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His first time trying street fair food [CTC]

out of context this looks like kami is gay panicking

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BakuDeku “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” If you have the time of course. ❤️

Izuku loves U.A. He has since his first year, and he probably will after he graduates March. It’s where he’s met so many of his good friends, where he learned so many new things, where he was finally able to chase his dream. 

But as much as he loves U.A., he also looks forward to every weekend when he gets to go home. Third years have free reign to come and go as they please as long as they’re back by Monday for classes. Its a freedom they weren’t permitted in their first year, and with everything that happened in their second… Well, it’s just nice to feel a little independent.

And, it helps that every weekend, he gets to meet Katsuki at the front of the dorms, and they ride the train back to their neighborhood. There hadn’t been any plan, and neither had said anything to the other, but instead had found them falling naturally together after Saturday classes as they headed for home. It wasn’t awkward, even if Katsuki’s quiet as Izuku babbles like he is now. Their feet lead them away towards the train station as Izuku rants about his dorm neighbor. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood, nerd?” Katsuki says as soon as he sees him.

His face screwed up in disgust, Izuku glares at him. “You don’t want to know.”

Katsuki snorts, raises one brow. “Oh, yeah? Try me.”

Izuku internally smiles. He likes this with Katsuki. A lot.

“He’s doing on purpose, of course,” Izuku scowls. “Yuuga-kun makes a habit of knowing my most embarrassing secrets.” Like my crush on you, he doesn’t say. “Once, I found him putting cheese into my tea. My tea, Kacchan!”

“What the fuck was he doing that for?” 

Lowering his voice, Izuku’s nose crinkles in disgust. “He said it was an aphrodisiac to help me with my problem.”

With a huge guffaw, Katsuki throws his head back and bursts into laughter, his shoulders shaking and his eyes squeezed closed. Izuku’s completely taken aback, gaping as Katsuki’s laughter echoes down the empty street, loud and ringing. It peters off into snorting little chuckles, and Katsuki turns to him, his eyes still turned up and sparkling. His face slackens when he meets Izuku’s stare.

“What?” he says, glaring.

“O-Oh, sorry!” Izuku squeaks, coming back to himself. His eyes drop to the ground, sheepish. “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

“Oh,” Katsuki says, and goes silent for a long moment. Izuku glances up, and Katsuki’s eyes are fixed ahead, down the road, and his face is just the slightest hint of pink as he shrugs. “Guess you’re just not that funny.”

“You say I’m funny looking all the time!”

“Yeah, but not like funny ha-ha!” Katsuki snaps.

“Is that a compliment?” Izuku asks, half-way laughing in disbelief. 

Katsuki glares at him. “You’d be dead if it was.” And Izuku breaks into a peal of laughter, completely missing the satisfied look on Katsuki’s face as they continue on their way home.

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Dearly Departed

Written for @dekatsu​ after being inspired by this post. It’s your fault. Also, there’s a high chance this could become multi-chaptered if received well enough. Also yay, my first BNHA piece!

Word count: 751 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: At a time in his life where hope seemed to be a ghost of the past, Izuku stumbles upon a late t quirk that shows him another ghost. Pairing: None (Platonic BakuDeku, for now at least)

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It’s his fault. That’s all Izuku could think as he watched the same sludge villain that targeted him not so long ago attack someone new. It’s all that crossed his mind when it felt like years passed as no one did anything to help. No other thought could even be considered as All Might made one last-ditch attempt to rescue the victim. It was the only thing that echoed in his head as the villain fled from the sight of the number one hero before leaving behind a corpse with all too familiar blond hair. A shocking revelation that brought him to his knees.

The only other idea that Izuku could even entertain was “That should have been me.”

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When you start to stir this morning, you cant help but wonder if you’re having a particularly odd dream, the stats hovering behind your eyelids, making that the only real conclusion. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times, you frown in confusion. Hanging before you in the air, are the same set of stats you could see with your eyes closed. They seem to be gaming stats of some sort, something that confuses you since, whilst you enjoy them, you rarely get the time to play them anymore, so you generally don’t dream about them. Sitting up in bed, you find the stats following you easily, somehow not obscuring your vision. You’re still convinced this might be some kind of weird dream, despite the cold slowly seeping into your feet, now that they are touching the floor. With a sigh, you try to pay attention to the stats again, deciding that you may as well fuck around with them, since its just a dream. 

Over the course of the morning, you mess with all of your stats, finding you can move them around with a brief thought. To your surprise, and delight, they seem to work, but as the day wears on, you start to realise that this might not be a dream after all. 

As you sit there, absently using your increased strength to open that jar you’ve been trying to crack into all week, you contemplate what this might mean for you. Is it permanent? How far reaching can you make this? What will you do with this kind of power? Already you’ve used your charisma to convince the crabby old landlord to give you a few more days to pay rent, a usually impossible task. You’ve used your luck and found a hundred dollars stuck in a hedge outside, and you used your intelligence stats to finish the essay that you had been stuck on all week, because you forgot all the subject matter. Luckily, no one else seems to see the small window of stats. You even figured out how to make the little window fold away to one side, almost invisible, if you weren’t already aware it was there.

A soft hiss of air interrupts your thoughts, the jar opening with surprising ease. Suddenly, your stats glow brightly the numbers increasing on each and the small letters above the stats finally draw your eyes up,something you hadn’t really paid attention to until now. You watch as the simple “Level: 1″ slowly shifts to “Level: 2″, and it dawns on you that this might just be the beginning.