Izuku Midoriya but you can call me Deku!(Archived)

"Katsuki Bakugo. We need to TALK." (midoriyaplusultra)

No Kacchan, huh? Full name business? He doesn’t even give a verbal reply to that. He does, however, leave his bedroom door open and goes back to his talk of folding foil off the objects in his room. Seems Deku was going to be doing the walking for now.

#explosively psycho #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#violence tw

explosively-psycho‌:

He was right. There was no point in telling Izuku anything about what happened. It did nothing but make things worse. No amount of reasoning was going to make this end any faster…

He didn’t even defend himself against the punch, letting it land and hit him in the nose…causing stars to fire behind his eyes. Bakugo stumbled back, bringing a hand to his face to test for blood…

“Feel fuckin’ better now?” He huffed, “All I wanna do…is get through these two years, graduated and get married…Then I can put this shithole of a dorm lifestyle behind me!”

He was breathing hard now. When he was younger, he’d never been able to fight back against Kacchan for his own sake, but it seemed like he could for Dallas. He’d always been able to stand up for others more so than he ever could for himself and maybe... maybe now he could let some things go.

“A little,” he admitted, knowing that the blond would know if he was lying. Drawing in a breath, he said, “Maybe if you didn’t do things that hurt people, it would be easier to pass those years.”

“The pranks are funny and make everyone feel like kids. But damn, Kacchan, cutting off someone’s hair and ruining that one thing of theirs that they’ve worked very hard on is the fastest way to get your face punched in.”

"Katsuki Bakugo. We need to TALK." (midoriyaplusultra)

No Kacchan, huh? Full name business? He doesn’t even give a verbal reply to that. He does, however, leave his bedroom door open and goes back to his talk of folding foil off the objects in his room. Seems Deku was going to be doing the walking for now.

#explosively psycho #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#violence tw

explosively-psycho‌:

“I think this foil is his attempt to make his displeasure with me even more know. Seein’ my face ain’t likely ta be high on his toleration list right now. I had my reasons…I said this once before. And you’ve got half the story at best.”

He still wasn’t completely up to telling the other every event from the last couple days. The voodoo curse lie, the swap, the burns to Sho’s arms (even if light)…everything. Bakugo was sure Deku’s mind on what he wanted out of this talk would change.

“Smack me, punch me, kick me…put my teeth down my throat. Just get it over with to avenge your ‘voodoo’ queen already.”

“Half the story?!” Now Izuku was even angrier, almost to his breaking point. How dare Katsuki try to frame himself as the martyr in this? He didn’t want to leave the school because of someone. He didn’t feel like he was being bullied.

But then he was told to avenge his ‘voodoo’ queen and that was it.

Drawing his fist back, he aimed it square for Katsuki’s face. He didn’t power up, nothing like that. After all, he was trying to wound his pride, not completely wreck him. Not yet at least.

"Katsuki Bakugo. We need to TALK." (midoriyaplusultra)

No Kacchan, huh? Full name business? He doesn’t even give a verbal reply to that. He does, however, leave his bedroom door open and goes back to his talk of folding foil off the objects in his room. Seems Deku was going to be doing the walking for now.

explosively-psycho‌:

“I have a lot to say.” He commented, “But ain’t none of it gonna change how you’re feelin’ right now. So why waste the breath? Why give you more ammo in that loaded gun you have?”

“So you’re going to admit that what you did was wrong?” It was a little hard to keep the incredulity out of his voice, but somehow he managed to keep it together. However, he was still very angry on Dallas’s behalf.

“How are you going to apologize to Dallas? Do you even realize what it was you did?”

"Katsuki Bakugo. We need to TALK." (midoriyaplusultra)

No Kacchan, huh? Full name business? He doesn’t even give a verbal reply to that. He does, however, leave his bedroom door open and goes back to his talk of folding foil off the objects in his room. Seems Deku was going to be doing the walking for now.

explosively-psycho‌:

He looked over at the other, not really changing his expression at Deku’s attitude. Hands paused folding a random and long strip of foil to pull out his phone…tap the screen, and start a timer. 60 Seconds. He then set the phone down and spent the full time in complete silence. Once the timer beeped, he stopped it…and went back to folding foil.

A full minute of silence...

At least he stopped what he’d been doing. However, the fact he didn’t do anything just made Izuku even madder. Had he really gotten too big for his britches and felt like he could do what he wanted without consequences?

“Do you really have nothing to say? Do you feel like what you did to him was justified?”

“Does it make you feel like a hero to know that you’re bullying a classmate? Is that the kind of man you want to be?”

"Katsuki Bakugo. We need to TALK." (midoriyaplusultra)

No Kacchan, huh? Full name business? He doesn’t even give a verbal reply to that. He does, however, leave his bedroom door open and goes back to his talk of folding foil off the objects in his room. Seems Deku was going to be doing the walking for now.

There was a quiet fury to his countenance as he came through the door. Katsuki had gone too far this time and he wasn’t going to have it. Not this time.

“I’m going to give you one minute to explain yourself. After that, you’re going to listen to what it is I have to say.”

There was a low growl to his voice as he said, “You’re going to start by telling me why it is you’ve decided to make Dallas your target.”

When he didn't get an answer from the knock the night before, Izuku had assumed that Dallas had just gone to bed early. But then he wasn't in class and Izuku couldn't help but to worry. When it was time for lunch, instead of going to his room, he went to Dallas's and knocked on the door. "I know I'm probably early for our... well you called it a date... But you didn't show up to class and I'm worried. Are you okay?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Dallas was just finishing cleaning up the tornado that was Bakugou’s mess in his room. All the dirt was swept up and most of the plants were tossed into the garbage outside. There was a new nesting box in the corner where the white chicken was sleeping cozily, clucking softly.

He was guzzling his nutrient drink in the middle of his room, simultaneous trying to regrow his collection when he heard the knock on the door.

“Date…sorry…yesterday was kind of a blur.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#ship: photosynthesis

saltherodallas‌:

“No I wasn’t myself.” Dallas said, voice tight. He really wasn’t ready to be dealing with this yet. He just wanted to get his plants back in order and then sleep for a week until the rumors about what had happened in the common room back down so he could walk the halls without being whispered at. He just wanted to sink into the floor the longer the boyfriend talk went on until he finally snapped.

“I don’t need a boyfriend right now Midoriya!!” Without his body’s express permission there were tears forming in his eyes. “I don’t need anything but to stop existing.” And the honesty of his own answer had him sucking in a breath before looking down at his hands.

“…He made me hate myself…I look in the mirror and I hate what I see. And everyone fucking loves him. I sip some whiskey on the sly and the teachers lose their minds, but he ruins my life, attacks all the shit that makes me me and…and it’s just a joke to everyone!!”

Once he starts he can’t stop. “I honestly think he hates me as a person, like hates what I am. American. Non-binary. Everything. And no one cares. He’s going to be a hero and no one cares that he’s awful!!”

Izuku knew that he was partly to blame for this break down. If he’d been better... no. He couldn’t make this about himself. He wanted to be better for Dallas and he would be. Starting now.

Wrapping his arms around Dallas, he pulled him in close and let him just cry it all out. And the more Dallas spilled the angrier and angrier Izuku got about what Katsuki had been doing. No one should be made to feel like this and the fact that his old childhood friend had been causing someone he loved this much hurt made him see red.

“Listen... It’s not a joke to me. I care about you and it’s about time someone took the time to teach him a lesson.” His voice was calm and he was already formulating just how it was he was going to deal with Katsuki. Maybe he should’ve dealt with this sooner, but he could do what it was he could right now.

Pulling away just a little bit, he murmured, “I’m going to take care of him. You worry about getting your plants all set up again and Lafyette all set.”

When he didn't get an answer from the knock the night before, Izuku had assumed that Dallas had just gone to bed early. But then he wasn't in class and Izuku couldn't help but to worry. When it was time for lunch, instead of going to his room, he went to Dallas's and knocked on the door. "I know I'm probably early for our... well you called it a date... But you didn't show up to class and I'm worried. Are you okay?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Dallas was just finishing cleaning up the tornado that was Bakugou’s mess in his room. All the dirt was swept up and most of the plants were tossed into the garbage outside. There was a new nesting box in the corner where the white chicken was sleeping cozily, clucking softly.

He was guzzling his nutrient drink in the middle of his room, simultaneous trying to regrow his collection when he heard the knock on the door.

“Date…sorry…yesterday was kind of a blur.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#ship: photosynthesis

saltherodallas‌:

Dallas sighed and dropped his hands, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers. This conversation was not one he was sure he was ready for but here he was having it.

Somehow he feels like he should have Bakugou to thank for this as well.

“Midoriya…I didn’t make all these changes voluntarily. Except for the internship. If I manage to get one.”

He grunted and tugged more on the back of his hair.

“You’re always going to be a part of my life Izu…you know I’m fucking crazy about you, we’re just…looking for different shit right now. I’m not going to get in the way of you wanting to be a hero, but I…I need time in a relationship.”

Izuku had been trying to put a positive spin on things. He was going to be supportive of Dallas if things were going to change and Dallas deserved the best. But when he told him that the changes weren’t voluntary, he really looked at the other teen.

He looked like he was running ragged and Izuku wondered if he really could be so clueless. Added to the fact Dallas was back to calling him Midoriya instead of Izuku like yesterday...

God, he was an idiot.

Scooting closer to Dallas, he said, “I’m guessing you weren’t yourself yesterday.” Reaching out toward Dallas, he let his hand rest palm up over his knee so Dallas could take it if he wanted. “I’m crazy about you too. And you deserve someone who is able to give you everything you need.”

“I wish... I wish I knew how to be better. But I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you. ALWAYS. Not because I think that’s what you need to hear, but it’s something that I kinda wanted to talk to you about yesterday. About how I wanted to be better boyfriend, or even just friend, to you.”

Blushing because he felt like he’d been rambling, he took a moment to ask, “Do you want to talk about what happened? I’m all ears.”

When he didn't get an answer from the knock the night before, Izuku had assumed that Dallas had just gone to bed early. But then he wasn't in class and Izuku couldn't help but to worry. When it was time for lunch, instead of going to his room, he went to Dallas's and knocked on the door. "I know I'm probably early for our... well you called it a date... But you didn't show up to class and I'm worried. Are you okay?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Dallas was just finishing cleaning up the tornado that was Bakugou’s mess in his room. All the dirt was swept up and most of the plants were tossed into the garbage outside. There was a new nesting box in the corner where the white chicken was sleeping cozily, clucking softly.

He was guzzling his nutrient drink in the middle of his room, simultaneous trying to regrow his collection when he heard the knock on the door.

“Date…sorry…yesterday was kind of a blur.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#ship: photosynthesis

saltherodallas‌:

“Yeah it’s about to get a lot busier. Ms. Midnight is finding me an extra internship off campus.” He closed the door behind the other and took up his seat in the middle of the floor to encourage the growth of his collection, hands raised palm up like he was meditating.

As if on queue the plants started to wriggle and rise and bloom in synchronized harmony all around the room.

“And yeah. Bakugou so kindly got me a pet…” The chicken, as if sensing it was being talked about stood from his box to come and investigate this newcomer, pecking at bright red shoes curiously.

“An extra internship? That sounds really cool.” Yeah, Dallas was moving on without him, but maybe it was a good thing. Dallas had so many possibilities before him and he really should take advantage of them. Even if it took him away from Izuku.

Sitting down on the ground in front of him, he just watched Dallas for a few moments as he grew his plants. He could hear the sarcasm in the other teen’s voice, but he was so mesmerized by him that it wasn’t until the chicken began pecking at his shoes to realize that it was a chicken.

“I don’t know why Kacchan got you a chicken, but he seems like a good pet.” Smiling at Dallas, he wanted to say something about his hair, but at the same time, he didn’t know what he could say. He didn’t know if it was something he’d done himself or if something else had happened.

Clearing his throat, he said, “It seems like a lot of things are changing for you... I really hope that they’re all good changes...”

Slowly reaching out to pet the chicken, he added, “I was... I was wondering if you still saw me as a part of your life. I... I hope you do.” Looking back over at Dallas, he said, “I see you in mine.”

When he didn't get an answer from the knock the night before, Izuku had assumed that Dallas had just gone to bed early. But then he wasn't in class and Izuku couldn't help but to worry. When it was time for lunch, instead of going to his room, he went to Dallas's and knocked on the door. "I know I'm probably early for our... well you called it a date... But you didn't show up to class and I'm worried. Are you okay?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Dallas was just finishing cleaning up the tornado that was Bakugou’s mess in his room. All the dirt was swept up and most of the plants were tossed into the garbage outside. There was a new nesting box in the corner where the white chicken was sleeping cozily, clucking softly.

He was guzzling his nutrient drink in the middle of his room, simultaneous trying to regrow his collection when he heard the knock on the door.

“Date…sorry…yesterday was kind of a blur.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#ship: photosynthesis

saltherodallas‌:

Dallas pushed open the door, revealing the recently straightened room and a box full of miscellaneous clothes. Those he was hiding better and possibly packing away for now. He sipped at his nutrients drink some more.

“I was busy. What do you need Izuku?”

He huffed but left the door open.

“If you’re coming in hurry, I don’t want Lafyette to try and escape again.”

Now he was really confused. Yesterday... Dallas had been warm and seemed like he’d been looking forward to talking to him. But today... today he was the opposite. Almost like he wasn’t interested in hearing what he had to say.

The short hair shook him for a moment, but he entered in and said, “Lafyette? Did you get a pet...?” He looked over the room and found himself frowning a tiny bit. It looked like something had happened here. There were so many new plants in old pots and it was almost like Dallas was starting over again.

Maybe... maybe starting with out him.

Giving him a small smile, he said, “I came to apologize and make amends... I wanted to start by asking you to go with me somewhere special that means a lot to me. It doesn’t have to be soon... but uh... I know your schedule is pretty buzy and all...”

When he didn't get an answer from the knock the night before, Izuku had assumed that Dallas had just gone to bed early. But then he wasn't in class and Izuku couldn't help but to worry. When it was time for lunch, instead of going to his room, he went to Dallas's and knocked on the door. "I know I'm probably early for our... well you called it a date... But you didn't show up to class and I'm worried. Are you okay?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Dallas was just finishing cleaning up the tornado that was Bakugou’s mess in his room. All the dirt was swept up and most of the plants were tossed into the garbage outside. There was a new nesting box in the corner where the white chicken was sleeping cozily, clucking softly.

He was guzzling his nutrient drink in the middle of his room, simultaneous trying to regrow his collection when he heard the knock on the door.

“Date…sorry…yesterday was kind of a blur.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ultra deep thoughts {ic}#ship: photosynthesis

Dallas sounded... off.

Not that it was bad or anything, but he sounded differently than he had yesterday. But it was entirely possible that he’d just had so much going on that he’d forgotten about it... Or maybe it was to teach Izuku a lesson. One he should’ve learned before they both got this far.

His voice was a little muffled through the door as he said, “You told me you were busy yesterday... but... uh... I wanted to make sure you were okay. And if you had a little time, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?”

“I wouldn’t get to close to that pot, those leaves will cause severe burn if they touch your skin.”

@midoriyaplusultra

#saltherodallas #ship: photosynthesis

Taking a step away from the plant, he said, “Thanks for the heads up.” Looking at the plant, he asked, “Is this a new one?”

Today was going to be the day. Izuku had been thinking a lot about what Dallas had said and he *hoped* that his timing was much better this time around. He'd been practicing what to say and when he saw Dallas, he smiled and said, "I really need to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Of course, this had to happen. The little shitter was trying too hard to get into Dallas’ pants. But how to let him off…should be ruin everything? Or be kinder, sweeter. The thought rang through his mind that anything he did to this pant mother trucker’s love life could reflect his own. Dallas had just as much control at the second.

“…I don’t have a moment, I’m sorry.” But knowing this green haired fuck nut, that wasn’t going to be enough. Time to lay on the southern charm. “Dekkk…ahem, Izuku. Why don’t we talk later, alone, privately…in my room. I have somethings I wanna tell you too, but I just need a day at most. Is that okay?”

He didn’t know how long this would last, but everything he planned should be over by then. It would give him time to hunt down his own body and make sure Sho wasn’t ringless by now.

“I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

If anything, he could ruin Dallas’ love life later if the other ruined his first. He was giving everything one chance.

explosively-psycho‌:

He felt his skin crawl as the green mop with sappy emotions reached out to touch. Calm down, this isn’t your body…Deku doesn’t know. There was a quick intake of breath, a gasp. Though Deku might take it as something positive, it really wasn’t.

“Great, it’s a date.”

With that said, he darted out of the other’s hold and down the hall like his feet were on fire.

There was... something... something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was being a little too forward or if something else was going on, but he could’ve sworn that Dallas was flinching at his touch.

And then he was all but running away...

Dallas was a complicated sort of person, but he didn’t deal in giving mixed signals. At least he hadn’t been so far.

He went through the rest of his day, keeping an eye out for Dallas. He’d heard about a commotion in the common room involving one of the Bakugo twins while he’d been in the gym working out, but details were a little sketchy. Or rather people wouldn’t tell him what had happened.

It was almost the end of the day and he was standing outside Dallas’s door. It was later, but he still wanted to make sure the other teen was alright, especially since he’d seemed so out of sorts when he left earlier. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door and asked, “Dallas? You in there?”

Today was going to be the day. Izuku had been thinking a lot about what Dallas had said and he *hoped* that his timing was much better this time around. He'd been practicing what to say and when he saw Dallas, he smiled and said, "I really need to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?" (midoriyaplusultra)

Of course, this had to happen. The little shitter was trying too hard to get into Dallas’ pants. But how to let him off…should be ruin everything? Or be kinder, sweeter. The thought rang through his mind that anything he did to this pant mother trucker’s love life could reflect his own. Dallas had just as much control at the second.

“…I don’t have a moment, I’m sorry.” But knowing this green haired fuck nut, that wasn’t going to be enough. Time to lay on the southern charm. “Dekkk…ahem, Izuku. Why don’t we talk later, alone, privately…in my room. I have somethings I wanna tell you too, but I just need a day at most. Is that okay?”

He didn’t know how long this would last, but everything he planned should be over by then. It would give him time to hunt down his own body and make sure Sho wasn’t ringless by now.

“I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

If anything, he could ruin Dallas’ love life later if the other ruined his first. He was giving everything one chance.

Of course Dallas didn't have time for him. After all, he'd constantly blown him off before and that had lead to their break up before. Izuku honestly couldn't fault Dallas for giving him a taste of his own medicine...

But he called him by his given name which seemed like things were going in the right direction. Maybe... Maybe this time things were going to be alright.

Nodding, he said, "I could give you the time. No problem. A few hours shouldn't be a problem at all..." He bit his lip to keep blathering on. He needed to be better...

Leaning in, he took a chance to cup Dallas's face and murmured, "You're worth the wait. Sorry I was too stupid before to realize what I had."