Izuku: Kacchan, we should hold hands so we don’t lose each other in this crowd!
Katsuki: There’s no one here but us, idiot.
Izuku, with ofa sparking green around him: Hold. My. Hand.
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Izuku: Kacchan, we should hold hands so we don’t lose each other in this crowd!
Katsuki: There’s no one here but us, idiot.
Izuku, with ofa sparking green around him: Hold. My. Hand.
thinking about katsuki who now leaves the ugly, red shoes he spent years hating in the entryway of his home because now with izuku gone it’s all he has left to say “see you later” and “i’m home” to everyday
izuku would wake katsuki up on valentine’s day with the most inedible breakfast in bed and think katsuki is crying with love and hapiness
katsuki falls first, but he also falls the hardest. spends years as a child incorrectly processing feelings of love. challenges himself during adolescence to become better, stronger for himself. and for izuku. katsuki grows into acceptance of the fondness softening him from the inside out. yearns to show izuku that he is now worthy of love in return. fights tooth and nail to slowly but surely carve a space for himself into izuku’s life, heart, future.
bakugo and jirou besties is my favorite hc. the thought of them being each other’s wingman is so good
katsuki inviting the only friend he can stand, kyouka, to his company’s latest fashion show, and introducing her to the most ethereal model she’s ever seen, momo.
katsuki getting onto kyouka about her crush when he can’t even see how in love he and his personal assistant, izuku, are. oblivious to how izuku is the only person he talks about, so kyouka has to return the favor and set them up bc they’re both,,, so dumb,,,
momojirou who express their affection through their art.
jirou with songs. melodies made after hearing momo’s laugh in the quiet, early morning hours.
momo with poems. endless lines of delicate words spun after an accidental brush of their fingers.