#dekuscruhb

@dekuscruhb

Todoroki had been worried sick. It just wasn’t fair. They went their separate ways at the beginning of the summer, after finishing with the sports festival, but before that... He had to confess, he didn’t usually act on his emotions, but when he did, it was because it was truly intense, something he couldn’t doubt. There was no room in this case. Midoriya changed his life the day they fought, simple as that. Afterward, it was like the whole world had shifted. All from a few words... Well, he had to share a few words of his own. “I like you.” Before leaving for his internship, he made sure to tell that to him. There was no one else he would trust that much, with his past or with his heart. “So, I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”

"You're bleeding!"

It was, admittedly, Bakugou’s fault. Adjusting to the noise cancelling aids was taking time. It worked too damn well which was of course the desired effect. But having the sound of his own explosions cancelled out was screwing up his judgement of just how large his explosions were.

While testing out the aids and trying to figure out just how much noise they could silence, he’d pushed it too far. It wasn’t like he meant to shatter his arm. Wincing, Bakugou glared down at his limp arm. It was throbbing with pain and it felt like glass was tearing into his muscles. It wasn’t pretty either, skin torn open from the pressure.

“No shit, Deku,” Bakugou hissed, shrugging off the other’s concern. “I could figure that one out on my own.”

Cont from [this post] | @dekuscruhb

Todoroki  was  drunk – obviously  so.  His  slurred  directions  were  so  vague:  a  tall  building  to  his  left,  a  red  car  to  his  right,  a  house  with  a  red  roof  and  a  fat  cat  on  the  porch…  It  had  taken  Midoriya  over  half  an  hour  to  find  out  where  his  friend  had  wandered  off  to,  and  it  was  only  thanks  to  the  GPS  in  Todoroki’s  cell  that  he  was  able  to  track  him  down  at  all.  Fortunately,  he  wasn’t  too  far  from  Midoriya’s  apartment. He  didn’t  mind  braving  the  streets  at  this  hour  of  the  night.  He  would’ve  much  rather  gone  through  the  trouble  than  leave  Todoroki  wandering  the  streets  at  this  hour,  especially  when  he  was  so  drunk.  He  was  surprised  Todoroki  was  even  drinking  at  all;  of  all  his  friends,  Shoto  was  the  most  level-headed  and  responsible.  Seeing  him  like  this  was  a  little  worrying. ❝Yep,  you  sure  are!❞  Midoriya  took  Todoroki’s  slack  arm  and  pulled  it  over  his  shoulder,  helping  the  man  to  his  feet.  ❝But  don’t  worry  about  it!  Let’s  walk  to  my  apartment,  okay?❞

Todoroki couldn’t possibly have said what had happened at this point. All he really knew was that he’d started drinking and hadn’t stopped. It worked out well enough for him, all things considered. He was having fun. He wasn’t even ready for the night to be over, but he had to leave the bar because he could just hear his sidekicks nagging him about his poor choices. It wasn’t like he did this often... He deserved a break every once in a while, didn’t he? He scowled as he wandered, the effects of the alcohol still strong.

He’d had so much to drink that he couldn’t even walk in a straight line. It wasn’t like the bar was far from his apartment, so he set off, only to get himself hopelessly lost. He just knew he made a wrong turn somewhere, but he couldn’t remember. He’d been focusing too hard on not appearing so inebriated, and he failed at that. So, he called the one person he knew he could trust at a time like this: Midoriya.

“What took so long?” he slurred once the other had arrived. In the time it took for him to get there, he’d managed to find a liquor store and get even more to drink-- if only for the purpose of maintaining his buzz. It was such a fuzzy, freeing feeling. Perhaps, though, he’d gotten a little more than he bargained for. “Midoriya! I’m really happy to see you...”

He smiled broadly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he got up. At least Midoriya could support his weight. He tightened the arm around his shoulders in a one-armed hug, empty bottle in his other hand. “Whoa. You have so many freckles. Did you know that?” He suddenly got the desire to count them all, now that he was close enough to see them. “It’s really cute. No wonder you’re such a-- *hic*-- popular hero.” Laughing, he leaned on Midoriya for support. There was definitely no way he was going to be able to walk on his own.

"Do you have to eat it like that?"

Toga loved the League, she really did, but sometimes they could be such sticks in the mud. When she’d heard the icecream man outside their hideout, most of them had berated her for wanting to go out. The only ones who seemed to share her love for icecream were Big Sis and Jin, bless their hearts. They were the only to support her in her icecream endeavours. So, when she slipped out in a disguise, she bough icecreams for only them. Now everyone else was icecream-less and it was their own faults.

She was very much enjoying her icecream thank you very much. Humming and giggling when it dripped down her hands. It was sticky like blood and she had to bend her head to lick along slender fingers.

@dekuscruhb

“Oh of course dude!” Kirishima replied. 

He had already mostly gotten his costume ready, so when Midoriya came over to him to ask for help with his Halloween costume he didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The  demand  was  spoken  too  late.  Midoriya  was  already  here,  chest  pressed  flat  against  Bakugou’s  with  his  mouth  lingering  dangerously  close  to  his  ear.  

Gloved  fingers  curled  around  the  front  of  his  throat,  nestled  between  the  rectangular  collar  of  his  hero  uniform.  His  neck  was  soft  and  exposed.  It  was  too  easy  to  sink  his  fingers  in  and  squeeze.

❝You’re  not  being  cooperative,  Kacchan…  I’d  like  it  so  much  more  if  you  were.❞  

Bakugou wasn’t sure if this was real. If this was some sick joke, or if he really was standing toe-to-toe with a ghost. But fuck if this guy wasn’t a spitting image of Midoriya. Called him that name too, a name he hadn’t heard in years. It was enough to give him a pause, a moment of freakout, and let the villain get too close.

Choking on the hand on his throat, Bakugou’s hands instantly slipped between their bodies. From this close, this was going to hurt them both. But Bakugou had to get him away. He couldn’t hesitate. Panic attack or not, Bakugou had to make a move. The thrashing of emotion could come after.

“So-sorry- Mi-dor-”

Random kiss || Accepting || 13. a blown kiss || @dekuscruhb​

In retrospect, he should have been more cautious. He let himself get carried away and blinded himself with his pride. He just wanted to come out on top. Win. Revel in glory and praise. If he could showcase his quirk and the effectiveness of it, by stealing the flashiest quirks at this year’s sports festival, then who knew what kind of opportunities would await him!

Calculating smirk in place, he chose his target. It was still the first round, but if he could make an impact here and now, then the results at the end of the festival wouldn’t matter so much. Besides, he knew he’d make it to the finals again this year. He was confident, but if he could take this quirk and make it his own... yes...

Running forwards, he reached out and ruffled Midoriya’s hair. Warmth spread throughout his palm and up his arm at a pace he should have considered alarming, but he thought nothing of it. He knew next to nothing about Midoriya’s quirk except that it gave him unparalleled strength-- a simple power-enhancing quirk, he thought foolishly. That should captivate the audience. He would clear a path for himself with a single punch, decimate the ground, and stun the crowd.

He turned to blow a kiss in Midoriya’s direction-- face smug.

That’s when he felt it.

There was no way Monoma could have known the training necessary to wield Midoriya’s quirk. There was no way he could have anticipated the way even just a fraction of this borrowed power would sear his bones and tear his muscles.

Pain shot throughout his body instantaneously. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. He simply fell to his knees-- eyes wide and blank as his face paled.

Never in his life had he experienced such agony as his body strained to contain the power he’d stolen. 

What kind of power was this?

It felt like his body was being torn apart from the inside.

“Wha--” he tried to ask, but pain closed off his throat as he grit his teeth and doubled over-- fighting back the urge to scream in agony.

He hadn’t even tried to use it, yet. What was happening to him?

Random Kiss || Accepting || 4. a nuzzle kiss || @dekuscruhb

Maybe he’d had a little too much to drink. He had a habit of doing that, you know-- having a little too much. Even so, could anyone really blame him? 

They probably could.

But he just wanted to have a good time! At least he wasn’t an obnoxious drunk!

Except... he totally was.

At least he was affectionate!

Drink sloshing in his hand as he fell into the seat beside Midoriya, Kaminari wobbled dangerously-- nearly falling out of the stool before he managed to take a hold of the other’s arm and right himself.

“Mi-Midoriya-chan!!” he all but shrieked as he laughed and struggled to keep himself upright.

“No... is.. is it, Deku now? Number one hero? You there yet?? Deku!!” the blond continued to laugh as he pitched forward and crashed into the man’s chest.

“Ah... so sorry...” he mumbled while trying not to laugh against him.

Tilting his head up, golden hues met green and he couldn’t help but beam at his friend before shifting so that he was in a position to nuzzle against the man’s cheek and press his lips to the corner of the other’s mouth.

Laughing, he peeled himself away, nearly falling backwards before he managed to grip the bar top.