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all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by maxisnotokay
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
04 Dec 2022
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Heavy, wet breathing, and a choked-off voice: “C-come in. Please. Someone, come in. This is Midoriya Izuku. Bakugou Katsuki and I are t-trapped—”
He cuts himself off, just as Katsuki fuzzily realizes his head is pillowed on Izuku’s thigh. His thoughts come in slow like molasses.
Izuku breathes hard. “—Under a building. We’re under the building.”
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Izuku has had this thing about him that Katsuki has never been able to name, but he's been chasing it since he learned how to run. It takes a catastrophic building collapse during their third year and a severe concussion for him to realize what it is.
Aizawa loses ten years off his life. When does he not.
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Bakudeku tierno
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ooooo yeah this was good writing was blessed and i am embarrassingly in love with this trope
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“What happens when someone out here gets really fuckin’ hurt because there was another attack, and you’re not here to save them?” “That’s—” Katsuki snaps his teeth. “Izuku’s my problem. Mine. You wouldn’t trust him to go after himself because he’ll throw himself on the knife if there’s someone left to save, but you trust me. I’ll prioritize my safety, and then his, and then everyone fuckin’ else’s.” They’re running out of time, standing here yelling at each other. Why doesn’t he see that?
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“Hello?” Someone calls back. The emotion that hits Katsuki next isn’t relief, but it also isn’t the unease of the expectation of a rescue stunt. He can’t explain why, not to anyone who will ask, but in the second the human voice floats back to them, composed and strangely clear and close, a terror he’s never felt in his life wrenches over him like a bucket of icewater. It’s compounded when Izuku rips away from his hold to be the damn hero. It’s compounded when he finally recognizes what he’d been smelling. Motor oil. C- 4. It’s instinct when he moves— throws himself in after Izuku and catches him in his arms. He uses the momentum to twist so his back is to where they’d heard the voice from. He hears Izuku gasp. It’s like everything moves in slow- motion. He feels every point of contact. He also feels the last explosion. It’s not much through the adrenaline, just heat- white and blinding. His vision blacks out. He’s not fully conscious when the floor collapses, but he doesn’t have to be. Izuku screams, and Katsuki feels his stomach drop far enough to understand anyway.
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He’s old. He feels old, feels it in his bones. He’s felt old since the first war. He was too young to fight in that. Izuku was too young, too. “Y’didn’t deserve that,” Katsuki tells him. Izuku’s grip on his arms tightens. “What?” “Eighteen. I’m pretty sure.” Izuku keeps staring at him. Katsuki bobs his head in a nod. “S’rry. For— you didn’t deserve to get hurt like that, when we were fighting Shigar’ki.” “Kacchan.” “Always worryin’ abou’ me. Don’ deserve it. I’m always— always finding s’me way t’ make you cry.”
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“I should’ve listened to you,” Izuku sniffs. “You told me not to go in and I didn’t— I should’ve— I don’t know why I didn’t trust you.” “Y’do trust me,” Katsuki mumbles. Jesus, he’s sick. He’s so dizzy. He presses his face against Izuku’s neck. He wants to stop being dizzy. “Y’re just also r’lly stupid.” Izuku huffs a wet- sounding laugh. “You’re right.” “It was C- 4.” “What?” Katsuki rolls his head. Izuku’s skin is so fucking soft. “The villain upstairs. Set off C- 4 when you w’ked in. Smelled like motor oil. Prob’ly projected h’s voice with a q’rk.” Izuku’s hold on him shifts. Tightens. He presses his mouth into Katsuki’s grimy hair and says, “You’re a genius.”
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Katsuki squints in blind delirium. He must be dead, actually, because there’s no way in hell Izuku is trying to ask him out right now. There’s no fucking way. Izuku doesn’t notice the shift. He barrels on. “And I— well, I’ve been thinking about it since first year—” First year? “— but I never knew how you’d react, so I never brought it up. Actually, it might’ve been good that I didn’t bring it up first year, because you would’ve definitely said no.” Izuku hiccups again. “Actually, second year you would’ve said no, too, so maybe it’s good that I—” Katsuki cuts him off. “Where is this going?” Izuku is asking him out. Izuku croaks, “Be a Hero Duo with me.” Katsuki’s brain short- circuits. It takes him so long to reboot, in fact, bowled over with surprise, that he’s already starting to detect the first notes of panic on Izuku’s face by the time he kicks his ass into gear to respond. Fucking. Okay. Hero Duo. That’s— actually really sweet. That’s actually really sweet, what the fuck? Izuku has just offered to spend every day with him— with Katsuki, who is a monster in his own right, sometimes— fighting crime together like they dreamed of when they were kids. They’d get a shared agency; they could— If they play their cards right, they could be Number One together. That is what Izuku has just given him. Katsuki needs to play it cool. “I think I’m in love with you,” Katsuki says.
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Katsuki surprises himself when he says, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” “You’re right,” is what Izuku says. Katsuki startles with a scratchy sort of laugh. “What?” This fucking guy. Izuku grins at the sound. He walks towards Katsuki, having gained some confidence, and takes the picture frame from him. He studies it, holding himself still, before setting it back down on his bedside table. When he looks up at Katsuki, Katsuki realizes they’re a lot closer than they usually are. They’re almost toe to toe. He could reach out and— “I wrote it in our first year. On your page.” Izuku tells him. “I think it says: ‘avoid emotional conversations at all costs. Danger level: 100%’”