drew the sillies again
-an excerpt- -bkdk-
Summary: Izuku’s been hit with a quirk that translates his emotions into colored patches on his skin, and anyone who touches him can feel those emotions. He tries to hide it…until he doesn’t.
Tags: fluff, love confessions, communication
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Katsuki shrugged. Tried to appear calmer than he felt. “Depends,” he hedged. One glance at the nerd told Katsuki he could see right through him. “Close your eyes.”
Regardless, Deku obliged. Katsuki took a steadying inhale and breathed out, “I feel the same. About you.”
A wobbly smile overtook Deku’s lips and he pushed his face into the side of his mattress. It looked to Katsuki like he was trying to smother the pure force of his excitement so as to not frighten him off. Deku didn’t yet realize that Katsuki wasn’t scared of this. Of them. That it actually felt a lot like reaching safe harbor after weeks spent lost in a storm-ridden sea. Then Deku turned his head, cheek still resting against the blanket, mouth still smiling, eyes still closed, and said, “Even the years of misunderstood childhood admiration?”
It was a lighthearted comment and Katsuki knew he was meant to concede agreement here. Lean into the joke and accept Deku’s unwavering patience with grace. Accept his forgiveness. Deku quirked a brow in concern when Katsuki stayed silent. “Kacchan?” he asked. “I didn’t-”
“It was repressed but it was there,” Katsuki conceded instead.
Katsuki 100% had a twisted form of respect for Izuku in childhood and I’ll die on that hill. Why else would deku be perceived as a threat at all instead of just another extra? If Deku’s quirklessness really made him useless why would Bakugou try so hard to force Deku into a power hierarchy?? In this essay I will-
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Io sono interessato a scorprire le amicizia italiani per parlare con mentre imparo la lingua! Il mio blog è in inglese ma io parlo di scrivere e l’anime (sopratutto my hero academia).
Mi mandi un messaggio se interessa o se hai una raccomanda italiana per i film/le serie, musica, o i libri :)
Bakugou: Hey you want a tarot reading?
Momo: Those are Pokemon cards.
Bakugou: You got a Magikarp.
Momo: …
Bakugou: It means ‘fuck you’.
Bakugou: dunce face, he's gonna find you. start over.
Kaminari: start what? over.
Bakugou: no. start over.
Kaminari: start what? over.
Midoriya: *appears over Kami like the specter of death* gotcha! :)
Kaminari: ..im cooked. over.
bakusquad all dressing up as gemg dynamight for halloween but it's split into deku, todoroki, and kirishima, who did it because they love bakugou, and kaminari, sero, mina, and jirou who did it to make fun of him
please tell me Izuku’s “a bf is someone who takes you to the amusement park and holds your hand and shares a crepe with you” is from some obscure All Might movie with a romantic subplot
Tsu: hey Ochako, do you want to go to the amusement park this weekend?
Izuku: *gasps*
Ochako: yeah, sure :)
Izuku: *starts to cry* I’m so happy for you two!
And Katsuki would be the only other one in the room who gets it bc they’re the worlds biggest All Might nerds
Psych (2006) really is just "Hi, we're detectives with the police department, and here's this weird guy who follows us around. No we can't stop him. We like him. Also here's his best friend. We can't stop him either. We tried."
This time I’m doing a 500 word limit challenge to practice effective storytelling and characterization so if you’d like to send a request please leave a comment or send an ask like this:
[Character] + [headcannon] + (optional) [canon-verse or AU]
If you don’t have a preference for the setting, I might play around with AUs or maybe different aspects of the canonverse
I’m gonna limit this to MHA for now but that’s still a pretty wide range of characters so please don’t hesitate to request something! I'd really love to hear your headcanons! As always, please only sfw requests
Here’s one i wrote for practice as an example but i hope i get much better with practice (fic below the cut!)
500 words | Katsuki Bakugou + afraid of frogs + AU: no quirks (and this is part of a larger au of mine where aizawa/present mic are bakugou’s guardians)
"You!" Katsuki shouted, socked feet planted on top of the dining room table and Aizawa's heaviest textbook held threateningly above his head.
Aizawa paused with his hand still resting on the doorknob of their home, blinking slowly. The bag on his shoulder was heavy with ungraded essays.
"Me," he agreed flatly. "What are you doing on the table?"
"I've fucking told you not to leave the backdoor open!"
Aizawa hummed, pulling off his shoes and setting down his things in the entranceway. Vaguely, he remembered stepping onto the back patio with a cup of coffee early this morning, though he couldn't remember opening the door at all, let alone sliding it shut.
"How many frogs are in the house?" Aizawa asked, stepping around the table to warm up the kettle. He could feel Katsuki's glare doing its best to burn a hole through the back of his head.
"Four," Katsuki seethed.
Aizawa kept a careful ear out while he opened the cupboard above the stove, debating between the cat mug he'd found at a yardsale and the orange one Hizashi had made for him last christmas. Faint croaking carried over from the living room. And maybe the staircase.
"Didn't you fucking hear me?" Katsuki demanded, his reflection blob-like in the silver kettle.
"Four frogs," Aizawa repeated, though he suspected there were only three.
"Four pests," Katsuki shot back through gritted teeth.
"I believe the neighbor's call them 'beloved pets', and I'm not willing to cover up another murder like I did with Rafael."
Katsuki scoffed, though the sound was reedy with unease. The croaking had grown louder.
"Stupid thing shouldn't have jumped at me while I was using the blowtorch."
"Do you hear that, frogs?" Aizawa called out, flicking off the stove. "Beware of blowtorches in the hands of teenaged boys who should not have had them in the first place."
Aizawa spared a backwards glance to find the textbook finally drooping, though Katsuki's grip on the pages remained white-knuckled.
"Are you ever gonna let that go?"
Aizawa leaned his back against the cold countertop, cradling the orange mug between his hands and blowing lightly at the steam. "Not in your lifetime." He could see a frog resting on the third stair. "Why don't you call your friend already so she can catch them?"
Katsuki's left eyebrow twitched- temptation, Aizawa was certain- before drawing low.
"Fuck no! Frog Face is my second mortal enemy!" Then he crossed his arms. "Besides, I saw some exposed wiring on their house yesterday."
"You cannot blow up their house," Aizawa sighed. He could still remember a six year old Tsuyu returning a handmade eviction notice to their door, Rafael poking out of her shirt.
"He spelled eviction wrong," she'd said before skipping away, unbothered.
Aizawa tipped his head to the side. "But at least your tactics have evolved."
Katsuki glowered. “You're not. Helping.”
"Fine," Aizawa said, pulling their butterfly net from its place on the wall. "I'll play hero."
"Bastard," Katsuki hissed. “Hurry up.”
MHA tweets pt.11- buggy business
Hi! For the writing ask game, #17 for to kill a dead thing or #6 for the seven station chronicles, whichever you prefer :)
Ooooh okay! Going to go with #17 because I don’t really have an interesting answer for #6
pick a color to represent each character.
Alexi: dull gold (#F0CF03)
Andreia: vivid cyan (#12E3F0)
Viv: electric green (#33E807)
Iskra: dark blue (#05188C)
The Thief: bright purple (#9711F3)
Izzy: bright red (#F90400)
Toshka: dark green (#107014)
I hope you like them! Thank you for the ask :)