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For the rest of our lives <3
Thinking about this blog and Bakudeku in the big 2025…
I am officially moving Izuku and Bakugou to this new blog. Hopefully this will help me give them activity again! Follow if you want! <3
I am officially moving Izuku and Bakugou to this new blog. Hopefully this will help me give them activity again! Follow if you want! <3
I am officially moving Izuku and Bakugou to this new blog. Hopefully this will help me give them activity again! Follow if you want! <3
I’m in the process of moving Izuku and Bakugou to another blog (also featuring other muses), I just feel like I need a soft reset for them to get back into thing. Please like this post if you want to give me you a follow over there!
I’m in the process of moving Izuku and Bakugou to another blog (also featuring other muses), I just feel like I need a soft reset for them to get back into thing. Please like this post if you want to give me you a follow over there!
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Izuku can’t take this anymore.
Him and Kacchan were supposed to be doing better. They’re no longer on opposite sides and at a loss when it comes to understanding each other. They have little issue holding normal conversations and acting like proper friends. So, why are they cycling back to making the same mistakes all over again? Why won’t Kacchan talk to him?
It’s been close to three months since Kacchan kissed him, and the shift in their dynamic gets more and more dramatic by the week.
They almost always sleep in the same bed now, often holding each other for the entirety of the night. Something that made sense at first, when Izuku had just returned from the hospital, but has long since stopped having a justifiable reason. Plus, they spend time together outside of class almost every day, and hover way more than necessary. Kacchan has even kissed him more, albeit on places like the head or the cheek where he has some form of plausible deniability.
They were acting, well… like a couple! But whenever Izuku tries to bring it up, he always gets brushed off. Questioning why Kacchan kissed him just gets him ‘because I felt like it!’ in response. As if that solves their problems! Anything else he attempts to ask about the status of their relationship also gets him similar non-answers. ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’. ‘There’s nothing to say’. ‘Stop asking that’.
And Izuku… he’s tried to give him space, to not push so hard. He’s told himself over and over again that Kacchan will come to him when he’s ready. That it’s going to happen, Kacchan just needs more time to sort things out for himself. So, Izuku has waited and waited and waited, and now he feels like he’s about to snap. How hard is it to get one straight answer?!
Apparently impossible, because trying it one more time, as Kacchan is ready to crawl into bed as usual, gets him only a muttered excuse about being tired and needing rest.
Unable to sit in his stuffy room any longer, Izuku sneaks out of the dorms and to the gym. Some late-night training is as good an idea as any to blow off steam. Even if Kacchan comes along with him, following Izuku’s half-hearted offer.
Except it doesn’t help at all. After half an hour of sparring where he’s painfully on edge, Izuku doesn’t feel any better. How could he? It’s not like fighting resolved anything!
Especially not when Kacchan points out how late it is and suggests they go back to Izuku’s room to sleep. Them. Together. As they’d been doing on continuous loop. Following a lethal pattern with nothing to show for it.
He won’t do it. Not anymore. He needs to know if him and Kacchan are on the same page! Because, god, Izuku is so achingly in love with him that it’s killing him to stay silent.
His hands curl into fists, and he locks Kacchan with a hard gaze. “Listen. We need to talk.”
biggergiants:
It’s not like Bakugou needs this information, it was pure curiosity and if he says it’s the first one he grabbed (which is odd because it would’ve been in his second drawer and not the top one), he’ll take it. What’s he gonna do? Point and accuse him of lying? As if. He’s got better things to do. Like be completely in shock when Deku speaks again, considering if he should wear darker clothes more often and then - yeah, he figures he had it coming, getting this sort of question thrown at him and causing him to sputter and lose all sense of balance. Good thing he’s holding onto the back of the couch, otherwise that question alone would’ve been enough to have him hitting the ground. Instead he stares. And stares. And proceeds to stare a few moments longer while his mouth opens and closes repeatedly as if his brain is trying to come up with an answer that Bakugou hasn’t quite caught up with yet. “Wh-What? What kind of question is that?”
The warmth in his cheeks seems to increase and he consciously makes an effort to stop what he assumes is already a very prominent blush on his face. “Of course it looks good on you, you idiot.” Well… Not exactly what he intended on saying, but sure, he’ll ride the wave. “I - I picked the shirt myself when I bought it so I like it.” There’s a tiny voice inside his head screaming that it especially likes the shirt on Deku, but he doesn’t let that comment out. “It’s a different look on you but not - not bad. I guess.” He attempts to offer a casual shrug before he clears his throat and rounds the couch only to plop unceremoniously on it. Does he purposely avoid looking at Deku? Yes, very much so.
Bad idea, bad idea! Why did Izuku ever think that’s the sort of question to ask your friend?! Well, okay, maybe it’s not so weird to say to a friend! He’s heard the girls ask what they thought of each other’s outfits a bunch of times! And he’s sure Kaminari has even asked male friends if he pulls off certain looks before, so it’s not— it’s not weird to do! Or, it uhm, shouldn’t be. But with him and Kacchan, it’s totally different! Not that the two of them aren’t friends! He’s more than thrilled that something like that is true now! He’s just… it’s just…
Gosh, what has he done? Kacchan keeps staring at him like he’s talking in a different language! And when he finally speaks it’s only to accuse Izuku of asking a stupid question!
Izuku opens his mouth, ready to sputter out the first excuse that pops into his head and brush this all off, when something catches his attention that crashes his racing mind to a halt. Is… Is Kacchan blushing? That’s a blush, isn’t it?! Wow, did he—? Did he really throw him off that much?
Oh... oh no, why is Kacchan's blushing so cute?!
Not that Izuku can sit back and enjoy it, because the next thing he knows, his own cheeks are burning hotter than ever, and he’s tempted to bury his face in his hands and scream. Was that a compliment? Did Kacchan seriously compliment him on his appearance? Sure, he tries to brush it off immediately, and corrects it to not looking ‘bad’ instead of good, but that doesn’t slow the rapid beating of Izuku’s heart.
“Oh, uhm, th-thanks, Kacchan!” Izuku shifts awkwardly between his feet and starts to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Thankfully, he’s spared from Kacchan’s piercing gaze as he moves to sit, leaving Izuku standing alone. “I guess I made a good choice, then, huh? Some of the stuff in your closet would probably look stupid on me. Not that— not that the clothes are stupid on their own! They would just suit you better, y’know? Including this shirt too, I’m sure! You always look amazing in this! It really, uhm—”
Why can’t you shut up for two seconds, Izuku?!
He coughs and forces himself to silence that train of thought. “I mean, th-thanks again for letting me borrow the shirt.”
Red Rose and White Camellia !!
@explosiveheroics || Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning
Red Rose — “I love you”
White Camellia — "You’re adorable.”
“Y-you remembered. I should have known you would.” He was still adjusting to this sensation. The feeling of being thought about--adored in every moment you were with another. He had mentioned he missed having flowers in his vase earlier in the day, and like his own personal hero, his boyfriend had come with a modest bouquet to fill it. He felt the care so strongly with Izuku. His heart could have no confusion. The feeling of contentment, of love, was beyond tangibility. It nestled warmly in his chest, his gut, his mind, all until all his thoughts were tenderly about Izuku.
He had to sit on his bed simply staring at his new flowers. Tickled pink like a child, cheeks rosy while his smile grew wide. A giggle trickled out when he finally turned to look at him, capturing his hand within his own.
“I always feel so loved with you...thank you. F-for so effortlessly loving me. I hope you know that I love you too.”
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Izuku did WHAT?!
Jeez. I have been inactive here for a while.
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“Hahaha! What, are you jealous? Can’t do an All Might impression? It’s okay, not everyone has that talent!”
“Tch. I don’t need to pretend I’m someone else! But, you should try impersonating a hero more in your league. Not someone as great as All Might.”
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He’s lost track of time in the midst of the fight. Ten minutes could’ve gone by just as much as two hours because Bakugou was completely unable to know how long it’d been. His muscles are sore, the palms of his hands begging for a break as they tremble within the already half broken equipment of his suit but he’s glad for the distraction - if he had a minute to spare to think about anything else, his mind would straight up go into Deku and that’s not a distraction he needs right now. He doesn’t need to think about what the hell made him throw caution to the wind and decide that now was a good time to act on impulse and kiss him. He also doesn’t need to think and realize that it hadn’t all been impulse.
He can think about all of that later when he’s kicking Deku’s ass for breaking an ungodly amount of bones.
There are clear signs of when the battle against the villains is dying down; the seeming leader of the group they were fighting seems to get information that he isn’t all too pleased about and yells for retreat, which catches everyone off guard - including the villains themselves. As tired as everyone was, they take the opportunity to catch the retreating figures, leaving the last two in the distance to be chased by a couple of the pro-heroes closer to them.
The mess of half broken buildings and debris that surrounds him paired with the exhausted cheers from his classmates manages to lull Bakugou into a sense of security that he enjoys only momentarily, leaning against a wall and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath that only forces him to inhale smoke and dust, that he’s quick to cough out. And by the time Aizawa appears to check up on everyone and make sure they were all still standing, he expects to see him trailing behind, ready to be embraced by everyone’s praises and congratulations.
But he’s not there. And his stomach sinks with a foreign emotion that he can’t quite name.
He was taken to the hospital. Aizawa’s voice breaks through the deafening thunder in his ears. He was in rough shape but he’ll make it.
He made it. He actually made it, that idiot. There’s a semblance of a proud smile on his lips though Bakugou doesn’t allow for it to remain there for long. He had other things to do like just straight up ditch his hero gear with Denki with very clear instructions to take it back to the dorms and making his way to the hospital, paying no mind to the odd looks he gets from every single doctor and nurse. His bruises and scratches could be taken care of later, it was nothing deadly, but he’ll be damned if that’s what stops him from checking up on Deku.
And sure, maybe he’s had to offer a couple of punches to some nurses that seemed to refuse him access to the room that UA student was in (their utterly annoying words, not his) but he finally gets through and… God, the sharp pain in his chest when he sees him lying on the bed like that - no words are good enough to describe it.
For anyone that walked in just then, they wouldn’t see much. A hard-faced Bakugou leaning against the now closed door of the hospital room, seemingly devoid of emotion. But that was as far from reality as it could ever be; his mind runs a million miles an hour trying to process the fact that he was here. Wounded and probably sleeping until the next day, he figures, but he’s there. Alive.
Still, his legs seem to deny him the satisfaction of coming closer and see it for himself, feeling the life wafting from his still frame - he feels weak and blames it on the rush of adrenaline that is slowly but surely making him crash though in the back of his mind there’s a voice that calls him out, calls him an idiot because it’s not that but something akin to concern for him.
Get a grip. Once he finally manages to make his legs move, Bakugou is slow to approach the bed. His chest tightens at how small he looks. Powerless. Even without a quirk, he’d always looked so big and full of life and now - he doesn’t want to think about it. He refuses. So instead his hand lifts from his side and hovers above Deku’s for a few moments - he’s so tempted to touch him, to feel warmth seeping from his skin, a reassurance that he’s alive - but soon enough he gives up on second guessing every single thing he’s doing and finally does it. It’s brief, only enough for his palm to burn with the touch before his hand is by his side once more, a scoff escaping his mouth just as quickly. “Stupid Deku.”
He shakes his head before deciding to settle in for the night on the chair next to the bed. He pulls it closer to where he sleeps peacefully and finally sits down, laying his head on crossed arms just beside the hand he’d briefly touched. “Just wake up, you idiot. Don’t leave me hanging. My back’s going to hurt tomorrow and it’s going to be your fault.”
The deep ache in his bones is the first sensation Izuku registers when he stirs. His whole body feels heavier than it should, and exhaustion lingers even as he pushes his way into consciousness. There is a steady beeping sound echoing in the room and the smell of something sterile fills the air. Oh. He’s used to this, isn’t he? It just takes his muddled brain another minute to put together why.
He’s in the hospital. He’d been hurt again.
Did he lose a lot of blood? What had— right. He’d… been in a battle. All those Pros and third years working together to take down a big villain group. The crazy plan they’d come up with for him to sneak up and engage, dismantling everything from the inside by taking down the center of their operation, their secret weapon. He remembers… getting hit with some attacks there, but his injuries must have been more serious than he’d realized.
And there was… a kiss. Kacchan kissed him. Oh gosh, he hadn’t dreamed that part, had he?
Strengthened by the influx of emotions that came with the phantom sensation of Kacchan’s lips against his, Izuku blinks open his eyes. The room is fairly dark, so it must be late, and other than the sound of the equipment, it is silent. Izuku’s scan halts as he lands on an outline by his bed. Beside him, laying his head next to Izuku’s hand, is that…?
“K-Kacchan,” he breathes. His chest feels sore when he talks and his voice comes out all croaky, but it’s okay. That doesn’t matter right now. What’s important is that he’s here and they’re together.
All the training Kacchan helped him with over the years has paid off. All those survival instincts he made sure were jammed into Izuku’s head taking control. And with that, Kacchan had trusted him to win that fight. And he did. He’s back. He’s alive. And he thinks this might be the most relieved he’s ever been to be so.
Kacchan’s asleep, or… he was, because it looks like the sound of Izuku’s voice caused him to stir a little. Heh, that’s Kacchan, alright. Always on high alert.
Yet, he manages to look so peaceful lying there, even with his new bruises. Izuku is tempted to reach out and caress them, if only he knew whether such a touch would be welcomed or rejected. He focuses instead on Kacchan’s soft hair, the expression on his face, the curves of his features. Gosh, he really is… so beautiful.
Izuku’s chest is warm simply watching him there. Kacchan, he… he really wants to be here. By his side, sticking close. Izuku knows Kacchan is constantly looking out for him, protecting him, whether he admits to it or not. He cares, he really cares, and Izuku cares too. He’d fought hard for this. Tooth and nail to make it back to Kacchan, specifically. For Kacchan. It always came back to him. And really, it’s more than just care Izuku feels, it’s— it’s—
It’s love, isn’t it?
His face burns red, and his hand flinches, pulling away from where it had been unintentionally hovering over Kacchan’s own, as if he were preparing to hold on tight. Yikes. Not now. He doesn’t need to do any of that now! Or be thinking too deeply about any of this! He almost died and he’s recovering. That’s— that’s the priority! He might not even be— be thinking straight and—
Oh gosh, Kacchan’s opening his eyes!
Izuku smiles at him, as wide and bright as he can manage in his relatively weak state, and he thinks he pulls it off without looking suspicious. He is so glad he’s there, after all. He doesn’t need to hide how much that means. When he speaks, he keeps his voice soft. “H-Hey, how are you? You’re not hurting at all, are you?”
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Kazuma’s running into the living room where Bakugou and Eijirou are, and comes to a stop after a bit of a slide thanks to his socks. He puffs out his chest and has both hands on his hips.
“I AM HERE!”
What the hell is going on here? If Katsuki didn’t see Pompadour standing in front of him, he would almost think... No. He can’t be that good at impersonating All Might! Not him!
“How the hell are you doing that?!”
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“Not my fault it’s winter. Guess I’ll go ahead and nap though! Wake me up when we get there.”
Katsuki nudges his shoulder upwards to bump Eijirou before he could doze off. “I don’t care if it’s winter, no napping! What the hell am I supposed to do if you nap the whole way there?!”