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i didn't want to fall (i stepped right in) by Kaleid369

(T, 3158, 1/1)

“You’re hot.”

“Wh—”

“And cute. Cute when you’re worried.” Shouto tilts his head and tries to look up at him, but gives up when a wave of dizziness rushes over him. He blinks. “I think I’m concussed.”

In which they're both idiots, but Shouto is the biggest idiot of them all.

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[kaleid369]

she’s-a-layin’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22964368

SUMMARY:

A bundle of orange and white puffy fur sits on Todoroki’s chest.

A cat. There is a cat on Todoroki’s chest.

“Why the fuck?”

In which Bakugou and Todoroki acquire a cat.

PAIRING: TDBK/BKTD WORD COUNT: 1633 words WARNINGS: NONE

[kaleid369]

zeroes: our heroes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22855879

SUMMARY: 

While Natsuki admires Ground Zero and Subzero, she doesn't understand why she's been seeing them everywhere. 

A fan and aspiring hero gives an outsider's POV on Ground Zero and Subzero's relationship.

PAIRING: TDBK/BKTD WORD COUNT: 3110 words WARNINGS: NONE

[kaleid369]

take a break (please)

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Summary: Despite how strict Haibara is with Agasa-hakase, she’s terrible at taking care of herself. The Shounen Tantei-dan help her out.

Rating: Gen, Friendship

NOTE: Happy Holidays, @kurohawt! I’m your @dcmksecretsanta :P. Sorry for the delay; I didn’t have access to my computer to format this on tumblr or ao3. If you squint, there might be some ConanAi? Sorry, I tried my best >.>. It’s my first time writing Haibara’s POV, but I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoy! 

“-chan! Ai-chan!”

Haibara blinks and raises her head, only to meet Ayumi’s wide-eyed stare.

“Are you okay?” she blurts out. “You look tired!”

Haibara quirks an eyebrow at her. “I’m a night person. I don’t get much sleep.”

“I know. You told me before!”

“I did.”

Ayumi pouts at her. “What do you even do all night?”

“Coffee,” she deadpans, and Ayumi lets out a loud, Eh?!

Haibara sighs as the teacher tells them to settle down and take their seats. Her head drops back onto the desk, and she prepares herself for another mind-numbing day of grade school.

Haibara walks ahead of the Shounen Tantei-dan on the way home, mostly because the children seem to be dragging Kudou-kun into something and she wants to be able to laugh at him later in the aftermath. They are, needless to say, not subtle at all.

She glances back at them. Kudou-kun looks constipated, she observes, and Ayumi has a finger up to her lips in a hush motion. All four of them turn their heads to squint at her.

She faces forward again, shaking her head.

Not subtle at all.

Haibara squints at the time on her computer screen. The digits are blurry as she yawns, but eventually, her vision focuses.

00:24.

She winces at the sight of the plate on her desk. She’d forgotten to eat dinner. With a sigh, she pushes out of her seat and tiptoes upstairs with the dish to wrap it up. It’s quiet except for the faint buzzing of the refrigerator and Agasa-hakase’s snores. 

Hakase can have it for lunch tomorrow, she decides, putting the plate in the fridge, and heads back down to the lab. She’ll just make a bento for school in the morning. 

For now, she’ll look over her notes one last time before going to bed.

It starts like this: 

Snacks start to appear on her desk when she isn’t looking. During lunch hour, Kojima-kun and Tsuburaya-kun alternate between giving her juice boxes and water bottles. She accepts them without complaint; she knows how stubborn they can be, and the look on their faces tells her that they won’t take the drinks back. Still, it confuses her when Ayumi constantly checks to see if Haibara’s finished her lunch and nods to herself when she sees that she has. Agasa-hakase has been guilt-tripping her into eating dinner with him—well, attempting to guilt-trip her. She indulges him and his claims of loneliness, and the way he beams at her is enough for her to not question it. 

The one who had been acting strangest out of them all is Kudou-kun . For a week, he kept glancing at her and squinting, or went into his usual thinking pose after staring at her for an uncomfortably long time. His gaze was sharp, the way it usually is when he’s solving a case. 

Haibara has no idea why, but she suspects it had something to do with what the children roped him into before then.

She also suspects that he’s the reason why Subaru-san visited randomly with several dishes of tofu, fried rice, chicken, and others on different days, and why strawberries keep appearing unannounced on the kitchen counter. 

What Haibara doesn’t appreciate, is supposedly losing the key to her makeshift lab and then finding it in the refrigerator when she goes to store her leftovers from dinner. It happens three times in a week. Agasa-hakase’s stuttered excuses break in the face of her unimpressed glare.

It’s at Agasa-hakase’s house when she approaches Kudou-kun while the children are off looking at the professor’s newest invention.

“Edogawa-kun,” Haibara calls drily, “do you want to explain why you’ve coerced the professor into stealing my things?”

Ever the terrible liar, he twitches. “What do you mean?”

“If you ever became a criminal, you’d be caught in the first five minutes,” she tells him, and he makes an offended noise. “Explain. Now.” 

He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko said you looked tired so they decided to try and help. We asked the professor and he mentioned how you sometimes miss meals to go into the lab—”

“And you know why I’m in the lab, yes?” Haibara interrupts. “To create an antidote. The more I work on it, the faster you’ll be able to—”

“Not at the cost of your own health,” Kudou-kun shoots back. “You’ve been eating more, and it shows. You don’t look as exhausted the days you’re locked out of the lab. It’s been helping.”

“In case you’ve forgotten,” she says sharply, “I am an adult. I can take care of myself.”

He snorts. “Well, you’re not very good at it, are you?” 

“Why can’t you just stop butting into—”

“Isn’t this what They did to you?” he snaps. “Kept you in the lab and forced you to work for Them? This is different, Haibara. You can take breaks. You don’t need to slave away in the lab and—”

“Um, Ai-chan? Conan-kun?” Ayumi’s meek voice cuts through the tension, and the two turn to see her peering at them from behind the door. “Is something wrong?”

“We’re fine,” Haibara replies, curt, just as Kudou-kun says, “Nothing.”

“What’s wrong?” Kojima-kun asks, boisterous and without tact. 

Tsuburaya-kun peeks out from behind the two. “Conan-kun? Haibara-san?” 

“Haibara just found out about our plan,” Conan tells them sheepishly. “It’s fine—”

“But you were arguing!” Ayumi blurts out, sounding horrified, and turns to Haibara. “Ai-chan, don’t be mad at Conan-kun! We just wanted to help!”

Kojima-kun nods in agreement as Tsuburaya-kun says, “Your eyes were dark like my kaa-san’s!”

“Like a panda!” Kojima-kun adds.

“Or a raccoon!”

“We were just worried!” Ayumi bursts. “Please don’t be mad…”

“We’re sorry for bothering you…” Tsuburaya-kun mumbles. 

Kojima-kun scowls. “But we don’t regret it!”

Haibara is...actually kind of stunned. She hadn’t realized they were this perceptive. Or—maybe she knew, and just didn’t think they’d notice. She glances at Kudou-kun, who’s standing behind the three silently, and winces. 

Ah.

“I’m...not mad,” Haibara says, awkward and unsure. The three look at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. For making you worry.” 

“You’re our friend!” Ayumi beams at her. “We have to take care of you!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Haibara makes eye contact with Kudou-kun. He just smiles at her, understanding and good-natured without a hint of anger.

Somehow, she thinks he gets the message.

Thank you.

[kaleid369]

my god, i’m so lonely

for the @recoveryzine contest.

to me, recovery is learning how to love myself, to say, “there is a point,” when i just want to give up. my depression makes it hard, and it’s difficult to build myself back up from that damage. but recovery is to keep getting up, to make progress, and to acknowledge yourself for doing better even when it feels like you aren’t. i promise, you are.

note: title is from mitski’s nobody

Tōru is four years old when her Quirk first manifests. It happens slowly, gradually, and she doesn’t notice until it’s too late.

It starts with her hands.

She’s at preschool playing blocks with the other kids when Kasumi asks her for a triangle block to top off their tower. She gives it to her without a glance, too busy setting up a bridge to connect their miniature cities. The clatter of blocks jolts her out of her concentration, her hand jerks a block out of place, and she turns to Kasumi with the question of what’s wrong? on her lips.

“It’s fine,” Tōru says when she sees the wide-eyed, open-mouthed look on her friend’s face. “We can just do it again!”

Kasumi doesn’t respond. Strangely enough, she gets to her feet and stumbles to where the teacher is talking to two kids playing Connect Four.

“Sensei, T-Tōru’s hand disappeared!” Kasumi wails, pointing a pudgy finger in her direction.

My hand? She brings both hands up to eye level. She blinks. There’s only one. Just like that, the whole class is staring at her.

The teacher simply walks over and crouches in front of her. “Tōru-chan, would you mind if I take a look?” she requests calmly.

A slow nod, and then she places her missing hand in her teacher’s palm. The teacher asks if she feels pain, how it feels, and each answer is met with a contemplative hum in return. Finally, she smiles at her.

“Congratulations, Tōru-chan. You’ve discovered your Quirk.”

Immediately, her classmates burst into awed ooos and woahs. Some even scramble to babble in her face about how this is awesome! and isn’t this cool?

Tōru just wants to play blocks with Kasumi.

Kasumi stays away from the cluster of children, back against the wall on the opposite side of the room. She doesn’t move.

Tōru doesn’t get to rebuild their tower, and Kasumi doesn’t come back to help.

Her left hand vanishes during lunch time and she drops her chopsticks on the floor.

By the time her parents arrive to pick her up, Tōru’s feet have disappeared, too.

The doctor says she has an invisibility Quirk. He asks her how she felt when it activated, and to channel it to turn herself visible again. Problem is, Tōru doesn’t know. She hadn’t noticed until Kasumi knocked over the tower, not until she saw for herself. She hadn’t felt anything.

The doctor frowns, tells her to keep trying, and books them an appointment for next week.

She wakes up to her parents cries, sees them run in and out of her bedroom, and wonders, What’s wrong?

“Kaa-san? Tou-san?” she yawns, shifting beneath her blankets and slipping out of bed. “What’re you doing?”

When she doesn’t receive a response, she tugs on her dad’s pant leg. “Tou-san?”

Her mother kneels in front of her, eyes glistening with tears. Her body trembles. “Oh, Tōru…” she murmurs, voice cracking with something she can’t name.

(Looking back, she thinks it might’ve been heartbreak.)

Tōru is four years old when she first sees her parents cry, and it’s all her fault.

Preschool doesn’t really change. She still attends everyday and her parents still drop her off with a kiss on the top of her head.

The thing is, she’s invisible now. All people see is her attire attached to nothing, moving just like a puppet on strings. Sometimes, the teachers lose track of her and flounder for a bit before locating the floating clothing. The children think her Quirk is absolutely amazing.

You can do anything you want and no one will know! some of the troublemakers grin.

Others are just curious, asking things like Can you see yourself? or Can people go through you?

Tōru just wants to play blocks with Kasumi, but Kasumi won’t talk to her, and all anyone wants to do is talk about her Quirk—

She plays alone.

She is six years old the first time her parents abandon her. They leave her in a supermarket in a vegetable aisle and she remembers because there’s carrots and broccoli and cabbage and all she can smell is earthy, wet soil. She flinches away from shopping carts and strangers and baskets that swerve up and down the aisles.

She wanders and wanders until she eventually bumps into someone behind a counter.

“Hey, kid, are you—”

Tōru bursts into tears.

(Later, her parents pepper her in hugs and kisses and apologies. They promise with teary eyes and quivering voices that they’ll never, ever leave her like that again.

Tōru believes them.)

(It happens again, and again, and again—

She doesn’t go to the store with them anymore.)

Tōru is seven years old when she meets her baby sister for the first time. The bundle of pink is wrinkly and red. She’s frowning in her sleep and she’s so, so small.

Her first thought is, She’s so ugly.

“Tōru,” her mother calls, exhausted but smiling, “would you like to hold her?”

She looks up at her mom in surprise. “I—really?”

“Of course. Here, just support her head like this…”

It takes a few minutes to get settled, but soon she’s sitting on a chair with a baby in her arms. A baby. What if she drops her?

“Kaa-chan…” She bites her lip and glances down at the bundle in her arms. “I think—”

The baby stares right back at her, unfocused and sleepy, and she’s looking at Tōru. She knows she’s invisible, no one can see her—not even herself—but her little sister smiles the sweetest smile she’s ever seen, and Tōru promises—

“Hello, Aki,” her—their—mother whispers, soft and gentle.

—I’ll be the best big sister ever.

This, she believes, is love.

As an infant, all Aki does is lie in her crib. She cries when she’s hungry or tired or needs a diaper change. She blinks at the ceiling and walls like she’s trying to figure out where she is. She smiles in her sleep, smiles at her parents, and smiles at Tōru like she just knows she’s there.

Tōru absolutely adores Aki.

She coos at her sister, gushes when Aki grabs hold of her outstretched finger, and—

She loves her.

“I’ll protect you,” Tōru vows with as much determination as a seven-year-old can muster. “I’ll protect you no matter what. I promise.”

In her sleep, Aki smiles and squeezes her finger.

Tōru melts, just a bit.

When Tōru is ten years old, Aki comes home from her first day of preschool with a paper tightly clutched in her hands.

“Nee-chan, look, look!” Aki shouts, waving the paper in her direction.

Tōru grins. “Oo, what’s that?”

“Just look!”

On the sheet of paper is a haphazardly colored sky and sun at the top along with some clouds. There’s a house with flowers growing on the front lawn, and in front of it are four people smiling and holding hands.

“Who’re they?”

“That one’s Tou-san and this one’s Kaa-chan!” Aki jabs her finger at the two tall smiling blobs. “I’m this one—” She points at the shortest one in pigtails and a pink dress. “—and that’s you!”

Under her finger is a girl with long black hair and brown dots for eyes; her clothes are a baby blue with some lavender mixed in; and a big smile takes up most of her face. Actually, it looks like it’s based off one of the few pictures they have on a shelf of Tōru. It’s smudged and the crayons color outside the lines and it’s not art or anything grand, but Tōru…

She hugs Aki tightly. “I love it,” she says, sincere and a little choked up. “Thank you.”

Aki beams. “I knew you would! I worked really, really hard, Nee-chan! I had to ask the teacher for more crayons ‘cause no one would share and—”

To Tōru, this is a masterpiece.

“I bet Kaa-chan and Tou-san will love it, too,” Tōru tells her. “C’mon, let’s stick it on the fridge so everyone can see.”

“Okay!”

Tōru’s with Aki when she finally discovers her Quirk. Her skin seems to twinkle in the sunlight, and when she hops around in excitement, the light sparkles around them.

Aki reminds her of a bright, bright star.

Tōru wouldn’t be surprised if she actually was one. It’d suit her, she thinks.

Her dad tosses up Aki in the air and catches her with ease. She squeals and waves, and with a fond smile, Tōru joins her family.

The hardest part about entering a new school, Tōru thinks, is making new friends. Everyone already seems to know each other, or maybe they just clicked really fast. No one approaches Tōru, and neither does she. It continues on like this for days and then weeks; soon, weeks become months and suddenly it’s summer vacation.

Her classmates make plans with each other. She overhears some mention the beach; others mention arcades or cafés.

No one invites Tōru to anything.

She stays at home and goes out with her family and plays with her sister. She browses the internet and watches new shows. Despite spending time with her family and how much she loves them all, Tōru can’t help but wish she were doing something else.

Tōru is thirteen years old in a place she’s never known without friends or a guide, or even a helping hand.

It’s been nine years, and Tōru knows loneliness as intimately as she knows the stars on her sister’s face.

There’s a quiet girl in her class. She has red ribbons in her hair and she’s always bundled up in a puffy white jacket. Her glasses are big and circular, she sits at the front of the class, and she always has a book with her. During lunch, she sits alone at her desk with a book in hand.

It takes a minute or two for Tōru to walk up to her during their lunch hour.

“Um…” She breathes in. “Can I sit with you?”

Her classmate blinks up at her. “... Sure?”

“Thanks.” She pulls up a chair. “I’m Hagakure Tōru!”

“Ah, nice to meet you. My name is Mizushima Haruka.”

“I’ve been wondering,” she begins after a pause, “what’s your Quirk?”

With a wry smile, she holds out her hand. As she leans in, Tōru sees little snowflakes hovering over her hand.

“Woah,” she breathes. “That’s awesome.”

“Thanks.” She eyes Tōru for a second. “Let me guess, your Quirk is invisibility?”

That startles a laugh out of Tōru. “Go it in one!” she cheers, winking and giving a thumbs up.

“... Hey, call me Tōru?”

“As long as you call me Haruka, Tōru-chan.”

“Okay, Haru-chan!”

(“Hey, Aki,” Tōru whispers, watching lights scatter and dance across the ceiling. Aki’s soft snores fill their shared bedroom. She burrows further into the blankets.

“I think I made a friend.”)

Tōru is fifteen years old, she’s baking for the first time, and she has exactly one friend. Aki watches them, fascinated but banned from the kitchen because Tōru refuses to let her near the stove.

Just as the last batch is put in the oven and the timer is set, Aki scrambles to the counter and gets on her tiptoes.

“Can we play now?” she whines.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Tōru says playfully, “but maybe Haru-chan has other thoughts?”

Like a switch, the pout on Aki’s face flips into a puppy-eyed expression. Haru’s mouth twitches as she tries not to smile, and Tōru knows she’s a lost cause.

“I don’t mind.”

Aki beams at her and does a little fist pump. “Nee-chan! Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna play with the ball!”

“Put on your shoes, Aki, and I’ll get the ball as fast as I can.”

“Hurry!”

An exaggerated sigh leaves her. “As you wish, Your Majesty,” she says, bowing with a flourish, and heads to the living room for the soccer ball.

“Do you know how to tie your shoes, Aki-chan?” Haru asks from the other room.

“Yep! Nee-chan taught me when I was…uh…” A short pause. “Five!”

“Wow, you must be really smart.”

“I am! Nee-chan says so!”

“I’m back!” Tōru announces. “I’ve retrieved the soccer ball, milady.”

Aki giggles. “Thank you!”

“‘Tis my duty. No need for thanks.”

“Let’s go!”

Soon, they’re kicking the soccer ball to each other on the sidewalk. Haru makes sure to pass it gently to Aki while Tōru pretends to trip over the ball and slip onto the ground.

“You’re so silly, Nee-chan!” Aki laughs.

She huffs as she gets up and brushes herself off. “You’re just too good, Aki,” she wails dramatically. “Your power—it’s too strong!” She passes the ball back to her sister in an exaggerated, clumsy motion. The ball rolls past her and over the curb.

“I’ll get it!” Aki chirps, skipping over to the ball without a care.

Tōru scrambles towards her, panicked. “Aki, get away from there!”

She turns around with the ball in her hands. “Huh?”

The sound of a car honk pierces Tōru’s ears, and all she can think as she runs to her sister is, I’m too far away.

The car is barely a foot away when something white wraps around Aki and pulls her away from the road. Tōru looks around rapidly until her eyes land on a scruffy man in all black. Aki sits in his arms with a thick fabric around her.

“—do that again, okay, kid?”

“O-Okay…”

“Aki!” Tōru stops in front of them. She bows to the man. “Thank you so much!”

He looks vaguely uncomfortable. “... Make sure she doesn’t do that again, and watch her more carefully. It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“I know that,” she snaps, wiping her eyes. “Aki…”

The white scarf-looking thing unwinds from around her sister, and Aki immediately lunges for Tōru.

“N-Nee-chan!” she hiccups. “I’m sorry! I’ll never do that again!”

“Are you okay?” Tōru asks softly, cradling Aki against her chest.

A sob escapes from her. “I-I was so s-scared!”

Tōru just holds her and tries not to cry too.

Later, after the Scarf Man—as Aki dubs him—leaves and the chocolate chip cookies are put out to cool, Haru hugs her.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

“... No,” Tōru admits. “If he wasn’t there…”

It’s silent for a moment. She doesn’t need to finish the sentence.

“Haru-chan.” Her voice shakes. “I am never letting that happen again.”

“I know you won’t.”

She pulls away from their embrace, fists clenched at her sides.

“I’ll become a hero,” Tōru vows, “and I’ll be able to protect my family myself.”

Haru stares at her for a long moment. “I believe you.” Her mouth quirks into a smile. “If it’s you, I believe.”

Tōru’s heart soars.

(“What high schools are you thinking about?”

Tōru turns to Haru, eyes narrowed and mouth tight in determination.

“U.A.”)

[kaleid369]

in my headspace

SUMMARY:

Eventually, Shouto spots him. His eyes light up, raking up and down his suit, and he gestures for him to hurry up and come closer.

“You’re slow,” Shouto murmurs once he’s close enough. 

“You came unnecessarily early,” Katsuki grumbles back, lightly bumping his shoulder against Shouto’s. 

Shouto hums quietly. He takes Katsuki’s hand in his, intertwines their fingers, and shrugs. “Mom wanted to come early to show her sister around,” he explains. “She also wants to say hi to you.”

Katsuki twitches at that. “Are you walking me to my death?”

“What?”

“Last time I saw your mom, we weren’t dating,” he says in a lower voice. “She’s gonna give me the shovel talk, isn’t she?” 

Shouto gives him an amused look. “She’s not going to kill you.”

“Remember that when you find my dead body.”

He just huffs a laugh. “You’re being overdramatic. Come on,” he says, tugging Katsuki away from the wall, and he meets no resistance. 

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NOTES: this was written for @bnha-halloween-bb‘s 2018 halloween big bang. obviously i am posting this late--almost a year late--due to personal reasons, mostly mental health. thankfully, my partner @hellplim has been very understanding about it. the relief encouraged me to post the fic instead of letting it fade into the back of my mind. so, here it is! click on the ao3 link above to read it!! and, remember, read the ao3 tags!

[kaleid369]

Is toru based off yourself?

i know who you are, anon, LOL, but i guess that was the point.

tōru in my god, i’m so lonely isn’t completely based off myself? certain aspects are, like: the loneliness, bc i dealt with that and i still deal with that; having mostly superficial friends in elementary school bc everyone thought i was weird; struggling to approach anyone bc it made me anxious, and what if it turned out no one actually wanted to be friends with me? plus, the anxiety; but that was mostly all that was based off myself.

tōru must have been lonely growing up invisible, right? she must have struggled with making friends and interacting with her family. no one could see her, and that takes its toll. imagine being literally invisible? the loneliness would be even worse, i’d think. i just wanted to write how it might’ve felt for her.

[kaleid369]

how to register for a library card (and get a boyfriend in the process)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18982870

Summary:

“Friends have each other’s numbers, yeah?” Bakugou shrugs. “I don’t hate you, I guess.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” Bakugou snorts. “I gotta go. Text me so I have your number.”

“I will.”

He’s already started walking away when Shouto blurts out, “See you tomorrow?”

Bakugou shoots him a smirk over his shoulder, as if to say, Duh.

Shouto stands and stares at his retreating back, and the thought of kissing him pounds along with the beat of his heart.

Pairing: TodoBaku/BakuTodo

Words: 6507

Warnings: None