katsuki bakugou

Yosem bantis mi-ege, it read, although whenever he attempted to show the words to others, they simply shook their heads and told him there was nothing there. He had learned to stop asking what it meant after the third time he was told that.

( a mysterious bracelet has always been on todoroki shoto’s wrist and his dreams were haunted by crimson eyes and a world that could not exist. )

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse story information post // read it on ao3

IF THERE WAS ONE THING TODOROKI SHOTO HATED, it was trips to Kyoto over the summer to visit his father — a brute of a man with hair as red as blood and the type of touch that left his skin feeling scorched and his heart burning with resentment. There was never a look of kindness in those eyes, narrowed with anger regardless of what their gaze was set upon. It was no wonder that of all people, Todoroki Enji was the type of person that Shoto had grown to despise the most.

Deku: Heck yeah! Time to go 100% to save the day! Might break a few limbs but that's a risk I'm willing to take!

Bakugou: *gestures wildly to Deku* You see this shit?! I've had to put up with his crazy ass my entire life!

Bakugou: Cute and innocent my ass! Deku's a fuckin' MONSTER when he decides to save people!

& you will fight for the right to live until there is nothing else, until the world is burning & set aflame from the hands you use to harm & to save, until there is nothing but ashes & dust of your heart & there is nowhere for you to turn but to the future, the one you had planned from the day you knew what you would be: a hero in your own right, never backing down & waiting until the best moment to win every battle. you refuse to concede, refuse to lose & you will never change, for inside you is a fire & it won’t die out like the rest. 

you are a supernova, exploding in a flash of colour & power, bringing everyone to their knees in awe: you are the one who will be killed before you even think of giving up. 

you are a hero & your strength will prove it to them all: no matter what they think.

Izuku almost puffed out his cheeks. He wanted to pout, but knew that ultimately Kacchan had a point. Aizawa didn’t give them all day to clean if they were gonna do a half-assed job at it. 

“Okay, fine…” he sighed, going back over to pick up the duster again. He went for the window sills first, moving the duster over previously touched places but this time, making sure to hit every small corner he missed. 

As he continued cleaning, another thought came to him. Kacchan was able to bring his output up to eight percent during that fight. Not to mention, Kacchan knew flaws in his battle strategy. What if…? 

“Kacchan…?” he called out. He turned his head towards his childhood friend. “…Do you think you could help me train?” 

          katsuki appreciated the silence as they cleaned, glad that deku was actually going to continue cleaning instead of brushing his shit job aside. but then the damn nerd spoke again, & katsuki let out a sigh.

         he didn’t ignore him though. he was silent for a moment, halting his actions as he turned over to make eye contact with deku.

          “ help you train... ? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow. to be honest, it didn’t really seem like such a bad idea. it would only keep deku on his toes, & katsuki could keep taking note of all his new improvements, making sure he would surpass him no matter what.

Eijiro stared at Katsuki. He bit his bottom lip when he cursed. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all. He started to pull away and then he got a surprise. His eyes widened at Katsuki kissing him.

He absolutely melted into the kiss. Enjoying every bit of this kiss. The Sturdy Hero slid his fingers into the blond’s hair and deepened the kiss. Enjoying every bit of this kiss. He pulled away and smiled happily at him. “Your lips felt so much better than I imagined it would be.”

          katsuki’s heart was pounding in his chest as he felt kirishima’s lips perfectly melding with his own. why did it feel so strange ? he couldn’t tell if he loved it or if he hated it, but... he knew that he didn’t want it to stop.

          he was almost disappointed when kirishima pulled away, but then he heard him speak, & he decided that it was okay.

SHOTO HAD ALWAYS DONE HIS BEST TO WIN THE APPROVAL OF THE LEAGUE, regardless of which member, but he had always been most desperate to receive any type of attention from Izuku, positive or negative. That was why he hadn’t thought twice when he came across Katsuki Bakugo, quick to engage in combat & use his quirk to knock him out by quickly raising & then dropping his body temperature, dragging him back to headquarters.

The room itself wasn’t much. Four white walls with a bed, the blond chained to it & quirk suppressed, an easy job. By the bed was a few chairs & a table, covered with the equipment Izuku often used to torture people — from what he’d washed up for him, at least. Shoto was never allowed to witness Izuku hurt people, never allowed to hear it, confined to his bedroom by the other’s orders. Not a witness, never afraid, never restrained — it was for his own good, he knew that much, because Izuku was aware of what he’d been through, was aware of the monsters who had stolen away his childhood & his dreams & his happiness.

His only mistake, in the end, was taking a seat & falling asleep after sending Izuku a text, head on Bakugo’s legs. It wouldn’t have been a mistake, at least, if he hadn’t awoken to Izuku’s voice & the blond’s thrashing, an incoherent mumble leaving his mouth as he moved over to Izuku instead, sitting on the ground & wrapping his arms around the green-haired boy’s legs, resting against him as he attempted to fall back into that dreamless sleep.

❝What’s going on, ‘zuku…?❞ A quiet question, eyes opening & looking up at the person in question, half-lidded & sleepy & confused all at once. It wasn’t unusual, not when Shoto struggled to sleep most days & took a while to fully wake himself from his slumber. ❝’s loud… want earmuffs…❞

          apparently not.

          deku... was a villain. katsuki had barely taken notice to the man asleep against his leg, & his heart was pounding in his chest. none of this made any fucking sense. deku had always been fascinated with heroes, wanted to be a hero, even though he was quirkless, so... why ? why was this happening ?

          all katsuki knew was that he had to get out of there, immediately. “ you made one mistake, dumbass. you can’t even be a damn villain right— you really think this could restrain me ? ” he held his palms out, about to use his quirk to get out of his restraints, but... nothing happened. no matter what he did, his quirk wouldn’t come.

          his heart fluttered in a panic, & his eyes widened. “ what the fuck ? what did you fucking do to me, deku ? ” he snapped, his crimson gaze transforming into a frenzy as he thrashed. there had to be a way to get out of here. fuck, fuck, fuck— where was his quirk ? why wasn’t it working ?

Bakugou: [to friends] I'm better than Deku at EVERYTHIN--!

Deku: .... :/

Deku: Guess who's sleeping on the couch tonight, Kacchan~?

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Gentle fingers reached for Katsuki’s hand, light as they twisted their way around it, as if afraid to squeeze too tightly. ❝It means as it means. You act as if you’re the most angry person ever & as if there’s no kindness in your heart, Katsuki, but… I know you’re not & I don’t mind that, being the only one who knows.❞ It was something that made Shoto feel special, the way he knew Katsuki better than anyone else, the way he got to see different sides to him that no one else would experience.

          “ yeah... whatever, ” katsuki mumbled, tightening his fingers around shoto’s & pressing a light, barely noticeable kiss against the side of the other’s head when he felt the chin on his shoulder.

          it’s not like he was going to fight him about it. shoto had his own opinions about katsuki, & that was fine, even if he didn’t necessarily agree. he must have wanted to be with him for some reason, right ?