Bakudeku week 2021

Day 2-angst

Angst/Fluff+Angel/Demon Drabble @bkdkweek

They’d known the risks of being a hero… knew that death was a high possibility, especially with the level of villains they were sent after. It was a miracle they’d lasted this long— pure spite and determination often kept their bodies alive…

But if there’s one certainty of life, it’s death.

‘Don’t!’ Izuku screams… his last word as the blast hit Katsuki square and he can only watch as the man’s body is incinerated. ‘KACCHHAAAN!!—’

Izuku’s body lurch’s upward as his high-pitched scream echoes in the empty room. “NOOO!!” His head slumps forward, chest still heaving wildly as he relives the nightmare. He slams his clenched fists onto the bedding, then gripped tightly to the blanket. “FUCK! Why’d you leave me, Kacchan?!”

But there’s no answer in his silent bedroom, no response to his question by the dead of night surrounding him. Izuku’s eyes clamp closed as the tears leach through their corners. It has been two months since the death of his best friend and love, and all he is left with are the memories… and of nightmares, replaying in his dreams that final moment over and over… They’d known the risks. Fine. But that didn’t mean they were truly ready to endure the consequences. Clearly, Izuku is not able to deal with the death of Katsuki Bakugou.

“I can’t do this on my own, Kacchan…”

“Ugh, even in death I’m stuck holding your hand.”

The sudden booming voice he knows all too well, causes Izuku to sit straight up— eyes spanning the dark room wildly looking for its source. Is he going crazy? Is he hearing a ghost?! “W-Who’s there?!” Surely, it couldn’t be real!

“Who the fuck do you think it is nerd?”

“K-Kacchan?!” Izuku shakes his head in utter confusion. “Impos-sible! You’re dead! I’m hearing things. I must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep— Oww!”

The loud smack across Izuku’s face is real alright. His eyes flash wide, hand quick to cradle his stinging cheek as the lamp beside his bed is turned on— and there standing beside the bed is… “y-you’re not Kacchan?” the confusion evident in his tone, for the man doesn’t look exactly like his love. Maybe just a tiny bit… deep crimson eyes, and certainly the angry expression, but for starters this man has straight, dark-colored hair!

“Tch.” The strange male sat on the edge of the bed. “No shit I don’t look the same, my body got destroyed remember. They just gave me this one.”

Izuku simply stares at the stranger, eyes blinking, but nothing processing behind the gaze. He reached out tentatively and pokes the strangers arm and hits a solid form. Still unbelieving. He then pinches himself to see if he is still just dreaming.

The stranger reacts by leaning close and flicking Izuku’s forehead hard, gaining a loud oww. “This is really happening nerd, so get used to it.”

“B-but… But you can’t be here. My Kacchan is dead.”

“Call me a zombie, a demon, I don’t care. All I know is after I died, they sent me back.”

“They?”

“I heard multiple voices, but couldn’t see who was talking. Next thing I know—” Katsuki shrugs. “I’m here.”

“Why would they send you back?”

“Pfft! Isn’t it obvious?! It’s cause you can’t cope!” Katsuki sighs. “I don’t know what I am. Flesh and blood, yet I don’t feel human.”

Izuku slumps back against the headboard. There are so many questions running through his mind but they are too jumbled to know where to begin. The love of his life is now... “Bakemono…”

Katsuki stands up. “More like an Angel, you idiot, or demon, take your pick.”

Izuku gasps as a pair of large feathery blood red wings manifests, stretching out wide behind his love. He scrambles from the bed, stumbling in shock and curiosity, reaching out to touch them. “Oh… wow…” They weren’t there a second ago! He moves around behind Katsuki, examining and muttering about impossibilities. So engrossed is Izuku, he shrieked from surprise when the wings vanish as quickly as they’d manifested. “Wait! I was still looking—”

“Oh, get over it! It won’t be the last time you see them.”

Izuku pouts, but acquiesces and sits down on the bed. “So, now what Kacchan?”

“For starters, you can’t be calling me that in public or people will think you’ve gone crazy.”

“Oh… right…”

“Only you and I know it’s me… sort of, on the inside, but it’s not my body anymore.”

“Then what do I call you? Are you staying here? What are you going to do? Do you still have a quirk? What about—”

Katsuki cut him off. “First off, yes, I’m staying here, so if people ask, you have a new roommate. No, I don’t have a quirk but I do have some abilities. We’ll figure out more later. But now, you need to go back to sleep cause you work in the morning.”

Izuku whined from fears born of loss and desperate not to lose this connection if it is in fact all a dream. “But—”

“Not but— sleep!”

“Bu—”

“Yes,” Katsuki answers the question he knows burns in Izuku’s heart. “I’m just gonna change into something more comfortable. You never threw my stuff away yet, have you?”

Izuku shakes his head, no. Of course, he couldn’t part so soon with anything. Now satisfied that his love isn’t going anywhere, he climbs back under the covers. “I’m sorry you couldn’t rest because of me, Kacchan. But I’m happy you’re here.”

Bakudeku week 2021

Day 5- Fluff

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Bonus day- Holiday Themed

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Day 7- Hurt/Comfort

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Day 6- Soulmates

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Day 3- Angel/Demon

Tbh idk why I thought of this but I’m just happy to write something lol. Its been a chore to get words out since mid-October. This is inspired by another story I’m working on.

@bkdkweek day 1

It was the first time Momo Yaoyorozu lived on her own. Before this apartment she’d shared one with a roommate, and before that a sorority dorm. But being raised the way she had, it was only polite in her opinion to get to know her closest neighbors, and what better way than with a small housewarming party. Just a few people, tea and appetizers to get to know each other.

The floor she lived on had five other apartments, 3 with single occupants and 2 with couples. Two tenants were not available to attend but the others all agreed to come, including her next door neighbors— Katsuki and Izuku Bakugou. A married gay couple she first met the day she’d moved in. Izuku was sweet and Katsuki was cold, but both were extremely helpful, even pitching in to carry a few of the heaviest boxes.

When Momo heard a knock on her door, she opened it to find her guests starting arrive. First a single female named Jirou who lived at the end of the hall. Next an older unmarried couple, Shoto Aizawa and Hizashi Hamada along with their adopted daughter Eri. And lastly the Bakugou’s. The small group of strangers gathered in the living room, making small talk amongst themselves as Momo the diligent hostess served them all tea and finger foods, while light music played in the background.

Everything was going well and soon enough had settled into a nice little afternoon. Though Katsuki and Shoto mostly sat quietly surveying the room, Jirou and Hizashi found they had music in common, Eri was ecstatic to meet new people, and Momo and Izuku got into a conversation about the tea she served.

Momo took Izuku to the kitchen and opened up one of the pantry’s. “My father’s business deals in teas and other imported products, and my mother loved trying all kinds of teas. I grew up with it, so I guess you could say I’ve become a bit of a connoisseur.”

“Wow!” Izuku’s eyes light up at the wide array. “I had no idea there were so many different kinds!”

She chuckled then pulled a couple of tin boxes down. “Most don’t.” Holding up one, “There are sweeter types,” then the second, “floral types,” Momo next pointed to another, “slightly bitter ones.” After placing the two tins back on the shelf. “Some are light or dark, different colors or textures, different uses and brew methods.”

“Uses?” Izuku questioned.

Momo nodded her head. “Darker teas like,” she pointed to a box, “this English black is good for mornings to help wake you up whereas this,” she pulled out another tin, “chamomile is useful for relaxing. I served a fruitier tea today since it’s a little livelier of a flavor.”

“The one you served us tastes really good. Where do you buy it from?”

“Oh, you like it that much?” She grabbed the box from the cabinet, “here, consider it a gift.”

Izuku’s eyes flashed. “Really? No, I should pay you for—”

“Please, I insist,” she smiled. “It makes me happy to know you like it.”

“Aww, thank you!” Izuku cradled it his chest as if he’d just won an expensive prize. He then motioned for his husband to come to the kitchen.

“Look, Kacchan!” Izuku showed Katsuki the box of tea. “Momo gave me a box and showed me all these different kinds!” He gestured at the cabinet. “Did you know there’s so many?”

“I know green and black,” Katsuki answered simply. “Since when do you like tea so much?” He questioned his husband.

“Well, if I’d known there were all these options maybe I would’ve tried more.” Izuku grumbled back. “Can we buy more to try too?”

“Whatever, as long as you gonna drink it all.”

Izuku whined and got right into Katsuki’s space, pressing close to his chest while giving a puppy dog expression. “You have to try them with me Kacchan…”

Katsuki sighed, a complete sap for his husbands wiles. “Fine, you little brat.”

That caused Izuku to giggle and give his husband a quick peck on the lips. “Love you, Kacchan.” He knew the man could never tell him no.

“Love you too, brat.”

“Awww, you two are so cute!” Momo broke the tender moment. “I could write down a few options to start you off before you leave today.”

“Oh, please don’t egg him on,” Katsuki grumped though with no bite to his tone causing Momo to giggle.

With Izuku still leaning on his husband’s side, he too smiled at the trio’s precious moment. “I think it’s gonna be awesome being neighbors. We should hang out sometimes.”

Katsuki wrapped his arm around his husband’s waist. “Izu loves doing movie nights. Maybe when you’re free you can join us sometimes.”

The offer surprised Momo. “Oh… but, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Pfft, I wouldn’t offer if it was a problem,” Katsuki stated matter of fact. “Just anything to make Izu happy,” he mumbled with a slight flush to his cheeks, “and he loves talking to people.”

“Awww!”

Momo couldn’t hold back the giggles and Izuku squeezed his husband tight.

“Kacchan’s the best hubby!”