#poor katsuki

Y/n: I win

Bakugou: Huh? Dumbass I have you pinned to the ground

Y/n: Exactly [winks]

bakugou: look how fucking cool I got deku. I worked pretty hard and it kinda sucks but now I’m even more awesome than bef-

deku: yeah look at todoroki

bakugou:

aaaaa i’m back to posting daily >A< i hope y’all are excited for more of our lovable explodo boi cuz i know i am 🥹 i’ve missed you guys an can’t wait to get back to the daily awkward, i’m here too ya know 🙄 yes yes you to katsu MUHA

Shigaraki, carefully grabbing Hawks shoulders, pinkie lifting from each hand, hand on face: they won’t leave. I can’t make them leave. Get rid of them.

Hawks, the visual representation of pure confusion: hah?

Shoto, debating with Dabi: so wait. Your plan is to just burn dad alive? Dude. Just use a glock.

Dabi, rubbing his temples: how am I supposed to be a dramatic bitch whilst dancing if I’m just going to shoot him?

Izuku, looking up from his writing: plenty of villains can still be dramatic while carrying a gun. It’s all about how you accessorize.

8. “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”@pineappland@silver-noteYou all asked for this one so I decided to just combine it into a single answer haha :3And damn, this turned into angst real fast. I apologize in advance, please don’t come after me DX—It started by accident. An offhand comment from Kiri, oblivious to the way Katsuki bristled, but brushed it off with a joke. But that was before he’d strode from the room, leaving all of them with a lingering sense of worry. Izuku and Shouto exchanged a glance, next to each other on the couch. They’d been dancing around this topic for months. Maybe it was time they finally confronted Katsuki about it.

Shouto led the way, Izuku trailing behind, and they followed Katsuki into the back bedroom. They found him standing by the window, arms crossed and muscles tight with masked discomfort. It was Izuku who knocked quietly at the doorframe and Katsuki glanced over his shoulder. He blew out an exasperated sigh when he saw them.

“What the hell do you want?”

“We wanna help,” Izuku piped up timidly. He emerged from behind Shouto, concern shining in his green eyes. “You looked like what Kiri said really bothered you.”

“Kirishima says a lot of shit,” Katsuki brushed it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When he teased you,” Izuku told him, and Katsuki froze. “About the slime monster?”

Katsuki’s gaze immediately slid down to the floor and Shouto took a step forward. “Katsuki,” he said seriously, “I’m not stupid. I know that something’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Katsuki growled.

“Katsuki—

"There’s nothing fucking wrong.”

Izuku lowered his head, biting his lip. Shouto gazed at Katsuki flatly, not believing a word. “What happened?” he asked, taking a few measured steps forward. Izuku followed, watching Katsuki just as carefully.

Katsuki’s glare burned into them, daring them to get any closer. “Nothing fucking happened,” he snapped.

“That’s a lie.”

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you, Halfie?” Lip curling snidely, Katsuki stabbed a finger at him. “You’d like to think that I have a problem for you to fix. Well, there’s nothing for you to fucking fix, so back off!”

Izuku flinched, but Shouto just frowned, mouth in a hard line. He seemed to be thinking something over in his head. Then he bent to murmur to Izuku. “C'mon.” Without another word, he crossed the last few feet to Katsuki and looped his arms around his neck. Katsuki spluttered angrily.

“Get the hell off! What—?” He made to twist out of Shouto’s hold, but Izuku was at his back then, arms around his waist. Swearing angrily, Katsuki gritted his teeth as the two kept him trapped between them.

Shouto rested his chin on Katsuki’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “What happened, Katsuki?” he asked again, softer.

Katsuki’s answer was immediate and cold. “Fuck. Off.”

“Did it hurt you?” Shouto’s voice was hardly above a whisper and Izuku leaned his cheek against Katsuki’s back, stifling a shiver.

Katsuki’s body tensed between them. “No.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not fucking lying.”

“Did it touch you?”

“The fuck do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

There was a weighted silence then. Izuku was holding his breath. He thought he could feel Katsuki shivering. “Katsuki?” Shouto tried again, still with that deadly seriousness.

Katsuki gave a frustrated, pained noise from the back of his throat. “Fuck you,” he said again, harsher, but not from anger. His voice came out ragged.

“Katsuki,” Shouto murmured. He turned his face into the curve of Katsuki’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you,” Katsuki snarled, trying to twist away again, and letting out a furious curse word when he couldn’t. “I hate you, I fucking hate you—”

“No you don’t,” Shouto said quietly. “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are. When we’re alone.”

“You bastard—”

“I’m so sorry, Katsuki.”

Katsuki shook his head and when his shoulders trembled, Izuku held him tighter. He shut his eyes against an onslaught of tears. “I fucking—hate you, you stupid—Goddammit.” Katsuki dropped his head onto Shouto’s shoulder, a shudder traveling down the length of his body. “Why can’t you just fucking butt out? Why can’t you—?” He broke off and Izuku thought he heard a strangled, angry sob. His heart hurt.

“It’s okay, Kacchan,” he whispered. “We’re here. It won’t hurt you again.”