Pairing: Midoryia Izuku/Bakugo Katsuki
Fandom: My hero academia
Word count: 3,844
teen+ | complete | 1/1
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Katsuki and Izuku finding their synchronicity after they get together takes some time.
After their second Official Date, Izuku walks Katsuki to his dorm and, like they had done most of the night, held hands the whole way. They hadn't told any of the other kids in their class yet, but they weren't exactly keeping quiet about it either. It didn't really matter what people thought or who knew, the only people they wanted to tell was their parents, something they'd be doing this upcoming weekend at a joint family dinner that they had planned.
Anyways, Izuku walks Katsuki to his door — something they had only argued about briefly — and while the shorter teen waited about three seconds for Katauki to unlock his door, he blurted out: "Can I kiss you?"
Katsuki drops his keys entirely. "What?"
"What?" Izuku asks, taking half a step back. "Do you not want to—"
The blond is quick to shut that self conscious track down really fast. "No, I have been dying to kiss you, but.. I don't want you to kiss me. I want to do it."
Izuku, feeling the oh-so-familiar flair of competitiveness that will most likely never go away no matter what their relationship evolves into (not that he would want it any other way), levels Katsuki with a low-brow stare. Ignoring the fact that he has to look up to make eye contact, Izuku crosses his arms over his chest and doesn't look away.
Seeming to remember his keys, Katsuki looks away first and bends down to pick them up. They don't mention the blush tainting the sides of his neck when he straightens up.
"I just thought, you know, that I would be the one to kiss you."
It isn't phrased like a question, it doesn't sound like a question, but Izuku knows that Katsuki is searching for an answer by the way his bright red eyes bound back and forth across Izuku's face.
"Why does it matter?" Izuku asks earnestly.
He gets a shrug in response.
After a second or two of neither of them saying anything, Katauki decides to finally unlock his door and he takes a tentative step inside.
Izuku, still not over the want to kiss his boyfriend, follows him so they're still standing next to each other. "Will you not let me kiss you then?"
Katsuki's eyes widen for just a second before his familiar scowl is back, "I said I wanted to do it."
Izuku makes an exasperated noise and his arms come up for a second only to slam back down to his sides. He isn't actually upset or irritated at all, he just finds Katsuki's antics a little amusing sometimes. He likes to act a bit huffy sometimes because it gets on Katsuki's nerves (obviously nothing he would use in a serious situation).
So he can't help but push a little, confident that he knows the other boy enough to know when to back off. "And you still haven't given me a reason why it matters."
"Because it just does—"
Izuku's grin widens a little at Katsuki's obvious struggle, something vicious flares up in his chest and he feels the euphoria of having this strange hold over Katsuki. It fuels the confidence he needs to push out his next line, "so do it."
It is Katsuki's turn to take a step back, further into his room, and Izuku follows him. The door closes behind the green-haired-boy and the air between them gets thicker. Izuku feels his pulse spike in the best kind of way. Something about being in such a charged environment alone with Kacchan has his body reacting like this.
"I— uh," Katsuki says smartly. He looks around wildly as if he cannot hold Izuku's gaze.
Which is crazy because where did Izuku's usually confident Kacchan go? One who looked danger in the eye and barely blinked, let alone stare down at his feet in submission.
It fanned an all-consuming flame inside of Izuku. He loved this feeling, could already feel himself growing addicted.
For tonight, though, he decides to back off. He raises his hands in the air in mock surrender and looks down at the ground himself, watching in his peripheral as Katsuki’s head snaps back up. Katsuki only stutters when he feels backed into a corner, so Izuku caves tonight.
He does give the blond an ultimatum.
"I will back off tonight, and I am sorry for springing it on you like this," he starts with, reaching out to take one of Katsuki's lethal hands in his. Kacchan's hands are so soft, Izuku thinks pleasantly, running his thumb along the line of knuckles on the back of his hand. "However," he draws it out, waiting until they are making eye contact once more to finish, "if you don't kiss me by the end of the third date, Kacchan, the fourth one will end with me sweeping you off of your feet."
Katsuki's sharp inhale is subtle, and if it were anyone else in the room besides Izuku it would have gone unnoticed.
"You're serious."
"Extremely," Izuku agrees. "I want that kiss, Kacchan."
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Their third date is scheduled to take place in two days. It is a Friday. They're going to dinner and then going roller skating at a rink they had found while on patrol for Endeavor's agency. Izuku had said he'd never been and Katsuki said if they did that he'd "wipe the floor with his nerd ass" so naturally, they planned the date.
Their dinner is just going to be an American-themed burger and fry joint about a block from the rink and then they were going to end the night by taking the train back to UA. It is the first night off they've had in a while and Izuku can't help but think it is time well spent.
And their date does go so well. The food is pleasant, although Izuku is very verbal about how Kacchan's cooking is better, and roller skating is fun!
Katsuki does try to tease his boyfriend a little bit at first when Izuku can't figure out how to balance or accelerate very well in the bulky boots-with-wheels. But then the blond comes up behind him and guides him, with warm hands on his hips, and he teaches him stride for stride.
Eventually he gets the hang of it and doesn't need Katsuki or the wall as a clutch.
"Look at you go, nerd, you're doing it!" he cheers, laughter clear in his booming voice.
Some of the rare other patrons glance their way, but Izuku just laughs and races over to Katsuki as smoothly as he can (which isn't very smooth at all).
When Izuku gets close enough, he reaches out and grasps a chunk of Katsuki's shirt sleeve, using it to pull himself even closer. They roll together on the smooth wooden floor, breathing the same air.
Izuku thinks about kissing Katsuki then, too. His eyes trace the plush pink flesh of his lips and he automatically licks his own because he wants to be ready in case Kacchan chooses this moment to steal their first kiss.
"Ahem, umm," Katsuki clears his throat, eyes following the movement of Izuku's tongue.
The air in between them is hot, the tension rolls down Izuku's spine in a pleasurable way. The anticipation of their first kiss is making the moment sweeter.
"You shouldn't lean so far forward when you're moving like that, or else you might fall flat on your face." And as he's talking, he is moving his hands down Izuku's arms to disconnect where the shorter of the two have them connected. He moves behind Izuku and gives him a light push — hands deliciously squeezing his hips again — towards the center of the rink.
It is a rejection, but that is okay. Izuku convinces himself that if they had had their first kiss while he was on unstable footing he would have fallen flat on his ass.
Katsuki still had time to kiss him, they still had plenty of the night left.
That is what Izuku kept telling himself through out the night; when Katsuki didn't kiss him as they walked out hand-in-hand from the rink; when he wasn't kissed while they stood waiting for the train; or when they got off the train and the station was nearly empty; and once more as they stood outside the large doors to their dorm building.
"Kacchan..." Izuku sighs, running out of excuses. He knows Katsuki wants to kiss him, he's seen the way those illuminating red eyes have traced the shape of his mouth over and over through out the night. He just doesn't understand why he won't.
"Let's go," Katsuki says, once again grabbing Izuku's hand — an act that had seemed so awkward and huge when they'd first done it, but now was so casual and heart-warming — and dragging him inside.
Izuku suspects that Katsuki had known what Izuku was thinking about and wanted nothing to do with that conversation. Izuku doesn't make any excuses for that, and it does a hurt a little. He doesn't let himself think about it for too long, though.
Especially when Katsuki doesn't let go of his hand when they enter the building and he drags the two of them immediately to the stairwell.
Izuku thinks he might hear someone inquire about who is at the door, but he doesn't even have time to register who the voice even is before he is yanked from the area.
"Kacchan, what—?"
"Come on, Izuku," Katsuki huffs, tugging him along faster. They take the stairs quickly, going higher and higher than either of their dorms. Izuku's never been this far up; truth be told, he didn't even know they went this high up.
"Where are we...?" Izuku pants once they've reached the top there is nothing but a door left in front of them.
"You'll see," he grins, annoyingly not as out of breath.
Izuku keeps his mouth shut and follows Katsuki through the door.
It is still summer time, so even though the sun is touching the horizon and most of the sky has begun to darken, the air is still warm enough that neither of them have the need for a jacket. Izuku runs on the warmer side anyway; he always has, but OFA seems to have accentuated it more.
Three seconds after walking through the door, Izuku stops thinking about the temperature of the air immediately. Because holy shit they're on the roof!
The sun is setting and the city skyline is gorgeous from up here, nearly stealing all of the breath from Izuku's lungs. It is no wonder it takes the boy a couple of moments to look around and notice the blanket and large bean-bag chair sitting a couple of feet from the edge.
"Kacchan, what is this?" Izuku says dreamily.
Said blond just grins, holding his hand a little more delicately now as he leads him over to the chair. He answers before plopping down into the chair himself, "the rest of our date, duh."
He makes a motion with both hands that Izuku has to convince himself aren't grabby hands, and gets a hold of Izuku and pulls him onto his lap. Katsuki's legs are, unfairly, much longer than his and so he fits on his lap easily.
They haven't really cuddled a ton, or like.. ever, so this is very special. So special in fact, that Izuku forgets all about their kiss and his ultimatum.
He just lets his boyfriend wrap his arms around his waist and feel the heat seep into his clothes from all angles. They eventually get comfortable enough to both lean back so that Izuku can feel Katsuki's fluttery breath on his neck and his back is pressed flush with his chest. Together they watch the sun finish setting and the sky change its array of colors.
"This okay?" Katsuki asks, voice close enough to run a shiver down Izuku's arms.
Thinking that it is a delayed question about their sitting arrangement, Izuku absent-mindedly consents. He is so comfortable here, wrapped in Kacchan's arms and watching the Earth's daily artistic display.
His mind completely stops when he feels not-dry lips press into the side of his face, bordering his cheek and jawline.
He freezes, holding the breath he sucks in on reflex. That was definitely the press of his boyfriend's mouth and—
"Izuku," is murmured in a tone he didn't even know Katsuki was capable of.
Instantly, Izuku turns his head to the side enough to make eye contact with him. He sees the same flame of desire, attraction, wanting in Katsuki's eyes that he's sure reflect back in his.
Izuku's always been told his eyes are a window into his head; showing all his emotions and thoughts seemingly before Izuku even fully experienced them. In comparison, Katsuki heard that his weren't as open growing up and he learned to hide behind his default scowl. However, Izuku has learned to read them as easily as people have always been able to crack his own. He sees what Katsuki feels and he knows how to read this boy as if he was written clear on a page of paper.
"Kacchan," he whispers so softly his voice barely makes a noise.
Katsuki is staring at his mouth again but not moving.
Izuku sees the push he needs, so he gives in.
"Kiss me, Kacchan," he whispers again, his voice more breathy than usual.
Katsuki doesn't say anything, but he doesn't move either. Izuku holds his breath for a couple of seconds, wanting to move those couple of centimeters closer but he promised the blond that he would give him tonight to make the move.
"Izu..." Katsuki starts with the first syllable of his name but his voice and his courage dies shortly after.
Izuku lets out the breath he was holding when they settle back into the chair, both looking out towards the sun again. The green-haired boy closes his eyes for the moment and takes in the wave of disappointment he feels at yet another almost kiss.
He has no idea what Katsuki's hang-up is about needing to be the one to initiate the kiss, but Izuku knows how much worse it would be if he were to bypass that by kissing him first.
But even he can only be so patient.
"Why can't you kiss me, Kacchan? Do you want to?" He tries to not let too much of his disappointment seep into his voice; he's not entirely too sure he is that upset when he doesn't really succeed.
The hands pressed into his abdomen tense into a fist and he feels more than hears the other's sigh.
"Of course I want to," he says, tone lowered with emotions that Izuku is scared to sift through.
"Then why don't you!" Izuku is still facing away, and he is sitting up so that the only points of contact between them are Katsuki's hands around his middle and his ass sitting on strong thighs.
"Because I can't, I thought I could but I just can't make that first move no matter how much I want to!"
Izuku doesn't say anything for a second and Katsuki takes it as his invitation to keep going.
"I know I can do it, I know it is just a simple kiss, but I have wanted it for so long so what if I'm not good at it! And so there is a part of me that just wants to let you do it, but I swear, Izuku, I want to kiss you. I want to so bad."
Izuku turns around and sees red eyes set ablaze. He twists his legs around so that they hang off the side of his boyfriend's lap and the hand that had been resting on his stomach is now touching his back and Izuku takes his right hand in his own.
He takes the time to adjust his position so he has time to clear his tone of any emotions except patience and so that it is easier to look at Katsuki's face.
"So why can't I kiss you? Why does it matter?"
Katsuki's head falls forward and thunks heavily against Izuku's shoulder. "I don't even know how to explain it... I just, know stuff about myself I guess. I know you will probably have to take the initiative more often than not... I mean hell, look at how we got together—"
He's referencing the fact that it has been Izuku to take that leap forward and ask the other out. They'd been a mess for too long and Izuku had been hiding from his own feelings for too much long; so as soon as he had them sorted out (and came to the conclusion that he is and has been very much in love with Katsuki Bakugo) he approached the blond.
Izuku wants to also ask why that matters, but he doesn't want to sound like a broken record or anything. So he just lets Katsuki keep going.
"—and I told myself halfway through our first date that I was going to be the one to kiss you because I wanted to do that for us..." he prompts his chin on Izuku's shoulders now, but his eyes stay closed. "And I think about finally doing it and I just get.. nervous? scared? I don't know, but whatever it is it fucking sucks."
Izuku bobs his head up in down in a nod, trying to decipher what the hell it is that Katsuki is talking about.
He thinks that Izuku is going to have to initiate a lot of what they do, so he wants to be the one to make the first move when it comes to their first kiss.
Does he think that Izuku would mind being the one to initiate things?
Not once has Izuku had second thoughts about being the one to ask Katsuki out, nor has he minded being the one to grab his hand or pull his chair out for him on their first dinner. He likes being a gentleman for Katsuki and he likes taking those first steps; especially if he knows that it would be this stressful for Katsuki if their roles were reversed.
So he simply says this. "Do you think that I actually mind making the first move? Because I think I kind of like doing that."
Katsuki's eyes flicker open and pour over Izuku's face, as if checking if he was telling the truth. Izuku has nothing but honesty shining back.
"Really? Or are you just saying that?"
"Kacchan," Izuku says, bringing his left hand up to cup the blond's jaw, not missing the instant reaction of fluttering eyelids and the way he leans into the touch. "First of all, I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. And second, I definitely like doing it.
"Just like when I asked you out or took your hand for the first time, I like how you act surprised at first and then you show this adorable little pleased look on your face whenever I do something you like. Of course I'd want to see that more often!"
Kacchan, just as Izuku had predicted he would, widens his eyes for a second at the compliments and then a blush darkens the bridge of his nose cutely. God, when did Izuku start getting to see such an endearing side of his boyfriend?
"You sure it isn't weird?" Katsuki gruffs after a moment or two, looking away.
Izuku doesn't love that so he moves his hand so it is cupping more of his chin and forces him to be looking at his face and not behind him. "Do I look like someone who thinks that is weird?"
"Oh fuck," Katsuki breathes. And then after a moment, "okay."
"Okay?" Izuku cocks his head to the side and doesn't understand for a second.
"Okay," Katsuki echoes. "You can kiss me... please?"
For reasons Izuku thinks he knows but doesn't want to put forth the effort to think about it at this moment because it is definitely not the time, he feels shivers race down his spine at the way Katsuki's voice absolutely cracked at the pleading. And he just knows he will be hearing more of that shakey tone asking him to for things; it may not be for a while, but the thoughts he's been edging on since their last date are becoming more likely. Izuku likes having power over Katsuki and maybe, just maybe, Katsuki might be into giving that power to him.
That is for later them to figure out, though. For now? He isn't going to look this gift horse in the face and instead will be taking his small victories.
The hand already touching Katsuki's face goes back to cupping his jaw and his thumb traces the line of his sharp cheekbone. His touch is gentle and Izuku does not miss the way his lips part as his face relaxes further.
"Of course, baby," Izuku murmurs, leaning in to press their mouths together.
Not only is this their first kiss, but it is Izuku's first time kissing anyone. Pressing his lips against the warmth of Katsuki's and feeling his breath fanning over his face when they pull apart a second later is all dream-like; its been one kiss and he already knows he is addicted.
Also the pet name that had effortless fell from his mouth? That was a first for them too and he doesn't immediately get his head blasted off so he thinks it was a success.
Another win for Izuku is the way Katsuki tries to chase after his mouth when he pulls away, Izuku having to actually hold him back with the hand on his jaw.
"How much do you want to do right now?" Izuku asks, needing to know if just simple kisses were the agenda tonight.
"Wait do you want to do more?"
The almost fearful look in the blond's eyes has Izuku chuckling. "No, I didn't mean that, we're still a long way off from that... I just meant kissing-wise. Just one for tonight?"
"Oh, uh.." Katsuki looks down at their still-entwined fingers resting on Izuku's lap and he squeezes them reassuringly. "We can kiss some more, but maybe not too much?"
Izuku smiles and leans forward to give a sweet kiss to the tip of Katsuki's nose, startingly the blond into looking back up at the greenette's face. "Thank you for telling me that."
Katsuki doesn't respond, but his eyes do drift back down to Izuku's lips. So the shorter boy doesn't keep him waiting any longer and goes in for another sweet kiss. And another. And another. And another.
By the end of the night, their lips are sticky with slightly combined spit and hearts full of affection for each other. And yes, Izuku definitely walks Katsuki back to his dorm room at the end of the night and leaves with one last kick peck on his lips.
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//the end! for now 👀
I want to explore more of this dkbk dynamic that I've got going on, so feel free to drop some ideasss
Bakugou and Monoma being low key besties but nobody realizes. Hear me out.
Monoma likes poking people until they explode, and Bakugou likes exploding annoying pieces of shit. Naturally they gravitate towards each other. After the fourth time Monoma goes out of his way to get on Bakugou’s nerves and stays for the aftermath, plus the second time Bakugou actively seeks out Monoma during joint training, they both come to a silent agreement: this is Their Thing now.
Basically whenever they’re feeling pissy, they just. Bully each other. For fun.
Monoma throws food at Bakugou during lunch, and Bakugou lets the rage build and gives him a swirlie during passing period. Bakugou shoves Monoma in a hallway, and Monoma writes mean, insensitive shit on his desk. It starts out pretty venomous, but before they know it, they’re acting like bratty siblings rather than actual enemies - i.e. no real harm meant, just two assholes letting off some steam. It’s a competition. They’re enjoying themselves, seeing how badly they can fuck with each other.
The only problem is that everybody else is left painfully unaware of their little arrangement.
Class 1B sees Monoma walk into class with scuffed clothes and his hair wet from toilet water. They see Bakugou target him aggressively during training, channeling the fibers of his middle school self and saying the absolute worst shit. They see how Monoma seems to expect it every single time, how he loses every single time, but still gives as good as he gets when it comes to the venom spewing from his lips.
Class 1A, meanwhile, hears all that venom. They hear it in the cafeteria, in the halls; they see it scrawled on Bakugou’s desk and on his locker. They watch as Monoma spits in Bakugou’s food, then throws his own at the boy’s head - and they watch as Bakugou does nothing. Just sits and takes the words and the spit and the shitty food projectiles, and sure, he blows up and yells and curses up a storm, but he doesn’t do anything. It’s like he’s just resigned himself to it.
They don’t realize that Bakugou isn’t just taking shit - he’s planning his own. Waiting for the opportune moment to screw that motherfucker over.
Instead, they see him at practice, attacking that yellow-haired prick with a vengeance, and they think Monoma deserves worse than that. That he deserves to be held accountable for his actions outside of training.
Needless to say, the rivalry between classes 1A and 1B reaches new heights, with both groups rallying around their respective asshole blondes. It gets to the point where Monoma can’t go to the restroom without a pseudo-bodyguard, and Bakugou can’t sit for more than two seconds without being aggressively snuggled.
(Legitimately. His squad glomps him when he sits to eat in the cafeteria, while he’s sitting on a bench during joint training, after he sits on his desk in the classroom. On the couch. Whenever. If they have the chance to hug and praise him, to erase what they can of the horrible words thrown at him every day, to show that he’s loved, they take that chance without hesitation.)
(No, Bakugou does not admit that he is both flustered and flattered by all the attention.)
(Yes, everyone notices.)
Deku and Todoroki have both turned into the human equivalents of hypervigilant guard dogs, and Uraraka isn’t far behind. If Tetsutetsu glares at Bakugou in the hallway, Hagakure is immediately there to trip his feet. Kouda may or may not have ordered a few squirrels to scuff up a few shit-talking 1B students. Monoma tries to throw a rice ball at Bakugou, and Satou responds with weaponized creme brulee.
It’s chaos, especially since class 1B responds in kind.
Meanwhile, Bakugou and Monoma obviously notice their classmates’ hostility. They keep trying to fuck with each other only to be intercepted by the opposing class, and it’s honestly getting on their nerves - Bakugou especially. Monoma realizes it eventually (and elects not to clear anything up with anyone because he’s a little shit), but Bakugou remains painfully oblivious to the fact that his classmates are trying to protect him and not simply getting really into the class rivalry for some reason.
And again, these boys are bratty siblings. They can talk shit about each other all they want, but at some point it became taboo for others to do the same. So whenever one of their classmates has the nerve to talk shit, both immediately jump to the other’s defense. It’s a clusterfuck. Everyone is confused and angry and protective. Deku thinks Bakugou is letting this happen out of a place of guilt and can’t fucking stand it, because he loves his Kacchan so much, and he thought this whole letting-himself-suffer-for-atonement thing was over but apparently not, and it’s just. It’s a mess.
When they start dating, Monoma doesn’t stop antagonizing Class 1A.
He still hates them, still thinks they’re trash and he’ll happily let it be known.
But he also loves his boyfriend and wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt his feelings.
So, whenever he does insult them, he’ll quickly add on that Katsuki is the exception.
“Fuck you, Class 1A, you’re all talentless hacks who will never amount to anything.” He raises two middle fingers in the air, lowering them when he looks at Katsuki, hearts in his eyes. “Except for you, Katsuki, you’re my number 1, baby, and you’re the best hero of them all.”
TW // teenage drug use and drinking; slight innuendos
[ for @hitheryon @pichu-perfect and @wonhaebunny ]
During third year, almost everyone in Class 3-A has smoked, done weed, gotten drunk, and experienced the fucked up life that is being a newly legal teenager, except for Bakugou.
Bakugou never went with them to their parties lasting until 4am, never participated when they passed around the pot, hell most of the time he wasn’t even there. For all his bad boy bluster and persona, he has the cleanest record among all of them. (Deku has tried once or twice but he knows Bakugou will kill him if he gets drunk too much by using Auntie Inko).
Now during their final year, they’ve all come to realize that Bakugou is a fucking “tsundere.” He’s mellowed out, cooked for them if they asked (begged and bribed) like a perfect housewife, took care of them during a particularly bad hangover, saw his tiny fucking waist, and yeah he’s cute. The boys of Class 3-A (because Bakugou is a disaster gay) flirt with him every chance they get.
They make it a point to indulge in their bad habits in front of Bakugou (ex. smoking) and offer him to join, just so Bakugou will refuse and they call him a “good boy” for keeping his slate pure. “Kitten” and “Honey” are thrown around when they’ve come back drunk from another party and Bakugou let’s it slide because they’re tipsy. (They do it on purpose, mostly done by Todoroki, to see Bakugou’s endearing blush and sputtering that he tries to hide).
The boys asks incriminating questions in front of other people (to stake their claim) like asking if Bakugou wants to shotgun smoke or do weed after training. He always answers with “What the fuck is that?” and the class comes up with answers filled with innuendos Bakugou never understands (”I can teach you later, love.”) but everyone else does.
One time during those rare parties that Bakugou joins in on (dragged by Kirishima), the boys offer him a cigarette, as per their routine. But this time, Bakugou actually takes it. Their resident best smoker, Todoroki because it comes with his quirk, tries to explain how to properly do it so he won’t choke but Bakugou quickly brushes him off. He lights the end of the cigarette using sparks from his hand with practiced ease and inhales deeply as he closes his eyes.
Everyone’s freaking out inside because “How does he know how to do this?” yet their still reeling how fucking hot it looks. Then, Bakugou puffs out a perfect series of smoke rings that takes experience to create with a shit eating grin. What’s worse is that those rings are generally made for a smoke shotgunning partner to inhale, meaning Bakugou has shotgunned before.
After they get off their initial shock, they harbor jealously inside under their thoughts on how good Bakugou looks because “Who the fuck taught him how to do that? Who did he smoke with?” Well, Bakugou can’t say they’re wrong, he learned it all from Kariage.
[ original idea, i WILL write this ]
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