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If you couldn’t tell already, this account will be for the most part bakudeku bahaha and I will be posting fanfics on here and various other things along those lines..

Just something to give me a space to show my love for my two favorite characters in the bnha universe.

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DISSONANCE - CHAPTER ONE

WORDS: 2093

Trouble always happens when we stop questioning what we’re told.

Last year, a boy jumped off the school roof. Nobody talks about it now, not the teachers, not the students who watched from below. Everyone says it was an accident. That he slipped, that he was “troubled.” But those who knew him knew that he used to ask too many questions, about grades, about rules, about why things had to be the way that they were. They told him to stop overthinking. He did. Then he jumped.

They said it was better not to ask questions. That asking questions only made things harder, for everyone. But he couldn’t help himself. Questioning isn’t rebellion to them; it’s breathing.

And maybe that’s why he fell. Or maybe that’s why he was pushed, not by hands, but by the weight of everyone telling him not to think. Because trouble doesn’t come from asking why. Trouble comes when we forget to.

Either way, everyone thought he was gone for good. But this year, he’s in my class. Quiet now, different somehow. The kind of quiet that comes from knowing too much.

Sometimes I catch him staring out the window, like he’s standing on that roof, still trying to decide if the world is worth believing in. And every time the teacher says “Don’t question it,” I see his pencil stop mid-sentence, like he remembers what happened the last time he did.

The bell hasn’t rung yet, but the teacher’s already gathering her papers, her voice soft and final.

“All right, that’s enough for today,” she says, snapping her binder shut. “Remember, test on Friday. Don’t overthink it.”

Chairs scrape against the floor, the sound sharp and restless. Everyone’s halfway out of their seats before she finishes talking. I pack my notebook slowly, pretending to look busy while I glance toward him. He’s still sitting there, hands folded on his desk, staring straight ahead.

The sunlight hits his face just right, and for a second, I can almost see the roof reflected in his eyes again, that same edge between staying and falling.

The teacher looks at him, then at the clock. “You okay, Midoriya?” she asks gently.

He blinks, like waking up. “Yeah,” he says, voice steady but distant. “Just thinking.”

She smiles, the polite kind, and walks out before the bell even rings.

Then the door bangs open. Kirishima comes in first, grinning like he owns the place, and Kaminari’s right behind him, backpack swinging. I already know this is going to be a disaster.

“Yo! Who’s here?” Kirishima calls out, plopping onto the edge of a desk near Deku. “Didn’t think anyone would actually be back after last year.”

Kaminari tosses his bag onto the floor, sparks faintly flickering off his fingers. “Yeah, man. Thought the place would be empty. You just… sitting here like some furniture or something.”

I snort. Of course they’re teasing him — they don’t even realize it. Casual, careless, like it’s nothing. But I see him. And I don’t like it.

Deku flinches slightly at their words, hands tightening on his desk, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away. Typical. Soft. But… he’s still there.

I step forward, glaring. “Oi! Don’t just stand around whispering and laughing. This isn’t a damn party.”

Kirishima freezes, grinning sheepishly. Kaminari leans back against the wall, smirking like he’s invisible to my glare. Figures.

Then I lock eyes on Deku. Quiet. Green hair, green eyes, sitting like he belongs nowhere. Like some invisible freak. But he meets my glare anyway. Doesn’t flinch.

“You. Sitting there. Don’t think I don’t see you. Try to survive in my class, got it?”

He swallows. “I… I’ll try.”

Hmph. Soft. Fragile. But… not gone. Not invisible. Something about that makes me tighten my jaw. I don’t like soft idiots, but I see him now. And that changes things.

Kirishima leans back on the edge of the desk, cracking his knuckles. “So… uh, you’re really just gonna sit there the whole time? Not say a word?” His grin is wide, almost friendly, but there’s an edge to it — teasing, but he doesn’t even realize it.

Kaminari snorts, bouncing slightly on his heels. “Yeah, man. You make it too easy. You could literally disappear and we’d probably not notice for a week.”

I tighten my jaw, arms still crossed. Of course they’re making fun of him. Of course. But Deku… he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just sits there, green eyes calm, watching them, watching me.

“Oi,” I mutter under my breath, “he’s not invisible. Don’t push it.”

Kirishima chuckles, oblivious to my glare. “Relax, Bakugo. We’re not hurting him… much.”

“Yeah,” Kaminari adds, smirking. “Besides, it’s kinda funny. You just… sit there, all quiet. Makes the rest of us look like idiots.”

I huff, looking away for a second, just so I don’t punch something. But I can’t stop glancing at him. Quiet, calm, green eyes steady. Soft. Fragile. And yet… there’s a fire there. A trying. Something stubborn that refuses to vanish.

Deku finally shifts in his seat, just a little. “I… don’t really mind,” he says quietly. His voice is soft, steady. He doesn’t ask them to stop. Doesn’t plead. Doesn’t even glare. Just… sits there.

Kirishima pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Huh… he actually talks. Weird.”

Kaminari shrugs, still grinning. “Guess he’s not completely invisible after all.”

Kirishima and Kaminari are still whispering by the door, laughing quietly to themselves. I’m leaning against the wall, arms crossed, already annoyed. Typical.

Then Kirishima fumbles with something in his pocket — a little bag, shiny, small — and before he can stop it, it slips from his hand and lands right on the floor in front of Deku’s desk.

There’s a quiet clink.

Deku freezes. Green eyes flick down, calm but alert. His hands tighten in his lap. He doesn’t move the bag. He just… looks at it, and then back up at Kirishima, who’s frozen, wide-eyed, realizing what just happened.

“Uh… shit,” Kirishima mutters, crouching down to grab it. “Sorry, man! Totally didn’t mean—”

Kaminari’s eyes widen too, and he mutters, “Whoa… yeah. That’s… uh…” His voice trails off, unsure what to say.

I can feel my jaw tightening. Really? I mutter under my breath, “Idiots.”

Deku finally speaks, quiet but steady. “What… is this?”

Kirishima stammers, “Uh… nothing! Just… uh… not yours. Definitely not yours.”

Kaminari shrugs nervously, leaning back. “Yeah… we were just… messing around.”

I step forward, glaring at both of them. “You’re idiots. Both of you. Get that out of here. Now.”

Kirishima throws a nervous glance at Deku. “Sorry, man! Didn’t mean to… uh… drag you into this.”

Deku doesn’t move the bag. He just stares at it, then at us. Calm. Quiet. But there’s something in his eyes , curiosity, judgment, awareness. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t freak out. He just… notices.

Kirishima freezes, hand hovering over the bag, panic flickering across his face.

“Uh… we—uh…” he stammers.

Kaminari glances at him, then back at Deku, shrugging awkwardly. “Yeah… I guess we should—”

But before either of them can move, the bell rings. Both of them jump.

“Crap! We’re late!” Kirishima exclaims, grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder — but in the chaos, he forgets the little shiny bag.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Kaminari yells, shoving past Kirishima and out the door, leaving the dropped bag sitting square in front of Deku.

I step forward, arms crossed, watching both of them go. My jaw tightens. Unbelievable. Typical. Stupid. Careless.

Deku doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just looks down at the bag, calm, quiet. His green eyes flick back up at me, and for a moment, I can tell he’s weighing something.

I mutter under my breath, “You better not touch that.”

And he doesn’t. He just sits there, quiet, soft, but fully aware of everything that just happened.

I take a step forward, jaw tight, and snatch the bag off the floor before Deku can even react. My fingers clamp around it like I’m squeezing the stupidity out of it.

I mutter under my breath, “You two are completely useless.”

Then I toss the bag into my desk drawer with a sharp slam, just to make sure it’s out of reach. My eyes flick back to Deku.

“You stay out of trouble,” I growl. “And don’t think about doing anything stupid, either.”

…

Lunch is loud, chaotic, the usual mix of chatter and clanging trays. I’m sitting at my table, eyes scanning the room, when I spot Kirishima and Kaminari laughing over something dumb. That bag… the one they dropped in front of Deku earlier? Yeah, still floating in my brain.

I grab it from my backpack without hesitation and storm over to their table. Kirishima looks up, grinning like he owns the world, and Kaminari’s mid-laugh.

Before either of them can react, I throw the bag straight at Kirishima’s chest. “Here. Don’t leave your crap lying around in other people’s way,” I snap.

Kirishima flinches, arms flailing as the bag hits him, and Kaminari bursts out laughing, but it’s the nervous, “oh no” kind of laugh.

“Oi! Bakugo, chill! It’s just—” Kirishima starts, but I cut him off with a glare sharp enough to freeze anyone mid-sentence.

“Just nothing. Keep your garbage to yourself. Or next time, it’s not coming back,” I growl, turning on my heel.

Deku, sitting at his usual spot, notices it all. I can feel his green eyes on me as I walk back, calm but observing, soft but aware. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t smile. Just… watches. And I know he’s noticing everything, including how I handle idiots like Kirishima and Kaminari.

I plop back down at my table, muttering under my breath, “Party idiots. They never learn.”

Pink hair darts across the lunchroom before anyone can react. Mina skids to a stop right next to Deku, her grin wide.

“Deku! There you are! Why so quiet today?”

Deku looks up, calm, hands folded. “I’m fine,” he says softly.

I sit back, watching. The chaos he attracts even when he doesn’t move. Typical.

Kirishima and Kaminari freeze mid-laugh, caught between nervousness and amusement.

Mina leans closer to Deku, bouncing slightly in her seat. “C’mon, tell me something! Anything!”

Deku doesn’t answer, just blinks at her. And for once, the room feels like it’s waiting, not for noise, but for him to make the first move.

Mina leans closer, bouncing, still grinning. “C’mon, tell me something! Anything! You’ve been so quiet, I—”

“That’s enough!” Deku’s voice snaps, sharp and sudden. The words cut through the lunchroom chatter. His green eyes are blazing now, the calm replaced with fire. “I said I’m fine! Stop bothering me!”

Mina freezes mid-smile, eyes wide. “Whoa… Deku?”

Kirishima and Kaminari exchange nervous glances, fumbling with their trays. Even I lean forward slightly, brow furrowed, surprised at the raw edge in his voice.

Deku’s chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m tired of everyone acting like I’m invisible or… or some freak you can poke fun at! Just leave me alone, okay?”

Mina blinks, stunned, while Kirishima scratches the back of his head. “Uh… sorry, man…”

Kaminari gulps. “Yeah… we didn’t mean—”

I lean back, crossing my arms. Huh. Finally. About time someone snapped at these idiots. Not that I’d ever say it out loud.

Mina’s smile falters, but she doesn’t back off. “Deku, I was just—”

Before she can finish, Deku slams his tray down on the table with a sharp clatter, standing up so fast that the bench screeches across the floor. His hands shake, but there’s a raw force behind him.

“Stop! Stop touching me!” His voice cracks with anger. He grabs her arm to push her back, hard enough to make her stumble.

Mina yelps, falling onto the floor slightly, startled, her pink hair splaying out. “Deku—!”

Kirishima jumps to his feet, eyes wide. “Whoa! Dude! Calm down!”

Kaminari freezes mid-bite, staring, wide-eyed. “Uh… maybe that was… too much?”

I don’t move. I just watch, arms crossed, jaw tight. This is the green-haired kid I’ve been seeing all day, quiet, calm… and now, terrifying when pushed. He’s not soft. He’s not fragile. And if anyone touches him again, I’d bet they wouldn’t like the result.

Deku takes a sharp breath, chest heaving, and his green eyes flash at everyone around him. “I said leave me the hell alone!”

Even Mina, usually all energy, is frozen, hands brushing the floor as she scrambles to sit up. The room feels heavier, charged, and for the first time, everyone realizes this kid is not to be messed with.

Hope u guys enjoyed the first chap. :)

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DISSONANCE - CHAPTER ONE

WORDS: 2093

Trouble always happens when we stop questioning what we’re told.

Last year, a boy jumped off the school roof. Nobody talks about it now, not the teachers, not the students who watched from below. Everyone says it was an accident. That he slipped, that he was “troubled.” But those who knew him knew that he used to ask too many questions, about grades, about rules, about why things had to be the way that they were. They told him to stop overthinking. He did. Then he jumped.

They said it was better not to ask questions. That asking questions only made things harder, for everyone. But he couldn’t help himself. Questioning isn’t rebellion to them; it’s breathing.

And maybe that’s why he fell. Or maybe that’s why he was pushed, not by hands, but by the weight of everyone telling him not to think. Because trouble doesn’t come from asking why. Trouble comes when we forget to.

Either way, everyone thought he was gone for good. But this year, he’s in my class. Quiet now, different somehow. The kind of quiet that comes from knowing too much.

Sometimes I catch him staring out the window, like he’s standing on that roof, still trying to decide if the world is worth believing in. And every time the teacher says “Don’t question it,” I see his pencil stop mid-sentence, like he remembers what happened the last time he did.

The bell hasn’t rung yet, but the teacher’s already gathering her papers, her voice soft and final.

“All right, that’s enough for today,” she says, snapping her binder shut. “Remember, test on Friday. Don’t overthink it.”

Chairs scrape against the floor, the sound sharp and restless. Everyone’s halfway out of their seats before she finishes talking. I pack my notebook slowly, pretending to look busy while I glance toward him. He’s still sitting there, hands folded on his desk, staring straight ahead.

The sunlight hits his face just right, and for a second, I can almost see the roof reflected in his eyes again, that same edge between staying and falling.

The teacher looks at him, then at the clock. “You okay, Midoriya?” she asks gently.

He blinks, like waking up. “Yeah,” he says, voice steady but distant. “Just thinking.”

She smiles, the polite kind, and walks out before the bell even rings.

Then the door bangs open. Kirishima comes in first, grinning like he owns the place, and Kaminari’s right behind him, backpack swinging. I already know this is going to be a disaster.

“Yo! Who’s here?” Kirishima calls out, plopping onto the edge of a desk near Deku. “Didn’t think anyone would actually be back after last year.”

Kaminari tosses his bag onto the floor, sparks faintly flickering off his fingers. “Yeah, man. Thought the place would be empty. You just… sitting here like some furniture or something.”

I snort. Of course they’re teasing him — they don’t even realize it. Casual, careless, like it’s nothing. But I see him. And I don’t like it.

Deku flinches slightly at their words, hands tightening on his desk, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away. Typical. Soft. But… he’s still there.

I step forward, glaring. “Oi! Don’t just stand around whispering and laughing. This isn’t a damn party.”

Kirishima freezes, grinning sheepishly. Kaminari leans back against the wall, smirking like he’s invisible to my glare. Figures.

Then I lock eyes on Deku. Quiet. Green hair, green eyes, sitting like he belongs nowhere. Like some invisible freak. But he meets my glare anyway. Doesn’t flinch.

“You. Sitting there. Don’t think I don’t see you. Try to survive in my class, got it?”

He swallows. “I… I’ll try.”

Hmph. Soft. Fragile. But… not gone. Not invisible. Something about that makes me tighten my jaw. I don’t like soft idiots, but I see him now. And that changes things.

Kirishima leans back on the edge of the desk, cracking his knuckles. “So… uh, you’re really just gonna sit there the whole time? Not say a word?” His grin is wide, almost friendly, but there’s an edge to it — teasing, but he doesn’t even realize it.

Kaminari snorts, bouncing slightly on his heels. “Yeah, man. You make it too easy. You could literally disappear and we’d probably not notice for a week.”

I tighten my jaw, arms still crossed. Of course they’re making fun of him. Of course. But Deku… he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just sits there, green eyes calm, watching them, watching me.

“Oi,” I mutter under my breath, “he’s not invisible. Don’t push it.”

Kirishima chuckles, oblivious to my glare. “Relax, Bakugo. We’re not hurting him… much.”

“Yeah,” Kaminari adds, smirking. “Besides, it’s kinda funny. You just… sit there, all quiet. Makes the rest of us look like idiots.”

I huff, looking away for a second, just so I don’t punch something. But I can’t stop glancing at him. Quiet, calm, green eyes steady. Soft. Fragile. And yet… there’s a fire there. A trying. Something stubborn that refuses to vanish.

Deku finally shifts in his seat, just a little. “I… don’t really mind,” he says quietly. His voice is soft, steady. He doesn’t ask them to stop. Doesn’t plead. Doesn’t even glare. Just… sits there.

Kirishima pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Huh… he actually talks. Weird.”

Kaminari shrugs, still grinning. “Guess he’s not completely invisible after all.”

Kirishima and Kaminari are still whispering by the door, laughing quietly to themselves. I’m leaning against the wall, arms crossed, already annoyed. Typical.

Then Kirishima fumbles with something in his pocket — a little bag, shiny, small — and before he can stop it, it slips from his hand and lands right on the floor in front of Deku’s desk.

There’s a quiet clink.

Deku freezes. Green eyes flick down, calm but alert. His hands tighten in his lap. He doesn’t move the bag. He just… looks at it, and then back up at Kirishima, who’s frozen, wide-eyed, realizing what just happened.

“Uh… shit,” Kirishima mutters, crouching down to grab it. “Sorry, man! Totally didn’t mean—”

Kaminari’s eyes widen too, and he mutters, “Whoa… yeah. That’s… uh…” His voice trails off, unsure what to say.

I can feel my jaw tightening. Really? I mutter under my breath, “Idiots.”

Deku finally speaks, quiet but steady. “What… is this?”

Kirishima stammers, “Uh… nothing! Just… uh… not yours. Definitely not yours.”

Kaminari shrugs nervously, leaning back. “Yeah… we were just… messing around.”

I step forward, glaring at both of them. “You’re idiots. Both of you. Get that out of here. Now.”

Kirishima throws a nervous glance at Deku. “Sorry, man! Didn’t mean to… uh… drag you into this.”

Deku doesn’t move the bag. He just stares at it, then at us. Calm. Quiet. But there’s something in his eyes , curiosity, judgment, awareness. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t freak out. He just… notices.

Kirishima freezes, hand hovering over the bag, panic flickering across his face.

“Uh… we—uh…” he stammers.

Kaminari glances at him, then back at Deku, shrugging awkwardly. “Yeah… I guess we should—”

But before either of them can move, the bell rings. Both of them jump.

“Crap! We’re late!” Kirishima exclaims, grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder — but in the chaos, he forgets the little shiny bag.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Kaminari yells, shoving past Kirishima and out the door, leaving the dropped bag sitting square in front of Deku.

I step forward, arms crossed, watching both of them go. My jaw tightens. Unbelievable. Typical. Stupid. Careless.

Deku doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just looks down at the bag, calm, quiet. His green eyes flick back up at me, and for a moment, I can tell he’s weighing something.

I mutter under my breath, “You better not touch that.”

And he doesn’t. He just sits there, quiet, soft, but fully aware of everything that just happened.

I take a step forward, jaw tight, and snatch the bag off the floor before Deku can even react. My fingers clamp around it like I’m squeezing the stupidity out of it.

I mutter under my breath, “You two are completely useless.”

Then I toss the bag into my desk drawer with a sharp slam, just to make sure it’s out of reach. My eyes flick back to Deku.

“You stay out of trouble,” I growl. “And don’t think about doing anything stupid, either.”

…

Lunch is loud, chaotic, the usual mix of chatter and clanging trays. I’m sitting at my table, eyes scanning the room, when I spot Kirishima and Kaminari laughing over something dumb. That bag… the one they dropped in front of Deku earlier? Yeah, still floating in my brain.

I grab it from my backpack without hesitation and storm over to their table. Kirishima looks up, grinning like he owns the world, and Kaminari’s mid-laugh.

Before either of them can react, I throw the bag straight at Kirishima’s chest. “Here. Don’t leave your crap lying around in other people’s way,” I snap.

Kirishima flinches, arms flailing as the bag hits him, and Kaminari bursts out laughing, but it’s the nervous, “oh no” kind of laugh.

“Oi! Bakugo, chill! It’s just—” Kirishima starts, but I cut him off with a glare sharp enough to freeze anyone mid-sentence.

“Just nothing. Keep your garbage to yourself. Or next time, it’s not coming back,” I growl, turning on my heel.

Deku, sitting at his usual spot, notices it all. I can feel his green eyes on me as I walk back, calm but observing, soft but aware. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t smile. Just… watches. And I know he’s noticing everything, including how I handle idiots like Kirishima and Kaminari.

I plop back down at my table, muttering under my breath, “Party idiots. They never learn.”

Pink hair darts across the lunchroom before anyone can react. Mina skids to a stop right next to Deku, her grin wide.

“Deku! There you are! Why so quiet today?”

Deku looks up, calm, hands folded. “I’m fine,” he says softly.

I sit back, watching. The chaos he attracts even when he doesn’t move. Typical.

Kirishima and Kaminari freeze mid-laugh, caught between nervousness and amusement.

Mina leans closer to Deku, bouncing slightly in her seat. “C’mon, tell me something! Anything!”

Deku doesn’t answer, just blinks at her. And for once, the room feels like it’s waiting, not for noise, but for him to make the first move.

Mina leans closer, bouncing, still grinning. “C’mon, tell me something! Anything! You’ve been so quiet, I—”

“That’s enough!” Deku’s voice snaps, sharp and sudden. The words cut through the lunchroom chatter. His green eyes are blazing now, the calm replaced with fire. “I said I’m fine! Stop bothering me!”

Mina freezes mid-smile, eyes wide. “Whoa… Deku?”

Kirishima and Kaminari exchange nervous glances, fumbling with their trays. Even I lean forward slightly, brow furrowed, surprised at the raw edge in his voice.

Deku’s chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m tired of everyone acting like I’m invisible or… or some freak you can poke fun at! Just leave me alone, okay?”

Mina blinks, stunned, while Kirishima scratches the back of his head. “Uh… sorry, man…”

Kaminari gulps. “Yeah… we didn’t mean—”

I lean back, crossing my arms. Huh. Finally. About time someone snapped at these idiots. Not that I’d ever say it out loud.

Mina’s smile falters, but she doesn’t back off. “Deku, I was just—”

Before she can finish, Deku slams his tray down on the table with a sharp clatter, standing up so fast that the bench screeches across the floor. His hands shake, but there’s a raw force behind him.

“Stop! Stop touching me!” His voice cracks with anger. He grabs her arm to push her back, hard enough to make her stumble.

Mina yelps, falling onto the floor slightly, startled, her pink hair splaying out. “Deku—!”

Kirishima jumps to his feet, eyes wide. “Whoa! Dude! Calm down!”

Kaminari freezes mid-bite, staring, wide-eyed. “Uh… maybe that was… too much?”

I don’t move. I just watch, arms crossed, jaw tight. This is the green-haired kid I’ve been seeing all day, quiet, calm… and now, terrifying when pushed. He’s not soft. He’s not fragile. And if anyone touches him again, I’d bet they wouldn’t like the result.

Deku takes a sharp breath, chest heaving, and his green eyes flash at everyone around him. “I said leave me the hell alone!”

Even Mina, usually all energy, is frozen, hands brushing the floor as she scrambles to sit up. The room feels heavier, charged, and for the first time, everyone realizes this kid is not to be messed with.

Hope u guys enjoyed the first chap. :)

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hi honeys, welcome to my blog !!

If you couldn’t tell already, this account will be for the most part bakudeku bahaha and I will be posting fanfics on here and various other things along those lines..

Just something to give me a space to show my love for my two favorite characters in the bnha universe.

I am open to making new friends, just be 16+ is all I ask! If anybody wants writing advice or how to start a fanfiction just let me know (:

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PANIC ATTACK

(1900 + words)

Comfort/angst

Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking the fabric beneath him. He had just returned from a difficult mission, one that left his spirit shattered.

Though he tried to be strong, the pain was too much to bear. In the solitude of his room, Izuku finally allowed himself to break down. His shoulders shook with each wracking cry.

The image of his injured comrades flashed through his mind, their blood staining his memory. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could forget it all. But the visions persisted. Izuku curled into himself, overwhelmed by grief and regret.

He had given his all, yet it wasn't enough. Lives had been lost, dreams destroyed. And he was powerless to change it. The weight of his failure crushed down on him, more suffocating than any darkness.

Katsuki quietly opened the door to Izuku's dorm room, his heart sinking as he heard the muffled sobs coming from within. He knew Izuku had just returned from a particularly harrowing mission, one that had clearly taken a heavy emotional toll on him.

Katsuki hated this - hated seeing the one he loved in such distress. He wished he could take away all of Izuku's pain. But he knew all he could do was be there for him now.

As Katsuki stepped inside, he saw Izuku curled up on his bed, shoulders shaking with each sob. The sight made Katsuki's chest ache.

Katsuki gently pulled Izuku close, wrapping his arms around him as he wept. "Shh, it's okay," Katsuki murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Izuku's head. "I'm here. Just let it out."

Izuku's body shook with sobs. "I'm... sorry," he choked out.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Katsuki said, running his fingers through Izuku's hair in a soothing motion. "I've got you now. Everything will be alright."

Izuku clutched Katsuki tightly, tears staining Katsuki's shirt. Katsuki continued holding him, occasionally kissing his hair and rubbing his back, whispering words of comfort until Izuku's cries quieted into soft hiccups.

Izuku slowly turned to face Katsuki, his eyes swollen and cheeks still wet with tears. The darkness of the room did little to hide his anguish. Katsuki reached out, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to each spot where a tear had fallen.

Seeing Izuku so broken tore at Katsuki's heart. The mission must have been horrific to shatter someone as strong as Izuku.

Izuku stared at the ground, unable to meet Katsuki's eyes. "I can't stop seeing it," he said quietly. "The way their bodies were just...strewn everywhere. Broken. Lifeless." He paused, taking a shaky breath as the horrific images flashed through his mind again. "There was so much blood. So much destruction. I've never seen anything like it."

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "How could someone do that? Just take lives without remorse like they meant nothing? Those people had families, friends. They didn't deserve this." His voice cracked. "I can't get it out of my head. Their faces, their wounds. The screams."

He trailed off, overcome with emotion. The sadness and trauma of what he had witnessed weighed heavily on him. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just...I don't know how to process this." Izuku wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to hold himself together. The horrors he had seen would haunt him, heartbreaking in their senselessness.

Katsuki gently pulled a teary-eyed Izuku into his arms, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Izuku buried his face in Katsuki's chest, his body shaking with quiet sobs. Katsuki held him close, running a comforting hand through Izuku's hair as he wept, his tears dampening Katsuki's shirt.

"It's okay," Katsuki murmured. "Just let it out."

Izuku clung to him, overwhelmed by grief and heartache. Katsuki continued holding him, providing a safe refuge for Izuku's sorrow. He knew words could not take away the pain right now - the best he could do was be there.

Katsuki placed a gentle kiss on Izuku's head. "I've got you," he whispered. "You're not alone."

Izuku nodded slightly, taking comfort in Katsuki's words. He stayed cradled in Katsuki's arms.

With puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, Izuku finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. His body went limp in Katsuki's arms, exhausted from hours of uncontrollable sobbing. Katsuki held him close, ignoring the growing ache in his own body. Seeing Izuku like this - so broken and vulnerable - tore at his heart. He had tried his best to comfort him, murmuring reassurances and stroking his hair. But some pains run too deep to be so easily soothed.

Now in sleep, Izuku's face was still troubled. His brows knitted together and his lips turned down in a slight frown. Even in slumber he could find no peace. Katsuki sighed, brushing a few stray curls off of Izuku's forehead. He wished he could take all this sadness away. But he knew Izuku needed to feel it, as horrible as it was.

...

With a violent jerk, Izuku tore himself from Katsuki's embrace, his breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Tears streamed down his cheeks as images from the nightmare flashed before his eyes - villains closing in, Katsuki lying lifeless and bloody. A choked sob escaped Izuku's throat as he scrambled back against the headboard, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Katsuki said softly, sitting up and reaching a tentative hand toward Izuku. But Izuku flinched away, lost in the terror of his dream.

Katsuki's heart ached at the sight - his brave, determined Izuku reduced to a trembling, crying mess. He longed to wrap his arms around him, to wipe away those tears and whisper comforting words until the panic subsided. But he knew from experience that touch would only make it worse right now.

So instead, Katsuki spoke gently, keeping his distance. "You're safe, Izuku. I'm right here. Just focus on my voice and breathe. It was only a dream. You're okay."

Katsuki gently wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him close as the last tremors of panic slowly left his body. Izuku leaned into Katsuki's embrace, the solid warmth and steady rise and fall of his chest grounding him.

"Just breathe, I've got you," Katsuki murmured. He took slow, exaggerated breaths, hoping Izuku would match his rhythm.

Izuku focused on the feeling of Katsuki's chest expanding with inhales, relaxing with exhales. He tried to sync his own shaky breathing, fingers twisted in Katsuki's shirt.

Gradually the tightness in his chest eased. The vice around his lungs loosened. His pounding heart slowed to a more normal pace.

Katsuki continued holding him, patient and protective, until Izuku's breath evened out. Until the anxiety completely passed. He pressed a kiss to Izuku's hair, whispering words of comfort and reassurance.

Izuku clung to him, soaking up the support he offered. The panic was subsiding, but he wasn't ready to leave the sanctuary of Katsuki's arms just yet.

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PANIC ATTACK

(1900 + words)

Comfort/angst

Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking the fabric beneath him. He had just returned from a difficult mission, one that left his spirit shattered.

Though he tried to be strong, the pain was too much to bear. In the solitude of his room, Izuku finally allowed himself to break down. His shoulders shook with each wracking cry.

The image of his injured comrades flashed through his mind, their blood staining his memory. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could forget it all. But the visions persisted. Izuku curled into himself, overwhelmed by grief and regret.

He had given his all, yet it wasn't enough. Lives had been lost, dreams destroyed. And he was powerless to change it. The weight of his failure crushed down on him, more suffocating than any darkness.

Katsuki quietly opened the door to Izuku's dorm room, his heart sinking as he heard the muffled sobs coming from within. He knew Izuku had just returned from a particularly harrowing mission, one that had clearly taken a heavy emotional toll on him.

Katsuki hated this - hated seeing the one he loved in such distress. He wished he could take away all of Izuku's pain. But he knew all he could do was be there for him now.

As Katsuki stepped inside, he saw Izuku curled up on his bed, shoulders shaking with each sob. The sight made Katsuki's chest ache.

Katsuki gently pulled Izuku close, wrapping his arms around him as he wept. "Shh, it's okay," Katsuki murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Izuku's head. "I'm here. Just let it out."

Izuku's body shook with sobs. "I'm... sorry," he choked out.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Katsuki said, running his fingers through Izuku's hair in a soothing motion. "I've got you now. Everything will be alright."

Izuku clutched Katsuki tightly, tears staining Katsuki's shirt. Katsuki continued holding him, occasionally kissing his hair and rubbing his back, whispering words of comfort until Izuku's cries quieted into soft hiccups.

Izuku slowly turned to face Katsuki, his eyes swollen and cheeks still wet with tears. The darkness of the room did little to hide his anguish. Katsuki reached out, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to each spot where a tear had fallen.

Seeing Izuku so broken tore at Katsuki's heart. The mission must have been horrific to shatter someone as strong as Izuku.

Izuku stared at the ground, unable to meet Katsuki's eyes. "I can't stop seeing it," he said quietly. "The way their bodies were just...strewn everywhere. Broken. Lifeless." He paused, taking a shaky breath as the horrific images flashed through his mind again. "There was so much blood. So much destruction. I've never seen anything like it."

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "How could someone do that? Just take lives without remorse like they meant nothing? Those people had families, friends. They didn't deserve this." His voice cracked. "I can't get it out of my head. Their faces, their wounds. The screams."

He trailed off, overcome with emotion. The sadness and trauma of what he had witnessed weighed heavily on him. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just...I don't know how to process this." Izuku wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to hold himself together. The horrors he had seen would haunt him, heartbreaking in their senselessness.

Katsuki gently pulled a teary-eyed Izuku into his arms, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Izuku buried his face in Katsuki's chest, his body shaking with quiet sobs. Katsuki held him close, running a comforting hand through Izuku's hair as he wept, his tears dampening Katsuki's shirt.

"It's okay," Katsuki murmured. "Just let it out."

Izuku clung to him, overwhelmed by grief and heartache. Katsuki continued holding him, providing a safe refuge for Izuku's sorrow. He knew words could not take away the pain right now - the best he could do was be there.

Katsuki placed a gentle kiss on Izuku's head. "I've got you," he whispered. "You're not alone."

Izuku nodded slightly, taking comfort in Katsuki's words. He stayed cradled in Katsuki's arms.

With puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, Izuku finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. His body went limp in Katsuki's arms, exhausted from hours of uncontrollable sobbing. Katsuki held him close, ignoring the growing ache in his own body. Seeing Izuku like this - so broken and vulnerable - tore at his heart. He had tried his best to comfort him, murmuring reassurances and stroking his hair. But some pains run too deep to be so easily soothed.

Now in sleep, Izuku's face was still troubled. His brows knitted together and his lips turned down in a slight frown. Even in slumber he could find no peace. Katsuki sighed, brushing a few stray curls off of Izuku's forehead. He wished he could take all this sadness away. But he knew Izuku needed to feel it, as horrible as it was.

...

With a violent jerk, Izuku tore himself from Katsuki's embrace, his breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Tears streamed down his cheeks as images from the nightmare flashed before his eyes - villains closing in, Katsuki lying lifeless and bloody. A choked sob escaped Izuku's throat as he scrambled back against the headboard, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Katsuki said softly, sitting up and reaching a tentative hand toward Izuku. But Izuku flinched away, lost in the terror of his dream.

Katsuki's heart ached at the sight - his brave, determined Izuku reduced to a trembling, crying mess. He longed to wrap his arms around him, to wipe away those tears and whisper comforting words until the panic subsided. But he knew from experience that touch would only make it worse right now.

So instead, Katsuki spoke gently, keeping his distance. "You're safe, Izuku. I'm right here. Just focus on my voice and breathe. It was only a dream. You're okay."

Katsuki gently wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him close as the last tremors of panic slowly left his body. Izuku leaned into Katsuki's embrace, the solid warmth and steady rise and fall of his chest grounding him.

"Just breathe, I've got you," Katsuki murmured. He took slow, exaggerated breaths, hoping Izuku would match his rhythm.

Izuku focused on the feeling of Katsuki's chest expanding with inhales, relaxing with exhales. He tried to sync his own shaky breathing, fingers twisted in Katsuki's shirt.

Gradually the tightness in his chest eased. The vice around his lungs loosened. His pounding heart slowed to a more normal pace.

Katsuki continued holding him, patient and protective, until Izuku's breath evened out. Until the anxiety completely passed. He pressed a kiss to Izuku's hair, whispering words of comfort and reassurance.

Izuku clung to him, soaking up the support he offered. The panic was subsiding, but he wasn't ready to leave the sanctuary of Katsuki's arms just yet.

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rodydeku request!

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using the lasso tool to make them kiss

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Love this art style ^.^

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Wanted to write a romance book but realized I need to write the boring part first.

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Fluff Prompts To Spice Up Your Romance Story ;)

"I made you breakfast in bed."

"You're my favorite person in the whole world."

"Can we stay like this forever?"

"I love the way you laugh."

"I bought you flowers just because."

"You make everything better."

"Hold my hand, it'll be okay."

"You look adorable when you're sleepy."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Waking up next to you is my favorite thing."

"You're the reason I believe in love."

"I wrote you a song."

"Let's dance under the stars."

"You're my happy place."

"I love how you always know what I need."

"You make me want to be a better person."

"I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"You make everyday feel like a holiday."

"I got you something special."

"You light up my life."

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life is so much better when you have a work of fiction to obsess over

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