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fic: you have bewitched me, body and soul

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Side Pairing(s): Inko Midoriya/Yagi Toshinori, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochaco, Kyoka Jiro/Momo Yaoyorozu, Shota Aizawa/Hizashi Yamada Rating: Teen Chapter Count: 1/? Word Count: 10,047/????? Setting: Modern/High School AU; Theatre Kid Izuku & Jock Katsuki Warnings: Dead Hisashi Midoriya, grief/mourning, slightly out of character Izuku Midoriya, lots of angst before we reach the fluff! A/N: this was written for @au-roulette for the prompt 'Theatre'! Please check out the AO3 collection to look at all of the amazing works that have been created for this event! <3 Summary:

"-and I love- I love- I love you, and wish from this day forth-" "Stop." Izuku's interruption is met with the clicking of a tongue, the rolling of red eyes. "The hell is it now?" Freckled fingers are quick to interlock and squeeze each other tight. "I don't believe you," Izuku admits. A blond brow rises. "It sounds good- great, even, but…" green eyes fall, losing themselves in the heather-grey of Katsuki's tee. "It doesn't sound like you mean it-" "What if I did?" Izuku, distracted when that same tee inches closer, blinks. "Did what?" "Mean it," Katsuki says, voice husky and far too close. "What if I did?" When he looks up, a coal-glow smoulder singes the evergreen of his eyes. "Then you need to make me believe it."

Or: Izuku, content with being the Theatre department's 'script guy', finds himself upgraded to the role of 'teacher' when a prank-turned-audition adds a new student to their roster.

Unfortunately, the student in question is not only the most popular guy in school but Izuku's best friend from childhood. Even worse? They haven't spoken since grief made them strangers.

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fic: nothing more, nothing less

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Rating: Teen Chapter Count: 1/1 Word Count: 10,054 Spoilers: Chapter 430: 'My Hero Academia' (431: 'More' doesn't exist in this timeline) Warnings: Near death experience, angst-heavy throughout (but has a happy ending!), canon typical violence, Bakugo Katsuki is bad at feelings. Note: this was written initially for day 3 of 'Twin Stars Spring Festival', however I unfortunately missed the deadline (': please check out the AO3 collection and the tag #TSSF across social media to see all the amazing works created for the event! Summary:

And yet when their eyes meet Izuku may as well be a deer in the headlights, jade-green reflecting what colours cling to sky above with ease: a cluster of orange, explosions that crack across a storm-riddled sky and regress villainy to infancy; a spectral of colours, threads that send Izuku into a shadowed realm to connect him to lives that changed him, for better and worse. In the seconds that follow that mouth of his is quick to close, and in the blink of an eye Izuku looks… determined. Resolute. His confession is not about the school, Katsuki realises when Izuku swallows. It's not about their friends, either, Katsuki understands when he watches those lips part again. It's about him.

Or: 5 times Katsuki wilfully ignored Izuku's confessions, and the moment he could do nothing but face them head on.

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fic: (i'll always be) chasing after you

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Pairing(s): Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya; Izuku Midoriya & Ochaco Uraraka Rating: Teen Chapter Count: 1/1 Word Count: 18,622 Spoilers: Chapter 342/Ultra Age Analysis Extra Warnings: Angst, Unrequited Love (or is it? ;) ), Pre-Relationship, everyone here is bad at feelings tbh A/N: this is the sequel to my one-shot 'for the rest of our lives'! I highly recommend reading it first before jumping into this one ^^ Summary:

"Izuku?" The relief that fills him is euphoric, but peeking around the door and witnessing Ochaco standing in the eye of a paper-laundry storm with a single eyebrow raised dwindles it quickly to uncertainty. "You wanna tell me what this is?" Ochaco asks, her innocence betrayed by the curiosity that laces her words and a smile so crooked it's near-wicked. His mouth parts in confusion until a flurry of white and purple draws his attention, looking just beside her head to see - A to-go cup, one that would be relatively innocuous if not for the story it tells: a unique lavender wrap cut off by a cream lid, droplets of the same shade dripping from the lip to create waves that 'ripple' at the bottom; a row of mauve boxes curved right along the edge and marked to show that it once held a triple-shot Americano with extra, extra caramel syrup… And the logo for 'Lavender Lattes', barely legible thanks to the name 'DYNAMIGHT 🖤' scrawled across it. Oh no.

Or: On an evening that started just like any other, Izuku is reminded that what he really wants has been in front of him his entire life - even if it might be too little, too late.

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