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I made this like a while back but forgot to post
I had a corporate meeting where we draw and now my manager is aware of bkdk. I know this is not for everyone, but I am very happy with it!!
my men in some traditional clothes (Ukrainian and Polish accordingly)
I believe the female version of this Katsuki will have her goods out all the time. Izuku just has to deal with it.
(In actuallity her people have freedom to choose how to present themselves and she usually wears armour or bandages since she is ready to fight at any moment. Not out of shame, out of safety. She just likes picking on Deku since her reactions are funny as hell. And maybe being vulnerable and open like this is a part of a courting process. Maybe Mina and Kirishima know this. Maybe they assume Izuku knows this as well. She really doesn't)
Happy Holidays!!!
(Yes, a bit late...)
The heroes are relaxing, don't disturb them
Holy bloody shit. After two months, the story outline is officially done. (100 pages of pure, torturing notes)
Please tell me I'm not the only one who needs this many details before writing?
Smoke. It carves the air, swirling through the sparks of floating embers. Katsuki Bakugou watches from his back, blinking slowly. Beautiful, he would typically think of the stars. He is disappointed—the stars are not out. Smoke has covered the entire sky.
His body trembles. Fingertips dig into the wet earth beneath him, sticky with mud and red. A fire crackles nearby, its heat licking his torn uniform, his exposed skin. His chest shudders violently, air slipping in shallow, painful gasps. Each inhale needles his lungs, drags fresh flames through his ribcage. He bites down on a cry as his nails scrape against the ground. His abdomen pulses sharply. Warmth pools beneath him.
Move. Some instinct screams at him. Stand up.
Katsuki’s teeth clench, grinding against the primal urge to stay down. He forces himself to his elbows. A low groan escapes his throat as he rises to his knees, his hand clamping over the gaping wound in his waist. Something inside shifts—grinds—but he doesn’t stop. The pain folds in on itself as he stands, staggering. His vision tunnels. The world tilts.
Above the smoke, a flash of green.
Izuku Midoriya—idiot, masochistic Deku—flies through the carnage, through the invisible stars and inferno, his body barely holding together. Katsuki can’t tear his eyes away. He is not stupid. He does not need to ask Izuku to know that these are the last few embers of One for All. He has witnessed it draining from him during lessons, in the longer breaks between sparring, the way Izuku’s body trembles as if holding much more than Katsuki’s weight on the training mat.
His fingers twitch, desperate for the explosions that would carry him up, push the other aside, and fight where he belongs at the front of danger. Save your quirk Deku, he’d spit. I got this. But his palms only spark faintly, skin cold, clammy. Useless.
The enemy lunges—massive, grotesque, a twisted nightmare of claws and sinew. Instead of targeting Izuku, its massive eyes land on Katsuki below.
Angry.
“You should be dead, boy,” the Nomu—the last one hidden after All for One’s downfall—shrieks from the air. Its wings pin against its body as it shoots through the smoke.
It is too fast, Katsuki too slow.
Another green flash, this time directly in front of Katsuki.
He tries to yell a warning, but his voice breaks, ragged and weak.
Izuku doesn’t dodge.
The Nomu’s claws tear straight into Izuku’s chest. There is a sickening snap as the talons break through bone and muscle, flesh and fabric. Numb, Katsuki watches from behind. The monster roars, flaps its wings, and brings Izuku skyward. Five feet, ten, twenty. Rain begins to fall, red and thick, over Katsuki. He blinks up, and the rain splatters over his cheeks.
Not water. Not rain, his brain provides unhelpfully.
The claws release.
Izuku falls. The impact of his landing reverberates through the ground, shivers up Katsuki’s battered legs.
The Nomu howls laughter.
Katsuki stumbles forward.
“Stand up, idiot!”
His boots catch in the mud, his legs screaming. He watches the quiet, bleeding body on the battlefield, waits for green eyes to open with some stupid smirk beneath freckles leading the way to his next attack. It is such a common phenomenon, one that is so expected that Katsuki does not hesitate turning his back, eyes following the creature as it continues to laugh and circle from above. He waits for Izuku to grab his shoulder. He waits for whispering, a plan mumbled directly into his ear.
“It’s coming back,” he warns, posing as he would back-to-back with his partner.
It does not quite register that Izuku isn’t moving.
The rumbling, inhumane laughter stops briefly. Yellow eyes catch Katsuki again. “My my, I would have thought you’d at least mourn the death of a partner. You’re not much different from an emotionless Nomu, are you?”
Katsuki’s eyebrow twitches. “The fuck are you saying? No one is dead except you!”
The Nomu’s beak gapes, seemingly to smile with its sharp teeth. “Denial, I see. Trust me boy, your friend is not getting up.”
Katsuki’s brain cannot fathom what the monster is saying, so he does not try to. “Watch my back, Deku! I’m going in!”
The first explosion is weaker than he’d like, but it brings him high enough to collide with All for One’s last creation. He releases another blow directly at its face, yelling. The monster spews a surprised yawp and falls back. Katsuki waits for the follow-up attack, green lightning striking for a quick finish. But…it never comes.
Katsuki falls through the air, confused.
Where is Izuku?
When he lands on his feet, his ankles give out. He curses from the ground, glaring at the sky. Waiting. Where is the lightning? Where is their victory?
He makes the mistake of looking down.
Izuku’s body remains motionless several feet away, covered in dirt.
“Deku,” he calls out. “Do you copy?”
There is no response. He must have fallen asleep, the bastard.
Something irks inside Katsuki—an anger that is reserved for Izuku and his ass-making decisions. How could he fall unconscious in the middle of battle?
“Deku, get up you idiot.”
Still, quiet.
Creeping apprehension cuts deep through Katsuki’s brain.
“Oi, what are you doing? The villain is coming back!”
Denial denial denial.
He tries to stand, but collapses pathetically to his knees. He begins to crawl.
An obstacle, an impossibility that he cannot compute within his mind, seems to block his rational thoughts. He draws closer, closer to the sleeping boy.
But Izuku’s eyes are open.
Strange.
Izuku isn’t supposed to look like this.
Read the rest on Ao3, "The Last" (I'm too lazy to reformat all of it on Tumblr)
I made it back to Thailand today! More fics to *finally* come now that I'm free of family duties ((:
Here's a short snippet from another WIP (post-war, canonical):
Katsuki is wrapping his bruised knuckles when his cell phone chimes. He yanks on the cloth bandage with his teeth, tying the knot on his left hand, while he uses his elbow to tap the screen lying face-up on his glass coffee table. The phone blinks. Ochako’s voice cuts across his living room quietly.
“Bakugou?”
“Here,” he says, mouth full of cotton. “Make it quick. I have patrol in ten minutes.”
He finishes tying the bandage and moves on to his right hand.
“Yeah, sorry. I know you’re busy—I didn’t know who else to call. There’s an issue at one of my schools regarding a gang in your precinct.”
Katsuki lifts an eyebrow, though she can’t see it. His mouth is clear of any cloth when he answers, “You gotta be more specific. What’s going on?”
Katsuki is impressed—proud, even—of Ochako’s work in quirk counseling. He knows there must be some deeper meaning behind each of her overnight shifts, the reason she invests so much into each child born with an unpredictable quirk, but he is not close enough to ask her outright. But he is not stupid. He hears the whispers. He sees the crestfallen frown on Izuku’s face after every one of his conversations with Ochako, slumping as if he is holding up yet another stress on his back, a fissure of tension pulsing across his tender shoulder blades.
There is a ghost that haunts Ochako, a regret that Katsuki is not privy to.
Of all the people in the world, for reasons no one can quite articulate, Izuku is yet again the confidant of his ex-classmates—and Ochako slowly wraps herself around him, creeping and consuming, like a vine choking its host. It is not her fault; Katsuki knows that when Izuku’s persistence is strong enough, anyone would spill their deepest secrets, trusting until there is nothing left of them to share. Until there is nothing left of Izuku to offer. Even so, Katsuki, while proud of her work, does not speak to Ochako with the same friendly intonation like he used to. She must realize how much she is wearing out the hero-turned-teacher, but whether she is blind or unwilling to find fault for bearing all her issues on one man, Izuku's chin has only dipped lower and lower into his chest.
Nowadays, Katsuki and Ochako are professional acquaintances, but nothing more.
“I’ve caught a glimpse of a young man frequenting the middle school in Musutafu, chatting with the kids as they leave classes,” continues Ochako through the phone line. “He doesn’t look a day over twenty, but no matter how much I try to catch up to him, he disappears before we can talk. He has one of those hourglass emblems on his jacket sleeve—the same one from that small gang popping up in your area.”
Katsuki sighs. So far, there hasn’t been more than petty thefts and hackling from the newly represented "Burning Sand" gang, and Katsuki has left most of their offenses to the police. A bunch of runaway misfits, too consumed in their own prejudices to listen to authority—Dynamight is the epitome of what they stand against: self-righteous, pedestal heroes. He is the last person they’d want to talk to.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Katsuki asks, trying to reel in his annoyance. “Unless there’s a broken law, I can’t arrest him. He’s just talking to some kids.”
He hears the exasperation in Ochako’s voice before she begins to speak. “I’m not asking you to arrest him. I just want you to keep an eye out. Some of the students said he was trying to recruit them, and the last thing I want is a notification that someone from my school was an accomplice in an armed robbery.”
“Fine, I’ll keep an eye out.” He finishes the bandage on his other hand, unintentionally knotting it to a point of pinching. “In the meantime, talk to your kids about stranger danger. Surely they’re smart enough to understand that gangs are a one-way-ticket to a life behind bars.”
“They’re fourteen, Bakugou. Fourteen year olds do plenty of stupid, rebellious things, no matter how much they’re taught,” Ochako digs. “Surely you remember the stupid things you did as a pubescent teen.”
Katsuki does not know if the insult is intentional, so he pretends not to have heard it.
“Whatever, Cheeks. If I see anything worth mentioning, I’ll let you know.”
He hangs up.
When he stands from the sofa, flexing his freshly wrapped fingers, his phone chimes one last time.
From Uravity:
His name is Lory, according to the students.
Katsuki does not bother with a response and pockets the phone in his uniform.
Morning patrol is uneventful. He helps replace a blown tire; directs traffic when a commuting businessman accidentally hops a median; guides a blind college student across the road. The closest he gets to catching a whiff of Burning Sand is when he rips down a few flyers from a street pole, all depicting their black and white, tipping hourglass symbol with an impressively difficult to read subtitle—TIME IS BURNING. STOP THE FIRE. He has no idea what the motto is meant to imply, but he is quick to incinerate the papers in a clenched fist.
An hour before lunch, he moves precincts.
Technically, Red Riot and Pinky have claim to this neighborhood—a small, but busy suburb on the hills of Shizuoka—but the hero duo have been out of town for “personal business.” Katsuki knows better; whatever Eijirou and Mina are up to is no business transaction. Not that he blames them for finally cashing in their vacation days. Of any hero duo from his class, he is glad that they were the first two to make an official partnership, romantic or otherwise.
Suffering one more day as a middleman between their filthy, pining text messages would have cost Katsuki his last brain cell.
He lands lazily on the edge of a convenient store rooftop, overlooking the new precinct like a half-mindful parent watching their toddler. Over the course of recent years, Katsuki has learned not to stress over unlikely what-ifs: what if the man in a trenchcoat across the street is a flasher? What if the bundle of blankets in a baby stroller is a bomb? What if the group of high schoolers on the basketball courts are members of an underground mafia? These types of judgements once ruled Katsuki’s decisions as an early pro-hero. He’d stay awake deep into the night, sometimes on working hours, sometimes not, worrying about the possibilities.
What if Shigaraki came back? What if All for One was not defeated?
What if Izuku-
He shakes his head.
Beneath him, civilians scatter like insects, darting in and out of two-story office buildings, careful not to bump into one another as they begin their lunch breaks. A few look upward, wave at Katsuki as they pass, before heading into the convenient store. He catalogues the groups he sees: businessmen and women, families, friends, students. A tall male in a sweatshirt stands out, slinking behind a quick moving group of girls. Katsuki watches him carefully until the man turns a corner and disappears down another side street.
“Hey, Dynamight!”
A voice calls, and Katsuki peers down. A young teenager grins up at the hero, teeth sharp and freckles dark across his forehead. Katsuki thinks about Ochako’s warning about Burning Sand recruiting middle-schoolers, and he leaps from the parapet.
Landing on the sidewalk in front of his obvious fan, Katsuki takes a moment to study the kid. A sharp horn extends from the back of his head, angling toward the sky. He is wearing a Dynamight official shirt, a bold orange ‘X’ over black, and his brown hair is styled to mimic Katsuki’s with a substantial amount of gel. The kid rocks back on his heels, dark eyes shining brightly as he twiddles his thumbs in front of him.
“What do you need?” Katsuki asks, remembering to control his volume like Izuku had suggested after the last disappointing rankings.
The kid’s shoulders rise to his ears. “Um. Could you sign my shirt?”
Katsuki typically would not indulge the public with such pointless intricacies, but there is something about the familiar smile—embarrassed, but not enough to sway away from asking for an autograph—that has Katsuki reluctantly holding out an open palm. The kid fumbles for his backpack, unzipping a front pocket, before dropping a silver marker into Katsuki’s waiting hand.
As Katsuki signs his name on the sleeve of the shirt, he snorts. “Shouldn’t you be in school? You’re not ditching, are ya?"
The kid blushes and recaps the marker after Katsuki hands it back. “It was only half-day today. All of the teachers have meetings—they do it once every couple of months. I’m on my way home!”
The hero darts his eyes around the crowded sidewalk and street, past a group who are standing nearby taking pictures. “Keep your focus on your surroundings, kid. And don’t talk to any strangers.”
Katsuki does not think the kid is paying attention, not with the way his eyes keep slinking from the large gauntlets over Katsuki’s forearms to his waistband where two more grenades dangle, admiration glowing from every crevice of his face. Smirking, Katsuki rubs his knuckles over the boy’s hair before stepping back. “Remember to stay away from strangers,” he says once more before launching into the sky.
As it turns out, Burning Sand may have a few members in Eijirou’s precinct, too. Katsuki flies from rooftop to rooftop, stopping whenever he catches another hastily taped hourglass hanging off a telephone pole, a fence post, a street light. The flyers are spaced out in no particular direction. Eventually, Katsuki makes an entire loop around the neighborhood, wiping off bits of ash from the sixteenth poster between his palms—when he hears a crash.
He’s back in front of the park, the same convenient store where he'd talked to the boy. The streets are emptying now, people returning to work, families lounging in the park instead of in stores, and the metallic crash is almost inaudible over the laughter and shouts of the playground. Katsuki twists his head and turns the corner of a side street.
A pile of trash bins are knocked over in an alleyway between stores, blocking Katsuki’s view with mounds of rotting garbage. He scrunches his nose and steps into the shadows. There are other sounds—grunting of some sort, scraping, and then a shrill yelp. When his eyes at last adjust to the dark end of the alley, he freezes.
A tall, young man windmills his arms, brandishing his fists as if he is entering a ring. And across from him—a familiar suit worth eight-years of sidekick salary hunches over placatingly, holding a bruising jaw.
Katsuki almost laughs. Instead he smirks, quiet enough that the men still do not realize his presence, and leans a shoulder against the brick wall to watch.
“Come, now.” The gentle voice is one Katsuki often hears in his dreams, his nightmares, always accompanied by flashes of green. “We don’t have to fight. Let’s just talk about this—”
“No!” The tall, lean stranger shuffles forward. Katsuki recognizes him from patrol, the same dark sweatshirt following behind a group of girls before the fan-kid had interrupted. “You’re just like the rest of them! Fuck off with your unwanted promises!” When he swings, the hunk of armor ducks, glowing in the dark.
Izuku makes short work of the other man, leaving him on the ground, blinking absently up toward the gutters and clotheslines overhead.
At last, Katsuki applauds.
Green eyes dart to the opening of the alleyway, shock rippling across features. “K–Kacchan?”
Katsuki pushes off the wall and continues clapping his gloved hands. “Bravo,” he says sarcastically, stepping over the mound of tipped trash. “You only took one hit to the face, this time.”
TBC on Ao3 eventually.
The Last
Ever since he was a child, Katsuki has taken everything from Izuku.
It is only natural that he should steal this, too.
(Or- How the last of Izuku's OFA embers are spent.)
This was by request from a follower: "Katsuki goes insane watching an unconscious Izuku fight with Blackwhip controlling his body."
Heeyyy are you ever going to finish or publish THE CORRIDORS because that my favorite fic😭😭. I was wondering since it’s not in aO3 anymore
Yes!! I had to pull it off Ao3 for a quick revision and rewrite now that I have a new Beta :// It should be back up mid-February <33
WIP (vigilante Deku)
(Trying to be more active here lol) IZUKU COULD NOT REMEMBER the last time he'd seen the sun. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the cold wind bit at his exposed skin, fogging his goggles. His boots splattered on the puddled concrete soaked with rain, mud, and old blood. Though rainstorms had become a daily phenomenon, they never could wash away the stains. Death and blood polluted Japan, and it was only a matter of time before it clouded the rest of the world. Shigaraki and All for One would make sure of it.
The streets were silent. No civilians. Over the past few months, only violent protestors or petty villains dared venture out; the real threats—the monsters that had torn Tartarus apart—had vanished, slipping into the shadows once the international teams arrived. Izuku had crossed paths with a few of the new heroes, but none measured up to the legends of his childhood. Still, their efforts had been appreciated. All Might strength or not, anyone would be welcome to fight alongside the dwindling Japan remnants. There was a certain hope and strength in numbers... or so everyone believed.
It was a shame, though not a complete surprise, when most of them died.
Deku worked alone now.
He wiped the condensation off his lenses and stared up at the gray sky, focusing on the outline of a Nomu as its wings beat against the harsh winds. An invisibility quirk. Without his specialized goggles, he wouldn’t have known it was there. For days, he’d tracked the invisible beast, waiting for it to return to its master or hint at the League's location. It never did. It just drifted, mindlessly circling the countryside with no sign of stopping.
His hand tightened around the goggles—Hatsume’s last gift before she went missing like so many others. He prayed that the mechanic and her family had successfully fled the country. It was a far better alternative to the claim that someone had seen her corpse under a collapsed building.
At the edge of an abandoned skyscraper, Izuku paused, his gaze sweeping over what remained of Esuha city. The heart of the metropolis, which had once pulsed with life and hope, now lay in broken fragments. Across the street, Fat Gum's agency stood as little more than a hollow shell, the shackled remains of brick and stucco reaching upward like ancient ruins.
When All for One had escaped Tartarus, the agencies were the first to fall. Leftover heroes had banded together near Yuuei campus, hiding in wait for an opportunity to fight back, which of course never came.
Izuku squinted and spotted a few bodies strewn near the entrance of Fat Gum's agency, long past the point of saving. He could almost hear their desperate cries, fists pounding against the agency's sealed doors, pleading for a sanctuary that would never come. What final thoughts had passed through their minds as they realized no one would answer?
It was little wonder the people had turned their backs on the heroes. Izuku couldn’t blame them.
He barely slowed his pace as he fired off a brief, coded text to Endeavor: Bodies in Esuha center. He knew the rescue teams would handle retrieving the decomposed corpses and identifying them, passing along the news to what little family remained. That was no longer his concern. Izuku’s purpose had narrowed to a single, burning objective: destroy All for One. The dead were beyond his reach, but the living still had a chance, however slim. And so, he pressed on, trailing the Nomu like a ghost through the rain-soaked ruins.
The jagged skyline eventually flattened to sprawling neighborhoods, then to abandoned rice fields, where weeds rose like sentries from the earth. Each time the Nomu dipped lower, Izuku crouched among the tall grass, heart pounding, careful not to be caught in the creature's line of sight. He moved in a rhythm now, alternating between bursts of running and surveillance, never allowing himself the luxury of rest.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. A response from Endeavor, no doubt. A plea for him to update his location, to inform the group about where he was going. But he could not risk communicating that way, even in code. All for One was no doubt listening, waiting for an opportunity to catch and kill the last of the resistance. One misstep, one careless message—like, I’m chasing an invisible Nomu—and everything would be snuffed out.
He liked to believe that he could go on for as long as necessary; his years of training had conditioned him to survive in extremes. But his body had its limits. Food had run out two days ago, and the Nomu showed no signs of slowing down. Izuku tried to keep an eye out for any sources—an old convenience store, an unlocked door, a tipped over trash can—but found nothing. Mere adrenaline thrummed through his veins, keeping him sharp, alert.
As rain drizzled down, Izuku tilted his head back, catching a few drops on his tongue. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.
Another buzz from his pocket, just as the Nomu screeched overhead. Izuku ducked behind a shrubby tree, pulse quickening with the fear he’d been seen. But the creature, oblivious, continued its course. They were heading back towards civilization—if that word even applied anymore. In the distance, apartment rooftops broke the horizon, and something about them tugged at Izuku’s memory. A fragment of his past, perhaps. Musutafu, maybe. If it truly was his hometown, he’d have circled Japan in under a week. He couldn’t help but let a dark smile curl at the thought—what a record that would have been.
Briefly glancing up at the bird as it grazed the tips of the trees, Izuku risked a peek at his phone.
2 new messages.
He fully expected the notifications to be from Endeavor, but when he opened them, he nearly dropped his phone in surprise.
Unknown number:
Where the FUCK are you.
I stole your number from number-one hot head, so answer me before he finds out and destroys my phone.
Another buzz followed moments later.
I know you’re reading these. Call me asap. I’m deleting evidence of this conversation.
A lump lodged its way into Izuku's throat. Twilight crept across the sky, casting long shadows through the skeletal trees that offered him little protection. His breaths came quicker, his heart pounding in his ears. The Nomu circled overhead, a predator biding its time.
And for a moment, Izuku broke.
He buried his face in the crook of his arm, the sobs quiet, muffled, but unstoppable. It was startling, almost relieving, to know that he could still cry. Many of his classmates could not anymore.
Classmates. The word felt like poison on his tongue. Ochako, Tenya, Shoto, Mina, Minoru… Kacchan. Just a few of the faces he hadn’t seen in over a month. He’d erased himself from their lives, using a new phone thanks to Hatsume’s network of friends, severing every connection. He couldn’t risk being found—not again. Not after they’d dragged him back three times already, forcing him to bathe and eat and waste several days in their care.
This time, most of them stayed away on one condition: that he would direct them to All for One and Shigaraki when the time came. He was not allowed to fight by himself. Though Endeavor and Jeanist would not be able to track him, they eventually relented to his request to go alone. They would have to trust him.
After all, Deku had never failed them before.
Izuku hiccupped as he slid his back down the bark of the tree. Absently, his eyes tracked the silhouette of the Nomu, its wings slicing through the sky toward the distant city. He would catch up—he always did—but right now, steadying his breath, his heart, was the priority. Who would have thought a simple text could unravel him like this? He cursed himself for opening the phone at all. TBC (on Ao3 eventually)
Denki Kaminari is proud of his Christmas gift for his classmates. Despite Katsuki's relentless teasing and skepticism, the dream-linking candles quickly become a hit.
Everything seems perfect — until a prank meant for Katsuki drags Izuku into an endless sleep, trapping him in a web of nightmares from which no one can pull him out.
(I finally posted the epilogue oooops.)
A commissioned piece by Cinnabananamon for my new Ao3 fanfic. They did such a lovely job! xx
Fic: THE CORRIDORS - Chapter 1 - Evesara - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
ALL THE TUMBLR BAKUDEKU ARTISTS ARE PHENOMENAL AND YOU CANT PROVE ME WRONG since Ive been in this website there hasn't been a SINGLE artist who can't like draw them so beautifully done that it should be in a FUCKING museum congrats y'all I wish I could leave a thousand kudos in every one of your posts with amazing artwork
Guys, wait till you see what happened to me: a fucking earth quake
I swear my life was normal before this... Wouldn't trade it tho. Its kinda off addictive.
art dump cuz i haven’t posted in forever, i think i improved 😼
i dunno if you can tell but i like mha 😇 /sarc
i cannot for the LIFE of me decide how dark i wanna draw izuku’s skin 💔
tw gore/disturbing stuff below the cut
Bakudeku fic
Summary: Midoriya Izuku has vanished without a trace, missing for three long months. When Katsuki Bakugou, renowned pro hero, reluctantly takes on the cold case at the behest of Izuku's mother—his devoted, unseen fan—he embarks on a journey of unraveling mysteries and piecing together memories. As he delves deeper into Izuku's world, Bakugou unexpectedly finds himself captivated by a person he's never met, navigating a path where love intertwines with the shadows of a haunting disappearance.
Or the story where Katsuki Bakugou falls inexorably in love with someone he's never laid eyes on.
Interested? Go read my fic:
An broken spark
Chapter 1
Pov: Bakugou
I woke at around 11:45 am, my head hurt, everything hurts I looked around and I can think of one thing only. "Fuck, he left".
It doesn't help that Izuke left Japan and probably is that on a plane to America right now. And fully honestly this is only going to hurt him more because it hurt me just think about it.
Every since Deku lost one for all he has been distance for quite awhile now, he never stays. Mina say that he busy and trying to work it out. But I can see in his eyes that he just as upset and disappoint just like me. He had that spark, now it gone I don't think it coming back.
Mha gacha photo dump:3
Making Mha characters in gacha! Posting Toga and Ochako tmr:3
I drew this while waiting for scouts to start 💪
a warm spot on my shoulder forever
yuri dkbkdk
through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me
the context? your honor, irrelevant
its never over
he’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
I can’t get katsukis face quite right, but an evil spirit has possessed me every time I draw a version of Izuku and I can’t do anything but obey
It’s Kind Of Diabolical
UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.
The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.
Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.
No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.
Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.
The only reason no one knew was because he didn’t play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.
Izuku was an angel on earth.
Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didn’t try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.
The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasn’t in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.
Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. He’d never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.
That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.
“Who’s that talking to Coach Toshinori?” asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.
Katsuki didn’t bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. “That’s Midoriya! He’s insane.”
Kirishima’s statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, “Yeah, isn’t he doing a double major and double minor?”
“That’s him! Mina told me that he’s already been accepted by every high end medical school he’s applied to,” revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.
Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. “So, he’s smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?”
“Mutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so I’m surprised you don’t,” responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.
Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. “Looks like he just got accepted to another school.”
Katsuki’s gaze was fierce, but he couldn’t stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.
Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.
Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadn’t realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime he’d be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, he’d hear chatter about the mysterious genius.
All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities he’s worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.
It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasn’t Izuku’s personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldn’t find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.
The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.
The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. “Look alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!”
Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasn’t like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.
“Let’s do this Bakugo!” cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. “Shut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?”
Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. “Oops, you’re right. Sorry man.”
Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if they’d be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duo’s good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.
They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. “Why does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,” noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.
“Stop complaining, we are almost finished,” grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.
“Easy for you to say! You haven’t talked to one person,” scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.
Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. “Not my problem.”
Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. “No way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?”
Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. “Record me.”
The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. He’d never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.
Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.
Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. “It’s nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.”
Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. “Hi Midoriya!”
Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izuku’s eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima, hi! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked!”
“It really has been! I’ve been so busy with balancing school and football I haven’t been going to the parties lately,” sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.
“Nonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?” inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.
Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izuku’s body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.
“Yes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.”
Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,” Of course. I’m more than happy to support UA and our football team!”
The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.
Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words “running shirt” on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.
Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.
Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasn’t an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the two’s ogling short. “Start anytime!”
Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. “What happened to your leg?”
Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didn’t know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.
“I do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,” revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.
Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. “Were you on your knees by any chance?”
“I actually was,” answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasn’t too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.
Katsuki didn’t falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. “Oh. I picked the right guy for the interview,” commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.
With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.
He got me, hook, line, and sinker.
“How is your day going?” asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.
Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. “Pretty slow”
Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. “Do you want me to make it faster?”
Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, “How would you do that?”
“How do you want me to do that?” fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.
While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.
“I’m going to have to cut this video short,” half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.
The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsuki’s words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasn’t lying about Katsuki being a good person.
It wasn’t uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.
The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.
Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izuku’s short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. “Do you ever go out to parties?”
“Maybe sometimes,” admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsuki’s aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasn’t just a closeted player.
“Do you ever see frat boys?” questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didn’t want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didn’t like being in a competition where he could easily lose.
Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didn’t think he gave off the impression he’d settle for a frat boy.
Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.
In the end he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. “I do see some frat boys. I don’t go for frat boys though.”
Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldn’t just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didn’t have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.
With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izuku’s sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasn’t enough. “So, what kind of guys do you go for?”
“Literally any other kind of guy,” chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsuki’s interests better.
Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. “Like football players?”
The message was direct and Izuku’s face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. “I’ve never gone for a football player before but…”
All composure was lost, and Katsuki’s buffer vanished. “Do you like dick?”
That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsuki’s speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. “Uh yeah.”
Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasn’t enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, “Can I get your number?”
Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess you can get my number.”
Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.
Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.
Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldn’t imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.
Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.
Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.
“Sorry, I really must go! I’ll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”
Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.
Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsuki’s voice reached his ears against his will.
“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izuku’s ass-sets.
Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if he’d been betrayed. “Bro, I love you… but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”
Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. “Never speak of this to anyone. Let’s grab lunch… fuck interviewing anyone else.”
More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.
Katsuki wasn’t planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.
Little BkDk comic I whipped up in 30 minutes! 💚🧡 I’m currently editing a fanfic so I should posting soon!