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[mochirou]

anon requests are... semi closed while i work on a project!

writing and dialogue requests closed, HCs are still open!

send a prompt/scenario (read the ‘requests’ section of this first) and pick a ship/character(s).

format to specify platonic/romantic:

“shinkami”, “kiribaku”, “tododeku” - romantic

“shinsou + kaminari” “kirishima + bakugo” “todoroki + midoriya” - platonic

kiribaku is the default for this blog!

[mochirou]

chapter 2 of nandemonaiya is out!!

[mochirou]

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

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Parents, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Inspired by Kimi no Na wa. | Your Name., Angst, Homophobia, Crack, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Tags will be updated as fic is updated, can you tell that i don’t like mitsuki bakugo, by god there will be so much character development, I swear it Summary:

the memories would still come to him randomly, though, like bits from a half remembered dream. sometimes they came at a flash of blonde hair from a stranger, or a sneer, or a bit of roughness in someone’s voice. but most of the time, they came as he jerked awake. those were the days he woke up crying, and the days that he spent the morning staring out the window watching the faces of strangers pass by. those days always seemed to come when he was about to forget, about to stop searching. something’s missing, the little voice in his head seemed to say. you lost something important to you. something you should keep looking for.

  A kiribaku bodyswap AU based on the movie kimi no na wa! Kirishima and Bakugo have to learn to navigate each other’s’ lives as they switch at random, causing wacky shenanigans and whatnot. There will be a lot of Bakugo threatening Kirishima to act more like an asshole in his body, and emotional moments. so many emotional moments.

[mochirou]

Hot Boy Shit

im not super confident in this writing, so i hope you guys enjoy it more than i do!!

a gift written for @todorokitops , whose birthday was too long ago to justify this still being a birthday gift ;_; sorry

this is part of their selfcest KamiZuma AU, you can read more about it on their blog!

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“UUUUUGH, why did we have to go out shopping today? It’s my day off! And I hate shopping!” Kaminari grumbled, shifting the pile of clothes Zuma had handed him in his arms. They were all from the women’s section, an assortment of skirts, crop tops, and a few chokers for good measure.

“You and I both know you’re not happy in your clothes. Listen, the sooner you learn that gender is a scam, the sooner you can start doing hot boy shit. Like wearing hot pink, and doing your makeup.” Kaminari just nodded along, and glanced down at the things he’d been handed. As he ducked into the changing room, his head filled with swirling doubts at the neon hues he was holding.

As soon as he hung all the clothes hangers, he sat on the bench and put his face in his hands.

What if they think it’s dumb? What will mom think? What if Bakugo calls me a tranny or something? What if I don’t look like I hope I will?

His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle rustling, as the dressing room curtain was pushed back by Zuma. His face softened, and he sat down next to him quietly. He thought for a minute, organizing his thoughts, planning to say exactly what he wanted to hear when he was younger

“Hey, Kami, it’s okay. It’ll be fine.” Zuma got up to sit right in front of him on the floor, and made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with concern, and gentle understanding.

“I know you’re scared of everyone’s reactions, but you can take it slow. You don’t have to wear all of this at once. Trust me, everyone’ll think it’s bomb.” He settled down onto the floor completely, resting his elbows on his knees cross-legged. He gave him a small reassuring smile, and Kami stayed silent.

“You’re even the reason Bakugo starts wearing eyeliner and chokers, though he still won’t admit it, even after all these years… You’re the one that shows him it’s okay. Plus, you look hot as fuck in clothes like that, so jot that down.” He joked to lighten the mood, uncomfortable with the air of vulnerability he’d just created. He may have been older, but he still hadn’t learned how to be genuine without cracking a joke. Maybe I need to work on that, he thought.

But Kaminari didn’t laugh at the joke he made. Instead, he edged off his seat to sit next to Zuma on the ground. He pulled him into a tight hug, with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

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[kittyycatbabe-deactivated202103]

Deku having adhd hcs?

that dumbass didn’t find out he had adhd until second year when everyone was forced to go see a therapist because ofc

after he found out a lot of the things he did made actual sense

wait i’ll be back i’m having an identity crisis

ok i’m back

nvm

ok i’m really back now

he bonds with kaminari, who knows he has adhd since a long time

since there already was things in place for Kami, aizawa extends them to him

by he bonds with kami i mean they get way closer than before 

kami gives him a lot of advices and helps him

their symptoms aren’t all the same but they still help each other out

at first the others wonder if they should treat midoriya differently but he tells them to keep doing like before because nothing bothered him

don’t @ me but midnight has adhd too and she ALSO bonds with the bois 

it makes the stupidest trio and aizawa is very tired

i don’t have that much inspiration surprisingly

hope this is still good? sorry hehe

[mochirou]

he’s one of those adhds that’re a bit harder to clock

you know, the ones that are so afraid of failure that they overplan everything to mask it

his handwriting is atrocious because he has to get allll his ideas out and his brain moves 100x faster than his hand

his workouts in class are also his way of fidgeting. they help him focus on the work

he has messy hair all the time cause Sensory Issues™ make his brain go BSOD (blue screen of death) when he tries to use a hairbrush

he hyperfixates on a new pro hero every week or so

he finds out literally Everything about them, then loses interest super quickly and moves on. that’s how he fills up all those notebooks

he stays up really really late for no reason, but he somehow always manages to be energetic

how does he do it? fuck if i know

he’ll accidentally interrupt conversations excitedly and start infodumping then feel bad about it for the next 5 hours

if someone gets interrupted they better brace themselves for a TSUNAMI of apologies after he realizes what he’s doing

he’s actually the smartest knowledge-wise in the class, but has trouble with actually getting his homework done

so that’s why his grades are average even though he’s portrayed as this ULTRA NERD THAT KNOWS EVERYTHING

he does super well on his tests though, and aizawas pulling his hair out trying to figure out how he does so bad on the homework but gets 100s on tests and classwork

god help this boy he’s just trying his best

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a fun holiday break

krbk

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tags: getting together, sickfic, hurt/comfort(?)

tw (unintentional) dehydration and starving

A/N: this was in my drafts and i realized i never posted it. yes i am aware this is very very self indulgent and i’m only slightly sorry

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“Yo, has anyone seen Bakugo lately? He disappeared like… right after Christmas. It’s been two days.” Kaminari tilted his head questioningly, making eye contact with some of the other students sitting in the common room. Everyone gave him shrugs and noncommittal noises, clearly not that concerned about it.

“It’s nice around here without him, no yelling. Dunno about you guys, but I like my winter break better when he’s not here.” Mineta punctuated his statement by popping a candy in his mouth, and the rest of the class fell silent. Some looked at Kirishima nervously, who had definitely heard what Mineta said. He was staring out the window blankly. He didn’t even react, he just pressed his lips together tighter.

“I’m checking on him, don’t wait for me.” As he said that, quiet conversation started back up, and the tension was relieved when he stormed out of the common room.

When he stepped into his dorm room, he didn’t see Bakugo. His bed was unmade and it was a total mess, blankets piled up haphazardly. Weird, he doesn’t like leaving his bed like that. Thinks only lazy people don’t keep their rooms clean. He moved further in to check if he was in the bathroom, but was stopped short by a weak snarl coming from under the blanket pile.

“Bakugo?” He crept closer to the bed, hyper aware of the fact that he might’ve wanted to be alone, in which case he was intruding.

“Get the fuck outta my room, asshole.” His reply was barely audible and watery, as if he’d been crying before he walked in.

“Not until I know you’re alright. You haven’t come downstairs to get food, have you even eaten since I last saw you?”

“None of your goddamn business, Kirishima.” He let out a quiet sob, and the blanket mound shifted a little. He still couldn’t see Bakugo, so he moved to sit on the floor at the head of his bed. His face was the only thing exposed, and it was deathly pale and sweat covered. His face was twisted in a half-grimace with his eyes closed, and he was violently shaking under the covers.

“Holy shit dude, are you okay?” Kirishima went to feel his forehead on instinct, and he didn’t even flinch or try to bat his hand away. He just squeezed his eyes shut further, and made a whimpering noise at him.

“You’re ice cold, why haven’t you gone to Recovery Girl?”

“...On vacation, remember? Just… go away.” He then pulled his face into the sheets.

“I’ll be right back.” Kirishima quickly walked out the door, disappearing in a flash.

When he came back, he was holding a thermos of pot roast and a glass of water. He set the things he brought on the nightstand, and he saw that he’d poked his face out.

“I’m not leaving till you eat.” He sat back down in his spot on the floor, and Bakugo opened his eyes to see what he’d brought.

“No.”

“Why not? I’ve seen you eat this before, and you… uh… didn’t say it was shit, so I assumed you at least tolerate it. What’s up?” Kirishima tilted his head questioningly at him, and edged a bit closer. His stomach growled loudly, enough for him to hear.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and started struggling to sit up with a grunt of effort, but his arm gave out on him and he flopped back onto the bed.

“I’m so fucking pathetic, can’t even do this.” He instead opted to curl up into a ball and dry sob.

“Um… When’s the last time you drank anything?” Kirishima made a concerned face, and scooched even closer to the side of the bed, until he wasn’t even a step away from it.

“How… How long have I been away?” He glanced at the clock, as if that’d give him a clue to what day it was.

“Have you not gotten up once since you laid down?” Kirishima gasped, almost sounding offended.

“No… No energy.” He stuttered, shaking his head slightly.

“Not even to go to the bathroom?”

“Haven’t needed to.”

Oh shit, he’s dehydrated, he thought. I need to get him to drink some water right now.

“That’s it.” Kirishima stood up suddenly at that.

“What the fuck-“ He had started crawling over Bakugo, to the side against the wall.

“Can I?” He gestured to the thick layer of blankets that he was kneeling on, asking permission to join him under them. He huffed at him, but he didn’t say no, so he pulled off the hoodie he was wearing. He didn’t have a shirt underneath, and a little bit of color returned to Bakugo’s face.

“Jesus Christ, I’m- What’s that for, idiot?” He growled weakly.

“I’m warming you up, you can’t feel my body heat as well through a hoodie.” He pulled a particularly fluffy blanket off the top of the pile, and wrapped it around himself.

“I’m gonna put you on my lap and help you sit up, that okay?” He didn’t respond but Kirishima knew that if he didn’t want to, he’d say so. He peeled back the sheets, exposing his shivering body, and picked him up so he could move to sit with his legs over the side of the bed.

Then Kirishima pulled Bakugo into his lap, and immediately started spooning him from behind. He wrapped the blanket around him, making sure to close up all the gaps, and rested his chin on his shoulder. When he pulled him closer, he involuntarily shuddered at how cold he was. He could feel it through Bakugo’s thin tank top and boxers, and they were slightly damp with sweat. He was shaking violently, but as Kirishima’s body heat seeped into him, it slowly stopped.

“D’you wanna try drinking some water now? I’ll hold you up, you’ll be okay.” Kirishima gently squeezed around his torso, shuffling up the bed till he was within reach of the things he brought.

“Um… yeah… thanks.” His voice got quieter with each word, and he could barely hear the last ‘thanks’. Kirishima was stunned by the change in demeanor. Normally he would say something like “I’m not a kid, stop patronizing me, asshole”, but he accepted his help without complaint. He leaned over to reach for the glass, then handed it to Bakugo. He took a mouthful of water and swished it around for a second before swallowing, then he chugged the entire glass in one go.

“Want me to go get more water?” Bakugo nodded wordlessly, so he moved him off his lap and got up.

“Heh, try not to miss me too much.” Bakugo simply fell over in response, and he went on his way to get water. He stopped by his room first, to grab the large bottle he brings with him when he trains. Midoriya stopped him to ask if everything was okay, but he just waved him off and said it was fine.

When he returned, he came back to Bakugo with his face buried in his hoodie. He was half asleep with his eyes closed, and making small satisfied noises whenever he inhaled. God, he’s so adorable… That was all he was thinking while he watched him from the doorway, spotting a small but genuine smile on his face. He was sure that he didn’t know he was there, and he decided to save him the embarrassment. He walked quietly to the end of the hallway, then purposely stepped heavily to alert him that he was coming. Sure enough, when he poked his head back in, his hoodie was (vaguely) in the same place he left it.

“Hey, Bakugo, I got you more water…” He put it down next to the food, and then sat back on the edge of the bed. Bakugo stayed laying down but moved his head near Kirishima’s hip, so he could pick him up easier.

“Can you get up yourself?”

“Yeah, fuck off.” He then propped himself up shakily, Kirishima wrapped his arms around his torso, and lifted him into a sitting position on his lap. He re-wrapped them in a thick blanket, then pulled Bakugo’s back flush against his chest.

“Mm… Warm…” Bakugo mumbled sleepily, and relaxed against him.

“I put the food in a thermos, so it should still be hot.” Kirishima handed it to him, and stayed silent while he ate. It was gone within a couple of minutes, he ate and drank like he hadn’t eaten in days (which, coincidentally, was what had happened).

“Wanna watch a movie?” Kirishima eyed Bakugo’s laptop that was sitting on his desk, while he finished off the food.

“What fuckin’ ever, do what you want. ‘M tired.” He leaned back on Kirishima with his entire body weight, relaxing completely against him.

“...Dude, I need to get up. To put on the movie.”

“Sounds like an iss-you, not an iss-me.” Kirishima made a complaining noise at that, and he reluctantly laid down and moved off. It took a couple minutes to pick a movie, he settled for some random American movie, dubbed in Japanese.

“Hey, why don’t you have a password on here? Isn't that unsafe?”

“People don’ touch it if they know what’s good for ‘em.” After pressing play, he moved back to the bed, and sat down on the edge.

It took a bit before Kirishima realized that Bakugo was still shaking, and making quiet whimpering noises. He didn’t want to push his luck and risk setting him off, especially since he was probably feeling a bit more like his usual self. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for the eventual “get the fuck out of my room” he was expecting.

“Uh… Are you… okay?” He asked tentatively, with the least patronizing tone he could muster.

“It’s kinda cold in here, ‘M fine.” He pulled his blanket pile up further on his body, and looked straight ahead at the movie playing on his laptop.

Shit, how do I get him to accept help?

“Yeah, I’m cold too. Can I have one of your blankets?” He said in a sly tone of voice, and prayed that Bakugo had picked up on what he was trying to do.

“Fuck no, you crazy? As if. I guess we could share. Y’know, so I don’t have to give up any blankets.” He accompanied the sentence with an eye roll. That was all the invitation Kirishima needed, and he slid himself under the sheets with him. Bakugo immediately turned around and pushed Kirishima onto his back, then settled his body against him with a contented sigh. He rested his head right on his chest, and tangled their legs together. They were sitting up at an angle, with the pillows supporting Kirishima’s back.

“Um… Bakugo…” Kirishima stammered, taken by surprise by his sudden pushy affection. Bakugo was silent for a couple of seconds, lost in thought about something. Kirishima snaked his hands in under his arms and around his torso, and he made a small noise of happiness.

“Actually, it’s Katsuki for you now. Uh… If you want to. It’s whatever, do what you want.” He lifted his head up to look at Kirishima nervously. What he saw was a bright red face, and wide eyes.

“I… You can call me Eijiro, too. I’d like that.” He managed to get through the entire sentence without messing up, and he thanked whatever higher power was watching over him at the moment.

“Katsuki…” The way he said it was almost reverent, his voice laden with quiet awe. He made eye contact with him, and gave him a small smile.

“Eijiro…” He shifted up a little so they were at eye level, and he was sitting on his lap. He rested one of his hands in the crook of his neck, and pressed their foreheads together.

“Kiss me.”

Their first kiss was soft and sweet and slow, both of them taking their time. The movie was long forgotten, in favor of lazily making out. Kirishima’s hands found their way to Bakugo’s back, running fingers lightly over his skin. The feeling made him whine into the kiss, and squeeze Kirishima’s hips in appreciation.

“That feels good,” He mumbled against Kirishima’s lips. His body went weak, and he melted against him with a little “mmph” noise. That just encouraged him to kiss harder, giving him a tight hug around the waist.

“‘M gettin’ tired…” At that, Bakugo pressed one last kiss to Kirishima’s mouth, and settled back down onto his chest.

“Your skin’s so soft,” He muttered quietly. He pushed his face into him a little and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating off him.

“God, you’re cute.” As soon as Kirishima said that, he stiffened, clearly not meaning to say that out loud. Bakugo just hummed contentedly in response.

He was only paying a little bit of attention to the movie. It was some old superhero flick, from the time before quirks started manifesting. The guy could shrink and control ants or something, for all Bakugo knew. Kinda weird, in his opinion. But he was safe, loved, comfortable, with someone he trusts taking gentle care of him.

...Kinda sucks that I had to be fuckin’ miserable as shit to get here, though.

That was the last thought he had before he finally stopped fighting his exhaustion, letting the warmth and Kirishima’s breathing lull him to sleep.

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A/N: watch kiri catch whatever bakugo has and get sick as hell from that kiss, then get called an idiot by bakugo even though it was his idea

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[mochirou]

Masterlist

tws are all on top of the post they’re on!

code:

🌸 - fluff

🌼 - crack

🍄 - hurt/comfort

💧 - heavier angst

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my longer fics

Nandemonaiya teaser - 🌼 🌸💧

10k words planned in total, KiriBaku. tags: Kimi No Na Wa (Your Name) AU, Quirkless AU, Bodyswap

like real people do -💧🍄

1.1k words, KiriBaku. tags: anon prompt, Getting Back Together, Quirkless AU

i love you, despite myself - 💧🍄

2k words, KiriBaku. tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Canonverse

a fun holiday break - 💧🍄 🌸

2.2k words, KiriBaku. tags: Sickfic, Getting Together, Canonverse, First Kiss

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my shorter drabbles/anon prompts

in the dark - 🌸 🍄

565 words, KiriBaku. tags: Established Relationship, Nightmare Fic

“but you loooove me” - 🌼

179 words, ShinKami. tags: anon prompt, Canonverse, Dumb Puns, could be read as platonic

“YOU! I’ll kill you!” - 🌼 🌸

170 words, KiriBaku. tags: anon prompt, ....cheating at a video game by biting your opponent?, Canonverse

“how do you make doing that look so cute?” - 🌸

416 words, KiriBaku. tags: anon prompt, First Kiss, literally just pure fluff

wedding day - 🌸

686 words, KiriBaku. tags: anon prompt, Wedding Fic

hot boy shit - 🍄 🌸

436 words, KamiZuma. a gift for my friend 🥺❤️

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Headcanons

catsuki (bakugo doing Cat Things) - 🌸

slight krbk

study date - 🌸

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[snowbits]

short teaser for the new multichapter im posting on my writing blog (mochirou) soon!!!

Nandemonaiya

there was a person he once knew.

he couldn’t remember their name, but he remembered their favorite food, and the real reason they hated their “childhood best friend”.

he didn’t remember where they live, but he remembered that they had a scar on their hip from a childhood accident that he couldn’t quite place, and that their mom was a huge bitch.

he couldn’t picture the person’s face, and however hard he tried, it always slipped away from him as soon as he pinned down a feature. the figure never had a face. trying to remember was like yelling into a cave, his voice echoing back and reminding him that it was empty. of course, why did he expect anyone to respond? it’s just a cavern. so one day he just gave up.

the memories would still come to him randomly, though, like bits from a half remembered dream. sometimes they came at a flash of blonde hair from a stranger, or a sneer, or a bit of roughness in someone’s voice.

but most of the time, they came as he jerked awake. those were the days he woke up crying, and the days that he spent the morning staring out the window watching the faces of strangers pass by. those days always seemed to come when he was about to forget, about to stop searching.

something’s missing, the little voice in his head seemed to say. you lost something important to you. something you should keep looking for.

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@mochirou staring directly at you rn

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EHEHEHEHEHE

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prompt “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

HELLO THIS GOT LONG

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like real people do

krbk, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

tw alcohol, intoxication, emeto, self neglect

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A month. That’s how long it’d taken for him to break and hit the call button. It was a mistake, really, his finger had been hovering over the icon for five minutes at least. The tap barely registered through the haze in his head, and the ringing was a dull, faded noise that merely bounced off the thick layer of fog surrounding him.

It echoed through his empty apartment, which was depressingly colorless. He had refused to buy anything that wasn’t some shade of grey or orange, but now that his stuff was gone, he kinda really missed the obnoxious neon hues of his clothes strewn everywhere.

He never thought he’d miss the mess that he had angrily mentioned while chasing him out. The apartment was too sterile, bearing no trace that anyone had ever lived there. Except for the table, filled with empty glass bottles whose contents were an unwitting part of the failed attempt to drown and bury feelings that were now threatening to boil over inside of him.

“Ka… Bakugo?” The voice was soft and hesitant, laced with sadness, and an emotion he couldn’t pin down.

“E-Eijiro— I didn’ expect you to pick up…” He slurred his words, half from inebriation and half from crying.

“What did you call me for?” His voice gained a little bit of hostility, the phone audio crackling as he spat those words.

“I’m… I’m really sorry, I fucked up, I… Shouldn’t have- I miss you so much.”

“Wha-“

“Fuck, I’m so lonely. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you. Even though they have your hair color, none of it looks as… hah… dumb as yours, and they don’t have your smile, or your laugh…” His voice broke, and he set his phone down on the table as he was overtaken by sobs. He put his face in his hands, muffling his crying and making the tears streaming down his face gather in his palms.

“Are… Are you drunk?”

“U-Uh… No,” He mumbled, unconvincingly. Kirishima stayed silent, thinking.

“I’m coming over.”

“No, wait, I-“ He tried to protest, but he was cut off by the sound of him hanging up. He was about to hit the call back button but he suddenly became aware of the fact that more than just strong feelings were coming up his throat.

When Kirishima opened the (thankfully unlocked) door, he was greeted with the sound of sobbing and retching coming from the bathroom. His phone was sitting on the table, with a dribble of vomit next to it.

“Baku- Kat- Uhh….?” He cycled through his given name and surname, unsure of how to address him.

“K-Kaa-hatsuki,” He gagged in the middle of the word, leaning back over the toilet. Not much came out, just pure bitter bile. He hadn’t eaten well in weeks, only having enough to not pass out from hunger while he sat listlessly around the house or went to work. He coughed from the feeling of acid in the back of his throat, and the action caused him to dry heave.

That was what Kirishima walked in on, him leaning over the toilet, unable to move from where he was hugging the bowl. He kept retching, but nothing was coming out.

“Jesus Christ Katsuki, how much have you drank?” He asked incredulously, staring in shock at the gaunt figure in front of him.

His skin, which had once been colored, was now a dull grey. He had deep bags under his eyes, and he trembled even when he was sitting still.

“I dunno why you had to come over, I’m fine. Fucking peachy. Calling you was a mistake.” Bakugo sneered at him, but there was no malice behind it. Just sadness and hurt.

“See, this is why we broke up. You wouldn’t accept my help, even when you clearly needed it. Alright, okay, whatever. I’m too nice for this shit, I don’t know why I came over. Maybe I had hoped you changed. Maybe I have that savior complex you mentioned and I hoped you were finally broken enough to be ready for me. I don’t fucking know.” Kirishima was angry, yet his tone was icy cold and mechanical. It was paired with an unfamiliar scowl, and a pair of eyes filled to the brim with rage.

“Fuckin’ shit I did it again- Eijiro, I’m so sorry, it’s just habit. P… Please don’t leave me,” Bakugo whimpered pitifully, arm still wrapped around the toilet bowl.

“I… I need you.” Those words stopped Kirishima in his tracks, whose back was turned to leave the bathroom. His face softened, and he swiveled around to look at him.

“I love you too. You’re kinda a mess right now, when’s the last time you showered?” His voice was full of sympathy, concern, and genuine sweetness, a complete 180 from what it was just a few seconds ago.

“I don’t remember,” He said softly. He hadn’t been keeping track of it, but it’d been five days. His unwashed hair laid flat with grease, having lost its usual poof. At the mention of showers, he suddenly felt all the grime and sweat caked on his skin at once. He sniffled, and his skin crawled at the thought of how dirty he was.

“Here, I’ll take a shower with you. Maybe you’ll feel less gross afterwards.” Kirishima held out his hand, letting Bakugo lean on him to pull himself up. He stumbled right into Kirishima once he was upright, dizzy from intoxication. They both started undressing automatically, Kirishima turning on the water while they settled back into a familiar routine. When it was warm, they both stepped in, the water instantly making Bakugo feel a bit better and washing off the built up dirt. He sidled right up to Kirishima, settling in his arms and relaxing against his chest with a sigh.

“Isn’t this a bit weird, seeing as you kindaaa... chased me out of the apartment screaming a month ago and told me to never come back?” He was genuinely confused, but still wrapped his arms around Bakugo’s torso and squeezed him gently. He hummed in response, and pushed his face up against the side of his neck.

“I missed you. I’m sorry fer bein’ a dick, you didn’t deserve being treated like shit.” He interrupted his apology by pressing a kiss right behind his ear.

“I’ll try to do better, if you’ll have me.” He pushed his body flush to Kirishima’s under the water. He’d never admit it, but that was one of the things he missed most.

“Can you wash my hair? Feels better when you do it.”

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[mochirou]

in the dark

here’s a short little h/c nightmare fic i wrote instead of working on the requests i got—

krbk, established relationship

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“Eijirooo...”

He was pulled out of his sleep by a familiar voice, and his eyes blinked open sleepily. The room was dark, save for the moonlight slanting in through the window. He noted that it was sometime past 2 am, and that his room was a bit cold.

“Eijiro?” Bakugo’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost upset. Is something wrong?

That thought flashed in his mind as he went to go get the door. The sight that greeted him was definitely unexpected. He was standing in the doorway wrapped in a blanket, staring at the floor with a troubled look on his face.

“Katsuki? It’s 2 am,” Kirishima said, and quirked his head at him.

“I can leave.” At that, he moved to turn around, but Kirishima grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“No, c’mere.” He wordlessly brought him into his room, the dim light of the hallway disappearing as the door shut with a soft click.

“Um…” Bakugo looked everywhere but Kirishima’s face, settling on staring at his shoulder.

“C… Can I sleep with you tonight?” The question hit Kirishima like a dodgeball to the face, rendering him speechless out of shock.

“I just…” He fidgeted with the blanket around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to explain if you don’t wanna, just come here.” He laid down on the side of the bed near the wall, patting the space next to him. Bakugo settled down with a yawn. The room was silent for a couple of seconds, with the hum of the air conditioner in the background.

“Didn’t wanna be alone,” He half-whispers.

“Alright, get up for a second.” Bakugo rolled back off for a second, and Kirishima pulled back the blankets. When he laid back down underneath the blankets facing him, Kirishima pulled him into a tight hug, and immediately started rubbing comforting circles into his back.

“You could talk about anything with me, you know that, right?” Kirishima rested his forehead softly against Bakugo’s in a gesture of support.

“I’m here for you.” Bakugo then started crying quietly, almost inaudible over the whirring of the AC unit.

“Nightmares.” He managed to get only one word out between his sniffles, but it was enough for Kirishima. He flopped onto his back, taking Bakugo with him. He rested his face right against Kirishima’s, with his nose brushing against his cheek. He squeezed him gently around the torso, which made his crying a little louder.

“I’m here, Katsuki, you’re okay.” His hand moved to Bakugo’s hair at an awkward angle, running his fingers through his (surprisingly fluffy) spikes.

“Do you need anything?” Kirishima didn’t expect him to ask for anything, but it was still worth an ask.

“U-Um… Could you keep… uh… petting me? Feels nice.” Kirishima nodded without hesitation, the only words he said were a quiet request for him to move down and rest his head on his chest.

One arm stayed wrapped around Bakugo, the other resting against his cheek and lightly scratching his scalp. He hummed and pushed his face into Kirishima’s chest, thoroughly enjoying the feeling. His breathing slowed to match his, calmness washing over him as the memories of his dream got replaced by the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand in his hair. And the warmth radiating off his skin chased away the iciness of the sludge that had surrounded him in his nightmare.

“You’re safe here with me, okay?”

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50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

[mochirou]

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

Chapters: 1/1 

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Hatred, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Bakugo Has Issues, and kiri shouldve told him to get fucked, thats an exaggeration but why isnt he more mad, like damn bro get some self respect

Summary:

Well, that sure is a bad reaction to a confession. Exposing his vulnerable side just to have a knife stuck in it isn’t a fun way to spend a Saturday evening. His feelings quite literally explode in his face. Alternatively, Bakugo ruins their weekly game night by being gay and angsty then feels really bad about it. Kirishima will love him anyway. He has no choice.

[mochirou]

I PROMISE I HAVWNT DIED IM JUST WORKING ON THINGS

if anyone sees this ig you can vote whether you want my angst fic or fluff fic first

[mochirou]

"but you loooove me!" shinkami maybe?

this took way longer than i expected but only bc i forgot about it for a bit SORRY HGSJFJ

•♡︎•

“Hey. Hey Shinso. Hey.” Kaminari sidled up behind Shinso, putting his hands on his shoulders. Shinso huffed, and turned to face him.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the festival with your class?” Kaminari pulled a pensive face, and mimed thinking for a couple of seconds.

“Hm… I don’t know watt you’re talking about.” Shinso blinked in surprise.

“I wanna get to know you! I’m so amped for it.”

“Shut up.” Shinso smacked Kaminari’s forearm without even turning around, and stared straight ahead with an apathetic expression on his face. Kaminari couldn’t hear it, but in Shinso’s head, “don’t react don’t react don’t react” was repeating.

“Awww, are you currently bored of my puns?” He leaned around the other to look at his face, and he had a shit eating grin on his face. Shinso sighed heavily at him.

“I can feel the spark between us~”

That earned him an elbow jab square in the chest, and he fell over, breathless and wheezing.

“I hate you, and your dumb puns.”

“Nooo, you love me, and my great and also amazing puns!”