right now!

With a defiant growl, Bakugou shot upward into the sky, rain streaking past him as he prepared to launch another attack. From above, he could see the entire battlefield. He clenched his fists, spinning mid-air as his body began to twist in a tight corkscrew.

Deku called out, his voice carrying over the comms:

- Dynamight! You can’t just—

Bakugou snapped:

- Watch me!

He charged up, preparing to unleash a devastating Howitzer Impact. Sparks crackled around him as his entire body spun, gathering explosive energy.

But before Bakugou could finish the attack, Gora roared, slamming both fists into the ground. The earth quaked violently, and a series of massive stone spikes shot up toward Bakugou, threatening to impale him mid-air.

Deku’s eyes widened:

- Kacchan!

Without hesitation, he activated Blackwhip, the tendrils of dark energy shooting from his arms as he launched himself into the sky. In a split second, he wrapped Blackwhip around Bakugou’s waist, yanking him to the side just as the stone spikes grazed past.

They both crashed to the ground, rolling to a stop as the rain poured down around them.

Bakugou shoved Deku off:

- I had it under control, you damn nerd!

Deku wiped the rain from his face, his patience wearing thin:

- You were about to get yourself killed!

Before the argument could escalate further, Gora loomed over them, his massive figure towering amidst the storm. His red eyes glowed ominously, he growled:  

- You two are more trouble than I thought. But you’re not strong enough to beat me.

Deku’s eyes hardened, his determination unwavering:

-We’re not done yet.

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Even though Katsuki Bakugou had apologized to Izuku Midoriya, a lingering tension remained between them. Bakugou couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he got whenever Izuku was around. Every time Deku smiled, offered him advice, or even just stood beside him, Bakugou’s heart would race, a strange sensation twisting in his chest. It wasn’t fear or anger like it used to be—it was something far more confusing. Despite the apology, Izuku’s presence always seemed to unsettle him, and Katsuki hated it. He couldn’t understand why he felt so out of control whenever their eyes met, like he was fighting a battle inside himself he didn’t know how to win. And that fucking angered him.

On the other side, Izuku was growing increasingly frustrated. After everything they’d been through—after Katsuki’s apology—he thought things might finally get better between them. But lately, it felt harder than ever to communicate with Bakugou. Every attempt to talk seemed to end in awkward silences or cold, distant responses. Izuku couldn't understand why Katsuki kept pulling away, especially when his own feelings for him were growing stronger. He had tried to keep it hidden, but his secret love for Bakugou made every interaction fraught with tension. It hurt, knowing that once again the person he cared about most seemed so far out of reach, even when they were standing side by side.

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He and Bakugou exchanged a brief, heated glance—an unspoken understanding between rivals. They might be at each other’s throats, but they knew how to fight together when it mattered.

Bakugou muttered, pushing himself up:

- Fine. Let’s finish this.

With a nod, Deku surged forward, the green lightning of One For All intensifying around him as he charged in low. At the same time, Bakugou shot into the air, angling for a high attack.

Deku swung Blackwhip, using it to latch onto one of the stone pillars, swinging himself directly at Gora. He clenched his fist, gathering all of his power into one point:

- ST. LOUIS SMASH!

Deku’s punch connected with Gora’s chest, the impact causing a shockwave that rippled through the battlefield. The villain stumbled backward, but before he could recover, Bakugou descended from above.

Bakugou screamed, unleashing his spinning explosion with full force:

- HOWITZER IMPACT!!!

The blast engulfed Gora, a whirlwind of fire and destruction that tore through the street.

The combined attack sent Gora crashing into the ground, unconscious. The earth stopped rumbling, the stone spikes crumbling into dust as the rain hissed on the smoldering battlefield.

Panting, Bakugou landed beside Deku, his hands still smoking from the explosion:

- Tch. About time.

Deku wiped sweat from his brow, giving Bakugou a brief, tired grin:

- Yeah... Nice work, Dynamight.

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As Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya continued their development as heroes, it became increasingly clear that their partnership was something special. Despite the lingering tension that had crept into their relationship, they had evolved into an unstoppable duo, recognized for their effectiveness on the battlefield. Even the seasoned pros often paired them together for missions, knowing that their unique blend of power and strategy complemented one another perfectly.

In the heat of battle, it was almost as if they were connected by an unspoken bond. They moved in perfect synchronicity, dodging attacks and launching counteroffensives with seamless precision. There was an instinctual understanding between them, a silent communication that allowed them to anticipate each other's moves without needing to exchange a word. Izuku would find himself instinctively knowing when Bakugou would go for a massive explosion, and Katsuki could sense when Deku was preparing for a swift, agile maneuver. 

Their synergy was palpable; it drew the attention of their classmates and mentors alike. They were a force to be reckoned with, capable of executing complex strategies in the heat of battle while still managing to cover each other’s weaknesses. Even with the unresolved tension simmering beneath the surface, their combined strengths and deep understanding of one another made them the most effective duo of their generation, proving that sometimes, the strongest partnerships are forged in the fires of rivalry and mutual respect.

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The rain continued to pour down, drenching the battlefield as the dust settled around the collapsed figure of Gora. The massive villain lay motionless in the wreckage of the street, surrounded by fallen debris and stone spikes. Deku and Dynamight stood side by side, panting heavily, the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through their veins.

Deku wiped the sweat and rain from his brow, catching his breath:

- Looks like… it’s finally over.

He turned to glance at Bakugou, who stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the damage they had caused.

Bakugou’s voice was sharp, though there was a hint of exhaustion beneath it. He was still buzzing from the intensity of the fight:

- Tch. Damn right it’s over. We took down Gora. That’s what matters.

But something gnawed at the back of Deku’s mind. The fight had been hard, but it didn’t feel complete. It felt too easy, despite Gora’s strength. The villains hadn’t put up the kind of resistance he’d expected from an underground operation known for precision and brutality.

Before Deku could voice his concerns, Hawks voice crackled through the commlink, first Hawks teased lightly, but his tone quickly grew more serious:

- Good work, you two. You managed to take down Gora without leveling half the city—kinda surprised, actually. Let’s wrap it up and regroup. You’ve both earned some rest.

Deku opened his mouth to respond, but something caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. Despite the devastation, it was eerily quiet. Too quiet. His instincts kicked in—something felt off.

Deku muttered under his breath, his muscles tensing:

- Kacchan…

Bakugou turned, already sensing the shift in the air:

- What’s your problem now, nerd? We won.

Deku asked, scanning the surroundings again:

- Doesn’t this… feel strange to you? Where are the backup heroes? We’ve been fighting here for too long, but no one's shown up.

Bakugou scowled, glancing around:

- What, you think they’re fucking late to the party just because you—

Before he could finish, the commlink crackled again, but this time there was static. Hawks’ voice came through, but it was distorted, cutting in and out:

- something’s… wrong… both of you—get out—

Deku’s eyes widened, a cold chill running down his spine. He tried to speak into the commlink:

- Hawks? Hawks, can you hear me? Tokoyami? Anyone?

But there was no response. Only more static. The line was dead.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his sharp eyes darting around:

- What the hell’s going on?!

He lifted a hand to trigger an explosion, his body itching for a fight.

Then, Deku felt it—his vision blurred for a split second, the world around him spinning. A wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and his body swayed on unsteady legs. His chest tightened, his breaths becoming shallow. His mind scrambled for an explanation, but before he could focus, a sharp, metallic scent filled the air.

Deku muttered, his voice weak:

- Kacchan… something’s wrong…

His fingers clenched at the air, reaching for something to hold onto.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he noticed it too—the faint, nearly invisible mist creeping through the street. His breaths became ragged, his heart racing unnaturally fast:

- Damn it…

The gas. It had been seeping into the air, undetected amidst the chaos of the fight. Neither of them had noticed it until it was too late. And now it was everywhere, thick and pervasive, choking them with every breath.

Deku gasped, his body feeling heavier by the second:

- No… this can’t be…

He tried to move, tried to focus on using One For All, but his limbs wouldn’t respond.

Bakugou staggered backward, his vision swimming. He growled, trying to ignite his palms, but the explosions sputtered out, weak and unfocused:

- You’ve gotta be kidding me! What kind of son of a bitch coward uses—

His legs gave out beneath him, and he dropped to one knee, his breath labored. Deku fell to the ground beside him, struggling to stay conscious, his vision darkening.

Deku’s voice trailed off as the weight of the gas pressed down on him:

- I… can’t… Kacchan, we need to… warn…

Bakugou’s body trembled as he tried to stand, but his muscles refused to cooperate, he growled into the commlink:

- Hawks… Hawks!

But the signal was completely gone. No one could hear them. No one was coming to help.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, his silhouette barely visible through the rain and fog. He walked with calm, deliberate steps, completely unaffected by the gas. His presence sent a chill through the air—an underground villain, someone who operated beneath even the most notorious criminal organizations. A man who thrived in secrecy, the villain said, his voice smooth, almost amused: 

- Looks like you fell right into the trap. Heroes like you—always so eager to jump into the fray, never noticing when they’re being led like lambs to the slaughter.

Deku’s eyes fluttered as he struggled to focus:

- W-Who… are you…?

The villain crouched down in front of them, his face obscured by a mask:

- It doesn’t matter who I am, kid. What matters is that you’re both coming with me.

Bakugou, fighting with everything he had left, tried to force himself up, he snarled, but his voice was weak, the strength draining from his body as the gas overwhelmed him:

- You… think you can just… take us?!

The villain chuckled softly:

- Oh, I know I can. That gas was designed specifically for powerhouses like you. No quirk. No strength. Nothing you can do to resist.

Deku’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body refused to move. He could feel himself slipping further into unconsciousness, the world around him growing darker:

- Kacchan… we… can’t…

Bakugou’s vision blurred as he collapsed to the ground beside Deku, his face twisted in anger and helplessness. His voice was barely a whisper now, his body limp:

- Damn… it…

As the two U.A. top students finally succumbed to the gas, the villain stood over them, looking down at his prize:

- No tracking devices… no way for your precious pro heroes to find you. You’re mine now.

He gestured to a group of shadowy figures that appeared from the mist, and they quickly began securing the unconscious bodies of Dynamight and Deku.

The rain continued to pour as they carried the two young heroes away, deeper into the underground, where no cameras, no heroes, and no one would know where they had disappeared to.

And just like that, Deku and Dynamight, two of U.A.’s most promising future heroes, were captured.

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The last thing Deku remembered before the world went dark was the villain’s cold, mocking tone as he and Dynamight were dragged into the shadows. The once-bustling battlefield had gone eerily silent, the rain masking their abduction. Now, waking up in the dimly lit, sterile room, Deku felt a growing sense of dread. His body was heavy, his mind sluggish, the last effects of the gas still clinging to his senses.

He blinked hard, trying to focus. The first thing he noticed was that he was restrained—his wrists and ankles bound tightly to a cold metal chair. He struggled, but his limbs felt useless, weighed down by the remnants of the drug still in his system. The second thing he noticed was that the room was small, sealed—walls thick and featureless, with only a single door. It was like a cage.

Deku’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper:

- Kacchan?

Across the room, Bakugou—now Dynamight—was in a similar position, his arms and legs shackled to a chair. He was conscious but glaring at the restraints with pure venom in his eyes. His explosive nature hadn’t faded, even in captivity. 

Bakugou gritted his teeth, his crimson eyes blazing as he yanked at the restraints with sheer force:

- Damn it… Those bastards... how could we—

The metal groaned under the strain, but it held fast. But soon he cut himself off with an angry growl, furious that they’d been caught off-guard so easily.

Deku’s mind raced. He tried to recall everything that had happened—the fight with Gora, the strange quiet after their victory, the gas that had overwhelmed them… and then, nothing. They’d been captured. Hawks had warned them something was wrong, but they hadn’t realized it was a setup until it was too late. Now, they were somewhere deep underground, cut off from the outside world.

Deku muttered, scanning the room for any clues:

- Where are we?

There were no windows, no obvious exits. The walls were made of thick, reinforced concrete, and the only light came from a flickering bulb overhead. It felt like a prison—but not just any prison. This was a place designed to keep people like them locked up.

He kept pulling at the restraints, his palms sparking weakly with suppressed explosions. But it was clear even he knew they were in serious trouble. Bakugou snapped, his voice tight with frustration:

 - Like hell if I know. The second I get my hands on those motherfuckers, I’ll—

Before Bakugou could finish his threat, a door to the side of the room creaked open, and the villain who had captured them stepped inside, flanked by two guards dressed in black. The villain still wore the same mask, his face obscured, but his posture oozed confidence.

The villain said, his voice smooth and unbothered:

- Good, you’re both awake.

He stopped just a few feet in front of them, arms folded:

- I was wondering how long the two of you would take to shake off the effects of the gas.

Bakugou snarled, jerking against the restraints:

- I fucking swear, if you don’t let me out of these things right now—

The villain chuckled, waving a hand dismissively:

- You’re going to what? Explode me? Burn me to ash? You really think you’re in any position to make demands, Dynamight? You’re trapped. No one knows where you are, no one’s coming for you. And your quirks won’t help you here.

Deku’s heart sank. No one knew where they were. The villain was right. Their comms had been cut off during the attack, and they didn’t have any tracking devices. This place… wherever it was, it was built to keep them hidden. He needed to think, to figure out how they could escape before things got worse.

Deku asked, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him:

- Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?

The villain’s masked face turned toward Deku:

- What do I want?

He tilted his head as if pondering the question:

- Let’s just say, I’m part of a much larger operation. One that’s been operating in the shadows long before you two ever thought of becoming heroes. And you… you two are quite the prize. It’s simple, really. You two are some of the most promising young heroes in Japan. Soon, you’ll be at the top of the hero ranks, just like All Might, just like Endeavor. That makes you a threat to us. You two are a problem. Not just because of your quirks, but because of who you are. Future symbols of hope, the shining stars of U.A. High—people look up to you. Admire you.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing:

- What the hell are you talking about, you freak? You think you can just take us out? That’s your big plan? You’re an idiot if you think anyone’s gonna let you get away with this.

The villain chuckled softly:

- Oh, no. I’m not just going to take you out. I’m going to erase you.

Deku’s blood ran cold:

- Erase us?

The villain stepped closer, his presence looming over them, he said, gesturing to the walls around them:

- This room, is equipped with quirk suppression technology. Your powers are useless here. No explosions, no whatever Deku has got going on. But that’s not all.

He took a step back and reached into his coat, pulling out a small vial filled with a strange, luminescent gas:

- This… is something very special.

Deku’s eyes widened as he stared at the vial:

- What is that?

The villain’s masked face tilted as if he were smiling beneath it:

- This gas is my own creation. Once it enters your system, it will attack the neural pathways responsible for memory. In short, you’ll forget who you are. Your names, your identities, your powers—everything that makes you Deku and Dynamight. It’ll all be gone. Even Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou will be gone.

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock, and for a brief moment, he went silent. Then, his face twisted into a snarl:

- You… psycho! You think I’m just gonna let you wipe my mind?!

He pulled violently at his restraints, sparks flickering weakly from his palms, but the quirk suppression field neutralized them before they could ignite.

Deku’s mind reeled:

- Why would you do that? Why would you erase us?

The villain paced slowly, holding the vial up to the dim light:

- Because erasing you is far more effective than killing you. Dead heroes become martyrs. Symbols of hope. But forgotten heroes? You become nothing. No legacy, no future. You’ll forget who you are, what you stand for, your quirks… everything. You’ll wake up as blank slates—no memories, no goals, no connections. Just… gone. Bedsides I have plans for amnesic versions of you. I’ve been meaning to study human psychology and some of my creations for a while now…

Deku’s heart pounded in his chest. This villain didn’t just want to kill them—he wanted to erase their very existence. The thought of losing everything, of forgetting who he was, sent a wave of terror crashing over him. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let this villain destroy everything they’d worked for.

Deku shouted, his voice stronger now, fueled by desperation:

- You… won’t get away with this! People will come looking for us. Hawks, the other heroes—

Bakugou snarled, his voice trembling with rage: 

- You're out of your damn mind! Do you seriously think a little amnesia gas is gonna stop me? I'll find a way to remember—When I get out of here, I'll blast your face off, you coward!

The villain laughed softly, as if amused by Bakugou’s hostility:

- You don’t need to worry about that right now. What you need to focus on is surviving.

Deku swallowed hard, trying to keep his mind from spiraling into panic. He had to think—how could they get out of this? He glanced at Bakugou, who was still fuming, practically vibrating with rage. They couldn’t afford to rush into anything. Not yet. They needed to wait for the right moment.

Deku’s mind raced, but with the suppression field in place, neither of them could use their quirks. He glanced at Bakugou, seeing the raw frustration on his face. They had fought countless battles together, but this one felt different. The villain didn’t want to destroy their bodies—he wanted to destroy their very sense of self.

The villain stepped closer, the canister in hand:

Don’t get any ideas about trying to escape. This facility was built to contain much more dangerous individuals than you two. But I guess it’s pointless saying that by the time the gas does its work, you won’t even remember this conversation. This facility was built to contain much more dangerous individuals than you two. Now, it’s time to say goodbye to everything you’ve ever known. 

Deku’s eyes widened:

- No… We can’t let this happen, Kacchan!

He struggled harder, but the restraints held firm. He couldn't break free. And with the suppression field dampening their quirks, they had no way to escape.

Bakugou was snarling, his entire body shaking with fury:

- I swear, I’ll rip you apart the second I—

But the villain didn’t wait. With a hiss, he activated the gas. The room filled with a faint, sickly green mist that quickly surrounded them.

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The villain, known only as Obsidian, had meticulously planned every detail of his operation, driven by a singular obsession: to unlock the secrets of heroism. He watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya succumbed to the gas, their memories and identities slipping away. In their amnesic state, they were no longer the formidable heroes everyone admired; they were mere subjects in his grand experiment.

Obsidian had long studied the psychology of heroism and rivalry, fascinated by the nuances that made heroes like Bakugou and Midoriya such a compelling duo. He believed that their unique bond, formed through conflict, collaboration, and mutual respect, held the key to understanding the very essence of what made heroes great. Now, with their memories erased, he could strip away their identities and analyze them as pure psychological specimens.

With each passing moment, Obsidian envisioned the experiments he would conduct. He had designed a series of trials and machines specifically tailored to probe the depths of their minds. He wanted to observe how their amnesic state would affect their physical capabilities and their instinctual bond. Would they still fight like a well-oiled machine, or would the absence of their shared history cause chaos? He was particularly interested in the effects of his specialized drugs—serums that could enhance their physical attributes while also destabilizing their mental states.

Obsidian intended to push them to their limits, forcing them to adapt to new circumstances while their minds remained blank slates. He could already see the potential for groundbreaking discoveries: what happens when the foundation of a hero’s psyche is stripped away? How would they cope without the weight of their past? 

With a gleeful anticipation, he monitored their vitals and brain activity from his control room, eager to see the results of his twisted curiosity. As he watched their minds flicker like flames in the dark, he felt an intoxicating rush. They were no longer the legendary U.A. students; they were his to experiment on, his to mold and shape according to his design. The true test of their resilience had just begun, and he couldn’t wait to see what would emerge from the chaos.

Deku gasped, trying to hold his breath, but it was no use. His head grew light, his thoughts slowing down. He looked over at Bakugou, whose eyes were still burning with rage—until they started to dim.

Deku's voice felt distant, like it was coming from somewhere far away:

- No… Kacchan…

He tried to remember what they were supposed to do, but the thought slipped from his mind, like water through his fingers.

Bakugou’s eyes locked onto his, but there was a flicker of confusion in them:

- Deku, what the hell is… I can’t…

The room seemed to spin as the gas took effect, clouding their minds. Memories—flashes of training with All Might, of fighting side by side, of their dreams of becoming the top heroes—started to fade. The faces of their friends—Uraraka, Todoroki, Iida—all of it began to blur, slipping away like distant echoes.

Deku tried to fight it, tried to hold onto something—anything—but the memories kept unraveling. His name… what was his name? He couldn’t remember. And the person next to him—Kacchan? Was that even his name?

Bakugou’s body slumped in the chair, his breaths shallow:

- Why… can’t I… remember…

His voice was low, almost defeated, as the gas washed away everything.

The villain stood over them, watching as the two most promising students of U.A. slowly lost everything that made them who they were, he whispered:

- There it is. Just two ordinary people now.

The last thing Deku remembered before the darkness consumed him was a single, fleeting thought: I need to fight for him… but for who?

And then, there was nothing.

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When they awoke, it was in a completely different environment. The room was still cold, but the restraints were gone. They found themselves in a sterile room, the scent of metal and antiseptic filling the air. The walls were a stark white, and the only source of light was a bright overhead lamp that illuminated their surroundings. It was disorienting, but what truly captivated their attention was each other. Deku blinked slowly, his mind hazy. He tried to stand, but his legs felt weak, his body unsteady. He looked around, his heart racing with confusion.

Where was he? Who… was he?

Across from him, a blonde boy stirred, his sharp ruby eyes dull and unfocused. Gorgeous. He sat up slowly, blinking in disorientation:

- Where… what is this?

The blonde boy blinked, his sharp gaze falling on the figure beside him. The other was standing there, wearing a fitted white shirt that accentuated his toned physique and matching white pants that hugged his form just right. The curls of his dark green hair framed his face, and his freckled cheeks added a softness that contrasted sharply with the sharp lines of his jaw. Oh. He was wrong, apparently the beauty had freckles all over. Scars marked his arms, remnants of battles fought, but they only made him appear more rugged and handsome. Katsuki’s heart raced as he took in the sight before him—whoever this angel was he looked stunning.

Meanwhile, the other boy couldn’t help but stare back at the blonde, his heart skipping a beat. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous, standing there in a tight white shirt that showcased his ripped muscles and white pants that emphasized his powerful legs. Woah. He has such a tiny waist and such beautiful pecs. The way he carried himself exuded confidence, and the scars lining his arms only added to his allure, telling tales of his strength and determination. The boy felt a warmth spreading through him, something he hadn’t expected to feel in this strange situation.

Neither of them could recall their names or who they were, but that didn’t matter at the moment. In this moment of confusion, all they could focus on was the magnetic pull they felt toward one another. It was as if they had been drawn together by some invisible force, their eyes locking in a gaze that held both curiosity and longing.

The two of them locked eyes, but there was no recognition. Just two strangers, lost in a world they no longer understood.

The villain's voice echoed over a hidden speaker:

- Welcome to your new lives. From now on, you're nobody.

He, whoever he was now—looked at the blonde, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should say something, do something—but he didn’t know what. He didn’t know who he was, or why he was here. All he knew was a gnawing emptiness, a sense that something was missing.

Meanwhile, the blonde feeling the same hollowness, clenched his fists, though he didn’t understand why, he muttered under his breath:

- Why… do I feel like I want to hit something?

Neither of them knew they were once heroes. Neither of them remembered they were friends, rivals, and the hope of U.A. All they knew now was the fog that had settled in their minds.

And far away, outside this room, the world searched frantically for two heroes who no longer knew who they were.

The two of them might have been caught, but Deku knew one thing for certain: heroes didn’t give up. They would find a way to escape.

They had to.

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Forgot to post it here! There are some of mine bkdk headcanons :3c

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gay people can’t just say “I love you” they gotta pull some crazy shit like this

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New bkdk fic

In their final year at U.A. High School, heroes God Explosion Murder Dynamight and Deku are paired together under the watchful eye of Hawks as they navigate the challenges of being top students and burgeoning heroes. Despite their recent tensions following Katsuki’s heartfelt apology, the duo remains an unstoppable force, instinctively anticipating each other’s moves in battle. However, during a routine mission, they fall into a carefully laid trap by the underground villain Obsidian, who aims to erase their memories and exploit their bond for his twisted experiments. With their identities stripped away, Katsuki and Izuku find themselves in an amnesic state, drawn to each other by an inexplicable connection. As they grapple with their new reality, the remaining heroes—Hawks, Aizawa, and All Might—frantically search for their missing students, determined to uncover the truth behind their disappearance and rescue them before it’s too late. A. K. A. It doesn't matter the state they're in, there isn't a line bkdk wouldn't cross for each other.

Been updating it daily cause im crazy unhinged + anddddd inspired

Final chapter is out!

Now that only leaves us the epilogue:

This is me af

Ao3: logs me out

Me, totally calm:

The end (or the end of an era?)

guys I can't wait for exam season to be over so I can finally AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh post the next chapter aka THE END to my first bkdk FIC im so excited I already wrote it of course but it needs editing and I will do that tomorrow after the exams aaaaaah im so happy and so grateful for y'all y'all have been so supportive and loving I can wait to post the end ( we will have an epilogue but the end is literally the next chapter) anyways thanks y'all love and appreciate y'all so much wish me luck on the exams