Thinking About Rocker Shinso Rn

If ghosts were real—well, Bakugou didn’t believe in ghosts, but if they did exist—they lived in the spaces people left behind.

And you happened to have left behind too many.

It wasn’t just the obvious things. Not the clothes still folded in your drawers, untouched. Not the way your books still sat on the shelves, the spines cracked from overuse, the pages filled with notes in the margins. Not even the stupid coffee mug you always used, the one you once swore made everything taste better, still sitting exactly where you left it on the kitchen counter (because it had his and your face printed on it).

No, the spaces you left behind were quieter. More insidious.

Like the empty seat across from him at the dining table, where you used to sit, eating straight from the pot that one night because, “Why dirty another dish?”

Like the sound of the bathroom door not opening in the morning when he’s actually using the toilet—dammit, you didn’t even have the care in the world to give your boyfriend some privacy—the absence of your muttered complaints about how the water took too long to heat up.

Like the other side of the bed, cold and untouched, where he still reached out in his sleep, half expecting to find you there. Anticipating to hold you closer to him.

Grief was a strange thing to Bakugou.

It wasn’t like pain. Pain was easy. A broken rib, a busted lip, the sharp sting of impact—those things, he knew how to handle. You grit your teeth, you clench your fists, you keep moving. That was what you did. That was the kind of man he was.

But grief wasn’t like that.

It wasn’t a punch he could take and shake off. It was a weight pressing down on his chest, invisible but suffocating. It was the silence of an empty apartment. It was the echo of your voice in his head, the way his brain still filled in the blanks in conversations you should have been part of.

It was standing in the grocery store, staring at the shelf, reaching for the brand of tea you liked before stopping halfway, fingers hovering in the air, before dropping his hand back to his side.

What was the point?

He hated how much space you had taken up in his life. Hated how even in your absence, you still lingered, threading yourself through his routine, his thoughts, his goddamn muscle memory.

But more than anything, he hated how much he wanted it to stay.

Because if ghosts were real, then maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely gone.

He hadn’t cried. Not when he first got the news. Not when he stood at the funeral, jaw locked so tight it ached. Not when he walked through your apartment alone for the first time, every corner of it filled with your presence, your things, the remnants of the life you lived.

But tonight, he was exhausted.

Physically. Mentally. It comes down on him like something tangible, something inescapable—all at once.

And for the first time in a long time, he spoke into the silence.

“…This is fucking stupid.”

His voice was hoarse, rough from disuse.

Nothing answered.

Of course, nothing answered.

Still, Bakugou exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’d be so pissed at me right now.”

The quiet stretched.

Bakugou let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Tch. You always said I was too stubborn for my own good. But look at you. Still haunting me, huh?”

His eyes flickered to the couch, where you used to sit cross-legged, laptop balanced on your knees, pretending to listen to whatever bullshit he was ranting about while actually getting work done.

A strange, bittersweet feeling lodged itself in his chest.

“…You remember that time you swore up and down that ghosts were real?” he muttered, voice quieter now. “I told you you were full of shit.”

Silence.

His fingers curled into fists. “Kinda wish you were right.”

No answer. No sign. Just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint buzz of the city outside the window.

But in the quiet, he thought—just for a second—he could hear it.

A breath. A whisper of movement. The sound of something shifting just out of sight.

He knew it was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him.

But still, Bakugou closed his eyes, exhaled, and let himself pretend.

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hello

hi. nirvana is cool. i like worms on a string. play welcome to wormtown when it comes out. its gonna be a fire game.

ONLY Bakugo? 🤨 (admit the truth girl)

ok tbh everyone that doesn’t annoy me in MHA is hot

ok a complete list:

bakugo

shoto todoroki

aizawa

hawks

shinso

tamaki amajiki

shigaraki

dabi

twice

jiro

uraraka

kaminari

midnight

sero

monoma

kirishima

kendo

should i go on?

Daily Neuro-Divergent Character #47

Tsuyu Asui!

Aka Froppy!

From My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia!

Asui has Autism in our hearts! (Head Canon)

bakusquad <3333

sero is taking their picture btw

based on this reference image i saw on pinterest haha !!

Not the censoring of Minetas name 💀

Blud HATES Mineta

well i mean he doesn’t have any redeeming qualities 🤷‍♀️

guess who got an A on their test that they didn’t study for! I guess writing mha headcanons does make me better at school.

requests are highly appreciated!!

what part time jobs i think that the baku squad (+jiro and sero) would have

(i might make a part 2 with other students if people want)

katsuki bakugo

It seems fairly obvious that he’d work in a restaurant to me

specifically a fast casual restaurant like panera

they tried to have him be a cashier once and never again because he has horrible customer service skills (no shit)

he acts like Carmy from the bear despite the fact that half of his job is reheating frozen stuff

will crash out if someone leaves their area a mess

works as much as possible and is insanely dedicated despite the fact that he makes minimum wage

kyoka jiro

she’s a cashier at a record store

wears band shirts so she can flex when grown ass men ask her to name 5 songs

DEFINITELY uses her employee discount

Eijiro Kirishima

Hear me out he’s a swim coach for kids

he originally tried being a lifeguard but would freak out and think people were drowning when they were just swimming

He is actually really good with kids and overall good at his job

Denki Kamanari

He’s been fired like 8 times

the only place he can get a job is the grocery store where he’s a stocker

spends all his money the minute he gets his paycheck

Hanta Sero

He’s a drive through attendant at the same restaurant as Bakugo

He works a lot to get money for you know 🍃

He picks a new random accent to talk in for each customer when he gets bored

Mina Ashido

She’s a receptionist at a hair salon

When she doesn’t like a client she’ll tell them that they’re all booked up when they really aren’t

eats all the lollipops they have in the jar for customers

biggest shit talker and gossips with the customers and cosmetologists

You better write those fics we talked about 😈

oh god im scared

i hate haters

i hate hypocrisy

i hate lists

i hate people who type in all lowercase

i hate irony

i hate donald trump (this ones fr guys)