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“I’m not dead,” he says, but it still almost sounds like a question. “Not according to your vitals. Do you think you should be?” Katsuki seems to consider that for a moment, eyebrows creasing as he tries to think back. He winces. “Yeah. Probably.”

A long and convoluted Bakugou-centric angst fic nearly a year in the making. Featuring Aizawa and Yamada in their parental roles as well as a slow-burn relationship between Bakugou, Kirishima, and Midoriya. The first part of what will inevitably be a long series of angst and love. Remember: no matter how badly it hurts, it will turn out in the end. Tags will be added/altered as needed. Content warnings will be provided in the notes of each chapter. Please heed the warnings provided if you are sensitive to triggering content.

IT'S FINALLY HERE!! it's finally here. i'm really not sure i have anything else to say. i'll let the fic speak for itself.

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