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mitsuki loses her only child
“This is probably a lot.”
“It is,” Shouto replied. There was no doubt about that. “But I trust you.”
Warmth like a tidal wave rushed over him mentally. The happiness and comfort and slight surprise that Kirishima experienced blotted out the rush of specific words, leaving Shouto with only the after-images of delight.
how girl loves girl
“Kacchan!” Izuku wails, latching onto the doorframe with both hands. “Shinsou needs a place to stay and you’re the only one of our friends who lives alone, and your complex allows pets!”
“I would rather stab myself in the foot with a pitchfork than share my living quarters with fuckin’ eyebags over there.”
“You know," Shinsou interrupts, face impassive. "Just one minute into this conversation and I can already tell we’ll be amazing roommates.”
“Shut the fuck up, you purple-haired troll,” Katsuki hisses and Shinsou puts his hands up in surrender.
Maybe if they can’t have a proper brotherly relationship just yet (or ever), he could try to be Shouto’s friend.
“You have a phone, right?” Natsuo asks, because he is, in fact, the most awkward person to ever exist.
“Yeah. I have a phone,” Shouto says. “Do you want to see it?” Correction: they are the most awkward siblings to ever exist.
The boy squeaks. He’s like a gangly green faun, the kind of stupid terrified NPC you’d meet in the tutorial and automatically hate. “Me? Sir, I, uhm, I don’t think I’m the best person to –”
“Nonsense,” says Nedzu pleasantly. “Mr Shigaraki, you’ll be weeding the herbs for the next four weeks. And if he doesn’t, Mr Midoriya, I’ll hold you personally responsible. I’m sure Mr Shigaraki will co-operate so you won’t have to be unnecessarily punished. Isn’t that right?”
“No,” says Tenko.
“Wonderful!” says Nedzu. “I look forward to seeing how you make the place grow."
Deku, for the record, happens to know exactly what Katsuki thinks about that half and half bastard. He can count on one hand the number of things him and Deku have agreed so soundly on over the years, and, god help him, one of them happens to be Todoroki fucking Shouto.
More precisely, fucking Todoroki Shouto.
"I wish I could go to the royal ball for Prince Izuku," Shouto finally told the fairy.
Katsuki screwed up his face. "That's it?" Shouto nodded. "Why?"
"It seems fun."
"It's not going to be fun." Katsuki scowled. "It's going to be terrible. You have to have a better wish."
"I want that one," Shouto said.
As Captain of his own ship, Katsuki takes a prisoner that's more trouble than he's worth.
Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”
Shouto blinked. “Yes.”
Bakugou's fourth wall jokes are no jokes because he's actually aware of himself as a fictional character.
With the last of his hope, Shouto stumbles into a strange town. Be it destiny, or be it fate; his life will change forever.
Izuku has two boyfriends: Shouto and Katsuki
Katsuki has two boyfriends: Izuku and Shouto
Shouto has two Best Friends: Katsuki and Izuku
Shouto says, “you like Midoriya.”
Bakugou doesn’t immediately bite, lost in the vision of watching Midoriya go, until Shouto’s words trickle in, his brows furrow, his scowl sets.
“What the fuck are you on about, Halfie,” he asks, shoving his hands in his pocket, set on pushing his way through the hall. “Who would have a crush on that nerd?”
"Hey, Shouto-kun. Can I ask you something?" Izuku is weirdly hesitant, mouth twisted up in the way that means he’s chewing the inside of his cheek. This must be important.
“You can ask,” Shouto allows, strangely feeling like he’s creeping towards an edge.
"Do you... Do you think Kacchan's pretty?"
It’s not supposed to be like this. He’s Izuku's baby, he’s Katsuki's sweetheart and he’s Shou now to them both, which he’s never been. To anyone. He hasn’t felt this separate from them in a long, long time.
When life gives you lemons, remind it that you have nitroglycerin. Poor fucker never stood a chance.
“You could be the juiciest peach there is,” Bakugou said as he munched on his fries, “but some bastard out there is still gonna hate peaches.” Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”
But he’s fine, most of the time.
Most of the time. Most of the time. Most of the time.
But sometimes, he’s not. Sometimes things just sound muffled. Sometimes they’re more distorted, like music through a speaker in another room. Sometimes it feels like he’s underwater, and someone is trying to talk to him through the waves.
Sometimes he can’t hear much of anything at all.
“What—what are you?”
Her next exhale was warm, the answer feathering across her bottom lip, sweet on her tongue. So faint, it nearly folded itself in the shadows of this rickety home, yet the silence illuminated it, breathed life to a single word that encompassed so much more than five letters.
“Angel.”
After a run-in with a villain, rising pro-hero Bakugou Katsuki has his Quirk and his hearing incapacitated indefinitely. With the title of Number One Hero slipping through his fingers, he withdraws from society.
“Where are we?” Izuku asks, throat tight.
Aizawa glances at him. “UA.”
Izuku stops. He looks back down at the forest-green suit and the cape fastened around his neck, and swallows, barely daring to believe it. “And I’m...”
“You’re a third-year student here,” Aizawa says without inflection, like he’s not completely shattering Izuku’s world-view. “In the hero course.”
Izuku doesn’t know how to trust, not really.
Something sharp and heavy settles in his chest when he tries, and he is so used to scraping his skin when he lands that he no longer bothers to break his fall.
“I found their supply room,” he lets the comm lines know. More bullet spray forces him behind a hard brick wall. “You got it handled?” Icyhot says, out of breath. “It’s messy out here, we’re a little short-handed, can’t send backup.” “Yeah.” Another click. Another empty cartridge. “I got it.”
bakugou has read all the books, watched all the movies, heard all the stories, seeked out all possible advice, and none of it has ever made looking at kirishima easier. by the time they reach their third year at UA, bakugou might as well be begging for relief
"What are you doing?" Shouto asks.
"Hugging you." Midoriya returns in a patient voice. His arms tighten around Shouto's waist and he presses his forehead more firmly against his back. "You know it's a hug, Shouto-kun. Don't play dumb."
Bakugou reluctantly agrees to do a trial run with a psychiatric service dog after his mental health hits an all time low. While he hates the idea of a dog being one of his last options, everyone else seems to think it’s a good idea.
Two weeks.
He has two weeks before he is allowed to send the mutt back.
Bakugou scowls. "No, not that shit. I just mean...why does it not bother people when someone touches them. It doesn't make any fucking sense."
She stares at him for a second, watching him purse his lips. He swallows, throat bobbing, and asks-
"What makes it different, when it's me?"
It haunts you, the ugly way you used your hands.
In which Todoroki becomes a bkdk fan account, sends several controversial tweets, and lands on trending more than once, all in the span of one class trip.
“Sometimes people can have been very important to us at one point in our lives, and we still need to let them go,” Izuku’s therapist says. Izuku puts his hands on his knees. “Sometimes that’s how we get better. Sometimes that’s how we heal.”
“Yeah,” says Izuku. His mouth is dry.
Katsuki remembers it, vaguely; they’d gone out for patrol and immediately gotten mobbed by Uwabami’s rabid fans. Some guy asked for a hug. He had most of his face covered, and he wouldn’t let go even though Uwabami kept telling him to stop. Yaoyorozu had seen it and Katsuki had stepped in, yanking him off Uwabami but the guy grabbed him instead and-
“Wait,” he says as his brain catches up with his ears. “What?”
“He tried to attack Uwabami,” says Kestrel patiently. “But you and Bakugou got in the way and-”
“Me and Bakugou?” says Katsuki, digging his ears. “I’m Bakugou.”
The principal stares at him. “You’re saying you wanted us to give you detention?”
Detention. Like that would have done anything.
“I’m saying,” Bakugou says through gritted teeth, “that you should’ve expelled me.”
“The quirk…” Monoma pauses. His irritation ebbs away and his grin reforms, likely taking pleasure in making Katsuki wait. “...lets you hear people’s thoughts about you.”
“Tch, what a stupid quirk,” Katsuki scoffs. Now that he knows the quirk he’s been hit with is nothing worth killing over, he takes a step back from Monoma. “Like I give a fuck what people think about me.”
“Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya says gently, squeezing his arm in what Shouto presumes is meant to be a reassuring gesture. “It’s going to be okay.”
He doesn’t think Midoriya is in any place to tell him what okay is, all things considered, but he chooses to keep quiet on the matter.
Uraraka is gravely injured during battle and Bakugou realizes he loves her. In hindsight.
When Endeavor sees them, Bakugou’s foot is on his face, and his hand is in Bakugou’s mouth, trying to fish out that last piece of pepperoni that Bakugou stole from him. Todoroki hopes that it looks like they’re dating. Or friending. Or whatever they were trying to go for.
Her voice trails off as her eyes finally catch the envelope he’s pulling out of his pocket. Katsuki doesn’t say a word, hand tightening on the envelope. He’s wrinkling it, he knows, but it’s already bloodstained and soot-covered and it won’t matter once the envelope is in her hands because he knows Ochako well enough to know she’s going to lose her shit.
“You can’t keep doing this,” his former teacher says, his eyes tired and his long, dark hair limp. “Please.”
It’s the ‘please’ that does it, Izuku thinks.
“You have to be kidding me,” Izuku says, face drained of blood.
“Nope,” Hawks says. “Looks like you’re gonna be Number One this time, kid.”
“You’re supposed to be Number One,” Izuku says incredulously, “Or Jeanist or Fat Gum or someone. I just turned seventeen.”
“That doesn’t seem to matter much, this time around.”
His wings arch, his back curving beautifully as you brand your handprints onto his hips. Just because you can, you leave bruises and bitemarks all down his neck and shoulders, and he bites at your fingers playfully when he presses on them with a pout later, two perfect burns in the shape of your fingers peeking above the waistband of his pants.
Todoroki nearly misses the envelope in his room. It is to an invitation to a wedding. One of his father’s coworkers is getting married and he has been invited.
So naturally he takes Midoriya with him as his plus one, and Bakugou as his plus two, because clearly this plan worked very well last time.
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