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Things worse than death

Summary: Izuku takes Kacchan up on his advice and takes a swan dive off the roof.

Warnings: References to suicide, if that’s triggering I wouldn’t read :)

Izuku stood above his own grave with a strange sense of apathy. It wasn’t to say he didn’t care that he was dead…it was the opposite in all honesty. It was his own fault. He took Katsuki’s advice. All Might left him there. What else was he supposed to do when presented the opportunity? That was how he ended up wandering the graveyard he had been buried in.

He felt a strong sense of guilt now, but the relief of responsibilities and ageing was incomparable to anything in his life. But so was the lack of drive. He had nothing to fight for anymore. Most of all, he missed his mother.

He saw her having to confirm that the body someone had reported was his own, seeing his bloody and mangled form contorted into all sorts of angles that they weren’t supposed to be. He only wished to hold her one last time, to apologise for everything he had put her through but she could finally live in peace, without being harrassed by anyone everytime they walked out of the house together. The stares and whispers would stop now that she didn’t have a child with red targets masking as shoes tugging on her hand. Most of all she could be friends with the Bakugou's again. He wasn’t putting pressure on her to stay away for his own sake. He had seen Mitsuki visit her at the scene and afterwards, comforting his mothers gut wrenching sobs in a way that he now couldn’t.

He was startled out of his reminiscing by the crunch of gravel beneath someone's feet, causing him to glance up. It was Kacchan.

In his hand was a bouquet, an array of lotus flowers, lavender and roses. It was a strange amalgamation and was expecting his ex best friend to walk straight past his grave and continue further into the cemetery. But he didn’t. He sat directly in front of Izuku and started speaking.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go to your funeral…my mom was there I know, I just…I couldn’t bring myself to see what happened. What I caused. I know it’s too late now to fix anything, but for what it’s worth…I miss you Izuku.”

It felt as though he was talking to the void. Izuku wanted to hold him and forgive him and scream at him all at the same time.

“I fucked up so badly. I was so insecure I pushed it all onto you. You were the only one of those extras who actually cared. I should never have abandoned you. And now this is all my fault. I’m so sorry Izuku…”

As much as the ghost wanted tears to gather in his eyes, they wouldn’t. The familiar burning sensation behind his eyes came but the blurring of his eyes as a film of tears should cover them never did. He missed crying. He and his mother were connected through the famous ‘Midoriya tears’ as Auntie Mitsuki used to joke. But now that was dead and gone, along with him.

“Izuku. It feels strange to call you that now. I called you Deku for so long. God I’m so sorry Izu, if I had realised sooner…if I had done things differently maybe you’d still be here. You could get all the support items you could want…we could’ve been a team, pro heroes together…like we always dreamed when we were kids.”

It was gut wrenching to see the once arrogant and strong willed person that Katsuki once was pour his heart out. His emotions were normally concealed under indifference and agitation, it was unnerving to see him so vulnerable, so open. Izuku did the only thing he knew how to do. He attempted to wrap his arms around him in a cold embrace.

“It’s okay Kacchan. It was my own fault. Don’t blame yourself…I would never have been able to become a hero, go on with your life. Forget about the useless Deku who held you back. Be the best hero you can be for the both of us.”

Bakugou seemed to shiver slightly at the touch and glance up, straight through him, closing his eyes and letting the tears fall was strange. The old Katsuki would never allow such weakness to show.

“It’s getting cold so I should probably head off soon, my therapist said that sitting at your grave and talking to you might help me. It feels like you’re actually here, Zuku. I know it’s probably my mind playing tricks on me, but please, if you’re there…I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve to be a hero for what I did to you. I wish there was a way to take it all back, to make everything right again. You were always my Zuku, you were the only person in that shitty middle school who would’ve given a shit about me if my quirk wasn’t powerful, and I became one of them. I- I should’ve seen what was happening. I’m so sorry Izu.”

“Kacchan…I AM here, I need you to see me and hear me! I forgive you! It was my choice, a stupid one and I regret it! I want to be back with you! We could be heroes together. I’m so sorry I was the one who left…”

The burning sensation was mack and if he squeezed his eyes shut tightly enough he could imagine rivers of tears that would never come falling. He tearlessly sobbed for what could have been and what he lost and now what was found, even if it was too late.

“It feels like your arms are around me right now, god, I wish they actually were, you were always cold though, you and your scrawny ass was always cold…I remember when we were kids I’d always give you my scarf when it was cold. I miss you so much Zuku.”

“I am hugging you! I’m here! I miss you too! I’m so sorry.”

“I should get going…More training for UA…I’ve practically lived at the gym since…Ya know. I love you Izuku, I’ll be back to visit soon I promise.”

Izuku smiled softly, patting the spiky hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you Kacchan. I’ll be here waiting for you.” The smile turned bitter as he watched his best friend walk away from him, the only thing he left was the flowers that sat atop his grave. “Be a good hero for me.”

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Y’all… I thought the posters were funny… but it looks so tacky. Also I’m loving my recent style with the incorrect proportions 😋

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Little BkDk comic I whipped up in 30 minutes! 💚🧡 I’m currently editing a fanfic so I should posting soon!

Break The Cycle

Being quirkless sucked ass.

Izuku was simply doing his best to survive in a world where people hated his existence. He honestly didn’t understand their obsession with his quirkless status. It wasn’t like he was a threat to them nor did his existence have any direct effect on them.

Maybe they were jealous that he got to avoid the entire hierarchy by naturally being at the bottom.

Having random people hate him wasn’t Izuku’s problem. He could easily say the unwanted hate was a reflection of the person insulting him rather than it being about him.

The problem Izuku had was how the people he knew and loved dumped him the instant he was quirkless. No matter how much time had passed or the knowledge he gained, he couldn’t understand why people gave quirks so much power.

After all, quirks were useless outside of mundane use and self-defense. If you wanted to use your quirk for a purpose, you needed a license.

Nobody in his life who used their quirk on him owned a license. All the people who gave up on him also didn’t own a license.

They were as worthless as he was.

Inko Midoriya left a trail of scars some of Izuku's worst bullies couldn't compete with.

Despite Inko being a stay-at-home mother and having a husband pay all the bills, she was the farthest thing from a mother. She was neglectful, emotionally abusive, and extremely narcissistic. It didn't help that nothing Izuku did was ever good enough.

No one at school knew that Aldera Junior High wasn't the only hell hole Izuku had to deal with.

It was a cold, but bright winter day. Izuku had just gotten situated in his seat when his three tormentors approached him. Most people would believe Izuku dreaded whenever they appeared, but he found them to be more of a comfort than anything else.

They were a constant in his life even if they called him names or purposefully tried to put him down. They always approached him first thing in the morning and during the school day's last moments.

They never physically attacked him or made him feel unsafe. If anything, their constant presence protected him.

During their first year at Aldera Junior High, some upperclassmen were a threat. No one got a chance to mess with Izuku because Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio were already "bullying" him.

"Hey, Deku! You look more sickly than usual," greeted Katsuki, the person Izuku had a hidden admiration for.

"Not a surprise a quirkless loser like you can't handle a little snow," teased Tejio, the guy with spiky teeth for a quirk. It became a habit for him to stick up his nose when it came to Izuku.

Hifumi, the bully with a long-finger quirk, didn't bother speaking. He was too busy typing on his phone. He recently hit it off with a girl and is busy trying to find out where she was in the school.

Izuku looked up at the three with a deep frown, not really having any motivation to give his usual sporadic response of rambles. Katsuki, as observant as ever, took note of the extreme change of attitude. While he was originally irritated, a part of him grew worried that Izuku wasn't just pale because he was cold, but rather because he had a cold.

Before Katsuki could make another remark, Izuku spoke up in a broken voice. "I... uh... I'm."

Katsuki froze, caught off guard by how weird Izuku was being. Hifumi was now paying attention, concerned about what was going on. Sure, he was an asshole and made an effort to ruin Izuku's day, but he knew something was wrong and they weren't the source of his distress.

"Well? I don't have all day," barked Katsuki, crossing his arms as he kicked the leg of Izuku's desk.

"I'm moving... today is my last day here," revealed Izuku in a quiet voice, shifting his gaze to the surface of his desk.

The news of the annoying, nerdy, quirkless kid should have made Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio jump in the air and celebrate. Yet, the three were stuck in place, staring at Izuku as they waited for him to say it was a joke.

In one instant, the three teens realized just how important Izuku was to them. It was a disgusting feeling, knowing they formed a strong bond with the person they claimed to hate. Suddenly, the person they'd had around since elementary was now leaving in less than twelve hours.

"Huh? Aunty Inko is really dragging you away?" questioned Katsuki, his sharp tone vanishing into something tamer.

Tejio nodded at Katsuki's question before he backed the blond up. "Not that I care, but this seems very last-minute."

Izuku rolled his top lip in and bit it for a moment, before popping his lips. Flicking his eyes up to the three, he let his fingers brush the soft edge of his notebook. "Yeah, it is pretty last minute, but family problems don't wait for anyone."

"Is someone dying?" asked Hifumi out of the blue. Tejio was quick to jab him in the ribs for asking a question like that so suddenly.

"No! No one is dying... it's just personal things," admitted Izuku, not planning on telling his peers that he was planning on running away.

Hifumi scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There is no way you're leaving because of us."

Izuku shook his head with a weak smile. "No, I'm not. If I was going to leave because of the school, I would have done it in between year change. Besides, I like how close this school is to home."

"So, what fucked up shit has you booking it out of here?" pressed Katsuki, knowing that digging for information was the last thing he should be doing. He didn't want to give off the impression that he was worried. Although, that concern wouldn't matter with Izuku moving away.

"I can't tell anyone about it. My mom doesn't want me talking about it," mumbled Izuku, trying to keep this conversation from reaching the ears of his other classmates. The fewer people that knew the better.

"Damn, it sounds serious," huffed Tejio, rubbing the back of his neck.

Izuku flashed a strained smile in response. "Let's just say it is."

As the school day continued, the harder it was for Katsuki to comprehend that Izuku was leaving. He's never known life without Izuku. Now he was expected to show up to school the following morning and stare at Izuku's empty desk.

The end of the day arrived and Izuku walked out the front doors without looking back. Katsuki watched Izuku walk away, letting the new wave of emotions fester inside him.

He wasn't going to chase Izuku or apologize at the last minute, but a part of him knew he'd regret it.

Hifumi let out a loud sigh before turning to look at Katsuki. "Damn. It's gross that I feel happy for him."

"No, I get where you're coming from. This place is kinda a shithole if you think about it," agreed Tejio, turning to Hifumi.

"I bet Deku snitched on us and his mom decided to just leave," scoffed Katsuki. At this point, he'd say anything to deflect and make himself feel better.

Izuku walked home, up the steps to the apartment, and sucked in a deep breath. This was it. This was going to be the last time he ever walked into his home.

It took weeks of sneaking around to find all his documentation and anything that truly belonged to him. Everything he was taking with him had to fit in his school bag and a small-sized duffle bag. He couldn't raise any suspicion considering he never knew which version of his mom he was going to be speaking to.

Best case scenario she was going to be neglectful and not even say goodbye to him on the way out.

Making his way to the door, Izuku called out to Inko. "Hey Mom, I'll be leaving now."

The sound of rushed footsteps caught his attention. Inko appeared at the end of the hall with a small smile. Tensing up out of fear his mother was in a good mood and was going to ask a bunch of questions, Izuku swallowed hard.

"Don't go for too long," chuckled Inko softly, extending out an arm as she approached. "Come back home right after school tomorrow."

Izuku pulled open the door, refusing to look Inko in the eye out of fear she'd sense something was wrong. "I will, I promise." It was quiet for a moment before Izuku felt a strong urge to say, "I love you."

Not expecting a response, Izuku gasped when Inko happily echoed, "I love you too. Take care."

Suddenly running away felt incredibly hard. He loved his mother and saw how she was struggling with being abandoned by her husband while being expected to raise a child alone.

Despite the part of him screaming to turn around, run into her arms, and sob… he knew he couldn’t. Within the next hour, she could be angry or detached. He was tired of always fearing his mother’s wrath.

Izuku made his way to the nearest train station and started his journey. He took train after train till he was at least 10 prefectures away from the city of Musutafu. Running on nothing but limited luck and hope for a better future, he made his way to a cafe.

He had looked up jobs in the region and found an incredible opportunity. As long as he worked full-time at the cafe, he would be able to stay in the apartment on the third floor. Of course, rent would automatically be taken out of his paycheck, but that wasn’t an issue.

Izuku wore a snow hat and a bushy scarf during his interview. That way his hair was completely covered as well as his freckles.

The owner was kind and gentle. It was clear she loved her job and simply needed an extra hand. Izuku was willing to be that person.

Thankfully, the woman was desperate so Izuku was given the green light to move in immediately and would start working the next morning. Without a single worry, he agreed.

After a box of black hair dye and some full-coverage foundation, Izuku happily made his way down into the closed cafe to sign documents.

Twenty-four hours passed and as the weight was lifted off Izuku’s shoulders, hell broke loose in a small region in Musutafu.

While Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio weren’t surprised to see Izuku was absent, the adults were. Before lunch arrived, news broke out that Izuku was missing. Inko was called regarding her son's absence. She tried calling him, but no response.

Inko called her best friend Mitsuki, the mother of Katsuki. Izuku had claimed he was spending the night only to never have shown up. According to Mitsuki, she was never alerted that Izuku was supposed to come over.

Katsuki felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over him at the news. He lied to Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio about moving. Izuku most definitely ran away. He couldn’t be sure he wasn’t the cause of it, but he figured Inko was part of the reason.

Last-minute. Family issues. Serious. Inko doesn’t want him talking about it.

Something was fishy about the situation.

It wouldn’t be until five long years later that Katsuki would meet Izuku again. Katsuki was supposed to go on a business trip despite being the number one hero. He was going to be a representative for the Hero Agency as some of the people working on support gear really wanted to work with this Hero Support Department.

All he knew was that was underground, but ridiculously good.

Much to Katsuki’s surprise, the Hero Support building was huge. If his coworkers said that this business was underground, then they were still beyond successful.

Marching into the elevator where he was to be taken to the top floor. He enjoyed not being hounded by the people rushing around. It was clear they prioritized their work over getting an autograph from a famous hero.

When the doors slid open, Katsuki was met with a pretty basic floor plan. On one side of the floor was the office while on the other was the workroom for Support gear.

Assuming the largest office belonged to the owner, Katsuki entered calmly. The last thing Katsuki expected to see was Izuku standing by the windows lining the room.

“Holy shit. Izuku?”

Izuku’s head whipped around, staring at Katsuki. “Kacchan?

Katsuki, in his hero suit and all, raced over to Izuku. Izuku already felt the tears of relief form in his eyes as his chest was filled with uncontrollable emotions. Katsuki pulled Izuku close, crushing him in a hug.

With close to no hesitation, Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki and cried. He spent so many years alone trying to navigate the hero world alone. Just being reminded that there was someone who missed him and was happy to see him brought Izuku such joy.

“What the hell Nerd?” croaked Katsuki, pulling back to look at Midoriya’s face.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” sighed Izuku softly, looking up at Bakugo with a guilty frown.

Katsuki shook his head, raising a hand to rest against his forehead. “One day you say you're leaving because of family problems and the next you’re reported missing. Do you have any idea how fucking insane that is?”

Izuku nodded stiffly. Katsuki noted that the nodding was less meant for him and more toward Izuku himself. Izuku stepped back to lean on his desk. “It was insane. I was the one who lived it. I couldn’t risk anyone finding out about my plans to run away. I had no intention of ever returning if you couldn’t tell.”

“I got the memo. But still, your mother was devastated… I can’t imagine why you’d leave her without even a note,” stated Katsuki gently despite the rasp in his voice.

Shaking his head, Izuku let it fall forward as a pain-filled smile spread across his face. “Kacchan. She’s the reason I ran away.”

Within a matter of seconds, Katsuki’s world was flipped upside down. Despite his initial suspicion of Inko being involved in the disappearance of Izuku, she had flawlessly manipulated him into a false sense of security. She claimed that Izuku hadn’t been acting any different, that she was happy he was getting out more, and a plethora of sappy mom crap he truly couldn’t have cared less about.

In the end, Inko was the reason. All those days she cried and begged for someone to find her son; she was the reason he was gone. The countless times she was over at their place for dinner, rambling on about Izuku and how incredible he was, she drove him away. Inko played the victim so well and that said everything Katsuki needed to know.

As Katsuki processed the information and the past years without Izuku and his interactions with Inko, Izuku watched. Fierce green eyes lasered in on Katsuki’s expression as the truth sunk in. It was relieving to see that Katsuki instantly trusted him.

“Damn.”

“Yeah…”

Katsuki kicked an imaginary stone before meeting Izuku’s gaze. “So… what did she do? Where did you go? How’d you end up here?”

Izuku smiled, walking to the glass windows lining the room. “She was sometimes good, but she was an extreme narcissist at heart. She was neglectful in all ways you could think of and without fail… every day, she was emotionally abusive.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? You know Aunty would have helped,” pointed out Bakugo. While he wasn’t necessarily trying to victim-blame Midoriya, he wanted to know why Midoriya hadn’t reached out to outlets he had before making such a serious choice.

Stepping back to turn around and face Katsuki again, Izuku scowled. “I’m sorry, but do you have no idea how dumb you sound right now?”

Gawking in disbelief, Katsuki crossed his arms in defense. “Fucking excuse me? That’s a very good question to ask considering you chose to run away without letting anyone know instead of trying to get help if you were in a bad situation.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Izuku shook his head. “I don’t think you are listening to me. I just told you Inko was a narcissist. If I were to reach out to Mitsuki for help, she would confront my mom, and the entire problem would somehow be my fault in the end. If Mitsuki somehow wasn’t fooled, I’d still be forced to come back home and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.”

“Shit… sorry. It’s just I don’t understand how you just decided to leave everything behind,” clarified Katsuki slowly, raising his shameful head to meet Izuku’s disappointed gaze.

There was a heavy atmosphere in the room, but Izuku and Katsuki weren’t about to walk away from the conversation without figuring things out.

Deflating after letting thirty long seconds of silence pass, Izuku stressed, “It was for the best. Being at home was a nightmare and I needed to get out. Trying to survive in the world as a quirkless teen was far less scary than the idea of being under the same roof as Inko for another moment.”

Katsuki nodded slowly, stepping toward Izuku to reach for his hand. As soon as his large soft fingers linked with Izuku's small rough ones, he tightened his grip. “I’m sorry. You deserved better. I bet it wasn’t an easy decision to make and I know you had to work your ass off to get to this point. Fuck Inko and the shit she did to you, it’s clear you didn’t need to stick around to achieve greatness.”

Lip wobbling and glassy-eyed, Izuku sniffled as he squeezed Katsuki’s hand back. “Thank you, Kacchan. It was hard… leaving you behind. I wanted to tell you—I really did, I just couldn’t risk it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for keeping yourself safe idiot,” chastised Katsuki fondly, lowering his head to focus on the small changes in Izuku’s mature features.

“Right,” croaked Izuku, doing his best to not flood his office with tears. “I worked at a coffee shop full time and lived in an apartment on top of the cafe. I had a good paycheck, a place to live, and I was able to use all my free time to finish my schooling online. Once I graduated, I just started climbing the social ladder while doing countless programs in the hero support gear field.”

Katsuki grinned, letting go of Izuku’s hand to rest both hands on his hips. “Not surprised a nerd like you was able to pull all of this off. Still, I’m not planning on letting you disappear on me again.”

Izuku quickly wiped his face before running his fingers through his hair. “Likewise. We will be business partners after all.”

“Huh? You mean you’re accepting my agency's request to have our hero gear produced solely by your department?” quizzed Katsuki, eagerly. While he was more than thrilled to see Izuku again and know that the missing piece of him was no longer missing, he really did want the best for his hero agency and all the heroes working with him.

“Of course! While I do have favorites and you are one of them, I’d never turn down work proposals!” cheered Izuku quickly as he made his way to his desk where stacks of papers were sitting.

“Hell yeah!”

“But just know I’m still expecting compensation for a decade of your bullying,” teased Izuku, raising a contract with a devilish smile.

Shivering with a manic smirk on his face, Katsuki enthusiastically snatched the paper from Izuku. “Sign me up.”

Hidden Beneath my Ribs

A self-indulgent bkdk fanfiction :)

It was all boiling up to this very moment. I looked up into ruby red eyes and felt my gut squeezed tight. My heartbeat was so loud, nothing but the steady thump could be heard. Then breaking through the deafening panic of my heart, a shaky breath captured all my attention.

Against my mind's better judgment, I reach out my hands to capture his big hands in my small damaged ones. He intertwines our fingers together, squeezing past my crooked knuckles. I know despite how scared I feel, I smile at the thrill he never failed to bring me.

Katsuki Bakugo was my everything. Now he knew he was. He was everything I wanted. He was everything I craved. Now he towered over me, coating my skin in goosebumps and igniting my skin.

Something possessed me, making me tilt my head. The magnetic force that was Bakugo Katsuki enticed me to come closer. He met me halfway, letting go of my hands to capture my face. His hands gently guided me to him, his thumb dusting over my freckles.

It felt like time stopped and started instantaneously. My mind went blank as all I wanted to do was indulge. He was perfect. Flawless in every way shape in form. His choices and actions have molded him into a person I wouldn’t trade for the world. His hands, his heart, his dumb spiked blond hair, his sharp eyes, and his lips. Oh god, his lips.

I cry as he kisses me. I grip the fabric of his tee, pulling him closer. I want to feel his heartbeat pounding against my chest. Our lips part, but our bodies remained pressed together. He looks at me and I feel the emotions swarming in his expression.

All I can do is cry as I declare my love like a mantra.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

In exchange for my declaration, warm, strong arms encase me as a gruff whisper reaches my ears and fills my heart.

“I love you too.”

I hide in his embrace, unable to fathom how lucky I am. I am beyond blessed to have someone so special, so irreplaceable, love me back. I’ve lived in a world where Katsuki didn’t exist and it’s a world I can’t say I’d survive long in.

I’m so overwhelmed, that my crying doesn’t relent. I’m so grateful.

“Why are you crying?” he asked in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.

“Because I’m so happy.” I cry, tilting my head to peek up at his face.

I feel his heart thump, thump against my skin. His heart is beating just as fast as mine. All it makes me want to do is kiss those addictive lips again. He beats me to it, capturing me in a kiss that made my knees buckle. Still, I want more.

Green. My favorite fucking color. It took me too long to realize that I couldn't function without him. A month without him and I was falling apart at the seams. He radiates a liveliness that takes my breath away. His beauty makes it hard to breathe.

Now he was in my arms, smiling as I kissed him. His knuckles against my back, sending a chill up my spine. That feeling had never been more welcome than it was at this moment.

Everything about him was addicting. He was an irresistible craving that was always satisfied, but I still want more. Now that I knew he felt the same, I didn't have to hold back. I could love him in all the ways I wanted to. That thin line that had been holding me back was now nothing more than a memory.

Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. Two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. It took them three tries, but they snapped into place on the fourth. They were a pair that only fit each other and not even fate could change that.

The End! I was sad and lonely so I wrote this.

Jobless Monday

Everyone listen to Jobless Monday by Mitski right now. I listened to it my entire time writing this.

Spoilers ahead so this is your warning here and now.

It was a bland day. The hustle and bustle of the classroom was no different than any other day. Midoriya stared out the window, letting the warm sun illuminate his freckles. Sighing, he turned back to his notebook, flipping through the pages he’s already flooded with analysis.

Their teacher, Mr.Sakuma, entered the room with an excited smile on his face. “Okay class, today we have a visitor today.”

Midoriya perked up, looking at the doorway where the mystery person was soon to enter. Whispers could be heard around him and everyone was equally excited. Well, everyone but Bakugo and his lackeys. They looked just as miserable as usual.

“You may come in now.”

A young adult walked into the room. The first thing Midoriya noticed was the individual was tall. He wore a nice outfit consisting of black slacks, a white button-up, a tan cardigan, and a black tie tucked underneath. He had no color where his pupils or iris were, leaving many to assume he was blind. His hair was black and well-maintained. He had on jewelry that stood out, jingling and sparkling in the sunlight.

“Hello everyone. My name is Furutani Yoringa. My quirk is future visions. It’s not too interesting of a name, but it is my quirk. I can see a person's future through their aura. And no, I am not blind,” revealed Furutani, getting straight to the point. His demeanor reminded Midoriya of himself: shy but straightforward.

Sakuma nodded, grinning at the introduction going well. “Yes, and today Mr.Furutani is kind enough to let us see our futures through his quirk. He will also be telling you about your auras. Would you like to explain how this all works?”

Midoriya was already scribbling everything down in his notebook. It may not be analysis of a hero, but this quirk was too good not to write down. No one seemed to notice or care, too busy wondering about their future.

“Thank you, sir. As you've heard, I have the ability to see people’s auras on command. A person's aura provides the energy for me to see into their future. Through hand contact, I will be able to see their future. This comes to me in a vision. Depending on the strength of a person's aura, not only will they be able to see their future, but multiple others as well,” elaborated Furutani, letting his eyes trail over the class before him. His eyes landed on Midoriya's and he couldn't help but smile upon seeing Midoriya writing notes on his quirk.

Furutani’s quirk was often overlooked. People wanted him to use it for their own benefit without wanting to actually understand it. He couldn't blame people. It was an exciting opportunity, but people were self-centered and greedy. In this single classroom, selfishness was seen in many. He understood those who were excited, but he could see the gleam in people’s eyes. Midoriya looked up at him in child-like wonder. His hand was flying, trying to write down everything Furutani said.

Furutani tore his eyes away from Midoriya to look at others in the classroom. “Now, while my quirk allows some to see their own future, the memories you'll have are not permanent. Within 24 hours, sometimes 48, if lucky, all memories of the visions will disappear. They disappear for me too. It is to prevent major shifts in the future. I only have so much power in what I can do to alter the future in the case of something bad happening.”

Furutani finished explaining and watched Midoriya finish up his notes with an accomplished grin. Furutani nodded to himself, glad to see Midoriya gathered everything. Sakuma then started the process, letting the eager students get their futures read.

Midoriya never once raised his hand. He remained patient and oddly hesitant to engage with Furutani. Furutani didn’t understand why. Midoriya had seemed so interested in the quirk, he couldn’t process the idea Midoriya didn’t want to take it out for a test run.

No one’s aura was strong enough to let the entire class see their future all at once. People had gone to the front of the classroom and whenever other people saw their future, it was only their close friends. Even then, it only happened to two students. Many were excited about their future, seemingly seeing something optimistic.

About half of the class had gone when Furutani had enough. He made his way towards the students rather than calling on them to approach him. Everyone was surprised, wondering what was going on. Furutani approached Midoriya and knelt down before his desk.

“I was trying so hard to be patient, but I can’t wait anymore. I’m dying to see your future. Your aura is practically blinding me,” chuckled Furutani, looking at Midoriya fondly.

Bakugo interjected, quick to shut that down. “Deku’s fucking quirkless, his future isn’t going to be anything worth dying over.”

The two other bullies snickered, making their own irrelevant remarks. Students in the room laughed, giggled, and teased Midoriya. Sakuma, the adult in charge, made no effort to stop the harassment. Furutani shot a targeted glare at Bakugo.

“My little sister is quirkless. Watch your mouth,” spat Furutani, his fists clenched.

The room went deathly silent, people shifting in their seats because of the uncomfortable atmosphere. Midoriya’s eyes widened upon hearing he wasn’t the only quirkless person. Sometimes he forgets he’s only one quirkless person in 20% of the global population. He was also surprised by how angry Furutani got. Midoriya couldn’t blame him. Everyone was practically insulting his younger sister. Besides, it was about time they got called out for their horrible behavior. It was a wonderful feeling to have someone on his side.

Furutani gave everyone a look of disgust before turning to Midoriya. “I’m deeply sorry on behalf of your quirkist peers. Ignoring them and back to what I was saying. May I see your future? If you’re uncomfortable with it, do not feel pressured to. I can just tell you about your aura.”

Midoriya shook his head, keeping all his focus on Furutani. “No need to apologize… it’s not your doing. You can look at my future, although I don’t think you’ll see much,” chuckled Midoriya sheepishly, keeping his head down and eyes up.

The two made their way to the front of the classroom and Furutani grinned. “You have a very impressive aura. You have some yellow, signaling your sunny and charismatic. You have a very magnetic personality.”

Many grew bored, yellow wasn’t anything special. Besides, those who had already seen their future that had a yellow aura had been told the same thing.

“Your aura also posses green. It shows self love, compassion, and forgiveness. You have an open heart. You also tend to be easily influenced by your environment.”

A couple of students perked up, surprised by the appearance of green considering how poorly he was treated. He was relatively forgiving and compassionate so there was no surprise there. They didn’t expect Midoriya to love himself enough for green to show up in his aura. A couple of students were also impressed he had two auras. While many in the class had more than one color, they expected Midoriya to be boring.

“You have a bit of pink. This means you live from the heart. You love hard. You are caring and kind, similar to green. Also, similar to green, you are receptive to love.”

Midoriya’s cheeks heated up. As Furutani stared at him and started listing off good qualities he had. It was a bit overwhelming to be indirectly complimented. The fact all of this was being said in front of people who didn’t like him made it even more overwhelming. Still, Midoriya did what he did best and listened.

People whispered, now understanding why Midoriya had stood out. He had three colors in his aura and they made him look like a saint. They assumed that was the reason why Midoriya's aura practically blinded Furutani.

Furutani’s smile grew, tilting his head to the side as he was excited to talk more about Midoriya. “You have a significant amount of purple, signaling you get a lot of attention. You have strong intuition and you are sensitive. With the amount of purple in your aura, you may have some natural psychic, empathic, or intuitive abilities. And I wasn’t exactly sure at first, but you have a bit of indigo in your aura which means you are very sensitive to other people’s well beings as you absorb their thoughts, feelings, and traumas of others. Your shade of indigo is dark and blends into your aura, but the darker the shade, the more sensitive you are.”

Midoriya nodded, understanding what Furutani was saying. Everything he’s been told is true to a degree. That was just the kind of person he was. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t hold the emotional baggage of others. People needed help and he’d do anything to help them feel okay again. He was very familiar with the feelings of loneliness.

People were gawking at Midoriya, unable to comprehend how he had so many colors. The moment Furutani mentioned Midoriya could have some abilities when it came to reading people. They wondered if that was why he still thought Bakugo was amazing. Now they would forever wonder what was going through his head.

“With that, it brings us to our last color. White. I didn’t need your aura to see this, but you have a quick mind. Although white signals you have a tendency for perfectionism and you contain nervous energy. To see it in your aura would mean you have a strong sense of connection to something larger than yourself.”

Midoriya nodded, knowing there were a couple of things that the last part could imply. He was connected to something much larger than himself. Either way, he needed something to lift him up, and hopefully, his future would do just that. People were now eager to see what Midoriya’s future held. His aura was already much more complex than theirs. From what Furutani said, Midoriya naturally stood out more to him because of how strong his aura was.

"Now, let's see that future," chuckled Furutani.

Midoriya let his mind go blank. He felt eyes on him and not once did he meet anyone's gaze. Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, he let his arms do the work. There was a pair of eyes he couldn't shake off. They burned, smoldering hot. Ruby red eyes held the observant focus of a chess player.

Bakugo shifted in his seat, leaning forward to get a good look. His eyes focused on the entirety of Midoriya. His hand was in his pocket, fumbling with the thin piece of cardstock, laminated with plastic. The colorful display of All Might was on the card tucked away in the past of his heart. Midoriya would forever be his weakness and Bakugo was really feeling it.

Furutani held out his hands, palms facing the ceiling. "Now or never. I'm sure many will be able to see your future."

Midoriya bit his lip, looking at the hands with unease. Even as his hands hovered over Furutani's, he was hesitating. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and connected his hands with Furutani's.

Everyone in the room gasped upon being transported to a blank plane. There they were taken through the shocking events that occurred in Midoriya's future.

Midoriya meets All Might and talks to him on numerous occasions

Midoriya gets a quirk from All Might

Midoriya gets into UA's hero course

Midoriya has many friends

Midoriya gets scarily strong

Midoriya gets into tons of battles (Midoriya and Uraraka against Iida and Bakugo, USJ attack, Midoriya against Shinso, Midoriya against Todoroki, Midoriya and Iida and Todoroki against Stain the hero killer, Midoriya against Muscular)

Bakugo gets kidnapped

Midoriya helps rescue Bakugo with his classmates

All Might and All for One fight

All Might retires

Midoriya is involved in a big hero mission against Overhaul and later fights Gentle and La Brava

Midoriya awakens his second quirk

Endeavor is the number-one hero and Midoriya trains under him with Todoroki and Bakugo.

A war breaks out (everyone almost dies, but many survive) and Midoriya unlocks his third quirk

Midoriya leaves UA and gets into more battles (Midoriya against Muscular, Midoriya against Overhaul and Nagant, Midoriya against class 1-A)

Bakugo apologizes

U.A. is in an uproar with his return

A second war breaks out (Bakugo dies but is brought back to life later) Midoriya is on his own for the most part during the battle after losing his shit and seeing everyone pretty much dead

The war is over and everyone is in recovery

Everything flies by super fast, but everyone can recall the majority of Midoriya's future. Suddenly everything comes to a stop with a calm moment. It gives them whiplash from the rush of horrific events they had just seen. Music reaches everyone's ears. It's soft and peaceful. The sun is out and peeking out between the branches of the trees. They swore they were going crazy when they felt the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze on their skin.

Future Izuku is smiling brightly, in the arms of Katsuki as they dance to the music. Their bodies are covered in scars that made many teens wince. The grass is fluffy and light. They are holding one another close as the music guides their bodies. Katsuki dips Izuku slightly, supporting Izuku by his waist. Izuku lets out a breathless laugh before sighing softly. Izuku's cheeks flush as he meets Katsuki halfway for a kiss. It was short and sweet, a tender kiss that held burning passion. Being pulled up to his feet, Izuku rested his head on Katsuki's chest to listen to his heartbeat. Katsuki rests his head on top of Izuku's, rocking them back and forth.

"I love you, Izuku," mumbled Katsuki, his cheeks bright red.

"I love you too, Katsuki," whispered Izuku, squeezing Katsuki ever so slightly tighter.

Just like that, everyone was kicked out of the vision. The room was silent, no one able to comprehend what they had just seen. Midoriya stood in the front, tears dripping from his eyes. Clearly, in a state of disbelief, Izuku raises a hand to his cheek. The saltwater tears stuck to his fingers as his hand moved to his heart.

Midoriya stepped backward and for a moment, his eyes locked with Bakugo. Bakugo was flushed, looking at Midoriya with wide, dumbfounded eyes. Midoriya shook his head and cleared his throat. "Excuse me."

Midoriya quickly left the classroom, closing the sliding door behind him. He reached the school stairwell when his legs gave out. Crouching on the steps, Midoriya gripped the railing till his knuckles turned white. Midoriya felt the meltdown take over as he sobbed. With a hand covering his mouth to hush his cries, Midoriya let his heart hurt.

Midoriya's belongings remained out on the surface of the now vacant desk. People stared at the door that Midoriya vanished behind. Furutani's jaw hung low. He had never experienced anything similar to what Midoriya had just put him through. Well, it wasn't like he remembered anything he had seen before, but nonetheless. A quirk that could be passed on? A war between heroes and villains? The symbol of peace retiring in less than a year?

Bakugo threw himself out of his desk and stormed over to Midoriya's. In a split second, he snatched Midoriya's bookbag and then his notebook. The sliding door slammed shut when Bakugo disappeared as well. The class remained silent, looking at one another with dazed or startled expressions.

The one student who never spoke before was the one to break the silence. She fixed her glasses and rubbed her forehead. "What the fuck?"

Bakugo went on a search for Midoriya, wanting to keep him from doing anything stupid. He found Midoriya crying on the stairwell and moved before Midoriya. Crouching to be at Midoriya's height, Bakugo shoved Midoriya's knee.

"Deku."

Midoriya yelped, falling back on his butt. Thankfully the step above caught his fall. Much to Bakugo's expectations, tears littered Midoriya's face. Sighing, he extended out Midoriya's belongings. "Figured you would be coming back."

Midoriya sniffed, embarrassed Bakugo saw him mid-breakdown. His face was probably bright red, his eyes were most likely puffy, and he had snot dripping past his chin. Midoriya rummaged through his bag to pull out some tissues and clean his face. "Thank you Kacchan."

"Shut up," grunted Bakugo, watching Midoriya try and fix himself.

Midoriya sat in silence for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. Bakugo noticed and called him out on it. "You're thinking too loud. Say what you want to say-?"

"How?" murmured Midoriya, cutting Bakugo off. Midoriya's grip on the bundle of tissues in his hand tightened. Midoriya looked up, locking his eyes with Bakugo. "How could you ever look at me in that way? How could you ever not hate me?"

Bakugo felt his breathing hitch, staring at Midoriya like an idiot. His mouth opened and closed in attempts to give a response, but words never came out. His fists clenched in his lap, knowing there was no answer he could give.

"It's the future. We won't know until it happens," sighed Bakugo, his voice unnaturally soft and calm.

Midoriya shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Bakugo's. "Part of me refuses to believe that's my future. Seems more like a sick joke to get my hopes up."

Bakugo watched Midoriya's lip tremble as that sadness mixed with anger. He couldn't tell if Midoriya's anger was directed at him, Furutani, or at himself. Part of himself couldn't believe it either. The future sounded like hell, but he never envisioned himself looking so carefree. He never would've believed that there was the possibility he'd dance and kiss Midoriya under the sun, listening to tooth-rottenly sweet music. But Bakugo had no choice but to believe it. It was the future.

"Maybe it is... but in one to two days it won't matter," reminded Bakugo, never once looking away from Midoriya.

"You're right," noted Midoriya before chuckling to himself. "You're always right, aren't you?"

Bakugo swallowed the lump in his throat, having to swallow his pride. For some reason, it didn't bug him considering he was doing this before Midoriya in private. "No, I'm not. It's clear we figure some shit out in the future. I was the one apologizing after all."

Midoriya's eyes trailed up to Bakugo and let his shoulders sag. Letting himself relax, Midoriya felt his eyes burn as tears formed again. "How are we going to do this? Sure everything works out in the end, but I don't think I can handle seeing you die."

"I'm not weak, Deku. Don't look down on me. Common, let's go," huffed Bakugo, rising to his feet and holding out a hand for Midoriya.

Midoriya looked up, his heart pounding in his chest. This was the first time the two had actually had some sort of conversation since they were still little kids. Taking Bakugo's hand, he let himself get pulled back onto his feet. Bakugo's grip never changed. It was just as secure and tight as always. Something about that made Midoriya smile.

"Where are we going?" questioned Midoriya, preferring to know where he was being dragged off to.

"Under the light of day or whatever sappy shit you'd like to hear," grumbled Bakugo, guiding them to the roof.

Midoriya smiled, feeling confident enough to mess around with Bakugo. "I'd prefer, out in the sun, something basic."

Bakugo shot a glare at Midoriya only to see a smug look on Midoriya's face. Scoffing he looked away, struggling to suppress his smile. "Well aren't you just a little shit?"

Midoriya looked up at the sky, finding no bit in Bakugo's insult. "Well, in the future I'll be your little shit, so stop complaining."

Bakugo stiffened momentarily, before giving Midoriya's hand a light squeeze. He had nothing to say to that, leaving silence to be the unspoken words. Midoriya knew what Bakugo meant in that small gesture with the silence.

~

Izuku held Katsuki tightly in the peace the end of the war brought. Katsuki held Izuku just as tight. They came out on top, even if no one walked away from the war a winner. They were surrounded by each other and their friends. They could never be more grateful for that. It didn't matter where they'd be as long as they were living life together.

It’s Really Not The Same As It Was

CW! abortion, abuse, slight smut at the end

Izuku was bullied ever since he was a child. He never understood why he was picked out of everyone. Katsuki, Izuku's supposed best friend, turned his back on him. Katsuki became Izuku’s main bully. It soon was clear why he was thrown in the trash considering Bakugo started saying it to his face a dozen times a day. Izuku was quirkless.

From elementary school all the way to their final year in junior high, Katsuki bullied Izuku. Katsuki got everyone to hate Izuku. Izuku was isolated and never given a chance to have a friend or social life. He didn’t mind it. He’d rather be alone. No one caught his attention. Everyone was boring, following the rest of the herd mindlessly.

When Izuku was in his third year of junior high, one fateful day broke him. Izuku was physically attacked, humiliated, and then suicide bated. Izuku fell into a severe depressive episode that lasted months. Izuku never really recovered from it. Inko unenrolled Izuku from Aldera Junior High, sued the school, and cut all connections with the Bakugo’s.

Izuku fell behind in his studies, causing him to fall short of the requirements to attend UA’s entry exam. Izuku was devastated and fell into an even worse mental state. Inko didn't know what to do and had Izuku get hospitalized for his own safety. Unfortunately, she made the wrong decision and he only got worse.

Izuku felt like no one wanted him around, that he was a bother. Izuku couldn't find one thing to live for other than his mother. If his mother sent him away because he was crazy, he no longer had anything to keep him alive. While he was unresponsive for a bit at the hospital, he realized he needed to fake being happy to get out. Izuku got out in no time. The doctors hated wasting resources on a quirkless person.

Izuku started up his life at a regular high school, nothing elite like the prestigious hero school U.A. High. Izuku didn’t know anyone so it was easy to live a comfortable life. He wasn’t bullied, he didn’t draw attention to himself, and had a couple of "friends". Izuku often studies with them, but their relationship was strictly only friends. It wasn’t until their school festival that Izuku met his demise.

The monster in disguise was a handsome boy. His name was Sugiyama Tomo. He was first person to ever flirt or hit on Izuku. Izuku, not knowing the first thing about relationships, fell into the trap. Izuku had no siblings to confide in. Izuku’s father died when he was a child so he had nothing to use as an example. Izuku never had a boyfriend before, let alone friends. It was easy for him to fall in love with the first person who showed interest in him.

Izuku and Tomo had a very one-sided relationship. Izuku never noticed because how was he supposed to know. Izuku was used to being yelled at and hit. It never really raised red flags for him. Izuku happily let Tomo do whatever he pleased. It didn't take long for Tomo to make sexual advances. Izuku never knew much about sex considering Inko never gave him the talk, so he allowed it to happen.

When Izuku began to have sex, Tomo had a field day when he saw Izuku was intersex. Tomo heard a myth that intersex people were infertile and never once brought up using protection. There were no contraceptives being used as they were sexually active every day. It was only a matter of time before Izuku was pregnant.

It happened so fast. Izuku didn’t know exactly when an egg was fertilized, but he soon started noticing strange occurrences. Izuku’s flat chest grew sore and tender. His nipples darkened to a brown shade, unlike the usual dark pink. Izuku mentioned it to his mother, worried something was going in with his breasts. Inko took him to the hospital, scared about what could be happening.

When Izuku was taken into the office, he explained what he had noticed. It seemed the doctor instantly noticed the symptoms and began asking somewhat specific questions. After questioning, Izuku was led to a bathroom for a urine sample. Inko and Izuku thought nothing of it. Urine samples were very common. When the doctor came back after fifteen minutes, he had news.

“I know what’s the cause of these sudden bodily changes,” revealed the adult, seeming a lot more relaxed after figuring out what was going on.

Inko and Izuku were tightly holding onto one another, preparing for the worst. “What’s going on with my child?”

“Well, according to the urine sample, Izuku here appears to be pregnant.”

Inko’s eyes widened in mortification. Izuku passed out. As much as Inko was horrified that Izuku was sexually active, she had to swallow down the invasive questions and anger. Inko couldn’t blame Izuku, she knew he had been in a bad spot and really loved the guy he was with. It was clear Izuku was maturing and would be getting sexual. Part of her role as a parent was to be a guide and an influence. She had done nothing to prepare Izuku for the risks of having sex.

That night when Izuku visited Tomo at their usual time, Izuku ended up breaking the news to Tomo. While Izuku found excitement in being pregnant, Tomo saw the end of the world. Izuku had something to live for and Tomo saw it as the end of his freedom. It didn’t take much for Tomo to manipulate and convince Izuku to abort the baby. Tomo told Izuku that they had all the time in the world and didn’t need to rush anything. They were still young and shouldn’t be held down by a baby. He didn't even try to sound understanding or sympathetic.

While Tomo said it just to avoid responsibility, Izuku was deeply wounded by those words. Izuku felt invalidated and begun crying. Izuku was worried Tomo didn’t love him enough to want to have a baby. The sad thing was Tomo saw Izuku as nothing more than a sex toy. That night, Tomo's sex toy left early sobbing. Tomo screamed at him for leaving early and being overdramatic. Izuku blocked it out, too overwhelmed by despair.

Inko was shocked Izuku wanted an abortion but decided if Izuku said he wanted an abortion, he could get an abortion. Izuku was young and the baby would be at risk due to his age. Izuku’s body would never be the same. Neither of them was financially stable to take care of a baby. Izuku still had high school to attend and he’d have to drop out to take care of the kid since Inko couldn’t afford daycare and they had no family. Izuku's entire life would be on hold if he chose to have the baby.

Izuku arrived at the hospital and sat down in the waiting area. Izuku was trembling, picking at his cuticles as his anxiety spiked. While Izuku and Inko were waiting for "Izuku" to be called out, a small group entered the hospital. The small group consisted of Katsuki, Eijiro, Ochako, and Aizawa. They had just wrapped up a villain attack and heading to the hospital was a shorter trip than going back to U.A. for healing. The four also had civilians they also wanted to check on.

Katsuki noticed Izuku and Inko and his body froze against his will. The three with him noticed his strange pause and looked at where he was looking. Ochako and Eijiro teased Katsuki, thinking he was in love. Aizawa, on the other hand, saw the panicked look on Katsuki’s face and knew it was something else entirely.

Inko was looking at Izuku with a worried expression, concerned about what was going through her precious child’s head. Izuku never once looked at her, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Katsuki watched, wondering what was going on.

“Midoriya Izuku?”

Izuku got up and Inko watched him leave. Izuku walked straight toward the doctor at the door and Inko watched him disappear. She’d be called back once the operation was finished. All she could do was hang her head in her own shame.

Katsuki and Aizawa had no injuries so neither had to go back. The estimated wait was fifteen minutes for Ochako and Eijiro to get taken back. Ochako took thirty minutes and Eijiro also took thirty minutes, they were taken back separately so in total Aizawa and Katsuki were sitting there for an hour and a half. Inko was called back at the thirty-minute mark.

Eijiro was still gone by the time Izuku returned with Inko. Izuku’s face was a wet mess. His eyes were puffy from crying. His nose was red from repeatedly wiping his runny nose. Inko squeezed Izuku’s hand and whispered to him.

“How do you feel?”

Midoriya couldn’t hold back the silent tears as he quickly glanced at his mother before looking away again. “Better.”

Katsuki couldn’t do it anymore, he rose to his feet and made his way over.

“Aunty. Izuku,” called out Katsuki.

The two snapped their heads over, not noticing the voice at first. Izuku looked over and was met with a worried Katsuki.

“Kacchan?”

Inko scowled, still hostile when it came to the boy who tormented her son.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” questioned Katsuki, clearly distressed for Izuku’s wellbeing.

Izuku looked at his feet, unable to face Katsuki. “That’s… private.”

Katsuki nodded, backing off. “Alright… uh—shit. You’re okay though right? You’re not dying are you?”

Izuku shook his head, finally finding some confidence to look Katsuki in the eyes. “Of course I’m okay. Since when have you cared if I’m okay or not?”

Katsuki’s cheeks heated up at the direct reference to his bullying. Pushing past the guilt that hit him, he had a more important goal to achieve. “Fuck, Izuku. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you deserve to have it said to you.”

Katsuki dropped to his knees and bowed at Izuku’s feet. “I’m so sorry Izuku. I am sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I was a horrible person and I treated you horribly. I don’t deserve to be a hero, but every single day you are the reason why I try to be better. I want to be a hero worthy of your forgiveness.”

Izuku felt his eyes widen. His cheeks heated up at the dramatic apology in the middle of a hospital waiting room. “Kacchan.”

Katsuki looked up and took Izuku’s hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t feel obligated to just because we have a crowd. The world deserves to know what kind of person I had been. I have to work to earn your trust and kindness again. And if you never want to see again, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll get out of your sight.”

“You idiot,” cried Izuku, too much happening all at once.

Katsuki ended up having to help escort Izuku home after making him faint. Inko softened up, seeing the sincerity in Katsuki’s words. She’d tolerate Katsuki until Izuku gave her a sign if he wanted Katsuki around or not.

Izuku unblocked Katsuki and promised to catch up with him soon. Katsuki and Izuku often hung out, feeling their natural bond come back together. Katsuki even managed to get Nezu interested in Izuku by accident. Nezu was one to snoop and caught Katsuki on the phone with someone dishing out incredible hero analysis.

Nezu brought Katsuki into his office and obtained the information of Izuku Midoriya. Two weeks later Izuku transferred to U.A. as Nezu’s personal student. Izuku was moved into Heights Alliance shortly after considering U.A. was a boarding school after an incident during Katsuki’s first year.

Izuku was allowed to pick which building he wanted to stay in and chose 2-A, the building Katsuki was staying in. Katsuki was ecstatic the moment he saw Izuku walk in his bags. Izuku was soon adopted into the class 2-A family. Izuku took a liking Uraraka, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki, Momo, and Tokoyami. Of course, Izuku got along well with Katsuki’s friends but he had a group of his own.

Since moving into the dorms, it didn’t take long for people to find out about Izuku's abusive relationship. Izuku would leave at least four times a week and be gone for hours. He had permission from Nezu to leave so no one questioned it for the most part. The thing that did catch their attention was that Izuku always came back a wreck and seemed beyond lifeless. Sometimes at night Izuku’s neighbors, Aoyama and Mineta, along with the person above him, Kaminari, could hear screaming over the phone in his room.

Katsuki, Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jiro, and Momo overheard Kaminari talking to Izuku. They had been in the middle of a gaming competition. Izuku came down to grab some water when Kaminari suddenly got up to talk to him in the kitchen. While the game was on pause, they could hear the two from where they were sitting.

Kaminari addressed what he had been hearing and how he was worried. Izuku laughed it off saying his boyfriend was upset Izuku couldn’t make it the night before. Kaminari mentioned how he’s heard it multiple times and Izuku admitted it was an often occurrence. Kaminari was growing increasingly worried, confused about why Midoriya wouldn’t stand up for himself. Staying in U.A. dorms was for his safety and his boyfriend should respect that. Izuku could only respond and say how they used to spend almost all day, every day together so he wasn’t handling it well.

The group never asked about it, knowing it wasn’t their business. It was about two weeks later, Kaminari was hosting a mini party in his room. Katsuki, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were all sitting around and talking about how they just found out Aizawa and Hizashi were married. Their light conversation was interrupted by muffled yelling. It was clear it was coming from Izuku’s room.

They couldn’t make out everything, but they heard enough to know Izuku’s boyfriend was, at the least, verbally abusive. It didn’t take a smart person to figure that out. Katsuki knew he had a big enough influence on Izuku that he’d be able to get through to him.

When Katsuki walked into Izuku’s room five minutes into listening to the Tomo screaming, he took the phone from Izuku’s hand. “Hey! Go bitch to some other fucking extra!”

Izuku looked mortified that Katsuki had not only entered his room unannounced, but he had heard everything. Not only did Katsuki hear everything, but he just yelled at Tomo. Katsuki then did something even worse and hung up on Tomo. To Izuku, it was a blessing in disguise. Katsuki sat the phone down and glared at Izuku.

“Dump that asshole. He clearly doesn’t love you. No one should ever fucking talk to you like that,” hissed Katsuki, his piercing gaze burning Izuku.

What Katsuki didn’t expect was for Izuku to explain everything. The day Katsuki reunited with Izuku was the most painful day of his life.

“Wait… you were what? Pregnant? How the hell?”

“I’m intersex. I have female and male reproductive genitalia. I identify as male and prefer if people only ever knew me as biological male,” explained Izuku, shooting Katsuki a scary look to show he was serious.

Katsuki raised his hands in defense. “Chill out nerd. It’s not my place to say anything anyways. Well, that explains the pregnant part. Now… what you’re telling me is he pressured you into an abortion?”

Izuku nodded, feeling idiotic now that it was being said out loud by Katsuki. Even if he was pressured into it, getting the abortion was for the best. Izuku was so miserable that he couldn’t see how badly it would’ve been if he kept the child. The main reason being his mental state. Izuku was no where near stable enough to care for a child.

“Yes. He did. But I wouldn’t be where I was if I kept the child. I would be miserable right now. I would have believed I made the right choice, but I wouldn’t be happy. Besides... Tomo would’ve left me,” admitted Izuku, meeting Katsuki’s gaze.

“Well fuck that guy anyways. You don’t need trash like him. You have family now and people who actually care about your thoughts and feelings,” remarked Katsuki, leaning back in Izuku’s chair.

Izuku's expression fell into something of a weak and discouraged frown. “I’ll leave him. I’m tired of the yelling.”

Katsuki nodded, getting off the chair to jump onto Izuku. Izuku screeched as Katsuki's body slammed him into the bed. Izuku fell into a fit of laughter because of the gremlin glint in Katsuki’s eyes as he jumped. Katsuki laid on top of Izuku, crushing him. Izuku didn’t mind it, finding the weight comforting.

“Can you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone,” asked Izuku, despite expecting rejection.

“I was going to do that anyways. It’s my bedtime,” grunted Katsuki, tugging the sheets over them.

Izuku and Katsuki’s phones lay on the floor as their sleepy cuddle pile took up all the space on the bed. Izuku melted like butter with Katsuki’s natural body heat. Katsuki subconsciously intertwined their limbs, hugging Izuku close. Katsuki never felt more comfortable in his life. The sweet, earthy scent of Izuku’s hair and the softness of his skin.

The following day, Izuku announced to the class he was going to be back soon and that he was dumping his boyfriend. Izuku came back disheveled and bloody knuckles. Everyone scrambled over to make sure he was okay. All Izuku could do was raise his fists with a smile.

“He tried to kiss me so I broke his teeth.”

No one had any complaints with that. Momo created some items to treat Izuku’s wounds. Everyone huddled around, beyond proud of his improved confidence. It took a lot of strength to break things off with the person who’s been psychologically and physically abusing you for the past year and a half. Izuku knew he needed to defend himself and that was exactly what he did.

Izuku obtained his hero license the following year with the rest of the third years. While he was the same kind of hero as Nezu, Izuku was invited by Katsuki to make an agency with him. Two more years passed and Katsuki asked out Izuku. By then, Izuku was flourishing and living his best life. For the decade of pain, the infinite future of good to come made it very much worth it.

Izuku went from no friends to a handful of amazing friends. He let his abusive boyfriend go with a strong punch to the face to gain a perfect boyfriend who treated him like a prince. He went from a nobody in the middle of nowhere to a popular hero.

Izuku entered his home, pulling off his shoes at the door. The smell of strong spices filled the house. Katsuki came over, wiping off his hands with a towel.

“You’re late.”

Izuku’s lip wobbled at the sight of Katsuki. Tears pooled up in his eyes and spilled out, onto his cheeks. Katsuki knew in a second that Izuku had a rough day. Katsuki pulled Izuku into his arms without hesitation. Izuku cried, soaking up the comfort of his boyfriend.

“Is it the mission you’ve been working on?” softly asked Katsuki.

Izuku nodded, hiding his face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “Mhmm.”

“Common. I’ve finished dinner,” huffed Katsuki, gently sliding his hand down Izuku’s palm to intertwine their fingers.

They ate in comfortable silence. Izuku never let go of Katsuki’s hand, using his left hand to eat instead. Katsuki never complained, letting Izuku hold his hand as much as he wanted.

When they wrapped up eating, they cleaned up together. There weren’t any words that needed to be said. Katsuki guided Izuku to the bathroom and started a warm bath. Katsuki massaged shampoo into Izuku’s hair and rubbed out the ache in Izuku’s upper and lower back.

Izuku needed more of Katsuki, making a move to begin kissing him. Katsuki reciprocated the kiss, feeling himself recharge as well. They spent a passionate night together. Relishing in the feeling of being connected, making love with all the passion their bodies possessed. Izuku never took his eyes off of Katsuki. Katsuki never took his eyes off of Izuku.

Katsuki laid on Izuku, pressing him into the bed with his heavy body. Izuku loved the feeling, kissing Katsuki’s jaw.

“I’m so grateful for you, Izuku.”

“Me too. I’m really happy you found me.”

“God I love you. So beautiful. So perfect. So sexy. So powerful.”

Izuku fell into a fit of laughter, drowned in kisses. “Kacchan! I love you too! Haha—stop! Kacchan!”

Izuku never felt more loved in his life, his heart full of the love Katsuki showered him in. Izuku woke up the next morning, caressing the sun-kissed skin of Katsuki. Izuku brushed a thumb over Katsuki’s eyelashes and the scars that decorated his skin.

You’re the last person I thought I would end up with, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You’re the only one who sees me.

I’m Good At Being Fake

Midoriya was given an undercover mission. Midoriya disappeared one week in, somewhere in the mess. Todoroki and Bakugo were sent in to try and find Midoriya. While it was clear sending them in was a bad idea, the hero commission pushed it anyways.

Bakugo didn’t want to go simply because it was Midoriya’s mission and if he was undercover of course he’d cut contact. Todoroki on the other hand didn’t want to go in case this messed up the mission on Midoriya’s side. If they made one wrong move, it could be the death of Midoriya.

It’s takes them a week to find Midoriya. It was exceptionally hard because of his disguise as a white-haired woman in her late twenties. Midoriya had a quirk physically change his body composition as well. His scars, freckles, and other notable feature’s were changed. The most important part was Midoriya was given a female reproductive system, breasts and all. While the goal was to slim down the body to hide muscle, Midoriya retained all the strength he currently possessed. Midoriya was a walking grim reaper in disguise.

They managed to infiltrate the building they tracked Midoriya down to. Their goal was to locate him and report his progress back to the hero commission. When they got into the security systems, they spotted Midoriya on the screen.

Midoriya sat stone-faced in his desk chair, no ounce of kindness present in his features. Todoroki and Bakugo shivered at the sight. Sitting in a chair before the desk was an attractive man around Midoriya’s scripted age. The man was a stepping stone for Midoriya, a gateway to the main target.

It seemed as if they missed a chunk of the conversation, but they managed to come in at a good time.

“How about you just tell me what you want?” grunted the man, leaning back in his seat.

Midoriya’s posture remained steady. His legs crossed and his hands were clasped, resting on his knee. His expression did not falter as he said what he wanted. “Fifty-fifty.”

Bakugo and Todoroki were momentarily taken aback by the clear change in voice. It was oddly fitting. Not to high, not too low. It was strong, but the tone of his voice was bored.

The man chuckled, rubbing his eyes. Midoriya didn’t like that reaction, his eyes darkening as he glared at the man. “As I am assuming you’re buying the shitty stuff… with your typical drug dealer markup. The margin of your profits should be about five times as much as I make drugging people under the pretense I’m a slutty prostitute.”

Todoroki paused, his gaze snapping to Bakugo’s. Neither were filled in on what Midoriya’s backstory was to his fake persona. They did not know Midoriya was a “prostitute” and “drugging people” to make money. In a way, neither could believe Midoriya was capable of playing such a difficult role. Midoriya never once seemed like the type of person to take up a gig such as the one he was currently participating in.

“If it’s not… something’s wrong. I’d be more than happy to offer my services to fix it,” offered Midoriya. His tone was strict and demanding. His gaze was sharp and piercing and he knew how to use his tongue to his advantage.

The man smirked slightly, staring at Midoriya. Todoroki and Bakugo weren’t blind, they could see the fool undressing Midoriya with his eyes. Midoriya didn’t flash an eye, not giving any attention to the mans advances. Midoriya had a goal and no drug-lord was getting into his pants.

“You know… Ruma. You look good behind that desk,” complimented the man, revealing Midoriya’s fake name.

Midoriya gaze remained the same, not feeding into his fantasies by showing interest. “Thank you.”

Giving Midoriya a look up and down, the man smirked slightly as he spoke. “Damn… you’d look so much better on top of it.”

Bakugo and Todoroki’s breaths hitched. This fucker was horny and wanted to fuck Midoriya on that desk at that very moment. There was no denying he had intentions of screwing around with Midoriya. In a way, Todoroki and Bakugo couldn’t blame him. They’d never pass up a chance to fuck their crush.

Midoriya’s eyes were like a predator’s, remaining focused on it’s prey. “We have a deal?”

The man bit his lip slowly as he looked at Midoriya and then back to the top of the desk. He subtly nodded, seeming too eager to get laid.

“Yeah. Yeah. We are good… precious,” flirted the man, his voice deep and husky.

As much as Midoriya wanted to ignore it, the seduction was working a bit. There was something so arousing about knowing someone wanted to wreck him like a beast. Despite the urge to gain friction between his legs, Midoriya knew he needed to continue playing hard to get. If he gave himself up to this man, the chase would be over and Midoriya would find himself in cold water.

Midoriya’s poker face worked like a charm. The man looked increasingly more aroused with every time his advances got rejected. Getting up from the seat, Midoriya smiled softly.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” finalized Midoriya, ending the conversation swiftly. Midoriya fixed the skirt of his dress before readjusting his hold on his purse.

Todoroki’s eyes slowly opened and closed, staring at Midoriya with an expressionless face. Bakugo’s eyes widened, giving Midoriya a double take. His hand reached up to cover his mouth as he continued to look Midoriya up and down.

Midoriya was in a skin-tight black dress. It was a square-neck with spaghetti-straps. The side of the dress had a slit going all the up to Midoriya’s hip. Once Midoriya stepped towards the door, his bright red stilettos were as clear as day.

Todoroki and Bakugo didn’t have much to report back to the hero commission after they stealthily escaped. All they could say was that Midoriya was alive and nailing his undercover roll. Midoriya even got them feeling intimidated and excited simultaneously. Midoriya would be back in no time.

New Friend Now Enemy

Secretly • Vengeful • Deku

Midoriya was sitting on couch, wrapped up in a blanket as he read his online All Might comic. This was his usual routine as he waited for his mom to return home. Suddenly there was the knock on the door. Midoriya jumped up, assuming his mother got groceries on her way home and needed him to open the door.

Without bothering to look through the peephole, Midoriya threw open the door with a wide smile. “You’re back! Need me to help with-?”

Upon opening his eyes, he was met with a kind looking man standing beside what appeared to be his teenage son. Midoriya turned bright red, visibly embarrassed as he bowed.

“I apologize! What may I help you two with?”

The father brightly smiled as he introduced himself. “Don’t worry about it kid. We are your new neighbours. We moved into the apartment next door.”

“Oh! It is lovely meeting you! My name is Izuku Midoriya, I apologize but my mother is currently at work!”

The father smiled, happy with such a kind boy as his neighbour. “It’s alright! The names Takada, Takada Shirogane. This is my son Takada Ray.”

“Would you like to come in? I can get you water, tea, coffee, whatever you like. I can only imagine how tired you are from the whole moving process,” asked Midoriya kindly.

One thing led to another and the Midoriya’s and the Takada family became friends. They tended to have meals together and both of the single parents got along and their only children got along as well.

Takada and Midoriya soon became best friends despite their quirk status and the two were quick to generate a plan. Takada somehow became friends with Bakugo. Just like that, Midoriya and Takada slowly ruined Bakugo’s life piece by piece. They were happy; But all good things come to an end.

Midoriya was walking home with Takada, they casually talked like usual and joked about how stupid the bullies were. Midoriya suddenly got a call from Inko.

“Sorry Ray! My mom needs me for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow,” apologized Midoriya.

Takada seemed unnaturally relieved, looking at Midoriya with a smile. “Alright! See you tomorrow Izuku!”

Within fifteen minutes, Midoriya had gotten ready and left. One hour later, guests arrived at Takada’s hourse. Four hours later, Midoriya comes back home alongside someone interning at Inko’s work. The two were exhausted. Midoriya is met with the awful stench of alcohol, cigarettes, and the commotion inside Takada’s apartment.

The guy looked at Midoriya confused. “Are your neighbour’s hosting a party?”

“Yes, Ryu. They are,” hissed Midoriya angrily.

Ryu looked at Midoriya worriedly. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

Midoriya wiped the tears of anger off his face. “What’s wrong is that my supposed friend is a backstabbing piece of shit.”

“Oh. Yeah no. No. You’re confronting this asshole. Do it in front of everybody. I’ll be with you,” reassured Ryu confidently.

Midoriya, feeling empowered by his newly made friends presence, stormed up to the door. Pounding on the door, Midoriya quickly crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

The door swung open to reveal a laughing Takada. “Hey, you got the drinks?”

“Are you drunk?” asked Midoriya disbelievingly.

Takada finally took the time to notice who was before him. As if all the alcohol he had drank suddenly disappeared, Takada’s face droped.

“Deku— Izuku— I... it’s not what it looks like,” backtracked Takada immediately, or tried to.

The party inside immediately stopped. The moment Deku’s name reached their ears, all attention was on the scene at the door.

“Oh god,” sighed Takada absentmindedly.

Midoriya smiled, the anger apparent in his eyes. “You dirty little liar.”

“I’m sorry! I can explain!” Takada urgently started.

“Oh, explain how you didn’t tell me you were having a party?” retorted Midoriya sassily.

Ryu nodded, backing up Midoriya. “You tell him Izuku!”

Takada, seeming to forget the entire group in his home behind him, tried explaining himself. “You know I couldn’t invite you! I had to pretend to hate you!”

Midoriya laughed, tears slowly forming in his eyes. “I didn’t say invite me! I said you never even told me! Pfff— buddy. You’re not pretending anymore. You’re two faced. A cold, and heartless, two faced bitch.”

Ryu noticed all the people inside watching in surprise. Ryu scoffed, turning his attention back to Midoriya.

Midoriya narrowed his eyes, deciding on mocking Takada. “Are you having an awesome time? Are you drinking awesome shooters and listening to awesome music, and sitting around and soaking up each others awesomeness?”

“You know what? You’re the one who made me like this! Just so you could use me for your childhood revenge,” argued Takada, drunk and panicking, desperate to defend himself.

Midoriya, amazed with Takada’s bullshit, raised his voice. “God! See, at least me and Bakugo know we’re mean. You try to act like you’re so innocent like— oh I used to live in America with all the money and the lavish lifestyle!”

Takada snapped, yelling at Midoriya. “You know it’s not my fault a useless, quirkless, shit like you is in love with me or something!”

There were multiple gasps heard from inside Takada’s apartment. Midoriya shouted in anger, royally pissed off.

“What?”

Ryu looked ready to murder, his eye twitching. “Oh no he did not!”

Midoriya stormed over to Takada and sent a hard punch into his nose. “Fuck you!”

Takada flew back from the force. He knew his nose was definitely broken. Midoriya wiped off his hand in disgust.

“See! That’s the thing with you bullies! You act like you’re the best but everyone fucking hates you! Like, Bakugo’s right hand. He dumped his girlfriend and guess what! He still doesn’t want you! So why are you still messing with them Takada?”

Looking at Midoriya in horror, Takada shook his head lost and mortified. Midoriya snapped, shouting out the thing dying to come out.

“I’ll tell you why! Because you are a bad person! You’re a bitch!”

The rest of the party all felt themselves gasp, genuinely surprised to see Midoriya so angry. Ryu still was glaring at Takada, beyond pissed with the performance the asshole made.

“I can’t believe I actually thought I had finally made a friend for the first time in my life,” breathed out Midoriya in defeat.

Takada looked up at Midoriya in horror. The weight of what just happened finally hit him. “Shit... shit, shit, shit. Izuku! Wait!”

Ryu suddenly stepped between the two, his glare harsh as he pushed Takada into the apartment and stepped in himself.

“Everyone in here! And I mean everyone. Fuck you. Izuku is the most hardworking and incredible person I’ve ever met! Not once had he needed a quirk to prove he was worth my time. You all are just assholes. Good luck having a future with the mindset you have you quirkist fucks.”

Walking over to Midoriya, Ryu gently ruffled his hair. “Let’s go. You’ll be staying the night at mine tonight. I don’t want you home alone right now.”

Midoriya nodded, wiping his snot and tears with his shirt sleeve. “Okay.”

Grabbing his things, Midoriya left his house to see Bakugo had been waiting for him, along with the two other bullies.

“Hey! Deku! The hell was that all about?” shouted Bakugo.

Midoriya turned around, wearing a wide smile. “Oh, so everything that’s suddenly been happening to you. I’m the cause of it.”

Bakugo felt his frown turn into a taunting smile. “What?”

Midoriya walked right up to Bakugo, wearing a matching smirk. “Katsuki, my love. There’s a new sherif in town.”

Suddenly planting a passionate kiss on Katsuki’s lips, Midoriya felt everyone watch him in fear. Midoriya walked away with a bored expression, heading over to Ryu who wore a shit-eating grin.

“Shit Izuku, you’re hella dope. Inko wasn’t joking when she said she raised a wild one,” commented Ryu casually.

Midoriya looked up at Ryu with innocent eyes. “Of course she did. I learned everything from her. Why do you think I hate almost every guy I meet?”

“I just thought you were always hungry.”

“Yeah... about that... no.”

“Right. Um, ready to go?”

“Oh. Yeah, I am.”

“Okay, let’s go then. I guess.”

“Mhmm.”

Midoriya awkwardly left with Ryu, leaving the now conflicted party behind. Takada was busy trying to figure out how to kick everyone out. The bullies were all staring with dropped jaws. Bakugo felt his face burn as the taste of Midoriya’s strawberry chapstick taunted him.

“Fucking Deku.”

Thought of the Day:

Bakugou x Kaminari x Midoriya

double the Kacchan

he can’t escape

his only refuge is in Kirishima’s dorm

uses the excuse that he “has to tutor this rock for brains idiot”

Denki figured it out

Nowhere is safe

He can never escape the Kacchan

Here’s my bakudeku charm!!! I wanted to show a little behind the scenes of making them!!

Link to my shop!

Any support is so incredibly and deeply appreciated. A reblog, a like, even a view, means more than you could ever know, thank you!

Medical cone doodles. (I’m more active on my TikTok and insta)

30 Days Drawing Challenge OTP

Day 17 : First Kiss.

I think I fall in love with small Katsuki. So pure… too much cuteness i think my tooth start to ache.

Will… Katsuki remember his promise? Oh… only him and me who know it. Ahahaha #slapped

Almost forgot, read from right to left. I’m so used to japanasse manga that i forgot that normal comic (in my country) read from left to right

I saw that you like Female Izuku! I know I should probably ask this on your BNHA blog, but I was scrolling through your main blog and I hope you don't mind me asking here. I would really like to ask you to share some headcanons you have for Female Midoriya! How she's different from male Midoriya, maybe how yo uthink she'd look, something like that? I don't want to bother you, I hope I'm not (ships included would be a dream come true!)

You’re perfectly fine, I don’t mind nonny, especially since I’m responding so late! I do adore female Midoriya Izuku. I actually prefer the genderbend (Not that I don’t love Izuku, he’s my favorite character, and the story wouldn’t be the same without him- which is obvious).  

Headcanons? I’m surprised anyone would even ask me my personal opinion in general, so thank you! I got quite a few, especially since I’m writing a female Midoriya fic (Shameless insertion of my fic, let me live!) Though these could actually count as male Izuku headcanons too, tbh.

I’m going to put a cut here since I got carried away and wrote an entire fucking essay.

- I actually don’t name her Izuka, Izumi, or Iza, but her name is Isabelle. It has to do with my headcanon that her parents actually are English speakers first and Isabelle’s mother took Isabelle to Japan later on. Midoriya is actually her mother’s last name. 

- Isabelle’s father is actually a huge villain down in America, and he does more than just breathe fire, he can temper any fire around him, eat it, and even stand in it. They (hero’s and government alike) call him the Dragon of the West. He not only has a large following but does extreme damage all on his own. 

- That’s why she and her mother are in Japan. They’re actually in hiding. Not that Isabelle know’s that. She just thinks he’s out there somewhere for work. 

- Whenever she asks about her dad her mom shies away and makes up some excuse. Once, at a very young age, she tried sending him a letter. When she didn’t get a response she didn’t go to her mom because she thought she’d get in trouble. So she went to Bakugou of people. He was surprisingly comforting. 

Continua a leggere

Drawings I did for one of my books, The Universe's Eyes.

I just want to thank everyone who reads it, it's now in the waiting list for the Watty Awards 2019!

We'll see who win! Anyways thank you all!

Wolf’s Trust

Izuku was abandoned in the middle of the woods, she would have died alone if it wasn't for the rescue of a great wolf. It was larger than most wolves making it more feared than anyone that saw it. But Izuku being so young wasn't afraid of it. The wolf would take care of her and she would take care of it. She called it Kacchan

One day while the two were walking they came upon a small town. Like always when they found one Izuku would go into the town for some supplies. But this day something was different, in the town a prince (Monoma) was doing some rounds when he saw Izuku. He found her very attractive and wishes to take her back to the castle. She refuses, to which Monoma uses his guards to try and take her. Due to this, she cries out that they're hurting her and Kacchan hears her. He took off running and found her quickly and knocked the guards away from her. He stood beside her and wrapped his tails around her in order to protect her. Monoma starts to bad mouth the creature causing Kacchan to pounce on him. Izuku had to calm him down and they left. Izuku and Kacchan had to move as quickly as possible from the village before they were found again.

One day late at night Izuku and Kacchan are ambushed. Izuku was knocked out when someone put a cloth over her mouth and nose while another person held her arms back. Kacchan saw this happen and became more hostile before one of the men said "fight anymore and we'll kill her", this caused Kacchan to stop fighting back in favour of keeping her alive. Kacchan was knocked out with a similar substance as Izuku and they were both restrained. When Izuku woke up she was in a comfortable bed, wearing new clothes and her hands were tied. It wasn't long until a maid came in with food and tea then left. Izuku was confused and ignored the food until hunger got the better of her. While this was happening Kacchan awoke in a cage with a muzzle on. Monoma approached him and Kacchan tried to growl but the muzzle stopped him. Monoma mocked how loyal of a pet he was but didn't know that Kacchan was more than that. About half an hour after Izuku had eaten she started feeling tired and weak, which is when Monoma walked in. He then sat beside her and started to touch her. She tried to get away from his action but she was too weak and fell to her knees. Monoma was satisfied with her state and pulled her up to hold her. He stated "your perfect for my plan" and then pushed her on the bed and got on top of her. She was so scared but she was too weak to fight back. She was close to screaming for help but Monoma told her "you scream and that mutt of yours dies". After Monoma had finished his business with her he left her in a puddle of her own tires and locked the door. He didn't have the intention of having her as his bride just as a toy.

One night Kacchan was visited in his cage by a sorcerer called Uraraka. She told him she was told to come here in order to fulfil the deal. He agreed and she turned him back to his human form. He walked into the castle and could smell Monoma, which annoyed him. He followed Monoma to a room, he stepped in and heard him say "are you ready my pet". This made Kacchan angry that before Monoma could even start he had grabbed him by the throat and already had him on the ground. Monoma was scared for his life and even more so when Kacchan said: "let us go and never come near her again". Monoma was only looking for his own self-interest and let the two go. Kacchan was carrying Izuku in his arms and brought her to a cave. The next morning Izuku woke to find a stranger hugging her, she was confused and scared until she thought she recognized him. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. He introduced himself as Katsuki Bakugou, a man cursed to be a monster until he cared for someone other than himself. She felt nothing different towards him and still felt love for him.

NEW HORIKOSHI SKETCH FOR KATSUKI BAKUGO RISING

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Old Decchan sketches from Noguchi-San

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映画デっちゃん

“Movie Decchan”

寝るデっちゃん

“ Sleeping Decchan ”

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“Rain Decchan”

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Found an old “Decchan” drawing from Noguchi-San

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