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Guys my toga and Ochako miis have fallen in love in my tomodachi without me doing anything WTF

also my Katsuki mii is whipped for izuku( Theyre just friends for now tho) i didnt do anything????

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Update, Jirou is now whipped for momo and marceline for bubblegum. Again, I didn’t do NOTHING

#tomodachi living the dream #bubbline #bkdk #togachako #bakudeku #momojirou

Shh they’re watching a romantic movie with their all might pjs

#izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #bakudeku #mha #deku #Dkbk #tomodachi living the dream

Guys my toga and Ochako miis have fallen in love in my tomodachi without me doing anything WTF

also my Katsuki mii is whipped for izuku( Theyre just friends for now tho) i didnt do anything????

#in every universe istg #Bakudeku #togachako #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #bkdk #toga himiko #ochako uraraka #tomodachi living the dream

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a thought/opinion about One For All:

one for all was more of a generational curse than a gift, but both things can exist in tandem. you gotta hear me out on this one.

midoriya did not deserve to suffer with the power any longer than he had to, even if it may have given him, a self destructive, entirely insane teen a purpose no one could have ever dreamed of, it doomed him from the beginning.

as sad as it was to see it go, to watch the embers fade, it was always going to happen. the authors MADE it sad for a reason. you are allowed to be sad he lost his power but that burden was not something a TEENAGER—please note that the only other teenager that wielded OFA was Yagi himself, and look at him and his crippling martyr/savior/Symbol of Peace complex now—should have ever had to carry on his own.

yes, on his own. i said it.

toshinori (my baby, my boo, i love him but god) didn’t have enough information to properly help him and he, being the silly little guy he is, told him to keep it a secret, therefore cutting off any other ties to any other potential support systems he could have had to deal with the toll that comes with having a power destined to save or doom the world.

but, at the very same time, it was beautiful. it was human. it was raw unadulterated humanity and izuku must feel so grateful to have been able to experience that beauty for himself. to be able to hold it in his hands and cultivate it like a flower in a garden, his flower, his magnum opus.

what a gift it was, really.

but like I said. it’s all two sides of the same, flicked-into-the-koi-pond coin.

this does not take away from the fact that izuku deserves to be a hero though!! the suit is wowie and wowie and did I mention wowie? just the burden of holding a like generations old power and the expectation to literally save the world all at sixteen—>seventeen feels like a lot to put on a kid. yagi not telling him about AFO from the beginning was also a pretty lowballer move but i digress

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I don't trust anyone with my vulnerability except 10,000 strangers on Tumblr

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more :)

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YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME😭😭😭

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💅mean girls✨

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Izuku reacting to katsuki calling him handsome 😌💘

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Two Worlds Collide

Midoriya never considered himself to be a resentful person. He lived his life how he wanted and focused on his studies. Yet as he is sitting in his torturous middle school surrounded by pubescent boys that reeked of toxic masculinity and the strong desire to prove themselves, Midoriya would say he’s in hell.

Not that he’s ever done anything wrong, but his presence was unwanted. Whether or not that be because he was seen as a quirkless nerd which by getting close may magically turn them into a quirkless nerd too. Despite this, he tried to mind his own business.

Funny enough, the people who didn’t like him would invade his space.

Bakugo was someone who was always forced into Midoriya’s personal bubble. It was usually social pressure or his own demons, but Bakugo refused to stay away. He’d praise the blond for his quirk and power, but anything past that didn’t deserve a happy cheer.

Imagine his surprise, when the adult version of Bakugo appeared in the middle of the classroom. It was a normal school day and it was quite literally in the middle of their Japanese class.

As soon as the grown up processed where he was and that he was no longer in his own timeline, his gaze snapped over.

Truth be told, Midoriya couldn’t have cared less. Still, he was a hero fanatic and the sight of a gorgeous hero suit and a nice muscular build had all of his attention. Still, he’d look away because he had no desire to be the target of two Bakugo’s wrath.

As his eyes went back to his notebook, the burning sensation of resentment reared its ugly head. Well, the truth has been laid out right before him and there was no denying it. Bakugo got what he wanted. He’s a powerful hero.

Yet, there wasn’t much commotion in the room despite how everyone initially was squealing and shouting out questions for the older version of his childhood friend.

Seeing feet make their way right before his desk, Midoriya wanted to be stubborn and obnoxiously twist his head to the other direction, but he was weak. Slowly tilting his head up to meet the gaze of a future hero, Izuku sucked in a deep breath.

The stare he was met with forced the air out his lungs. The piercing gaze of red eyes with an unreadable emotion was horrifying and confusing. And if things couldn’t be any more strange, he spoke.

“Izuku.”

It was an odd delivery and an odd word to say. For as long as Midoriya could remember, he was only ever addressed as Deku when it came to Bakugo.

Whatever staring match that had begun was being observed by 30 people. Midoriya’s jaws hung slightly open, wide eyes staring up at the hero in apprehension. Meanwhile Katsuki was staring down at Midoriya with nothing to read on his face. He wasn’t scowling or barking up a storm.

As Bakugo was turned around in his own desk, glancing between the two in enraged confusion, he didn’t want to break whatever strange ordeal was unfolding before him. If anything he was scared. In his mind either Midoriya was dead in the future or in the future he grew weak.

“What?” asked Midoriya, unable to tear his gaze away, but his brain was moving good fast he feared he’d puke.

“I’m sorry for everything,” declared Katsuki abruptly, causing many to jump.

Midoriya stared up at Katsuki before letting his face morph into an unimpressed scowl. If Katsuki’s apology hadn’t already been shocking, Midoriya’s physical reaction was.

The stoic expression was long gone and now Katsuki was regretting taking this approach. After all, he’d just gone through hell right beside Izuku. Together they saved the war and were now dealing with the costs winning brought. They were barely adults and while Katsuki was a hero, Izuku was getting settled into his life as a teacher.

Katsuki wanted to be angry; he was hit with a quirk that brought him back here, but he couldn’t. After everything that went down, he wanted to apologize again and again until Izuku was sick of hearing it. Now more than ever, he wanted to apologize.

So why did he feel relief when he saw this puny version of Midoriya scrunch his face up in distaste at this apology?

“Really,” confronted Midoriya, not a hint of a question in his deadpanned tone.

Letting his dread wash away, Katsuki smiled. “Yeah. This stupid prick behind me is a dumbass.”

Meanwhile Midoriya was boiling. For once he couldn’t read Kacchan. Despite the lack of malice in Katsuki’s smile, it stung. “Hmm.”

“Huh?” voiced Katsuki alongside many others in the room. No one had any clue why Midoriya was acting so different compared than usual. Not that they expected him to be excited to have an older version of Bakugo before him, but they’d at least expect to see a happy response from the apology.

“What do you want to hear?” remarked Midoriya, staring at Katsuki, letting the classroom fade away as the ache in his chest kept him grounded.

Bowing his head, Katsuki could feel sweat build on his forehead. After all, he didn’t expect such pressure to overcome him in a moment like this. A bunch of loser extras that used to gobble up every word he said now stared at him as he ruined their perception. Not only that, but Midoriya wasn’t nearly as forgiving in the prime of the bullying as he had believed.

It seemed that he forgot his roots and that they didn’t start UA High on the right foot. It took nearly half the school year for them to have a proper conversation.

“Anything… nothing—everything. It doesn’t matter because you deserve to hear it,” reassured Katsuki, trying to make it clear he wasn’t trying to fool Midoriya.

“Do you really expect me to believe this?” provoked Midoriya, letting his hands ball into fists on the surface of his desk. His heart was pounding in anticipation, but if he turned his gaze a foot to the left he’d be met with the version of Bakugo he was stuck with.

He had no desire to accept an apology from his Bakugo.

“Honestly, no. I know how poorly I treated you for most of our lives. Still, if I can even plant a seed in your mind that I truly do change… that will be worth it,” professed Katsuki, resting a hand over Midoriya’s balled fist.

The large, now ungloved hand decorated in countless scars gently squeezed Midoriya’s trembling fist. “Let’s take a walk. I have a lot to tell you.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Midoriya nodded slowly. “Okay.”

In one swift motion, Midoriya rose from his seat, swung his backpack off the side hook of his desk, and snatched the materials off his desk. Katsuki moved to the side to let Midoriya out first.

Midoriya looked at the door and only the door as he walked to the front of the room and made his speedy exit. Katsuki followed after slower, turning his body towards the group of students as well as the teacher. “He’ll be back… eventually.”

The adult stiffly nodded, unsure of how to approach the situation. It was clear this wasn’t something she was paid enough to deal with. Meanwhile, the remaining 29 students were frozen in place with their necks creaking to follow the hunk of a hero Bakugo became.

“When did I become such a weakling?” scoffed Bakugo from his desk, crossing his arms as he leaned back. His heart was pounding and the amount of sweat he discreetly wiped on his sleeves arguably made him a ticking time bomb.

Katsuki turned around in the doorway, his stare hard and resentful. It wasn’t that he hated his past self per say. He understood the mistakes he’d made and how he allowed the world to aid in forming the arguable monster he’d been, but he was a stupid kid. He didn’t understand his emotions or how to deal with them. He would do everything he could to erase what he did to Izuku, but that’s impossible. He finds his past self rather pitiful: being held back by fear and rage.

“When I chose Izuku over everything else.”

Midoriya froze where he was in the hallways, nearly falling to his knees at the wave that crashed onto him. It was a giddy warmth and sucker-punch. One second he’s sitting diagonally from someone who called him a worthless nobody every chance he got, and in the next he’s being sickeningly worshiped by the same person.

Still, feeling like a blooming flower in the prime of spring, Midoriya spun around to look at the man who proclaimed his feelings whether or not his words were sincere.

Katsuki wasn’t looking at him, rather his gaze was calm and earnest as his eyes flicked across the small crowd before him. His shoulders were raised and broad. His chest was puffed out with pride. With the small amount of skin exposed, scars of battles and sacrifices were on full display for the 29 naive students to behold.

From where he stood, Midoriya sucked in a deep breath before softly calling out, “Kacchan.”

Without hesitation, Katsuki redirected his attention to Midoriya and was on the move, slamming the door behind him. If it hadn’t been for the fact that his classmates were naturally irritating, the aggression would’ve scared him.

“Izuku,” answered Katsuki as he approached.

“Let’s head to the roof? That way we can avoid people if they try to find us. I would offer to leave school grounds but I don’t want to risk messing up my record. But if you have a better idea of where we can talk about things I wouldn’t mind changing plans. Of course that’s up to you and,-” rambled Midoriya, growing increasingly more anxious at the fact he was telling the adult version of Bakugo what to do.

Katsuki nodded, turning to find the stairwell. “Yeah, let’s head to the roof.”

It was painful and awkward, but as they settled down into a hidden corner of the rooftop near the HVAC system, the conversation was unavoidable.

“So… what do you mean you chose me over everything?” questioned Midoriya curiously, twirling his thumbs with too much concentration.

“I always put my comfort, pride, and goals on this pedestal. When I finally grew a brain and chose a relationship with you over those things… life wasn’t any easier, but it got a lot less shitty,” confessed Katsuki effortlessly, keeping it short and sweet.

Barely able to process what he was hearing, Midoriya let his mouth open and close wordlessly. Why he’d ever be in the way of Katsuki’s goals was beyond him. He felt similarly to the implication that he made Katsuki uncomfortable. “Huh?”

“You always seemed two steps ahead of me and I hated it. I saw you as a threat. Turns out it was my own weakness blinding me,” commented Katsuki, looking over the edge at the peaceful town.

“So… did you apologize to me in the future?” asked Midoriya cautiously. The constant usage of past tense was starting to freak him out.

“Of course. It was the least I could do. Although I wish the circumstances had been better… I don’t think I could’ve done it at a better time,” admitted Katsuki sheepishly, recalling the rain and the way it slowly collected dirt and blood on Midoriya’s exhausted body and carried it away.

Not provided any relief that he was alive in the future, Midoriya sighed, “What was my response then?”

Crossing his arms and leaning back against the unit, Katsuki grinned, “You fell into my arms. I can’t say much else because it could ruin the future.”

“Hm,” voiced Midoriya, rather disappointed with the lack of information. He didn’t see the point of Katsuki wanting to discuss things when he wasn’t going to provide any information for the sake of the future.

“Well, what’s the future like?” inquired Midoriya hopelessly, resting his head against the wall. Instantly regretting the action, Midoriya fought off a yawn and the urge to close his eyes.

Scratching his head, Katsuki focused his gaze on Midoriya. “Honestly, life’s pretty boring right now. We both graduated recently and are off doing our own things. We still see each other a lot and talk all the time.”

Frowning, Midoriya looked at his hands. From the sounds of it, he wasn’t a hero. If they were doing their own things, Midoriya probably wasn’t doing the same thing as Katsuki. There was no possible way Katsuki wasn’t a hero. Yet, somehow in the future he didn’t hate Katsuki nor did it sound like he resented him considering their communication.

Well aware that he was missing critical information, that didn't stop the anger swirling in his stomach. "Well, from the sounds of it, you got everything you wanted."

Quick to feel the sharpness of Midoriya's words, Katsuki turned to look at the younger version of the boy he loved with worry. "What's wrong?'"

"You've won. You become an incredible hero. You've convinced my future self that your past actions were because of an inferiority complex and that I should be okay with whatever shitty job I'm doing in the future because you apologized," remarked Midoriya harshly, the words spilling out faster than his brain could process them.

Nodding slowly, Katsuki looked at the sky. "Well, I never said you weren't a hero. But a lot happened in the future and you were the one who made a lot of sacrifices. Trust me, if I could change the past, I would. But you would insist for me not to change anything. And honestly, I didn't have to do any convincing. I'd hope you wouldn't lie to me about being happy with what you are doing. "

Pausing, Midoriya let the clouds steal his gaze again. He understood where Katsuki was coming from. The future was apparently good enough that he didn't want to risk anything going wrong from this point over. He didn't want to confirm anything out of the fear that it will doom that possibility from ever even happening. Still, anything Katsuki said that wasn't about himself was especially cryptic.

"You do realize you suck at this, right?" criticized Midoriya bluntly, not bothering to focus his gaze back on Katsuki.

"Yeah, you've always done the talking for me," admitted Katsuki resting his back against the weird HVAC unit behind him.

"How am I?" asked Midoriya, finally turning back to Katsuki only to find him leaning back with his eyes closed. Smiling at the display of ease, Midoriya figured Katsuki was truthful about their relationship being better.

Smiling at the mere thought of Midoriya, Katsuki grinned, "What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

"Well, you're still an annoying nerd who loves heroes and filling out notebooks like it's nothing. You're All Might collection has its own room. You refuse to drive despite having your license so I drive you everywhere. You have a lot of friends and people who admire you. Not that everyday is perfect, but I'd say you are much happier," listed Katsuki effortlessly, his crossed arms comfortably resting against his chest.

Unable to fight a wide toothy smile from spreading across his lips upon hearing how much better life gets, Midoriya let some of the bubbly feeling rise back to the surface.

Not once had Katsuki hinted that he still hated him in the future. If anything Katsuki was somewhat overcompensating for his past actions, which Midoriya always believed to be impossible. Yet there the blond littered in scars rested, effortlessly disproving every assumption Midoriya had.

It was nice to be proven wrong.

“So, I still do hero analysis?” inquired Midoriya, picking at his cuticles.

Nodding in response, Katsuki sat up straight. “Sure do, Nerd. Most days you don’t even need a notebook to jot down observation notes, you just know. Scary as hell.”

Unable to prevent himself from chuckling, Midoriya dug through his book bag to pull out his 13th notebook. Looking at the cover ruined from soaking in water and charred from his pasts’ hands, Katsuki nearly winced.

“So the sludge villain incident already happened?” questioned Katsuki, motioning to the notebook.

Absentmindedly rubbing the front of his throat, Midoriya nodded, “Yeah, a month ago.”

Katsuki leaned back. “No wonder you’ve been so moody. All Might’s training you right now.”

Mortified with Katsuki’s volume mixed with the fact he knew, Midoriya raised his hands fearfully. “Kacchan! Don’t-!”

Raising his hands, Katsuki nodded his head. “Shit, sorry. I forgot how secretive this whole thing was. But, still, you never told me much about your past training.”

“Well, there’s not much to tell. It’s straightforward. I have a new strict diet and workout regimen. I’m still nowhere near ready, but I will be,” rambled Midoriya before quickly pausing. “Wait… how do you know that anyways?”

“Can’t say,” dismissed Katsuki.

As Midoriya rose to his feet, dusting off his uniform, Katsuki followed suit. “Where to?”

“I need to stretch my legs. We can go for a walk?” suggested Midoriya, shrugging as he started moving out from the back area.

Much to his relief the roof was still vacant. As he made his way down the stairwell it remained silent. Katsuki followed quickly next to him, looking all around the building with a grimace. Catching sight of the displeasure written all over Katsuki’s face, Midoriya smiled. Any worries of Katsuki being performative went out the window.

As they reached the third year hallway the door to the classroom flew open. Rushing out was Izuku, tall and gorgeous in a nice suit. His skin was glowing, countless scars decorated his body, and his curly hair was well groomed.

Katsuki and Izuku locked eyes and both their bodies immediately relaxed. Izuku slowly made his way over, slipping on his glasses. “Kacchan.”

“Izuku, how’d you get here?” questioned Bakugo worriedly, rushing over to grab Izuku’s hand.

Smiling softly at Bakugo, Izuku sighed, “I was responding to the scene, but before I even had a chance to activate my hero suit, the villain hit me with their quirk. Todoroki was a minute behind me so it should be fine.”

Nodding Bakugo pulled out his phone. “I have no service here.”

Izuku turned to the small version of himself and completely redirected his attention. “Oh my god! I’m you from the future! I was so adorable in the past!”

Burning red at the positive attention, Midoriya covered his face. “And I look so handsome in the future!”

“Thank you! This is the product of dealing with idiots all day and getting no sleep,” commented Midoriya, dramatically tucking an invisible strand of hair behind his ear. “But may I please use your phone? I’m going to need to make some calls.”

Pulling out his phone, Midoriya quickly pulled up the contact he knew his future self would call. When Izuku received the phone, his eyes lit up and quickly dialed. Walking down the hallway with the phone pressed up to his ear he turned around to Katsuki and lipped ‘this is so weird’.

All Katsuki could do was stand and nod. He felt irritatingly itchy being in this building. Now that his Izuku was here with him, he wanted to be relieved, but the anxiety bubbling in his gut was worsening.

By the time Izuku returned, he was softly smiling as he extended the phone back out to Midoriya. “Thank you, fortunately he’s very willing to help us out and will get us into UA High to talk with some pros.”

Katsuki nodded, pulling his hands out of his pocket. “Are we heading there now?”

“Might as well. We can’t risk ruining the future,” noted Izuku, shooting his past self an apologetic frown.

“No, I understand. Just being able to see myself grown up is really exciting,” reassured Midoriya, waving his hands.

“Well, I’m twenty four, so I’m not that grown up,” chuckled Izuku, scratching his facial scar where his freckles once were.

Their chitchat was swiftly ended shortly after and the hero duo returned Midoriya to class before rushing out the building. The entire class rushed to the windows to see them walk off. It was hard to believe that Bakugo never managed to get rid of Midoriya.

While none of the students had been able to eavesdrop when Midoriya had gone off with Bakugo, when Izuku appeared they got some vital information. They had connections to UA, it sounded like Midoriya also managed to become a hero, and they are a long ten years from the future.

As Izuku and Katsuki made their way out the front doors Izuku clutched Katsuki’s hand. “When they said you vanished… I was so scared.”

“Well, I’m fine Nerd and I’m safe,” announced Katsuki, pulling Izuku close.

“You complain all the time about me being reckless, but here you go getting sent through time,” criticized Izuku, not fighting against Katsuki’s embrace.

Katsuki frowned, wiping Izuku’s tears. Figuring a part of that fear stemmed from his death, he eliminated any teasing. “I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. At least we are here together. I’ll have you with me for the rest of our lives.”

Pressing a quick kiss to Katsuki’s lips, Izuku smiled. “Okay smooth talker. We should get going. I don’t want to be late for class.”

“Those brats can wait a minute. Maybe your disappearance will scare them into being obedient,” teased Katsuki.

A strong punch in the side was enough to send a message that Izuku wasn’t to be messed with. Meanwhile, a group of students pressed up against the glass were all screaming in horror.

Hifumi, the grey haired bully, pointed with his eyes closed. “Bakugo and Midoriya! Bakugo and Midoriya!”

Tejio, the black haired bully, was shaking Hifumi in disbelief. “Oh my god! Oh my god! They’re— they—and they!”

Bakugo was busy staring at Midoriya who was now bright red on the ground. He had no idea what the hell would happen in the future, but he sure as hell wasn’t ready for it. Clearly Midoriya wasn’t either.

Happy Late Birthday Izuku!!! (I was fighting off a MDD episode trust)

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Try Harder Cause I'll Walk Away

He never minded chasing after others. There was this insatiable hunger deep down to see the best of those around him. Convincing himself that the past could be forgotten and forgiveness didn’t need to be vocally expressed through an exchange, Midoriya remained in a constant state of happiness. That’s what Class A only ever saw from him.

There were times he’d be frustrated, sad, or have some muted form of an attitude, but most of the time it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular unless it was a villain.

Midoriya had a cloud of energy around him. Depending on how someone needed to be recharged, the cloud would shift into a comfortable calmness or bloom from excited ramblings about the hero world or something interesting that happened.

After the back to back tidal waves known as the Paranormal Liberation War and the Final War, the stillness of life was heavy.

As Midoriya laid in the hospital bed, Toshinori’s heart monitor steadily beeped. It was the only sound in the entire room that brought him some comfort. Thanks to Eri’s quirk, many of the initial injuries Midoriya acquired in the war were gone. Still, everything that happened after his arms were blasted off were still painful and showed no signs of healing soon.

Visitors were scarce. It makes sense considering many of his classmates and fellow heroes were also recovering in the hospital, placed on bed rest. Still, the sudden absence of seven loud voices he’d grown used to hurt more than it should have. There was a small flicker of what was left of One for All and the clock was ticking of what he had left vanishing.

When All Might arose, Midoriya wore a sad smile, feeling the weight of heroism still on his shoulders even in the aftermath of a victory. They shared long conversations about the future and what their plans were. When they healed enough to move around, Midoriya spoke with Spinner. Despite Spinner having his entire body held between two large hands, Midoriya made sure his message was clear.

Tenko Shimura didn’t die in vain and Tomura Shigaraki died with a smile.

Upon classes resuming, Midoriya did his best to smile and maintain the same bubbly personality he had before… but he couldn’t fool himself. It seemed it didn’t take his classmates much convincing he was fine. If anything, they seemed to dodge him a bit. For what reason he didn’t know, but he did have a heart to heart with Uraraka eventually. It seemed to reunite the class’ bond a bit, but Midoriya could feel that hollowness continue to grow as the days passed.

A lot was left unsaid and Midoriya went to the one person he felt most comfortable with for his dilemma. The dorm was average sized and homey. A couple of cats rushed around to sniff his shoes and he slipped them off in the genkan.

“What seems to be the matter, Midoriya,” asked Aizawa gruffly, guiding Midoriya to the open living area.

“I don’t know what I want to do with my life,” admitted Midoriya quietly, eyes watching the way Aizawa’s pink sweatpants got caught under the fronts of his black slippers.

The feet he was intentionally watching came to a stop before slowly turning until they pointed back at him. Too scared to trail his glance back up to the man that was most definitely looking at him, Midoriya blinked harshly.

A hand reached its way over to rest on Midoriya’s shoulder. “Okay kid. How about I get you something to drink and we talk about this on the couch?”

Stiffly nodding, Midoriya tore his eyes away from where they’d been burning a hole into black fabric and up to the face that wore an expression Midoriya hadn’t seen in a long time. Aizawa’s hair was in its original part, allowing his scarred right eye to greet Midoriya. The eye patch covering the empty socket was a bit crooked from his eyebrows twisting in fondness. Aizawa stared at Midoriya with a tender stare and a warm smile. The exhaustion in his dark circles seemed to evaporate in the face of his patient observation.

The random meeting soon became weekly talk sessions in the cozy apartment. When Aizawa had away missions or business meeting with the hero public safety commission Hawks was busy rebuilding, Midoriya was the one who looked after Aizawa’s cat and watered the plants Eri had grabbed for him.

By the time graduation came around, Midoriya had some form of a game plan. With the recent loss of One for All and his full return to being quirkless, he worked with Toshinori to pursue the life he wanted. Deciding to work with David and Melissa Shield, Midoriya planned to move to America. Toshinori would travel with Midoriya, finding it to be a soul searching idea considering their extremely recent quirkless status.

Just like that, Midoriya packed up his life into two suitcases and hopped on a flight to a different country. Inko chose to stay back, not too comfortable with a giant change such as moving. She also didn’t want to become completely dependent on her son, which would most likely occur.

So life moved on. Izuku was accepted into an online Japanese college for Biology. While he pursued his Bachelors, he also developed hero gear and suits with Melissa Shield in his free time. Eventually when his English got good enough, he started doing public appearances, interviews, and even did some modeling gigs.

Through it all, Toshinori was right by his side, asking how Midoriya’s day was and dragging him out all over the city. They accepted and embraced their life free of All for One and the sudden endless paths they could take. David and Toshinori rekindled their friendship, not having talked too much after the incident with Wolfram and the quirk amplification device.

Yet, as much as Midoriya cherished his time experiencing life in America, he knew he’d return to Japan. He missed his mother, Aizawa, and the kids. While he occasionally talked with Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, and Iida, it wasn’t as often as he would’ve thought back when he was sixteen.

Getting a driver's license in America before Japan, getting a tongue piercing at eighteen, celebrating his twenty-first birthday in an American bar with Melissa and her group of friends, and finding out he had an “I am here!” tramp stamp right above his ass after a crazy night out were just some of things he experienced.

Midoriya discovered he loved cooking, speed skating, and eating wedding cake off of the floor with a random guy he got black out drunk with the week prior.

Returning to Japan for medical school was rather strange and rather empty. Still, the taste of his mother’s cooking and being surrounded by familiar faces after four years brought him a relief he was grateful to feel.

After visiting Aizawa upon his return, it was only then he got information about his classmates. Shortly after he moved to the USA, Kirishima and Kaminari proposed having an annual class reunion where everyone scheduled the same weekend off to meet. Mina eagerly latched onto the idea and immediately sent out specially made save the date cards.

When it came down to addresses, she asked a few people, wanting to keep the idea itself a surprise. When she got to Midoriya, she quickly turned her attention to her boyfriend. Kirishima admitted he wasn’t sure and noted he could ask Bakugo. When they ran into the blond after a patrol, Bakugo shrugged, mentioning the last he knew, Midoriya was still living with his mother.

It should have been alarming that it had been months since graduation and Bakugo didn’t visit in between shifts. Although, whose to say they didn’t see each other in public rather than in the privacy of their homes.

When an RSVP never came, Bakugo reached out to Midoriya on Mina’s behalf. Imagine his shock when Midoriya revealed he’d been living in America for over two months and had already told Bakugo this. Yet, Bakugo couldn’t remember ever being told Midoriya planned on moving nineteen hours by plane away.

The reunion felt empty with Midoriya’s absence, but they never sent him a text. The belief he’d fly back for a single dinner wasn’t strong enough.

Upon hearing that Class A had been having an annual class reunion and he wasn’t even graced with an invite stung. It didn’t matter what the reason for his lack of an invite was. A strong message was sent and he had no plans on telling anyone he was back. Call him petty. The occasional text was clearly more than enough for the five people that bothered keeping in touch.

Midoriya channeled all his energy into medical school. It was rather strange, but becoming a hero doctor was incredibly difficult. If Midoriya could compare it to anything else it was a mixture of training to become a surgeon, nurse, doctor, and an EMT all at the same time. It was stressful and caused many nights where he slept on a tear stained pillow, but he felt fulfilled.

With villains attacks being less frequent but no less dangerous, having a strong and young professional would be beneficial with Recovery Girl soon retiring. Nonetheless, Midoriya accepted he’d never compare to a hero with a healing quirk. But Midoriya was still thankful, Nezu confirmed he’d welcome Midoriya with open arms.

By now, Izuku was 23, in his third year of medical school. It was a nice experience being in the background while also being deeply respected. Teachers and classmates respected his space and were always fun to be around and talk with. There was no history of knowing him personally while he had One for All or the weight of the world on his hands. They talked about silly things like crushes, parties, annoying assignments, and anything else young adults would discuss.

Deciding to celebrate the new school year, Midoriya agreed to go out with a couple classmates. With the first week of clinical clerkships done and dusted, Midoriya was at an all time high. There was one bar that always gave discounts to first responders and medical care providers. The owners didn’t care that they were students so they often frequented.

Throwing on his jacket over his dark blue scrubs, Midoriya stepped out of his car. Many of his friends leapt out as well, excited to drink and relax after a stressful but fulfilling week. The bouncer grinned, winking at the group of medical students. Midoriya locked his car before approaching the woman. “Nice to see you doing well!”

“Likewise. I know you all are past twenty, but let me see those beautiful pictures,” chuckled the woman, hand extended.

Upon stepping inside, the energy was unmatched. It was a mixing pool of work uniforms, fancy outfits, and casual clothes. Quick to grab a table near the bar, everyone got their drinks of choice before throwing themselves down.

A loud burst of laughter came from a nearby table and Midoriya’s curiosity was piqued. Carefully turning around, he peeked at the group only to catch an eyeful of faces he hadn't seen in years. Aizawa’s words came rushing back for him in waves: the annual reunions he’d never been invited to. Quickly snapping his head forward, Midoriya squeezed his eyes closed before throwing back his entire beer in large rushed gulps.

Worriedly looking at their usually composed friend, one of his friends grabbed his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Those people behind me. They are my classmates from UA. I found out when I returned to Japan that they’d been having annual reunions and never once had I been invited. Even after returning, appearing on billboards, and seeing almost everyone I knew, I still haven’t seen them until now. Seeing it for myself really is the final nail in the coffin,” rambled Midoriya, letting his fingers run through his messy green locks he desperately needed to trim.

“Go confront them. It’s better than letting all this resentment build. We will be right here and happily cover your bill. They may not value your presence, but we do. Fight this battle so we can celebrate our accomplishments!” cheered the young adult, her eye crinkling in a similar manner to his mothers.

Nodding, Midoriya rose from where he was sitting, hanging his jacket over the edge of the chair. Stalking over to the large table, his presence was immediately noticed. Eyes quickly widened, expressions brightened, and mouths dropped wide open. When there was no trace of a smile on Midoriya's face, a little pit formed in the group's gut.

“What a surprise to see everyone here,” greeted Midoriya smoothly, his tone unreadable.

“You’re back in Japan! When did that happen?” squealed Uraraka, fully turned around in her chair.

“Two years ago,” deadpanned Midoriya, no trace of a smile on his lips.

Blinking slowly, Todoroki tilted his head to the side, “Why didn’t you tell us? I’ve missed you so much.”

Raising an eyebrow, Midoriya crossed his arms in one heavy movement. “I didn’t think I had to tell you? In our texts I’ve quite literally said I was visiting Eri, eating at restaurants that only exist in Japan, and you know the name of the school I go to.”

The silence was heavy, Todoroki staring at his phone as if it had personally wounded him. “I’m sorry, Midoriya. I didn’t even realize.”

“I can see that,” answered Midoriya shortly, glancing around the table. “So what’s the occasion? Is this the annual class reunion Aizawa told me about?”

Faces paled as mouths wordlessly moved. As if six years wasn’t enough time to think about what they were doing, the realization was instant. Mina bowed her head. “I’m so sorry! I was responsible for handing out invites! I just assumed you were still in America. I didn’t send you an invite because I figured you wouldn’t want to fly over for a single dinner.”

Turning all his attention onto Mina, Midoriya smiled. The bitterness swirled in his gut and the lack of distance from the people he once cherished was far too overwhelming. “Oh, okay.”

Mina’s lip wobbled, eyes wet and puppy-like. Kirishima glanced over at Bakugo, something in his chest twisted and brought him sharp pain. “Midoriya, could we talk outside, please?”

Perking up, Midoriya slowly nodded his head. “Okay.”

Kirishima was quick to slide back his seat, approach Midoriya and guided him away. Midoriya looked at his group of friends and held up his hand in acknowledgment.

The moment the crisp night air greeted the duo, Kirishima was bowing before Midoriya, hands pressed against the ground. Blinking rapidly at the sudden display of shame, the dark cloud over his head suddenly vanished.

“I’m so sorry Midoriya,” Kirishima started.

Midoriya held up a hand, closing his eyes. “Wait a second. I’m going to grab my jacket and I’ll be right back.”

Stepping back inside, Midoriya scooped up his jacket, reassured his friends, and walked back outside. Kirishima stared off at the cars speeding down the road off in the distance. Midoriya wrapped his arms around his body. “Now, what are you apologizing for?”

“How shitty we’ve been to you. In all the chaos that our lives became, you’ve slipped through the cracks. You’re the last person we should have neglected. Even back in our final years at UA, I know I held this mentality that you had everything under control and nothing affected you. Yet, I’m an idiot for thinking that. Then when I came up with the idea of doing a reunion, Mina wanted to send out invites. We reached out to Bakugo for your address and he assumed you were still living with your mom. No one knew you moved to the states or what you were doing there? Then Mina chose not to send you an invitation and I didn’t interject. I didn’t bother reaching out or attempting to keep in touch. Only to find out you’ve been back in Japan for two years already. I’ve really failed you not only as a friend, but as a person,” expressed Kirishima, not once stuttering or taking his eyes away from Midoriya’s.

Unable to do anything else, Midoriya felt the pretty globs of water spill from his eyes. Biting his lip to hold back a sob, Midoriya let his head fall forwards.

“I’m so sorry. I know just how horrible of a place I was in after the war… I regret just assuming you were handling it with ease,” whispered Kirishima into Midoriya’s ear, quick to take Midoriya into a secure hug. He couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out as well. Guilt was one hell of an emotion, and Kirishima was drowning in it.

“Do you go to school nearby?” croaked Kirishima, pulling back from the hug to get an eyeful of a runny mess Midoriya’s face now was.

“Yeah, about fifteen minutes away from here. Although now I’m jumping from hospital to hospital every couple of weeks so… I don’t know,” sighed Midoriya, wiping his face with his fleece jacket sleeve.

Smiling, Kirishima pointed ahead of him. “Awesome! Me and Mina’s agency is ten minutes that way. If you’re not too busy, I’d love to make up for all the lost time. I’m such an asshole.”

Chuckling, Midoriya pulled out a single clean tissue from his pocket and extended it out. “Here. I’d like that. And… while you’ve definitely hurt my feelings to some degree I’m not too sure of myself, you’re not an asshole.”

Looking up at the night sky and wiping his face, Kirishima took in a long breath. “Are you a doctor, nurse, or…,” trailed off Kirishima.

Looking down at his scrubs, Midoriya grinned. “Hero doctor. I do pretty much everything. Right now, I’m still in medical school. I already graduated from college.”

“Nice! I must say, this is one of the best career paths you could’ve taken. Saving people and being your own kind of hero. I’m excited to see what you accomplish,” admitted Kirishima, flashing his shorter companion and a fond side glance.

“Thank you… how’s things with you and Mina?” questioned Midoriya, his shoulders falling as a genuine smile bloomed on his face.

Finally returning his full attention to Midoriya, Kirishima’s face bloomed pink. “Really good. I feel so lucky. We’ve been living together for four years now. Between you and me, I’m planning on proposing soon. I haven’t told anyone yet… honestly I don’t trust anyone to not tell.”

Zipping his lips, locking, and throwing away the fake key, Midoriya clasped his hands behind his back. “Well, your secret’s safe with me.”

Before Kirishima could respond, a low voice cut through the peace of the night.

“Ejiro, Mina is a mess right now,” stated Bakugo, walking to stand on the other side of Midoriya.

“Alright. Talk to you in a bit Midoriya,” voiced Kirishima, waving before returning inside.

Bakugo settled into a place beside Midoriya, appreciating just how beautiful Midoriya has become. It had been six years. Sure he saw the occasional post of public appearances right after he went to America, but he let his curiosity die in exchange for daily texts and the half-awake phone calls.

Yet here Midoriya was. His hair was messy and overgrown in the most beautiful display. His scars had faded, leaving slight discoloration and a lack of bottom lashes on his right eyelid. His face was more sculpted and his wide doe eyes appeared sharper. He was taller, and his muscles remained as lean as ever, bringing a pinch of relief to Bakugo.

“What was America like?” asked Bakugo quietly, staring at his feet after ripping his eyes away from freckled cheeks.

“It was wonderful. I enjoyed the people, food, and working with Melissa,” answered Midoriya thoughtfully.

Allowing his eyes to roam again, his hands tightened into fists. The vagueness accompanied by the briefness of Midoriya's response was slowly chipping away at all composure he could muster. He didn’t want to panic, but it was hard not to when his fuck up as so blatantly shoved into his face to acknowledge.

“How has medical school been? I’m assuming you just started a new semester,” started Bakugo, turning his body to face Midoriya’s.

“It’s been good. It keeps me busy. I just finished my first week,” answered Midoriya, turning to match Bakugo, meeting those burning red eyes with his own.

Sneering, Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the detached attitude he was receiving. “Why are you acting like this? Giving attitude to Uraraka, Todoroki, and Mina… now you're being weird to me.”

Not bothering to hide his surprise, Midoriya’s eyes widened as his mouth opened into a disbelieving smile. He tauntingly scoffed, “Really? You want to play that game? I told you I was moving to America back during your third year and now I’m finding out from Kirishima that you didn’t remember even when he asked you for my address for invites to a reunion I was never invited to for the past six years? No calls, no texts, no promise to hang out despite me asking you over the phone if you wanted to. No invites to hang out even though I tell you my plans. Why would I be excited to see you—especially when it’s during a class reunion I wasn’t invited to!”

“I’m busy and overworked Izuku! Why am I the bad guy?” shouted Bakugo. Deep down everything inside him was screaming to shut the fuck up, but old habits died hard.

Shaking his head slowly, Midoriya tilted his head up and laughed. “You know what? You’re right. You’re not the bad guy… you’re never the bad guy. Because god forbid I’ve been struggling and would appreciate the presence of someone I trust most in the entire world. But sure, you’re the one whose busy and overworked and it’s my fault for being upset you don’t care we haven’t seen each other in six years,” spat Midoriya, raising a hand to slowly wipe his right eye, his eyes burning from all the energy put into not crying

Biting his lip, Bakugo crashed to the ground, sitting on the street curb. Letting his arms balance on his knees, hands pathetically hanging. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t tell you what’s been going on.”

“Why not?” fired Midoriya, sitting beside Bakugo, his nametag jingling from the harsh movements.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” sighed Bakugo, covering his face in his hands before aggressively rubbing.

Looking down at his scared and crooked hands, Midoriya balled them into fists. “That’s not good enough. If I’m honest, that nothing-burger of an explanation makes me want to punch you.”

Bakugo looked at his clasped hands and frowned. “And I don’t want to ruin it after all these years.”

“Who cares about a surprise? If you can’t tell, I’m mad at you. If you expected me to have a positive reaction to whatever surprise has taken you six years, then you’ll be sorely mistaken. You can take that surprise and shove it,” chastised Midoriya brutally, wanting another drink and a long nap rather than ever this horrible conversation was turning into.

“What do you want from me?” complained Bakugo, too inexperienced to understand healthy communication. No longer being able to understand or read Midoriya was a blaring on-the-nose problem that was beating Bakugo on the back of the head.

Slowly rising from where he was sitting, Midoriya shook his head, “I waited for you. To explain it... or— apologize! Or tell me that you loved me. I waited for you... for years! I wish I stayed home.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Bakugo grabbed Midoriya's ankle tightly in his hand. “I’m building you a hero suit! One that looks like yours, but can mechanically emulate your quirks. Since I overheard you were quirkless again… I spent every second of free time trying to get you back at my side, achieving that dream to become heroes.”

“I don’t need a hero suit, I need you! I needed you to come into my hospital room and cry with me! I needed you to see me off at the airport or to beg me to stay! I needed you to visit me or tell me when would be a good time to visit you! I needed you to listen during those phone calls. I needed you to pay attention to what was going on in my life. I wanted you to celebrate and be the first one to see me the moment I got off that plane. When I walked into this place, I needed you to jump onto the table and blast your way to me. But you did none of that… and you still haven’t shown me you actually care,” cried Midoriya.

His eyes were squeezed shut so tight it made no sense how there was a fountain of tears pouring down his face. His face was cheery red and his snot shined in the street lamp light. His hands shook at his sides and the emotions poured out of him in thick unrelenting waves.

Bakugo was quick to rush forward and envelop Midoriya, digging his face deep into soft, fluffy hair that still smelt like the lemon All Might shampoo and conditioner set he used since childhood. Midoriya sank into the familiar black shirt, breathing the fabric that held to cologne he remembered complimenting Bakugo in mid-second year.

“It’s been six years, but I’m a selfish idiot. I spent so much of my day thinking about you. It feels like we just graduated, walking through the halls with our diplomas. I’m sorry I neglected you. And I’m sorry I’m such a dumbass. It doesn’t erase my words, my absence, or my lack of engagement during our calls and texts. If I’m honest, by the time we called, your voice was putting me to sleep,” confessed Bakugo, his voice muffled from where it was buried.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” huffed Midoriya, slapping Bakugo’s back. Still, Midoriya made no effort to get away, surrendering into the strong arms.

“I don’t know. I guess I panicked and got defensive because why the hell would I act normally when it comes to you,” grumbled Bakugo, appreciating the empty streets.

Sighing, Midoriya pulled back. “You’re an asshole.”

Grabbing Midoriya’s hands and squeezing them tightly within his own, Bakugo sucked in a breath. “Are you free this weekend?”

“That depends,” hesitated Midoriya, his gaze focused on their interlocked hands. Despite the majority of him still fuming and wanting to beat the ever-loving-shit out of Bakugo, he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding and his stomach flipping in anticipation with all the butterflies making sure to reignite his long suppressed longing.

“You and me. Saturday morning, we go hiking and see the cherry blossoms. Grab some lunch after. And I give you a tour of my hero agency,” listed Bakugo smoothly, rubbing his thumb over Midoriya’s bumpy knuckles.

Flicking his eyes up to Bakugo, Midoriya received a punch to the gut, feeling all air escape him. There was an unseen vulnerability and desire written in Bakugo’s eyes and his lips just barely curving into a smile, fear written in his twitching hands.

“How about… we go hiking, see cherry blossoms, eat lunch, and I take you back to my dorm?” suggested Midoriya, offering his own nervous smile.

“Sounds like a plan. Do you have a DVD player?” questioned Bakugo, raising an eyebrow.

Nodding slowly, Midoriya grinned. “Yeah, my dorm is like an apartment so I got a mini living room. I have a DVD player and some consoles.”

“I’ll bring some movies,” revealed Bakugo, feeling a rush of confidence return to him.

“See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” teased Midoriya, feeling a bit more like himself. Seeing a group approach in his peripherals, Midoriya looked toward the doorway. “Well, I think I’ve thoroughly freaked out my friends. I should get back to them.”

“Yeah, likewise… although I feel like I’m about to return to the shitshow of questions and cries of me to mend the wound on their behalf,” whinged Bakugo, letting his shoulder’s hunch over before letting go of Midoriya’s hand.

Shrugging, Midoriya fixed his face before approaching the door. “Let them figure it out themselves. You and Kirishima approached me directly and immediately announced you’d be making plans with me. They are more than capable of figuring that out themselves."

“I’m liking this attitude,” complimented Bakugo, walking beside Midoriya as they gave a curt nod to the bouncer.

Grinning, Midoriya rolled his eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, Bakugo grabbed Midoriya’s wrist once more. “Talk to you later?”

“Of course, who else will lull you to sleep,” breathed Midoriya, his gaze hungry despite his words being provoking.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny Freckles,” grumbled Bakugo, doing his best to fight the blush he knew was creeping up to his ears.

“I’ll talk to you later, Kacchan,” repeated Midoriya, turning away and walking to his table.

Bakugo was quick to return and much to his surprise, the group was far more focused on watching Midoriya than questioning Bakugo. Bakugo couldn’t help but join them.

The five adults all excitedly greeted Midoriya. One woman slid over a beer while the man next to Midoriya rubbed his back. Midoriya picked up the menu and immediately put all his focus back onto the other people wearing matching scrubs.

Bakugo paused, turning his attention away from Midoriya and back to the group. “How did I survive these past six years without him?”

While the group didn’t bother meeting the question with a response, Kirishima smiled at him.