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211. We’re a team, remember?

If he had the option, Midoriya would prefer to patrol alone.

And, everyone seems to be baffled about it.

“Can you blame us? You don’t look like the lone wolf type, you know.” Shinsou had mentioned before, back in the locker rooms.

Blinking, Midoriya tilted his head over to him, a few lockers away. “I didn’t know lone wolves had a look.”

“They don’t. But, if they did, they wouldn’t look like you.” Shinsou sighed, bringing a towel up to his neck. He dabbed gingerly at the sweat. “Though, I guess with your power, you wouldn’t need another person to weigh you down.”

“It’s not about power. I just don’t want to drag anyone into immense danger.” Midoriya admitted, slipping his arms out of his hero costume.

Immediately, he felt a sharp jolt of pain cease his arms. He winced, looking down at the stitches around his shoulders, now tightened, fresh, and sensitive.

The wound, as well as the others littering his body, are reminders of that danger he worries for others. Each fight is with a different villain, varying in strength and quirk. But, they all have the same intentions when battling Midoriya.

Enemies want him dead. Simple as that.

Sometimes, even everyday people wish him dead.

And, it’s the type of danger he wouldn’t want anyone to face.

Shinsou shrugged, having tossed his wraps in his locker. “You say that, but all heroes are bound to be in danger, at some point. Aren’t they?”

“That’s not—“

Midoriya halts, immobilized. At first, he worries the new frozen sensation is an enemy quirk activating, from their recent shift on the clock. He instantly cursed himself for not being attentive.

But, a split second later, he realized from the tooth eating grin from Shinsou, that it was actually his doing.

He had been in the middle of unbuckling his utility belt. So much for that.

“Life and death. It’s the real game we’re all playing out in the city.” Shinsou stated, buttoning up his civilian clothes. “And, you swear you are its only player, Midoriya.”

The spell finally broke. Finally able to regain his movements, Midoriya gasped a deep, willful breath. “I-I just don’t want anyone to worry about me.”

“Worrying is a part of teamwork.” Shinsou insisted, shaking his head, “If we didn’t worry, then everyone would be reckless, without a care in the world. People wouldn’t care, and then, there would be no sense of compassion, anywhere.”

Pulling off his stirrups, Midoriya weakly laughed, unable to say anything else.

Yeah, that seems to be something he does too often, than not. Reckless. Spontaneous. Relying on gut feeling.

But, Midoriya cares, he does. Just, maybe not the way the rest of the world does.

So willing to give himself, grow tired and weak. When others just want him to rest.

Midoriya left shortly after that. He felt a little guilty, leaving Shinsou earlier than usual. He hoped his friend knew that he appreciated his advice, as well as his honest truth.

However, he had lost the will to continue the rather self-exposing conversation. Besides, the exhaustion always settles into his bones, the moment he stops moving and starts thinking.

Alas, he has a long way back home; clock out of the agency building, take the elevator, walk to the train station, street stop, and up the elevator to his apartment.

Which leads him to now; standing outside his apartment complex, shivering under nothing, but a hoodie and sweats.

His teeth chatter, behind his face mask, as he tries to jiggle the keys inside. The winter night breeze burning his nose cold.

A click resounds his brain, and relief washes over him. The moment he steps inside, the guard he feels, tight in his shoulders, drops finally. Closing the door gently from behind, Midoriya lets out a long needed sigh.

Home. He’s back home.

Quietly, Midoriya offers a pardon of intrusion, as he shuffles his shoes off at the front. He sets down his work duffle bag on the floor, mentally promising to wash his hero costume and the undergarments, early in the morning.

He wishes he could at least put them in the washer. But, the weight of his eyelids feel so heavy; he stumbles into his bedroom simply on instinct, rather than sight.

Slowly, Midoriya pushes the cracked door open. With quiet footsteps, he walks to the bed, towards one open space, ready for his arrival.

The other space was filled, obvious by the big lump of covers right beside it.

Lifting the bedsheets, Midoriya simply worms himself inside. He makes sure to leave a gap between him and the occupied space, as to not alert his presence. He even makes sure to keep his chilled toes curled, towards himself.

It was futile. The body shifts, and suddenly, a tired, glaring pair of red eyes look at him. “..Took you long enough.”

Midoriya’s heart tightens, feeling bad. “Ah, it was supposed to be a double shift, but then, they needed me for an extra team up. Everything changed at the last minute.”

Twelve hours, out roaming the city. And, then, a whole team mission added on top of all of that. More or less, two days out in the city. Draining didn’t even cover the amount of tired he felt.

“Tch. ‘Course you did..” Under the covers, a warm pair of arms outreach towards Midoriya. They wrap around his waist. “Had me fucking waiting.”

Midoriya smiles, bringing his own body closer to the warmth of limbs. Cold and hot legs entangled together. Arms at each other’s waist. Foreheads touching.

“I didn’t mean to make you wait, Kacchan. Sorry.” He whispers, closing his eyes.

He hears Bakugou click his tongue, before there’s a hard pinch at his cheek. Midoriya whines at the pain, but Bakugou pays no mind.

“Send a damn text, next time.” Bakugou hisses.

“Okay, okay! My face s’hurting, Kacchan.”

He doesn’t need to see Bakugou’s intense glare; he can feel it staring right at the space between his brows. However, instead there’s a soothing hand that runs through Midoriya’s curls. “Gross. You’re freezing as hell, and you didn’t even shower, either?”

Midoriya shakes his head. “I will do it later.” He sleepily says.

“And your clothes?”

“..Will do it later.”

Bakugou growls, and Midoriya mentally prepares for the onslaught of curses and complaints at his lazy attitude.

But, it never happens. Instead, Bakugou pulls himself closer to Midoriya, head nestled in the crook of his neck. “S’fine.” He huffs.

“I swear I will do it tomorrow morning.” Midoriya offers weakly.

“Don’t bother.” Bakugou breath tickles around Midoriya’s ears. “Sleep in. I’ll do it.”

“No, please. I will—“

“Did I fucking stutter?” Bakugou mutters, and there’s a small pull at his ear. “I said don’t bother. And, I mean it.”

“Then, I will make breakfast.”

“No.”

“..How about lunch?”

“I said no.”

“Kacchan, please—“

“Fucking hell, go to sleep!” Bakugou yells into his ear, tightening his grip around Midoriya. “Just— I got all of tomorrow. Sleep.”

Midoriya shrugs against the embrace, heart feeling heavy. “I can do it all, too.”

“M’not saying you can’t. I know you can.” Bakugou whispers, running his fingers through his curls again, “But, you keep forgetting that you don’t have do shit alone all the damn time.”

“I just prefer—“

“To do it all on your own. Yeah. I fucking know.” Bakugou sighs, “But, we’re—“

There’s a moment of hesitation, obvious on Bakugou’s end. However, after a deep breath out, Bakugou wills himself to speak. “..We’re a team, remember?”

Midoriya’s face reddens instantly. A team. That’s another way to put it.

Dating. They’re dating. Almost a year now.

And, Bakugou even remotely mentioning it never fails to make Midoriya feel the fanny flutters all over again.

“Y-Yeah.” Midoriya barely voices, wobbly smiling, “We are.”

“Then, let me do shit.” Bakugou mutters, his face feeling hot against Midoriya’s neck, “Let me be there for you.”

“You don’t have to..” Midoriya insists feebly.

“I ain’t doing it out of force. Even if it’s just for one day, I want to help you.”

Sighing, Midoriya brings his hand to Bakugou’s chin, lifting up his head. Their gazes meet. “You mean that?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “God, how much more do I got to fucking spell it out to you? Yes.”

Letting a soft snort, Midoriya inches his face close. “It’s like you love me, or something.” He teases.

“Shut it.” However, there’s a slight upturn in the corners of Bakugou’s lips. “You’re the fucking worst.”

Midoriya smiles back. “Thank you for putting up with me, Kacchan.”

“You put up with my shit, just as much.” Bakugou mumbles.

“Yeah, but I have problems.”

“Don’t we all.”

Midoriya laughs feebly, shaking his head. He closes his eyes, losing the strength to keep them open any longer. “Thank you for worrying about me..” He plants a small kiss onto Bakugou’s lips, before settling his head onto his shoulders.

“Hah? Who said anything about ‘worry’? I ain’t fucking worried.” Bakugou growls, “Never have been. Never will be.”

But, Midoriya knows better. Especially with how close Bakugou holds him, and the way he continues to rub a comforting hand onto his back, making sure to avoid his stitched shoulder.

Warming him up. Lulling him to sleep. Allowing him to let go of all his stresses.

Midoriya smiles himself to sleep.

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

Chapters: 1/? Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, 3 year time skip, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Or Sidekicks, depending on who it is, Polyamory, Slow Burn, I mean it, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Pining Todoroki Shouto, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Spoilers up til Chapter 306, an excuse to let these boys fumble around their feelings and suffer, aka the "let's go get our man back" fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, todobakudeku - Freeform, Character Study, kinda sorta, canon divergence after chapter 306

“He can’t do this on his own,” Katsuki accused, snarling.

“He shouldn’t… but he’s decided he will.”

Fuck that, Katsuki thought. Deku had chased after him their whole goddamn lives. It’s about time he returned the fucking favor.

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It's been three years, and no one has able to locate Izuku, (not for lack of trying). When Shouto and Katsuki finally get a hit, they find that he’s been hiding in the bustling city of New York. No one can stop them from dragging Izuku back, if they can help it. But there may be more danger in the mix than the two of them realize... especially since Izuku doesn’t seem to recognize them.

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

Chapters: 5/? Words: 23+ Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is Observant, Midoriya Izuku Is Oblivious, Trust me when I say it's both, Izuku you literally filled a notebook with info on Katsuki and you still can't see he's flirting?, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Found Family, Everyone is kind to each other they've all been through SO MUCH just let them be soft, give these kids a break, Izuku takes notes on Katsuki and how he interacts with his friends, And falls in love with him along the way, as if he wasn't already, so it's more like he realizes after a decade of pining, speaking of, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Unreliable Narrator, no really, Izuku has NO idea, Fluff, This is going to be sweet sweet fluff and you can't stop me, Maybe a little Hurt/Comfort later as a treat, Character Study, kinda sorta?, no beta we die like men, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot Summary:

Observational notes in which the subject, (hereby known as Kacchan), is studied, (see Campos #14 Section B/Campos #15 Section D for add'l research). Upon consideration, notes prior to #14 on the subject may be biased/nonfactual. No knowledge is recorded on one-on-one interpersonal interactions. Observationalist Izuku Midoriya (hereby known as M.) has experienced the subject’s behavioral changes and continues to take steps needed to ensure survival and optimum positive interaction with Kacchan, but over time, many steps have proven unnecessary to maintain. A correlation is noted between emotional growth and behavioral changes, and therefore this hypothesis dictates further study. Izuku couldn’t deny that the once explosive bully had softened, in some aspects. Not that he would ever dare say that aloud. Kacchan was still the abrasive jerk that he had always been, still so confident and sure of himself, but… there was an underlying care for the people around him that he couldn’t quite hide, when you knew where to look. And, he didn’t want to brag or anything, but Izuku was kind of a Kacchan expert. Or, How to Fall in Love through Observation (while not realizing he loves you back).

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

Chapters Seven: Yaoyorozu Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Minor/BG Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is Observant, Midoriya Izuku Is Oblivious, Trust me when I say it's both, Izuku you literally filled a notebook with info on Katsuki and you still can't see he's flirting?, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Found Family, Everyone is kind to each other they've all been through SO MUCH just let them be soft, give these kids a break, Izuku takes notes on Katsuki and how he interacts with his friends, And falls in love with him along the way, as if he wasn't already, so it's more like he realizes after a decade of pining, speaking of, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Unreliable Narrator, no really, Izuku has NO idea, Fluff, This is going to be sweet sweet fluff and you can't stop me, Maybe a little Hurt/Comfort later as a treat, Character Study

playlists, platters, and pining

[dekusneakers]

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Chapter Six: Jirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku is Observant, Midoriya Izuku Is Oblivious, Trust me when I say it's both, Izuku you literally filled a notebook with info on Katsuki and you still can't see he's flirting?, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Found Family, Everyone is kind to each other they've all been through SO MUCH just let them be soft, give these kids a break, Izuku takes notes on Katsuki and how he interacts with his friends, And falls in love with him along the way, as if he wasn't already, so it's more like he realizes after a decade of pining, speaking of, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Unreliable Narrator, no really, Izuku has NO idea, Fluff, This is going to be sweet sweet fluff and you can't stop me, Maybe a little Hurt/Comfort later as a treat, Character Study

Bad grades, breakfast sandwiches, and breakdowns.

[dekusneakers]

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

Chapters: 2/? Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, 3 year time skip, Polyamory, Slow Burn, I mean it, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Pining Todoroki Shouto, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Spoilers up til Chapter 306, an excuse to let these boys fumble around their feelings and suffer, aka the "let's go get our man back" fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, kinda sorta, canon divergence after chapter 306

Chapter Summary:

When Shouto could shake himself out of his thoughts, he trained his gaze on the man in front of him.

“I’m fine,” he said finally, adopting an inscrutable tone, trying to inject some conviction into the statement.