Kacchako Angst Week

Welcome to the official Kacchako Angst Week! This is a yearly event dedicated to the characters of Bakugou Katsuki and Uraraka Ochako from My Hero Academia. This event will take place October 15-21 each year. Sidebar picture was created by @roraewrites!

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The first year of Kacchako Angst Week has come to an end. We would like to thank everyone who participated in this event and to everyone supporting all of the talented fanwork! If you haven’t been able to post your entries, don’t worry!  We would like to remind everyone that late entries will be accepted!

Again, we all thank you for participating! It was a wonderful turnout for being the first angst event for this lovely pairing. Please stay tuned for more event notices which you can find on our blog under the “other events” link.

[katsuchako]

Day Three // Nightmares Words // 2676 Rating // T + (language) Warning // Mentions self-harm, and graphic descriptions; some may find it disturbing.

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[athenaevm-moved]

somebody make me feel alive and shatter me

summary: she wants to forget the anguished screams trying to corrupt her, longing to wrap herself in a blanket of strength and security and he provides that, knowing full well she was never his to begin with. pairing: katsuki/ochako word count: 5459 theme: day 3; nightmares

a/n: rated m for shameless smut, and this is a part of @kacchakoangstweek! 

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[animeniac]

Title: Z Fandom: BNHA Pairing: Katsucha; Kacchako; Bakuraka Genre: Angst  Warning: Implied character death Word count: 500 words probably. Prompt: Grief Summary: Kirishima handed this letter to the grieving Uraraka from her late husband.

A/N: I’m late as always. Sigh. It’s called Z because Z is the last letter and this is the last letter he writes. And sleep is a motif so it’s like catching Z’s. Get it? Heh…haha…I cried writing this. Let us pray that I was in character.

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[hondaroo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

KACCHAKO ANGST WEEK 2017: DAY 3 “NIGHTMARES” & DAY 4 “SACRIFICE” (CONNECTED)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako

Rating: Teen and Up

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1094

NO SUMMARY THIS TIME.

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Beyond Neverland [1/?]

A/N: a/n: Take a journey with I to the Neverland sky… But beware what you may find. There are many a way Peter Pan can be portrayed, if only you use your mind. *Read with caution, I took a lot of this chapter from my childhood.Rated M; TRIGGER WARNING. Mentions of self harm, substance abuse, implied child abandonment/abuse, implied character death.

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Pairing: Kacchako 

Word Count: 2k

Rating: M

Summary: Dreams are wishes your heart makes; and dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have everything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. [Peter Pan Au] [Kacchako]

This may qualify under @kacchakoangstweek Day 1: Grief??

Ao3 | BMAC | FF.net

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“Katsuki, would you miss me?” Uraraka side glanced over at Bakugou.

“HAH?” 

“You know, if I left, would you miss me?” 

“Oi, don’t say shit like that. There is nothing that could take you away from me.” He leaned over a bed of white to kiss her beautifully round forehead. Her sad tender smile pulled every heart string he seemed to have. He had to figure this out. They couldn’t give up. They would find.. A dainty hand interrupted him from his thoughts. 

“Promise me. Promise you’ll keep living. Promise you won’t close yourself off to the world. Promise me, that all your days will be filled with hope. Promise me, Bakugou. Please.”

“Tch. You know I could never deny you anything, angel face.” He scoffed as her cheeks puffed up. That fighting spirit he loved so dearly.  

“I promise, Uraraka.” Burying his head into her neck, cherishing the smell of her. “I promise.”

[blondthndrninja]

So I found some time to write a one-shot for Kacchako Angst Week. I decided to try Day 3 which the prompt was ‘Nightmares’. I kind of struggled to make it angsty but I think I was able to get my point across. Mostly has Uraraka experiencing low self-esteem and Bakugou having angry feelings. Anyways, hope you guys are willing to put up with a small angst drabble. 

Title: Punching Nightmares 

Rated: Everyone

Pairing: implied Bakugou Katsuki X Uraraka Ochako

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[teavious]

these violent delights have violent ends; day 2

fandom: boku no hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugou / uraraka ochako

summary: unrequited love, written for day 2 of kacchako angst week (i know i’m running behind, but i will fill up all the prompts, however late!!) ALSO ON AO3

The air grows hot around you with her sight. It’s familiar and comforting, the name at the top of your tongue, but swallowed when someone else is faster in catching her attention. You’ve been selfish all your life and it’s utterly dumb and pathetic to start acting otherwise when it matters the most; but around Uraraka it became hard to be anything but soft and compliant to her wishes.

If you hadn’t seen and felt and tasted what she’s capable of with that Quirk of hers, you would have blamed some kind of brainwashing technique. As it is right now, you’re simply looking at her back, held straight, hands enthusiastically waving around while discussing with some of her friends – and recognize in this fragile frame the strength to damage you.

The admiration is palpable in your gut, a looming pain caught in your throat, and you try not to linger on that touch she receives for way too many seconds at her shoulder – failing miserably in the process. You try not to set off an explosion the moment she turns her smiling face upon you, only to fall when actually registering who you are, shoulders hunching.

You know, logically, that you wouldn’t be a wanted sight – and yet, you can’t quite stop the flashing hurt from showing on your face, the fingers from forming a fist at your side, nerves made up all of frustration. She’s soft and kind, and maybe part of the lack of your usual reactions is this: making her actually question it.

She approaches, a smile on her face – fake, you know, but a smile nonetheless. Your name on her lips the greatest sound to your ears, and your heart beats so hard in your chest that you fear she might hear it, she might think it less than it actually is. You’re torn between wanting her to know, give you hope or crush whatever sparks beyond existing, and not know, allow you this bitter sweet torture for longer, still.

She’s surprisingly warm in her inquiry about your well-being and life in general, and yet the casual tone, when so much goes on inside your head – damn it, inside your heart, even – is the drop that fills the glass of frustration.

“Can you please shut the fuck up?” You don’t know when your voice stopped coming loud and raw, since these words are barely heard by the girl in front of you, and the sounds are chipped at the edges, the last words almost a hiccup.

Your nails bite painfully in the skin of your hands, and you refuse to look at her face, despite her confusion being palpable. Her fingers grazing at your shoulder in concern make you shudder.

“You don’t really care, not- “ not how you’d like her to, but the words die on your lips as she takes a step back from you, frowning.

“Katsuki-“ she starts; stops with the first spark flying off at your fingertip. She puffs out her chest, raises her head to finally meet your eyes, tries again.

“Katsuki.”

“What?”

This time, your words are as cutting as you want them, but Uraraka’s smile is finally genuine, and so they lose all fire.

“You need to stop.”

The breath hitches in your throat, your hands flex. Even when the purpose is to end, to hurt – she’s surprisingly strong-willed. You liked that about her to begin with, you appreciated her relentless optimism and strive to move further. If you’re the one keeping her still, you cannot bear to wear any ill-intent towards her.

Her hand brushes through your hair, a gesture half-soothing, half-painful. If you weren’t this close, an almost embrace now, really, you would’ve missed her whispered apologies, the way in which, for a second, her face contorted like she shared your pain.

You’re the first one to break the moment: embarrassing for your image as a hero, absolutely devastating for your first love. Before you get to walk away, she offers one last comfort:

“Ne, you’ll find someone stronger, better, okay?”

It’s the first time she saw Katsuki Bakugou smile, and when she’ll remember this moment, she’ll oversee the tears at the corner of his eyes.

“You are the strongest hero I know, round face.”

[athenaevm-moved]

why did I fall in love with you

summary: he’s stuck in a monochrome world, where the colors that should be blooming are not and his entire life is turned upside down when he realizes there is such a thing as being too late. pairing: katsuki/ochako word count: 3358 theme: day 2; unrequited love // modern au

a/n: this is a part of @kacchakoangstweek!

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[i-masshiro]

If Heartbreak

Kacchako Angst Week Day 2: Unrequited Love

Word Count: 1640 words

Rating: T

Summary: “It’s 9:20PM on a Thursday night and tonight’s the night. Ochako was going to tell him how she felt.”

A/N: No real warning for this one. Just heartache.

Ochako practices in front of the mirror.

The mirror itself was a cheap hand mirror worth 250 yen that she had found at a nearby convenience store. It was made of flimsy pink plastic and glass that was already cloudy with her fingerprints and peeling around the edges. She wasn’t one to splurge but in that one moment she had decided to indulge in herself. She had bought the hand mirror and had brought it back to her dorm and was now sitting at the edge of her bed, her oven mitts clenched tight around the thin handle as she practiced her confession.

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[teavious]

these violent delights have violent ends ; day 1

fandom: boku no hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugou / uraraka ochako

summary: grief ; written for kacchako angst week (sorry i’m late! & also on AO3)

They know, logically, that being a hero means facing danger at all turns, putting your life on the line so others won’t have to. The flashing publicity and exciting fans are a nice plus, but overall just a cover to all the troubles a hero has to go through. They know, logically, that no one cares about what happens after the villain is defeated: the trembling that doesn’t go away for days, the vacant stares, the nights spent throwing up because efforts are futile, and the world has almost no chance of getting better.

The world cares only when one of its protectors fall; and Midoriya Izuku goes out like a flame, like all the goodness left on Earth extinguished with the last breath he took. The best of heroes dies destroying a threat; threats become all other heroes who have known him.

Katsuki Bakugou explodes when he finds out; there’s no other way to put it, and the whole building lights up with rage. When they eventually find him between debris, hurt and bleeding, he’s crying. For a damned idiot friend who always only wanted to selflessly help. He’d have punched some sense back into Deku… if only he was still here.

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[eunchanmini]

Kacchako angst week Day 2- Unrequited love

[hondaroo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

KACCHAKO ANGST WEEK 2017: DAY 2 “UNREQUITED LOVE”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (mentioned Midoriya x Uraraka)

Rating: Teen and Up

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 607

Summary: Bakugou had his reasons to hate that fucking nerd. Midoriya made him feel weak, challenged his independence, received effortlessly everything that Katsuki ever desired. But he most hated Deku for being a thief. And he hated himself for letting him steal her away. 

[katsuchako]

Day Two // Unrequited Love Words // 2100 Rating // T + (language)

Day after day, night after night, he’d kiss her on the forehead and tell her just how much he loved her — he’d never get tired of looking into those warm, caramel eyes that she possessed, and he’d never get tired of feeling the soft pads of her fingers run down his elbow as she walked away from him, a soft smiling colored on her face. Tresses of brown, short locks always tickled his nose when he’d fall asleep with her in bed, his arms holding her close as he fell asleep each and every night.

Bakugou could remember all the smiles, all the different expressions that would pass over her face whether she’d be happy, sad, upset, or even shocked — they all had a spot engraved in his mind and he could remember every look and base her current state of mind just off of how she looked from day to day. Except one day, he saw a face he had never seen before and it flustered him.

She sat across the table from him, a warm cup of coffee in her small hand, her eyes scanning through a book she had randomly picked up and now Uraraka sat quietly in front of him.

“Oi.” He called, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched her sit in silence. He was eating breakfast the moment she sat down, and he pointed his spoon at her, eyes narrowing when she didn’t respond. “What’s up with you, Angel Face?”

Her silence and slight shuffle made his heart clench in his chest, but he didn’t have time for this silent treatment shit. Last night they had cuddled before falling asleep in eachother’s arms, and now she sat in silence, her eyes cast down at her book. Bakugou took another bite of his cereal, his jaw chewing slowly as he waited for the smallest of sounds to fall through lips that he absolutely loved. He could feel the beating in his chest quicken, a tight knot forming in his throat as she continued to be quiet, her mug of coffee coming to touch her bottom lip before she took a small drink.

“What time do you get off work today?” Her raspy voice sounded almost too hurt and too broken for his liking. He put his spoon down in his bowl before leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, trying to hide the the drumming of his heart that was erupting from his chest. He simply swallowed before scoffing — a gentle smirk made its way to his lips.

“The usual time,” he declared, his voice not faltering as he continued to look at her small, petite stature. She took another sip of coffee, her focus solely on her book and it was really starting to irritate him that she was acting like this. Had he said something that pissed her off? Or had he done anything recently that she didn’t like? It was too much for his mind to process, and as he began to push his chair out from the table, she finally glanced up at him.

It was clear to him now that something was definitely on her mind; her eyes looked almost glazed over, unfocused chocolate irises staring him down. He stopped himself from standing, his large palm coming to lie flat on the table as he raised a brow at her. The look in her eyes was absolutely foreign, and it was clear to him that something uncomfortable was settling in the air around them.

“I’ve been thinking,” she stated, her eyes staying on him as she brought her hand into her lap. “Things have been different for us lately.”

“What?” The word fell from his lips before he could even process just what in the fuck she was saying. His other hand came to push against the table as he stood from his seat, his facial features softening before he took a step towards her. He could see the way she tensed the moment he took a step in her direction, and instead of pursuing her, he stopped. Bakugou’s fiery eyes looked down on her, and when she looked at him, he couldn’t even tell that this was the girl he had fallen in love with months ago. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something sat directly on his heart and began to claw at his chest; he could feel something tighten at the base of his throat as he continued to look down at her.

“Oi, what’re you talking about?” His jaw tightened as he waited, and his eyes narrowed as he continued to look down at her. He wasn’t sure what passed through her eyes, but he could hardly see a flicker in those warm, comforting irises of hers anymore. “Uraraka—”

“I’ve just been thinking,” she stated, her lips pursing as she thought about what to say next. The slow rise and fall of her chest concerned him, made his heart tighten in his own chest, because he knew where this fucking conversation was going, and he never thought that it would actually happen. Whenever he looked at her, all he could see was happiness, and all he could think about was the future he wanted to have with her.

Katsuki could feel his fingers tremble, and it pissed him off because he didn’t tremble. He wasn’t weak, and emotions and feelings were never his thing, but the fact that he felt himself growing weak because of her — he never thought that they’d go through this.

Her quiet voice was no longer soothing to him; he felt himself growing worked up and in due time, he had his teeth clenched and his hands balled into tight fists, trying to calm the shaking in his fingers and the numb beating in his chest. He fucking knew what she was going to say, and it was like a train to his fucking heart.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

His mind had completely shattered; his eyes narrowed and his body had undergone a complete numb trance. Bakugou couldn’t even get his mind kickstarted, he was too busy trying to process the words and make sense of just where in the hell this had come from. Now that he started to think about it, she had been shying away from his touches, and she hadn’t been giving him those large, bright smiles that would show her dimples — he was sick to his stomach,  nausea rolling in his mind as the air had been knocked from his lungs. He found it hard to breathe, hard to stand and hard to look at her anymore.

He turned his head away from her, trying to hide the look of sorrow and agony that had completely filled rose colored irises. A scoff broke through before he ran his tongue over dry lips, his head shaking as he tried to process just what in the fuck was going on still. “You can’t just stop one day, cheeks.” He spoke through with a hoarse voice, his voice hardly echoing in their dining room. “You told me you loved me. You told me that you wanted to have a future with me. You told me—” he had to stop for a moment, stop and calm the rapid beat of his heart and hold down the tears that had started in the base of his throat. “Were you just fucking lying the entire time, Uraraka?”

His eyes found hers, angry and confused as he waited for her answer. She wasn’t phased by his words, nor did it look like she could care less about anything he had just said or asked. It was unlike her, and it was tearing him apart on the inside; his entire body trembled lightly now.

“It started a couple months ago,” she finally admitted through soft lips and a small blush. She looked almost defeated, her chocolate eyes glowing with a sadness that he had only ever seen a few times. Bakugou even picked up on the cracking of her voice, and it fucking tore him apart completely. “I just— I just started to fall out of love with you day by day.”

He took a step towards her, completely dumbfounded by how this could’ve happened, but her voice stopped him in his tracks. “Please don’t come near me. I’ve made my decision, and I’m standing my ground, Katsuki.”

His first name fell from her lips, and it was like a knife to a scarred over wound; it fucking hurt, and she was driving the blade deep into his skin and twisting it the more she talked. The moment his fingers curled into tighter fists, he could feel his nails bite into the palms of his hands.

“It’s not because of anything you did.” She spoke softly, and he fucking knew the next words that were about to fall out of her pretty little mouth, and he did not want to fucking hear it.

“Forget it,” he choked out. His entire throat felt dry now, his eyes growing glossy as he took a step away, a cocky smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I gave you everything I had. I made sacrifices for you, and I did anything I could to love you the right way, Uraraka. If that’s what you want, then so be it.”

Bakugou finally turned his back to the girl he had fallen for; chocolate colored irises that shimmered with promises, soft, auburn that would brush against his nose when they cuddled close at night and a smile that always put his heart at ease. He was turning his back on it all — moving forward, and never looking back. So what if they lived together? So what if she had engraved herself and all of their fondest and most intimate of memories in his mind for as long as he lived? He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki; a survivor, a warrior — emotions wouldn’t get in his way and he wouldn’t let some shitty feelings surface and make him look weak.

“I have to go to work.” He muttered softly, his hand grabbing his bowl of breakfast that contained soggy cereal. He dumped it, rinsed the bowl and turned his back again before her quiet voice echoed out to him.

“I did love you.” She mentioned softly, as if she was trying to mock him and all the feelings he ever felt for her. “And I always will, but I won’t ever love you in all the right ways. Not like you love me.”

And it made his heart clench in his chest, his throat tighten before he felt hot tears gather at his waterlines. He bit into his lip, welcoming the hot, copper flavor of blood as it stretched across his tongue. Her voice was like silk — soft and enticing, and he would never hear her soft words filled with promises, or feel his lips on hers ever again.

He felt a pull in his chest as he took his steps away from her, his mind trying to process the loss that he just underwent. Bakugou knew that it wouldn’t be easy, he’d never forget nights filled with their most intimate of moments, or the warm kisses they shared, or even the first hug he had ever given her. She dared to test him, defy his glares and work through his walls until she had made it into his heart — Uraraka had claimed that piece of him, and he’d be damned if he said that she never owned even a piece of it.

His hand shoved the door open, his strides long and even as he threw the door shut behind him. He couldn’t believe that his relationship had ended; he hadn’t even realized the way she slowly started to shut him out, the glimmering light in her eyes fading, or even when she quit accepting the love he wanted to give to her. It was burning a fucking hole in his chest, his eyes watering over something that shouldn’t fucking bother him, but he couldn’t swallow back the pain anymore.

Bakugou Katsuki was never good with his feelings, but when it came to Uraraka, he gave it his all and now he was left with nothing. He had fallen for her, and when he did, he discovered what love had truly felt like. But now without her being, and her support and her uplifting spirit, he felt nothingness; he felt an empty hole in his chest, a hole where his heart had once belonged.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, uraraka ochako - Relationship Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, kacchako angst week, kacchako angst week 1, uraraka ochako/unidentified person Series: Part 1 of kacchako angst week Summary:

she is radiant. more radiant than the last time he had remembered her. then again, he has watched her bathe in the spotlight of attention, glory of victory, the glow of being loved. she is always radiant. always out of reach.

prompt: unrequited love

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: OC Character Death, kacchako angst week, kacchako angst week 1, Drabble Series: Part 1 of kacchako angst week Summary:

being a legal hero comes with their own set of problems. bakugou and uraraka deal with theirs differently.