someone in ua of your choice finds out about akatani. just for funzies?
send me a prompt + i’ll write you a fic in 30 min // tag ‘30 min fics’ // a billion times warning: this is not flare canon this is just for fun
kacchan finds out.
The second they were alone, Kacchan slammed Izuku back against the lockers. The locker doors rattled from the force, and Izuku shouted in pain but didn’t fight back.
Kacchan breathed heavily, hand below Izuku’s throat.
So this is it.
Kacchan took a second to search Izuku’s face. He didn’t find what he was looking for and growled.
“Ba- Bakugou...”
“What the hell are you up to,” Kacchan said, voice a warning.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Izuku said, but he felt tears collect in the corners of his eyes. Kacchan looked like he had a hand at the throat of his greatest enemy—dark triumph, anger and hurt.
“Explain this,” Kacchan said. He shoved Izuku one more time for good measure, and his back sparked with a wave of pain. Kacchan handed him his phone, and Izuku took it, confused.
Then he saw what was on the screen. Izuku, hero costume on so he was unmistakable. Just feet away Shigaraki, shock of blue hair, eyes shadowed behind the hand fit on his face.
Sound burst in Izuku’s ear. Kacchan’s hand, burning from just releasing an explosion, pressed to Izuku’s shoulder. A warning. A warning. A warning that Izuku had better answer before Kacchan did something terrible.
That was okay, Izuku thought. He deserved it.
Izuku held the phone back out, lowered his eyes, then said, “Go on, Bakugou.”
“Go on and what.”
Izuku dared to look back up and smiled sadly.
“Turn me in,” he said. He gestured with a hand, and Kacchan jerked, but Izuku only pointed to the door. “One word and the heroes will come running.”
“What word?”
Izuku laughed. “Villain.”
Kacchan’s face darkened. “You admit it.”
“I thought you might figure it out,” Izuku admitted. He slid down to the cold ground and pulled his knees up to his chest. “You were always the smarter one of us.”
Kacchan grabbed his shirt and hauled him up. He dragged him forwards, then said, “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I missed you,” Izuku said quietly.
“Stop playing games! Stop lying!”
Izuku snapped. “What do you want from me?” he shouted, shoving back. He broke free of the grip and hit Kacchan. “Get it over with, Bakugou! Turn me in! Let them lock me up and you’ll never have to hear my name again.”
“I want to know why,” Kacchan said, and when Izuku landed another hit he saw a spark of fear light in his friend’s eyes.
Izuku stopped, backing away, horrified at what he’d done. He hit a bench and fell back, landing hard on the floor. Kacchan stood over him.
“What is there to know?”
“I want to know you of all people—”
“I didn’t have a choice!” Izuku shouted.
Kacchan stopped. “You didn’t have a choice,” he repeated.
“I would’ve come back a long time ago if I had a choice,” Izuku said, and his chest caved and the tears started. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Kacchan’s brows furrowed. Izuku closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Kacchan’s face, then opened them because he thought Kacchan deserved it.
“Five years ago my father took me away from everything I had ever known,” Izuku said, “and then he made me a villain, and I stopped trying, and I’m sorry.”
His voice broke. Kacchan was staring at him like he’d never seen him before—but he had, many, many times.
“I’m sorry I stopped trying, Kacchan.”
Kacchan looked at Izuku. A childhood friend looked back.
“It’s—” Kacchan started, then faltered. He was taking in Izuku, looking at his face, his dark eyes. Izuku took out an old photo and handed it over.
Kacchan looked at it, and the corner crumpled when he gripped it too tightly.
“It’s—” he said, like he couldn’t dare to hope, “it’s really you?”
Izuku smiled, but it hurt. “Yeah.”
Kacchan touched his ribs like he couldn’t breathe, like he couldn’t believe, and said, “What the hell— you— he... you know what that did to us?”
“Us,” Izuku repeated hollowly.
“Did you forget about your fucking mom?”
“Kacchan,” Izuku pleaded. A wordless noise left his mouth. His friend dropped to his knees, reaching out, and Izuku took his hand. “I’m sorry I left. I didn’t want to.”
The next second he was pressing his face into Kacchan’s shoulder, crying. Or maybe it was the other way around, and he could feel Kacchan shaking under his touch.
“Don’t do it again,” Kacchan said in his ear. His hand tightened, the back of Izuku’s shirt gathering in his fingers. “Don’t you dare do it again.”
superfandompal713 replied to your post “u ever just underwhelmed by some writing”
When it's your writing that's unerwhelming, you can edit until it's amazing~ when it's not your writing, that's when you write fanfiction
haha agree on both!! funnily enough the original post was about another person’s fic. in this particular case it was a fic with a really common trope [in the fandom] and it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t wowing me either yaknow. of course the only option really is to stop reading
and sometimes it’s just like that! there’s plenty of other people who will enjoy it and plenty of other fics for me to peruse and my fullest support to op for writing and putting their work out there, even if i didn’t particularly enjoy it myself