Everyone trying to find out what’s up with the Bksqd when they’ve just been dating this whole time.
Maybe it’ll be a 5+1 thing? Only this time it’s 10+1 !!! Hmmm,,, That makes a decent size one shot or a good 11 chapters!!! Oh wait,,, I can write more with rotations of 3 and 4,,, Nah, that’s too much…yeah, it’s too much….well…no. Too much.
Anyway. Either way, it sounds exquisite.
Now. what will the situations be. (The situations everyone else is seeing and trying to figure out their relationship from)
KiriMina : they’re always curled up together. Very touchy feely with each other. Mina is always on his back, he rests his head between her horns, she falls asleep in his lap. They hook their feet together a lot, very touchy.
KiriBaku, see : everything. The way they spar, the way they’re always one, two steps away from each other. The way they’re always at each other’s house. They always seem so in-tuned with each other too.
KiriKami : playing with each other’s hands. they’ll play with each other’s fingers and rings, rub them pad of the other’s thumb, trace the lines of their palms, all absentmindedly too
BakuMina : slow dancing. they have a habit of holding onto each other and gently rocking when they’re standing for one place too long. bakugou will normally wrap his arms around mina’s waist and she folds her arm over his. it normally happens in the kitchen when Bakugou is cooking, even though he grumbles that she’ll cause the food too burn.
SeroBaku : skateboarding. rollerblading. they do it together. skate around with each other for hours, sometimes taking, sometimes not, they always set aside time to do it together. decorate each other’s skates/boards.
SeroKiri : exchanging clothes. sero lives in a specific red riot hoodie and the sweatpants that kirishima always wears are always rolled up at the ankles. the exchange shirts and skirts and tank tops and beanies. anything that can fit just to keep the other close.
SeroMina : make up. It always looks so intimate the way they hold each other’s face, legs on either side of each other and gently do each other’s make up. there do it for hours sometimes and are other times just for five minutes.
KamiKatsu : reading together. they exchange books and sit and talk about plot for hours. Sometimes kaminari will just open his arms and let katsuki press down on him like a heavy blanket while he reads aloud and rubs his shoulders.
SeroKami : hair scratches. head pats. little braids and clips and headbands that they’ll style each other’s hair with. sometimes the strike us similar, more often than not it’s not. the wash each other’s hair too.
KamiMina : cheek squishes. will just walk up to the other and squish cheeks. pat them too. if they do something particularly cute the other just. pat. squish. (Pffft, that’s reminding me of cell block tango- anyway)
The +1??? Seeing that these behaviors aren’t really limited to one person. They were dating all along *to the tune of ‘it’s been Agatha all along’ *
I have the idea that Bakugou is a huge Eraserhead fanboy. Has been for forever. He nearly broke down when he saw who was going to be teaching him homeroom but he was better than that. He waited until he reached home. Still, he didn’t let it distract him and managed to push it down and focus, even if it never really wore off. The only other person who knows of this is Deku, because if anyone knows anything about his childhood, it’s be Deku. And honestly? Bakugou planned to take that secret to his grave but,,,
Deaged Bakugou is a perfectly composed child. He listens to Aizawa’s explanation and instructions, meets his classmates with careful eyes and is all round talking the situation way calmer than a 5 year old should. It’s only when Aizawa leaves him with the rest of the class that Bakugou’s head snaps to Deku with deadly speed, eyes burning.
‘Nerd.’ Bakugou hisses, voice adorably high pitched. ‘How far along in the plan are we?’
Deku gives one slow blink
the quintessential Bakugou scowl slips on the child’s face and what was normally something intimidating (when he was serious) now had them clutching at their chest to contain their squeals.
‘Um…’ Deku hesitates, forever a mess in front of all versions of blond, ‘Kacchan, what plan are you talking about?’
Chubby cheeks drop and Bakugou’s eyes widen in disbelief. ‘What plan? WHAT PLAN? DEKU YOU HAVE TO BE SHITTING ME!’
Iida’s gasp is scandalized
‘Let’s calm down-’
‘Calm down?’ Bakugou screeced, his voice even more piercing. ‘Calm down??? From what I got we’ve known him for months, we should’ve been at step twelve by now, and you’re asking me WHAT PLAN, how can I CALM DOWN??’
At this point, several people are amused, several more are confused and Deku is in absolute distress and disarray because he has no idea what Kacchan is talking about. That is, until the little boy looks up, arms crossed, face solemn and asks. ‘Is it because of Aunty Inko?’ His voice drops to a whisper. ‘Did she, yknow’ Bakugou flexed his left hand, ‘before we came here?’
And suddenly it hits Deku like a particularly violent punch from Kirishima’s hardened fist
That plan
Oh God, how was he going to explain this?
‘Kacchan,’ Deku starts, voice trembling from holding back laughter or tears, no one could tell. ‘Kacchan,’ he clears his throat. ‘No, my mom didn’t get remarried.’
Deku paused, seemingly to give the time to process what he just said (no one did) or to prepare for what he was about to say (no one could). Or maybe just to give them an opportunity to run. (They should’ve taken it)
Deku continued. ‘We just never got to set her up with Aizawa’
Bakugou teeth grinds, ‘That’s Eraserhead dummy,’ his little scowl deepens, ‘ And what do you even mean??’
Deku nods solemnly. Seriously. As if this is a Very Important thing and not a pint sized Bakugou asking why Deku’s mom wasn’t married to their home room teacher. ‘Kacchan,’ his voice was still trembling, ‘we didn’t go through with the plan’
Bakugou’s clenched fists show blatant refusal to accept the idea.
Deku continued. ‘We didn’t even talk about it when we came to UA honestly. It’s been years-‘
‘Shut up. Stop, right now! Bakugou hisses. Deku looks up to see actual tears in his eyes. ‘We had a plan. There’s absolutely no way I gave up on trying to get Eraserhead as an uncle, and you always thought he would make a cool dad-‘
‘You were the one that always said so, I never wanted that’ Deku interrupts.
Bakugou’s gasp rivals Iida’s.
The rest of the class watches the back and forth, watches Midoriya argue with a 5 year old Bakugou, All Might on a cracker, on a 32 step plan that Bakugou had designed to make Aiza-Eraserhead his uncle
Bakugou’s head snaps around, and he gives Kaminari the most vicious sneer a 5 year old could ever give. ‘There were 35 steps’
It’s when Bakugou finally closes his eyes and takes a deep breath (showing more restraint than their Bakugou…older Bakugo(?) normally did) that they thought everything would be alright.
Until he opened his mouth.
‘Okay, but have we punched Endeavor in the balls yet?’
Fleshing out a BakuIida fic based on that one picture (yk the one? With the fries)
‘A Savoury Love, a Love So Sweet’
Description
Tenya offers some of his fries to Katsuki. Katsuki takes his heart too.
Plot is basically going to be that they keep offering food to one another. They keep accepting food from one another. From ice cream and cake to pasta and fruit salads.
And they find out a lot about each other in between.
Katsuki tells Tenya over a tub of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with granola that his grandma used to give him this whenever he visited her. They’d eat on the porch with radio playing in the background. He misses her.
Tenya knows how to bake cinnamon rolls. Really that’s the only thing he knows how to bake. He sits on the floor with Katsuki one Saturday morning and tells him how that’s the one thing his brother knows how to bake too.
Katsuki makes shirokuma. Tells Tenya that his mother used to make him this when he was younger. That it’s one of the few good memories he has with his mom. Whispers that he wishes they had more.
Tenya tells Katsuki he loves him when Katsuki makes a bowl of yi mein for them to share. He wants them to have a long and happy life too
There was a group shuffling in, faces slack, exhaustion seeping from their postures.
Still, they were trying to move quietly, and not wake the rest of their dormmates.
The door closed.
The lights turned on.
“Fuck.” several people swore.
Most of the members of the Bakusquad faced the rest of their classmates and an irate looking homeroom teacher with tired but sheepish expressions. Bakugou himself just looked done.
No one spoke.
Aizawa, 30, fucking tired, lifted an eyebrow.
Bakugou, 16, full of spite, raised one back.
Still, not a word.
Finally, Kirishima broke. “It was necessary sensei.”
The boy’s words were solemn, his face serious, but Ashido and Kaminari were in wedding dresses, Sero was in muddy, ripped jeans (and was that a paw print on his chest?), Bakugou had on a baby carrier and Jirou was in a maid uniform with coffee stains on the front. He was not going to mention Kirishima in nothing but red, bedazzled booty shorts and knee-high boots. He refused to.
“How the hell,” Aizawa closed his eyes. Maybe if he didn’t see them, they would go away, “was going to McDonald’s at 2 in the morning necessary?”
“Oh no,” Kirishima replied hurriedly, “we weren’t, well,’ he nervously chuckled as he stumbled over his words. “We were at McDonald’s in the last bit, but only because we got hungry after! We-”
“It was a villain.” Bakgou interrupted and Aizawa felt his headache increase tenfold.
“What.”
“It was a-,”
“No, I heard what you said.”
Crack adjacent Bakusquad fic I’m working on where they are trapped in different AUs and have to complete the prompts to set each other free.
Apart from the little battle thing, does Bakugou ever actually pay attention to Monoma? Like. Do we ever get Bakugou reacting to *waves vaguely to indicate Monoma’s,,, Monoma-ness* at any point in time? I can’t remember
check out the snippet of a BakuMomo Friendship fic I have going on
A bit of background info: They wanted to be just a little bit stupid and irresponsible for one night, so they both got buzzed in Momo’s room.
Bakugou sunk into the beanbag-like couch cushion thing in Momo’s room, his mind completely warm and fuzzy. Like it was being smothered by a fat, gray cat with thick fur and yellow eyes. But not in an uncomfortable way.
‘What’s this made of?’ his voice was barely a whisper in the dim room. He didn’t want to break the peace. It was like, an unspoken thing now. The only noise allowed was from the speakers connected to the laptop that was playing…something. Bakugou squinted at the projected movie on the wall. He knew what this was. He was sure of it. The name just wasn’t coming to him.
Momo hummed and slouched down to lean her head on his shoulder. “It’s ,” she paused, smacked her lips. They sake made her mouth feel heavy. “Memory foam an’...” She sighed. It took too much effort to complete the sentence. And it was too much effort to ask Bakugou to pass the bottle back to her too.
Her brows furrowed as she flopped her hand across his stomach. He was being greedy. He knew they were supposed to share it. He said so himself.
Bakugou patted her hand and passed the water bottle to her.
Momo whined and gestured lazily to the half empty sake bottle beside him.
Bakugou frowned. “No. Water. ‘S important. If you don’t drink it you’ll..you’ll” he stuttered and blinked rapidly before turning fully around and gripping her shoulders. “You’ll die.”
Momo’s eyes widened. She whimpered before gripping Bakugou’s shoulders too. “I don’t wanna die.” her eyes shifted around the room, as if death itself was about to appear any moment.
Bakugou took her hands from his shoulder and solemnly placed the bottle of water in them. Momo cautiously sipped on the water. She had to be careful. It was a matter of life and death.
Halfway through she paused. “Suki.” she whispered. She tugged his sleeve. “Bak’go.”
“Hmmm?”
“Drink some.” Her eyes were wide and earnest. “You can’t die either.”
Bakugou eyes widened, her fear now mirrored in his, as if he didn’t consider the fact that he could die too.
That made her sad.
He gripped the water bottle with a firm hand.
“Imma build you temples Mo.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Temples?”
“Temples.” Bakugou gulped down the water and smacked his lips. “Fuckin’,” he stretched his arms out, not even wincing when one hit the corner of her bed, “the biggest temples. Because you’re awesome.”
Momo giggled.
Bakugou nodded seriously. “I’ll build it myself- no,” his eyes sparkled and a sharp grin crossed his face. The same grin he got when he figured out something quickly. She liked that grin.
“I’ll get thirty, no fifty, men to build it. And then after that you can have them.” Bakugou nodded, firm and sure in his plan.
Momo muffled her laughter in her palms. “What am I supposed to do with them?”
‘You can..I dunno.,’ he hiccuped. ‘You can use them to take over the world. Or make you cake. Have your own little harem.’
He waited for her to fill in, maybe give what she’d like him to dress her harem. He personally thought black and orange would be good. He’s not biased at all.
He turned when he didn’t hear anything from her. Momo’s head was down, her inky hair covering her face.
“Mo?”
Bakugou slipped from the beanbag, and rolled so he was facing her. He poked her leg. “What is it?”
Her head was still down, and no answer came.
Bakugou flipped over and did a slow military crawl to put his head in her lap. He poked her stomach.
She wrapped her arms around his head, burying her face in his hair. His face was in her stomach, and her grip was too tight so he kind of couldn’t breathe, but that was okay. Momo smelled nice and soft and warm. It made him feel fuzzy. Like the gray cat wasn’t only in his brain.
He felt her murmur something in his hair. Bakugou… Bakugou couldn’t hear from his hair.
He had to move and tell her, just in case she forgot
As soon as he pulled away though, Momo latched onto his cheeks. Her hands pressed his cheeks together until his lips were puckered like a pufferfish. Bakugou thinks he’d make a cute pufferfish. He would ask Momo but he needed to focus, because there were tears in her eyes. She was about to cry, and he didn’t know what to do, because Momos shouldn’t cry.
“Suki, I don’t want a man harem.” she whispered.
He blinked.
“I don’t,” here she trailed off, her voice wobbling. She wanted to tell him. Bakugou placed his hands over hers and nodded slowly.
“A woman harem?” He whispered. She winced slightly, resisting the urge to close her eyes.
She nodded.
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make you the best woman harem ever.”
Momo’s eyes watered again, she loved him so much. She sniffled. “I don’t need a harem-”
Bakugou frowned. “Then who’s gonna make your tower? Wait, Mo, what if they aren’t your harem?” He bounced slightly in place, dislodging her hands from his face. Bakugou leaned forward. “What if they were a tower? An entire tower of women? You can stick them together and then go climbing-”
Momo let out an incredulous laugh. “There’s no way I can climb a woman tower. There’s no way we can even make a woman tower…a wotower,” she tilted her head slowly. “ A wower?”
Bakugou snorted. “A wower.”
Momo didn’t know why it was so funny. He said it so weirdly. She tried to mimic it. “A wower.”
“W-ower.” He whisper yelled.
“Wo-wer.” She threw her hands in the sky.
“Wow-er”
Soon they were on the floor, wheezing and snorting and trying to shush each other so they didn’t wake anyone up.
Momo wiped her tears.
Bakugou laid on his side, with his face on his arm. His other hand was outstretched. Momo mirrored him, and covered his outstretched hand with hers.
“You’re the first person I told.” She whispered. Bakugou gave a questioning hum.
“That I want a wower.” She giggled over the word.
Bakugou grinned, “A wower.”
“Stop,” she slapped his arm, giggles subsiding.
Bakugou’s face relaxed in a soft smile as he turned to look at her ceiling. She mirrored him again.
It was quiet for a bit until he spoke up again.
“Y’know, I could just take the fifty men for myself. Make my own harem.”
Momo’s head snapped to him. His eyes were still trained in her ceiling.
She squeezed his hand once. Turned back to look at the ceiling.
Saw a tweet some time ago that was basically saying how if you think about it,,, Bakugou really isn’t anybody special and that’s honestly one of my favorite things about him.
And then I watched the team matches again so I started thinking.
I thought about how it’s implied that Bakugou worked on his everything all on his own. And then thought about how strong he was even just entering UA. Thought about how he’s up in ranks with kids who were born in high society and hero families with home training and similar quirks. Thought about how he’s acknowledged as one of, if not the strongest after the mc. Thought about how he’s really just a kid with big dreams who’s working for them. So we got this little number. I wrote it a while go, just now posting it here but I might complete it one day, who knows.
We’ll call this one:
Perfect Victory
It’s his fight now.
Everyone’s watching.
They always are.
No matter their opinions, if they love him, if they loathe him, the one thing they cannot do, the one thing they can never do, is ignore him.
He looks at the team surrounding him, a conglomerate of blunt edges and mismatched abilities, and sees pieces slot into place, he already knows which buttons to press, he already has the combination moves in mind, he doesn’t need a cheat code. He looks at them and he thinks strong. He looks at them and he thinks, perfect.
He grins, heart already matching the pace of his mind, fast, unyielding, unrelenting. He can already hear the roar in his ears and he can feel the untamed energy reflecting in his eyes.
He’s excited.
And is it beautiful? Is it tragic? Is it poetic? That he is in a place where he has no right to be. That he had gotten a taste of the clouds, wet and heavy and heady like sin, and refused to let himself be dragged down. He has desire on his tongue, want in his lungs and he. refuses. to. let. go.
He’s a boy with an explosion quirk, yet he taught himself how to fly.
Icarus boy, crafting his wings with the nitroglycerin in his palms. Icarus, always reaching too high.
Among old names and legacies and inheritance he has the audacity to be reaching for the best.
Others are reaching (for good, to provide, to prove themselves, help their friends, their families) but he, he has the insolence to want to be on top.
And what is he, who is he to aim for the top?
Katsuki isn’t special.
No one entrusted their legacy to him.
He’s not born out of tyrannical parental ambitions.
He’s not from old names and ancient money.
(He didn’t receive guiding hands, or solemn advice or cheerful instructions. No one gave him a fucking cheet sheet. He is no one’s successor. And he’s okay with that. His wings aren’t made of wax.)
Katsuki isn’t special.
But that means nothing. He won’t allow it to.
He’s on his way to be the best. He’s always been willing to put in the work for it.
(That may be the only thing that hurts. When they see that he works and he works and he works to become faster, stronger, better, and they act as if they expected him to stumble and not get up. When they see his power and underestimate him because they don’t expect, they don’t want him to get better. He had never thought that hard meant impossible. He was always willing to work for what he wanted. He didn’t need a mentor to do that.
How many people think controlling explosions is something that comes easily?
His dreams aren’t unattainable)
What do you call boys with wild eyes and even wilder hearts?
