#bkdk ficlet

[red-sneakers]

Every night, Izuku has nightmares about almost losing Katsuki in the war. He can’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s affecting his training.

One night, after a particularly awful nightmare, he can’t take it anymore. He takes his pillow and blanket, goes to Katsuki’s room, and knocks on the door.

Katsuki opens it to find Izuku with puffy eyes and streaks of tears still running down his cheeks and neck. Izuku goes on a blubbering, stuttering mutter-rant, asking Katsuki if he “could sleep in Kacchan’s room, but I’ll sleep on the other side of the room on the floor, so you won’t even know I’m there, really, I’ll be quiet, I just need to hear Kacchan’s breathing so I know —“ Katsuki cuts him off by yanking him into a tight hug.

Wordless, because Katsuki knows what Izuku *really* needs to hear, he invites Izuku into his bed and gets him to use his chest as a pillow - so Izuku can hear his heartbeat. The nightmares stop.

The next evening, Izuku thinks he’ll try and be brave. He won’t bother Katsuki in the middle of the night, even though it was wonderful spending the night in Kacchan’s arms.

After getting ready for bed in the communal bathroom, Izuku starts heading for his own room, but Katsuki grabs him by the wrist, leads him to *his* room, and yanks him into bed with him. It’s WAY earlier than Izuku usually goes to sleep, but he doesn’t care; he’s too elated (and relieved) to be in Kacchan’s arms again.

When Katsuki’s breathing starts to slow, something comes over Izuku, and he can’t help but press a soft kiss on his warm cheek. Katsuki mumbles a half-asleep “night, ‘zuku.”

This becomes an every night situation. Every night, Izuku sleeps in Katsuki’s bed, and every night he kisses Katsuki’s cheek before they both drift off. Nothing much else about their relationship changes, except that Izuku is MUCH better rested. Brighter eyes, pinker cheeks, more energy. His friends notice.

One night, when Izuku is going for his nightly cheek kiss, Katsuki turns his head at just the right moment, and their lips meet. Izuku doesn’t know if it’s an accident or not. He pulls away quickly and hides his face in Katsuki’s shoulder, heart racing, frozen with uncertainty until Katsuki mumbles his usual, “night, ‘zuku.” Izuku still doesn’t know if the kiss was an accident or not, but at least Katsuki’s not mad about it.

The next night, Katsuki turns his face again. It’s not an accident. The kiss isn’t lingering. It’s barely more than a peck, but it makes the butterflies in Izuku’s stomach go crazy all the same. He snuggles a little closer that night. He lets himself trace the contour of Katsuki’s collarbone over his soft t-shirt, and Katsuki runs his fingers through Izuku’s curls.

So this is their life for a while. They act relatively normal throughout the day, if you can call their usual dynamic “normal,” that is. A little more than rivals. A little more than friends. Sitting at different lunch tables. Always next to each other in class. Throwing one-liners back and forth all day, but rarely having lengthy conversations. Sharing a kiss and a bed every night.

Okay I gotta stop or I’m gonna write a whole fic lmao

[andydona-chan]

No, but here, let me explain:

Izuku and Katsuki became roommates right after graduation. Since Izuku had just confirmed he was quirkless again, he straightaway looked for colleges to study and made it. While Katsuki, already working at a hero agency, had started his patrolling schedules. So life became complicated like that.

Izuku would go to class and study until late hours. Sometimes, he would see Kacchan, and the blonde would tell him about the villains and aspects of the job while they had dinner. It was surprising how much Kacchan shared, almost as if he wanted Izuku to feel part of each experience.

However, as time went by, and Izuku graduated and started looking for a job, he noticed Kacchan taking over time hours. At first, he didn't really think much about it, then their days off wouldn't match, and they won't see each other for weeks.

Izuku knows they're still sharing an apartment cause he can see Katsuki's activity in the place. Clothes in different places, laundry baskets, either full or recently cleared, freshly washed plates, food prepared in the stove in what looked like a rush or neatly prepared dinner plates in the fridge with a note for him. Of course, he did his part of the work, and even though it felt like he lived with some sort of workaholic ghost, everything was fine.

He often found some other things, like bandages and medicines that he didn't knew his best friend was taking, clothes with blood stains and a few times, hospital papers that attested his childhood friend had been out of commission for something or other. He was sure to leave a note expressing his concern and will to help if needed.

There were times when Katsuki had been asked to take vacations, so Izuku would either find him there and chat or come home to a note that he would be out for a few days. He never asked more. Their lives were good, his job at UA was great, so he couldn't really complain.

Sometimes, when they coincided and had time to spend together, Izuku would tell him about his students and their quirks. Kacchan would sit there listening and making small comments or questions, but some other he would look at Izuku with a furrowed brow.

This made him nervous, was Kacchan upset with him about something, was he tired of his stories, was he probably thinking of changing their living situation?

Izuku wouldn't blame him. He had become a loner. His only company was his students and fellow teachers, so he could understand the lack of interest since his best friend probably had better and most interesting things to share.

Friend gatherings were rare but precious, Izuku wished they would happen more often, but that was life. He had some friends from college, but they were as busy as him and didn't share his interest on heros. He had not had a romantic partner either in all that time but had heard most of his friends from UA had.

He often worried, though, about their bad experiences and if his roommate would ever introduce someone to him, but Kacchan's work pace had not changed in years, he could remember him saying he was going to be rich when they were younger, but up to this point he considered his friend was not living up to those expectations. They had graduated several years ago, if Katsuki wanted to move on his own or buy a car or something, surely with his savings and over time hours he would have been able to do that by now.

So when All Might came to visit him from a trip to the US and gave him a suitcase with a support gear armor, he couldn't believe it. Much less that all his friends, but especially Kacchan, had done this for him.

He went to the dressing room and changed, feeling excited about using it and unable to stop the waterfall of tears coming from his eyes. He tried to calm down and breathed in before activating the suit.

When it did, he noticed how most of the armor was built in a way that fitted him perfectly and how it incorporated part of the moves he had developed with OFA. Then he heard a click...

There was some noise, and suddenly...

"Team, please, welcome back our hero, Deku! The nerd is now able to help us in the field..."

Kacchan's voice said over a small microphone built near his collarbone on the suit.

Many voices he could recognize were heard with a cheer and salutation. The Kacchan said he was going to find him at UA, and he must be ready by then. Once that was confirmed, Hawks gave instructions and deployed Deku and Dynamight to help. It was Izuku's best day in a while!

At night, when he finally landed on his doorstep with Kacchan behind him, he was unable to keep it in anymore and broke down crying. He asked Kacchan about the suit, about the costs, about everything that led to this day.

"Well, if we were going to do this for the rest of our lives, you had to be able to keep up nerd!" Was all Katsuki said before they entered their apartment.

Izuku still wanted to know why he had gone to such lengths. Wasn't he supposed to reach No.1? Wasn't he supposed to become popular, marry some lucky person, and be victorious and happy ever after?

"And who do you think I want to do all that with? I need you there every step of the way Izuku. Or do you think i would have spent all this time doing this for anyone else?"

Things got a bit awkward after that, what with Izuku being oblivious to Kacchan's perspective of the future... a future with him, and not only as hero partners.

Izuku still gave lectures to his students and also some villains from time to time, but mostly alongside his lifetime hero partner, his best friend, and everything else: Kacchan.

[olive-h13]

Baku X Deku Ficlet

⚠️MHA War/Ending spoilers⚠️

The common room was eerily quiet. The only sound was from the TV playing the sounds of a video game. Everyone was in bed except for Izuku and Bakugo, having quits on game night as it was now the early hours of the morning. But the house arrest boys know that they don't sleep much anymore since the war.

The game was requiring them to save a village from a monster before they could move on. Bakugo's health was dangerously low, from being a such reckless fighter. Bakugo's character stepped in front of Izuku's to take the brunt of an attack so Izuku could land a hit on the monster.

"Don't go dying again, Kacchan" Izuku chuckled. Controller loosely in his hand as the light from the screen lit up his face. Bakugo couldn't look away even if he wanted.

"I'd die again if it was for you Izuku." Bakugo breathed out.

Izuku's character stopped moving on the screen. "You mean for Japan…" Izuku's voice died off as he turned to look the blonde in the face.

"No" Bakugo stated.

His eyes fixed on Izuku's glowing face. Bakugo's face portraying an emotion Izuku could not interpret.

I just learned what a Ficlet is and I keep playing this in my head so here you go.

[bkdk-and-extras]

...AU where bkdk become roommates, strangers to Daily Inconveniences to "youre not so bad... but dont you fucking Ever eat my katsudon again" and finally friends. but make izuku a theater kid/dramatic nerdy soul and katsuki a jock/punk/band kid or whatever.

Eventually they get comfy enough with each other for izuku to tease him ✨️ waxing poetic Shakespeare ✨️ style over one of katsuki's woes while izuku himself spins in his dorky desk chair. Just as izuku makes the third spin to catch another a blurry glance, Katsuki slams his palms down on the chair arms, barks out an affectionate "fuck you" and flicks his forehead. It doesnt deter the little shit in the slightest

This becomes a bit between them and eventually katsuki gets in on it too. Its contagious, sue him... but somehow those eyes are far too fond and words a little too sincere as they play out a tragic love story to make their friends giggle, and well. If he kisses the nerd's hand, its all apart of the act, right?

[on-a-crescendo]

Little Firecracker

A Bakugou Katsuki-centred MHA fanfic ficlet based on @creativepromptsforwriting 's "Prompt #1: Write about a family wedding where you are the only single - besides a ten-year-old."

@creativepromptfills - would love a reblog 😁

[I am On_A_Crescendo on Ao3 as well!]

"Oh come on Katsuki, it won't be as bad as you think." Mitsuki had wrangled her son into a suit and was now lassoing a tie around him. All of his energy was going into resisting the process.

"Everyone always asks me where my date is at these things! I'm tired of being interrogated!"

"Your cousin will be disappointed if you don't show up to her wedding; you two used to be inseparable when you were little! The only thing that got in the way of that was when they moved to America." The tie situation had not gotten any better. "I give up! Masaru!"

Katsuki's father entered the room as a frustrated Mitsuki exited. He sighed. "Please Katsuki, it's only a day. We can get the wedding over with and maybe you'll enjoy the reception. The venue isn't far from here either."

Katsuki allowed Masaru to complete the process of tying his tie. "Fine. If anyone asks where my date is though, so help me...I also don't understand why there's dancing? Am I seriously going to be expected to dance?!"

"The groom is American, it's what they do there. And no - you don't have to dance if you don't want to. Might make for a boring night though."

Katsuki scoffed as he followed his father out to the car.

---

"Katsuki!" His cousin, adorned in her wedding gown, crushed him in a massive hug. "You look so good, all grown up and handsome! Who would've ever thought given how much of a miserable gremlin you are!" She laughed as she punched his shoulder. "So, no lucky date here with you? What a shame!"

Katsuki fumed. "No, I didn't bring anyone..." he said through clenched teeth.

"Their loss! Have fun dancing; I expect to see you out there on the floor soon!" She floated off to socialize with other family and friends.

Katsuki walked over to a table and kicked a chair out so that he could sit down. A small, blonde girl approached him.

"What's your problem?" she asked.

"Huh?" Katsuki glared at her. He had no idea who she was, but he figured she belonged to some relative he hardly knew.

"Why are you so angry?" she inquired.

"Can you just...leave me alone alright? I don't need some kid asking me questions just like the adults do."

"Are you angry because you don't have a dancing partner?"

"No!"

She shrugged. "Then why are you pissed off?"

"Should you really be using words like that? How old are you, seven?"

She stomped down on his foot and he let out a pained yelp. "NO! I'm ten! And you're one to talk, I've heard about you from father, Katsuki. You're not exactly an angel yourself!"

The girl had pointed toward her father and Katsuki realized it was one of his cousins whom he had not seen since he was very young.

"Dance with me," she said adamantly. "I don't have a date either, but I want to dance with someone!"

"What? Absolutely not!"

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at Katsuki's uninjured foot as if to say 'and I'll do it again if you don't do as I say!'

Katsuki groaned as he stood up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him so eagerly to the dancefloor that he almost fell over. As they danced to various uptempo songs, Katsuki actually found himself having more and more fun bit by bit. They chatted as they danced, and the more he learned about Akane the more she reminded him of himself.

They sat at a table after a long session of dancing, and Akane informed Katsuki that she was thirsty and that he should get them some sort of a drink. Katsuki stopped scrolling on his phone and set it down as he rose to do as he had been told. The consequences of doing otherwise would only be painful.

After he returned, they finished their sodas quickly as Akane coaxed Katsuki onto the dancefloor for another round of dancing. A slow ballad came on and Akane hopped onto Katsuki's feet with absolutely no hesitation.

"There's a boy you like from school isn't there?" she asked bluntly.

Katsuki looked around in a panic, hoping that no one overheard. He shushed her as he scowled. "Why the hell do you say that?"

She smirked. "I went through your phone while you got our drinks! You should really put a lock on that thing before just leaving it wherever. Rookie move! You'd think that's something they would teach you at hero school! Anyway, I saw what you had been texting about with whoever 'Shitty Hair' is on your contact list. You have a crush on a boy named Deku! You even have Deku's number saved in your phone too!" She giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "I feel like a secret agent!"

Katsuki was quiet for a moment. He finally decided how he wanted to reply. "So what if I like him? It doesn't matter, there's no way he likes me back. I've been a complete shithead to him."

"You're a shithead to everyone!" Akane replied, almost in hysterics from laughing so hard. "Well, I'm really happy that I'm right about how much you like him!"

Katsuki looked down at her in confusion as she hopped off of his feet and seemed to be looking behind him.

"May I cut in?" The voice made Katsuki's eyes go wide. He turned around slowly to find Izuku in a suit, hand outstretched and smiling.

"Oh thank God, please do - I'm sick of him, Deku! I'm really happy that you got that text I sent telling you to come! You made it here in time to rescue me!" Akane tossed her arms above her head melodramatically as she ran over to hug Auntie Mitsuki who was looking on in bewilderment. Mitsuki slapped Masaru's shoulder with the back of her hand to get his attention and pointed over toward the boys. They both smiled, pleased that their son ended up having a great evening after all.

"Akane is quite the firecracker, huh?" Izuku asked as he and Katsuki continued to slow dance. "She reminds me of a certain someone."

"I can't believe you actually came...Izuku."

"Of course I did - all you ever had to do was ask."

The next song was uptempo, and Izuku ran over to grab Akane's hand. He brought her out onto the dancefloor.

"Look, I ended up with a date after all!" she shouted at Katsuki and stuck out her tongue.

"Oh no, you don't!" Katsuki laughed as he grabbed one of Izuku's hands and one of Akane's. The three of them spun and danced until Akane was told she had to leave.

"I love you Katsuki!" She hugged him so tightly around the middle that he could hardly breathe. "Please don't wait to see me again until you and Izu get married, okay?!"

She skipped off leaving Katsuki blushing. "I love you too Akane," he said to himself quietly. Izuku grabbed his hand as the two of them waved goodbye to her.

Another ballad came on.

"Can I have this dance then? I'll ask you myself this time." Katsuki squeezed Izuku's hand.

Izuku grinned. "Always."

[andydona-chan]

Katsuki knocked on the door, feeling nervous and trying not to give into the urge to just turn around and go back to... No, it was fien, he was fine, everything was, then, happiness would bloom in his chest, and a genuine smile would keep him grounded. He could do this.

His father opened the door, surprised at first but then smiled widely at him and stepped aside.

"Katsuki, it's been so long, what a nice surprise"

"Hey Dad, is the Hag here?" He said smiling as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Yes, I was about to call her down for a break in a minute. Is everything okay, son?"

"Uhm... yes, everything is fine, just... You know how you told me that I could come talk with you when I had... feelings for some girl...?"

"Oh... is that it?" His father asked, and Katsuki gave a slight nod, ignoring his gaze. "Let me call your mother, why don't you get us some tea started?" Katsuki noted again, looking straight to the floor with his lips pursed in an attempt to hide his blush and expression.

Massaru took only a couple of minutes to come back with his mother while he was looking at the fire on the stove with a soft smile on his face.

His mother went up and sat up next to him, and Katsuki smiled up at her, for once, neither was screaming at the other. However, Katsuki only took a deep breath and prepared to speak once his father sat up on the other side of the table.

"I never thought I would be having this conversation with you. At all. Ever!" He said with his usual tone only to smile and run a hand down his face. "This wasn't something... it was so unexpected, I... It happened so fast I may never recover..." their parents shared a look expectantly.

Katsuki looked at them and then pulled a few recently printed photographs from his pocket. Unable to contain his smile he placed them on the table.

"Her hair is a mess..." Katsuki felt his voice break and his eyes water, his parents took the photographs in their hands and gasped. "She has these chubby cheeks that are so... and her eyes!"

"Such beautiful green eyes, Katsuki! No wonder you fell so hard already!" Said his mother slapping his shoulder. They spoke for a few more minutes, during which they drank a couple of cups of tea, Katsuki was being so direct and felt so happy, his parents had rarely seen him like that, by the end of the conversation the three of them had tears on their faces.

"She's beautiful, son. When can we meet her?" Asked his father, wiping his own tears away.

Katsuki laughed and wiped his eyes, patting the photographs on the table to signal they would remain there. "Visiting hours start in about an hour, so we can go now if you want. But I'm pretty sure they'll discharge them by the end of the day."

"Inko must be over the moon!"

"She was surprisingly alright. There was a moment when she and Izuku were crying so much I thought we would have a problem, but right before I left, she was taking care of everything already"

"Congratulations on becoming a father, son. Even if the conception was out of the ordinary, I'm so happy you're both happy."

"Life keeps giving me these f*king surprises, first Izuku, then this... I mean, I'm not complaining because it's bad, it's really good but..." Katsuki felt himself tear up again, and he looked at his mother. "How did I ever deserve this Mom?"

"You love winning, right Katsuki? This is a form of winning, too. We live in a world where everything is possible, but I think you, winning a family, more than triumph is a gift, you deserve happiness, son."

Massaru picked up their empty cups and then stood up. "I guess we need to anticipate the wedding plans, maybe use it for a naming ceremony too"

Katsuki groaned and buried his face in his hands again, but then laughed. Then the three of them stood up and made their way to Katsuki's car.

If anyone had told Katsuki that morning that during his and Izuku's patrol, the nerd was going to be hit with a pregnancy quirk that would create a baby from his current partner within the following 12 hours, he would have punched that person and laugh at the absurdity. But here he was, at the end of the day, suddenly in love with a little girl that was fruit if said quirk...

Life was ridiculous...

[red-sneakers]

Izuku and Katsuki can’t dance.

They especially can’t partner dance.

Izuku’s rhythm is terrible.

Katsuki steps on his partner’s feet.

They both especially suck at waltzing, except when they somehow wind up dancing together.

Izuku and Katsuki fit together like puzzle pieces. From all those years fighting both against each other and side-by-side, and from analyzing each other’s fight styles, each knows how the other’s body moves better than anyone else. Katsuki keeps Izuku’s rhythm in check, and Izuku lifts and lightens Katsuki’s steps. They predict each other’s movement so accurately it’s unclear even to them who is leading.

Onlookers can only stare in shock as the two worst dancers at UA become one and soar across the dance floor.

[red-sneakers]

Izuku has a problem. The cat he just adopted loves Katsuki. She likes Izuku well enough, but not like how she loves Katsuki. She’s completely attached — crying when he’s gone, rubbing all over him and purring when he’s there. Katsuki complains, but he clearly loves her back.

And Izuku’s never been more jealous, of both Katsuki and of his cat.

One day, Izuku’s cat is being particularly affectionate in the common room, and class 1A’s cooing about how cute Katsuki and the cat are, and Izuku is visibly huffy. Kaminari asks him what’s wrong, and Izuku says, “it’s just.. It’s not fair. He’s mine.”

Everyone stares at him. ‘Cause, you see, Izuku’s cat is female.