Macsen

Me: *posts new chapter*

Me literally six minutes later: *breaks down on side of road*

Okay like- yes- but imagine instead:

Izuku cherishes the shirt he got from the final battle, wears it like a comfort item 80% of the time. Panic attack? Wear the shirt. Nightmare? Wear the shirt. Any mild inconvenience that upsets him? The shirt. But imagine one day it finally falls apart, he’s darned the holes in it too many times and the fabric is much too thin from overuse, and he looses it bc his comfort item can’t comfort him anymore.

He spends a while searching for a replacement online, but after the war, the shirt became super popular and and expensive piece of merch. He can’t afford it, and even though the class offers to help pay, he declines. One day, Katsuki barges into Izuku’s room because he hasn’t been answering his phone. Turns out he had been having a bad day and needed something to calm him down. The blond finds him clinging to the tattered shirt and a handful of other small comfort items in bed.

Katsuki rushes out and comes back with a small box. Explains how he’d been waiting to give these to him until (holiday or birthday) but thinks he needs them now. Izuku opens the box to find two identical shirts, real, authentic, shirts that probably cost and arm and a leg. Katsuki explains that he bought them on his own, and if Izuku was going to be upset about it, he could be upset at him and not the class. He explains that he got two so they’d both last much much longer, and that he wouldn’t need to replace them anytime soon.

Izuku tells Katsuki that he is mad, because he specifically went against his wishing in buying them, but that he could make up to him in one way. Take one shift so they can match. The rest of class a finds them in the kitchen later that night both wearing the shirts.

My authors note, “Alright chat I hope this one was a decent start- (I have not slept in three days the authors curse has gotten to me-)”

Me: “Oh! Oh! Yeah okay, keep me updated!

(DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE ALL JOKES)

Manager 1: “Another one?”

Me: “Yur”

Manager 1: “Those are bad for your heart.”

Me: “Pfft I’m bad for my heart. Hashtag I hate myself.”

Manager 1: “You’re gonna d!e.”

Me: “God I hope so.”

Manager 2: “NOW ILL BE DAMNED IF SOMEONE HERE IS MORE SU!C!DAL THAN ME!”

Manager 3: “Guys! Shut up!”

Me: *chugs monster*

Anyway, here’s me turning that into another scene from my vigilante izu fic;

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“Izuku, dude-“ Kirishima called from his spot sitting atop the kitchen counter. “Isn’t that like- your third energy drink of the day?”

The green headed teen blinks at him, silence suspending itself in the air before he cracks open the can with a pop. “One, Iida is gonna yell at you if he sees you on the tables again.” He shrugs, “And two, it’s only my second.” He tilts his head back and takes a long swig of said drink.

“Okay fine, second drink of the day.” The redhead sighs, hopping off of the counter with a huff. “But still, aren’t those like super bad for your heart?”

“Kiri, man, listen.” Izuku pats the boy on the shoulder as he walks past, “I am bad for my own heart.” He says while spinning in a circle to face his classmate and throw up a sideways peace sign at. “Hashtag I hate mysel-“

“Dude.” Kirishima frowns, “Can’t you d!e from too many of those?”

“God I hope so.”

“Hey!” Hitoshi shouts from where he’d just walked into the kitchen. “That’s the one I picked out.” He hisses and snatches the can and it of Izuku’s hand. “Besides, I’ll be damned if you’re allowed to be more su!cidal than me.”

While Izuku attempts to snatch back the drink, reaching out as the other holds it just above his head, neither of them notice Kirishimas’ posture straighten up. “BOYS!” Shouta yells from behind them and they both freeze.

Red eyes stare them down for just the briefest moment before stretching out a hand. They both give a defeated sigh as Hitoshi drops the still full can into the man’s hand, frowning as the pro flicks his gaze between the two of them. “Uh-“ Izuku chuckles, “How long have you been standing there?”

Shouta deadpans at the two teens. “Long enough to know that I’ll be telling Hizashi about both of your comments.”

Izuku and Hitoshi both seem to loose breath there, jaws dropping and mini rivalry dissipating. “You wouldn’t dare.” The purple headed boy squints.

“Do you want to make that a challenge?” Asks the hero and when he gets no response he smiles, “Didn’t think so. Go, all of you. Kirishima, please stay off the counters.”

“Yessir!” The teen squeaks before scurrying off and leaving the three standing still in the kitchen.

Izuku waits for exactly three beats before moving, lunging forward and snatching the can out of Shouta’s hand. He gets in a good four seconds of chugging before the hero manages to retrieve the drink. “Detention.” He mutters before turning away and stomping out of the building.

“Worth it.” He grins widely, nudging the others arm a handful of times.

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Manager: “those are bad for you, you know”

Me: “meh, what’s a little caffeine gonna do?”

Manager; “do you want to die young?”

Me: “you’re asking the wrong fucking person, cause hell yeah I do.”

Manager: “…”

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SO OBVIOUSLY- I had to write in as a vigilante izuku scene. Enjoy :)

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Izuku sits cross-legged with his back pressed against the humming air conditioning unit, mask pulled down just enough to get a sip of his drink. It’s cold, leaving wet condensation on his gloves as he tilts the almost empty can up to the sky and tips his head backwards. The carbonation tickles his throat when he swallows, the popping of bubbles in his mouth just barely drowned out by the sound of someone landing on the roof beside him.

“Eraser.” He greets and the man frowns as he walks closer.

The tired pro pauses just a few feet in front of him, not even a moment of hesitancy as he drops to the ground with a thud. “Kid.”

“Damn, long night?” Asks Izuku.

Eraser shakes his head, “Isn’t it always?”

The boy huffs out a silent laugh, “Your students again, I assume.”

He hums a quick affirmative, watching as the vigilante shakes the can and takes one last sip before using his other hand to pop off the tab. “You know those are bad for you.”

It’s hypocritical for him to say, they both know that, but Izuku doesn’t mind. He enjoyed their friendly bickering, “Pot meet fucking kettle.”

The dark haired hero’s frown deepens, “I’m serious you know.” He sighs, leaning back on one hand and using the other to push away his goggles and rub at his eyes. “Those imported ones you drink have so much more caffeine than my coffees.”

“You drink more coffee though.” Izuku shrugs, crushing the now empty can before placing it under his foot to make even smaller. “I only drink one a day, how many cups do you have?”

Eraser doesn’t answer him, just sits up and reaches out both arms, palms face up while the boy watches. “You know, I am an actual adult. Who’s body can handle caffeine.”

He stretches out to place the crushed can in one hand and the soda tab in another. “Yeah well, sucks to suck.” He pushes himself up then, off the ground and pausing to regain his balance, “And besides, what’s a little extra energy gonna do?”

The pro stands as well, depositing both scraps of metal into one of the larger pockets on his belt. “It can kill you! Just so you know.” He calls after the boy as he walks back towards the edge of the roof, to the fire escape he always jumps down on. “Do you want to die young!”

It’s not even a serious question, it’s more of a joke as a parting word between the pair who won’t see each other for another few days.

Izuku pulls his mask back up over his nose, grinning so wide it could be seen in the corners of his eyes behind his visor. “You are asking the wrong fucking person.” He states as he lines up his heals with the edge of the roof, the first landing only ten feet for so underneath him. “Cause hell yeah I do.”

And with that, he drops down to the fire escape, earning a groan from the hero only after he lands and shakes the metal stairs beside him, signifying that he didn’t miss the landing. Eraser throws his head up to the sky in frustration, cool air nipping at the corner of his eyes. “Hizashi’s gonna kill me if I don’t get through to him soon.” He whispers though he knows the vigilante is too far to hear it.

Roommate: “have you ever ready better luck next time? It’s by nauticalwarrior”

Me: “mmm I don’t think so, send me the link? 638k words?!!?”

Roommate: “yeah it’s pretty long-“

Me: “I could read in in three days”

Roommate: “I’m calling you out. Gonna let the group know” (hits an @ everyone in our server)

Me: (slightly panicked I won’t finish in time since I work) “I’ll do it trust.”

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Also Me: (exactly three days later) “guess who ya fucking bitches”

234k word, BKDK fix-it fic staring at me.

Motivation to work on my own WIP.