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Hiiii okay, here we go! A lil bkdk fluff for you.

Number One Hero Izuku “Deku” Midoriya is everybody’s darling. His smile is a national treasure. He consistently tops online popularity polls with his earnestness and that boy-next-door charm. He’s...well, he’s cute, his face is inviting, unconventionally attractive, eyes too big, button nose, chin a little weaker than a top-ten hero’s ought to be. But maybe that’s why the people like him. He’s short for a hero too, just a touch under 5’6”, but the nation’s golden boy spins that to his advantage too. There was the infamous underwear ad—compact pro hero Deku easily lifting Creati (5’10”) up with one arm and Battle Fist (6’) with the other, both ladies in sleek athletic wear in their respective colors, and him in low-slung boxer-briefs. Tight boxer briefs, almost tight enough to be a scandal. “Big things come in small packages” was the campaign slogan, and it shot him to the top of the popularity polls, especially in the under-30s set.

Katsuki’s had to suffer through six months of it plastered on every other billboard—the longest six months of his life so far, and that’s for someone who’s been to war and back.

“Some nice weather today, huh,” Izuku says, smiling, the picture of innocence. He’s got a steamed bun in his hand, convenience store bag hanging from his wrist. His legs dangle over the ledge of their usual mid-shift skyscraper. Behind him, fifty feet high, is one of those fucking underwear ads. The contrast of the giant, near-naked, smouldering Deku on the billboard with the grimy, roughed-up, costume-bundled Deku swinging his feet like a child is too much for Katsuki to handle.

“Hungry?” Izuku says, holding his steamed bun up to Katsuki’s face. The wind lifts Izuku’s hair, whips his freckled cheeks rosy red. He looks like a strawberry, like a sweet matcha latte dusted with cinnamon. He looks like a dream.

“I’m fuckin starving,” Katsuki says, gripping Izuku’s wrist. He bypasses the bun to kiss Izuku’s knuckles.

“Yeah?” Izuku sighs, eyelids drooping.

“Not for lunch, though.” Katsuki pries the bun from his hand, gently wraps it, and stuffs it in the bag.

and he switches schools when he starts to transition. he has a great supportive family, grandpa has been all around the world and has an open mind so they support him and get him early medical intervention. Only his childhood friend, Anzu, knows who he used to be. So she’s a little overprotective and gets exasperated sometimes because she doesn’t always have the emotional bandwidth to deal with everything Yuugi has on his plate. But she tries, she really tries.

Rumors spread. Some people pick on Yuugi, call him awful things, beat him up. It’s what he expected. Even Jounouchi, who’s confused and conflicted by what Yuugi represents to him. So he takes the beatings and the name-calling. At least he gets to live as a boy. So the beatings and the name-calling continue. It’s almost what he thinks he deserves—but a buried part of him wishes for something better.

So he wishes on the puzzle for friends, good friends who will see him for who he really is. And what does he get but the spirit of an ancient king as a companion.

Suddenly, he’s sharing his body—his “imperfect,” transitioning body—with another soul. Atem understands and accepts his struggle. Teaches him how to carry himself like a man. How to be brave and a good friend, how to have confidence in himself.

And he does. And the beauty of it is Yuugi teaches Atem a few very crucial things about being a good man. A good person.

Then we have Kaiba, who seems to me pretty unambiguously gay. And what I love about my headcanon of a trans boy Yuugi is it shines this beautiful bittersweet light on pride/rival/flareshipping. Kaiba is devoted to Atem, loves and seeks Atem. He seems confused and betrayed when he realizes there are two Yuugis, as he puts it. Like he’s betrayed about Yuugi’s truth after buying the “fantasy” of Atem.

tagged by: @waxwingedhawks 🧡

The rules: post the first/last line of a wip then tag as many people as there are words.

first line: Katsuki finds him sitting on a bench outside L’impremerie, wearing a light denim jacket and dark jeans and, Katsuki can hardly stand it, a red and white striped knit hat.

last line: Beautiful, Katsuki thinks with a grimace. How soft he’s gotten over this brilliant weirdo, and all in a few short weeks.

it’s aroace season am I writing ace tdrk? and aro bkg? because I can’t help myself even though I have 3 WIPs that NEED to be finished?

For @flashfictionfridayofficial​ 

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They hold Izuku’s memorial on a mossy outcropping in the national forest an hour outside of Musutafu city. 

Katsuki fights tooth and nail to get the group of them to reconsider. He knows what the others won’t believe: 

“He’s not gone, he’s—“

And they look at him with damp, crumpled faces, saying,

When are you going to accept it, Bakugou?

But Izuku will return some day, when he’s done with his last mission. He has to, or Katsuki will— 

Think of his mother, they say, the woman is grieving. 

oooh this one is from a restaurant AU I’m working on where Deku is a food blogger

Katsuki sits up with some difficulty and pats at the bedside table for his wallet.

“What are they, four hundred? Five hundred?”

“They’re six fifty for the limited edition,” Izuku mumbles.

Katsuki groans and flops back down.

“I’ll venmo you a rack. Just leave me alone.”

“Kacchan, I have a shoot tonight. And I need to be in those sneakers and at hair and makeup by six the latest.”

“Don’t care.”

“You know how important those sneakers are to my brand.”

“Really don’t care.”

Izuku leans over him, green eyes sly and knowing. The little nerd is planning something, but Katsuki is almost too hungover to care.

“How about this. You take my morning appointment so I can go see my sneaker plug. You’re gonna be nice and give me all your tasting notes so I can do a write up. And then you’re gonna cook me that paella I like, and then we’ll be even.”

Katsuki groans.

“No deal.”

“Kacchan. You puked on my sneakers.”

Katsuki sighs and drags himself upright.