Dec 17, 2022
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Winning.
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We
Just
Keep…
Winning.
We miss you both.
Come back to us kacchan
Okay it happened.
I just had a breakdown. A legit, full, breakdown. The whole kit and caboodle. Can’t breathe, huge tears, hyper ventilating, also do you KNOW how painful it is to just start sobbing while your sick with covid????
I heard about Kacchan calling him “Izuku” when I was sick, and I have THIS HEKIN STUPID HORIKOSHI WHAT WERE YOU THINKING manga leak while I was sick too.
Also my mom comforted me and said that as an author, she knows that this is just a way to rile up fans before something big. Imma trust her.
So uhm…I wrote a fic for what happened to Bakugo after he collapsed on the battlefield. It has a few theories in it and it was mainly just a way for me to calm down and get some fluff.
So here you go.
‼️ Manga spoilers ‼️
Note: :0 means a curse word lol
“Kacchan?”
Katsuki felt a small tapping on his shoulder.
“Are you awake?”
Crimson eyes struggled to open, blinking in the sudden bright light that surrounded him.
“Oh good. I was getting worried.”
Bakugo looked around. They were sitting on a large mossy log above a running river. As he glanced to his left, he saw curly green hair perched on top of a chubby, freckled face.
“I-”
He cut him off, hugging him so tightly as if Izuku was the last thing that dwelled in Bakugo’s soul. In fact, maybe he was.
His voice came out raspy and pained. “Am I dead?”
“In a way. Your heart stopped.”
Izuku smiled so that his freckles scrunched up and made Kacchan’s heart flutter.
“But you can come back. I need you.”
The blonde’s eyes welled up with tears. “Is he-I mean you-are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay, why would you think I wasn’t?” His happy smile came across as morbid and sad.
Without another thought, Katsuki grabbed his hand.
They sat like that for long minutes, fingers interlaced, solemnity weighing the air around them.
“When you go-”
“What do you mean?” His brow furrows. “When I go?”
“Well…yeah. You have to go back.”
“I don’t see why! It’s perfect here. I have you.”
“Katsuki.”
Oh :0. This can’t be good, he thought.
“Right now you’re laying on the ground in the middle of a huge war.”
“So what? They can win without me.”
“And what about me?”
Bakugo threw his arms in the air. “What the :0 are you talking about, Izuku?!”
“I’m not real, and I desperately need your help.”
“Hold on a minute, I asked you if you were okay a while ago!”
“Oh I thought you meant me as in me in your head.”
Bakugo cursed under his breath. “I have to go then.”
“Yes. You do.”
“How?”
“You’ll figure it out. I trust you.”
His grip on Bakugo’s hand tightened.
“He’ll never know this ever happened. Right?”
“Right. Unless you tell him, but knowing you, you never will.”
Deku’s emerald hair bounced in the breeze. With a sudden burst of confidence, he blurted out the words,
“I love you.”
Even this Izuku who didn’t even exist, flushed bright red at the soft words of the boy next to him.
“Promise me something, Kacchan.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll tell him. After the war is over, after everything is done…tell him. Please.”
His head lowered. “He’ll take it well?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.”
The blood red sun set in front of them, framed by huge trees. This place, although magnificently beautiful, brought back painful memories.
“I’m so sorry for not taking your hand back when we were kids.”
“That was a long time ago, Kacchan. It’s okay.”
“Time doesn’t erase.”
“But it heals. Scars just show how much we’ve grown, and I think you’ve grown the most out of all of us.”
Katsuki opened his mouth to thank him, when the echoey sound of a voice calling to him reverberated around the false world.
“It’s time.”
“But I-”
“Tell me. Go back and tell me.”
The world dissolved into a blank reddish black right before his eyes. The voices got closer and closer, and his blood began to boil. Literally. Something was happening inside of him. Something new. Was this a quirk awakening? Was this what Izuku had told he’d figure out?
Bakugo didn’t have the answer. All he had was one phrase. One word. The word that had consumed his entire life.
Izuku
Thank you @skelle404 for being my beta ^^ I rlly appreciated it
Hey wassup cheese bags, Ik I haven’t posted in like…*checks calendar* thirty seven years, but uhhhhhhhh. Katsuki Bakugo rising the episode broke me. I sat and dry sobbed for like an hour. So! With that information I give you the promised of a new fic. My wip novel is crying in the background because I’m stumped currently, but I must write ✨bakudeku✨ for my own mental health and well being. It’s gonna be a river scene post war inspired by-
someone said katsuki and izuku need to have their 'proper talk' at the river ...
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So just keep checking in and I’ll scrape up enough mental stability to make it intelligible for you guys 🥲
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