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Light Refracts In Many Angles

Midoriya had always been a mutterer. It was a habit developed through isolation and his parents. Since he had no one to talk to, he spoke to himself. The sound of talking was comforting even if the voice speaking was his own.

Another thing Midoriya got through his lifelong isolation was this “magical” ability to disassociate. His rejection from society “evolved” over the countless years of bullying, but that was beside the point. He was still pretty lonely even with the fan behavior from a select group of losers.

Midoriya would wake up and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Within seconds of brushing his teeth, Midoriya would be disassociating. Midoriya would be eating breakfast in the middle of spicy gossip. He’d be responding to his mother, but nope, his brain flipped a switch, and just like that he was blanking out. Of course, it didn't happen at the same time every day, but it wasn't uncommon.

Midoriya would go to school and the moment Bakugo opened his mouth Midoriya was out of it. Fortunately for him, it seemed that his body was on autopilot in school. He’d look down at his notebook to see notes he didn’t recall taking. One time he even highlighted specific lines in his textbook.

Midoriya knew it was a problem, but it never really happened when he was doing important tasks that he needed to focus on, so he didn't tell anyone. Unfortunately, he nearly fell down countless flights of stairs in front of his mother, so he was set up with a psychiatrist.

It never took long for Bakugo to notice changes in Midoriya’s behavior. Whenever he made fun of Midoriya or even shoved him occasionally, it was as if Midoriya was looking right through him.

Bakugo couldn’t tell if Midoriya was terrified of him or if he was trying to act tough and one-up Bakugo by pretending to be unfazed. The first time he noticed it was over four months ago.

In certain classes where their seating arrangement changed due to carefree teachers, Bakugo sat near his three lackeys. Hifumi was at the desk to his right and Tejio was in front of him.

Midoriya had already taken a seat on his left before the trio entered the classroom. Midoriya’s seat was by the window, allowing him to gaze out whenever he wanted to.

Bakugo was able to notice the strange behavior, but he never truly figured out what was going on with Midoriya. Midoriya would be writing his notes normally and, out of the blue, his expression would fall as that blank look washed over his face. He couldn’t understand what was happening since Midoriya was still writing away, gaze flicking to the board and then down to the paper to write.

Midoriya spent all of his time alone. He had no friends at school, and he always had everything with him, including his lunch. Midoriya would often stay in his seat for the duration of the break.

Bakugo and his lackeys would sometimes poke fun at him for it before they left for the cafeteria. Other times they’d come back early to study or get away from the crowd of people who were nothing more than nuisances to the three.

Midoriya usually wouldn’t react to them coming in. He would often be spotted with his head against the glass, looking at nothing in particular. Bakugo would never admit it, not even to himself, but he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight.

The golden sunlight would shine on Midoriya and illuminate him. His black freckles seemed to glow a golden hue, and his pigmented skin seemed to relish the warm sunlight. Midoriya’s pale, chapped lips seemed to turn a bright red with the exposure to the sun.

Midoriya’s dark and dazed eyes would light up into a striking electric emerald green, matching the beautiful shade of green his eyelashes would turn as they occasionally fluttered. Bakugo could even see the line where the black patch of his hair turned green when it was usually hidden in his dark hair.

Every once in a while, Bakugo would see Midoriya snap back into whatever he was doing whether that be him writing notes, doing schoolwork, scrolling on his phone, writing his hero analysis, or him looking for something interesting going on outside the window. It seemed unreal the way life seemed to flash back into Midoriya's eyes.

Midoriya may not be exactly conscious of the world around him, but his subconscious was working to keep him afloat. It was a sight to see when he became responsive to things he was hearing or seeing.

Bakugo found it strange, but he’d never pass up a moment to peer at Midoriya without the worry of being caught. He'd convince himself he did it for a good reason after he'd catch himself staring.

On good days, Bakugo would go in early and open the window. He knew deep down why he did it, but how could he ever bring himself to say he wanted to watch the breeze gently blow against Midoriya’s face to watch the way the curls in his hair would sway.

One day, Midoriya had a boba milk tea. The drink was still sealed and the straw sitting next to the cup on the desk. Midoriya had his notes pulled out as he was planning to do schoolwork before homeroom started.

Bakugo had been watching Midoriya and saw the exact moment Midoriya's brain clocked out. It was normally pretty clear as his face fell as he was writing notes.

After a couple of minutes, Midoriya's gaze rose to the drink. He grabbed it and brought it away from the edge where it was sitting. Midoriya snatched the straw and raised it to stab through the lid.

Bakugo felt himself focus on the sight, never having seen Midoriya eat or drink while in a trance.

Thump.

There was a pause.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Now Tejio and Hifumi were looking.

Thump.

It didn’t go through, and Hifumi couldn’t help but snicker. For Bakugo, he was fully invested in seeing how this was going to go. Midoriya’s mind was obviously not functioning, but his body was.

Midoriya's body, not being able to accomplish his subconscious mind's goal, raised questions. After all, it was a new situation where Midoriya couldn’t do anything while being unresponsive.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly threw the straw at the desk and flopped back in his seat. In a way, it seemed as if his body was visibly trying to pout. Tejio could not help but let out muffled laughter, trying not to lose it.

Midoriya leaned forward, taking the straw and even holding it up to his eyes. Midoriya seemed as if he was observing the straw. Bakugo knew very well not one thought was going through Midoriya’s head as messed with the sharp end of the straw. Fixing his grip on it, Midoriya sent it down one more time.

Thump.

Midoriya once again readjusted his grip on the straw and shifted in his seat before sending the straw down again.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly picked up the drink, sat it back at the corner of the desk, and brushed the straw off his papers before grabbing his pencil and writing as if nothing had happened.

Hifumi and Tejio lost it, laughing. Bakugo was baffled at the sight, wondering how Midoriya did all of that. He didn’t understand what was happening or why it happened. He’d ask about it, but that would reveal he paid attention and cared enough to ask. He’d rather die than let anyone, especially Deku, know either of those things.

Midoriya seemed to snap out of it a minute later as he took the drink and straw before piercing it easily. He rewarded himself with a drink as he continued the notes. Hifumi and Tejio never suspected a thing while Bakugo was left staring in confusion.

Bakugo knew something was up but decided to never ask. Eventually, he forced himself to stop opening the window and stopped himself from staring too much.

It seemed as if Bakugo wasn’t the only admirer as occasionally the window would be left open in the mornings before Midoriya would enter the classroom.

Midoriya was studying in the school's ginormous library. Midoriya always placed himself at a booth alongside the window, enjoying the sunlight while he studied.

Bakugo and his bullies had snuck in, planning on teasing Midoriya in the quiet area. They spotted him and sat down nearby to figure out how to proceed as the librarian would easily spot them. She was a passionate and stern woman who wouldn’t hesitate to put them all into detention.

Someone suddenly walked past the trio. They looked over to see it was their class president. He was tall, undeniably charming, always received the highest grades, had the best reputation, and was involved in everything going on in the school. His name was Noya Seika, preferring to be called Seika. His book bag was over his shoulder and his arms were holding a stack of papers.

Bakugo and his two followers watched as Seika approached the booth Midoriya was at. Midoriya was casually writing his notes, at peace with the silence.

Seika marched right up to the booth with his charming smile. Everything about his approach was sincere, not an ounce of pity visible in his determined eyes.

Midoriya seemed to notice someone standing by his booth and jumped, covering his mouth. “I am so sorry! Was I mumbling? I’ll be quiet!” panicked Midoriya, whispering only to be met with the sight of his class president.

“No need to apologize, you weren’t mumbling. I was wondering if I may sit with you?” asked Seika with a chuckle, shaking his head.

Midoriya looked at Seika suspiciously before deciding to just let him sit down. It would be extremely rude of him to reject Seika even if he was doing it for a dare or had ulterior motives.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit with me,” approved Midoriya, motioning for Seika to sit down.

Seika smiled, appreciating Midoriya letting him join him. Setting down the stack of papers, he rolled his shoulders in relief. Midoriya peered at him curiously, not used to ever being with good company. Seika sat his bag down and slid into the booth.

“Thanks again for letting me sit with you. I love the student council, but they make it hard to get the paperwork done for the upcoming festival,” ranted Seika, situating the stack of papers before him.

Midoriya, feeling accepted enough to be able to ask questions, decided to ask one of his own. “All of those are just for the festival? Why’d you choose the library out of all places to get stuff done?”

Seika looked at Midoriya, seemingly surprised. The bullies couldn’t understand what Seika was doing. They were already pissed they had gotten their chance taken away from them. It didn't help that Seika was now acting strange after seeking out Midoriya. Bakugo looked ready to break his book bag strap.

Seika tilted his head to the side, happy to answer. “Yep! I'm in charge of approving and disapproving every single class’ activity. Usually, every student in every class has an idea. So, we have about four classes per year and each class has about 20-24 students. I have to get through all of them a week prior. Oh, and about your second question, I figured you’d be here.”

Midoriya was nodding, listening to Seika until the random and strange words escaped his mouth.

I figured you’d be here.

Midoriya stared at Seika in disbelief, worried he hit his head or got struck with a quirk. “Seika-san? Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m alright Midoriya. Why wouldn’t I be?” questioned Seika innocently.

Midoriya shook his head, fixing his notebook. “No reason. Well, I’ll let you get to your work.”

Seika slightly pouted, watching as Midoriya seemed to put all his focus back on his work. Seika stared for another moment before going to his work, flying through the papers.

The bullies had been snickering at the expressions of Midoriya. They had never seen him look so confused and worried for someone. What made it even better was how Midoriya’s concern was because someone wanted to be around him. Bakugo couldn’t help but be completely invested in the scene similar to a grandma watching a soap opera.

When the three saw the way Seika gazed at Midoriya lovingly, they all felt their faces drop.

The gray-haired bully, Hifumi, started, “No.”

Bakugo interjected his lackey’s moment with a helpful, “Fucking.”

“Way,” the brown-haired bully, Tejio, cut Bakugo off, finishing their little epiphany.

“Seika likes Deku.” The three said in unison.

They all watched like stalkers as the two worked together in comfortable silence. Bakugo saw a mindless haze coat Midoriya’s eyes as his head raised from the page he was staring at and looked out the window. Seika noticed the lack of Midoriya’s scribbling and looked up. Noticing he was in a trance, Seika glanced out the window to see nothing particularly interesting going on.

Looking back at Midoriya, Seika shamelessly took a moment to admire Midoriya. Bakugo couldn’t help but struggle to swallow the lump in his throat. He knew he had looked at Midoriya the exact same way, infatuated by the stunning view. He could see the way Seika’s grip on his pen just oh-so-slightly tightened as he stopped writing.

Eventually, Seika waved a hand in front of Midoriya’s face. Absolutely no response from Midoriya. Bakugo, Hifumi, and Tejio all freeze at the sight of Midoriya being completely out of it. Seika decided not to shout and tried to wave again. With no response again, he gently poked Midoriya’s hand. Midoriya instantly snapped out of it. Midoriya was quick to shoot his gaze over to be met with Seika’s kind expression.

“You were staring off Midoriya. You didn’t even respond to me waving,” explained Seika, looking at Midoriya in wonder.

Midoriya grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I have a dissociative disorder. It only ever really happens in school. I promise I wasn’t ignoring you.”

Seika smiled, waving his hand dismissively. “Nonsense. I assumed you were daydreaming so no hard feelings. Also—a dissociative disorder?”

It seemed to finally click for Bakugo. The feeling of dread slowly creeped into his chest. The Hifumi and Tejio look flabbergasted, not knowing what a dissociative disorder is.

Midoriya nodded, looking at Seika uneasily. “Yeah, I was diagnosed with it after my mother took me to a doctor after an incident. It’s really frustrating.”

“Oh really? I’ve heard about it before, but I don’t know the details of how it works. Is it hard to focus?” pondered Seika.

Happy to explain his personal experience with the disorder, Midoriya twirled his pencil. “Well, mine is mild in terms of my mental state. Whenever I get triggered or induce it, my mind will lock me out of my body. My body just runs on its own. It causes disconnection and lack of continuity between my thoughts, memories, surroundings, and actions. I basically escape reality.”

Hifumi and Tejio let their eyes widen as their gazes full of shock met. They figured Midoriya was an antisocial loser. Now it was brought to their attention that this was because of a mental disorder that they probably caused. Bakugo seethed from where he was sitting. He couldn’t understand how he had been so blind. It was obvious it was disordered behavior. It was obvious Midoriya had been dissociating. He had been admiring Midoriya and observing that he never actually reflected or saw it as something that was burdening Midoriya.

“Woah, so like depersonalization disorder?”

“I mean… kind of. I’m not exactly observing myself from outside my body and I never feel like I’m in a dream, but I do feel a disconnection or detachment from my body and thoughts,” elaborated Midoriya, not sure if he was making any sense.

Seika bowed his head, taking one of Midoriya’s hands in his two. “Thank you so much for sharing such personal information with me. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable in any way. If I did, I humbly apologize for not realizing this may be something you are sensitive about.”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, placing his free hand over Seika’s. “Oh no, please don’t apologize! You asked me about it kindly and respectfully. I wouldn’t have talked about it if I didn’t want to.”

Seika looked up at Midoriya relieved. “I’m glad. Still, I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Is it affecting your studies?”

“Not too much. I still get everything written down. All I have to do is just review the notes I wrote while dissociating. It’s a pain, but there's nothing else I can do,” sighed Midoriya, removing his hand to flip the page of his textbook.

Seika smiled, removing his two hands from Midoriya’s hand. “You are very studious.”

Midoriya smiled at his notes bitterly. “Well, that's all I can do.”

Seika shook his head, looking at Midoriya adoringly. “I doubt that. I feel like you could do anything you put your mind to.”

Midoriya looked ready to argue but bit his cheek and nodded instead. “Thanks.”

Seika frowned, he had said the wrong thing and Midoriya settled for silence. That was the barrier he was determined to break. He didn’t want their dynamic to be the weak quirkless student who believed he’d be disciplined if he attempted to defend himself and the powerful authoritative student with a quirk who barely had to lift a finger to get Midoriya expelled. Although technically that’s what it already was.

Seika looked at Midoriya who buried himself in his book. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but why do you wear such a face? Do you not think you can achieve anything you put your mind to?”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, looking up to meet Seika looking at him with such a strange look. Midoriya could sense anger, but none of it was directed at him. Midoriya could see a glint of desire and swallowed hard.

“Oh, it’s not that Seika-san. I’m just not used to uhh…,” trailed off Midoriya, fumbling to come up with an excuse or any kind of response.

“No, don’t feel pressured to answer. I was just worried I had upset you,” confessed Seika, once again stunning Midoriya.

Midoriya looked at Seika and smiled kindly at him, tilting his head gently. “Don’t worry, you haven’t upset me.”

Seika felt his posture straighten, looking at Midoriya lovingly.

Bakugo was quick to move, he wasn’t planning on letting this random extra waltz his way into Midoriya’s life. The end of the school year was rapidly approaching, and he was not going to have Seika be an irritating memory.

“Deku.”

Midoriya jumped but looked up to where Bakugo was standing. “Kacchan?”

Bakugo swallowed his pride and decided to use his only excuse to hang out with Midoriya without it sounding like it was his idea. “The old hag has been bugging me and wants you and Inko to visit soon.”

Midoriya perked up, all the attention that had once been Seika’s was gone. “Oh, of course! I’ll let Mom know.”

“Whatever. Now get the hell out of here, all the clubs left already,” demanded Bakugo, pulling out one toxic tactic to separate Midoriya from a potential friend or lover.

Midoriya smiled, rising from his seat. “Oh, you’re right. Thanks for letting me know Kacchan. Seika, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Seika waved Midoriya off with a disappointed expression. “See you around Midoriya.”

Bakugo walked back over to where his lackeys were with a wide smile. Hifumi had watched the entire encounter with a dropped jaw. Tejio was holding back laughter, enjoying the look on Seika’s face.

“No way you just did that,” snickered Tejio.

Hifumi nodded his head in approval. “While I’m impressed Midoriya listened to you, I’m even more shocked you didn’t bother looking at Seika.”

Bakugo shrugged. “I didn’t have to look. I sent him the message that I had Midoriya wrapped around my finger.”

“You’re evil dude,” sighed Hifumi.

Bruh I wrote this back in 2022 and found this deep in the google docs sorry if it's trash, but I honestly kinda like it even two years later

Number One Mistake

After a lot of convincing, Uraraka gave Midoriya enough courage to confess to his crush.

Class 1-A was now class 3-A, officially on the verge of graduation. Midoriya knew things would get busy and there was always the possibility of falling out of touch with his peers. Still, he was in love with his childhood friend Bakugo. He had no intention of letting go of the bond that he worked so hard on forming.

Now that Midoriya was planning on confessing he had romantic feelings for Bakugo, he knew a lot was on the line. If he confessed in his earlier years, there was always time to work on rebuilding their bond and moving on. That way he wouldn’t risk Bakugo avoiding him upon graduation.

If he were to confess now, there was a good chance things would still be awkward by the time they graduated.

That was a terrifying thought.

Uraraka was a pillar of strength for Midoriya. She wanted the best for her friend and believed it was better for him to ask and get rejected than never trying at all. While that wasn’t the only thing she said to convince her best friend to go for it, it was one of the main comments she made that pushed him.

Midoriya took a deep breath before nodding his head. “Okay, I’m going to do it.”

“Really?” gasped Uraraka with an excited grin. She was proud to hear her friend was going to profess his love to his long-lasting crush.

“Yeah… but can you be with me when I do it?” asked Midoriya gently, looking down at his scarred hands with a wary expression.

Uraraka paused, tilting her head to the side before her eyes shot wide open. “Oh! Yes, of course! But are you sure you want to do it over the phone?”

Midoriya nodded stiffly, shallowly breathing. “I think I would pass out if I tried to tell him how I feel to his face.”

“Makes sense. You look like you’re going to pass out right now,” chuckled Uraraka fondly, smacking Midoriya’s arm. “Now, get out the phone and do it! If you wait any longer you may back out.”

“Okay… okay. You’re right, I’m already starting to regret agreeing to confess,” admitted Midoriya as he wiggled his phone out his pocket. His fingers trembled as he moved around his screen to pull up Bakugo’s contact. It was at the very top as Midoriya purposefully pinned him.

“Oh god, I think I’m going to vomit,” cried Midoriya, feeling heat rush to his face as his heartbeat unsettlingly thumped in his neck, pounding in his ears.

Uraraka snuck her hand into Midoriya before offering a tight squeeze. “Breathe. He died for you how many times now? I’m sure a confession won’t ruin anything.”

Midoriya shook his head as he let out a grunt. “Let’s do this,” huffed Midoriya as he pressed the button to call Bakugo. Doing everything in his power to not chuck the phone across the room, he immediately put the call on speaker.

“Izuku?” answered Bakugo quickly, sounding rather calm.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” revealed Midoriya quickly, tearing off the band aid so he couldn’t backtrack. He felt like his chest was going to explode.

There was shuffling from the other end of the call before Bakugo’s voice met his ears again. “Is something wrong? Is this about One for All?”

“No! Nothing like that,” stammered Midoriya, rather embarrassed.

Uraraka smirked from where she was now sitting. There was something so amusing about how worried Bakugo had become about everything and anything revolving around Midoriya.

“So, what’s so important that you have to tell me?” inquired Bakugo, a bit of a teasing tone accompanied his question.

“I like you,” confessed Midoriya suddenly, the short profession was delivered as if it was punched out of him.

It was quiet for a moment before Bakugo cleared his throat. Midoriya was covering his face, rocking back and forth in full-fledged panic mode. Uraraka sat on Midoriya’s bed violently biting at her fingernails. Despite Midoriya being the one confessing, Uraraka was completely freaking out. There was something so jovial about high school confessions.

“You like me?” repeated Bakugo with an unreadable tone.

Midoriya felt some alarms go off in his head, but he was holding out hope. There was always that chance that Bakugo loved him back and they’d have a wonderful relationship. Still, there were a lot of unknowns in situations like this. Not only did Midoriya have to consider if Bakugo would be interested in him, but he had to consider if Bakugo was attracted to boys.

Trying to sooth his nerve, Midoriya convinced himself that there was a good chance Bakugo was homosexual. After all, he’s shown no interest in any girls before. Even if Bakugo signaled he wasn’t interested in dating, Midoriya was going to ignore that fact for the time being.

“Yes,” breathed out Midoriya rather shyly, his cheeks warm and a small smile on his lips.

“Ew.”

Midoriya froze, the pounding in his chest only picking up as the burning sensation of tears forming arose. The weight of his phone suddenly became unbearably heavy as his wrist started shaking. Uraraka tried suppressing her gasp, but it didn’t matter. Midoriya wasn’t focused on anything other than his heart breaking.

“You… don’t?” asked Midoriya with a quietness Uraraka hadn’t heard in a long time.

Uraraka wanted to snatch the phone from Midoriya and end the call. A part of her wanted to storm out of the room and deck Bakugo in the face, but she kept still on Midoriya’s bed as she allowed her best friend to fight his own battle.

“But you’re a boy?” remarked Bakugo plainly. The way he said it didn’t have much malice behind it, but there was a cloud of disgust that accompanied the fact that came out more as a question.

Midoriya held his phone in a limp hold as the shy smile had long faded. Whatever life had been in Midoriya’s face died as the spark in his eyes disappeared and a deep frown met his features.

While Bakugo’s distasteful comment wasn’t inherently mean, it killed whatever romantic attraction Midoriya had for the blonde. A simple rejection would have done the job rather than a cruel reminder of how Bakugo may have liked him if he were a girl.

Uraraka was ready to get up, take the phone, and hold Midoriya until he was ready to think again. But before she could get the chance to move, Bakugo’s voice reached the duo’s ears.

“Izuku?”

Without missing a beat, Midoriya turned the phone to his face and quickly ended the call. He had nothing more to say and he wasn’t going to give Bakugo the pleasure of a response to his off-putting answer to a confession. Midoriya let his phone slip out of his grasp and clatter onto the ground.

The worst possible thing that could have happened just happened. Bakugo rejected him. Not only did Bakugo reject him, but he did in the worst way possible.

Uraraka slid off the bed, walking on her knees over to where Midoriya was sitting on his All Might carpet. Midoriya remained frozen in place with his arm propped in the air and his hand still in the position it had been to let his phone slide off his hand. Slowly, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and pulled him close.

Resting Midoriya against her stomach, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and leaned forward to shelter his body. As soon as she settled into the position, she felt Midoriya’s body begin to shake. “I’m so sorry, Izuku.”

Whatever power those words held were enough for the rest of Midoriya’s resolve to vanish. He sobbed into Uraraka’s shirt, feeling like he just lost all of his worth in one minute. Once he was able to process what he was feeling, his mind only got worse as he felt like a horrible person for feeling undesirable upon being rejected.

“It’s his loss Izuku. You are an amazing person, and you have so much love to offer. If Bakugo doesn’t want you, there is someone even better and more deserving of your love out there waiting for you to find them,” reassured Uraraka, rocking Midoriya back and forth as her knees were burning.

“I’m such an idiot,” cried Midoriya out loud. He could believe that he ruined everything because he was too selfish. He should have lived in blissful ignorance, never knowing if Bakugo could have loved him back or not. Now he’d forever feel the sting of being a male whenever he heard Bakugo’s voice.

Four days passed by and Midoriya avoided Bakugo like the plague. If Midoriya was socializing with Kirishima and he heard Bakugo’s footsteps approaching, he would leave without uttering another word. If Todoroki invited him to train and Bakugo was going to be there, Midoriya shut down the offer quickly. It didn’t take long for the entire class to notice the giant rift that seemed to appear between Bakugo and Midoriya overnight.

After the second war, the two were inseparable.

Wherever Midoriya was, Bakugo was hovering nearby. They trained together, did school work together, and spent much more time with one another. Now it’s been days, and they had not been seen near one another once. Midoriya didn’t once mention Bakugo in conversation. Bakugo seemed more irritable than usual, but no one wanted to risk getting blown up.

Finally, Mina and Kirishima had enough. They assumed that Bakugo and Midoriya had been secretly dating for the past two years, and they weren’t about to let the duo suffer in silence.

“Blasty! We need to talk,” demanded Mina, as she pounded on Bakugo’s door.

After waiting five long seconds, the door flew open. An enraged Bakugo stood on the other side with his fist crackling with mini explosions. “Who the hell do you think you are banging on my door like that Pinky!?”

“An angry mother is who I am right now!” shouted Mina, shoving her way through, surprising both Kirishima and Bakugo.

“What is going on?” questioned Bakugo, following behind Mina angrily.

Kirishima tilted his head to the side and leaned it forward with an unimpressed expression. “Really bro? Do you really expect us not to notice how suddenly you and Midoriya haven’t interacted once in the past couple days?”

Bakugo crossed his arms, sneering at the duo. “It’s none of your business!”

“Well excuse us for being weirded out how Midoriya hasn’t mentioned you once and how you haven’t trained once with him,” remarked Mina, snapping rather fast at Bakugo. She didn’t like whatever was going on between her classmates. They were about to graduate high school and be official heroes. Now was the worst time for petty fights.

“He’s the one who’s been avoiding me,” revealed Bakugo with a strange tone.

Kirishima and Mina shared a concerned glance. Midoriya distancing himself from Bakugo was a bad sign. Nothing Bakugo had ever done in their first year had been enough to drive Midoriya away. With their bond being incredibly close, something really bad must have happened to cause such a dramatic reaction from Midoriya.

Trying to recall how Midoriya had been acting and behaving over the past four days, Mina and Kirishima were still left with no answers. The only thing they really know is that Midoriya has spent a large amount of time with Uraraka.

“Oh… do you have any idea why?” asked Kirishima calmly, growing increasingly more invested in whatever drama bomb they may have missed.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good idea why,” admitted Bakugo quickly, looking at his hand with a small frown.

Mina rolled her eyes, shoving Bakugo lightly. “Stop being so cryptic and just tell us what happened already.”

“Izuku called me and told me he liked me.”

Mina gasped so hard she fell into a violent coughing fit. Kirishima patted her back to try and help but was equally surprised by the news. They couldn’t believe Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t been in a secret relationship. As soon as the surprise faded away, a lingering fear arose.

Midoriya confessed. After said confession he avoided Bakugo and hadn’t mentioned him once. Bakugo rejected Midoriya.

“Dude… what the hell did you say?” responded Kirishima, aware that whatever came out of Bakugo’s mouth next would determine how hard the hit he was about to give him was.

Bakugo was quiet for far too long. Mina was standing in the corner of the room with her arms crossed. She loved Bakugo dearly, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with being a complete and utter idiot.

“I said ew.”

Kirishima punched Bakugo hard enough to earn a loud, “Fuck!”

Mina shook her head, raising a hand to cover her face. “You are horrible.”

“I know. That’s not even the worst part,” sighed Bakugo, taking a couple steps away from Kirishima.

“What did you do?’ whispered Mina, a panic rising to the surface. If her crush said ew at her when she confessed, that would have been enough for her to never show her face again.

Bakugo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as he looked down at his feet. “I uh… I may have said "but you’re a boy”.”

Kirishima raised both hands to his head as he simultaneously threw his head back. Mina on the other hand fell to the ground, covering her face. Bakugo watched their dramatic displays of disapproval and felt panic fully set in. He knew he fucked up the moment the words came out of his mouth, but the conversation was an uncomfortable one and he still gets mean when he’s nervous even if he’s been working with a therapist for the past two years.

In the end, Bakugo still would have rejected Midoriya. Not because he didn’t like Midoriya or that he didn’t find him attractive, but rather he wasn’t mentally prepared for a relationship. There was something so daunting about the idea even though he would enjoy dating Midoriya.

Not feeling like he'd be good enough was the one thing that would always make Bakugo the bad guy. He lets his insecurities get the best of him and he takes it out on those around him. He didn’t think he’d make a good partner, and he felt like he’d lose Midoriya forever for rejecting him. In the heat of the moment, he said whatever it took to push Midoriya away.

In an attempt to save his own pride, Bakugo had deeply hurt and invalidated the most important person in his life. Now the person he wanted nothing more than to be around no longer felt comfortable being around him.

He knew he had no one else to blame. It was clear in the reaction of his friends.

“I know I fucked up. I know I really really fucked up. I knew that within the seconds he didn’t respond and before he hung up on me. I’m a fucking idiot and I ruin everything good in my life,” vented Bakugo, clenching his fists tightly.

“Dude, now isn’t the time to throw yourself a pity party. Now is the time to go find Midoriya, apologize, and actually say what you meant to say. He clearly cares about you enough that he developed romantic feelings for you. I’m sure he’d appreciate you apologizing,” corrected Kirishima, not allowing for this issue to develop any longer.

Mina scowled at Bakugo, tugging at his ear. “If he doesn’t forgive you, I wouldn’t blame him. Really? Ew? That poor boy probably spent so much time mustering the courage to confess and you tell him ew? And then you point out that he’s a guy? You might as well have just called him a murderer and been on your way,” chastised Mina, feeling incredibly overprotective of Midoriya after the wars.

Bakugo didn’t fight back, knowing his friends were right. He screwed up and he had the responsibility of fixing it. Midoriya was in love with him, and it felt like a dream being confessed to. Yet, he felt unqualified and proved exactly why he felt that way.

Taking in a deep breath, Bakugo swiftly threw open his door, closed it behind him, and ran to the elevator.

Even if his apology was accepted, Bakugo knew that it would take a lifetime to make it up to Midoriya.

Epilogue: They get married and adopt five kids by the time they are thirty. Mina, Kirishima, and Uraraka all downed their shots bi-weekly, fully paid for by Bakugo. Kirishima and Mina got their shots for their role in knocking sense into him. Uraraka got her shots as payment for allowing Midoriya to hear him out when he showed up at Midoriya's dorm door to apologize.

No Justification for a Life Lived Without Passion

It all seemed so sudden.

Midoriya had been trying to pick up the pieces of his life after the war. After losing his quirk, he’d been trying to find his place in UA. Midoriya was so focused on trying to find himself again, he failed to see what was forming between his classmates.

Class 2-A was nearing the end of the school year when it came out that Todoroki and Bakugo had begun dating. Midoriya, who had loved Bakugo since childhood, was devastated.

Uraraka seemed worried for Midoriya because she was the only one aware of Midoriya’s crush on Bakugo. Rather than congratulating the new couple, Uraraka quickly rushed Midoriya off to her room.

“How could I have not seen it?” cried Midoriya, tightly squeezing Uraraka’s pillow.

Uraraka let out a shallow breath. “I knew they were getting closer, but I didn’t think they’d be getting closer romantically.”

Midoriya tried his best to speak, but sobs came out instead. Uraraka gently rubbed Midoriya’s back, pity in her eyes.

“It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t so worthless Kacchan would have noticed me,” wept Midoriya, his back hunching forward as he began hyperventilating.

“Never say that again. You are the greatest hero that’s ever existed. You are beautiful. You’ve done an amazing job despite the shit thrown your way. Never amount your worth to a boy’s attention,” lectured Uraraka, cupping Midoriya's face and shooting Midoriya a warning stare.

Midoriya wilted a bit, his lips wobbling. “I’m a horrible friend.”

Uraraka’s frown deepened, her concern getting worse. “Why would you ever say that? You’re an amazing friend. I couldn’t imagine anyone filling the space you have in my heart.”

“I should be happy for them. I should be down in the common room congratulating them. I should be laughing and doing something dumb with you, not crying in your room about heartbreak. I’ve been a crappy friend since the war,” revealed Midoriya, staring up at the ceiling.

Uraraka crashed beside Midoriya, grabbing his hand gently. “I’d rather be here to support you at your low points like you always did for me. While I hate to see you upset, I’m happy I can be here for you. There’s always another day to do something stupid and fun.”

Midoriya remained quiet for a bit, taking deep breaths as he gathered his thoughts. “I want to get away from here.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” asked Uraraka, curious as to what Midoriya was thinking.

“I want to see the world, maybe transfer schools. I don’t want to be some hero sidekick. I think that would hurt more than not being a hero at all,” confessed Midoriya, finally opening up about the thoughts he’s had since the war ended.

Uraraka sat up, looking down at Midoriya. “Really? You want to leave?”

Midoriya sat up, quickly grabbing tissues to wipe his runny nose. “Honestly… yeah. I just don’t feel like this is the place for me anymore. I feel isolated and trapped. I’m only here because of you all.”

“I don’t want you to leave, but I understand why you want to. Sometimes it’s hard to be here without all the reminders of the past. We used to be so youthful and happy,” reminisced Uraraka, recalling how innocent it all used to be.

“Now everything is so… so ugly,” commented Midoriya, picking at one of his dozens of scars.

Uraraka hesitated a bit before responding, “Yeah. I don’t know if you feel the same, but it also seems empty.”

“Mhm. Maybe it makes me childish, but I think Kacchan and Shoto getting together was my final straw,” mumbled Midoriya.

“Whatever you decide, just know I will support you and be there with you through every step,” reassured Uraraka, grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose.

The rest of class 2-A were shocked by the sudden news of a relationship. Kirishima was beyond confused. He had thought that Bakugo and Midoriya were in a secret relationship. There was this oddly electric tension between the duo.

Iida was supportive of Todoroki and Bakugo’s relationship, but he was extremely concerned for Midoriya. It was clear he didn’t take the news well and Uraraka was quick to drag him off. It was clear there was something he didn’t know.

Kaminari and Jiro were supportive, cheering on Bakugo for making a move. Many students decided to confess their love after the war, worried about the possibility of never being able to get the chance to. Kaminari and Jiro were one of the couples and they were going strong.

Many others in the class were surprised and happy. It was always fun to have a new couple to tease and pick on.

When Todoroki and Bakugo decided to tell the class that they were dating, they were the most excited to see Midoriya’s reaction. They couldn’t wait to see his shocked expression and hear his happy analysis mumbling which was rare since the war.

They did not get the reaction they expected. Midoriya’s eyes widened in shock, but a smile didn’t accompany it. His pained expression came as fast as it left, but both Todoroki and Bakugo saw the hurt in his face.

Midoriya was quick to cover up whatever he was truly feeling and offer a smile. Except his smile was nothing in comparison to the blinding, toothy smile we wore day in and day out when they were first years. 

Before they could reach out to him or even look to one another to make sure the other saw his reaction too, Uraraka made a move. Uraraka wasn’t smiling as she snuck her hand into Midoriya’s and guided him away.

Midoriya didn’t put up a fight and mindlessly followed. They watched as Kirishima turned to ask Midoriya and Uraraka what was up, but quickly shut his mouth after seeing something.

Kirishima shot Uraraka a thumbs up with a sympathetic frown and Uraraka nodded her head in response.

Todoroki and Bakugo quickly felt concern bubble to the surface. The first thing that came to mind was that something was going on with Midoriya that they weren’t aware of. The second thought they both shared was that something was going on with Midoriya that they should have been aware of and completely forgotten.

“We’ll talk to Izuku later,” whispered Bakugo, resting a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

Todoroki nodded, raising a hand to rest on top of Bakugo’s. “Okay, good. I’m worried.”

Midoriya spent a lot of time with Toshinori after the war. When all of class 2-A tried avoiding Midoriya to avoid their feelings, Toshinori was the one Midoriya could open up to.

The mentor-student, father-son duo bonded deeply over the loss of One for All. Toshinori was nearing the end of his mental recovery and Midoriya was in the beginning of his. They lost it within a year of each other so they could bond over something they miss. They could bond over being quirkless, gaining a quirk, and being quirkless again.

After Midoriya could maintain his composure for longer than five minutes, Uraraka suggested that Midoriya talks to All Might. “I think All Might would be a great person to talk to about wanting to get away. Maybe he could offer some advice or wisdom,” offered Uraraka, flashing a gentle smile.

“You’re right. I’ll go talk to him now,” agreed Midoriya, feeling a lot better with Uraraka guiding him in the right direction. Right now, he needed someone he admired and someone who would want the best for him.

Uraraka rose from her bed and tightly hugged Midoriya. “I just want you to know… no matter what you decide to do, I’ll always want you to be a part of my life. You are the best friend I could have asked for and I don’t plan on letting you escape our friendship.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” laughed Midoriya, carefully hugging Uraraka.

Midoriya stood by the elevator and called Toshinori. “All Might.”

“Young Midoriya!” cheered Toshinori from the other side of the phone.

“Can we talk?” asked Midoriya shyly, suddenly feeling nervous that Toshinori might reject.

“Of course. Is something wrong?” inquired Toshinori, concern laced in his tone.

Midoriya panicked, not wanting to worry Toshinori. “Not necessarily! It’s just I have a lot on my mind, and I wanted to talk about it with you.”

“Well, perfect you called me now! I’m going on my afternoon stroll. I can meet you in front of the 2-A alliance and you can join me,” invited Toshinori, practically beaming where he was standing.

“Okay, I’ll be down quickly.”

“See you soon, Young Midoriya.”

“See you, All Might.”

Midoriya quickly took the elevator down to the ground floor and quickly made a beeline for the entrance. Most of class 2-A was still down in the common room and watched Midoriya make his way out.

Kirishima jumped up from his seat and rushed over. “Hey Midoriya!”

Midoriya quickly turned to face Kirishima with a kind smile. “Hi Kirishima, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” revealed Kirishima, lowering his voice to keep people from hearing.

Midoriya couldn’t stop the surprise from showing on his face. “Oh, uh,” stammered Midoriya before taking a deep breath and smiling. “I’m okay. I just needed a moment. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Kirishima shook his head with a toothy smile. “Nonsense! You have nothing to apologize for! But seriously… I thought you are Bakugo were dating and just hiding it from everyone.”

“Well, I can’t lie… I thought Kacchan felt the same way. Guess I was naive and too blind to notice the truth,” chuckled Midoriya bitterly.

“If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you. I actually wanted to ask you to go to a hero convention with me. I bought two tickets, but Kaminari ditched me at the last minute,” wined Kirishima, throwing his head back dramatically.

Midoriya clapped his hands together, excited that hero conventions were still happening. He hadn’t had the time to think about silly things like that in a while. “I’d love to go with you!”

Kirishima perked up, beyond relieved. “Really? Great! I’ll text you the details later. Anyways, where are you going?”

“Oh— crap! I am going to have a talk with All Might! Sorry! I really must go! He’s probably waiting on me!” rambled Midoriya, backing away quickly to the doorway.

“It’s alright man! See you later!”

Midoriya threw on his shoes and ran out. Most of the class had heard the part that Midoriya was going to talk with All Might. His panic was loud enough for everyone to eavesdrop. Looking out the window, they watched as Midoriya approached All Might who was standing by the bottom of the stairs.

Toshinori naturally opened his arms and Midoriya quickly rushed into the embrace. After a quick, but tight hug, Toshinori appeared to ask Midoriya a question. Whatever Midoriya said stunned Toshinori, but Toshinori didn’t appear to be completely surprised by whatever was said.

“So, what did you want to talk about, Young Midoriya?”

“I think I want to move away from here,” confessed Midoriya, a bit worried about Toshinori’s response.

Toshinori took a moment to compose himself and respond, but he smiled. “That’s understandable. May I ask why?”

“I don’t think I want to become a hero just to be a sidekick. That may make me a selfish person, but I don’t think I can mentally handle being so close yet so far from my dream,” explained Midoriya, beginning to walk.

“That doesn’t make you selfish. I understand why you’d rather just scrap it all than be a sidekick. What would you rather do than be a hero? Have you thought of that?” questioned Toshinori, wanting to make sure Midoriya had mapped out his plan thoughtfully.

Midoriya nodded, looking up at the sky. “Yes… I was thinking about going to the US and becoming a support item developer with Melissa Shield. Since we are both quirkless and interested in heroes, it would be cool to work together.”

Toshinori perked up at that. He was very fond of Melissa despite the betrayal of her father, David Shield, who had been his sidekick. “That’s a great idea. I’m sure you’d easily be able to transfer to a school in the States. I’d even accompany you since I’m familiar with California.”

“Really? You don’t think I’d be making a mistake?” questioned Midoriya, feeling a bit uneasy.

“If leaving Japan for a couple of years would make you happier and allow you to try something new that would bring joy to your life, I don’t think you’d be making a mistake,” rationalized Toshinori, providing Midoriya with a new outlook on leaving UA High.

Midoriya smiled, feeling a bit relieved. “Yeah. I think I’ll finish this school year and transfer over for my third year.”

Toshinori grinned, holding a thumbs up. “You could even do a student exchange program. You could remain a hero student and try out different things.”

“Yeah… I’ll talk to Aizawa and Nezu about it. I think leaving for a bit would be for the best. I was already on the fence, but today pushed me over the edge,” sighed Midoriya, looking down at his scarred hands.

“What happened?” questioned Toshinori worriedly.

Midoriya’s face glowed a bright red as he realized he’d never really talked about his love life before. “Well, it’s a bit embarrassing to say out loud but, I like Kacchan… romantically.”

“Ah, I figured something more was going on between you too,” chuckled Toshinori, happy to hear Midoriya wasn’t afraid to love.

“Kacchan… is dating Todoroki,” whispered Midoriya, feeling his throat tighten from having to say it out loud. The wound was still too fresh.

Toshinori stopped walking, feeling his heart break as he watched Midoriya crumble before him. “Oh, my boy, I’m so sorry.”

Midoriya didn’t fight it when Toshinori wrapped him up in his arms and gently rubbed his back. Midoriya rather melted into the touch as he began to cry again. “I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, you're far from it,” argued Toshinori, refusing to let Midoriya talk badly about himself.

“I should have confessed when I had the chance. I should have noticed that Kacchan had his eyes on someone else. I was just delusional,” cried Midoriya, tightly squeezing Toshinori’s shirt.

Toshinori frowned as Midoriya cried into his chest. He hated to see Midoriya cry. Watching your kid experience his first heartbreak was devastating. There was nothing you could do to help.

Toshinori took a deep breath before pulling back. “I may not know what it’s like to fall in love with my best friend and they fall in love with another. But I do know what it’s like to never confess and regret it later. As the number one hero, I was never able to keep a long-term relationship. Whether it was out of my control, or I was scared.”

“Really?”

“Really. So never feel bad for not confessing but take it as a lesson. Many people experience what you are going through. Take this moment and never hesitate when it comes to love,” encouraged Toshinori, offering Midoriya a heroic smile as he wiped away Midoriya’s tears.

The rest of their walk was peaceful. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm. Midoriya cherished moments like these. The war seemed like a faint memory when the world was so beautiful, and he was spending his time beside the man he grew up admiring.

Uraraka and Midoriya agreed to meet after dinner to talk. It just so happened that Todoroki and Bakugo chose that time to approach Midoriya to check up on him.

“I’m really worried about Midoriya,” sighed Todoroki, wishing the elevator would move faster despite Midoriya’s dorm only being on the second floor.

“I’m sure Izuku’s fine. We are probably being paranoid,” guessed Bakugo, going against his better judgment.

By the time they reached Midoriya’s floor, they could faintly hear him talking. The couple paused, carefully inching closer to Midoriya’s dorm room door. They could hear Uraraka's voice as well.

Todoroki and Bakugo exchanged a wary glance. They thought Uraraka and Midoriya had already talked today. They were curious when Uraraka and Midoriya got close again considering the two had distanced themselves after the war.

“See, I told you he’d be the best person for you to talk to!” gloated Uraraka for being right.

“Yeah, he was supportive of my plans and ideas,” noted Midoriya, his voice upbeat.

The shifting of sheets could be heard from inside the room before Uraraka asked, “What is your plan? I don’t think you ever told me exactly what your ideas were.”

Todoroki and Bakugo were equally lost. Midoriya hadn't mentioned plans or ideas recently. The last serious conversation Midoriya had with either of them was about how his training was going. Even then, he didn’t have much to say.

Neither Todoroki nor Bakugo realized how little they knew about Midoriya anymore.

Midoriya was quick to respond to Uraraka. “I was planning on moving to the United States. Specifically, California to work with Melissa Shield. Since we are both quirkless, it would be nice to work with her.”

Bakugo felt his heart momentarily stop, horrified to hear Midoriya wanted to leave. After the last time Midoriya left UA, he’d never heard Midoriya entertain the thought of leaving again. It would be an understatement to say Bakugo didn’t want Midoriya to leave. He dreaded the mere thought of not seeing Midoriya each day. He couldn’t imagine not being able to see Midoriya smile and hear him say Kacchan.

Todoroki felt sick, unable to imagine not having Midoriya at arm’s reach. After having Midoriya there at every stage of his life, he didn’t want to lose someone so important. Still, Midoriya has been nothing but supportive to him, so he wanted to return the same support.

“That’s actually a really good idea! Are you planning on continuing your hero education or are you going to change your goal?” questioned Uraraka with excitement in her voice.

“All Might said he'd set me up with a foreign exchange student program if I wanted. That way I could get the best of both worlds. Still, I think I may just go into support gear with Melissa,” answered Midoriya, still leaning more toward giving up on being a hero.

It was quiet for a bit. Todoroki and Bakugo remained frozen in place, waiting for Midoriya and Uraraka to finish their conversation before fully panicking.

“You sure you don’t want to be my sidekick? We’d be one hell of a team,” teased Uraraka, even though there was a trace of sorrow in her voice.

“No… I wouldn’t even want to be Kacchan's sidekick,” opposed Midoriya quickly.

“Damn. Is that just because you don’t want to be a sidekick that bad or is it because of your unreciprocated feelings?” interrogated Uraraka, struggling to make light of the entire situation.

Bakugo felt his entire world stop. Izuku Midoriya had a crush on him. Midoriya, his childhood friend, loved him. Deku, the boy he fought next to during a war, wanted to be with him. Midoriya liked him the entire time.

Todoroki on the other hand felt incredible guilt. While it wasn’t his fault and Bakugo had been the one to ask him out, he couldn’t help but feel like he stole Bakugo from Midoriya. He couldn’t help but feel like he was inconsiderate of Midoriya’s feelings. If he had known Midoriya liked Bakugo, he would have never accepted the confession.

“A mixture of both. It may sound stupid but after the war… I fought with my mother so hard to let me stay here. At that point in time, you all were ignoring me. Kacchan was all I had, and I didn’t even know how to talk to him… but I stayed because of him. Now that he’s with Todoroki, I don’t have anything to stay for. They have each other now,” lamented Midoriya, feeling a bit empty now that he was saying it out loud.

“It’s not stupid. It makes a lot of sense. Besides, an upside to you going to the United States for a bit is you’ll have the opportunity to move on,” offered Uraraka, feeling bad for Midoriya.

Midoriya seemed a bit happy as he announced, “All Might said he’d even go with me! Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

Uraraka gasped, clapping her hands. “That would be perfect! I think having him around would be good for you. Since you’ll be experiencing a lot of changes by moving.”

“I’m a bit nervous to move because of that. Making new friends while learning a new language and picking up a new career goal is a lot,” sighed Midoriya loudly.

“You’ll have no problem making friends!” refuted Uraraka, offended Midoriya was nervous about having to make new friends.

Midoriya was quiet in response. Bakugo and Todoroki shared a concerned glance. Uraraka's voice greeted them first. “Deku? What’s wrong?”

“What if they think I’m worthless or ugly? I’m covered head to toe in scars, my hair is uneven, I’m quirkless, I’ll be the UA High dropout,” listed Midoriya, not bothering to downplay his concerns.

“Listen to me very carefully. I said this earlier, but I think you need the reminder. You became the greatest hero to ever exist. Those scars are reminders of the blood, sweat, and tears you sacrificed for the safety of others. Your hair will finish growing out by the time fall comes around.”

Midoriya opened his mouth only for Uraraka to shush him violently. “Silence! You won’t be known as a UA dropout. You fought in a war that many pro heroes didn’t survive. Everyone will be super excited to be in a class with you! Besides, who cares if you’re quirkless? You could probably lift this entire building with your pinky.”

Midoriya couldn’t help but laugh at that last comment. “I guess you’re right. Still, I just don’t think I’ll ever be the same. I don’t want to give up on being a hero, but the world is unfair.”

“Why don’t you take up Toshinori’s offer? Be a foreign exchange student in the hero program. Work with Melissa and have her develop support gear for you. You can still be a powerful hero! You still have all your combat knowledge under your belt,” suggested Uraraka, trying to motivate Midoriya to not give up on his dreams.

“I’ll talk to Aizawa about it. I’m not even sure if I’ll end up moving to America. I just think I’d be a lot happier if I got away from this place,” admitted Midoriya.

Bakugo and Todoroki rose to their feet and tried to gather their thoughts. Todoroki whispered to Bakugo. “What if we pretend to get off the elevator? That way he won’t know we overheard.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” agreed Bakugo, sneaking into the elevator before closing and opening the door.

The duo was talking at a normal volume and immediately noticed Uraraka and Midoriya stopped talking.

Bakugo knocked on the door, trying to remain calm. “Izuku? It’s me and Todoroki. Can we come in?”

“Yeah, Uraraka is here too,” answered Midoriya calmly.

Bakugo opened the door and walked in. Todoroki followed close behind, stopping to slowly close the door. The first thing both noticed was that Midoriya’s room lacked its usual amount of All Might merchandise.

Bakugo nodded at Uraraka before confronting Midoriya. “What’s going on Izuku? You’ve been off today.”

“It’s just been a weird day,” answered Midoriya shortly, not even sure how to speak to Bakugo anymore.

Todoroki frowned, sitting in Midoriya’s desk chair. “Are you sure that’s it? You seemed off this morning and even seemed a bit off when talking to Kirishima.”

Uraraka turned to Midoriya, curious. “You talked to Kirishima earlier?”

“Yeah, Kirishima approached me earlier. He just invited me to a hero convention. I was super excited and agreed to go, but I guess I just started thinking about how different everything is now and how I haven’t had time to go to one,” rambled Midoriya, quickly coming up with an excuse.

Todoroki nodded, knowing that wasn’t the truth, but took it. “Oh, that makes sense.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, wanting Midoriya to be honest. “What about this morning? You were acting strange. Pink Cheeks here dragged you off.”

“It was a rough morning, that’s all. I’m fine,” dismissed Midoriya, not planning on telling Bakugo or Todoroki anything.

“Okay, as long as you’re okay. I was worried,” replied Todoroki, not wanting Midoriya to withdraw any further.

The rest of the talk was bland and awkward. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugo were aware of how broken their friendship was, but there was no easy way of mending it. The war changed each of them so much and they never took the time to talk about everything that happened. They seemed to dodge the touchy subjects and handle them on their own.

Bakugo had to deal with the trauma of dying on the battlefield and the effort it took to rehabilitate his arm and strengthen his heart while also being careful. Todoroki was busy dealing with mending his broken family and the physical recovery of each person. Toya was the worst and Enji was in close second. Still, Todoroki didn’t have any desire to open up about what was going on or how he was feeling about the situation.

Midoriya was dealing with something else entirely. Midoriya was still trying to recover from the events that occurred early in the year. The large number of near-death encounters he had provided his nightmares with unlimited fuel. The backlash from countless civilians in the fallout of the first war made him scared to show his face in public. Seeing all his friends and idols injured and fatally wounded on the battleground was horrifying and those moments would forever be imprinted in his mind. Those were just some of the things Midoriya had to deal with. He also had things like losing both of his arms, feeling like he failed to save Tenko, missing the past users of One for All, and being quirkless again.

There was so much Midoriya held inside and struggled to cope with. Midoriya knew his friends needed just as much help as he did, but he never truly bounced back after initially feeling ignored. It was very similar to the isolation he felt when he was young and quirkless.

Bakugo and Todoroki never reached out and Midoriya was too depressed to put energy into maintaining relationships. Now Bakugo and Todoroki were happily dating and finally seeing just how badly they failed Midoriya.

Midoriya completed his second year at U.A. High before quickly leaving for America. Toshinori and Inko followed closely behind, ready to give Izuku the future he deserved. Class 2-A, now 3-A missed Midoriya's presence, realizing too late just how much he needed their attention and support. They had to watch Midoriya mentally and physically recover through news articles, reports, and social media posts.

Todoroki, Bakugo, and Uraraka never told anyone the reason why Midoriya left Japan and U.A. High. Even though Todoroki and Bakugo broke up shortly after five months of being together, they’d forever remember they were the final nudge Midoriya needed to leave.

You hold me now…

I started and finished this at the very start of the year but forgot to post it here

God, i just realized that you are so underrated... BKDK AND TGCHK NATION WAKE TF UP-

i'm here for the one sided BKDK angst ITS A VIDEO

practicing stuff and things and stuff to make little silly things and stuff

BNHA After The 431 Part 3

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some quick sneak peeks part 3 for this week-

I swear I wasnt thinking about kirideku or kiribakudeku but it might be perceived that way too in this pic too I guess...

some quick sneak peeks🤭

QUICK I’M WRITING A SCENE FOR A BKDK FIC SOMEONE HELP ME

which street fighter characters would katsuki and izuku main? specifically to fight each other? QUICK I NEED HELP

get your angst, get your angst!

sad gay people for sad gay people

if you like bkdk angst-

i uploaded chapter two of my bakudeku fic >:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54716140/chapters/142233532

Bakugou: What on Earth are you talking about?

Deku: Oh well, it's just, people on the internet think we are dating! Isn't that so funny, Kacchan? Haha.....

Bakugou:

Bakugou: Are we not dating?

Horikoshi: Yeah, aren't you guys dating?

invisible string x bkdk

coney island x bkdk

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helloooooo i wanted to ask to see if you’ll write a bakudeku x fem!chubby!reader smut, where reader has hip dips and stretch marks and isn’t proud of them. but then deku and katsuki come along and show her what she’s not seeing in herself.

if you don’t feel like doing this then please ignore thanks >.<❤️

First off this is my first inbox ask and I cried a little bit when I saw it! Thank you so much for reading and sending this ask! I’m so excited and I would love to do this! I actually already had something in the works as a comfort piece for myself and this was just the motivation I needed to finish and post it! Hope you enjoy!

Convincing

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), pre-established poly relationship, angst with happy ending(s—see the double meaning there? *wink wink*), hurt-comfort, horrible self-image, internalized fatphobia, a little self-indulgence writing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight degradation but in a good way. Please lmk if I missed anything!

This was more of a plot with porn because I wanted to end it on a sweet note that I had, but I’m happy to add a second part with more smut if you want—this honestly ended up being more of a self-healing writing experience featuring my own struggles with my insecurities than I had wanted, and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting anon, but sometimes that’s just where the writing takes me. I can always add another dirtier part but I hope that you still enjoyed it! Please lmk!

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It was supposed to be a nice surprise for your boys. You were supposed to look so cute and sexy, just for your heroes. But looking in the mirror, you don't feel that way. Your chest is practically spilling out of the pretty black material with orange and green trim, and not in a way you like. You had bought a set for both Izuku and Katsuki with the release of a line of hero lingerie, hoping that the night might turn into something that could take their minds off work after such a stressful week, but looking at the Dynamight set you're sporting, you suddenly don't feel like it. You feel uncomfortable in your skin as you stare at the reflection, thinking about how it looked so much better on the model. And suddenly that thought is ruining the makeup you'd spent so much time perfecting.

You wanted to look and feel so pretty, but now you just look and feel like a mess. You have no idea what was wrong either. You bought the right size with the cutest garter and stocking to go with the sets...and you were so excited for them to arrive! You'd done your hair and makeup, you shaved and moisturized every inch of skin that you could, you put on your favorite perfume (coincidentally Katsuki's favorite too), your favorite lipgloss (coincidentally Izuku's favorite too). You felt good about yourself...until you put on the first set. You hate the way it looks on your body...but maybe it's just the specific set! Maybe it's just that the cut wasn't falling right on your figure. You have a newfound hope as you strip the Dynamight-inspired set and replace it with the green lingerie that matched Deku's hero suit. You even switch out the black stockings for a pair of red ones to match his signature red sneakers.

But again, your smile falls as you face your glass reflection. Your eyes begin to scrutinize every imperfection and you watch the tears roll down your face and smudge your makeup. Your hands gently graze your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. Your nose scrunches up and your mouth pouts out as your breathing picks up angrily with your irate sobs, your frustration rolling off of you in waves.

You're so stuck in your head about how upset you feel over your own body that you don't even hear Izuku opening the front door and padding through your apartment. He opens his mouth to call out for you when his pro-hero-level hearing tunes into your small hiccups and whimpers. His bright smile falls immediately, and he resists every urge to activate One For All to speed over to where he could hear your quiet cries. His steps are so soft as he peeks through your bedroom door, seeing you in the cutest lingerie that perfectly shows off the lovely curves he and Kacchan adore so much. And it's designed after his hero suit! But...he can't understand your sobs. Why would you be crying while looking like such a perfect vision?

"Bunny?"

It's like a switch. Your sobs go silent, your shoulders tense, and your arms curl around your torso. But how could you be so cruel to obscure Midoriya from his favorite view?

"Bunny, what's wrong?"

You scoot over to your bed gently, pulling the top blanket over your shoulders. You refuse to show your face with your back towards him. "Hey, honey, I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon." Your voice was broken and shaky, tearing little holes into his heart with each syllable. "I was just...changing."

"Bunny...I-I'm actually a little late..." He watched you freeze before hearing your desperate attempt to lighten the mood with a breathy little laugh.

"Oh, I must have lost track...I'm almost ready. Just finishing up. I'll be out in a minute."

"Bunny..."

You shuffled around in a hurry, busying yourself with getting ready. "Really, I'll just be a moment if you'd like to wait in the living room. Or you could go wash up. I'm sure work was a bit hectic."

"Bunny." His voice was stern and you froze in your frenzy of pretending to be okay. He walked up behind you, slowly, cautiously. He gently placed his hands on your stiff shoulders and urged you to turn around. He maneuvered your body to face him, but you refused to look up into his emerald eyes. His fingers grip gingerly at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. He's always loved your eyes glistening and the sight of your makeup smudged, but it was always under different, much more passionate and erotic circumstances. But this—the broken and deer-in-headlights look on your face—this he didn't love. "Talk to me, pretty girl."

Something just...breaks inside you and the tears start up again. You feel so vulnerable, so...not pretty, that you don't know how to react other than to push at his hard chest as hot, angry tears roll out of your eyes. He barely budges from his spot though as you attempt to throw him off you. How dare he? How dare he call you pretty when you look like this? When you had mascara streaking down your ruddy cheeks and your skin was spilling over the cursed set strangling your body? How could he look at you so sweetly and so adoringly? His arms enveloped you, pulled you into his chest, and shushed you sweetly. "Bunny, please talk to me. What's wrong?" You shook your head against his chest, a denial on the tip of your tongue. "Don't say it's nothing. It's not nothing." You push away from him again, nearly stumbling back. Before he could utter another word, however, a gruff voice made itself heard.

"What's going on here?" The both of you turn to look at the ruby eyes that bore into you. Your arms instinctively wrap tighter around yourself, hiding away from the second gaze that was roaming over your blanketed body. As the silence grew more potent, Katsuki's trained eyes studied the two of you, a brow twitching at the sight of your tear-streaked face. "You two get into a fight?"

"No, no," Izuku immediately defended, flailing his arms in front of himself as if the motion would swipe away the thoughts in Kacchan's head. "Not fighting...Bunny, however, is keeping something from us."

Us. So alienating. They had a habit of doing this, of teaming up against you when it was for your benefit. You want to say you hate it but, typically, that was a lie. However, tonight was an exception. And you hated how they were so determined to pull back the curtains that kept you hidden and protected from their pity and false flatteries.

"Oh, yeah?" Katuski takes a step closer to you, his heavy combat boots booming across the flooring. "What're you hiding, Teddy Bear?"

Your nose wrinkles, your brows pull together, and your hands push against a solid chest. "Nothing." You turn your head away from the two, your eye catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your scowl only deepens before you turn your head away, grip tightening on the blanket around you.

"Seriously?" Katsuki tsks. "You gonna fuckin’ lie to me, pretty girl?"

"Can you both just stop that?" You feel the fury rising from your gut. You can't even verbalize what you’re feeling to yourself yet the two men are demanding answers from you about it, teasing you with such a cruel nickname. And you just have to put a stop to it.

"Stop what?" Izuku pleads. "Stop asking what's wrong?"

Katsuki's eyes squint at your figure. He noticed how you bristled when he addressed you moments before. "Or stop calling you 'pretty girl'?" He definitely sees your shoulders stiffen more at that. Bingo. Izuku's eyes go wide at that, noticing the chilliness in the air suddenly. "I'm not gonna stop calling you that, it's the truth."

"Bullshit," you grumble lowly.

"'Scuse me?" Katsuki snaps back. Your head rolls back on your shoulders, a bratty huff releasing in an exhale. Turning around, you finally look the explosive blonde in the eye with your own eyes rimmed red and an impassive expression marring your lovely features.

"You heard me," you slowly utters, your tone eerily calm. "Stop calling me pretty. It's just bullshit." Izuku looks as if you had physically smacked him with your words, his eyes going wide and teary. Katsuki looks like you'd just insulted his mother—well, maybe not his mother—but like you'd just dragged All Might's good name through the mud.

"Oi!" he snaps viciously, his body immediately moving towards you, rough hands grabbing at your face, fire in his eyes. "No one talks about my girl that way! Not even you!" Scoffing, you slap his hands away, though you refuse to back down. Instead you retaliate by getting in his face. You and Katsuki had that bad habit of refusing to back down. Whether you were right or wrong, it didn't matter.

"You cannot seriously tell me that this is pretty!" Dropping the blanket, you turn away from them and back to the mirror, your hands clawing at every imperfection that you had picked apart beforehand, fingers pinching at the bits of cellulite and the stretchmarks that outline your skin. You're so busy marking off your least favorite parts of yourself, your eyes blurring with the frustration spilling out in salty droplets, that you don't notice the looks in their eyes. "Can you honestly tell me that you find this pretty?"

"Yes," Katsuki stresses, his frustration seething into that single word heavily. "How fucking dense are you, bunny?"

With a wrinkle of your nose, you open your mouth to spit back a retort, but it soon dies in your throat at the meek sound of your greenette boyfriend.

"Do you think these are ugly?" Izuku spoke up, voice watery and broken. Your eyes meet him in the mirror as he pulls up his sleeve, showing off the scars sporting the previously mangled and crooked limb. Your wrath ebbed at the inquiry. A hand ran shakily through your hair, an unsteady breath tickling past your lips. You turn towards him, noticing the tears shining in his gemlike irises that you hadn't noticed through the looking glass.

"Izuku..." you breathe out softly. "You know that's not what I meant."

"But how's it different?" He pesters, a scoff rising from his throat as he rips his shirt off. “These marks are apart of me now, and no, I don’t think they’re pretty, but every time I think of you and Kacchan, I remember why I have them. And…every time I look at them I remember when you’ve touched them or kissed them. I look at them now and I don’t remember the pain of getting them. I remember how you made them feel special and beautiful.” He stomped over to you at that, hooking his hands on the backs of your knees and sending you falling against the mattress, your body splayed out just for them. “And now, I’m gonna show you exactly how you made me feel about my scars.” His lips hungrily claim yours, a surprising contrast to how his fingers ghost over the sides of your stocking-covered thighs, and then drag up to your hip dips, then your love handles before localizing his grasp to your waist while his thumbs trace over the stretch marks weaving up your stomach. He barely pulls away from your addictive mouth to breathe against your lips, pulling a shiver from your body. “How’re you so blind? Do you really think that this wouldn’t get to me? To us?” His hips grind into yours, pulling small moans from both of your throats at the slightest friction against his achingly hard dick. “God, look at whatchu do to me, bunny…look at whatchu do to him.” His fingers dig gently into your cheeks to turn your attention to your other boyfriend who strokes himself through his sweats, bottom lip slotting between his teeth. The blonde makes a show of pulling out his hardness from the confines of his sweats, gripping the base and groaning before tugging slowly, as his eyes never leave yours. Despite knowing that cock intimately—its shape, its weight, its velvety drag against your sensitive walls—you still blush whenever you see it and its true size in comparison to his meaty hands. The sight always leaves you to wonder how it ever fits inside you. "See that, bunny?" Katsuki let out a chuckle as you mindlessly nod your head in answer.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, honey?" The blonde asks while slowly stroking the monster between his legs. "You gonna let us show you how pretty you are?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your eyes downcast, and your stomach turns, trying to push down the negative feelings that arise at the word. A rough hand reaches out and grips your chin, turning your eyes to the pair that stare down at you. "Why do you hate being called pretty so much? You're perfect, baby, we want you to believe that."

You can't help the way that your voice comes out in such a soft lilt. "I don't know how to believe that..." And the sound just breaks your boys' hearts.

A scarred hand comes up to tilt your head back, sets of vermillion and viridian eyes gazing into your own. Izuku leans down, his lips brushing over yours while whispering, "Take your time, we'll prove it to you," before he surges forward to capture your mouth in a sweet kiss. He barely pulls away from you to stare into your eyes, silently conveying his pure need for you to understand his words. His lips slowly start to pepper your lips, the corners of your mouth, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck...and then another set of lips was pressing into your temple, traveling down to your nose, making their way back to your lips. Hands are everywhere, gently grazing your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. A gentle set of palms rest against your knees for a moment before tearing them apart as a body is slot between them. The finger swiping through your core over the fabric sends a strong shiver up your spine and a moan bubbling in your throat.

Katsuki chuckles while watching your reaction. “Doin' somethin' right, Deku. Our girl is so sensitive.”

“Love how responsive she is,” Izuku groans, nose nudging at your puffy lips through your panties before a tongue shyly pokes out, making your legs twitch. Izuku huffs out a laugh as he pulls your underwear to the side to appreciate your shaved pussy. “Aww, you put in all this effort for us, bunny? You didn’t have to do that. We love how you are always.” Before another bratty response can come out of your mouth, a warm, wet muscle is swirling around your clit tentatively. Yeah, that effectively shuts you up and shuts out those ugly insecurities floating in your mind.

You barely register the mirthful lilt of Katsuki’s laugh as he watches Izuku work. “Gone dumb already, bun? Is that whatchu need, huh? Need us to wipe your mind clean and start from scratch to make you believe that you’re beautiful? Then so be it, honey. I’ve got all the fucking time in the world, baby.” He nearly rivals Izuku’s sinful tongue tracing his and Katsuki’s names in kanji over your clit with those words of his. Every time he opens his mouth in the bedroom is a work of fucking art, and this moment was no different as the men wear you down and pick your body apart in the best way possible. “Oh, you got nothing to say now, bunny? Good. You just shut up, lay back, and let us take care of our gorgeous girl. It’s all about you tonight.”

And they do. In every sense of the word, they take care of you. In the way that Izuku’s mouth slurps up your arousal and teases your entrance with a set of crooked fingers, in the way that Katsuki spills pure filth and praise from his lips while he strokes his cock in front of your face, showing and telling you all the ways that you make his body crave yours, in the way that Katsuki’s fingers soothingly drag through your sweaty locks as Izuku brings you to your first orgasm, and in the way that Izuku just doesn’t stop worshipping your body or your sweet pussy. Your boys know how to take care of their beautiful girl.