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beam: a bnha poem
two boys, painted in green stand in a silent city. it is dark, except for the way one of them glows.
he is the kind of bright you cannot dampen, cannot cover or stamp out. he is like warm sunshine.
the other is— shadowed, hunched over as if he is protecting himself, curled up tight. the words from his mouth are sharp, edges like broken glass, but they are wrapped carefully in green.
sparks fly from his hands, and he is charging, the bang of an explosion echoing behind him.
red meets green. light meets dark.
they trade blow for blow, leave dents in the buildings and sidewalks. the clash is spectacular.
and when the dust settles, there is silence, once more. the light has been battered away.
but in that moment, in traded words and easy rivalry, there is a promise.
one day, they will shine together.
Hard to say it’s over But I’m already someone else's
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@fumikage ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I used to be yours, I think
(Which is to say, I still am)
belonging to you, like a soldier
belongs to a general, or
that thing you owned, the one
I- I'm sorry- broke by accident.
I used to be yours, I tell myself,
and I don't look away from your claws
I don't pretend you don't snarl and bare your teeth,
like a wounded animal, like a beat up dog,
and I don't forget the biting, no,
but I forgive.
It's weird, I think.
You're not a very nice person, at all,
sometimes you're angry and I flinch,
and sometimes, now, sometimes
you're angry and I can't help but smile.
I'll keep the scars.
It's not a choice I'm making, it's not
like they're fading away
anytime soon, you know?
and my friends don't get why I love you
-I mean, they wouldn't get it
if they knew, if they knew that
you're the sun, and I don't orbit around you
or I try not to, nowadays-
but, you know, I don't think you know either.
I don't think I know, too, so.
I think
when you were made, out of gold and sunfire and old laurels,
out of the feeling of climbing a mountain
with your bare hands,
and watching the world from its peak,
I think they made me too, that day,
and they didn't make me for you
I think they'd have done a better job
but I looked over at you and thought,
huh.
And that's just how it's been ever since.
Never forget that Deku and Kacchan won best pair for the Kyoto Tower Contest !
The contest was about voting for your favorite pair/duo, and the one with most votes would have both the pairs theme color shined on the Kyoto Tower
Green - Deku
Orange - Kacchan
One in the Same
Katsuki’s lazy so his passcode to his phone is just his birthday. Him and Deku apparently have the same phone case. He doesn’t notice it’s not his phone until he already has it unlocked. BKDK minific by GANS
Katsuki is a person who keeps his secrets close to his chest. Not that commonly ones birthday would be considered a top secret or anything. But to him, it was a part of himself that was privy only to people that had no choice but to know.
Which roughly translate’s to his parents, the dorks he knew as kids that were invited to parties that he had no choice of having and a few close relatives that remembered once every couple years or so.
Unfortunately that meant that Deku was included in that list of dorks. In the same way that Katsuki abstractly remembered Deku’s birthday, it would pass his mind maybe a week before, he would sort of idly remember the day of, recall a time when they were small and they were excited because it meant that Deku would undoubtably get a new All Might toy which meant that Katsuki would also get a new All Might toy, because he would take it over everytime they played. And Deku would play along , smiling as Katsuki took over their epic storyline.
The day would pass as he got older, and never once did he tell Deku Happy Birthday. Similarly, Deku would never tell him Happy Birthday either, when the day would come. Not in middle school and definitely not in UA.
At this point, he wasn’t even sure if Deku actually remembered his birthday. Never really cared enough to know.
Whether or not he cares wasn’t a case the universe would take into consideration, it seems.
A rather calm day , despite the many students milling about the commons, would find Katsuki with his group of classmates, cleaning up so that they can gather to watch a movie.
Although he wasn’t very enthused about the idea at first, Kirishima had guilted him into it only after he had promised to be Katsuki’s training partner for the next week. Which everyone knew translated into his punching bag, because let’s face it, he did his best training by himself, throwing someone else in was just so he could let off some steam.
Katsuki had thrown his phone somewhere as he pushed everyone out of the way so he could wash the dishes properly. He doesn’t know how any of these fuckers think they’ll be ready for adulthood by next year with the kind of sub par skills they have now.
He grunts as people pass by, in and out as the dirty dishes stack up. He washes thoroughly but quick, even taking the time to wipe the counter down, idly watching as Deku walks in with a handful of blankets.
Everyone is throwing pillows around, cushions being upheaved from the couch, sheets being set down and everyone generally making a bigger deal out of an hour long movie than they should and making a bigger mess than they would be willing to clean up.
He sighs as the lights dim and all thats left is the glow from the kitchen.
“Bakugou! Come on it’s starting!” Kaminari calls from his spot in between Mina and Sero on the couch.
Katsuki dries his hands on a towel, rolls his eyes and ponders where the fuck he’s gonna sit.
He groped his pants, feeling around for a bulky phone and frowns when it’s not there,after a quick look around it’s not in the kitchen either.
Katsuki flicks the lights off and walks into the commons area, all his classmates backs are turned to face the screen, glowing flashes across their faces.
He catches Deku glancing at him from the corner of his eye but the nerd slouches and faces foward the next second.
He doesn’t like not knowing where his stuff is so he feels around the dining table , smoothing his hands over until he slides a blue case towards the edge. He can’t completely make out the colors but from the little light from the tv he sees blue and grabs it without thinking, moving to unlock it on autopilot he makes his way to the only semblance of an available spot he can see.
It’s a small corner on the floor that’s barricaded by Todoroki’s legs from his spot on the couch, Deku on the other side and glasses laying in front. The space looks too small for him, like he’ll have to fold in his legs and the irritation distracts him enough that he doesn’t even notice the unusual background picture on his phone as he pushes someone’s head to get in the spot and plugs his passcode in at the same time.
“Here.” Deku whispers as Katsuki gets settled, close enough that their legs touch and he grumpily let’s Deku put the edge of his blanket over him. He can’t fucking believe he’s sharing a blanket with Deku and Uraraka on Deku’s other side.
He scowls but nods his head, looking back down at his now opened phone, ready to turn the sound and brightness down when he sees that for some strange reason he has decided to change his background image from his serene sunrise picture in the mountains from his last hiking adventure to Deku’s fucking mom hugging a small Yorkshire dog with an All Might hoodie.
What the fuck.
“What the fuck...” he mutters, staring at the screen for a solid ten seconds. He presses the sleep button, shaking his head in disbelief, because—okay, he can actually understand if Deku and him have the same phone case. It was sturdy and subtly All Might themed. But does Deku really not have a passcode, because that’s the kind of weird , inhuman like behavior that makes him want to bully him.
But as he presses the side button to light the phone up again, he notices the square grey dots and keyboard that indicate that he does in fact, have a password set, like a normal human being.
He can barely be curious about the kind of thing that Deku would be hiding when his heart is beating so hard, holding his breath because he has his own phone passcode set to his birthday because he’s lazy about that sort of thing —so there is no way it could of been a fluke.
But just in case...
Katsuki’s fingers zoom over the touch screen , automatically entering in his birthday and watches in mild panic and bulging eyes as it makes a soft click sound and it zoom’s out to the home screen. He swipes a couple time’s, the icons passing by in a blur as his mind reels.
He’s still trying to figure out the coincidence. How?What does the numbers in his birthday share with anything that Deku would know? Anything that he would care about? Anything?
No, no, then what? Why? Is he sure this isn’t his phone? He clicks on messages just in case and sees several threads under names like “mom” instead of “old hag” and Uraraka-San instead of “round face” and Todoroki-kun and Katsuki didn’t even have that shit stains number so....
What the fuck, he swallows, his face swinging to look at Deku next to him.
Deku feels his stare, looks vaguely uncomfortable and gives him a weird look, hands on his drawn up knees and fidgeting.
“Kacchan? What’s wrong? Not enough room?” He asks, scooting over a bit to give him space.
Katsuki takes a moment to watch Deku, really take him in. This little freak that he has spent a good while kind of despising but the last two years really coming to terms with their strange pull towards eachother. Childhood friends go a long way, have a deep uunderstanding even if they don’t want to, comes with knowing someone since before they ever had the mind to hide themselves.
Deku is looking back at him in conern , his hair is fluffy and looks sort of metallic in the glow of the screen, his eyes shadowed, a glimmer of unease entering the longer he gets stared at.
Katsuki shuts his gaping mouth, his eyes land on the phone in his hand and Deku looks at it in confusion.
It’s confusion, that is until Katsuki swings it one handed until the screen is facing Deku’s side, he shoves it into his chest.
“Not mine. Same...same case, I guess.” He says and doesn’t let go as Deku scrambles to grab it from his own sternum.
“Oh, oh okay, thanks Kacch—“ he freezes, the phone is still in messages when he looks at it and there is only suspicion when he gradually moves his head until they are eye level like he’s in a horror movie.
Katsuki bites his lip, a smirk shining through for reasons he doesn’t know, and his eyebrow raises like his amusement as he lets the phone go and watches Deku’s face transform once again, this time in a shade of red he’s never seen on him before regarding Katsuki, anyways. It’s a red usually reserved for girls, funnily enough.
“Same passcode too, apparently.” He mumbles , though he tilts his head in question because he wants Deku to confirm it.
“I...” Deku tries, but fails to conjur up a denial. It makes Katsuki’s guts squirm.
“Um...”
“Uh-huh” Katsuki reassures him, seeing the way Deku’s face starts to weaken into a sort of weary, regretful scrunch.
He’s not sure why but he doesn’t want Deku to think he’s mad about it. Because he’s really not, confused maybe, baffled definitely, but not mad. And he sort of doesn’t want Deku to change it.
Katsuki sighs, a glint coming from in between the cushions beside him and without bugging Todoroki too much he slips his hand in and grabs his phone. There that sucker is.
Katsuki taps in his code, shaking his head lightly and trying not to let his lips break into a grin. He goes to his setting’s and quickly types in his new code.
Without looking up he whispers to Deku, “July fifteenth, right?” He says hesitantly , not because he’s not sure of the date. He’s known Deku’s birthday since they were kids, unwillingly maybe but it’s seared into his brain. But more because Deku never confirmed that he used Katsuki’s birthday as his code on purpose.
But, well, he didn’t deny it either.
He’s spent so long pushing Deku away —but every single day Deku proves to him that he’s not willing to let go. That despite their problems Deku has never actively tried to distance them, that instead, he’s thought of in Deku’s everyday life like he’s someone special.
He doesn’t know what he should do with that knowledge some days. But he thinks that the least he can do is to show Deku that he’s willing to give him back what he receives.
Being Deku’s friend doesn’t sound particularly fun, being his enemy feels like a rocks in his stomach though. He was ready to put rivals on the table proudly. Though he gets the sense that Deku won’t settle for anything less than friends.
It makes Katsuki want to choose none of those options.That’ll show a Deku who thinks he can predict Katsuki’s every move.
He finishes setting up his new code and then he pushes his phone into Deku’s face, a little too close and the nerds eyes cross before settling on his locked screen.
“Now we match.” He says softly, with laughter in his voice.
Deku swallows, his green eyes are wide and he’s darting them from his screen to Katsuki’s face in disbelief.
Katsuki looks down, getting an anxious tingle in his chest, his spine. He was thinking about how All Might thinks him and Deku are like two sides of the same coin, or some shit. They were a reflection, a good balance , or so Katsuki was trying so hard to see.
But as Deku does nothing but stare at him like he’s a fucking freak he starts to regret his uncharacteristic action. Maybe it really was a coincidence...
Well, even if it is, Katsuki has already made his decision. Besides, maybe this is his chance to start reaching out to Deku first.
He clears his throat, reaches his hand around so that Deku can still see the screen and he types in Deku’s birthday one digit at a time, slow and steady so his fingers won’t shake. He thinks they do anyways.
He gulps back the embarassment, the uncertainty, he forces a smirk but it’s sort of small, more of a weak smile than he’d like to admit.
Deku inhales like Katsuki just sucker punched him, his eyes are reflecting blue from the movie that’s playing, enhancing the swelling tenderness threaten to seep out of his every pore. Deku’s pushing his syrupy sweet adoration at him like they’re four years old again, it’s startling, it’s been awhile.
Though he hates when he gets all weepy, he figures he’ll let this one slide. He rolls his eyes when Deku’s bottom lip starts to wobble.
The nerd sniffles, his head is tilted and Katsuki feels warm from their shared blanket. Deku’s head starts to inch foward, he can feel his heated breath on his face.
Katsuki abruptly breaks out of his softened, vulnerable state and jolts , pushing his palm into the nerd’s forehead.
“Deku.” He admonishes, panic in his words but not wanting to alert the others. The moment seemed too private.
Deku jerks back in just as much alarm, slaps a hand over his mouth, he whines pathetically like he knows he fucked up.
What the fuck was that? See, now this is why he doesn’t ever attempt to be nice to Deku. Because when he does Deku always takes the full mile.
Katsuki’s gives him an offering of friendship and Deku tries to kiss him.
Katsuki growls a little, shaking his head to rid himself of the embarassment that is engulfing his head in its scorching flames.
“J-just watch the fucking movie.” He spits out, angrily crossing his arms and ignoring Deku to focus his eyes on the screen in front of him. He can’t see a thing. Replaying what just happened over and over again. He can’t friggin believe Deku made him stutter.
“O—o-okay.” Deku replied, turning to watch the godawful movie as well.
Their arms are still touching, Deku’s cotton shirtsleeve is soft in comparison to the solid muscle he can feel underneath.
Just when Katsuki is starting to pay attention, when his shoulders start to relax he flinches at the rough fingers that slide over his hand on the ground, they barley skim over his knuckles, hovering for a second before settling in between eachother.
Deku squeezes , quick and hard like he’s scared but he’s doing it anyways.
“Deku!” He scolds him again, though his heart is beating so fast he’s dizzy, can’t even move from his grasp.
Deku huffs, grinds his shoulder unpleasantly into Katsuki’s. His fluffy hair tickles his neck as Deku rests his head on his shoulder, he holds Katsuki’s hand tighter. The little shit even has the nerve to reach his other hand to grip Katsuki’s forearm in a full on koala hug.
“Oh my god, Deku.” Katsuki repeats, uncharacteristically flustered, strangely deferent in the face of Deku’s honest actions.
“Watch the movie, Kacchan.” Deku tells him with a pout in his voice.
“How can I do that when you’re—“
“You’re the one who was being cute.”
Katsuki blood rushes , vision swirling, “W-what! Who the fuck are you calling—“
“Would you two please stop whispering?” Jirou says, a chorus of agreements resound in the room.
“Sorry!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki’s voice strains , ignoring how that seems to piss Deku off and quickly turns his hand over until Deku and him have their palms together, he doesn’t stop to think before he threads their fingers together once again, squeezing so hard that Deku winces next to him.
The nerd gurgles something stupid next to him before he pulls himself together, once again slamming his thick skull onto his shoulder and slumping into Katsuki’s side. He even puts their hands in his lap and buries his face into the junction of his neck , rubbing , rubbing his little nose like he’s trying to scrub off his features.
A moment goes by where Katsuki stares in blankness at the action going on in the streets of Paris from the tv.
A small, moist kiss is pressed into his neck, it tickles.
Without thinking he smacks the shit out of Deku’s head.
“Ow!”
“Shhh!” The class hushes them.
“Goddamnit.” Katsuki grits his teeth, he knows this is all his fault. Literally the second that he tried to reach out to Deku he didn’t just take the mile, he took the spaceship straight to the milky way.
God, and Katsuki’s just letting him.
Well, fuck if he’s going to fall behind, it’s not like he’s fucking scared of Deku or anything. He slumps further into the ground, resting his own head onto Deku apple scented curls.
Deku sighs dreamily, Katsuki scowls.
He doesn’t even want to know what happens the next time Katsuki extends a peace offering.
He doesn’t even want to know how far he’s gonna fall into Deku’s hands.
At least he knows he won’t fall alone.
—Twin souls "
"People believe that a soulmate is the person with whom you are a perfect fit, which is what everyone wants.
But a true soul mate is a mirror, it is the person who brings out everything repressed from you, who makes you look inward so that you can change your life.
A true soulmate is, surely, the most important person you will meet in your life, because it knocks down all the walls and wakes you up with a bang. "
—Elizabeth Gilbert Excerpt from the book "Eat, pray, love"
say something I'm giving up on you
"say something..."
What if Kacchan and Deku met his originally written self 😳 :
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Catching Fireflies for Day 1 of this year’s @twinstarsweek ~
Still thinking about that new movie poster :o
Ummmmm hello I sort of found this place and wondered if you have a comfort bkdk? Cause I always feel like Deku is of course brave, but he is scared like everyone else normally is, so his strong Kacchan becomes a teddy bear. > W <
i kind of drew this with the bkdk cuddling ask but i like drawing bkdk anyway so a similar idea wouldn’t hurt
(you’re absolutely right deku what IS happening)
The choice of wording used here is something that I find very fascinating. I mean, it would’ve been enough if Monoma simply taunted Izuku by saying that Katsuki isn’t as great as he thinks / a bad hero, by calling their relationship delusional, or by criticizing Katsuki’s abrasive behaviour. Izuku could’ve gotten angry enough to create an opening for OFA to explode from just that alone and we all would’ve bought it.
But that isn’t what happened here. Horikoshi specifically had Monoma mock the fact that Katsuki continues to smile / laugh (depending on the translation) despite causing the end of All Might. That’s the truly messed up thing about all of this. This isn’t just normal playground teasing or jealousy. He’s implying that someone like Katsuki doesn’t deserve to be happy. It isn’t the damaging of Katsuki’s pride, his honour, their rivalry bond, or their shared dream that is presented as being Izuku’s weak spot, but the idea of someone threatening Katsuki’s happiness as a person. Someone mocking the emotional turmoil and resulting strength that Katsuki gained after moving forward.
I think that says a lot about how Izuku thinks of Katsuki. He isn’t just some beacon of victory for Izuku to admire and idealize in his head or a fellow hero to put a lot of expectation on for the sake of chasing after. For Monoma to decide to poke this nerve in particular and for Horikoshi to decide to have this be what triggers him into losing control, the message really seems to be that Izuku just wants Kacchan to be happy no matter what he’s doing in life. Counting by the severity of the situation, he feels this way the strongest out of all other feelings he may have concerning Katsuki.
And that’s just the sweetest thing.
Pink, i am having something, in my heart. I want, Midoriya's cries, of joy and nostalgia, when he hears Bakugou's hero name.
Woolly, dearest Woolly, you can have anything your heart desires 🥺
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"Dynamight."
The word echoed in his ears.
"Dynamight."
A voice so familiar to him he could pick it out amongst a crowd of thousands, hundreds of thousands. And a memory, so far back, he could hardly find it in the deepest recesses of his brain.
"My name...is Dynamight."
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The sound of beeping machines was all Midoriya could make out in the sterile smelling room he woke up in. Even the snores of those around him felt muted, as though the entire hospital were holding its breath.
Only once he finally felt fully aware of himself, eyelids no longer too heavy to hold open, he glanced toward the windows, staring at the pale moonlight streaming in, stars dusting across the cloudless night sky, seeming so peaceful compared to his last waking memory. Perhaps this was a dream, then. Yet there was an unbearable ache in his body that claimed otherwise.
Looking down, he saw his own arm wrapped tight against his chest. He couldnt feel it, though it looked wholly unchanged. And yet...the memory of his limbs battered beyond repair was still fresh in his mind. As grateful as he was, there was no way his arms should still be intact. Unless....
If Mirio could have his quirk back, then maybe...maybe luck had graced him just this once, allowing him one more chance.
Subtle movement to his side caught his attention, and suddenly, he couldnt pull his gaze away from the cot beside him.
Kacchan.
Locks as pale as the light illuminating them were nestled into a thin pillow, poking out from the slumbering form beneath its blanket. His childhood friend never looked more at peace than when he was asleep. Swallowing as he caught himself staring, Midoriya couldnt help but compare it to his last sight of the other; bleeding out, pierced through, collapsing into anothers arms before fully losing consciousness. All for him, because of him.
"Deku."
His name shocked him back into the present, seemingly far too gentle to be real.
Red eyes bore into his own, and suddenly, nothing else existed.
"Kacchan-"
His whisper was breathless, and yet far too loud all the same. Stumbling after throwing his covers off and trying to get up, he realized his feet were numb when he tried to set them down and his face hit the floor before they did.
"Ow..."
"You fucking idiot. If you wanted to kill yourself, you shouldve just let Shigaraki do it." Yet despite his harsh words, a hand was extended out to him, and the pain faded away quickly enough. He grabbed it - what else was he supposed to do? How could he ever deny Bakugou Katsuki?
He was sitting in Kacchans bed, beside the other, and reality was so broken and strangled in that single night, that the novelty had yet to hit him.
"You trynna wake up everyone else, huh?" Quickly, he followed that strict gaze, taking note of the other heroes in their beds around them, his heart stopping momentarily at the sight of their teacher across from them, head once again wrapped in bandages. But like a magnet, his eyes were drawn back, refusing to fully leave Kacchans face, his stern, grumpy, just woken up face, that was so very, and beautifully alive. He may be acting irritated with Deku, but he had helped the other into his bed; just another box to check off of the list of things hed never expected from his childhood friend - a list that was rapidly gaining check marks with each waking moment.
"Kacchan..." He murmured once more, finding nothing else available in his mind at the moment as he took in the others face. So many things had happened all at once back there; towns had been destroyed, countless lives had been lost, and the injured were beyond counting. There were so many people he loved that he didnt even know were alive or not. Shigaraki had All for One, and he couldnt even begin to imagine how Todoroki was feeling.
But right there, and right then, it was nighttime, and everyone was asleep, except for them two. As much as he wanted to get up and race through every hall and every street to find out who was okay and who wasnt, this was all he could manage to focus on. Certainly his legs wouldnt even let him up anyway.
"What is it?" Came that gravelly voice, once again bringing him back from his own mind. "Dont fucking tell me youre too damn scared of the dark to sleep on your own?"
"Why did you do it?"
The question asked itself, his mouth moving without his permission. Yet it was the only thing he could think about, the only thing keeping him conscious still as exhaustion crept up on him.
He watched as an eyebrow rose up, and then Bakugous jaw clenched, and Midoriya knew the other was fully aware of what he meant. That gaze averted itself, the face he'd been studying turning away, to his disappointment.
"I don't know."
Something dropped a little in his chest. He wanted to say something; what, he didnt know. But there was a furrow to that brow, a slight pout in those lips that suggested deeper thought inside of Kacchans mind. He was thinking, and Midoriya let him.
"My body just moved on it own." And just like that, electricity flooded his body, and he could run a thousand miles, if only they wouldn't take him away from the boy in the same bed as him.
"Kacchan...i don't...i dont know how-"
"Then don't." It was murmured so softly, Midoriya thought he must have imagined it. Maybe this all really was a dream, and he would wake up in his own bed, no childhood friend to be found. Reality didnt seem very lucid at the moment, and yet he knew that nothing would ever be the same the moment he woke up to the real world, and to the consequences of their actions. So then, for just that night, they could be at peace.
Before he could figure out anything else to say, a yawn from the other boy interrupted his thoughts. He watched as Bakugou began to lay back down, crossing his arms underneath his head, trying, and failing to cover uo how he winced when moving his shoulder.
"Theres shit we need to talk about. And dont fucking forget about it, you damn nerd." When those eyes closed again, Midoriya decided to take that as a sign to lay down and join him. After everything that had happened, the only thing that could tear him away from his childhood friend was if they explicitly asked for him to leave. And they hadn't. So he laid down, studying Bakugous profile from his position, his racing thoughts competing with his drained body, trying to slip under the heavy waves of exhaustion lapping at his brain.
Kacchan had saved him...instinctively. With his mind as loaded as it was, he couldnt quite figure it out. All he knew was that Bakugou would explain the second they got the chance, and that he never wanted to let the other out of his sight ever again.
As the weight of his eyelids grew too heavy to bear, the words began to disappear from his mind, until there was only one left. And his eyes shot open again.
"Kacchan," he murmured into the dark, hoping the other was still awake. "Whats your hero name?"
Above the soft beeping of heart monitors and other such machinery, Midoriya heard the other's sigh, and relief flooded his chest. Sorry Kacchan... But he had to know.
After waiting for eternity, Midoriya almost wondering if hed fallen asleep again, Bakugou said, "Dynamight."
Tears welled up in his eyes, which he silently wiped away. It wasnt certain, he couldnt fully tell, maybe his memory was faulty anyway....
"Its, its perfect, Kacchan," Midoriya mumbled, wondering if his wobbly smile was as obvious as it felt. "I love it."
"Pft," Kacchan scoffed at him, causing his own brow to furrow in confusion. "Course you fucking would," Bakugou said, able to convey his hard eye roll with his tone alone. "You pretentious fuck. You came up with it."
Eyes widening, he knew he wouldnt be able to contain it any longer. Tears flowed freely onto the pillow, and he immediately began sniffling.
"Eh? Fucking hell..." Bakugous exasperated voice did nothing to quell the tide pouring from him, could not stop the hiccups from overtaking his chest.
"You -hic- you really...chose my name?"
Once again, that red gaze graced his face, as disgruntled and judgemental as usual, but it meant nothing, not after everything hed just revealed.
"Yeah, whatever. Listen you fuck, I dont have the fucking brain power right now, so save the crying for later, stupid nerd." Of course, Bakugou should know by now, that that wasnt going to happen. In fact, after just a moment, he sighed, and opened his arm out nearest Deku. "You fucking get any snot on me and youre going back to your own damn bed."
Reality was so broken, so strangled in that single night, and perhaps in would remain that way in the days to come. Perhaps being allowed to lay gingerly on Kacchans shoulder while he cried his heart out, letting lose everything hed held in since the fight, since their fight, since they were kids, perhaps that would become their new reality, fitting somewhere into this jumbled up jigsaw puzzle that was their life from here on out.
He didnt want to question it, not in that moment. Instead, he let the tears dry up on their own, however long that took. By the end of it, he could hardly even breathe, but there was a stillness in his chest, a steady, comfortable thumping he hadnt felt in....
Drifting off to sleep, images flashed behind his eyelids. The hospital was no more; instead, he found himself surrounded by trees, with hard packed dirt beneath his feet, and a butterfly net in his hands. His dreams were filled with children's laughter, scrapes and bruises telling the tale of another adventure, and heart-filled gazes directed toward a back that had always been just out of reach. And a memory, just barely there, but it was enough. It was more than enough.
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Avskvnskfks sorry Woolly if this was rushed a little. Motivation is a fickle fiend and i wanted to make sure I finished it 😅😅💖💖
Win to save, save to win
Or just a bit of meta from the perspective of the original Japanese. EDIT: replaced “symbol” with “image” because i am a clown and forgot that it is image and not symbol
So, it’s already been established that Bakugo is a source of inspiration to Deku, with the latter explicitly acknowledging that his language becomes a lot dirtier and crasser when he is fighting to win–like Bakugo’s.
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Decchan Sketches by Noguchi-San (@/nstime23)
「じゃあ俺の憧れは間違ってたのかよ…！」
Decchan !! Deku looks gorgeous as always
Bkdk AI Art Creations
The App I used is called WOMBO Dream
They look really cool !
wow.
this is incredible.
the flavor is immaculate.
10 out of 10.
What I love about bakudeku
This was a fun day to experience
BNHA Manga Spoilers
Decchan drawings by @/nstime23
What in the actual bakudeku fanfiction Hori sensei?!
Decchan drawings
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Decchan Doodles
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Old Decchan sketches from Noguchi-San
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映画デっちゃん
“Movie Decchan”
