Hey so I really liked this story so I decided to make a second chapter. Basically it’s more bkdk fluff (here’s part one)
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Katsuki suddenly has a lot to think about. Last night, totally unprompted and totally not unwelcomed, Deku decided on his own free will to crawl into Katsuki’s bed and demand Katsuki to hold him. Honestly? Who is Katsuki to refuse such an offer?
However, this is Deku we’re talking about. The same fucking Deku that would snivel and cry yet not give up in a fight no matter how beaten down he was. The same fucking Deku Katsuki watched time and time again almost die because he has no value on his life (which, side not, that is something they are definitely going to have to talk to him about). The same fucking Deku that’s been on the edge of his mind for his whole life. Sure, some of those thoughts lingered around Deku’s mouth. And yes, maybe some of those thoughts led elsewhere, but that’s beside the point!
Katsuki grabs his pillow and screams into it. How, oh how, did Katsuki Bakugou ever get in a situation like this?
See, this wouldn’t normally be an issue if it weren’t for the fact that Katsuki’s heart was most definitely slamming against his chest almost all last night. He’s only ever associated that feeling with a fight, and Katsuki knows for a fact that they weren’t fighting.
Katsuki’s not dumb. He’s not entirely immune to emotions and feelings. Hell, he’s had his fair share of crushes in his life, but those were way before middle school. (Okay, that’s a lie. He may or may not have had a crush on a few of the boys in his class, but those were quickly pummeled away before they could go any farther. Don’t tell Kirishima.)
What he’s feeling for Deku is definitely not a crush. It’s more of a… childhood friends turned enemies turned rivals turned hey, let’s occasionally sleep together because neither of us knows how to sleep alone anymore, yeah? That’s it. That is exactly what they are.
“I,” Katsuki whispers to his ceiling, “do not like Deku. I hate him.”
He did not, but it’s easier to say that than anything else. This mantra repeats in his head until he’s almost certain that he believes it. It seems to work, especially when they’re in the locker room almost a week later and somebody brings up relationships.
“Yeah, we’re going to go get lunch Sunday. Got the release forms and everything,” Sero says to the Kaminari. He grabs his uniform jacket. “I’m really excited.”
Kaminari slaps Sero on the back. “Hell yeah, man! Hey, does she have any single friends?”
“Dunno, but I can ask.”
“Sero, my pal, my dude, you are the bestest friend ever.”
“Pretty sure that’s not a word, Kaminari.”
Katsuki frowns into his locker. He should have expected this. They’re high school students, so dating is not totally out of the question. He can’t help but feel slightly behind in that regard.
But then he reminds himself that if he’s going to be the Number One Hero™, then he has no time for trivial things like relationships and dating and (dare he say it) kissing.
“So, Midoriya,” the grape fucker’s voice rings out. Katsuki tries not to look at them. “You’re popular with the ladies. I caught you behind the school the other day with some pretty girl confessing! Tell me, tell me! She’s got big boobies, right? You said yes, right?”
Kirishima walks over, crossing his arms. His mouth curls in disgust. “Dude, too far.” Then he looks up to Deku. “But yeah, Midoriya. We all heard about it and kinda want to know how it went.”
Next to him, Deku’s face goes bright red. Katsuki denies the fluttering in his stomach, choosing to ignore whether it’s because of delight or jealousy. He pulls out his tie, pretending not to listen.
“Oh, well, um…” Deku’s voice trails off, and out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki can see how red his face is. Cute. Turning back to his locker, Deku hides his face. “I turned her down,” he whispers.
This time, the butterflies Katsuki elects to ignore are definitely from delight.
Deku comes again, later that week. Katsuki’s full attention is on his small TV screen, the controller in his hand warm from lengthy use, and he’s just about to beat the boss when there’s a knock at the door. Quickly, he pauses it, the threat dying in his throat when the door opens and Deku slips inside.
“The fuck? Deku, it’s late.” Katsuki says, rocking his chair back. It takes a second to register his red-rimmed eyes and shiny lips. By then, Deku has already made his way to Katsuki.
He fully expects him to climb into Katsuki’s bed, as per their unsaid rules of whatever the hell it is they have going on, but Katsuki only stares in amazement as Dekuk crawls into his lap and buries his face into Katsuki’s shoulder. “H-hey!” he splutters. Real smooth.
“I’m sorry,” Deku whispers. His arms loop Katsuki’s middle. “Just go back to your game. I’ll move if I’m in the way.”
Suddenly, he is infinitely grateful that Deku isn’t looking at him because his face is certainly a bright shade of red. He doesn’t say anything to Deku before unpausing the game and finishing the fight. It’s hard to play like this, but Deku’s warmth and sobs keep him from moving, so he stays. If this is what the nerd needs, then the nerd gets.
A cut scene comes along, and Katsuki takes this opportunity to hug the nerd back. He won’t let himself go any farther; no kisses or sweet nothings to be had. Sure, he might have slipped up a few nights ago (okay, twice, but who’s counting?), but Deku was asleep then! He wouldn’t have noticed! Not like now when he is very, very much awake and very, very much moving.
It’s not a lot of movement, but every time the nerd shifts his hips to get comfortable, Katsuki notices. Oh boy, does he notice. It’s a totally normal reaction for a teenage boy to have on his crush rival! Especially when said rival is sitting on his lap and practically grinding on him.
Deku’s fingers grasp the bottom of Katsuki’s shirt, and he nearly explodes. Okay, Katsuki, think of puppies, kittens, Kirishima’s god awful--shit no, don’t think about Kirishima! Girls, think of girls! Mom and Dad! Oh, shit, I got to call them, don’t I?
“Kacchan,” Deku whispers, his small voice bringing Katsuki out of his attempt to calm down. “Thank you.”
“For what, nerd?”
On the screen, Katsuki’s avatar finds a treasure chest full of useless items. He’ll have to sell those later to buy something good.
Deku doesn’t answer, so Katsuki focuses his attention back on the game. He feels Deku’s lips on his neck. It’s soft, barely there, and probably not intentional, but it makes his brain go haywire nonetheless. He fumbles while trying to take down the miniboss and loses half a life.
Eventually, Katsuki has enough and saves the game. Deku shifts again. “Oh. Are you done?”
He grunts in response. The controller hangs loose in his hands as he wraps his arms around Deku, hearing him squeak. It takes a couple of seconds for the nerd to relax again, but when he does, he starts crying again.
“I had a nightmare again,” Deku whispers. Saying nothing, Katsuki rubs his back. His mom used to do that when he was a kid, and it never failed to make him feel better. Occasionally, whenever Deku would sleep over and he’d have a nightmare, she would rub his back, too.
Katsuki buries his nose into Deku’s curls. They’re still wet and frizzy from his bath. (That’s another thing they’re going to have to talk about.) “Wanna…” he pauses, unsure of himself. “Wanna talk about it?”
They don’t talk about the nightmares. It’s another unspoken rule between the two; you have a nightmare and you go back to sleep. That’s just how they did it.
But this time is different. The last time was different, too. Deku came in here, on his accord, asked Katsuki to hold him, and dealt with the nightmares in a different way. So, yeah, maybe their unspoken rules can be bent and broken once in a while.
Deku sniffles and pulls away, green eyes glassy. The light from the TV and desk lamp makes it hard to see anything but shadows on his face, but Katsuki has known Deku long enough to know exactly how he looks crying. “It’s stupid,” Deku mutters.
“Yeah, and so is Dunce Face, but we still put up with him.”
“You don’t.”
“That’s not the point. What’s the nightmare?”
He cracks a smile before wiping his eyes. “I’m going to tell Kaminari you said that.” Seeing Katsuki’s determined stare, Deku sighs. “Sometimes, I dream of you dying. Or it’s me. Or it’s everyone else. I just… I feel so helpless and I can’t do anything about it and-and--” His words are cut off as he gasps for air. “They just won’t stop.”
Katsuki does something he might regret; he takes Deku’s face in his hands. It’s wet underneath his palms, but he doesn’t pay attention to that. He does, however, pay attention to how soft his cheeks are or how bright his eyes shine. Katsuki suddenly feels the urgent need to kiss him.
“Do you…?” he starts to ask but trails off. This has never been a spoken thing between them. If he says it out loud, he might break the fragile thing they have set up. They’re swimming through uncharted territory, fumbling along as they try to make sense of what is up and what is down.
Thankfully, Deku seems to know what he’s trying to say. A scarred hand lays across one of Katsuki’s as Deku smiles at him. “Can I?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
It doesn’t occur to Katsuki until now that he could be asking a double-loaded question. What he means to ask is if Deku wants to sleep here, yet he also recognizes that he very well could be asking to do more. He tries not to look down at Deku’s lips, tries to keep his gaze locked onto Deku’s, but he ultimately fails. Hopefully, Deku doesn’t notice.
He does notice, and Katsuki notices him noticing, and it’s enough to make his heart do somersaults.
There’s a new question hanging between them. This one is exhilarating and terrifying and makes Katsuki rethink his entire position about relationships and dating and (he dare says) kissing. His fingers find their way to the curls at the nape of his neck. They’re not as soft as Katsuki thought they would be, but they still feel nice.
Katsuki nods, answering both questions at once.
At first, his lips are barely there, but when Katsuki doesn’t pull away, he presses further. He rather likes his lips. He also likes how Deku is obviously just as inexperienced as he is, and he especially likes how Deku breaks up the kiss because he’s smiling.
“I, um, yeah.” Deku rests his forehead on his. “Was that okay?”
Katsuki opens his eyes, and he sees that he’s already looking back at him. His cheeks are still wet from his tears, which he finds disgusting. Unfortunately, his tissues are too far away.
“It was fine or whatever.”
Deku knows he’s lying; his shit-eating grin tells him so. He pokes at Katsuki’s ribs, causing him to yelp. “It was fine, Kacchan?” Deku laughs. “Only fine?”
“Ah! S-stop! Deku!”
“Admit it! It was good!”
Katsuki locks eyes with him, his own fingers coming up to Deku’s sides. When Deku squeaks, he smirks. “I will say no such thing.”
“Kacchan! Sto-o-op!”
There’s banging on the wall before Kirishima yells, “Shut up!”
They try to wiggle away from each other, but with Deku’s legs locked around Katsuki’s waist and Katsuki balancing in his chair, they only manage to crash on the floor. Groaning, he rubs his arm. “Fuck you,” he mutters.
“You okay?” Deku’s green eyes are alight with mirth as he stares at Katsuki. It makes his heart flutter with unease and excitement. He nods.
In this moment, he realizes that his stupid face is actually rather beautiful. The soft glow of the desk lamp highlights his freckles and scars, his cheeks flushed from laughter, and Katsuki thinks he might be falling a little bit. They’re staring at each other, both not wanting to break this tension. It’s electrifying and exhilarating and makes Katsuki absolutely terrified of what he’s feeling. Deku’s legs are entangled with his, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching over and interlacing their fingers together.
“I liked it,” he whispers, almost afraid to break this little bubble of theirs, and they don’t break eye contact as he whispers, “and I think I’m starting to like you.”
Deku smiles at him. “I think I’m starting to like you, too.”
It takes them several moments for them to even think about getting into bed, and when they do, Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to pull him close. His fingers trace random fingers on top of his shirt, and he smiles. Maybe crushes aren’t so bad after all.
When the rubble of the war is settled, Kaminari Denki is amongst those who don't survive. It's five years later and his friends are given one last chance to say goodbye.
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The cool Spring air nips at Bakugou’s face, but he’s too distracted by his friends to even care. Kirishima’s and Ashido’s arms are wrapped around his waist while Sero and Jiro laugh at the stumbling three behind them. They’re making so much noise and people are looking and there’s so much happening that nobody even cares at this point. The alcohol has well wormed itself into their systems and doesn’t appear to be leaving any time soon. Bakugou’s okay with this. For one night, one night out of the entire year, he’ll be okay with this.
“Oh!” Ashido cries and releases her hold on Bakugou’s waist. She grabs at Kirishima’s arms, pulling him away too and making him spin her. “I don’t want this night to end!”
Sero laughs. “We’re just heading to Bakugou’s, not to bed.”
“I don’t remember inviting you lot over.”
“Nah, we invited ourselves. It’s best you go along with it, Blasty,” Jiro says before she dives back into her conversation with Sero. The nickname strikes a chord in his stomach, but Bakugou’s too drunk to pay much attention to it.
He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about the five years that have passed, he doesn’t want to think about his scars or their scars, and he definitely doesn’t want to think about the lack of scars. Instead, he focuses on the people here and his best friend waiting for him at home.
There’s a crash coming from the alley next to him, and one quick look at his friends shows that none of them heard it. Really, he should keep walking. It’s probably a cat (and heavens knows he doesn’t need another one of those) or maybe even some wannabe loser villain someone on duty can take down. But Bakugou can’t help himself from stopping, especially after he hears whining.
“Hey, dumbass,” he calls out. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re looking for, but it ain’t gonna be in that trash pile! It’s not exactly the comfiest in there.”
The whining continues, and Bakugou’s about go in there when he stops. There, sitting right on top of a pile of trash bags and cardboard boxes, is Denki Kaminari.
Kaminari rubs his head before looking up. “Whoa, hey, Bakugou! I thought you were with Midoriya and Todoroki! Wait a minute, where am I?”
He doesn’t say anything, just stands and stares as the other blond gets up. He’s wearing his hero costume, and his glasses are all askew, but Kaminari doesn’t care about that. The blond’s too focused on rubbing his ass and complaining about falling.
“Anyway,” Kaminari continues. “The battle’s getting a little hairy, and there’s this gigantic villain coming at you’re way. You should definitely let everyone know. Oh! Do you remember Yanagi from 1-B? Dude’s, she’s so pretty, and I got to lay in her lap and everything! I don’t really remember what happened except for all these rocks and--whoa!”
Bakugou pulls Kaminari into his arms. When Kaminari struggles, he just holds on tighter. He’s real, Bakugou tells himself. He’s real and he’s here.
“Bakugou! Where’d you go man? We need your keys!” Kirishima calls. Bakugou doesn’t dare move and simply keeps holding onto Kaminari. There’s still a part of him that’s telling him that what he’s seeing is just his mind playing tricks, but Kaminari’s struggles tell him that it’s not.
“Bakugou, man, what are you…? Denki?”
He doesn’t flinch when he feels Kirishima crash into the two, but Kaminari squeaks again. “Whoa, man! What’s going on?”
Kirishima ignores him and briefly letting go to call out, “Guys! Get over here! Hurry!”
“Hey, wait, is something wrong?” Kaminari pulls away and looks between the two. “What’s up? Why aren’t you guys wearing your hero costumes? And where are we?” He pats Bakugou’s chest. “Why are you so buff?”
“Kiri, Bakugou? You in here?” Sero calls out.
“Is something… oh.” Ashido’s voice trails off. Bakugou turns, shoving Kaminari in the direction of his friends. The blond stumbles and calls out, but Sero catches him before he could fall. The three of them stare at Kaminari before Ashido’s sobs break through the silence. She launches herself at him. “Denki!”
That was all it took for all of them to bombard him with hugs. They’re all drunk and tired and don’t care if that one random lady walking by is giving this group of adults crying weird looks because he’s here. Kaminari squirms as he tries to get out. “Guys!”
Ashido’s the first to pull away, but she just places her hands on his cheeks. “Denki, you have no idea how happy we are to see you.”
“But I just saw you! We’re fighting that army and the big, destructive villain, and you were…” he trails off. His gaze flits between the group. “You were all fighting with me.”
“Kaminari,” Jiro says, her hand running through his hair. “That was five years ago. The battle’s over. It’s been over.”
“But I… We’re… I don’t get it.”
The group shares a look. There’s no denying that this is Denki Kaminari, albeit a bit younger than they wished. He looks exactly like the day they found him. Honestly, that’s probably what hurts Bakugou the most.
Bakugou crosses his arms but stays close. “Kaminari.”
Kaminari’s head whips around. For him, this is probably the first time he’s ever heard Bakugou say his name. “B-Bakugou?”
He’s not deterred. Looking him in the eye, Bakugou says, “You’ve been dead for five years.”
His face falls, and he looks at all of his friends. They all nod.
A car passes by them. There’s a dog barking as a woman walks past. A couple of men are yelling and laughing. They pay no attention to any of this.
“I don’t want to die,” he murmurs. Kaminari reaches for the closest person--Ashido--and sobs with them. “I’m not ready to die! I don’t want to leave you!” He turns his gaze to Kirishima. “You guys are the best friends I’ve ever had.”
They sit there, sobbing together and holding him. Bakugou pulls Ashido closer to him when she starts to dry heave. Kirishima has a death grip on Kaminari. Sero and Jiro have started to lean on each other while holding Kaminari’s hands. Closing his eyes, Bakugou drinks in this moment, relishes in hearing the dumbass’s voice, letting this sink in.
He opens his eyes when he sees Kaminari’s body start to glow. Alarmed, Kaminari sobs. “I-I’m scared. I don’t want to go!”
Jiro places her hand on Kaminari’s cheek and smiles. “You got this, Chargebolt. We love you.”
He gives her a weak smile. “I love you guys, too.”
They press their foreheads together right before he disappears. The night has gone quiet, so quiet. Jiro’s staring into the air, smile still hanging on. He counts the seconds (one, two, three) before it falls and she presses her hands to her mouth. “Oh, fuck…”
Ashido buries her head into Bakugou’s neck, her arms squeezing his middle. He squeezes her back. If it were any other day, any other person, he would have shoved her off and deal with this on his own. But it’s not any other day, and it’s not any other person, and Bakugou doesn’t really feel like doing this on his own. Plus, he’s still a little drunk.
He sits there with his friends crying for what seems like forever. It’s so late at night that traffic has seemed to have stopped, so he doesn’t feel weird if he’s seen crying with four other heroes in a dark alley. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t even care if someone did see.
“What are you guys doing here?” There’s a bright light flashing in his eyes before it’s quickly moved away. Blinking, Bakugou looks up, expecting to see a random passerby or a cop but instead sees Deku. His eyes grow wide as he takes in the state of the group. He runs “Whoa! Wha-what’s happening?”
They don’t answer him, simply sitting there and crying. Eventually, Deku gets them out of the alleyway and up the stairs to his apartment. As everyone is filing into the room, Deku grabs Bakugou’s shirt.
“Kacchan, why were you all just crying in the alley?”
Bakugou takes one look at him and thinks about five years ago. He thinks about the terror he felt when he saw him almost die, and it makes him want to vomit. Or maybe that’s the alcohol. Whatever.
“We had to say goodbye,” he whispers then follows his friends. They’ve crashed on the floor, and he can see that the girls are already nodding off. Sighing, he grabs them blankets and drapes it over them. “Idiots,” he mutters.
He turns back to Deku, eyes flicking down to his arms, noticing his braces are off. The tension leaves his shoulders as Deku wraps his arms around him.
“I know what day it is,” Deku whispers. “I’m sorry.”
Bakugou says nothing. Instead, he just holds his friend closer.
I wrote a fic that’s basically just Izuku and Katsuki cuddling away the nightmares because they deserve to be soft
Rating: T
AO3
Izuku leaves his door unlocked. It’s a habit from when he lived with his mom, the apartment being so high up that it’s arbitrary for anyone to want to break in. So silly of an intruder to come and lug their valuables down the flights leading up to Izuku’s childhood home. Thus, Izuku’s door has remained unlocked since he moved into the dorms.
Which is why, when he hears his bedroom door open in the dead of night, he doesn’t think it’s someone breaking but rather his mom coming to check on him. That thought is quickly dismissed, however, as he reminds himself that he isn’t back home. Still, there isn’t any panic until he feels the mattress dip. An arm wraps itself around him, and, before Izuku can turn around, he hears a familiar gruff voice.
“Don’t move,” Kacchan whispers then tightens his grip. His hands are shaking. “Don’t ask.”
Izuku doesn’t, and they lay like that until the winter sun’s rays peek out from behind the trees. He isn’t used to sleeping so late, not anymore, but Kacchan’s warmth is so comforting that he can’t help and snuggle in closer. His breath on his neck, the weight over his stomach, bare feet entangled with his socked ones… Izuku doesn’t want the moment to end.
They don’t speak of what happened. Kacchan comes back a week later. Izuku lets him.
Sometimes, Izuku wouldn’t be awake when Kacchan comes, and he’d find him in the bed in the mornings. Sometimes, Izuku would be awake finishing his homework and Kacchan would fall asleep before him. Sometimes, in the loneliest times, Kacchan wouldn’t come at all. Izuku won’t realize until those nights how much he relied on Kacchan’s warmth.
It is so very cold on those nights.
Izuku has nightmares. Bone-chilling, heart-wrenching nightmares that crawl from the deepest crevices of his mind and crushes his throat. He’d wake with a start, bolting upright as his face grew wetter and wetter. They happen less and less since Kacchan started sleeping with him, so Izuku started to forget they ever existed.
He grasps at his throat, determined to see if there was still flesh. His lungs are filled with blood as bile climbs up. He swallows it all down, down, down until he could feel his beating heart.
not dead not dead not dead dead dead
There’s a hand on his shoulder, and Izuku flinches so hard that he’s sure he pulled muscle. Covering his ears, he bends forward until he’s nearly touching his knees. Breathe, he tells himself. Breathe, damn it!
“Deku.” The hand is back, but it’s softer this time. He does not relax. “Hey, Deku.”
Izuku turns his head. He meets dark red eyes and bright gray moonlight. Back slumping, he sobs and leans into Kacchan’s hold.
alive alive alive i’m alive he’s alive
They don’t talk about the nightmare. They don’t talk about anymore that followed.
The next time Kacchan comes over, Izuku is watching a movie on his laptop. Kacchan collapses next to him, pushing him closer to the wall and glaring at the screen. He’s sweating, Izuku realizes, but he can’t tell from what. Probably a late-night workout, he reasoned.
“It’s almost over,” Kacchan grumbles. “Best part of the whole thing.”
Izuku hums his response. He hasn’t seen it (he hasn’t seen a lot of movies), so he takes Kacchan’s word for it.
It takes him a minute to realize that Kacchan’s arm is around his shoulders, and it takes him another minute after that to register the gentle strokes of his fingertips on his skin. Izuku rather likes the feeling, he decides. It’s soft and comforting and reminds Izuku that he is here and breathing and pressed up against Kacchan’s firm--
Okay, let’s not go there!
The absolute last thing he needs is to think about Kacchan’s sculpted abs or strong arms or his ridiculously handsome jawline.
He ends up thinking about it and (unfortunately? He doesn’t necessarily think it’s unfortunate yet somehow does at the same time) misses the end of the movie. Still, seeing Kacchan smile that small private smile and explain just how strong the main character is makes up for it.
“Let me pick now. Your taste in movies is boring.”
“Hey!”
Kacchan doesn’t remove his arm as he scrolls through the catalog. Frowning, Izuku crosses his arms and watches. He’s dubious of what Kacchan would pick (horror, psychological thriller, something so obscure and foreign that he would probably quickly lose interest as the other would get more and more enthralled) that when the movie title appeared on screen, he laughs.
The blond boy turns and scowls. “Shut up, this movie is great.”
“Bet you’ve read the book too.” Izuku teases. When Kacchan’s scowl deepens, another laugh escapes him. “Now that’s a surprise!”
With pink ears, Kacchan turns on the movie and promptly ends the conversation. Izuku sits with his mirth as the female lead prances through a field, her “one true love” rushing towards her before the fantasy quickly falls apart. He has to admit that it is cute, but his scatterbrain can only focus on someone else.
He doesn’t think anything of it when Todoroki comes into the room halfway through, a book in his hand. It’s presented to him before Todoroki places it on his desk. “I enjoyed it, Midoriya,” he says. “Thank you for letting me read it.”
“No problem, man!”
Todoroki nods then turn around. The door closes softly behind him, and Izuku turns his attention back to the movie. The protagonist is monologuing about--
The door opens at the same time Kacchan and Izuku spring away from each other. All three boys stare, wide-eyed, as they process what just happened. It isn’t a bad thing that Izuku and Kacchan sometimes cuddle (read: almost every night), but it most definitely isn’t something they speak about. Todoroki points between the two boys before asking, “So are you two like… friends now? Or something?”
He has never felt more relieved for Todoroki’s naivete. Kacchan relaxes next to him, too.
“Fuck off , Icyhot bastard! I’m in the middle of something!”
“Midoriya,” Todoroki fixes his gaze onto Izuku. It is so unnerving to not be able to tell what he’s thinking. “I’m glad you and Bakugou are finally best friends again.”
“Todoroki, no.”
“Leave, Icyhot!”
Todoroki wastes no time in leaving but not before giving the two boys a thumbs up. Izuku can’t suppress his groan, and Kacchan grumbles something about him being too damn nosy. It doesn’t take long for them to settle back in, but, by now, Izuku is only thinking about the absurdity of the two of them.
“Hey, Kacchan?” he whispers as the main characters ‘break up’. Kacchan only grunts in response. “Why do you keep coming in here?”
Kacchan says nothing, choosing instead to place his arm on the pillow behind Izuku. Something in the back of his mind wants Kacchan to hold him like before. Except, that moment is gone now.
His eyes drift close before both the movie ends and Kacchan responds. He’s only vaguely aware of Kacchan pulling him close again, his warmth completely enveloping him. Izuku dreams of Kacchan’s lips pressed gently against his forehead, he dreams of Kacchan fingers carding through his hair, and he dreams of Kacchan whispering to him, “Damn nerd.”
Katsuki keeps his door unlocked. It is not a habit he previously had but rather developed since moving in. Locking his door means a faster escape. It does not mean random intruders bursting through while he’s trying to sleep. Angry that the light dared to reach him during these precious hours, Katsuki sits up in bed. He watches as the intruder closes the door and shuffles towards his bed. He’s about ready to spring up when the intruder sniffles.
In the dark, Katsuki can just barely make out the outline of Deku. The tension in his shoulder eases away as Deku quietly lays down. He doesn’t face him, nor does he say a word, so Katsuki doesn’t either. He’s finally laying down and relaxed again when he hears the faint whisper.
“Can you hold me?”
Deku’s pulling Katsuki’s blanket up higher as he curls further into himself. There’s only silence and his heartbeat in the room as he struggles to figure out what to say. It’s only ever been the blond to ask (or lack of asking, rather); the fact that Deku so shamelessly crawled into bed with him still has him reeling. Still, he doesn’t hesitate much further when Deku whispers, “Please?”
It hits him then, as he’s pulling the smaller boy closer, that he’s shaking. Honest to God shaking. When was the last time Deku’s come to him--let alone anybody --for help? Something blooms in Katsuki’s chest, but he quickly stomps it down before setting it on fire. That’s for another day.
“I had a nightmare,” Deku whispers. He doesn’t turn to face him, but he does grip Katsuki’s hand. Tight. Strong. Shaking. “I… I didn’t want to be alone.”
He’s sobbing again. Okay, not the first time the nerd has sobbed in his presence, but still. It’s… weird? Katsuki has never been good at crying people, usually opting to yell at them to shut up and hope that they figure out their own inner turmoil without him. Except, this is definitely not one of those times. This is a “shut up, be quiet, and let the fucking nerd say his peace” time.
When Deku does turn around, his face is quickly buried in his chest, and Katsuki freezes.
Deku’s quiet sobs fill the room as Katsuki strokes his back. He tightens his grip on the boy and, ever so slightly, presses his lips to Deku’s forehead. His mother used to do that whenever he had a nightmare, and it always helped him to come back. Katsuki hopes it does the same for Deku.
“I dreamt--” he starts but is interrupted by a sob. “I dreamt that you… you died. That everyone died. And I was just left there, on my own, waiting for someone to come.”
Katsuki doesn’t need to ask to know what he’s talking about; the fingers on his chest are proof enough. Still, it doesn’t do much to ease the ache in his heart. Gently, slowly, he lays his hand over Deku’s and squeezes. “I’m right here, you dumbass.”
Deku sniffs. “I-I know that, but…”
He pulls Deku’s head to rest right under the crook of his chin, not giving the nerd to finish the sentence. “Go to sleep, Deku,” he whispers. “We can think about it in the morning.”
The nightmares are getting more and more frequent, and they’ve increased ten-fold since the war. Katsuki isn’t exactly sure if it’s his place to say something about it, but he also knows that the idiot won’t go see someone on his own. Besides, is it so hard for Katsuki to get one good night’s rest? Just one? Please?
Deku’s breaths even out, fanning across his skin. Katsuki sighs. Lately, there’s been some kind of weird feeling that arises every time he sees the nerd. He doesn’t know what it is, or, if he does, he doesn’t want to name it. Instead, he chooses this. He chooses physical touches. He chooses the quiet moments. He chooses to hold Deku in his arms as he cries himself to sleep. Yeah, that seems right.
They’re still tangled up together when they wake up in the morning, and Katsuki admits that he rather likes seeing the light bounce of Deku’s curls. It’s calm and comforting and something like home. He settles back in Deku’s arms, where it feels right, and grumbles, “Damn nerd.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Do you like fumbling teenagers realizing that they’re not straight? Do you like the “childhood friends turned lovers” trope? Do you like reading fics where the author pretends she knows what she’s doing but is just a gay mess herself? Well, look no further! A bakudeku and tsuocha college fic where Katsuki is just trying to make it by and Ochako is realizing that hey, maybe girls are a little pretty!
Chapters: 6/35 (but the whole world’s my oyster so this will probably go up!)
Rating: M (for implied sexual content, language, and recreational drug use)
CW: we’ll be discussing mental illnesses and coping mechanisms
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Katsuki eyes him as he fiddles with his phone. Next to him, Kirishima coughs. Their blond friend finally finds what he was looking for, and Katsuki couldn’t believe his eyes. He stares at a picture of himself (one from a photoshoot his mother managed to rope him into) and the tell-tale sign of a Tinder profile. Katsuki frowns. “The fuck is this?”
Denki grins at him. “How long’s it been since you’ve been laid, Bakubro? Two, three months?”
Four, but who’s counting?
“We want to see you happy,” Kirishima says before patting his shoulder. “This is a good first step.”
“Yeah, Bakugou!” Mina drapes herself across his and Kirishima’s laps. “ Or you could use this opportunity to be a Bakuhoe!”
I want to mourn her death. I want to honor her. I want to pay tribute to who she was as a woman, as a mother, as a lawyer, as a fighter, as a wife, as a justice, as a patriot.
I want to mourn her and celebrate her and thank her for everything that she did, all the decisions that she made that helped me grow up in an America where I was safe to pursue all the things I wanted.
Instead the first emotion I felt wasn’t sadness, or humility, or solemnity. It was fear. Chill down the spine, tears in the eyes, heart racing, muscle clenching fear.
‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama
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: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Twin Stars Week 2020, Day 4: Summer Storms, Cuddles, Panic Attacks, Haha they gay, no beta i post without reading and hope for the best, First Kiss
Series: Part 4 of Twin Stars 2020 :)
Summary:
Sometimes, a person who you think only thinks of you as friend may think of you as not. Like maybe in a more than friendly way. Like maybe in a "kiss me during a storm while you hold me close" kind of way. Only sometimes though.
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