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Soft nights ⊹ ࣪ ˖

WIP | I love how this is turning out, from the sketching to the lineart 🥹 my babies look so soft, hope the coloring matches my vision

Had to fix Suki's face and Izuku's hair, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!

beneath the surface | k. bakugou, chapter 0 8

Bakugou was leaning against the car with his arms crossed, the early morning sun catching his shoulders and carving sharp shadows across his frame. 

The moment he saw the large suitcase, he pushed himself off the car and walked over. 

"Give it." 

She instinctively pulled it away. 

"It's heavy." 

A short, amused scoff escaped him. 

"Please." He took the suitcase from her as if it weighed nothing. "I bench twice your body weight. This is nothing." 

"Okay, Mr. Muscles," she muttered, trying to sound unfazed. "I take it back." 

He opened the trunk and set her suitcase beside his duffel bag, shifting both with practiced movements. The morning light caught the flex of his bicep as he pushed them into place. 

Her eyes betrayed her for a second. 

They lingered on his arm, watching the muscles shift beneath his skin as he made room in the trunk. 

She looked away almost immediately, adjusting her backpack’s position for the third time.

Bakugou turned toward her while she straightened her backpack in the trunk. 

That was when he noticed her hair. It was down today. Long, silky, spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. 

His gaze dropped; the morning light slipped through the strands, bringing out faint sapphire-blue highlights. 

She tucked a loose strand behind her ear the moment she felt him staring. 

He cleared his throat. 

"We're gonna be gone for a week," he said, his voice lower than usual. "Do you seriously need all this crap?" 

She lifted her chin, meeting his eyes with a teasing smile. 

"I've got a backup for my backup." 

His gaze lingered on her smile before finding her eyes again. 

She met his gaze.

Heat crept into her face, making her look away first. 

"I got it," she said softly, rising onto her tiptoes to reach the trunk. She grabbed for it, but couldn’t reach it. 

Before she could try again, she heard him sigh. A second later, he stepped in behind her—too close. His chest brushed lightly against her back; she could feel the warmth radiating off him, hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing. 

"I got it," he repeated, his voice low, right above her ear.

He reached over her, his movement smooth and certain. His hand passed just above hers before pulling the trunk shut. 

As if suddenly remembering himself, he took a step back. 

"Move. Before those idiots start blowing up my phone."  

a/n: Because it's my baby Izuku's birthday today, I wanted to share a moment between him and Suki (my oc) that's one of my absolute favourites (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

“I missed training with you, Suki-chan,” Izuku uttered, his hand resting on the back of her seat. 

“How long has it been?” 

“Since you got into U.A—maybe three months?” 

“Three months too late, you beat my ass today. I’m rusty as shit.”

“Tsuki.” Toshinori cut in.

"My sincerest apologies, kind sir," she declared in an overly refined voice. "What I meant to say was... you performed exceptionally well today, young Midoriya." 

“Better.”

“Bold. Wonder who you’re getting it from…” Izuku coughed into his hand, looking out the window.

She slowly turned her head.

"Don't start."

“It’s an observation.”

“Disobservate it.” 

“Am I missing something?” Toshinori raised a brow, amused.

“No”, the kids said in unison. 

“I was just trying to compliment Izuku; he’s getting stronger.” Suki said as she waved the conversation away, turning in her seat to look at him: “A couple of months ago you couldn’t even throw me on the ground—and I’m smaller than you. Today I couldn’t even get up for more than 5 minutes.”

Her expression softened.

"You're working really hard, Izuku. I'm really proud of you."

Izuku stared at her for a second.

Then his eyes began to glisten.

She blinked—looking at Toshi, then back at him.

“Are you crying?!”

“No,” his voice trembled as a tear ran down his freckled cheek.

“Stop crying, dummy, you’re gonna make ME cry.” 

Izuku chuckled, wiping the tear away with the heel of his hand. “You just—you can be sweet when you want to.” 

“You're such a crybaby.” Suki let out a small watery laugh, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. 

beneath the surface | k. bakugou, chapter 0 7

“Guys!” Denki suddenly appeared, nearly toppling over the table. “What did you guys answer for question seven on the ethics exam?!”

“B,” Suki answered with her mouth full.

“A,” Bakugou said at the exact same time.

Suki slowly swallowed her food.

Their eyes clashed.

“No, the answer is B,” Suki countered, frowning. “How the hell did you get A?! The question was about a hostage being in your line of attack.”

“And the question said I had a clean shot. Why the hell would I wait?!”

“Because he could die?!!!”

“That’s assuming I’d miss—which isn’t the case.”

“But this isn’t about you!” She placed her chopsticks down, leaning over the table. “It’s about the risk. It’s about understanding that one wrong decision can cost a life.”

“Waiting puts the hostage at greater risk.” He put his phone down, mirroring her. “If I have a clear shot, I take it. Simple.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but he continued.

“While you’re standing there all nice and pretty, waiting for the perfect moment—the villain still has a weapon pointed at the hostage.”

“And what if your attack hits the civilian?”

“It won’t.”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a dry laugh.

“You’re unbelievable with that ridiculous confidence of yours, acting like the rules don’t apply to you because you supposedly know exactly what you’re doing.”

His jaw tightened.

“Obviously I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s not the point,” she snapped. “A hero can’t base life-or-death decisions on ‘I can do it’ just because you’re used to getting lucky. One day, you might not.”

For a moment, he fell silent.

Then he let out a humorless laugh.

“That sounds like an elaborate way of admitting you’re a coward who doesn’t have the guts to take a risk.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“And it sounds like you’re just trying to drown out the fact that you’re an egotistical asshole hiding behind your fireworks.”

The table fell silent.

Bakugou stared at her. 

“Watch it.”

But she didn’t look away.

“Or what?”

“Okay...” Kirishima sighed, trying to break the tension. “My answer was D.”

I saw this quote once that said "Deku is to me, what All Might is to him" (or something close), but he really is.