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Izuku comforts you after a bad week

Pick up the pieces

It's a tough, exhausting week. The tough kind of week that spreads and seeps into your bones and aches all over. The kind of week that you want to finish all too quickly, but goes by so, so slowly its equivalent to torture.

Izuku knows this, knows it because both of you have barely spoken all week. After all, you only go quiet when you're busy and focused, and Izuku loves that drive in you that mirrors his own.

He wants to celebrate with you on the Friday, celebrate you surviving with a cosy meal and warm cuddles on the couch with your favourite furry blanket, so he makes the effort to end early and prepare the meal at home with his bare hands

When he hears the door unlock, it's quickly followed by a loud thud that concerns him enough to leave the stove on and check on you.

He finds you sprawled at the doorstep, crumbled over like a tree after a hurricane, eyes dull and bag tossed to the side, thrown out of frustration.

"Oh baby..." He whispers, kneeling down to reach for you. Apparently, that's enough to get tears to well up in your eyes.

"Zuku...!"

Your voice is garbled with tears, tension bleeding through your voice that is the raw and hurt and angry.

Angry at the world. Angry at yourself.

Izuku's heartstrings tug, heart fracturing. He knows you've had a rough week. Examinations, major projects to manage and playing catch up. He knows it, but it doesn't make it any easier

"Why...?"

Izuku gathers you up in his arms, letting you cling to him as he hugs you tight, wishing his scarred arms can protect you from the harsh world.

"I'm doing everything right, Zuku...! I really am...so why isn't it working?"

Izuku just comforts you gently because in truth, he doesn't have an answer for you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispers, gently petting you. "Let it out, baby. Let it out."

He lets your sobs turn to cries turn to hiccups, and he carries you to the bathroom as he whispers. "Let's take a good, long bath. Then, we can have dinner, your favourite stew with that garlic bread you've been meaning to try. It's over now sweetheart. Sometimes, things just go wrong. It's out of your control, and it isn't your fault. If you need to fall apart, I'll be here to pick up the pieces."

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𝐔𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, 3rd July

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Can't even make a bento right.

Izuku shows up at your door unannounced, with a picnic bag slung over his shoulder. He did his best to cook for you, although he really wasn’t very good at it. He burnt the rice twice, and the yolk of the egg got broken. 

But you always used to cook for him; he just wanted, for once, to return the favour. He was expecting you to open the door, only to come face to face with your Dad.

He almost pees his pants.

Izuku’s face isn’t recognisable, but his green hair and eyes are, and your Dad immediately narrows his eyes at Izuku, rightfully so, as he huffs. “Izuku?”

“L/n-san!” Izuku flounders, stuttering out his greeting. “I-uh…I was wondering if Starlight, I mean, I mean Y/n was home?” He stands up straighter, as if bracing himself. “I-I texted her, but she-ah, didn’t respond.”

“She’s on patrol now.” He eyes Izuku up and down, and it makes him shiver. 

He’s so screwed, even more screwed than when Aizawa found out that he was the one who told Kaminari how to make silly string after the Greatest Prank in U.A High. (Don’t question the naming convention; it was Kaminari’s idea.)

“What do you want with my daughter?”

If there was one thing Izuku learnt growing up, it was: Fathers are scary.

Not that he had one, but when Izuku was young Izuku would often watch ‘Brave Dad moments’ compilations just to get a handle on how Dads were like. His mother always cried when he did it, though, so he stopped by the age of 6, but that didn’t stop him from looking up to Masaru, Katsuki’s dad, and your father.

Masaru almost never got mad, but that’s what made him more terrifying when he did get angry. Even Katsuki, who was the strongest person in Izuku’s life at that time, cowered that one time Masaru had yelled at him for disrespecting his mother.

And your dad…well. He was never approachable from the start.

Eyes as sharp as lasers that only softened for you. A man of few words, precisely because he didn’t need them to get what he wanted. Izuku was petrified by your father.

And knowing how much hurt he caused you for years in a row, he struggles to even look at your father in the eyes.

Your father’s eyes were lethal.

“I was going to take her somewhere,” Izuku says, trying to keep his voice from trembling. “To get her mind off things.”

“My daughter is perfectly fine where she is.” Your Dad says, as he’s already starting to close the door. “Good day, and goodbye, Izuku. It was nice seeing you.”

“Wait—! Sir, I—” Izuku grips the door, preventing it from closing. “I actually have something to say to you, too.” Izuku drops the things he’s holding, as the bag thuds on the floor.

Arms by his side, head bowed, he whispers. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I-I hurt Y/n…terribly over the past few years. And even the current situation, the Quirk she’s under—that’s my fault too.” He doesn’t dare lift his head. “I’ know you probably won’t forgive me—and I completely understand if you don’t want to. I swear to you, though, that I will make things right.” He says, as he stands up straight, and looks at your father, dead in the eyes. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Your Dad doesn’t say a thing, and Izuku is already internally panicking, wondering if he said anything out of line when he clears his throat.

“Apologies mean nothing without actions to back that up.” Your father says finally. “I appreciate your apology, but that doesn’t mean I accept it.”

The door is closed in his face, and Izuku lets out a breath that he’s been holding.

So that went great.

—

The path to the clearing is off the beaten path.

Izuku hikes to the clearing himself, jumping over the rocks he used to trip on and beating aside more branches since he’s taller and takes up more space. He remembers when you brought him here last year, when he had no recollection of the place, scared of trespassing, even though he had nothing to lose.

Then again, when he was racing here against the clock to retrieve his memories. In the rain, it looked almost unrecognisable. The clouds are rolling in, cloudy and fluffy and on the cusp of becoming stormy, but fate seems to be holding the rain in, as if to grant Izuku a little respite.

The place hasn’t changed much, and to Izuku’s surprise, he finds you sitting on the tree branch of the willow tree sketching away. 

His heart swells, and lightens. Maybe fate is on his side after all. The lake sparkles, and the field is full of forget-me-nots, almost out of a fantasy novel Izuku couldn’t place the title of.

Almost as if something magical takes place here, unbeknownst to Izuku and you.

Your eyes catch Izuku’s, and it makes his heart flutter all over again.

Only you can do that, the one who holds his heart, and the one who doesn’t love him anymore.

“I thought you were on patrol.” He blurts, making you close your sketch book as you swing off the branch, landing on your feet. “I wasn’t.” You say bluntly. “I was trying to avoid you.”

Well, at least one thing about you hasn’t changed. You still refuse to lie to him.

“I can leave, if you want me too—”

“No, I was about to leave anyway.” You eye the picnic bag over Izuku’s shoulder. “Sorry.”

You’re not, Izuku knows you’re not. You might want to be, but emotionally, you’re not.

“Wait!” Izuku calls, catching your wrist. Again, just like outside your parents’ apartment in the neighbourhood you both grew up in, you don’t pull away. “S-Since you’re already here, do you want to eat this with me anyway?”

—

You pause at Izuku’s voice, as he continues to ramble. “The rice might be a little crunchy, a-and the egg is broken. The meat should be cooked properly, but—”

“Izuku, stop!” You yell, pulling your arm away. “I-It’s going to rain, and my family—we’re eating lunch together, so just please, please, would you stop trying so hard?”

Izuku lets you go, stung. His eyes are wide, but no, don’t think, don’t care, it’s better this way, he needs to move on before it’s too late.

It’s funny, because caring used to come like breathing. Your heart, filled with affection and love for the boy who was your kryptonite…it made you so sensitive towards everything he felt or did.

After the Quirk accident, and when you came back to Japan, you tried so hard to make Izuku feel comfortable again, only to realise that your childhood best friend was not going to give up on you. What you once admired most about Izuku was twisted into something you hated.

Now, seeing Izuku standing there, with eyes pooling with tears, your care has run empty, and the coldness from your early days after the Quirk has seeped back into your voice like ice over a kingdom.

What a fool you were for loving someone and leaving yourself vulnerable.

“I told you, I warned you, again and again.” You say, voice flat. “And now I seem like a jerk for not reciprocating—are my words a joke to you, Izuku?” ”Of course not!” Izuku sputters, eyes pleading. Green eyes, that match the lush flora around you. Green, the colour you used to love because it reminded you of Izuku.

You hate it, hate it so bad now, you wish you were colourblind. “Starlight, I was just—you loved picnics! I just wanted—”

“To waste your life away, is that what it is?”

“How can you say that?” Izuku’s voice is cracking, splintering at the ends. “Caring about you has never, ever been a waste of time—!”

“I saw the interview, Izuku,” You snarl. There’s a monster lurking, pent up because you’d refused to let it out. It’s so ugly, but you can’t stop the tar from dripping out of your mouth now. “I know you were talking about me, about us. But I can’t, what’s so hard to get?” You say.

“You can’t try to gaslight yourself into thinking this isn’t real because you don’t like it. It didn’t work for me then, and it won’t work for you now.”

Your voice is trembling, and so are your fists. Your sketch pad almost can’t withstand the pressure you’re putting on it.

The truth is hard, and there’s no sugar coating it. Tears in your eyes at the sheer helplessness you’re experiencing, coupled with your breaths against his.

“I’ll never love you again.”

There’s a drizzle of water, one that hits the ground, as you turn to leave. “Until you get that in your head, Izuku. Please don’t talk to me.”

—

Izuku feels the drizzle fall on his back as he hides below the willow tree. Admittedly, it’s not the best idea to hide under a tree when it’s raining, but it’s just a drizzle, and Izuku really doesn’t care if he gets struck by lightning, to be honest.

He spreads out the blanket and pulls out one of the crudely made bentos he’s made. It’s ugly, just like his hands and soul. Stomaching his tears, he takes a bite of it and lets his tears fall. The rice is hard, undercooked, and the egg is a little burnt. The pork chop is the only thing that is cooked fully through, but it lacks the seasoning finesse that Kacchan or you have.

He hides his face in his arm, wiping his tears away.

“Ah…it really is terrible.”

The rain is his company, and it seems like the sky, too, is crying for him.

—

A page is torn out of your sketch book, left to disintegrate on the grass bellow Izuku’s feet. He reads it, folds it, and tucks it into his bag.

I’ll never love you again. It’s not a Secret, but if I don’t say it, I don’t think you will ever acknowledge it.

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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, flowers, 6th July

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Sometimes, I smile the widest when I'm in the most excruciating pain.

“Hero Deku, you have risen the ranks and proved time and time again that you’re a reliable hero on the field. I’m pretty sure most of us would be dead without you. Literally.” The host smiles picture-perfect, and Izuku lets out an awkward laugh as she continues. “I’m sure many of us are huge fans of you—congratulations on your new hero rank, by the way!”

The crowd cheers, and Izuku smiles. “Thank you, really, it’s something that I could only achieve because of all of you, so thank you all so much.”

“So tell us, Izuku, you’ve been out in the field for about a year. Any plans on starting an agency, or are you going to join another agency once your contract with Hawks is up? I know Dynamight is on the cusp of starting his.”

“Well, I am planning to eventually, but what’s the rush? Right now, my priority is to just go where I’m needed. I’d be happy to join Dynamight’s agency, if he’d let me, though.”

The audience laughs, and he supposes Kacchan and he have had a couple of scruffles live on TV. Even over the past year, amongst the few appearances he made on various shows with his classmates, Izuku and Katsuki would fight tooth and nail to compete in winning whatever shenanigans hosts made them do for views.

It only ever makes Izuku miss you more, because…well. The three of you would always compete like this when you were little.

Izuku knows Katsuki would let him join his agency when he finally starts it up, but his contract doesn’t end for at least another few months. Hawks will probably give him the option to renew it. Honestly, he hasn’t thought about it that much, about where he’d go from here. 

He’s still in the process of earning enough to move out of his mother’s apartment.

“As you might know,” The host interrupts his thoughts, “if you watched our previous hero interviews, we have collated questions from our audience for this segment ‘We want to Know You!’.”

Izuku lights up almost immediately. “Yes! I remember seeing it on All Might’s episode!”

“Ever the All Might fanboy!” The host laughs. “Yes! Well, we tried to keep a variety; unfortunately, the audience seems to be particularly interested in your love life, Deku.”

Uh oh. Izuku lets out another sheepish laugh as the host continues. “We’ve filtered it down, though, so hopefully that helps!”

It does not help, he wants to tell the host, but it’s okay, it’s fine, he has already mentally prepared for this.

Someone once asked Shoto about his kinks (to which Shoto responded, what’s a kink?) so it really, really can’t get worse than that, right…?

—

It feels good to get hero calls again. Your hefty earnings from the America internship has you scoraging for apartments as your parents tell you to sit your ass down and relax, but you really just can’t. You’re on patrol when dispatch sends you a tip off, typical search and rescue, and when called, you go where it's needed.

You’ve trained for situations like these at UA, but it’s experience that makes the difference. Only from heartbreaking trial and error that you’ve learned which cars to save first, which ones smell the most like gas, which cement bricks to lift to avoid a chain reaction.

You’re not as strong as other heroes, but teamwork is key, so you continue pulling people out of the rubble with a smile on your face—“Here, take my hand! I’ve got you!”—as blood pumps through your veins and smoke pollutes the air. “Don’t worry, you’ve almost got it!”

Being young helps, you suppose. You can calm people down quicker and not be viewed as imposing.

It’s only here, with sweat stinging your eyes and legs sore and achy, that you belong.

The heroes high-five each other, and the rubble is being cleared. Zero casualties, minimal injuries and damage.

You smile because people feel better when there’s someone there who tells them, with full confidence, that it’s going to be okay.

You smile, because that’s what Izuku had taught you when you were 15.

—

About 11 months ago

“Knock knock,” Katsuki says, before he walks straight into Izuku’s room and wrinkles his nose. “What are you still doing here? And why does your room look like a pigsty?”

Izuku was tiptoeing to grab something from a top shelf. “I’ll come down in a minute.”

Digging around in your tin full of Secrets has become a habit of sorts. It makes Izuku feel closer to you, especially when he feels like crying.

(He’d tried giving it back to you, but you’d told him to keep it, as if you couldn’t stand having anything associated with your love for him.)

“Will you be okay?” Katsuki says gruffly, sitting down on Izuku’s bed. Izuku pauses at that, hands grasping the lid of your banged-up tin box.

The room down the hall that used to be yours is now bare with no personality. Traces of you around the dorms have slowly receded back into the suitcase by your side. You’re preparing to move on.

Move on from him.

He grips the lid tighter. “I have to be.”

Funnily enough, the Secret that sticks to his hand the moment he opens the box is a Secret you wrote back in the second year, the night before his 16th birthday.

I made a promise to myself today. I won’t cry tomorrow. No matter how much I feel.

Izuku remembers that day with startling clarity. The way you smiled sadly at him as you put on a brave front. The way he ignored all the signs because you never let him know what you were going through.

Loving someone who could never love you is the most terrible thing you could go through. Infatuation will dissipate, and a crush is temporary. 

Love, Izuku realises, is enduring, eternal and immortal.

He takes in a deep breath and tucks the Secret back into the box, and he slings his satchel over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

The airport is chilly, and your suitcase is packed. It’s a place that’s always busy, where the lights are on day in and day out. The night sky sparkles above, light pollution and clouds hiding the stars above.

Izuku is a bundle of limbs and one sad commercial away from bawling his heart out.

He really doesn’t want you to leave.

When Izuku asks if he could come see you off, he half expected you to say no. You haven’t spoken much since his birthday, or since you came back from the hospital, and the tension between both of you was thick and suffocating. Almost no one wanted to come near both of you when you were together.

So when you say yes, with that dead, cold tone of yours back when you were still trying to decide how to talk to him, Izuku was relieved.

Was.

Now, he was anything but.

You wish everyone goodbye with smiles and hugs, but when you get to him, you falter. “Stay safe.” He says, keeping his distance, even though it kills him to.

“I will.” You tell him, holding your suitcase tight. Your eyes are lowered, and he can tell you’re trying to find something nice to say.

“Don’t,” Izuku says, donning a smile. You redden, knowing he’s read your mind.

He smiles, because it hurts so fucking much.

That’s the least he can do for you, after all that you’ve done for him.

“Maybe it’s good.” You tell him. “That we’ll be apart for a while. I mean, it’s not like we will always be in each other's proximity, right?”

Why? Izuku wants to ask. Why can’t that be the case? Why can’t we save people side by side? Why do you have to leave?

Part of he thinks that if he lets you go, if he doesn’t hold on to you, you’ll never come back to Japan again.

“Right,” Izuku says, not meaning it one bit. “I’m happy for you. Goodbye, Starlight.”

You flinched at the nickname, but you nodded, faking a smile. “Right. Bye, Zuku.”

Your hug with Izuku is stiff, but Izuku makes sure to make it tight, a silent ‘come back’, a silent ‘I’ll miss you.’

A silent ‘I love you.’

You pull away first, and your eyes sweep over your friends and your parents before you walk through the gate.

The minute you round the corner, his smile collapses like a puppet’s strings being cut.

He ugly sobs all the way home.

—

Izuku is an idiot, and yes, it really can get worse.

Questions on his sexual orientation, advice on dating and relationship status were spilt out in the open. Izuku has gotten better at dodging questions, but he hates misleading and lying to people, so most of the time, he ends up oversharing.

Now, the world knows about Izuku’s inability to get a date and his constant ability to make a fool of himself. He swears he has more embarrassing stories of himself than a class full of students in high school.

“Okay, last question, question before the break.” The host says, smiling at Izuku with eyes shining with mischief. “Oh, here’s a good one. Hero Deku, what’s your type?”

Izuku flushes red, mind racing for an answer he doesn’t even know he has. “No comment.” He mumbles pathetically, as the host snickers all jolly, leaning in. “Aw, sorry to let you down, audience, but you heard the man!” The host whispers to Deku not so subtly. “It might be for the best. You might start a fad, if you know what I’m saying.”

Izuku does know what she means, but…that still isn’t quite right. “Well, it’s not that.” He says quickly, his ears pink. “Changing yourself just to make someone love you…that isn’t something I advise. And I already…” He pauses, voice low. “I already have someone I like.”

The audience cooes and the host gasps, exaggerating the surprise on her face. “You do, wow, must be quite a person to have caught your attention!”

“Yeah,” Izuku smiles sadly to himself, reliving his memories with you. “She really is.”

—

Your parents are out of the apartment and you’re sprawled on the cold marble, eyes closed as the TV plays in the background.

On it, an interview is playing. 

Izuku’s voice is unmistakable, and you hate how the guilt, stronger than ever, stirs up inside of you.

You only hurt when you let it hurt, and it all goes away when you don’t think.

Don’t think.

You’d repeated that to yourself last year, your personal mantra, because how else were you supposed to get through life last year?

“Zuku…you idiot.” You whisper to yourself.

Strange. A small, tiny part of you almost feels sorry for him.

How pathetic.

—

I’ve only ever loved one person in my life. That person, is you.

[eris-snow]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, flowers, 5th July

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I miss you. Come back to me.

Saturdays were days of rest for the world. After a long work week, the world sleeps in a little later, replenishes their energy with lazy mornings and a slow day ahead.

Being a hero, however, was a full-time job.

The agency under Hawk’s name is quieter on weekends, and it’s strangely comforting, knowing that there are fewer people who have their eyes on him. Paperwork, patrols , oh, and that interview thing tomorrow…not to mention the dispatch calls that could mess up your entire schedule at a moment's notice.

Work is good, Izuku tells himself. It lets him think when he needs to, or not at all when he’s distracted.

As much as he hates to, he replays the conversation he had with Chisuke as he files away his paperwork and starts on a new file

When I took away love from Starlight, I took away snippets of all her emotions, too. You have to understand, I went through a lot of work voiding an emotion that is powered by all the others.

What does he mean, emotion powered by all the others?

He sure did talk like a man who was always surrounded by emotions, hyperaware of the intricacies of them and how they all weave together.

Maybe if he…

—

“I want to start by saying that I am very glad that you are back,” Shoto says, sipping his drink. “And that you have a future in modelling. It’s all over the papers today.”

Shoto didn’t meet with you on the day you landed because he had clocked a night shift and couldn’t escape work. In sweat pants, a baseball cap hiding his hair and sipping his fruit tea like he hadn’t stopped a bus full of people from dying the day before makes Shoto look incredibly human.

Scratch that, he’s extremely childish. Some people don’t know this, but Shoto gets a hell of a lot more fired up over conspiracy theories proven wrong than Katsuki yelling in his face.

“It’s real, I swear.” Shoto had told you, trying to prove his Deku is All Might’s secret love child theory. “They’ve rejected my DNA test. Why would they reject a DNA test? It’s not like they’re paying for it. I will be more than happy to sponsor to satisfy my curiosity.” Shoto rants.

“Maybe because they have nothing to prove?”

“Or they have something to hide,” Shoto says, leaning back in his chair. “Think about it. Really soak it in.”

You shake your head, as Shoto continues. “But seriously, thank you for coming back. I thought Izuku would drive me cuckoo. And he did, amongst other things.”

Blinking, that strange feeling swells up in your chest again, before a wave washes it out. “Really? How?” You ask, although you don’t really know why.

“He drags me and Katsuki down to Tartarus every other week to visit Chisuke. It’s working, but still. The first 3 months, I was on sob clean-up duty. I don’t mind it, but he was a mess when you left. I never seen him cry that much before, and this was the man who cried over those Thai advertisements from decades ago.”

“Huh.” You say, averting your eyes. “Sorry, I…I need a minute.”

“Did I say something wrong?” Shoto says, frowning. “I do that a lot. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that. I know Zuku means well, and he knows I can’t feel a thing he wants me to. I just wish he’d make it easier for himself. It’s tortureous waiting on someone who’d never love you back, I don’t see why he’d continue trying after I said no.”

“Really, so why did you keep close though you knew you could never be by his side?” Shoto deadpans.

You avert your gaze, pick up your coffee, and hide behind your glass.

The hero smugly raises his own, looking mighty pleased with himself.

—

A few months ago…

“You make me sick to my stomach.” Chisuke growls, slamming his hands against the glass.

Izuku crashes on his chair as well, looking like he’d traded one hell for another. “Jinx, you owe me a soda.”

“Whatever, I hate your guts, and you can go fuck yourself. Emotions are fragile, and I can’t do anything about the emotions I’ve taken. They’re gone. Shut off, if you will.”

That piques Izuku’s interest. “If they are shut off, that means they can be flipped back on, no?”

Chisuke is silent for the rest of the visit.

—

Izuku was playing around with his conspiracy board like the madman he was when Katsuki dropped by to give him something to eat. His childhood best friend took one look at the board, before landing eyes on Izuku, and narrows his eyes. “The fuck is this?”

“It’s on a new project, nothing you wouldn’t know of, because this is MY LIFE—”

Katsuki rolls his eyes as he puts the food down on the table, squinting at it. “Is this about Starlight—”

“When is it not about Starlight?” Izuku deadpans. “See, Chisuke mentioned something about love being powered by all the emotions in the spectrum—”

“Cheesy.”

“—So if Starlight experiences the specific combinations of emotions, it might be enough to rekindle love—!”

Katsuki nods slowly. “…Okay.”

“Okay? Why did you say okay? This is 3 weeks of mapping out what Chisuke said, Kacchan!” Izuku huffs.

Katsuki holds up a hand, effectively shutting Izuku up. “Let me stop you right there. How do you know this is even going to work?”

“Well, I don’t—”

“What about how Starlight feels. Has she told you?”

“Yes, but—”

“When you got back your memories, who was the one who initiated it?”

“Me, but you tipped me off, Kacchan!”

“I’m not saying to give up.” The blonde standing in front of Izuku has fought battles with him, gone to therapy and gone through the most insane character arc Izuku could think of. Izuku trusts him with his life, and that makes it all the more painful, hearing it from him. ”I’m saying don’t rely on breaking a Quirk no one has ever broken.”

Izuku lets out a soft sigh, before glancing back at his conspiracy board. Maybe Kacchan was right.

“Damn straight I am,” Katsuki says, reading his mind as he plops down by Izuku’s table. “Now cover that thing, and eat up, shit nerd. We have a patrol at 5, and I will not have you starving like a rabbit wolf because you ‘forgot to eat again’ .”

—

There’s a text message from you later today.

I’m sorry I made you cry.

Izuku blinks at it, wondering what the hell you meant by that when his phone chimed again.

It’s my Secret for the day. I didn’t realise how much I made you cry after I left.

Izuku’s heart warms slightly, before he types back.

It’s alright. I’m okay.

He really isn’t, but neither are you.

[eris-snow]

UPDATE:

Chapter 5 will be released along Chapter 6 tomorrow due to sleep deprivation issues. I'll see you tomorrow everyone, and I'm so, so sorry.

[eris-snow]

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, flowers, hero gala 4th July

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Someone once told me not to live a life full of regrets.

”What type would you like?”

Bouquets of flowers line the shop, the bright hues of the rainbow dominating his sight in every direction. The natural aroma of flowers brings Izuku back to the glade, and as he looks around at his options, he works his throat and fumbles with his words. “I-I’ll take a look first.”

Even with a hoodie and sunglasses, Izuku is still afraid he’d get recognised. Of course he is, the press was always all over him like white on rice, wanting to get a sneak peek into his daily life when he’d desperately wanted to keep them out.

Some things must be traded for the life of a hero.

He checks his phone, trying to plan his time out as a couple admire a batch of roses. The woman grins, pointing at them, as the man leans down to kiss her.

Izuku averts his eyes.

“Isn’t it great that the Hero Rankings are officially titled today?” He overhears, and he’s ashamed to admit that he started eavesdropping almost immediately. Her partner laughs in agreement. “What, so you can have more eye candy tonight as we watch it televised for our date night? Don’t you want to watch something else?”

“Don’t act like it’s just me who wants to watch it, there are plenty of pretty women on that list and you know it.” She giggles before humming. “You know I just like the view, right? I already have you.”

“Mm, love you too.”

If Izuku could vomit sparkles, he would.

Izuku fell in love with you at a very specific moment in his life. Scratch that, make it the days that he fell in love with you.

At the very start, it was just admiration. You had led him out of the forest when you were little, with him bawling like a baby. No one could get him to calm down until he was taken home to his mother, who thanked yours with tears of her own.

In the sandbox of playgrounds and in the deepest parts of the forest, you were his friend in a way Kacchan just wasn’t. You weren’t mean, actively made him feel like he wasn’t unworthy to breathe the same air as you, and shared your food with him.

Even the day he realised he was never getting a Quirk.

—

“Zuku!” You holler, panting as you slap the branches and the bushes away. A rock trips you, making you face plant and yip. Pain blooms on your knee, but it doesn’t matter, none of this matters.

The pain you feel must be minuscule in comparison to what Izuku feels.

The greenery makes you dizzy as you navigate your way to your clearing. 

The clearing you’d meet with Izuku when the world got a little too loud. 

The clearing he’d stumbled upon the day you stumbled upon him.

He’s there, he definitely is. Inko’s voice echoes in your mind, urging your little legs to move faster.

Find him, please! I haven’t seen him all day!

Heaving yourself up, you continue along the beaten path to the glade only Izuku and you could navigate to.

It’s a heartbreaking sight that graces you. Izuku is hiding at the base of the willow tree, sobbing his eyes out as his body curls into itself like he’s trying to hide from the world. Dirt is plastered on his knees, and there’s an abrasion forming on his elbow.

“Zuku.” You whisper, bending down to embrace him. It makes him cry harder. “I…I-I don’t have a…a—!”

“Shut up, dummy…! Or you’ll make me cry too…!” He hears you sniffle, burying your head in his shoulder.

No other words are exchanged between the two of you for a good few minutes. Izuku never knew arms could be so warm.

Your face, now riddled with tears, pulls away from his shoulder as you stumble to your feet, making your way to the lake. “W-What are you—”

A scream rips out from the base of your throat, and Izuku marvels at the sheer power behind it. Your entire body is shaking, and you’re clenching your arms over your heart like you’re trying to expel all the hurt, all the agony back into Mother Earth. A howl tears itself out of his mouth, and before he knows it, Izuku is letting out cry after cry as you curse the world on his behalf.

The view in the clearing was ugly that day, and Izuku is ever grateful no one but the two of you will remember or even see it. Two shouting children, throwing big tantrums at a cruel world that would never change. 

The pretty glade both of you play hide away to and seek solace in that shields Izuku from everything he was ashamed of…a person that gets so worked up about him, to feel for him and empathise with him…it’s childish and it’s warm, and when Izuku looks back on it, he tucks the memory in the edges of his mind, but always holds it near.

It’s simple, so very simple.

And yet, Izuku couldn’t help but think: Oh. So this is what it’s like to love someone, and to have someone love you.

Because somehow, you seemed to be so much angrier than he was at the world for delegating him to the 20% of people labelled Quirkless.

As he walked back home that day, tugging you down the path back to the city you both call home with voices raw and hoarse, he made a quiet wish.

Please world, if you are hearing this…please never take Starlight away from me.

But then again, the world likes to take away things before giving them back tenfold.

—

To Izuku, who didn’t even know that was possible at that time, it made him enthusiastically stick to you like glue, soaking up the warmth of normalcy your friendship gave him until he was 10.

Until the Quirk Accident happened.

But even that didn’t stop Izuku from falling for you over and over again.

The way you stood up for him in front of his bullies when he was 13.

The way you hadn’t laughed about his dream at 14.

When you helped him train at 15, and your wonderful game of Secrets at 16.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re idiots.”

“That’s so cool! Here, let me help.”

“I’m so, so happy for you.”

Now, he so clearly knows that his relationship with you is not even the slightest bit normal.

“Sorry, sir,” The florist snaps him out of his reverie kindly. “I have to close up soon, got orders to deliver and a family to feed. Do you need help in choosing a bouquet?”

Izuku reddens almost immediately, whipping his head around to scan the area. Damn, how long had he been standing there?

“T-These are fine!” He says quickly, tugging the hood of his jacket over his head even more. The flowers he chose were bright orange and incredibly minimalistic, but beautiful. Izuku had just picked the first thing that caught his attention, so when the florist laughs, his immediate response was to tuck into himself in embarrassment.

“No, no, I’m not laughing at you.” The florist says, gently cradling the flowers as he goes to ring Izuku up. “They’re funny, see, these were the same flowers I got my wife back when I was a teenager.”

“Really?” Izuku sputters in his best effort to seem casual. “L-Lucky coincidence, huh?”

The man shakes his head. “There’s no coincidence in flower picking, young man. When people come into this shop, they either get the flowers based on how they look, or what they mean.” He slides over the bouquets as Izuku swipes his card.

“These flowers symbolise courage. I think you need more of that. I sure did, when I gave these flowers away.” He grins. “She was so adamant about leaving Japan to go overseas to study, so when I caught wind of this after she’d broken it off with me, I caught her at the airport holding up a few of these.”

The man chuckles at his story, shaking his head. “I was a huge fool, to say the least, but I didn’t want to live life wondering what would happen if I didn’t chase after her. A safe life with regrets is worse than being embarrassed for one-tenth of my lifespan. Now, I’m happily married after a 4-year-long-distance relationship with her. How’s that for a love story?”

Izuku lets out a small huff, trying to smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m very happy for you, sir.”

I just hope the story will end just as happily for me, too.

—

“Exploding into the top 10, is a fan favourite hero, Deku!”

The camera's flash, while he flashes a smile. It’s so bright from the stage, everything is hard to see. His hero costume weighs heavily on him, a constant reminder of the responsibility he carries.

Katsuki is scowling in the front seat, but he’s clapping, with eyes squinted as if to say, watch your back. Cheers echo from his ex-classmates and the rest of the world in their own homes. Izuku’s eyes try to find yours, but there are too many people, and soon the presenter is moving along to the next hero after he iterates his thanks.

“I couldn’t have done it without All Might, my mother, my teachers, my friends.” He says, voice firm and confident. “I’m grateful for all the support I’ve recieved, so thank you, truly from the bottom of my heart.”

The crowd roars, and he exhales a sigh of relief. He has everything.

He has nothing.

—

Holy shit.

That’s it, that was all that was on his mind when he saw you. Even in his suit and tie, Izuku suddenly felt severely underdressed as if he’d crawled out of the sewer to order a pizza.

 The flowers in his arms weighed like a ton of bricks, his palms were shaking like he was having a seizure someone didn’t warn him about, and if he were a lesser man, he’d pee his pants.

Your dress has a sleek silhouette, sharp and flattering in a stunning simplicity that made his mouth crack ajar. Shoto, who had spotted you first, not so subtly closed Izuku’s mouth for him. Katsuki takes one look at you and lets out a snicker. “Oh, you’re fucked.”

“She makes shit holy,” Shoto says, glancing over at Izuku. “I should go talk to her—”

“You go there, I slit your throat,” Katsuki says, holding Shoto by his collar as the number 11 hero tries to march towards Starlight.

Shoto freezes, before turning eerily to Katsuki calmly. “If I don’t get invited to your get-togethers, I don’t need to do what you say, Number 12—”

“The system got hacked, you bitch—!”

“I think I’m falling in love again,” Izuku whispers, watching your smile grow wider as you congratulate Momo and Mina on their new rankings. There are sighs full of exasperation and sass, before Shoto kicks Izuku forward, making him stumble. “You stand around all night, I’ll mount myself on a pike just to feel trigger-happy.”

The last thing Izuku thinks is, I’m so screwed, before he stablises himself in front of you.

“Hi, HI!” Izuku stutters, voice pitched high as you turn around to greet him.

(“That doesn’t even make sense, idiot, how are you even ranked higher than me—” Katsuki grumbles in the background)

“Hello?” You say, raising an eyebrow. (A muffled squeak comes from Mina, but Ochaco drags her away before she can say anything)

You look up at Izuku, then look down at the flowers in his arms, before all the colour drains from your face. “Zuku…”

“I got these for you.” Izuku blurts, giving them to you with shaky hands. Strange, he could give a speech in front of a crowd of reporters broadcasting his every move, but can’t muster up the same confidence in front of one person who hasn’t said a word to him tonight.

“Zuku, please don’t do this to me,” You whisper, as he hands you the flowers and tries to collect his nerves. “This isn’t fair to you, I know it’s not fair to you. You could have anyone in this world and you choose the person who can’t even love you anymore. Are you a masochist, or did you lose half a brain in a car crash I wasn’t aware of?”

Arms dropping to your side, flowers in your hands…Izuku didn’t know what he was expecting. Your words are cutting, but they come from you, so he listens, and listens well. “Please move on from me,” you plead. “Don’t make this more painful for yourself, because there’s only so much I can try to care before it becomes disingenuous.”

“You can ask me to stop trying, but you can’t ask me to move on from you.” Izuku breathes, nearing you with a step. “You, for one, know how strong emotions can get.”

A whiff of the flowers, and your eyes divert up to him. It’s evident that he struck a nerve.

“I love you,” Izuku whispers to you, eyes warm despite the pain, words kind to juxtapose your cruelty. “And I will not give up on you.”

You keep the flowers in your arms, cradling them as…something…stirs from behind your eyes, before you shake your head and exhale.

“Thank you for the flowers.” You whisper, eyes casting down to the beautiful tiger lilies. “Don’t ever do this again.”

—

You find a note tucked into the folds of the packaging, a green post-it note popping with colour in the sea of orange.

A man told me to live life with no regrets. I won’t let you become my first.

[jacks-the-flower]

let us pray that our love (ao3) has a swift surgery (maintenance) and that she recovers well (we can bookmark things again)

[eris-snow]

Uh oh

[eris-snow]

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, 3rd July

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Please, for your sake, give up and move on.

“Urgh, you’re starting to get on my nerves, hero.” Chisuke spits, slinking around his cell like a toddler placed in time out. “You come in every week—or is it month? Time is hard to keep track of in here.” He fiddles with his fingers, miming a syringe as if he were injecting blood into his bloodstream. He does that a lot, the police report to Izuku. A coping technique, they say, but Izuku has the sickening feeling that it was something more than just that.

Chisuke Suzuki could shut down one emotion of his choice permanently after obtaining enough of his victim’s blood for DNA. That’s how he got to you. A knife, a slash, and a syringe.

“Please, do excuse my horrid estimations.” The deranged man continues, eyes darkening. “And I’ll excuse your presence that I’m so ready to snap out of existence.”

Izuku already wasn’t having the best day. He had a patrol shift for 8 hours and he had made his way to Tartarus almost immediately after he clocked off at noon.

The most sleep he could catch was between 3 and 5 when he so foolishly agreed to meet you at a nearby boutique to shop for suitable formal wear. Formal wear. The Hero Gala was the next day, and Izuku had forgotten all about the reception he had to partake in until you had called him the day prior.

As if you weren’t already drop-dead gorgeous, how was he going to survive you in a dress, with your hair done up and all pretty—(he’s down so, so bad for you)

That was also…why he invited Katsuki with him to visit Tartarus.

Izuku huffs out a breath, glaring at the man in front of him. He has ice blue eyes and hair licking his nape, evidently longer than when he was first brought into prison. From the (many) times Izuku visited him, the person responsible for taking away your emotions was erratic.

He swings from happiness to despair, from cool calm to fiery anger at the most insignificant comment.

Izuku has a notebook on it.

“You know why I’m here,” Izuku says, voice loud and firm. “You know I won’t stop visiting until I have my answer.”

Chisuke rolls his eyes, picking at his fingernails. “You heroes are so dramatic. Yes, yes, you want to know how to reverse my beautiful effects on your precious Starlight—you know Deku, you could also just—“ He leans against the glass that separates both of them. His breath mists over the transparent layer. “Let it be? Isn’t she so much happier like this? Or do you come to me because—oh!” He lets out a gasp, dramatising his surprise.

“You’re coming here because you’re the one who can’t stand it, can you?”

Izuku stiffens. “Of course I can’t stand it.” He mutters, clenching his fists. Noble reasons aside, he loves you. The image of you, sobbing in his arms as rain pours all around you—

He wants you back. And he will sacrifice whatever it takes to make you whole again.

“Don’t let him get under your skin, Izuku.” Katsuki growls. “Oi, focus. You got one damn item on your agenda, so just get what you want so you can get out.”

Chisuke’s eyes are crescent moons, as if he’s so happy that he managed to cause this much unrest to the Saviour of the world. He probably was.

“You’re extremely laughable, Deku. Especially since you even got emotional support help just for talking to lil’ old me? I’m flattered!” He giggles, pushing off from the wall of the confinement room before he drops to the floor, rummaging in the few items the police allowed him to have.

All of them were small, tiny vials.

“Since you decided so nicely to visit me, let me share with you a secret of my own.” He fiddles with the vial, before he looks up to Izuku with eyes privy to the myriad of emotions he still has.

The myriad of emotions he’d taken.

“You see, emotions can’t be so easily tampered with because all these powerful, little energies are interlaced like a Venn diagram. Happiness powers satisfaction. Anger is often driven by grief, and love…”

Chisuke sighs, suddenly looking very sad. “Love is a wonderful, ugly mix of all your emotions tied into one.”

“You sick bastard—” Katsuki lunges, but Izuku pulls him back.

It takes everything in Izuku, too, not to interject. After all, the villain was finally spilling everything Izuku wanted to know.

“It’s why I almost never steal that emotion. It’s so tricky, see, there’s passion that twists to boredom when there’s nothing exciting to fuel the love. There’s happiness that bleeds into sadness whenever something good happens to your crush, urgh, like when you started dating Ochaco? Not a great move, buddy—”

“—I’m not your buddy—”

“—Oh, please, you’re just like me,” he snaps back. “Aren’t you doing everything you can to avenge your precious friend? The same thing I did to commemorate my brother, because stealing, Deku,” He spits, knocking down his tower of vials. “Was the only way he could have provided for me.”

Peals of unsettling, humourless laughter escape his mouth. “Isn’t it ironic? You—you get to harass me as much as you like, but I can’t even use my Quirk without getting arrested because I’m deemed a freak!” The vials scatter, and echo loud and clear in the confinement room. ”Maybe because you tried to kill a teenager half your age.” Katsuki mutters under his breath. He’s promptly ignored.

“When I took away love from Starlight, I took away snippets of all her emotions, too. You have to understand, I went through a lot of work voiding an emotion that is powered by all the others.” He pouts.

“Why aren’t you happy about your birthday present that I put so much effort into?”

Red blotches Izuku’s vision. He can’t afford to lose control of his emotions right now. Breathe in, breathe out. Inhale. Exhale.

He clears the fog of fiery hot loathing to the man, but his words come out gritted when he finally grits out.

“I’ll bring her back. If it takes 7 years or 70 years, I’ll visit every week, every month, every year, until I break your Quirk’s hold. So stars help me when I ask you to spare yourself the misery and give me a straight answer, because you have not been on the receiving end of One for All.”

Chisuke flicks a vial at the glass that separates hero and villain, and Izuku suddenly realises what it was for when it tumbles to the ground.

A blood vial.

The same one that held yours when he so mercilessly stripped your beautiful emotions away.

Chisuke leans in, smile all teeth and eyes all too wide and blue. Even like this, he manages to look extremely content. “Well then I hope you find it, Deku. Because no one has broken my Quirk before. Starlight will never be whole for the rest of her life unless you’re ready to hang me for a crime that never so much as cost a life.” He cooes.

“But then again, that’s not very heroic, is it?”

—

Fashion had never been something Izuku excelled in. In fact, it was something that Izuku had actively failed.

Katsuki liked insulting his choice of wardrobe on off days was all.

So part of him could barely fathom why you wanted him there as you pick and choose between a billion dresses, while still being half distracted by what Chisuke said to him back in Tartarus.

He’d stop if he could help it.

“Got your coffee!” You say, snapping him out of his thoughts. Lucky for him, too, if not he’d continue sloshing about in them and drown. Probably walk into a pole.

“I didn’t ask for coffee?” Izuku says intelligently. Show him to the nearest brick wall, please and thank you.

“Are you really going to turn down liquid gold?” You say, squinting at him.

Well Izuku is a fool, not stupid.

He takes it, sips it, and his heart warms like marshmallows over an open fire. “Isn’t this the latte from the back alleyway Kacchan found—?”

“With two shots of vanilla and the leaf latte art you like that’s now messed up. I dodged a golf cart and a person who looked like he was smoking weed, you’re welcome.”

Ever since his birthday last year, Izuku swore that the emotions of his own have heightened to an extreme where he was feeling for both of you combined. As if you losing your ability to feel was responsible for him feeling twice as much.

“Uh oh,” you blink up at him, and it makes him want to cry. “Did I say something wrong? You’re tearing up. I’m not good with telling what’s right and wrong to say around you anymore, so I’m sorry if—”

Tears he didn’t know were there, well in his eyes. Even something as simple as this makes him cry so easily.

Get a grip, Izuku, it’s not a big deal! He scolds himself.

Starlight will never be whole for the rest of her life unless you’re ready to hang me for a crime that never so much as cost a life.

Ah, so that’s why.

“It’s not your fault,” He shakes his head, sipping the coffee again as he wipes his tears away and forcefully turns off his waterworks. “Sorry, sorry! It’s not a big deal. Thank you for the coffee.”

“If you say so,” You shrug, before stopping in front of a store. You have to tug his jacket to prevent him from walking down further.

“We should have called Kacchan,” Humming, you open the door, only to see rows upon rows of dresses. in various shapes and forms. Izuku swears he saw a wedding dress tossed in the fray.

Izuku locks eyes with you, and you with him.

He clears his throat, innocently changing the topic. “Should we get my suit first?”

“Aw, who knew you could read minds?”

—

Both of you did eventually double back for a dress, and Izuku can’t help the blend of sugary contentment and aching longing he’s experiencing. You wear a dress he helped pick out, you got him coffee from a place he adores. You dance around him and his feelings with words that cut deep, before checking up on him with all the concern of someone trying to feel, but can’t.

Izuku side steps questions on why he seems so out of depth, because he doesn’t want to worry you. You shielded your pain from him so that he didn’t have to go through it 7 years in a row. Izuku is strong enough to handle a few emotionally-crippling words about the person he loves. (He isn’t, he really isn’t, but there was nothing Izuku couldn’t fake until he made it come true.)

At the end of day, as Izuku hangs his suit up and gets ready for bed, ready to trash the recipe for a suit he’s definitely not returning, he spots the neat script of your handwriting on it and immediately flips the recipe over. He implodes on a molecular level.

I want you to move on from me. You’re a good friend to me, and we make a good team, but I don’t love you anymore. Please, for your sake, give up and move on.

Izuku’s heart compresses, and sinks like a rock in the ocean. Just another reminder of what he had let slip through his fingers. You may not love him anymore, and no one has ever broken Chisuke’s Quirk before, but what’s stopping him from romancing you until you fall back in love with him?

After all, if there’s one thing Izuku is terrible at doing, it’s doing what he’s told.

[eris-snow]

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, 2nd July

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This technically counts as the next day, doesn't it?

—

13 years ago, in a sandbox.

“When I grow up, I wanna be the best hero in the world!” Katsuki grinned, action figure in his hand as he posed like All Might, fist clenched and smile toothy.

Izuku beamed. “Me too! I wanna save people just like All Might! He’s the most amazing, the coolest hero ever!”

The green-haired child turned to you, watching you kick your feet up on the swing. “Starlight, Starlight! Do you wanna be a hero too?”

The swing slowed to a stop, and Starlight paused momentarily. Your eyes lit up, like the stars in the night sky. “I want to be in love, like how my Mum loves my Dad!”

There was a snicker from Katsuki, before he dodged a rock from you. “Hey! S’not my fault that you have a stupid dream. Love is lame, All Might is the best!”

Sand castles and swing sets, playgrounds and dreams. You puffed your cheeks, and it’s the cutest thing Izuku had ever seen. “Love is not lame, Kacchan is just stupid.”

As Katsuki throws a hissy fit, you stick your tongue out and continue. “What’s so wrong about it? Dad says that it made his life more saturated, more beautiful. Mum said that it made her happy. Being a hero is cool, and wanting someone is just as cool!”

“Why do I have to choose between the two?” You jump off the swing before flashing an ambitious, bold smile. “I want to have both.”

—

Present

Izuku loves being a hero. Really, he truly, truly does. However, he has to acknowledge that along with the abundance of joy he gets from work, he also receives an abundance of sacrifices made to get the job done.

One of which, was how his job fucked up his sleep schedule.

By the time the heroes were done chatting and exchanging battle stories and badass scars, it was a little past 1 a.m, and Katsuki had already crashed next to Ochaco, Izuku was nursing his third glass of water, and Ochaco was avidly listening to you rant about the latest villain you’ve taken down.

“Oh, Kacchan’s way past his bedtime, we should probably go, I’m so sorry for keeping you out so late.” You say worriedly, poking Katsuki.

He lets out a quiet snore.

Ochaco lets out a small laugh, shaking her head as she swipes her fingers against Katsuki’s body, activating her Quirk. “Don’t worry about him, I’ll take the old man home. He has a shift in the morning.” She shoots a look at Izuku, who visibly flinches. “Actual morning, unlike this psycho workaholic.”

He was doing great, considering the pity you took on him, melting the ice as the four of you laughed and joked and caught up. But everytime both of you locked eyes, underlying tension pooled like a tap that couldn’t ever stop leaking. Bit by bit, filling the bathtub of Izuku’s heart with every bit of longing and regret as Izuku stomachs down his feelings for you.

Pull the plug already.

“My shift is only in 2 hours…” Izuku mumbles quietly, eyes averted. “I’m doing better now, I even took a nap today. Uh, yesterday.”

“Duration.” Ochaco deadpans, eyes staring dead into Izuku’s soul as she supports her boyfriend on her shoulders.

Izuku caves. “2 hours.”

“Go to bed, coffee addict.” You frown.

“Those words don’t exist in a hero’s dictionary and you know it.”

Ochaco bids them goodbye and leaves (traitor), as you stand to haul your luggage home. “I should get going, too.”

Izuku clears his throat, catching your wrist. You don’t shrug him off. “I’ll bring you home. It’s not safe in the streets, especially when it’s late.”

You smile, as if he hadn’t completely disregarded the fact that 24 hours ago, you had busted two villains and saved 10 teenagers from dying by drunk driving.

You smile, but it’s never happy anymore.

“Okay. Take me home.”

Your voice makes his heart do somersaults.

Izuku’s hand drops to his side, as he mirrors your smile. “I’ll help you with your suitcase.”

I miss you so damn much.

—

There’s no train home this late, so Izuku calls an Uber on crappy wifi and pure frustration. 10 minutes later, his Uber has cancelled on him, and Izuku pockets his phone again as he motions for you to get on his back.

You crinkle your eyebrows, scrunching up your nose. “What are you doing? How are we getting home?”

“Same way as I came,” Izuku says, smiling brightly. “By air. I flew here, you know. So you can either get on my back, or I carry you bridal style.”

Personally, I vote for bridal style—down, boy.

“Luggage?” You say innocently.

Izuku not so subtly flares One for All, arms flexing in an impressive show of his biceps. “You’re joking, right?”

You let out a breathless laugh, as climb on his back, handing him your suitcase as Izuku works up the power in his muscles. “Careful, lock’s still new on that one.”

“I got it.”

One, two, three, and with a burst of wind, Izuku takes off.

“You’re a great rollercoaster ride!” You giggle, throwing your hands in the air as Izuku fights to keep you on. You’re not in any real danger, though. Izuku won’t let you fall.

You’re more carefree than the last time Izuku met you. Less guarded about your feelings. More generous with the smiles that you give. Izuku loves it.

He hates it.

“Remember when I stubbed my toe when we were four?” You whisper, breath licking the shell of his ear. “You carried me just like this home, ‘cause I was in pain, and ‘heroes help people in pain’, remember?”

Izuku’s brain feels comfortably full with all his memories, and as he floats over the night sky with you on his back, he can confidently say: “Yes. Kacchan was mean though, he didn’t help in the slightest.”

“He’s doing well now. Top 20 hero, pretty girlfriend…gosh, I need to ask Ochaco for her skincare routine sometime.” You ramble, as Izuku does his best not to stiffen. You notice it anyway, and Izuku regrets it.

“Zuku.” You say finally, breaking the ice. "Do you have something you want to tell me?”

The band-aid has been ripped off, the wound still fresh and raw. One day, Ochaco had said. Izuku couldn’t even keep his mouth shut for a few hours.

Izuku hates how the physical contact he has with you now makes his mouth run without a filter, hates the way he can picture your expression just by the sound of your voice.

He hates that he didn’t overcome the Quirk, hates that he couldn’t save it, hates that he doesn’t know how to fix everything between you both because you act like there’s nothing there to fix.

He hates that every selfish cell in his body still wants to be with you, even though you no longer need him to be happy.

“…I’m so sorry.” He whispers. The wind bottles his voice, taking his words away. “I made your life a living hell and made you smile through it. I only got to apologise minutes before—” you stopped loving me “—and we haven’t talked since 10 months ago when you flew off.”

Izuku laughs bitterly to himself, as he lays down his screwed-up nature of his so-called friendship with you. From bentos in middle school to the sandbox in the park, to afternoons bleeding to sunsets in the glade both of you called your own.

Fate likes playing games, to make you so close only to pull both of you apart.

Izuku lands softly as he sets your suitcase down gently. Beautiful eyes are tenderly trying to catch his as he lets you down his back. “It’s not your fault, Zuku,” You coax, reaching out to him “I’m okay now—”

“No you’re not!” Izuku cries, spinning around. “The Starlight I knew fantasised about the day she fell in love. A villain took away your ability to feel love, and you’re saying it’s alright? A few years back, you told me you wanted children and a family to nurture. You told me you wanted someone who coloured your world and heightened all your senses. You told me you wanted, whatever love threw at you.”

The Starlight he knew had clung to him, choking out sobs and trying so hard not to pass out because you didn’t want to ever stop loving him.

You smile at him, if you could even call it a smile. Izuku feels his heart breaking all over again. “I did, Zuku.”

With you.

Your tone doesn’t match your words, and there’s not an ounce of emotion or pain in your voice. He hates what this Quirk has done to you. “I’m sorry.”

Izuku’s face falls, as he whispers. “I love to compete with you and Kacchan as we fly through the ranks, and if you choose to focus on your career, I’m more than happy to support you. But you were always adamant about doing both, no matter how hard it was.” Izuku closes his eyes, swallowing his tears back. “I’m sorry, Starlight. I just wish that it was a choice you made, and not because you got struck by another Quirk just to get my memories back.”

Izuku closes the distance between you with a hug, arms circling you tightly. He’s trying so hard not to cry, as you pat him on the back. It’s supposed to be soothing, but it lacks any care as you go through the motions. You try to think of what you could say to make him feel better.

Your childhood friend has gotten bigger, sturdier. The hand that you once held as you marched through the forest is now scarred and warm, bigger and firmer than ever before.

“I’m right here.” You whisper, as Izuku lets out a small sob. You are.

You’re not.

Because if you were, you wouldn’t be this lifeless, wouldn’t be this cold to the touch.

As he walks you up to your flat and you wave goodbye to him, a comfortable fire sets in his heart. To let you love again, to make you whole and colour your world once more—this is his responsibility to restitch what he’s unravelled.

He’ll fix this, he knows he can. And that all starts with one place.

Tartarus.

—

On the ride up the lift to your parent’s apartment, you notice a small letter addressed to you tucked into the handle of your suitcase. Frowning, you open it up, only to be greeted by Izuku’s abhorrent handwriting.

I missed you, so, so much when you were away. Please get some sleep. (I know you won’t).

You chuckle a little at his Secret, the insignificant game both of you always played and a game you’ve always initiated. If your heart could flutter, you’re sure it would have leapt in the air and never come back.

How thoughtful, you think, as you slip it into your pocket.

You’ll keep it, just in case.

[eris-snow]

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, 1st July

Masterlist

Welcome back, Starlight.

Five…six…ten-wait, TEN-?! You trip over your shoes and squeak, basking in the knowledge that you‘re supposed to be in the country you grew up in, but one you now don’t know at all.

You try to give off the confidence of someone who knows where the hell they’re going.

It’s not your fault. The airport isn’t a place to frequent, and you certainly haven’t been back in Japan for a while. You try to take comfort in the fact that yes, you can speak the language again, yes, you’re thrust back into the sea of Asians, and yes, all the exits look the bloody same for some reason, and, okay screw it, you still have no idea where you are.

No, that’s what the damn signs are for, calm down, calm down, CALM DOWN—

Your hands are clammy, and part of you was scared to return to Mutsutafu even though it’s been your home since you were in diapers. You know why.

The curse clamps over your heart, and washes out the gaudy, suffocating feeling of excitement as you see a familiar silhouette of people waiting for you.

A torch can’t be rekindled without flint and steel.

It’s scary, it’s terrifying, but your friends have made an effort to greet you after a long day at work. If you could have chosen an earlier flight, you would’ve, but the agency had scheduled it by the time your friends had told you they would meet you at the airport, and by then it was too late. The least you could do now is to be grateful to see them.

“There you are!” Ochaco squeals, hugging you tight as you. “Oh, I missed you so much! I’ve only ever seen you on the news, or through articles—” Ochaco brings her face, closer, all the more intimidating even with her honey-sweet voice. “Why is it you haven’t so much as sent a postcard over, hm?”

You let out a nervous laugh, shooting a desperate glance to Katsuki, who stood right behind her with a fond expression.

Well, if you considered a devilish grin and amused eyebrow raises fond.

Help me, you mouth, as Katsuki rolls his eyes and shrugs. “ ‘Chaco, might want to let Starlight breathe a little. We still need someone alive, or else Auntie will kill me in cold blood.”

Ochaco releases you with all the reluctance of a pouty cat, as Katsuki pulls you into a big bear hug. “Shit English, brat.”

“Can it, Auntie loves me more than you.” You sigh, as you grin up to your childhood best friend. “And besides, that was one interview. I’ve gotten much better! I reckon even better than you.”

“Haha, the 13 hours on the plane must have made you a wee bit delusional—”

“You are so not funny.” You deadpan. “Let me remind you, you still owe me my apology from last year when you betrayed me and told Zuku where my Secrets were.”

Katsuki smile vanishes in a flash as Ochaco steps in. “Speaking of Deku-kun…”

You stare up at Katsuki, then to Ochaco, before you hear the very distinct noise of your heart pounding, and the crystal ball of trust you thought you still had in your friendship with people you fought on the battlefield on shatters.

Katsuki doesn’t say a word as he steps aside to reveal a fidgety, nervous Izuku.

Your eyes avert upwards to meet with the eyes full of green and life, deep with knowledge and memories you both share. He’s taller than before, still shorter than Katsuki but packed with muscle he didn’t have before. Emerald green hair that’s shorter than before, but just as messy. You can tell Izuku had tried to neaten it up, only to give up because you know how stubborn it is.

Izuku bites his lip—a nervous habit—and gives you a small wave. “H-hello.”

His voice is shaky, and it’s a tad deeper, and no longer as naive-sounding as before. In front of you, the World’s Greatest Hero is trembling, hanging onto your every reaction.

You didn’t tell Ochaco specifically not to involve Izuku, but given the situation, you’d expect your Valedicktorian explosive McFlurry to understand social cues well enough to avoid this exact encounter.

You fold your hands over your chest, swallowing. “Hello.”

Izuku’s eyes, so big and round, make your heart twist with regret.

Don’t look at me like that. Not with those eyes. Because you know how it feels, chasing after someone who would never look at you the same way you look at them.

It is a cruel fate you’d never wish upon someone, even as it falls on the man you no longer have the feelings to reciprocate with.

Izuku takes a few steps closer, and your heart clams up even more, refusing to flutter. “You look…better.”

You do feel better. Better than the past decade. Better than…

Than when you loved Izuku.

You crack a smile, blinking up to the boy you’ve loved so deeply you hurt yourself just to be with him. “Thanks. You look like you’re doing better yourself. Kacchan can’t seem to crack your spot as Top 10.”

Katsuki growls. “You saw the results already?”

“Of course I did, it was all over the airport. Plus, Zuku deserves it. I saw your last interview—”

“Shut your trap—”

“And I could understand why.”

Izuku blinks, eyes lighting up, “The one where he yelled at the camera and shoved the news reporter out of the way?”

You snicker. “Yeah. That poor dude must’ve cried himself to sleep that night. Not cool, Kacchan.”

Ignoring Katsuki’s yell, Izuku scratches the back of his neck sheepishly—a nervous habit, again—and chews his lip. “D-Do you mind if we—”

“GO OUT FOR SUPPER!” Ochaco chirps, slamming herself in between both of you, dragging Izuku away by the ear. “There’s a good ramen place here in the airport, it should still be open. Let’s talk there!!”

As you watch Izuku yip in pain and gets hauled away by Ochaco, all soft and sweetness wrapping up the sheer strength and crazy Ochaco sometimes could be, Katsuki hums. “You see that? I’m dating that.”

You gasp, looking up at Katsuki. “You’re dating Ochaco?”

“The one and only.” Katsuki grins, helping you with your luggage as you all head for the escalator. “Welcome home, Starlight.”

—

“You are such an idiot!” Ochaco hisses at Izuku. In a headlock under her arm, Izuku gulps. “My best friend's card almost got revoked because of you, and now you want to talk feelings with the woman who had a 14-hour flight and is incapable of experiencing love no more—have you lost all 85 billion of your brain cells?”

Izuku pushes Ochaco’s arm out from under, frowning. “First of all, it’s 86 billion. Secondly, I-I…” Izuku flushes. “I need to straighten things out with her now. Today. By midnight. You know how I get Ochaco. If I postpone, I get scared, and if I get scared, I bail, and when I bail, I regret, and when I regret, I drink, and I don’t have enough alcohol or guts to get through—” 

Slap!

Izuku winces as he clutches his face, which now has an imprint of Ochaco’s hand on it. Ochaco stares daggers into his soul. “For God’s sake, I refuse to believe you are the same person who saved me without a second thought during our entrance exam! She’s exhausted and hungry, and as soon as she eats her ramen, we’re bringing her home to rest. Do you really think she’s in the right frame of mind to talk about this if you spring this on her now?”

Izuku bites his lip, and Ochaco takes that as her answer. “You meet her tomorrow. Now, it’s just fun catch-up time with her closest friends after her stupidly long flight from cheeseburger land. One day. Wait, one day.”

Izuku’s heart swells as tears well up in his eyes. For the Saviour of the world, Izuku never gave up crying too easily. “I just…Starlight’s here in Mutsutafu, and I want to tell her everything, make up as fast as I can and release this Quirk because I just—” His voice cracks.

“I just love Starlight so much.”

Ochaco softens, sympathy real and true. It pains her to see history repeat itself. “I know you do, and I’m sorry, Izuku. Y/n took 7 years waiting for you. And believe me when I say that she spent half her life drowning in the exact same words you’re spewing right now.”

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𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞

Deku's birthday series 2024

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve last written. And by a hot minute, I mean 6+ months. This is the finale to Izuku’s birthday series. I hope you like it.

Prequel for context:

Izuku's Birthday Series 2023 (Secret)

Deku's birthday series 2024 (Revelation)

—

We share a Kaleidoscope. In it, the world is vast and overly saturated. The pattern is similar, but then it’s not. The view comes together and then falls apart. It is beautiful, yet it’s a mess. My memories, your emotions, and fate that likes to knot its threads to play us like puppets. I will not give up our kaleidoscope, so I pray to the stars, that you don’t give up on it too.

—

Your eyes avert upwards to meet with the eyes full of green and life, deep with knowledge and memories you both share. He’s taller than before, still shorter than Katsuki but packed with muscle he didn’t have before. Emerald green hair that’s shorter than before, but just as messy. You can tell Izuku had tried to neaten it up, only to give up because you know how stubborn it is.

Izuku bites his lip—a nervous habit—and gives you a small wave. “H-hello.”

His voice is shaky, and it’s a tad deeper, and no longer as naive-sounding as before. In front of you, the World’s Greatest Hero is trembling, hanging onto your every reaction.

You fold your hands over your chest, swallowing. “Hello.”

Aka

Izuku had been waiting for the day of your return. His birthday be damned, his number one priority is to bring you back to him. No matter what he has to sacrifice.

--

1 July: Touch Down

2 July: Sandbox Confrontation

3 July: Double Whammy

4 July: Counting the Days

5 July: Conspiracy

6 July:

7 July:

8 July:

9 July:

10 July:

11 July:

12 July:

13 July:

14 July:

15 July:

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, hi hello, I am alive

I feel like Bakugou would be the 'lets go out to have breakfast' type of boyfriend/ husband.

There's a familiar creak "Get up,"

"Noo,"

"It's time to start your day already, shithead!"

"It's 7 in the morning, Katsuki! There is no need to wake up at the ass crack of dawn-"

"GET OUT OF BED, SUNSHINE!"

--

He'd drag you out of bed and he'd force you to eat something healthy because, isn't that what he does best?

With his busy schedule packed with interviews and galas sandwiched by his patrols and co op missions, the only way he has time for you is to make time for you.

There's that one coffee shop tucked in between the winding roads of Tokyo, and he loves seeing your face light up whenever you go there because even though it's not air conditioned, even though it's a little rundown, the food is delicious and a goldmine Katsuki found after numerous attempts of trial and error.

"Did you get your ass kicked yesterday? What's with the grouchy face?" You hum while chewing, watching your boyfriend furiously type on his phone.

"Nah, Spark Plug is getting on my last nerve." He growls, jamming the call button. "Hey!" He yells, scaring the pigeons off and scattering them to the next building. "I'm out for breakfast with my wife! Want your patrol shifts? Ask Ei for them. Now stop blowing up my phone before I blow up you."

He hangs up just as he hears "You're getting soft, Kacchan-", silences his notifications, and looks up to see your face plastered with the biggest grin ever.

"You're really sweet, Kats."

"Shut the fuck up and eat your katsudon, women."

"Love ya too."

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2024 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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These are the collections of stories and series written or continued in 2024. I know I didn't write much in 2024, but the stories I did write were ones I did put a lot of effort into and stories I hoped made your day happier. Hope you enjoyed!

Italicized -> fluff

Bold -> angst

Series:

Juxtaposition

Anachronism

Revelation

𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

Muddy Water

Lucky You

Happy Ending

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ

Bakugou Is Going Soft

Hold On Tight

We Can Make Anything

Flawless

Worthy

𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔

A Price To Pay

r e q u e s t s

Semi deaf katsuki x mute reader

dk,bk,td x chubby girlfriend (seperate)

bakugou x Colombian reader

bakugou x indian american reader

"don't you feel bad that they always say baku-GO and never baku-STAY"

monoma x reader dating/pining hcs

katsuki comfort

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13. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐱

Tags: bakugoux fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst,fluff, falling in love, playing piano together

13 is an unlucky number.

20th April

There’s streamers on the ground and balloons on the ceiling. All it takes is for Katsuki to hear the confetti poppers release to realise—Oh, shit, it’s my fucking birthday.

There’s a cake Sato’s made and the class settles on the plush sofas for a movie night, but not before they bury him with his presents big and small. A year ago, he never thought he’d be able to get to where he was today a whole. Two years ago, he got his physical and mental wellbeing fucked up and almost died in war.

Katsuki looks at the candles and blows out all 18 of them, a wish caught between his lips and windpipe. When Denki and Mina pester him about it, he waves them off and tells them to die. Wishes don’t come true if you share them, after all.

I hope you will be at my birthday next year.

I wish to break Reset, wish you could be seen.

Wish I could save you.

—

There’s a knock on the door as Katsuki hollers to answer. The only thing that greets his eyes is a present wrapped neatly in the same shade of canary yellow your cord is. Shredding the wrapping paper, he’s greeted by a mini Venus flytrap as a note that falls out.

Katsuki picks the paper up and unfolds it with an inkling of who it might be from. The handwriting is shit but legible.

Happy birthday, Bakugou. Rmb to give it lots of sunlight and feed it live insects. If you can’t keep it alive for a year, you owe me 1000 yen and your thumbs.

–

Katsuki digs up the score sheet Eijiro found and reads over it again.

‘Nuvole Bianche—Duet version.’

One of the scores your professor gave him, probably. The yellow cord dances around it playfully, coiling around his finger and tugging him to the hall.

“No.” He scolds.

The string unwinds, rewinds, and circles the score, determined and unwilling to take no for an answer.

“Fuck off, would you?” He groans, flopping against his bed. After his last outburst in front of you, he’s just—he just can’t face you. His palms get sweaty and there’s a flush on his face and he can’t control his stupid heart rate. It’s not normal, and part of him has a creeping suspicion as to why.

He eyes the score again and then exhales. Katsuki can’t ignore you forever, and heroes aren’t wimps, so he grabs the score and opens his balcony window.

It hurts to be near you, but it hurts even more to stay away.

—

Katsuki wrenches open the curtains to see you playing the piano. The cord wraps around you and the instrument, sleek and black and so goddamn shiny. It seems like you’ve taken a liking to his jacket, because that’s all he ever sees you wear now. It’s grey, lint-covered fabric resting comfortably on your shoulders.

With slacks, a messy bun, thin-rimmed glasses and earpods, it seems like you were back to transcribing another song. Figures, because when you look at him and upturn your lips, his brain stutters.

“Hey.” Your eyes flicker from his face to the scoresheet in his hands. “Whatcha got there?”

Katsuki’s mind goes uhh, and he answers. “Found this in the box we got from the storage unit. Recognise it?”

Your eyes light up like stars on Christmas Eve (stars?). “So you had it!” You squeal, taking it out of his hands gingerly and smoothing it out. “I thought I lost it, or…or threw it away—”

“Slow down, blabbermouth, what the hell are you talking about?!”

You flip it to him, giving him the stupidest fucking grin he’s ever seen.

“It’s our duet!”

Katsuki looks at you like you’ve been catapulted out of a UFO.

“When we were younger, we used to play these duet pieces our professor gave us. Got bored of playing the standard ones and decided to write a duet of a song we actually liked.” Fake smiles and trembling fingers, fuck no, he refuses to make you sad now.

“We wrote a duet of Nuvole Bianche by ourselves?”

“Yeah.”

Katsuki gives you a hard stare.

“…Sensei might have helped out a little.” More staring.

“A lot.”

Silence.

You pat the piano seat and avoid eye contact. “You wanna try?”

“You’re funny, now scoot over.”

—

“Thanks for the plant, by the way.”

“Oooh, you got it? What are you gonna name it? Snappy? Chomper—?”

“The hell? I’m not gonna name it—!”

“I got it! Sir Traps-a-lot!”

“I will start eating humans if you name my plant that.”

“Aw, cannibalism.”

—

Katsuki doesn’t know what to call this. This thing he does where he draws open the curtain, gets invited to sit beside you with the sweetest smile, and relearns music notion. It may have been years since he last touched the keys, but memory lies in practice, so he picks it up after one or two days off you teaching him how to play.

See the unseen, find what has been lost.

How is he supposed to get his memories back through the power of music and friendship?

Still, honing talent takes time, and it’s time he hasn’t invested. He’s nowhere near as good as he used to be.

“You’re getting better.” You intone, staring at the way his fingers fly across the board. (It’s not fair, he’s good at everything he does.)

“You’re faster,” he grumbles. “You have a better ear for how a piece should be played too.”

“Aw, praise from the half-deaf prodigy. I’m honoured.”

He flips you off, but it’s worth it when he hears you cover your mouth and giggle like a maniac.

“Wait till I surpass you,” He mumbles, hiding his face.

His neck is burning, and he wonders why.

—

The month of May comes and goes, but you seem happier than you’ve ever been. It makes Katsuki puff up with pride, because, the grin you have on your face and the beautiful music you make is all because of him.

—

30 June

“Look, you may be damn close to being a ghost, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes.

This again.

Katsuki’s been on your case about skipping meals, but he doesn’t understand the sheer difficulty of eating meals. Meals require interactions, require you to go up to a counter and order, and if there is any possible way to reduce the constant reminder of being overlooked as possible, you’d take it.

“I’m eating.” You protest. “You don’t have to see it to know.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, obviously disagreeing, but he doesn’t go on about it.

The next day, as Class 3A passes yours during assembly dismissal, a bento is shoved into your hands, wrapped meticulously which contains the warm plastic container it’s in. You take a sneak peek in it and find egg rolls stacked neatly against carefully cooked chicken and fluffy white rice.

You look up and glance around, before finding Katsuki’s frame as he talks to Eijiro with hands shoved into his pockets.

On it, is a Post-it written with surprisingly neat handwriting.

Eat it, dork. I made it myself.

He’s making it too difficult to sweep your feelings under the carpet.

—

The last time Katsuki made you a meal was 3 years ago.

He did it for a month or so before Reset occurred, and that month was the same month you fell for him.

Wishful thinking tells you that Katsuki was falling in love with you too.

Some people fall head over heels. You got shoved into a hole and never made it out.

But now, it means something else entirely. Getting food was one of the biggest challenges since you get ignored so much. And now that it was getting worse, it was flat-out impossible to reach Katsuki’s standard of three meals a day unless you were to become a criminal.

To get the attention of someone and retain it long enough to get what you wanted…sometimes, it was better to starve.

The last time someone cooked for you, was your last family dinner 4 years ago.

To receive food cooked just for you makes your cheeks warm in appreciation as you bring it to your chest with a stupid grin on your face.

He made it for me.

You really need to stop doing this to yourself.

—

The bell rings and you’re off like a bullet.

You couldn’t wait to eat, and you could only imagine just how it tasted like.

Mine mine mine, you made it for me, just like old times, thank you, thank you, thank—

You trip over a step, and catch yourself before you fall. Eyes trace your table, and your lips pull into a frown.

It’s not there. You dig in your bag and survey your surroundings—nothing.

This isn’t fair. You see your class monitor standing by the whiteboard, mustering the courage to speak to him because no, you couldn’t lose this. Not when Katsuki made it for you.

“Hey, did you see my bento?”

He ignores you (of course), and it takes another 5 attempts and a yell to get his attention.

“Oh, you mean that plastic container?” He clarifies.

He takes in your vigorous head nodding with a monotone expression.

“I trashed it. It was sitting at the back of the classroom, rotting. No one in the class claimed it.”

I trashed it.

Confusion melts to disbelief as your expression twists to one of horror.

I trashed it. The words echo tauntingly. He says it so casually, too.

No, no, no, it’s not fair, it’s not—

“That was mine!” Your voice sounds as rough as cement, choked up and ruined.

The class monitor’s expression is listless, almost bored. “Oh, is that so?”

Anguished silence fills the room. Unbelievable.

“There was food in there—” You’re getting desperate, because how could you lose something just like that?

“Why would you throw away that? You couldn’t have—you must have noticed—!”

That pause was a fatal step, because you’re about as interesting as a house plant. His eyes are locked on something else, and you watch the familiar confusion settle in his eyes before he glances around and shakes his head.

“No, no, no—come on, listen to me—!” You try to grab his arm as he turns to walk away, but to your utter dismay and complete shock, it passes through his hand as if nothing existed there at all.

In all the three years of Reset, no matter how overlooked, how ignored, how invisible you were, that has never happened to you before.

Your feet feel numb. Your body feels numb.

Even as the lights get switched off, you stand rooted to the spot, as fear swallows you a whole.

All that’s left is the ticking of the clock, making you every bit more aware of how fast the seconds are passing you by.

You don’t have much time left.

You find your bento in a big, black rubbish bin nestled between the toilets and the water cooler. Rice spewed, egg rolls crushed, and chopsticks splintered.

—

The next time Katsuki sees you, you’re staring at your arm like it’s alien to you.

Something isn’t fucking right.

He’d expected a thank you, starry eyes like the way they lit up before when you surveyed the contents of his bento. He didn’t expect you to look just a little more…dead inside.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demands.

“My bento got trashed.” You reply tonelessly. “And my hand…passed through someone.”

“Excuse you?”

“I’m not fucking joking, Bakugou.” You show him your hand, and curl up a little more. “It’s fine now, I’m fine now.”

“Stop saying that, idiot.”

“But I am!” You shout, voice rising. “And the thing I’m more upset about…is…” You look up at him, eyes burning with regret and sorrow.

“I didn’t get to eat your bento.”

Katsuki’s heart shrivels up inside.

“You worked so hard on it, only for it to get thrown away. I’m sorry.”

He lets out a loud sigh, and sits beside you. “You’re fading away, and you have the nerve to be sorry for a fucking bento?”

“It looked like a tasty bento.”

“It’s dead, and you’re not.” He growls, eyebrows knitting together. “I’ll make you another one, okay? One that’ll blow you out of the park. Then we can meet here and eat it together, so I get to see your face while you consume the best fucking curry in the world. After that, we locate the piano to play our stupid duet on, and save you. Quit sulking.”

Your eyes snap up to him, a glare searing his face. Much better.

“I’m not sulking.”

Katsuki folds his arms, and you avert your eyes.

“Can you make egg rolls too?”

He slumps down beside you, exhaling. Success.

“Yes, I’ll make you your stupid egg rolls, Sunshine.”

139 Days Until Death.

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I'll edit this later series⌨️

A series of drabbles that I think I'll edit (but I don't)

pt 1, bakugou

pt 2, bakugou

pt 3, bakugou