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DEKU! @smallmight
All Might stan and nerd by day, also those things by night. Check me out on twitch and youtube to see me do stuff :D
614 Following 892.4K Followers
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DEKU! @smallmight
“you’re nerdy as shit and so are all three fucking million people that follow you” – kacchan
anyways thank you so much for three mil on twitch!! love you all very much (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
[Image: an All Might cake with a 3-shaped candle in it]
carrot is in love w villains @carrotsticks
Replying to @smallmight WE LOVE U TOO DEKU ITS WHAT U DESERVE!! <3333Honey | mirko’s fluffy tail @honeycomb
Replying to @smallmight kacchan has such a way with words 💕💕max @freckledeku
Replying to @smallmight and @honeycomb ikr…almost like he’s proud of deku or smthng 😏😏
Ochako✿ @uwuraka
do no harm but take no shit 💖
wifey: @alienkween
230 Following 365.2K Followers
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Ochako✿ @uwuraka
STREAMING MON, WED, AND FRI ON TWITCH!! Come watch me play games and rant about my gf <3
Shouto ✓ @todo_shouto
I like soba
42 Following 2.3M Followers
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Shouto ✓ @todo_shouto
Go follow @smallmight and @uwuraka they’re my friends that are more interesting than me :)
DEKU! @smallmight
Replying to @todo_shouto alskdkdf todoroki!! you’re very interesting and cool don’t sell yourself short!!!Ochako✿ @uwuraka
Replying to @todo_shouto who gave you the right to be this sweet shou, ilysm
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If you told twelve-year-old Izuku Midoriya that in seven years’ time he’d have three million people wanting to watch him rant about superheroes and play his favorite video games, he would either cry about that being far too many people or not believe you for a second. But here he was, nineteen years old, surrounded by his four closest friends, and celebrating just that. With a piece of a cake made for him by Kacchan, no less, who he lived with. Tell that part to twelve-year-old Izuku and he probably would’ve grinned and said I knew it, because he always did know his friend would come around.
“I’m surprised you’re not crying right now, Deku,” Ochako joked, smirking at him from the couch where she was cuddled up with her girlfriend, Mina. Todoroki nodded his agreement.
“He did that already,” Kacchan deadpanned from the kitchen, making Izuku laugh sheepishly, “for like, two fuckin’ hours.”
“Not that long!” Izuku protested, earning blank, unbelieving stares from all four of his friends. Izuku shrunk back in his chair a bit. “It’s a big deal to me…”
“As it should be!” Mina declared, lifting her glass of soda to the air, “If you cry, then you cry, Mido, more power to you!”
Izuku raised his own cup meekly in reply, feeling his cheeks burn and watching Kacchan join the rest of them in the small living room area of their shared apartment. Him, Kacchan, Todoroki, Ochako, and Mina had been friends since high school and managed to stay friends after graduation, thanks to Kacchan and Mina going to the same high-ranking fashion school in their city and the other three going to the same college, also in their home city. Izuku was forever glad for that, as he would’ve been heartbroken to be separated from any of them, and utterly lost without Kacchan.
It had even been this group of friends that got him into streaming in the first place, originally with Ochako showing Izuku someone she’d seen talking about comic books on a stream, who he disagreed with so strongly he’d picked up the courage to start streaming himself. His initial popularity boost was surely in large part to Todoroki tweeting about him to his millions of avid fans – perks of being friends with a famous child actor, apparently – but even after that his follower count just kept growing. Lots of nerdy people in the world, he guessed.
“Damn, Bakugou, I always forget how good of a baker you are,” Ochako hummed through a mouthful of cake, snapping Izuku out of his head.
Kacchan glared at her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean, Cheeks?”
“It’s a compliment, Blasty, just take it,” Mina smirked, picking a spare chunk of frosting off her girlfriend’s plate and licking it off her fingers.
“It means you’re amazing at everything you do, Kacchan,” Izuku grinned at his childhood friend, who just rolled his eyes. Kacchan was truly good at everything he did, because he worked so hard at it, and there was no doubt in Izuku’s mind he’d be a great designer one day.
“Are we going to play something?” Todoroki asked, taking Izuku’s attention off Kacchan.
“Sure!” he chirped, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV, “Did you want to stream or just be us?”
“Three million celebration stream!” Ochako cheered, leaning forward to snatch a game controller off the coffee table. Mina and Todoroki agreed, and when Izuku turned to Kacchan, he just shrugged.
“Your fuckin’ party or whatever.”
“Well, I still want you to play,” Izuku said, holding out a controller to Kacchan, who stared at it for a second before accepting.
“Fine,” he conceded, shifting further towards the end of the couch, “just keep my fucking face out of frame.”
“Of course!” Izuku agreed, moving to turn on the webcam he kept set up by the TV and get his computer ready to stream. Kacchan had always been a very private person despite his parent’s fame in their industry and being friends with two popular streamers and one actual celebrity, but he didn’t seem too opposed to being heard on their streams or in Todoroki’s Instagram stories. As long as his face wasn’t shown, Kacchan would kick Izuku’s ass in a video game any chance he got.
Izuku finished setting up the stream and posted an announcement to his Twitter, and soon enough viewers started flooding in and spamming the chat with hellos and congratulations that made him smile.
“Hey everyone!” he greeted, taking his seat at the edge of where the camera frame lay, next to a just out-of-frame Kacchan with his other three friends on the couch on his other side. “I’ve got some friends over right now and we’d thought we’d play some games to celebrate three million of you lovely people!” His friends, minus Kacchan, said their hellos to the viewers. “Kacchan’s here too,” Izuku added with a grin, reaching off-camera to pat Kacchan’s soft blond hair and earning a slap to his hand.
“Fuck off,” Kacchan sniped as Izuku laughed.
“That’s mean, Kacchan,” Izuku fake pouted, “You’re supposed to be congratulating me.”
“Was the damn cake not enough for your greedy ass?” Kacchan shot back with an eyebrow raised.
“The cake was amazing,” Izuku smiled, then turned to face the camera again, “Kacchan made me a cake because he’s actually a very nice person who-” Izuku was cut off by Kacchan’s socked foot pressing into his face and pushing him back into Todoroki. “Mmpf!” He shoved Kacchan's foot off his mouth and was met with a very handsome, amused smirk. He felt his cheeks suddenly heat at the sight, mustering a glare and trying not to get flustered. “Rude!”
“Never slander my name again,” Kacchan said as their friends laughed behind them.
Chat
ShimuraNana: congratulations deku!!!
justalittlebeekeeper: wooooo three mill!! you deserve it 😊
[MOD] TheEighthUser: ocha and mina are here!! best gfs uwu
anquelbean: kalsdfdkj deku and kacchan back at it
CloudFormations: you love 2 see it
TenkoTenko23: Kacchan’s voice how I missed you <3
LesbianNebula: ‘never slander my name again’ lmaooo
“Come on, you two!” Ochako said loudly, drawing Izuku’s attention away from Kacchan and back to the matter at hand – he noticed that happened often with Kacchan sitting in on streams, he’d completely forget about being filmed or watched by anyone outside of Kacchan himself. “Let’s get to playing, I want to kick Kacchan’s ass,” she smirked, careful to use the nickname that was attached to Kacchan’s only internet presence through Izuku’s streams.
“Like hell you will, Mochi Cheeks!” Kacchan snapped.
“What are we even playing?” Todoroki asked.
Izuku grinned. “Mario Kart, and I’m going to kick all your butts.”
“Just say ass,” Ochako and Kacchan said in unison, then each made matching looks of disgust at the other as Mina and Izuku snickered.
“Something they agree on!” Mina laughed, earning a look of betrayal from her girlfriend.
“Fine!” Izuku giggled, “If you both insist, I’ll kick all your asses!”
Many rounds later, Izuku had no idea who was winning overall, thanks to the competitiveness of him, Kacchan, and Ochako, and the fact that Todoroki had grown up the youngest of four children. But what he did know was that the second he finally beat Kacchan, he declared himself total victor and said the game was over.
“Absolutely not!” Kacchan snapped, glaring at him with his controller gripped dangerously in his hands. Izuku grinned at him and puffed his chest out in an overdramatic pose.
“Deal with it, Kacchan, you lost!”
“He did beat you,” Todoroki added helpfully as Kacchan narrowed his eyes further.
“I’m gonna kill you,” Kacchan growled, hardly threatening to Izuku at this point and really only serving to make him blush slightly.
“You’re on camera,” he pointed out, “there’s no way you’d get away with it.”
“Oh yeah?” Kacchan challenged, setting his controller down and raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, try me-” Izuku cut himself with a yelp and a laugh as Kacchan grabbed him by the legs and dragged him off the couch and out of frame, holding him so he hung upside down in the air, which was a very impressive show of strength and made him glad for the blood rush to his face. “AH! Kacchan!”
He flailed his arms around until he grabbed onto Kacchan’s ankle, yanking on it, and only realizing how stupid that was when Kacchan yelled in surprised and toppled backwards, Izuku landing haphazardly on top of him as someone’s limb hit a tall lamp and sent it crashing to the ground. Kacchan’s instincts were just barely fast enough to catch the top before the lightbulb shattered against the hardwood, and his cussing was almost drowned out by Izuku and the rest of his friend’s laughter.
“Deku!” Kacchan yelled, making Izuku laugh even harder as Kacchan shoved him off.
“That was-hah! That was your f-fault, Kacchan!” Izuku managed through his laughter, then winced at the sore spot on his back where Kacchan’s knee had hit him. It was moments like these when he understood why his mother has seemed slightly concerned at the prospect of him and Kacchan renting an apartment together. They’d had the tendency to a little carried away ever since they were kids, and that did not stop when they turned eighteen.
“Fuck off, that was on you!” Kacchan protested, slapping Izuku’s leg with his free hand.
“Is the lamp okay?” Izuku asked, sitting up.
Kacchan nodded and winced. “God fucking dammit, now I’ve got a headache.”
“Woops!” Izuku laughed, pushing himself to his feet and making his way back on camera, grinning lopsidedly at his viewers, “Well, now my back hurts, so I think I’ll end it here. Thank you for watching and thank you so much for any donations! Love you all, catch you next time.”
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bread @bag_uette
Ochako is all of us watching Deku and Kacchan lmao
[Image: a gif of Ochako watching Izuku talk to someone off screen, then turning to smirk at the camera]
ishi @edamame
ASDKLFDFKD DID THEY BREAK A LAMP WHILE WRESTLING?? IDIOTS I LOVE THEM SM #Deku
pixie @funkyclouds
no thoughts just deku’s smile when he’s talking to kacchan <3
[Image: screenshots of Deku smiling softly or smirking at someone off camera]
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The next morning, Izuku woke up to his alarm and dragged himself out of bed to face the day. Kacchan’s bed was already empty, and he could hear his roommate moving around in the kitchen outside, because despite being the opposite of a morning person Kacchan never let himself sleep in on weekdays. Izuku preferred to fit in extra hours whenever he could, especially with his busy life as a full-time psychology student and a streamer.
“Good morning!” Izuku smiled as he entered the main room of the apartment to find Kacchan warming up leftover miso soup in the microwave as he did something on his computer and mumbled a greeting in response. He was wearing his glasses, red eyes narrowed and concentrated on his screen, one finger pressed into his lips and brows furrowed like every time he got focused, and Izuku would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel something. Really, seeing Kacchan do anything made him feel that something, but he tried to ignore it. Kacchan was his closest friend, of course seeing him would make him feel…warm, or whatever. “What are you working on?”
“School thing,” Kacchan muttered, and Izuku knew he wouldn’t be getting more of an explanation than that, at least not until Kacchan was done with whatever the project was. As Mina would say, he was in the Fashion Zone.
Instead of bothering him, Izuku just made himself some breakfast and sat at the counter, pulling out his phone to check for any important notifications before he had to go to class for the day. There were more congratulatory replies from friends and fans – it was so weird to think that he had fans, but he didn’t know what else to call them – and a few message alerts from people sending him things they thought he’d want to talk about.
And then he found the Kacchan comments. There were always Kacchan comments when Kacchan joined him on streams, and sometimes when he wasn’t there at all, because his little voice cameos had that much impact on people (Izuku understood one hundred percent, of course). Many of them fawning over Kacchan’s deep voice – which, okay, they had a point – and even more seeming to claim he and his roommate had some sort of relationship beyond friendship. Those suggestions never failed to make Izuku think he was about to pass out.
Him, dating Kacchan.
Or, more accurately, Kacchan dating him. Yeah, not likely, and very not true. Maybe his viewers thought that because they couldn’t see how way out of his league Kacchan was – Izuku had been told he was cute a few times by people that weren’t his mother, but Kacchan was…Kacchan was hot, if he were to put it bluntly. Kacchan was hot and cool and Kacchan, he was just Deku, and that was that. Their Venn diagrams were far from intersecting in terms of dating.
Therefore, Izuku thought it was best to ignore the tweets and chat messages the best he could rather than embarrass himself in flustered attempts to explain that they were just friends. He ignored them, Kacchan never saw them, it was all fine.
He got back from classes later that afternoon to an empty apartment with Kacchan still at school for what he guessed would be a few more hours, since it was nearing finals season and his friend preferred not to bring his projects home where Izuku would undoubtedly do something stupid like spill soup on cashmere or step on a pin cushion. Kacchan only ever brought a sewing project back to the apartment if he absolutely had to, but Izuku loved it when he did. Seeing Kacchan in his element, all focused and intense, was amazing.
Izuku worked on his own classwork for a while, texting Kacchan to ask him to pick up groceries for dinner before he got home in between drafting papers and taking diligent notes on textbook chapters about his favorite subjects. After a few hours of work and response from Kacchan that said ‘fuck you’ that let him know Kacchan was on it, it reached the time in the afternoon when he was usually online. He quickly finished the last part of his assignment and grabbed his black and green headphones, then logged on to Twitch and started a new stream. It didn’t take long for viewers to start coming in, spamming the chat with exclamation marks and hi deku!!s that never failed to make him both flustered and happy.
“Hey everyone!” he said to the camera, smiling. It had taken him a while to get comfortable talking to a camera when he wasn’t just rambling about superheroes, but he liked to think he was better at it now than he was back in first year of high school. “Sorry for starting a little later than usual, I had to finish up an assignment. My professor is pretty harsh about late work.”
Chat
[MOD] TheEighthUser: hi deku!! :D
AbsolutelyNot: Good job being a good student!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
Frogzz: ughhh, school is ew
anquelbean: yikes, strict professors suck :/
HoneyComb: what was the assignment? (also congrats on 3mil!!)
“Thank you!” Izuku said, reading through the chat messages he could see, “Yeah, my professor’s pretty strict but he’s a really good teacher. And the assignments are super interesting! They just take a lot of time,” he continued, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his unruly hair. He should probably take a shower. “But, you know, life of a college student.” He lowered his voice to an impression of All Might’s. “I’m an adult now, so I have…responsibilities.”
He laughed at himself to his empty room, Kacchan’s voice popping into his head unannounced to tell him how stupid he sounded. Screw off, Kacchan, he’s an adult.
“Anyways,” he snickered, opening Steam on his desktop and clicking on one of his favorite games, an All Might RPG he and Kacchan used to play as dorky eleven-year-olds squeezing in next to each other in front of the Bakugous’ TV. “My brain is tired, so let’s beat up some nomus!”
He played the game for an hour or so, answering questions in the chat and rambling about the history of the game and any easter eggs he happened to notice as an All Might super-fan who knew way too much about this bullshit – Kacchan’s words, not his, as if Kacchan knew any less about niche nerd things that he did. He got so caught up in all of it he didn’t hear the front door of the apartment open, or the first few times Kacchan called his name.
“This specific nomu design is actually one that’s been around since the original All Might comics, which is why it’s recognizable to a lot of-”
Izuku’s rant was cut off by the door to his and Kacchan’s shared room opening with a bang and Kacchan’s gruff voice snapping, “Deku.”
“WAH!” Izuku yelped, startling up so suddenly he nearly fell out of his chair and slapping a hand over his racing heart, “-chan! Kacchan! Hi!”
Kacchan glared at him from the doorway with one eyebrow raised. “Come on, fucker, you’re helping me unpack groceries.” Before Izuku could respond, Kacchan hooked his foot through the armrest of Izuku’s wheeled chair and yanked him out of frame.
“Ah, okay!” Izuku yelped, quickly shedding his headphones to avoid yanking his whole setup off his desk with the still plugged-in wire and scrambling out his chair before Kacchan could pull him all the way into the kitchen. “Be right back, everyone!” he chirped, pausing the game with a little wave at the camera before following Kacchan into the kitchen, where his friend had started putting things away after abandoning Izuku’s chair in the bedroom doorway. “Thanks, Kacchan!”
“You’re doing it next time,” Kacchan responded, tossing him a bag of vegetables to put in the fridge.
“Sure,” Izuku answered, “But only if you give me a list, otherwise I’m buying all the wrong things again and you’ll get mad at me.”
“I got mad at you because you bought two fucking vegetables, Deku,” Kacchan huffed, glaring at Izuku out of the corner of his eye. Izuku grinned back sheepishly grabbing some more items from the grocery bag to put away and finding that Kacchan has bought a few small cartons of strawberry milk.
“Ah!” Izuku gasped, “Thank you, Kacchan!”
“Whatever,” Kacchan said, not even looking up to see what Izuku was talking about, “Just make sure to save some for the rest of the idiots.”
“Aw, Kacchan, you’re being nice again,” Izuku smiled, only for his smile to drop as Kacchan turned to glare menacingly at him, revealing the eyes of a design student on crunch time that did not need to be messed with right now. “I gotta go back to my stream now thank you bye!” he blurted before making his quick, tactical retreat back to the bedroom with a carton of strawberry milk and a fuzzy feeling in his chest. Kacchan seemed to love pretending that he thought of his friends on accident or only in passing, but that didn’t change the sweet things he did every so often.
“I’m back!” he announced, slipping his headphones back on and lifting his carton, “and Kacchan bought me strawberry milk!”
Chat
LesbianNebula: yum!! (*^▽^*)
NerdCandy: wow kacchan how kind of u 😏😏
RedWingHawks: simp behavior methinks…
carrotstix: I love strawberry milk!! <3
DabiDabiDoo: is kacchan going to play with you?? I missed him last night im sad
BubblegumMirko: wait I wanna hear more about the nomus! (/≧▽≦)/
Izuku elected to ignore the comments about Kacchan, sipping his milk as his cheeks heated even thinking about the suggestion of the possibility of Kacchan doing anything close to simping for him, instead focusing on the messages on what he’d been rambling about before.
“Okay, back to what I was talking about,” he smiled, setting down the milk carton, “the nomu character that I was fighting was designed by Horikoshi way back in the very first All Might comics, which is why merch designs nowadays still have nomus with those bat-like wings even though they’re all so different!” He glanced back at the posters on his side of the room to look for any sign of the nomu that he could show the viewers, only for the door to the bedroom to open again as Kacchan came back in.
“Wait, nerd, before you get back into your dumb shit,” he smirked, and Izuku noticed one hand hidden behind his back. His childhood instincts immediately screamed at him to run away from whatever Kacchan was holding, so he shuffled his chair back a bit.
“What…?” he said, trying to hold back a nervous laugh as Kacchan continued to smirk at him. Then, to his surprise, Kacchan stepped between him and his desk, effectively blocking out the camera with a view of his back. Izuku was suddenly so overwhelmed by Kacchan smirking at him from point-blank range that he hardly noticed his friend slipping something over his head until he’d left, not a word more spoken and hot-faced Izuku in his wake. Well.
Izuku blinked a few times at nothing to get his brain back in order, then focused on his tiny self in the corner of his monitor to see just what Kacchan had put on him, hoping it was nothing that would embarrass him more than he was already. He couldn’t hold back his laughter when he found a pair of bunny ears on his head, and he didn’t try to, making sure to glare the best he could out his open doorway as he did. “I was seven, Kacchan!”
“You’re welcome, Small Might!” Kacchan yelled back, and Izuku could clearly imagine the subtle smile he was no doubt wearing somewhere in their living room. “Go eat your fucking carrots!”
“They were not bunny ears!” Izuku protested through another laugh, remembering the hero costumes he and Kacchan had designed as little kids. He turned to address the camera. “They were so I could look like All Might.”
The chat, meanwhile, seemed to be going crazy with the new developments.
Chat
RedWingHawks: HWY DID HE LOOK SO BUFF IM GONNA SDFL’;DFL;JD
HoneyComb: aklskdfl deku you look adorable!!
MightyShield: KACCHAN??
Frogzz: Deku why are you blushing sm 👀
[MOD] TheEighthUser: deku and kacchan lore??? explain pls??
RedWingHawks: KACCHAN COME BACK
edamame: bunny ears!!! dekubun!!
BurntToast: what is happening
Loserpixels: is this flirting?
PhoenixShadow: decchan backstory?? what bunny ears??
NerdCandy: STRAWBERRY MILK AND NOW THIS
Izuku felt his face heat up dramatically once again, and he covered his burning cheeks with his hand in an attempt to not give himself away any further. God, this was mortifying.
“Okay, okay, let me explain, guys,” he managed, dropping his hand back to his keyboard. “When Kacchan and I were kids, we designed ourselves hero costumes, and I added little things to the top of mine –” he held his hands up to his head, mimicking the front parts of All Might’s hair “ – like this, so I could look like All Might, of course!” He put his hands down again and faked a pout. “But everyone thought they were bunny ears and Kacchan has never stopped making fun of me for it.”
He aimed his voice out the door towards his roommate. “As if you weren’t the one who put grenades or your arms!”
“Those were badass!” Kacchan yelled back, apparently close enough to hear him and making Izuku laugh.
“Sure they were, King Explosion Murder!”
“That’s Great King Explosion Murder God Dynamight to you, loser!”
“Right, right,” Izuku laughed, smiling comfortably at the old memories that came with that dorky nickname, “Great King Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Imagine that guy being your best friend. I was the luckiest kid on the block.” He glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer screen to see that it had been a few hours since he started and sat up a little more in his chair, stretching out his shoulders. “Alright, everyone, I think I’m going to call it there since I still got homework to do. See you all later and thank you for stopping by!”
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neon-froggy
GREAT KING EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT??
#everything about the end of that stream was GOD TIER for the decchans #oh my god #childhood friends moments?? #kacchan on screen?? #strawberry milk?!? #BUNNY EARS?!?!? #DEKU BLUSHING?!?!?!? #PERFECTION #deku #kacchan
boomboombitches
listen. listen. of course I have thought about what kacchan looks like and of course I assumed he’d be hot because of his voice but none of that could’ve prepared me for seeing him be THAT MUSCULAR?? LIKE HOLY SHIT??
#I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY #AT HIS SHOULDERS #WOWEE #throwback to the time we saw his hands for the first time #this is like but 10x more so
cup-o-noodlez
I didn’t think it was possible to love deku any more than I already do but I was WRONG. BUNNY DEKU FTW
#how is he hot and cute at the same time #thanks kacchan I owe u my life #*looks at kacchan getting smiled at by deku* god I wish that were me
DEKU! @smallmight
then vs now (costume courtesy of my mom, bunny ears courtesy of kacchan)
[Image: An older picture of a young Deku grinning in a homemade green hero costume with a hood pulled over his head, two large “ears” on the top as, then a picture of current Deku with a pair of costume bunny ears on his head, smiling at the camera with fingers held in a peace sign beside his face.]
Ochako✿ @uwuraka
Replying to @smallmight adorable then adorable now babes <3boops @vintagecomicbook
Replying to @smallmight AL;SKDDFKJ OH MY GODDDDD EVERYTHING ABOUT THISdeku my beloved <3 @twelveturtles
Replying to @smallmight how are you so darn cute deku ヾ(≧▽≦*)o