- i will not do ships for characters under the age of 12
- no extremely odd ships (includes animalxhuman, 120 year old x 18 year old, etc.)
- i have the right to decline any submissions that i don’t want to write
Fandoms I’m in:
- MHA (my hero academia)
- ATLA (avatar the last airbender)
- TDI (total drama island)
- THG (the hunger games)
- Grey’s Anatomy (although, i’ve only gotten up to season11 and i haven’t watched it in full for a while)
- LOK (legend of korra, kind of, i haven’t watched the series in full yet)
- SK8 (still watching)
- JJK (still watching)
Other:
- most oneshots (especially mha ones) have already been posted on ao3 @/megansabode, atla oneshots are posted on ao3 @/ nowarinao3
- i can do au’s, just be specific
- i do have my own fantasy au of MHA, which i’ll do a post about soon, and i’ll link that post soon in a masterlist after i make it, which i may make oneshots in
- i don’t really write fully romantic scenes, i’ve only written kissing with tongue once or twice and that’s about as far as i’ve gone
- i’m shit at maths (you can tell if you’ve read ‘Will You Remember Me?’, my amnesia bakugo x remembering in 1080P HD izuku fic)
- usually i age up the characters because 1. i’ve written too much of them at high school in my main fic (a bkgxreader called leaf in the wind on wattpad and ao3) and 2. it’s more fun that way (and it doesn’t feel icky)
that’s about it!! happy reading <33
(this post may be edited to become a masterlist in the near future when i post more oneshots)
He sits down next to Hawks and grabs the laptop, pulling it in front of him.
Dabi glares at Hawks as he plays the game. “You should’ve worn this skirt.” He turns the laptop to face Hawks and points at a pleated skirt. “That fits with ‘School’ better.”
Hawks deadpans, staring at Dabi. “I-I’m sorry?”
“And—“ Dabi moves the character around. “—this necklace. Don’t layer them.”
Hawks blinks once, then twice, then manages to say, “You—how do you know this?”
-
Hawks has spent over half of his earnings on Roblox, is definitely mentally ill, and has a lot of problems with ‘PuppyLoverXx235’.
And Dabi is good at Dress To Impress.
OR
very short crack fic in which hawks and dabi win a game of dress to impress together
wc: 612
dabihawks oneshot. originally posted on ao3 @megansabode
contains: dabihawks, roblox, dress to impress, hawks being silly, dabi needs a hug, fluff, swearing
((i came up with the name for the random kid on the spot, don’t go looking for it 😭😭😭))
Hawks plays Roblox.
That’s about all people need to know to know that he’s fucking out of it.
He plays Dress To Impress, scams kids on Adopt Me and yells at them in mental hospital servers on Maple Hospital.
He also has about 15 accounts with hundreds of thousands of yen put into them all, because he gets banned so much.
The first time he thought he was truly mentally ill was when he spent half of his earnings as the number two hero (and a spy at the League Of Villains) on Robux and subscriptions.
Everyone’s out today. So, he sits at the bar on his laptop and plays Dress To Impress, arguing with children that get more stars than him.
But, honestly, ‘PuppyLoverXx235’ should not have gotten 15 stars for that absolute fucking abomination.
“Are you playing fucking Roblox?” The lid of the laptop slams down as Hawks swivels in his chair, and comes face to face with Dabi, who’s staring at him in disbelief. “Was that Dress To Impress?”
“No.” Hawks says. “I was, uh, looking at emails-“
“Looking at emails my ass, you were playing Roblox.” Hawks purses his lips as Dabi stares him down. “And you weren’t even on theme.” He sits down next to Hawks and grabs the laptop, pulling it in front of him.
Dabi glares at Hawks as he plays the game. “You should’ve worn this skirt.” He turns the laptop to face Hawks and points at a pleated skirt. “That fits with ‘School’ better.”
Hawks deadpans, staring at Dabi. “I-I’m sorry?”
“And—“ Dabi moves the character around. “—this necklace. Don’t layer them.”
Hawks blinks once, then twice, then manages to say, “You—how do you know this?”
“Because I wasn’t a sheltered kid?”
“No, like, how do you know…fashion. And this game. And school.”
The burnt villain’s eye twitches. “None of your business. Now, do you want to place first or not?”
“Uh, yes, yes please.” Hawks says, his hands holding the cushion of the barstool as Dabi makes an outfit to match the new theme—‘Pink’.
Before this, Hawks didn’t even know if Dabi knew that the colour pink exists.
And before this, Hawks only talked to Dabi for all of five seconds before the latter would start aggressively making out with him. Which Hawks didn’t mind, not at all, but this version of Dabi was a lot…calmer.
It almost didn’t feel like Dabi was a villain. Just a kid playing a stupid game with stupid children.
“Fucking disgusting.” Dabi snarls. Hawks looks at the screen, and laughs a little at the dumbass outfit some kid has created. “Do these kids actually know fashion or are they taking the piss?”
“Do you really need an answer to that question?” Dabi looks at Hawks, and Hawks swears he sees a little bit of a flicker at the edge of Dabi’s mouth.
“It was rhetorical.”
“No shit.”
The voting continues, and then the curtain falls. And Hawks…
Gets first place.
Dabi punches the air and Hawks just stares at him as he actually…smiles.
Oh, shit.
That looks good.
“Yes! See, I told you I could-“ Dabi’s voice fails as he clears his throat. “Yeah. You won.”
He gets up and walks away, but Hawks grabs his arm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dabi says. “Leave it.”
Hawks tightens his hold. “No, seriously. What’s wrong?” He gets up and looks up at Dabi (because Hawks is incredibly short for his age and gender, unfortunately) and says, “That was fun.”
He sees a flicker of something other than hatred or rage or annoyance in Dabi’s eyes for just a second.
She gets into her apartment and deadbolts her door after her. Her bag drops to the floor as she sighs, then goes to the kitchen and grabs a snack bar.
Her back leans against the counter behind her as she stares into the reflection of the tiles on the kitchen walls. And when someone appears behind her, she gasps and drops her snack bar, turning around.
Blonde hair. Red eyes. That stupid grin.
“Himiko?”
-
After Himiko died in the war, Ochaco has lost herself. She's hooked up with men to try and find some meaning in life, but that's difficult when you're lesbian and not over your highschool girlfriend. But when she's proposed to by the man she slept with, and Himiko shows up again, is this all a dream, or is it reality?
OR
Himiko is actually alive and Ochaco needs dire help
wc: 2876
himichako/ togachako oneshot, originally posted on ao3 @megansabode
((i use ‘ochaco’ instead of ‘ochako’ when i write her name, it’s just how i write it lmao))
contains: swearing, car chase, lesbian ochaco, toga isn’t actually dead, kissing with tongue, bkdk, aged up pro heroes
Since Himiko died on the battlefield, Ochaco has lost herself. She’s scared to even look in the mirror because she knows she’ll see her ex-girlfriend behind her, mocking her for changing herself.
Ochaco is a slut.
She knows it. Everyone says it. Well, not everyone. Some people choose nicer words. But she is a slut. That’s what she calls it. She finds no reason to sugarcoat it.
She hooks up with men and feels nothing. Nothing at all. All of her classmates are fine. They have relationships, or friendships to fall back on. Even Mina, who’s cupioromantic, has decided to raise a kid with Kirishima as friends.
And Ochaco’s stuck mourning over a girl who died years ago.
“Hey.” The man next to her grins. “You alright?” Ochaco nods, pulling the robe further over her body. “Mm. That was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.” It wasn’t. Ochaco thinks it was probably one of the worst nights she’s ever had.
“Mhm. You wanna know what I would do after this?” Ochaco doesn’t move her head or speak. “I would make you my wife and we’d do this every night. And then we’d have a bunch of kids running around and you’d just stay home while I get the money.” Ochaco feels like killing herself.
“Wow.” She says in a dull tone.
“Mhm. So.” The man moves in front of her and gets on one knee, pulling out a ring. “Will you marry me?”
What the fuck.
Ochaco just stares at him, a chill going down her spine. Half of her wants to be special, to settle for what. But the other half of her doesn’t want to be an object used for sex, tied to a bed to create children for the rest of her life.
“Uh, I’ll think about it.” She says. He grins and nods, handing her the ring. She’s tempted to throw it into the bin.
“Make the right choice, darling.” Oh, now she’s really going to jump off the fucking roof. She grabs her clothes and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
She pulls her clothes on, and her phone rings. She picks it up. “Mhm?”
“So, what fuckward did you hook up with this time?” Katsuki asks. She groans. “How bad?”
“Terrible.” She says. “Oh, it was just horrible. Sometimes I feel bad that you’re gay.”
Katsuki laughs. “Yeah, but I’m dating someone.”
“Ha-ha.” Ochaco pauses, remembering the ring. “Oh, shit, Katsuki.”
“What?”
“He fucking proposed to me.” Instead of being horrified after hearing that, Katsuki just bursts out laughing. “What?”
“He gave you terrible sex and proposed to you after? What kind of fucking dick did you find, Ochaco?” He asks, still laughing. “Holy shit, get out of there.”
“I’m getting out.” She says. “He said he’ll make me his wife and use me as a sex slave, too.”
Katsuki stopped laughing. “He said what?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to live in mine and Izuku’s spare room?” He asks.
“Mm. I’m sure. I’m just…gonna go home.”
“Alright. Stay safe.” Katsuki tells her.
She nods. “Yeah. Tell Izuku I said hi.” Katsuki hums in approval and hangs up.
Ochaco pulls the rest of her clothes on and leaves while the man’s in the shower. She doesn’t even bother to leave a note—she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to see him ever again.
Her apartment isn’t too far away—which she probably needs to change. That man doesn’t seem like the type to just leave her alone after proposing to her.
Does he think that it isn’t just one night? Because that’s what she does—one night. Only one.
Not becoming a wife and giving a man children for the rest of her life.
She gets into her apartment and deadbolts her door after her. Her bag drops to the floor as she sighs, then goes to the kitchen and grabs a snack bar.
Her back leans against the counter behind her as she stares into the reflection of the tiles on the kitchen walls. And when someone appears behind her, she gasps and drops her snack bar, turning around.
Blonde hair. Red eyes. That stupid grin.
“Himiko?”
Himiko smiles, her head tilting to the side. “Hey, Ochaco. Is this your new apartment? Much better than the old one.” Ochaco stares at Himiko as she walks closer. “Looks more expensive, too.”
Is she dreaming? She has to be.
“A-are you real?” Ochaco asks, her voice breaking. Himiko just laughs, and Ochaco feels a part of her heart mend itself.
“Of course I’m real, silly!” Ochaco reaches out her hand, and touches Himiko.
“W-what? But—but you’re dead! You died in my arms!” Himiko purses her lips.
“They—they got me back alive. At the Hospital. They threatened to send me to Tartarus, but then I made a deal…”
“What deal?” Ochaco asks. Himiko stays silent and Ochaco grabs her shoulders. “What deal, Himiko?”
“I—I go into hiding. And they don’t care about me. And I’ve…I’ve been stalking you, too. Not like, entirely, I don’t watch you…do anything. But I’ve missed you.”
“Why—why didn’t you ever tell me? You could’ve come to me, I would’ve kept you safe, Himiko.” She says, her hands going up to cup Himiko’s face. “I–I love you-”
“Someone who loves me wouldn’t go and hook up with a hundred men after I’m dead.” Ochaco’s breath hitches in her throat, and Himiko moves back. “How about you accept that proposal, huh? You could’ve chucked that ring in your pocket in the trash–why didn’t you?”
“I will!” Ochaco shouts. “I-I will, I promise, I-”
“No, you won’t. Because you want to feel special. And I’m not going to make you feel special because I’m a villain.” She bites the last word out, and Ochaco gasps. “I told you this would happen.”
I told you so.
Ochaco shakes her head. “No, I don’t–I’ve never cared that you’re a villain. Never.”
“So why are you sleeping around?”
“Because you died!” Ochaco screams. “You died and you left me and I fucking broke down! You died and I died with you! And, I can’t—I can’t even let myself think about you because I knew you would hate me, and look where that got me!” She yells, her voice raspy from shouting. “I—I can’t do this!”
Himiko stares at her as Ochaco grabs the ring and twists it, then throws it in the bin. “There. There—there, it’s gone.”
She doesn’t even realise she’s crying until Himiko hugs her, the soft and safe arms making her cry even more. “Ochaco-“
“I don’t even know who I am anymore, Himiko. I’m—I’m scared. I’m scared of myself, I don’t know why I’m doing this.”
“Ochaco-“
“Himiko, I don’t want to do this-“
Himiko grabs Ochaco’s face, her thumbs against the girl’s cheeks. “Ochaco. It’s fine.”
“But you said earlier-“
“Forget what I said. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Yeah, this is confusing. I’m confusing, you’re confusing, we’re confusing. But I fucking love you and I have ever since the first day I saw you and thought you’d look better covered in blood.” Ochaco laughs. “But now, I don’t care whether you’re covered in blood or not. I just love you.”
Ochaco stares at Himiko, then says those four words that many could find difficult to say, and four words that Ochaco could never say to anyone else. “I love you too.” She pauses. “Himiko.”
“I love the way you say my name.” Ochaco laughs. “And I love you.”
They lock eyes, and the unspoken words of everything they’ve wanted to say are spoken, silently. Ochaco stares at Himiko’s red eyes as Himiko stares at Ochaco’s brown eyes, and soon they stare into each other’s eyes.
And then they lean in.
And then they kiss. And Himiko’s hands go to Ochaco’s waist and Ochaco’s arms wrap around Himiko’s neck. Ochaco leans back as Himiko’s hands move to Ochaco’s lower back, holding her as she deepens the kiss.
Ochaco gasps as she feels Himiko’s tongue against her lips, and she parts them, letting out a small noise as Himiko’s tongue presses against hers.
This is different. This is different from the hook-ups, from the horrific sex Ochaco has put herself through with hundreds of men.
Because this is Himiko. This is Ochaco’s (kind of) ex girlfriend, this is the girl Ochaco kissed in the comfort of closets, this is the girl that everyone guessed after the war that Ochaco hated.
Ochaco has never loved Himiko more. And Ochaco has never hated Himiko.
They pull away quickly at a loud bang on the door. “Oh, no.” Ochaco whispers.
“Is that—oh, shit.” Himiko gets up. “Stay here.” Ochaco nods, moving back into her apartment, and she moves into the kitchen, her back flush against the wall.
The man who proposed to her is at her door. She just knows it—she knows he’s here. He’s probably been stalking her.
The door opens. “Hey!” Himiko says, leaning against the door. Oh, fuck. Himiko had opened the door.
Himiko’s supposed to be dead.
“T-Toga?” The man gasps, and Ochaco hears a foot move. “The villain? Where—where’s Uraraka Ochaco?”
Oh. Wait.
“Oh, I’m afraid she’s not around anymore.” The man gasps and Ochaco hears movement down the steps. The door closes and Himiko soon comes into view.
“I’m afraid the police may be here in the next four minutes, tops.” She says.
Ochaco sighs. “Fuck’s sake.” She grabs Himiko’s hand and gets her keys and phone, then goes to her room and grabs her hero costume, then goes back to the door.
“You’re not going to take anything else?”
“I don’t have anything else.”
“Oh.” They go down the stairs and get to Ochaco’s car. Ochaco gets in the driver’s seat and Himiko gets in the passenger seat. “Never thought I’d be a passenger princess.” Ochaco rolls her eyes and connects her phone to the car.
She presses, ‘Call’ and taps on Katsuki’s name. He immediately picks up. “The hell do you want? I’m busy here-“
“Hey, Bakugo!” Himiko shouts.
Fuck.
Katsuki pauses, then yells. “What the fuck?” Ochaco hears Izuku mumble in the background. “Toga?”
“Toga?” Izuku mumbles. Ochaco groans as she starts up the car and starts driving out of the car park.
“There she is!” The man yells. Ochaco checks the rearview mirror. The police have just pulled up.
“Shit. Himiko, hold on.” Himiko nods and Ochaco pushes the car into sport mode, then speeds down the long road outside her apartment complex. “Katsuki, I may be bringing the police to your house.”
“You may be what?” Katsuki yells into the receiver.
“What’s happening?” Izuku asks.
Ochaco sighs. “Do you remember when I said that guy proposed to me?”
Now it’s Izuku’s turn to yell. “When that guy what?”
“Long story.” Katsuki, Ochaco and Himiko say at the same time. Izuku just groans.
“Yeah?” Katsuki says. “Wait-“
“He stalked Ochaco and I went to the door and…insinuated I killed Ochaco. So now the police are after us and—holy shit, Ochaco! Ochaco turns around a corner, pulling the steering wheel completely to the side. “Do you want us to be roadkill or something?”
“Shut up and let me drive.” She pulls on the handbrake and they speed down the road, the police sirens getting louder.
“Are those sirens?” Katsuki yells.
“Katsuki, considering you used to be top of our class, I would think your comprehension skills would be better!” Ochaco shouts, the speed pulling her body back as she overtakes a car.
She just hears Katsuki groan. “Well, yeah, but you’re in a fucking car chase.”
“She’s in a what?” Izuku asks in a tired tone.
“Go to sleep, Izuku.”
“But I-“
“Go to sleep.” Izuku goes silent and Katsuki sighs again. “What’s your speed?”
“110.” Ochaco says, pulling around a corner again. “70. 120.”
“I really don’t care about your sappy shit right now, because Ochaco’s about to fucking kill us!” Himiko yells, holding onto the sides of her seat. “Fucking hell!”
“Ever heard of road rage, Himiko?”
“I joined the LOV at the age of 16, no, I don’t know what road rage is, Ochaco! Unless you mean chasing down a huge truck to steal quirk-cancelling bullets from Overhaul, but I wasn’t even really there for that!” Himiko shouts.
“Oh, fuck.” Katsuki sighs, and Ochaco can almost see him rubbing his temples. “When’re you gonna be here?”
Ochaco checks her side mirror. “Himiko, get in the back. Lay low.”
“While you’re going five times the speed limit? No!”
“Oh, that’s an exaggeration.”
“It’s what it feels like!” Himiko yells. “Oh, fuck, we’re dead.” Himiko climbs through the gaps between the front two chairs, sliding under them.
“Alright, Katsuki. See you soon.”
“Ochaco, you can’t be seriously-“ She hangs up before he can yell at her even more. Ochaco slows down and pulls over, then grabs her hero costume and presses a button, pulling it on quickly. Then, she gets out of the car.
“You are—Uravity?” The policeman closest to her shouts. “Wh—but-“
“Are you serious?” Ochaco yells. “I was about to capture a villain and now you’re chasing me down?”
“Wh—what villain?” The policeman asks.
“That one.” Ochaco points at the man who proposed to her just earlier.
His eyes widen. “What? No—no, Im not a villain-“
“On what charge?” The policeman asks Ochaco. “Uravity, you must have a reason-“
“Breaking and entering. And stalking. Oh, and can lying be added to that list, we all know that Toga Himiko is dead.” The policemen gasp, then one goes to arrest the man.
“What? No, you can’t seriously be doing this, you told me where you live!” Ochaco just crosses her arms, staring at him.
“Take him away.” The policeman says. “Thank you, Uravity. Sorry for the trouble.”
“Don’t let it happen again.” Ochaco says.
She turns and gets back in her car and drives away. She knows that the man won’t be in prison for long without foolproof evidence.
So it’s time to take up Katsuki’s offer.
Himiko pushes herself out from under the seats. “I hated that.”
Ochaco laughs. “I guessed as much. It’s only five minutes to Katsuki’s and Izuku’s, anyway.” Himiko nods, sitting in the back seat.
“What did you say to them?” She asks.
“Not much. They arrested the man for stalking and breaking and entering. Although, I don’t think that we should go back now that he knows where I live.”
“So…?”
“Katsuki’s and Izuku’s. I’m sure they won’t mind another person staying around.” Himiko sighs, but nods, and Ochaco drives on.
“We’re here!” Ochaco chucks her spare key on the kitchen table as Himiko looks around. Katsuki and Izuku are the top paid heroes in Japan, so they both have a house, instead of an apartment like the other heroes from Class 1-A.
“Holy shit…” Himiko mutters.
“What’re you gawking at?” Katsuki asks as he walks down the stairs. “It’s a house.”
“Mm. It’s a house with a villain who’s never had a proper family in it.” Himiko comments. Katsuki rolls his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him.
Ochaco sighs. “Got the guy arrested. But I don’t think he’ll be there for long.”
“You can stay here-“
She cuts Katsuki off. “Why do you think I’m here?” He sighs. “I’m getting my shit together.”
“Finally.” Izuku says, in the middle of the stairs. Ochaco rolls her eyes and he smiles. “I was waiting for the day you stopped wasting away and never staying at your apartment.”
“Hm. Me too.” Himiko says.
Ochaco scoffs. “Is this slut-shaming?”
“Yes.” All three say at the same time.
“And if it’s on record, all the men you got with were fucking shit. I didn’t even need to meet them to know that.” Katsuki says.
“Wow. Great. Thanks for that.” Ochaco says, sighing. “So…can me and Himiko take the spare room?”
Katsuki nods. “Yeah, just don’t be too loud.”
“Homophobia.” Himiko comments.
“Shut up.”
“Yeah, yeah, get on with your gay shit.” Himiko says, grabbing Ochaco’s arm and pulling her towards the stairs.
“Touché!” Katsuki yells as Himiko puts up her middle finger and goes up the stairs. Once they’re up, Ochaco shows Himiko where the room is and they sit down on the bed.
“I like this place. Very nice.”
“Mhm.” Ochaco stares at her hand wrapped around Himiko’s.
Himiko grabs her chin gently, then turns her face to hers. “What’s wrong?”
“For some reason, I feel like I’m dreaming.” Ochaco says. “And I really don’t want to be dreaming.”
“...Of course you’re not dreaming, silly. But, are you tired?” Ochaco nods slowly. “Alright. Wanna go to bed?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be nice.” Himiko smiles and Ochaco lays on her side, Himiko’s arms wrapping around her waist from behind. “Goodnight, Himiko.”
“Goodnight, Ochaco.”
And when Ochaco wakes up in the morning, she’s in the man’s bed again.
Maybe she should check herself into a mental hospital the next time she dreams that Himiko’s still alive again.
And the one person keeping Izuku from leaving was Katsuki.
Katsuki. His Kacchan. The boy with the anger issues, with the spiky blonde hair, with the vermillion eyes that complimented Izuku’s viridian.
Because if Izuku left, he wouldn’t get the gentle kisses, the ruffling of his hair, the soft-spoken words in his ear anymore.
If Izuku left, another part of himself would die. And he’d already lost too much.
-
Izuku wants to save Shigaraki. But Katsuki is in his way of that being possible.
OR
Izuku wants to leave and Katsuki no no wanna
wc: 951
bkdk oneshot, originally posted on ao3 @megansabode
contains: izuku centric, canon divergence, rough kissing, kissing with tongue, angst, hurt/no comfort, bad ending, izuku leaving
Izuku hadn’t felt alive in a long time. Well, he did sometimes. But not entirely. And it ate him whole.
He’d promised a long time ago that he wouldn’t leave. Not again. Not after he became a vigilante and left Class 1-A.
“Mm. Izuku.” Katsuki mumbled in his sleep, his hand moving over the boy’s chest. “Stay.”
That was why he could never bring himself to leave. Because every night, when Katsuki was asleep, he’d say one word.
Stay.
But Izuku couldn’t. Not when Shigaraki was a world-wide threat and not while Izuku didn’t know himself whether he was going to be the one to kill the villain or not. Or, whether he was going to kill Shigaraki at all.
And the one person keeping Izuku from leaving was Katsuki.
Katsuki. His Kacchan. The boy with the anger issues, with the spiky blonde hair, with the vermillion eyes that complimented Izuku’s viridian.
Because if Izuku left, he wouldn’t get the gentle kisses, the ruffling of his hair, the soft-spoken words in his ear anymore.
If Izuku left, another part of himself would die. And he’d already lost too much.
He sighed. He needed to leave—he couldn’t put Katsuki in any more danger. “Kacchan.” He muttered, tapping the boy’s shoulder.
No answer. He sighed again, and shook Katsuki awake, gently.
Katsuki groaned, opening his eyes. “Izuku?” He asked groggily, looking up at him. “What—why’d you wake me up?”
“I—I just wanted to look at you for a bit.” Katsuki nodded, then his eyes narrowed. He sat up quickly. “What?” Izuku asked.
“You’re leaving again.” Izuku opened his mouth, then closed it. “Don’t give me that fucking look, Izuku, you’re leaving, aren’t you?” Izuku sighed, bowing his head in shame. “For fucks sake.”
“I want you to be safe-“
“So stop playing hero!” Katsuki shouted, grabbing Izuku’s hands. “All you’ll do by leaving is make me feel like shit again. Do you want that to happen?” Izuku shook his head. “So stop thinking about it.”
“I have to, Kacchan.” Izuku said. “As One For All’s successor-“
“Fuck One For All! This is about us! You and me! Don’t give up before we’ve even started!” Izuku stared into Katsuki’s eyes, and Katsuki stared back, plea lacing his voice. “Stay.”
There it was. That word again. That word that jabbed through Izuku’s chest and punctured his heart.
He shook his head. “I can’t. Not when Shigaraki is an international threat. Not when I’m the one that should be out there fighting him, helping him.”
“Stay.”
“They’ll kill him!” Izuku yelled.
“Yeah? He’s basically All For One now-“
“He’s just a kid! Like you, like me, he—he’s just a kid! He was manipulated, and groomed, and changed, but all he is is a messed up kid! Like you, like me!” Izuku shouted.
“Kacchan, I can’t just let them kill him.” He said.
“Take me with you.” Katsuki pleaded, his grip tightening on Izuku’s hands.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“He’ll kill you.”
“But-“
“No!” Izuku yelled. “I’m not losing you!”
Katsuki stared at him, then said in a solemn voice, “And you don’t think I’m afraid of losing you, too?” Izuku pursed his lips. “This is a suicide mission, Izuku-“
“Yeah. And he’ll kill me or I’ll die trying to save Shimura Tenko. That’s my purpose.”
“To die?” Katsuki yelled.
Izuku narrowed his eyes. “Everyone’s purpose is to die-“
“You’re not even fucking seventeen yet, Izu!” Izuku’s heart stopped everytime Katsuki shortened his name. “Kids who are sixteen don’t die fighting a war! Not usually!”
“I’m not a normal kid.” Izuku bit.”
Katsuki scoffed. “Well, no fucking shit. My point is- my point is that I fucking need you, okay? For fuck’s sake, Izuku, I love you.”
Izuku stared at Katsuki. Then, he got up, pulling his hands out of Katsuki’s grip. “Izuku?”
Izuku pulled on his costume, then Gran Torino’s scarf. “You—you’re not even going to say it back?” Izuku paused, then walked over to the door. “Can’t you be selfish for one second of your damn life?”
“I am being selfish. If I was being selfless, I would’ve stayed here with you and let Shigaraki die at the hands of a hero or All For One.” Izuku said.
“Then let me be selfish.” Katsuki got up and walked over to Izuku, grabbing his face. “And make you stay.”
“You can’t change my mind, Kacchan.” Yes you can, Izuku thought, But I won’t let you.
“Please. I love you.” And there it was again. The words that made Izuku want to break himself into pieces for Katsuki to have all for himself.
Izuku almost said it. The response. But he didn’t. He just stared into Katsuki’s eyes, maintaining a cold gaze against Katsuki’s beggard one. Izuku fought the urge to go back to bed and pretend that this all never happened.
Because Katsuki would let him do that. Katsuki would let him do anything. Just not leave.
“I need you.” Katsuki said. Izuku grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, almost instinctively. The boy’s lips met in a crash, and they collided roughly.
Tongue clashed against tongue. Fingernails dug into waists. Hands went up shirts.
And eventually, Izuku pulled away, then moved backwards. “Goodbye. Katsuki.”
“No- no!” Katsuki yelled, running forward. But he was met with a door. “Izuku!” He pulled it open and ran out, but there was nothing to be seen.
No Izuku. No boyfriend. No lover. Nobody.
He fell to the floor and sobbed. A few hours later, he woke up, and he went back to bed, his hand on Izuku’s side, desperately searching for the boy.
currently planning a new bkdk oneshot set when they’re in first year because i never write anything from first year 🧍♀️
i’m also going to start writing a multi-chapter one on my ao3, i already have one up (which is kinda bkdk but at the same time idrk) but i want to write a villain deku one as well so yeah!! more info about that soon lol
“We have a mission. For the two of you.” The man set the carrier on the table and Katsuki swore he heard something move in it.
It must’ve been one big fucking cat. The carrier was huge.
“A cat?” Katsuki asked, unamused. To his surprise, the official shook his head.
“A child.” Katsuki looked at Izuku, who seemed as confused as the former was. “A child who has a very, very powerful quirk that you two need to work together to raise.”
“I’m fucking sorry?”
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After the war, Katsuki lost all memories of what had happened, including apologising to Izuku. But Izuku remembered everything, in every detail. So when they're given a kid who can steal their quirks and have to share a room together, they might just get back to their relationship they had during the war.
OR
Katsuki has amnesia and Izuku remembers everything in HD 1080P and they have to raise a kid.
wc: 7876
bkdk oneshot. also posted on ao3 @megansabode
(war au is slightly changed, oneshot written after 419 and before 420 manga chapters)
contains: swearing, (slight) gore, soft katsuki, katsuki being a good dad, izuku being very (not) subtle, angst, hurt/comfort, katsuki centric (can switch to izuku centric in some paragraphs)
Katsuki groaned as he rolled out of his blanket, crushing his alarm with his fist. He looked up, groaning as he blinked multiple times to open the one eye that still worked to see that his alarm was now broken.
“Fuck’s sake.” He muttered. “It’s too damn early for this shit.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes, flinching at the sudden twinge of pain from the scars on the right side of his face. Sometimes, when he was feeling stupid, he’d stick a finger into his empty eye socket. He didn’t know why, he guessed that sometimes he wanted to see if this shit was still a fever dream or not.
It wasn’t. His eye was gone. And so were, still, all of his memories from the war.
To say that he was confused when fucking Deku was wrapping his arms around him was an understatement. And the fact that Deku had said he’d apologised? When the fuck did he do that?
He couldn’t remember doing any of that shit, that was for sure.
Apparently he’d killed All For One. Great. And where was his reward? Nowhere. They didn’t even give him any funds when he plunged straight into debt after graduating.
If he was such a great hero, why didn’t they treat him like it?
“Deku!” Katsuki yelled. “I need a new alarm!”
“Again?” Izuku’s voice was slightly muffled, Katsuki guessed that he was brushing his teeth. Yes, again. Katsuki had broken his last alarm. And the one before that. And the one before that.
And he definitely was not going to use his phone. He’d just buy alarm after alarm until he got used to waking up at five AM easily again.
But after spending the past two years in and out of the Hospital, he doubted that would be happening anytime soon.
“You need help?” Izuku yelled from his bathroom.
“I’m fine!” No, Katsuki wasn’t fine. He’d only just realised the amount of fucking glass in his hand. After what must’ve been hundreds of trips to the hospital, he guessed that he must’ve been at least a little immune to pain now. And this was no different. He didn’t feel pain, there was just a shit ton of blood dripping onto his floor. He groaned and pulled on his clothes, making sure he didn’t get blood on his shirt, then walked out into the hallway.
“Kacchan, you’re bleeding.” Izuku said from the other side of the hallway as Katsuki attempted to pull the glass out.
“No fucking shit.” He said bluntly, grunting as Izuku grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him into his room. He sat Katsuki down on his bed and grabbed some tweezers, then started picking the glass out. “I’m fine, it’s just glass-”
“And?” Izuku asked, looking up at Katsuki. “I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt. Do you want to lose a hand like me?” Katsuki pursed his lips as his eye caught on the prosthetic arm Izuku had in replacement of his right arm.
Katsuki had lost his arm too, but the doctors had been able to reconstruct it, as they did with Izuku’s left arm. But his right one was unsalvageable.
If that idiot didn’t just fucking stay where he was and didn’t get sucked into that time portal or whatever it was, none of this would’ve ever happened. Well, Katsuki still wouldn’t have his eye, but Izuku wouldn’t have to get used to having no left arm anymore.
At least Katsuki was close to 18 when he died on the battlefield. When Izuku was on his deathbed, he was basically still freshly 17.
And now he was 20. And Izuku was 19. And the two still woke up to each other screaming from nightmares every night.
They never talked about it. Never. They didn’t need to. Their small, “Are you okay”’s in the morning were enough. And they would both nod to each other. Then, they’d move on from it.
Katsuki could never remember what he was even dreaming about. How could he–he didn’t remember anything from the battlefield. It just felt…weird. And he always felt like he needed to know whether Izuku was still alive or not.
But he’d pushed that out after his therapist, Recovery Girl’s daughter, had suggested that he actually cared about Izuku. Because he didn’t. Why would he care?
They heard a doorbell and Izuku looked up. He grabbed bandages after pulling out the last shard and then wrapped bandages around Katsuki’s hand. Then, he got up and walked out of his room, over to the apartment door.
Katsuki flexed his hand as he waited. He was still a little iffy after Izuku’s comment about not having a hand. Did that nerd really have to remind Katsuki about that? Or was it just because he didn’t remember anything else?
“Is your roommate home?” Katsuki heard a low voice travel from the kitchen. And soon, his name was called by Izuku. Not his name, just the stupid ‘Kacchan’ Izuku always yelled. But to Izuku, that was basically Katsuki’s name.
He groaned, getting off Izuku’s bed and walking into the kitchen to see a Hero Commission official with something that looked like a cat carrier in his arms. “Yeah?” The official looked down at Katsuki’s hand and frowned, then looked at Izuku.
“We have a mission. For the two of you.” The man set the carrier on the table and Katsuki swore he heard something move in it.
It must’ve been one big fucking cat. The carrier was huge.
“A cat?” Katsuki asked, unamused. To his surprise, the official shook his head.
“A child.” Katsuki looked at Izuku, who seemed as confused as the former was. “A child who has a very, very powerful quirk that you two need to work together to raise.”
“I’m fucking sorry?” Katsuki stormed forward, but Izuku held him back with his metal arm. “Deku-”
Izuku flinched at the name. “Shush.” He looked at the official. “Why are they in a cat carrier, then? If they really are a child?”
“They are too dangerous-”
“So you want the kid in a cage? Move out of the way.” Katsuki pushed Izuku’s arm out of the way and attempted to open the carrier. It was locked, but Katsuki pulled the door off and tried to pick the kid up. He could barely see them, but he could see them moving further back in the carrier. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help.” He said in a soft tone. The kid slowly crawled forward and he smiled.
Their face came into view and he saw she was a girl, with dark brown hair and violet eyes. Her hair was choppy, her lips chapped, and she looked around six or seven.
She reminded him far too much of Eri. With the scars on her arms and face. With the stupid hospital gown she wore. The official stepped back as the girl crawled out of the carrier and Katsuki glared at him, then picked up the girl. “What’s her name?” He asked, holding her in the crook of his elbow.
“Dynamight, I advise-”
“What. Is. Her. Name?” Katsuki repeated as the girl wrapped her fingers around tufts of his hair.
“...005.”
“How old is she?”
“Seven.”
“What’s her quirk called?” Katsuki asked as the girl giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He couldn’t help but smile as she played with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“Steal.” Izuku’s jaw dropped and he reached out to stop Katsuki, but Katsuki just moved away. He didn’t even seem to care.
Because he didn’t. In all honesty, he hadn’t used his quirk in a fucking year. He didn’t need to and he didn’t want to. The last time he’d used his quirk it had fucked him up so bad that he didn’t think he was even able to use it anymore.
He still wanted to be the No.1 hero. In other ways. And if that way was raising a girl who had a stealing quirk, then so fucking be it. That was what he was going to do.
“Kacchan-“
“Shut up.” Katsuki looked back at the official. “Is that all you needed to say?”
The official nodded. “Good luck with…it.” Katsuki would’ve fucking killed that official if Izuku wasn’t holding onto his arm like a vice. The official left with the carrier and Katsuki turned to Izuku.
Izuku gulped. “Are you sure about this?”
“Set up my room as hers. I’ll clean up the glass on the floor.” Katsuki smiled again as the girl giggled again, pulling his hair slightly. “Ow, Kiro.”
“You named it?”
“Her.” Katsuki bit back.
Izuku shook his head. “Not my point! You named a kid who can steal your quirk? Kacchan, this is on a whole other level! I could lose One For All! You could lose your quirk!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Then don’t get near her.” Katsuki set Kiro down on the counter. “Be a good girl and stay here, okay?” Kiro nodded and he smiled, ruffling her hair before he walked out, going to his room. Izuku followed him quickly, keeping his eye on the kid as she sat down on the counter, playing with some scent beads on the side.
“You’re out of your mind, Kacchan!” Izuku yelled as Katsuki grabbed a dustpan and brush. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” He said bluntly, picking up the glass on the floor.
“Well—where are you going to sleep?”
“The couch. Obviously.” He said, standing up and throwing all of the shards of glass into the bin. He grabbed what remained of the alarm and chucked it in there, too.
Izuku sighed. “No.”
“No?”
“You’re sleeping in my bed.”
“I’m what?” Katsuki asked, turning around.
Izuku stood his ground (for once in his fucking life, Katsuki thought) and glared at Katsuki. “You are going to sleep in my bed while we work out what to do with our child, okay?”
“Fine. But don’t expect me to fucking cuddle up with you or some shit.” Izuku rolled his eyes but moved around the room, picking up everything that was Katsuki’s. “They could’ve moved us into a bigger place.” Katsuki mumbled as he took down his posters.
Izuku rolled his eyes again. “They won’t do that. They don’t have enough funds.”
“Don’t have enough funds, my ass.” Katsuki muttered. “They have billions, Deku.” Izuku flinched at the name again and Katsuki wanted to fucking kill himself.
Maybe Katsuki should’ve taken that swan dive off the roof.
Katsuki grabbed his clothes and shoved them into a suitcase. In all honesty, he didn’t mind having Izuku’s bed. It was much comfier than his, as Izuku had arrived at the apartment first.
“I’m gonna go check on her.” He said, walking out of the room and going to the kitchen. To his surprise, the girl was still sitting on the counter, giggling to herself. “What’re you giggling about, huh?” She squealed as he picked her up and held her in one hand, as if she was an airplane. Then, he pulled her to him and held her in front of him. “You stink.”
She giggled again. “You stink.” So she can talk. Katsuki gasped dramatically as she laughed and brought her into the bathroom. She let out a small ‘oof’ as he put her down on the side of the sink and started to fill up the bath. “What’s your name?” She asked.
Katsuki turned around. He didn’t really expect her to be that fluent speaking to anyone, before she had just laughed and giggled. But she sounded confident as she spoke, even if she did have a slight lisp hidden behind her words. Maybe she just didn’t want to talk in front of the official. “Katsuki.” He said.
“Kat-shu-ki?” Katsuki laughed as she struggled to say his name. “Kath-su-chi?”
Not just a slight lisp.
Katsuki smiled. “Katsu.” He said.
“Katsu.” That was a lot easier for her to say.
“Just call me that.” She nodded, looking around the bathroom as he filled up the bath. He didn’t want it to be too full—she could’ve drowned otherwise—so he filled it up so it would cover just up to her waist while she was sitting down. “Test it with your foot.”
She nodded and got up, then put her foot in the bath, smiling. “Is that good?” He asked. She nodded and he started to take off her hospital gown.
He’d bathed female baby cousins before, so he knew what he was doing. He lowered her into the bath and she grinned, splashing.
“Okay, don’t get it all over me.” She laughed as he cleaned her with a smile.
“Kacchan—what are you doing?” Izuku asked, standing in the doorway.
“Giving her a bath. She stank.” Kiro laughed even more as she splashed around, and Katsuki let out a laugh as she got soapy water all over him.
“Kacchan-“
“Shut up. Give me the shampoo.” Izuku sighed and grabbed the bottle, then handed it to Katsuki. “Close your eyes.” He told Kiro. She nodded and closed her eyes, and he put shampoo on his hands, then rubbed it into her hair, creating foam. She reached her hands up to touch it but he pushed them back down, making her pout. Some of the foam went inside her mouth and she gagged for a couple seconds, until she stopped, looking up at Katsuki.
“You’re mean.” She said.
“Oh, am I now?” She nodded, then giggled when he forced her eyes shut so the shampoo wouldn’t get in them. Then, he grabbed the small bucket from the side of the tub and filled it up with water. He tipped it over her head and she giggled as he pressed the side of his palm against her forehead.
Katsuki could’ve sworn he heard Izuku laugh a little, but when he turned around, the green-haired young adult just stood there, crossing his arms. But his large, veridian eyes were softened and wide, which was something that Katsuki hadn’t seen much since he had woken up in that damn hospital bed, not remembering anything about how the fuck he’d gotten there, with a missing eye and an arm that felt like it wasn’t his.
“Kacchan, when will you be done so I can talk to you?” Izuku asked.
“When you make yourself useful?” Katsuki suggested. “Conditioner.” Izuku sighed but handed the hotheaded young adult the bottle, and he sat down on the floor next to Katsuki as the latter started to apply conditioner to Kiro’s ends.
Kiro’s hair was long, and it fell down her back. She was also thin, very thin. Too thin to be a healthy seven year old. “Kacchan, we need to talk about this whole thing.”
Kiro tilted her head to the side, and Katsuki (as gently as he could) moved it back. “Are you talking about me like I’m not here?” She asked. Katsuki snorted and looked over at Izuku.
Izuku shook his head quickly, swatting his hands in front of him. “No! Not at all! I was just, uhh…trying to talk to…” Izuku looked at Katsuki, as if asking what he should call him.
“To Katsu?” Kiro asked.
He smiled. “Yeah. To Katsu.” Izuku looked at Katsuki, who rolled his eyes.
“What’s your name?” Kiro asked, leaning forward in the bath. Katsuki pulled her back gently and she pouted again.
“Izuku.” Izuku smiled.
The girl nodded. “Izuku.”
Why couldn’t she just fucking say my name as easy as that? Katsuki wondered, side-eyeing Izuku, and groaning when he saw that the ‘old friend’ to the side of him was grinning.
“Yeah! Izuku.” Kiro splashed again in joy and Izuku laughed as she got water all over him. “Kiro!” Katsuki forced back the smile that threatened to show on his face as he heard Izuku say the girl’s name.
And Izuku continued to make small talk with Kiro as Katsuki bathed her.
“Goodnight.” Katsuki smiled, tucking Kiro into the bed. She giggled as Izuku walked in, and handed her a plush. Katsuki deadpanned at the All Might plush from years ago.
The one that Katsuki had bought Izuku for his fourth birthday.
“Thank you!” Kiro mused and Izuku laughed as she held the toy in front of her.
“You’re very welcome. Goodnight, Kiro. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s words, then walked out with him, turning off the light. Kiro grinned at Katsuki and Izuku stayed by the doorway, watching as Katsuki looked at Kiro.
The girl giggled and Katsuki laughed. “Night.” He walked out and closed the bedroom door behind him, then stared at the door, his laughter fading into a frown.
“Kacchan?”
“Move.” Katsuki said, going into Izuku’s room. Izuku sighed and walked in after him, then closed the door. “What do you want?”
“Well, you are in my room.”
“Yeah, because it was your idea for me to be here. So spill, Deku. What do you want to talk to me about?” Katsuki sat down at the end of the bed.
Izuku sighed again. “Do you really not care if she steals your quirk?” He asked.
“I…” Katsuki groaned, falling back against the bed. “I don’t know.” Izuku sat down next to him. “I mean, yeah, my quirk’s great and all, but the last time I properly used it I almost fucking died.”
“You did die.”
“Yeah, but not entirely because of my quirk, dipshit.” Izuku rolled his eyes. “I just…we don’t even know how she steals quirks. How are we supposed to be scared if she’s actually just extremely calm?”
Suddenly, Izuku stood up. “What’re you doing?” Katsuki asked, sitting up. Izuku grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started pacing. “Deku-”
Izuku put his phone to his ear after calling someone. “Aizawa-Sensei.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes as Izuku pulled his phone away and put it on speaker.
“--Don’t have to call me Sensei still, kid.” Katsuki heard the end of Aizawa’s sentence. “What do you need, it’s midnight.”
“...Me and Kacchan have a kid. Do you know anything about her quirk?”
“005?” Katsuki’s blood boiled at the mention of the fucking lab name. “Yeah. Why, did they not tell you anything about the quirk?”
“Nope.” Katsuki said.
Aizawa sighed through the speakers. “Alright.” He said. “The kid’s quirk works when the people around her use their quirk and she feels threatened. They chose you because they thought that, for one, Bakugo doesn’t use his quirk, and Midoriya, your quirk is one that’s barely visible and the kid won’t see it as much of a risk–”
“Why is she treated like a fucking lab rat?” Katsuki asked, making Izuku stop pacing and Aizawa stop talking.
“Huh?” Aizawa asked.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Why is Kiro treated like a lab rat?” He asked.
“Kiro?”
“That’s what he named the kid.”
“You named her?” Aizawa shouted.
“She’s my fucking kid!” Katsuki yelled.
“Our kid.” Izuku confirmed.
Same thing. “Whatever.” Katsuki said. “Why is she treated like a lab rat? What the hell happened to her?”
Aizawa sighed again. “This is confidential information.” Izuku sat down next to Katsuki again. “She was born about two or three years before your first year at UA.” Fuck, had it really been that long already? “The Commission believes she was a backup plan in case Tomura was never good enough. Which, well, in the end, he wasn’t. But after the war, they searched through every single base and found her in one of them. A frail, thin, malnourished child.”
Yeah, she was thin all right. “They’ve been keeping her in a lab for years, chained up so that she can’t do anything.” Katsuki gripped the sheets below him. After her bath, there were some marks on her wrists that were probably covered in makeup before she was brought over to the apartment. “...She’s stolen around six quirks so far. She can use them, but she only really uses them when she’s scared.”
“...Okay.” Izuku said, but he was just staring at Katsuki. “Aizawa-Sensei, how…do you think we should go about raising her?”
“Treat her like a normal kid, Midoriya. She’s been through enough. And be nice to her, Bakugo–”
“Actually, Kacchan’s been surprisingly good with her.” Katsuki scowled at Izuku’s comment.
Their old teacher laughed a little. “Really?”
“Mhm. He made her laugh, hugged her, gave her a bath and gave her his room. He–he’s a good dad.” Katsuki pursed his lips. He’s a good dad.
Thanks, Deku. He thought.
“Good. Now, can I go back to sleep?”
“Yes! Sorry for waking you up!” Izuku said.
“It’s alright, kid. Goodnight.”
“Night!” Izuku hung up, then turned to Katsuki. “Kacchan? Are you okay?”
Katsuki grinned. “He’s a good dad?” Izuku looked to the side, a pinkish tinge on his cheeks. “I’m a good dad?”
Izuku shrugged. “I guess?”
“Alright. So who’s going to be dad and who’s going to be dada?” Izuku groaned at Katsuki’s mocking tone and threw a pillow at him. “Hey! I’m serious!”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.” Katsuki grinned as Izuku glared at him, but the latter soon had a smile on his face. “What’re you looking at me like that for?”
Izuku put his phone back into his pocket. “You haven’t smiled in a while.” Katsuki immediately had a frown on his face again at that. “Oh, c’mon Kacchan, smile!”
“Nope.” Izuku laughed as Katsuki got into bed, throwing a pillow at the former. “You haven’t laughed in a while, Deku.”
Izuku stopped throwing a pillow back, the soft white rectangle dangling above his head. “...That’s not my name.”
“Eh?”
“I’m not Deku. Stop calling me that.”
“Actually, it’s your hero name-”
“Call me Izuku!” Izuku yelled. Katsuki narrowed his eyes as Izuku threw the pillow to the floor. “Kacchan, I know, I know that you don’t remember anything. And I’m not trying to burden you with anything, but if you can say it once, you can say it again! Call me Izuku!”
Katsuki stared at his old friend. And for a few seconds, he genuinely considered calling him by his first name.
“...Go to sleep, Deku.” Izuku just stood there as Katsuki laid on his side and turned off the lamp on the right side of the bed.
“Izuku!” The new adult in question gasped as he heard Katsuki yell his name. Katsuki sat up, breathing heavily and sweating. “Fuck.”
“Kacchan?” Katsuki just got up and went into Izuku’s bathroom. The latter grimaced at the sound of Katsuki throwing up in the toilet.
Katsuki walked back into the bedroom, pushing his hair back with a hand. “Fuck’s sake.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands on either side of his face, his elbows on his thighs.
Izuku pursed his lips. “Kacchan, are you alright?” He asked.
“I’m fine, shitty Deku. Go back to sleep or something.” Katsuki looked down at the ground, trying to stop his hands from fucking shaking. He had a knot in his stomach, which only tightened when he heard Izuku move closer to him. “Deku–”
“You’re obviously not okay.” He said. “What happened?”
“Do you really expect me to fucking remember?” Izuku sighed and sat next to Katsuki. “I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember what happened when I have a shitty nightmare, I just feel like fucking shit after it.”
Izuku cocked his head to the side. “Really? You just…don’t remember?” Katsuki shook his head. “Well…considering you yelled my name, it was probably about me…from the war–”
“Cut it, Deku. As if I’d dream about you.” Katsuki scoffed.
He pursed his lips. “But,” Izuku started, “you did reach your hand out to touch my chest–y’know, where my heart is-?”
“Yeah, I know where a fucking heart is-”
“You were checking that I’m alive, Kacchan.” Katsuki stopped and turned around, to look at Izuku. To look at the boy with green hair. To look at the boy with the freckles. With twenty-six freckles. Katsuki always remembered the number, remembered the sound it made when he said it, remembered the way his lips felt as they pressed together as he echoed it. The boy with a robotic arm, the boy he wanted to hold hands with. He wasn’t an adult–Katsuki didn’t want him to be an adult. He didn’t want to be one either. He wanted to be a kid again. The kid in the woods, the kid on the wooden bridge, the kid who fell into the river, the kid who had a hand reaching out to him.
And then he stopped.
Was Izuku holding his hand out to me this entire time?
He moved forward. And he didn’t punch Izuku. He didn’t grab him and hurl him at the wall. He captured the boy in his arms and just hugged him. “Kacchan-” Izuku gasped.
“Shut up before I regret this.” Katsuki pressed his face into Izuku’s shoulder. “...Izuku.” He ended. He heard Izuku gasp again, before he wrapped his arms around Katsuki too, and Katsuki heard his damned sobs. Those sobs he always heard when he hit Izuku before, when he berated Izuku, when he was a fucking asshole. But this time, it wasn’t because he was being an asshole.
It was because he was finally accepting Izuku for himself. Not for the boy that chased after him for half of his life. Not for the boy that desperately tried to climb up the ranks to succeed him.
The depressed, fucked-up adult Izuku had become in spite of all of that. And Izuku didn’t mind what version Katsuki accepted him for. Izuku didn’t even mind that Katsuki didn’t remember apologising for his actions.
He didn’t care. Because his Katsuki–his Kacchan–was back. His Kacchan that he fell asleep next to in the Hospital. His Kacchan that he’d slept beside one night in the middle of the war because he couldn’t sleep without waking up from nightmares. His Kacchan Izuku’s back had once pressed against while he slept to ground himself when he felt like there was nobody left who knew him for who he really was.
The quirkless boy with a big dream.
The boy that Katsuki had known since he was two and a half years old.
“I’m sorry.” Katsuki muttered. “And I know that doesn’t mean fucking anything, but I’m sorry.” Fuck, he was going to cry. He sniffed into Izuku’s shoulder and Izuku stiffened. Katsuki had only cried in front of him once before.
“Kacchan–”
“Shut up.” Katsuki murmured, his bottom lip trembling. “Fuck–Izuku–” Izuku felt himself shake at that word. Just a name. A name that meant so many things. “We’re gonna be dads. And if–if we’re going to be dads we have to talk. About things. Things I’ve probably talked to you about before but you don’t remember but–”
“It’s okay, Kacchan. Let it out.” Izuku whispered, stalling his crying for Katsuki. And to his surprise, Katsuki didn’t bite. Not like he always did. He grabbed Izuku tighter and cried into his shoulder, making the sleeve of his shirt wet within seconds.
“I’m sorry–I-fuck!” Katsuki yelled between sobs. “Izuku.”
“Say that again.” Izuku muttered.
“...Izuku. Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.” Katsuki chanted it as if it was a lullaby, to keep himself grounded. To keep himself in the right mind. “Fuck, I’ll say it a million times if you want me to.” He kept on muttering Izuku’s name, his grip on Izuku getting tighter, as if he was afraid Izuku would decay if his grip was too loose. “You have twenty-six freckles.” He said suddenly.
Izuku looked down. “Huh?”
“You have twenty-six freckles. Twelve on the left, fourteen on the right. Your favourite food is Katsudon, you call me Kacchan because you admire me. You–you became a vigilante, apparently, and left on my birthday. On my fucking birthday.” Izuku sighed. “And your birthday is on July 30th. You celebrate July 4th even though we live in fucking Japan because All Might celebrates it and you fucking love All Might. You–you sat by my side every fucking day in the Hospital even after you found out that I didn’t remember anything from the war. You have nightmares every night but you don’t say anything in the morning and I don’t know what they’re about–”
“You.” Katsuki stopped crying and looked up, making eye contact with Izuku. “I dream about you. On the battlefield. Your heart ravaged and your body unmoving. Your eyes are white and rolled back. And–and you’re dead. Every time. It replays in my mind, Kacchan. And I never know if you’re actually alive or not because I always forget you’re in the room next to me. So I cry myself to sleep. Until you break your alarm. And then I’m reminded that you’re alive. And it makes me want to live even more.”
“...Kacchan, I can’t remember the last time I lived for myself. I lived for everyone else. I lived for All Might because I honestly didn’t think he’d make it another month without me. I lived for you even when you didn’t remember being nice to me because I just…I need you. And you’re weird with that kind of thing. You act like you don’t need anyone but you do. And…you probably don’t even need me. But I need you. And I live for you. And if that’s a crime, put it on my record.” Katsuki just stared into those damn wide eyes.
Katsuki and Izuku were complementary. Red and green. His vermillion eyes and his viridian eyes. And so Katsuki just closed his mouth and stared at the man in front of him. At the man that the boy had become. At the boy who had chased after him, At the man he now needed to chase after.
Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he lived for himself, either. It must’ve been before the war. But ever since then, the one thing he could remember was Izuku. The person that he lived for.
There were segments. Fractions of their time together during the war. He remembered a back pressed against his. He remembered someone’s hands in his hair. And an all-too familiar phrase.
“Kacchan, I forgive you.” Izuku said. And Katsuki just grabbed Izuku and hugged him again. “Kacchan–”
“Don’t make me go all mopey again, Izuku.” Izuku chuckled. “I–I remember some things.”
“You do?”
“Did we sleep next to each other once?” Izuku nodded. “I remember a moment from that. Just a couple seconds. I remember your back against mine. And then–then I remember your hands in my hair. And I remember you saying that you forgive me. It’s familiar, you’ve probably said it so many times before-”
“I have. It used to be the only way to get you to sleep.” Katsuki shook at that, not out of sadness like the most recent times, but out of slight amusement. That sounded like something he would’ve done. “Kacchan, I’ve missed you being like this.”
Katsuki moved away to look at Izuku again. “Like what? A crying mess?” Izuku shook his head.
“Talking to me. Hugging me, being close to me. You haven’t been like that in three years.” Three years. It had been three years since the war. Four since they had gotten to UA. Five since Katsuki had told Izuku to take a swan dive off the roof. Six since the last time Katsuki had felt a smidge of respect for Izuku until he got to know him again after their fight in Ground Beta. And seven since their now kid, Kiro was born.
Katsuki didn’t know why he chose the name Kiro. It was just the first one on his mind. The perfect name for a kid that was a fucking bundle of joy. “Hang on.” He muttered, pulling his phone out.
“Huh?” Katsuki searched up something and a small smile came on his face when he read the first result. He tilted his screen so Izuku could read it and the latter read it aloud. “The name Kiro is originated from many languages including Japanese, Latin…it means…oh.” Izuku looked at Katsuki. “Did you really name our kid a name that means light?”
“She’s our light.” Katsuki looked at Izuku. “She’s our light that we needed to find to find each other again.”
“You said find too many times in that sentence.”
“I said it twice.”
“Mhm. And?” Izuku grinned. “You should smile more.” Katsuki’s expression quickly changed into a frown and Izuku laughed. “Kacchan–whoah!” Katsuki tackled Izuku down and Izuku laughed as his back landed on the bed. Katsuki rolled so he was laying down beside Izuku, and he grabbed his hand. His right hand. Not his robotic hand that Katsuki could barely look at.
“Our light.” Katsuki repeated. “She’s our light.”
“Our light.” And the two fell asleep with their arms wrapped around each other, just as they had years before.
“Dad!” Katsuki grunted as Kiro jumped on top of him. “Wake up, wake up!” She jumped in circles on his chest as he heard Izuku chuckle to the side of him.
“Kiro–get off, I’m gonna run out of breath.” Izuku laughed and picked Kiro up, letting Katsuki sit up on the bed. Katsuki looked at Izuku and smiled as he saw Kiro pulling at Izuku’s hair, the latter of which laughing and keeping her held up in the crook of his arm. “I’m gonna make breakfast.” Izuku hummed in approval and Katsuki got up, leaving the room and going to the kitchen. It was only then that he realised what Kiro had called him. Dad.
Not father. Not Katsu. Dad.
Maybe he would be able to live for her too.
He grabbed a frying pan from the cupboard and poured oil into it, then turned on the stove. Kiro probably hadn’t had a proper meal before, if she had grown up in a laboratory. So he would make a first meal to remember. Last night, they’d just had a couple sachets of instant ramen, too tired to do anything else. Katsuki, however, planned to give Kiro a full breakfast, akin to that of a full English breakfast. He’d never had one of those before, but he knew how to make it. An egg, bacon, toast, sausages, beans, and that was it. A full and hearty meal that was also simple to create, especially for someone as experienced (at least he deemed himself experienced) in cooking as Katsuki.
“Kacchan–what’re you making?” Izuku asked as he walked in, sniffing to catch the smell of what Katsuki was cooking. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Sit down.” Was all Katsuki said as he pulled out a pan for the baked beans. He grabbed everything from the fridge and got ready, grabbing everything he needed. He started with the bacon, something he wanted to get perfect. Izuku watched as he moved quickly around the kitchen, grabbing spices, missing out salt (that was something Katsuki never did) and cracking some eggs into a pan.
Is Kacchan really trying that hard to make Kiro breakfast? Izuku wondered to himself. Katsuki still moved around the kitchen and Izuku was left to deal with Kiro, who was currently walking around the table.
Unlike Katsuki, Izuku didn’t have baby cousins to model his care for Kiro after. In fact, he had no cousins at all, even though he did call Mitsuki his Aunt when he was younger. But as Kiro jumped around the table, Izuku tried his best to calm her down and keep her occupied. She still held her All Might plush and he attempted to ‘play hero’ with her.
Him and Katsuki used to do that when they were younger. Playing hero was their favourite game. They would fly All Might in the skies and make him fight against other heroes, or they would get animal plushies to be villains. All Might would run after them and always win.
All Might always won.
“All Might always wins!” Kiro shouted, giggling as she followed the flying All Might around the area behind the table. Katsuki turned around and looked at them for a few seconds, watching Izuku laugh as Kiro tried to grab All Might from midair.
“Breakfast’s ready.” He said, grabbing the plates and setting them down on the table. He made Kiro sit in her chair and pushed Izuku’s plate closer to him as he gave Izuku his coffee. Katsuki moved around the table to be on the other side of Kiro and he started eating.
At some point, he just helped Kiro to eat so she didn’t poke herself with her fork instead of picking anything up. Izuku watched as he taught Kiro how to use a knife and fork, then fed her food, making her giggle as she ate it. “Eat, Izuku.” Izuku stiffened, then nodded and started to eat his food.
Soon, everyone was done with their food and Katsuki scraped the plates as Izuku drank his coffee. Kiro sat on the counter of the kitchen, moving her All Might plush through the air and looking at Katsuki. “Where did your eye go?” She asked him. He turned around and looked at her. How the hell was he supposed to answer that.
“...It fell out.” She laughed. “What?”
“I once saw a man with an eyepatch. He called himself a pirate.” Katsuki knew exactly who that was. His old teacher was always good with kids. “And he didn’t have a leg, either. It was metal, like Izuku’s arm.” Katsuki expected Izuku to stop drinking his coffee at Kiro’s comment, but all he saw on Izuku’s face was a small smile.
Maybe Izuku didn’t mind when Kiro talked about his arm. Just like how Katsuki didn’t mind when Kiro talked about his eye.
Izuku finished his coffee and got up. “I thought you were going into work today.” Katsuki glanced at him.
“I can stay if you don't want to-”
“Go, Kacchan. I’ll look after Kiro.” Katsuki nodded and walked out of the kitchen, then got changed in the bedroom. He could faintly hear the sounds of Izuku playing heroes with Kiro again, and Kiro’s laugh was so loud that the sound travelled around the whole apartment.
Katsuki put on his hero costume and then walked out, a faint smile on his face at the sight of Izuku chasing Kiro around the living room as a villain, while Kiro swatted the All Might plush through the air. She giggled and squealed as Izuku picked her up, holding her high in the air as the victor of the fight. “I got you!” Izuku yelled.
“Put me down!” Kiro squealed, laughing. “Katsu, help!” Katsuki rolled his eyes and went up to them. Izuku quickly moved out of the way and grinned when he looked at Katsuki. For fuck’s sake.
It ended up with Katsuki chasing Izuku around the apartment, with Kiro in Izuku’s arms, still squealing and giggling. Katsuki tackled Izuku down and took Kiro back, laughing as Izuku leaned his head back, laughing too. Kiro giggled, grabbing the back of Katsuki’s head as he got off of Izuku. He held out his hand and Izuku took it, pulling himself up. “Don’t abduct the kid again while I’m out.” Izuku laughed and nodded.
They went back into the main room and Katsuki put Kiro down. She smiled, running around in circles while Katsuki pulled his jacket on. “I’ll be out for a couple hours at most. Call me if there’s any problems.”
“Alright.” Katsuki went to the door and looked back at Izuku. He felt like he should’ve done something at that moment, but he didn’t know what. Hug Izuku? Give him a shitty kiss goodbye or something? Instead of overthinking it, he just nodded and left.
An office job was something that Katsuki had never thought he would’ve ever had to work at. But due to the fact that he didn’t use his quirk anymore, he just sat at a desk in a lighter hero costume than his usual one and filed paperwork.
“Bakubro!” Ejiro yelled. “Weren’t you supposed to come in yesterday? Where’s Izuku?” Ejiro wrapped his arm around Katsuki’s shoulders.
“Dealing with the kid.” Ejiro’s jaw dropped. “What? They didn’t tell you?”
“Did you hook up with a chick, Katsuki?”
“Wha- no!” Katsuki yelled. “It’s a kid given to us from the Commission to look after. Like Eri.” Ejiro’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ and he nodded.
He grinned. “Alright! See you at lunch?” Katsuki just nodded, not bothered to tell Ejiro he would only be there for three hours at the most, and took the elevator up to the fourth floor.
He passed by old classmates and pro heroes as he made his way to his office. The only reward, in his eyes, that he had gotten for defeating All For One was a shitty cupboard to himself. And a computer, but that barely worked half of the time. And I.T just told him to turn it off and on again.
He sighed and sat down, pulling up his emails and leaning back in his chair. He’d forgotten to get a drink, but the runners usually did that for him every half hour anyway. They’d run up to every office and ask the heroes if they needed any food or drink.
Katsuki didn’t know if he could call himself a hero. He didn’t use his quirk. He sat and filed paperwork all day. His younger self would’ve beat his ass if he could see him today.
But, he would probably want to be here instead of on the field if he did work as a pro, anyway. He’d heard the stories from his friends about the war, and he himself had learnt a lot from how bad the nightmares made him shake. He’d seen the tapes. He’d read the books.
And still, nothing matched up. He didn’t know why he felt this way, and he didn’t know why he had fucking amnesia either.
The runners gave him a bottle of water ten minutes later and he downed it before he responded to emails and filed some paperwork for other people. That was all he did now. To think that his prime was when he was 16-17 was fucking depressing. Why the hell was that even a thing? A hero’s prime was after their quirk had awakened, usually when they were in their early to mid twenties. Izuku’s prime was also at that time, strengthened by the fact that at that point in time he had nine different quirks. And now, he barely used them.
At least Izuku went on patrols. Katsuki didn’t do anything like that. The two of them weren’t even in the top ten. Yeah, it had only been three years since the war, but that didn’t mean that Katsuki could just sulk and mope around all the time and not do anything. But that’s exactly what he did. He just did nothing. And even if raising Kiro would make him a hero, he wanted to be a hero to more than just one person. And their apartment wasn’t big enough for more little kids running around, playing hero.
Just after an hour had passed, Katsuki groaned, having only gone through about fifty emails out of the three hundred he’d missed. He was on a tight schedule, though. He needed to be back within three hours. That was his limit.
In the middle of the first and second hour, Katsuki got a call from Izuku. He quickly picked it up and took it as an excuse to get up and stretch his legs, pacing slowly in his tiny office. “Yeah?” Katsuki asked, pulling his phone up to his ear.
“It’s Kiro. She–she activated her quirk. Not her steal quirk, one of the ones she stole, Kacchan, you need to come back–” Izuku sounded out of breath. He sounded scared.
“On it.” Katsuki said. He grabbed his jacket and ran out of his office, moving straight into the elevator and pressing the button to get down to the ground floor. He left the office, ignoring Ejiro calling after him and got in his car, driving back home.
After disobeying the speed limit (and pissing off a lot of drivers), Katsuki made it back to the apartment complex. He ran up the stairs, opened the door and–oh.
Fucking butterflies? He stepped into the apartment, looking around as different colours of butterflies flew through the air, filling the apartment. And in the corner of the room was Izuku, grinning as Kiro laughed, running around and trying to grab the butterflies. One landed on Katsuki’s shoulder and he looked down at it, raising an eyebrow as Izuku walked over to him.
“You like it?” Izuku asked.
“You’re a good actor.” Katsuki said. “So…you made up a lie that Kiro activated a really dangerous quirk to show me butterflies?”
Izuku nodded. “Well, they could be poisonous.” Katsuki swatted the butterfly off of his shoulder quickly. “But, yeah, this is the first quirk Kiro’s shown me. She was just sitting down, then asked if I wanted to see a magic trick. I said yes and suddenly the apartment filled up with butterflies.”
“Did you just ask me to come home so that I wouldn’t be at work?”
“...Maybe.” Izuku laughed as Katsuki shoved him, lightly, towards the wall. “But honestly, it is kinda bad that our entire apartment is filled with butterflies.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and kneeled down next to Kiro. “Hey, Kiro? You think you can turn off your quirk? I’ll get you some butterflies tomorrow.” Kiro pouted but nodded and soon all of the butterflies were gone. Katsuki stood up and looked at Izuku. “See? That’s how it’s done.”
Izuku rolled his eyes and grabbed Katsuki by his arm, pulling him down the hall and into his bedroom. “It’s too quiet when you’re at work, even when Kiro’s around.”
“Oh, really?” Izuku put his hands on Katsuki’s waist and Katsuki narrowed his eyes, looking down. “Izuku, what’re you doing?”
“What do you think?” Katsuki looked up, and then his eyes widened. “If you don’t want to, then that’s fine, but–”
Katsuki cupped Izuku’s face in his hands and brought him closer. “You talk too much.” Izuku smiled and leaned in. Katsuki leaned in too, and their lips met in the middle.
They’d kissed before. Izuku had failed to mention it. It was a quick kiss before, which had turned quickly into a rough one. The night before the war. The last time that Izuku thought he would ever be able to kiss Katsuki, in retrospect.
But this was so much better. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t something two boys shared because they were scared of what was about to happen.
It was a slow moment they shared in spite of what had happened. Even if Katsuki still didn’t remember anything from during the war, they could remake those memories of just the two of them.
All because one light had arrived on their doorstep. Their light.
Shoto's father would never let him be with a boy. Never. And definitely not the one with black hair and sparkly eyes and a hand that Shoto wants to hold and-
Shit.
Shoto's got it bad.
-
Shoto invites Hanta to a house party to try and work out his feelings. But it just makes him think more about how his father feels about boys with boys.
Inspired by the song 'Car Lights' by James Marriott.
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Seroki oneshot (also posted on ao3 @/megansabode
TW: homophobia
contains: endeavour bashing, confused shoto, flirty sero, kissing with tongue, a house party and a first kiss
Am I allowed to feel like this? Shoto thinks whenever he looks at Hanta. Sero Hanta. The boy with the flat hair. The boy with the tape in his elbows. The boy with the grey eyes. The boy that, for whatever reason, Shoto thinks is the most beautiful boy in the world.
But Shoto isn’t allowed to think that. Hanta is a boy. Why should he feel like this about a boy? Someone who’s the same gender as him?
His father will hit him if he ever finds out. So Shoto intends to keep it a secret. A secret until his father inevitably finds out. He will find out, sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time, Shoto thinks. A matter of time until his father finds out that Shoto isn’t as straight as he thought he was.
The thought makes Shoto want to bite his fingers off. Because what if his father does find out? And what if Hanta then finds out what his father is really like? What then?
He jumps when his phone goes off and he picks it up. It’s his older sister, Fuyumi.
Fuyumi
Hey Shoto, Dad wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come back home for a house party? You can invite one friend xx
Shoto smiles at the ‘kisses’, as Fuyumi calls them, at the end of her message. He pulls up his keyboard and messages her back.
Shoto
Do I have to talk to him?
Fuyumi
Not at all Sho x
Shoto
Okay. I’ll think about it. Thank you.
She sends a red heart back and he puts his phone down. Now he just has to work out who to ask. He has an idea, but whether or not he’ll have the courage to ask, he doesn’t know.
~~~
The roof of the Class 1-A dorm building is probably the only place that Shoto really feels safe on. It’s weird–it’s a roof, but with the wind blowing through his hair and the view of the city of Hosu below him, it’s comforting.
And someone else comes up here every night.
“Shoto!” Hanta shouts, grinning as he sits down next to the boy with the two-toned hair. “I didn’t think you’d be up here today!”
“Hello, Hanta.” Shoto looks at him and immediately feels it again. The twinge in his chest. The urge to lean in. He sees the sparkle in Hanta’s eyes and fuck, he’s got it bad. But he looks away and tries to think of a conversation starter.
The party. His brain tells him. Right. “Hey, Hanta, my father’s holding a house party soon.”
“He is?” Hanta grins and Shoto wishes he could be blind. “That’s so cool, I wish my dad would do something like that.”
And Shoto wishes his dad wasn’t Endeavour. “I can invite one friend. Would…” Shoto, compose yourself, damn it. “Would you like to come with me?”
Hanta’s grin reaches both sides of his face. “Seriously? I would love to!” Thank the Gods. “But…isn’t your dad a…rough spot?”
“My sister said I don’t have to talk to him. And I know the way up to the roof of my house. Nobody will find us up there.” Hanta nods. “I’ll find out the time and date and then send it to you, okay?”
“Sounds good! I’ll keep my calendar free!” Shoto nods and silence falls between the two boys. Silence between them is never bad or awkward. They just…understand each other.
Hanta has two sisters and a brother. They play a game called ‘Minecraft’ together, which Shoto had never even heard of before until Hanta made him play it in his dorm.
Shoto died. Multiple times. But it was all worth it to feel Hanta’s hands on top of his as he showed him how to use the controller.
Shoto instinctively moves his hand to touch Hanta’s, then pulls it back. No. He isn’t allowed to do that. His father would hate him for it.
Then Hanta moves his hand. And interlocks his smallest finger with Shoto’s.
Yeah. Shoto has it bad.
~~~
He lays on his bed for around an hour, wondering how the fuck to phrase a message to Hanta. Hey so I actually like you more than my father would ever like me to like a guy and I want to date you? He doesn’t even know how to date him, how is he supposed to know what it truly feels like to love someone?
Or should he just say, We can’t talk anymore because I like you too much and my father will actually kill you because he hates gay people and I don’t know why I’m saying this because we aren’t even dating and I don’t know how to feel about you because this is so confusing and you probably only see me as a friend.
His hand hovers over the send button for a few seconds until he sends a single word.
Shoto
Hello
The reply is instant.
Hanta
Hey! How are you?
Shoto
Good. The party is in three days at 5:30PM
Hanta
Okay! I’m free then!
Shoto
Good.
Shoto thinks that if he says the word, ‘good’ one more time then he’ll rip his fucking hair out. Why does he have to always say the same thing? Why can’t he just say something normal?
Hanta
You good?
Shoto
Of course I am.
Hanta
You just seemed a little tense earlier haha
Shoto narrows his eyes. A lowercase ‘haha’ from Hanta is never a good sign.
Shoto
Well, I could ask you that question. Got anything on your mind?
Hanta
A lot of things ;)
What is that supposed to mean?
Shoto
Elaborate?
Hanta
I’m just playing with ya Shoto. See you at the party
Shoto
Okay.
And Shoto falls asleep with the image of the winking face on his mind.
~~~
After an agonising three days of waiting, Shoto stands outside Hanta’s dorm. They’ve barely talked since the text messages a couple days ago, but that just happens with them. Their meetings are short but stay in Shoto’s mind for weeks.
Hanta grins when he walks out of his dorm, dressed up in a black tuxedo. Shoto clears his throat when he sees it, trying to keep the heat at his cheeks away. Hanta laughs and just grabs Shoto’s hand, pulling him down the stairs.
Now Shoto’s cheeks do heat up. They wait outside the school together until a black cab picks them up and Shoto sits in the front while Hanta stays in the back. Occasionally, Shoto catches Hanta looking at him in the rearview mirror, and he quickly looks out of the window to the side of him.
Fuck. Why is he still fucking feeling like this? He’s not supposed to. He can’t–he’s not allowed.
He should’ve just brought Bakugo with him so that he doesn’t need to worry about any of this. Bakugo can just talk to his sister and Shoto can sit on his roof. Simple.
But Hanta? Shoto doesn’t think he can last five more seconds in the same room as him.
Shoto catches Hanta staring at him in the mirror again. And this time, Hanta winks.
Fuck.
They manage to arrive at Shoto’s family house before he fucking dies and he steps out, going to open Hanta’s door before the boy opens it himself.
Okay. That’s fine. Shoto didn’t even need to open it anyway. It’s completely fine. Shoto definitely hasn’t maybe, definitely made himself look like a fool.
His sister grins when she sees him and runs up to the two. “Oh, Shoto, I’m so glad you could come!” She wraps her arms around him.
“Hey, Fuyumi.” She pulls away and looks at Hanta, still beaming.
“And you must be Sero! Shoto’s told me all about you!” Hanta smiles as he greets Fuyumi. “Now, come inside!”
Shit. Shoto doesn’t want to come inside. In fact, he’d much rather stay out here. But Hanta looks too eager. He walks forward, before he turns back. “Shoto?” There are too many people inside. The world sways under Shoto’s feet. “Hey.” Hanta puts his hand on Shoto’s shoulder.
“I’m fine-“ Shoto says quickly but Hanta grabs his hand and pulls him to go into the house.
And now it doesn’t seem that scary anymore.
Hanta pushes through the crowds, gushing ‘excuse me’s’ and apologising whenever he bumps into people. The guests don’t seem to mind, though. “You got anywhere we can go?” Hanta yells over the loud music that Shoto has drowned out as soon as they had walked in. Shoto nods and leads Hanta to the back of the house. “Phew! I thought I was about to lose a leg in there.”
Shoto almost laughs before he stops himself. No. His father could be anywhere. He can’t risk it. Not now. “We can get to the roof from here.” He pulls down a silver ladder and starts climbing up it. Hanta follows him. The flashing, colourful lights of the party fade away once they’re on the roof and they perch on the overlapping tiles, looking around.
“It’s beautiful up here.” Hanta whispers, looking at Shoto. “But, hey, not as beautiful as you.”
Shoto feels his cheeks burn. “Are you flirting with me, Hanta?”
“Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it?” Shoto almost turns before he stops.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say things like that.” Shoto says. “It’s not safe here.”
Hanta purses his lips as he looks around. “Why not?”
“My father. He’s- he’s not very nice about these things.” Hanta doesn’t look mad. If anything, he looks concerned. “Aren’t you mad?”
“Shoto, have you really let yourself believe him?” Shoto makes eye contact with Hanta. “Seriously?”
“He’s my father-“
“Just because he’s your father doesn’t mean he rules your life. Just because you’re related to him doesn’t mean his opinions matter.” Shoto stiffens at that. “Shoto, I’m going to ask you one question. Are we friends? Or are we more than that?”
Shoto opens his mouth to protest but Hanta cuts him off. “Don’t think about your dad. Think about you.”
Shoto looks to the side. He wants to be more than friends with Hanta, he just knows it. He knows it from the way his pupils dilate when he thinks about Hanta, he knows it from the love letters plastered on his walls that he wrote, he knows it from the thrill he gets from sparring with Hanta, he knows it.
Shoto nods. “I want to be…more than friends.”
“Then stop being so tense.” Shoto looks at Hanta, the latter of which is smiling vaguely. “Loosen up.”
The boy with the multicoloured eyes and hair, the boy that Hanta can never take his eyes off of sighs. “How do I loosen up?”
“Let me teach you.” Hanta cups Shoto’s face and starts to lean in. He stops when he’s close and waits for Shoto to do something, anything.
Shoto stares at him blankly. Then, he leans in and pressed his lips against Hanta’s.
Their first kiss isn’t pretty. Teeth clash, tongues collide sloppily, and neither boy knows exactly where to put his hands. But after they pull away at first, Shoto puts his left hand at the back of Hanta’s head and his right hand at Hanta’s waist, then leans in again.
Hanta moves his arms to wrap around Shoto’s neck as their lips press against each other’s, and this time the kiss starts out slow. They ease into it, and soon Hanta pushes his tongue against Shoto’s lips. Shoto instinctively opens his lips, and Hanta pushes his tongue through, making Shoto gasp as he feels it against the top of his mouth. “This okay?” Hanta mutters.
Shoto nods, then leans in more, his hand on Hanta’s waist moving to the boy’s chest. His other hand grabs a fistful of black hair as he presses his tongue against Hanta’s. Shoto grins as Hanta gasps, then the former tilts his head to get a more comfortable position.
They’re learning. They both try to stay at a steady pace, but soon get too eager and just make out until one of them needs to take a breath. But before either boy can pull away, a voice behind them makes Shoto pull away quickly.
“If you’re going to make out with a boy on the roof, could you at least do it where I can’t see it? I don’t need to see your tongue down his throat.” Natsuo. Shoto’s older brother. Shoto sighs as he sits down next to them. “And you’re lucky dad hasn’t seen you yet.”
“He won’t.” Shoto says. “He doesn’t know the way up to the roof.”
“Yeah, because his fat ass would break the ladder.” Hanta laughs at that, then stops when the two siblings stare at him.
“What? It was funny!”
“Shoto, is this your boyfriend?” Shoto’s jaw drops at Natsuo’s question, but Hanta is quick to respond.
“Mhm.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s hand. “He is.”
“I am?”
“You are.” Hanta laughs at Shoto’s sudden shocked expression. “What? You thought after we made out it was just nothing?”
Shoto looks back at Natsuo to see him fake-gagging. He shoves his brother, then turns back around. “No, I just-“
“Okay, I’m leaving now. Go make out more if you want, but don’t choke each other.” Shoto rolls his eyes at Natsuo’s comment and Hanta cups his face again.
“We need to find a place where we won’t be found.” Shoto nods. “Come on.” Hanta tightens his grip on his hand and they go back down the ladder, then start to run.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see!” Hanta laughs as he runs, causing Shoto to laugh too. “I’ve never heard you laugh before!” Hanta looks over his shoulder and smiles.
Yep. Shoto still has it bad.
“I don’t do it much.” Shoto says in a quieter voice, almost crashing into Hanta as the latter stops. “Where are we?”
“Use your fire to light up the lanterns.” Shoto nods and shoots fire into the lanterns that he can see, which soon light up the landscape around them.
They’re on a wooden bridge, over a river full of coy fish. Shoto’s eyes widen when he looks over the edge, holding onto the railing of the bridge. “Holy shit…” He whispers. Hanta laughs and grabs onto the railing next to him.
“I found this a couple years ago and wanted to reserve it for a special moment. Nobody really comes here, the area around it is all overgrown.” Shoto looks at the darkened trees on the other side of the bridge to see that it is, in fact, overgrown. Very overgrown.
Hanta smiles and leans his head on Shoto’s shoulder. “Promise me you won’t listen to your father’s opinions again?”
“Promise.” Shoto mutters.
“Now come here.” Hanta grabs Shoto’s face and leans in, stopping just before he hits Shoto’s lips. And when Shoto leans in, he smiles.
The cars lining the road behind them light up the moonlit sky full of the constellations both boys would steal for another in a heartbeat.
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this is like the first time i’ve written kissing with tongue because when i write it in an x reader it just weirds me out idk why
but this was so fun to write i love them so much omg
