As Izuku bends down to pick up the shattered glass on the floor Katsuki catches his waist and hauls him over his shoulder.
"Kacchan!" he yelps. "Put me down!"
Katsuki smacks his butt pointedly and that shuts him up completely. Izuku hides his face in his hands and surrenders.
katsuki always been a lil crazy about izuku but rut period makes him even more crazy and protective of izuku and mind you izuku is a grown ass man and a part time hero, he can put a stop to katsuki IF he wants to... so hes exactly where he wants to be lol
Prompt: Memories (from Chilumi Weekly Prompts on twt)
Contains (mild) 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers. Read at your own risk I guess.
"Not in your best shape today, are we, comrade?"
Lumine gritted her teeth, her expression of annoyance clear on her face and in great contrast with his nonchalant one. And that smirk on his face–
She wanted to wipe it off.
Or at least, that was what she felt before, when said spar session took place and she momentarily lost her footing and fell flat on her ass. She felt humiliated and him rubbing salt on her wound with his stupid smirk was not helping. At all.
Now, after months passed, she barely remembered the incident.
Yet it seemed he remembered it fairly well.
She watched quietly as the familiar form swirled into the air, mid-leap, sword at the ready to strike him. Yet, he was quicker than her and dodged her attack.
She recalled that she expected that; yet when the sole of her foot touched the ground below she landed on a round stone and her foot slipped.
Behind him, Lumine watched as she fell, mesmerised by the way her white scarf fluttered in the air as helpless as her.
It then landed on her face, highly comically.
And she would have laughed if it weren't for the overwhelming feeling of shock that took over him as he stared at her, blue eyes opened wide.
Then a wave of worry washed over her.
"Not in your best shape today, are you, comrade?"
Lumine's breath hitched in her lungs. She watched his back as he approached her figure on the ground.
With the same annoying smirk he had reserved just for her when he would gain the upper hand in their fights, Tartaglia lifted the scarf off her face with two fingers.
She recalled loathing its sight back then.
Yet this time she knew; the smirk was fake. Just a mask he wore to protect himself. Hide himself.
And now she could see–
The worry that flashed his eyes. The way he studied her legs, her shoulder that hit the ground.
Scanning them for injuries.
And now she also knew–
It wasn't because he thought she was weak. On the contrary, it was despite the opposite.
Now she knew–
He wasn't even doing it on purpose, yet when he saw her falling and heard her yelp of surprise–
When she didn't move and even her scarf fell on her face–
(She was angry at herself for missing her step and embarrassing herself)
– He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.
(And there was something wrong, for the moment he lifted the fabric off her face, steel flashed before his eyes.)
His smirk turned into a grin as hydro clashed against her blade. A maddening grin that reflected in his dull eyes, even though it shouldn't. He planted the heel of his boot into the ground.
He was proud of her ambush– his grin the way he wanted to convey that.
He was glad she was alright– his grin hiding that.
Lumine gritted her teeth. Her eyes stung.
Her hands felt cold as she clenched her fist around the pointy metallic thing in her hand. Its spikes burying into her skin.
Just like the memory buried itself into her mind.
Just like he buried himself into her heart.
After Skirk flung him into that portal–
And she had been taken by surprise, Skirk's movement too quick for Lumine to comprehend in time.
By the time her brain processed what happened, he was already gone.
(She hated how her heart skipped a beat when she saw that familiar mop of ginger hair in Skirk's fist.)
Now she hated herself for not snatching him out of her grip when she still could.
After that, her nights became dreamless; her dreams replaced by his memories.
Memories of her.
Of her as she fought. Of her as she asked him to help her with her commissions. Of her fishing.
Of them fishing.
Of them cooking dinner under a campfire in the wild.
Of them looking for fabric for Tonia's gift in Inazuma.
Of their little encounter in Fontaine.
(Oh, how overwhelmed by pure excitement she was when that little memory rolled in. How delighted he was when she played along and encouraged him to give that annoying guy a beating–
And she had to admit, it was entertaining to watch.)
Memories–
Of them.
She gathered that it was because she was the one holding onto his vision. At least, that way it made sense.
What didn't make sense– and took her by complete surprise – was how raw his emotions were.
How many things he was feeling when she was around. How they would waver, change– as quickly as water.
He seemed so nonchalant, so carefree too. And yet each memory came with a burst of feelings and thoughts.
Of heartbeats and held breaths.
It was overwhelming.
"I nearly forgot– I want to give you this." She said and suddenly a flash of blue and silver appeared in her hand.
Her heart churned as she watched it swirl in her palm.
Alrecchino seemed surprised at first– that in itself was a first too.
"Ah, a vision– I understand, I will make sure it reaches him. Thank you for giving me this."
Lumine smiled in response. The Harbinger probably took it as a gesture of trust– that she trusted her enough to give her something which was previously entrusted to her.
Or that she didn't care about him.
It was neither–
Seeing his memories–
Seeing herself through his eyes. Feeling what he felt. All that excitement, happiness, content.
“So, what do you say Malfoy? Come home with me.” Hermione was doing her best to hold herself up. She wasn’t about to pass up her chance to get Malfoy somewhere private.
“And why should I go home with you?” He raised a brow.
She held up a finger, “well for one, you’re a prat. Y-you’re still a shu-stupidly handsome prrrrat.”
She held up a second finger, “second, you look rav-ravishing…th-those rrrobes.”
As she held up a third finger, she leaned towards him, almost toppling over if Draco hadn’t caught her. In a loud whisper she said, “w-wore this ddress ju-just for you.”
He looked her up and down, contemplating on what to say.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” She perked up, a large dopey smile forming on her face.
“Yes I’ll go home with you Granger-Malfoy.” Draco bit back a laugh as he escorted his heavily intoxicated wife to floo home.
The impact knocks him breathless, but Izuku feels nothing at all even with the pressure of 4 ton truck pressing down on him.
As his vision dims he thinks of his mom and 1k star stones that he'd saved for his fav game character's anniversary banner.
Sorry Lord Bakugou Katsuki.
isekai au; izuku is reborn into a game and meets his ult bias, the hardest capture game, who will lead the world into ruin unless the heroine save him; izuku wants to keep katsuki away from the death flags but katsuki just thinks theres something v wrong in the head w izuku.
“So, your future boyfriend is hot. Your life is just so tragic,” Ochako teases.
Izuku blushes. "I just can't believe he was alone all these years!"
Her smile wanes. "Bakugou always been single-minded. He waited for you ten years, but I don't think he would have stopped there."
for izuku the 10yrs time skipped seem minuscule and bkdk's relationship was <3months old, so while he loves katsuki he's still caught in the youthful stage of love in a new relationship while katsuki has yrs to crossed that line into intense devotion.
"Your face is red." Katsuki frowns. "What the fuck were you even doing?!" Despite his scowl, he presses their forehead together to feel the quickly rising temperature.
His blush deepens. "I'm f-fine." This close, he could melt under the relentless heat pooling under his skin.
izuku is a virgin bc of time travel while katsuki is a virgin out of choice to devote his dumb ass at the altar of his first and only love. even though katsuki has a decade of exp on izuku, he still fumbling and bumbling to navigate their relationship.
