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Bakugou Katsuki || Continuation

He hadn’t really been thinking about it. Maybe he felt a tightness in his chest when he was around Katsuki, but Shouto had assumed that this was anxiousness or something. After all, he was a bit of a loose canon, and he knew some things that Shouto wasn’t sure if he was completely comfortable with him knowing. Maybe he’d been staring at his lips in odd fascination, but he’d thought that this was more in shock that they could move as quickly as they did when heated. 

Shouto hadn’t thought when he kissed Katsuki—he really hadn’t. It had come on so suddenly that even he didn’t really know how to process it. 

He was still leaning against his door when Katsuki kicked it, the blow causing him to jolt forward both thanks to the force and out of surprise. Should he say something? Was it better to keep quiet? Should he open the door and try to explain himself? Could he even explain himself? Shouto didn’t entirely understand what had happened, himself. He had just been…watching Katsuki talk. That was nothing new: he tended to shout at Shouto. He could only guess that this was because he didn’t get combative or offended in response to the loud, harsh words that came out of his mouth. He’d just nod or offer some sort of sound to indicate that he was listening, at least partially. 

Why hadn’t he done that this time? 

After a long moment of standing where he was, doing nothing, Shouto reached for his phone, quickly going to Katsuki’s contact information and hovering over it, debating what to do. Would it be a good idea for him to send him a text or something right now? If he was still pissed off, Katsuki could easily break through the floor of Shouto’s room. After all, his was directly below Shouto’s.

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                    “But why?” Izuku was royally confused. One minute he was making plans with Todoroki, the next he was listening to Kacchan rant and rave about him being a pushover. He didn’t know what triggered this, as if Kacchan’s other rants have triggers, but this one was really random. “You hate me, if I remember correctly. Why do you want to come to my sleepover?”

@ragexplosion || closed starter

[oni-kiri]

@ragexplosion

Continued from x.

          “Oi, isn't that just a little harsh?” 

Eijirou sighed. Classic Bakugou, what else would he expect?  His hot-tempered companion wasn't...wrong though.  Maybe he wouldn't rank in the top of the Hero Popularity polls, but as long as he upheld the duty to society then...did it really matter?  For someone like Eijirou, it was a little hard to swallow, even if it did kinda make sense. Bright crimson eyes flicked back down to the magazine of Golden Age Heroes before returning to the other teen.

    “But still...you don't think it's even a bit important that people have faith in you?  I mean, I'm not saying your way of thinking is wrong.  I just wanna understand it more, I guess. There's some people who probably think ya got a mentality more like a villain than a hero.” 

He flipped the page absentmindedly. 

    “But if ya keep doing the right thing, then they'll see.”  He grinned, fangs flashing.  “I guess in your own way, you'll get people to develop faith in you.  Maybe not your winning personality, but your actions.  Like you say.”

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『 ⇣☂⇣ 』❝ Over-exertion takes a toll even on you, too, doesn’t it? ❞

IT WAS CLEAR by how he tended to emphasize the fact of the matter in his brooding. All in all, Quirks were still physical abilities — and once one’s limits are pushed, they’ll begin to strain the body. It was just a wonder how far the extent of certain individuals’ limits stretched. Even when it came to someone as IMPULSIVE as Bakugo, who seemed to have an endless supply of stamina and resolution, there was a point where too much was just that.

❝ The gauntlets of your costume were good thinking on your part. Is your arm going to be alright, though? ❞

@ragexplosion ✘ STARTER CALL.

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Bakugou Katsuki || Starter Call

This wasn’t the first time that Shouto had found himself on the business end of one of Katsuki’s daggers, and he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last, either. Like every time before this, he stared Katsuki down quietly, his expression seemingly unimpressed (or maybe simply indifferent). 

「 Would you mind telling me what I did to set you off this time? 」 he asked, preferring to be told what he did to deserve having a blade at his throat before having it slit. Perhaps he was angry about the fact that Shouto was getting along with his draconian companion, or maybe it was the fact that he had offered Katsuki his assistance in their last skirmish. Gods knew that he was independent to a fault. Really, though, he didn’t think that he had much of a chance with guessing what he might have done in specifics to earn the badlander’s wrath. He was seething so often about so many things, after all. 

「 Would it help if I said ‘please’? 」

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     “Deku!?!”                                                        “Kacchan!!”

an indie Katsuki Bakugou                                                          an indie Izuku Midoriya as told by Emma                                                                                as told by Usagi

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Bakugou Katsuki || Continuation

He had barely rounded the corner when a piece of debris came hurtling towards his face. Instincts kicked in, leading Shouto to sidestep and avoid whatever had been chucked his way. Eyes trailed up from the piece of emaciated dummy to meet the face of who had thrown it. Had he been one for theatrics, he might have groaned. 

Now, he didn’t hate Katsuki—far from it, in fact. Shouto admired his fellow student’s determination and how he didn’t find joy in a dirty or easy victory. These were good traits. However, with how amplified they were by anger and a tinge of narcissism, Katsuki had a habit of stirring up some feelings in Shouto that he, himself, was still trying to sort out. 

While his gut told him that now was not the time to be in close proximity of Bakugou Katsuki, Shouto knew better than to let an angry teenager keep him from using the training grounds that were open to all U.A. students. 「 … I came here to train, 」 he answered simply. Why else would he be here? If he had some other purpose, such as studying or trying to get some peace and quiet, then there were better places on the school ground to do so. 

「 Is that a problem? 」

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Shouto: I’m straight.

*sees ragexplosion, mindlesspurplegaze and hissuccessor*

Shouto: lmao ok n/m