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First “I love you”s with the BNHA Boys
Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima
Summary: How I think some of my favs would say their first ily and when it would be in the relationship. Pretty much first major confession stories...
A/N: So sorry for inactivity. I always get way too carried away with these sorts of headcanons... Let me know if you guys want a part two with maybe some pro heroes, villains, or maybe more students??
Bakugo:
Yeah, Bakugo sucks at words
Bakugo said his quite far into the relationship, let’s be real
To begin with, his love language was actions, not words
So when he realised that he needed to say it at some point or you may get upset with him, he panicked
I’m sure you were incredibly accepting of his form of affection, slightly aggressive or not, that you weren't pressing for him to say it
You knew he would be uncomfortable with it, so you make it your mission to say it to him first
That way he could feel either relieved that you said first, confident enough to say it himself when he was ready, or let it out at the same time
Spoiler: it was the latter
You both blurted it out together
The two of you were in a fight, nothing unusual
However, it wasn’t one of the playful ones that more commonly end with you giggling and pleading for his mercy as he tickled you
You’d never yell in those sorts of fights, and neither would he
But this one was serious
The points and arguments attacking each other were incredibly personal, but both sides were very unselfish
For example, you said: “Your inferiority complex is what makes you this way and you’re gonna push yourself too hard one day!”
To which he’d reply with: “Look at you, if you want to play hero let me do what I want and focus on yourself. Don’t waste your time on me when I’m perfectly fine”
You get the idea
All you wanted was for him to look after himself
Once you believed the fight was incredibly stupid, you stormed off
Bakugo of course tried to catch up with you only for you to slam a door in his face, which you instantly regretted
It took you a good half an hour to open the door again
Bakugo stood up immediately at the sight of your puffy eyes
He felt awful
But the three words came out as follows:
“Katsuki... I’m sorry”
“No, I am”
“Katsu, please, you know that I get worked up”
“And I do too”
There was a pause, neither of you knowing who would speak first
That’s when you spoke at the same time
“I only said what I said because I love you and care about you”
“I almost pushed you away because I love you so much, dumbass”
“What did you say?”
“Huh”
You got him to repeat himself, and he mumbled it shyly
You awed, hurrying up to him to pull him tightly into your chest and reassured him softly
He was too shocked to get emotional or cry
He was mainly relieved that you said it too, because as soon as that fight picked up, he was afraid you didn’t
Now that it was off his chest, he was relieved
And knowing everything that you did was because you loved him back made him feel so much better
But he made sure that you both said it often enough to avoid doubt
Shinso:
My soft purple boy...
He knew he loved you instantly, much like most of the boys on this list
He had finally found someone with similar interests as him, same sense of humour, same goals, and loved cats too
Best of all, you never assumed anything because of his quirk
And with Shinso’s childhood, encountering someone who thought nothing like those other kids, he wanted to hold onto you forever
You feeling safe around him wasn’t something that grew over time after meeting him
It was instantaneous
You had introduced yourself to him and he cocked an eyebrow at you
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Scared? Why would I be scared?”
“Don’t you know I’m the kid with the brainwash quirk that everyone says to ‘beware’?”
“Oh, yeah. I knew”
“Then why did you approach me?”
“I don’t know, I thought your quirk was actually really cool and wanted to know why your in the general department and not in the hero department”
That was the first time he had ever heard someone talk about his quirk in such a way
He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t fall in love instantly as you took a seat next to him and began ranting about how rigged the entrance exam was
I didn’t mean to get into a whole backstory so lets hurry with the confession:
You two weren’t even dating yet when he said it
And it wasn’t even that far into your friendship that he let it slip
The two of you had stopped into a cat cafe on the way home from UA
You had already finished eating and were busy playing with the numerous cats surrounding your table
After all, Shinso was a cat magnet
You cooed at a kitten in your lap, talking to it in your baby voice
Shinso sat across from you, chin resting in his hand smiling fondly to himself
The fact that he loved you was so apparent to him that he almost forgot that you didn’t know
For some reason, he had forgotten that you really couldn’t read his mind, even though you were so similar to him
At this point, your teasing but genuine affection had made Shinso forget that you weren't dating
Being around each other was so comfortable
He never had been so blessed
While you played with the cat, he sighed
“Damn... I love you...”
“:0”
“:|”
The boy had the audacity to clear his throat and pretend he didn’t say it, like it was a ghost or something that had whispered it so softly and meaningfully in a voice that sounded just like his voice..?
Of course you knew it was him
“Do you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“>:[”
“Yes?”
“This is so sudden... I mean we’re not even dating? Do I say it back now? How long have you felt this way? Do I have to meet your parents now? Wait, do you even want a relationship? No-”
Shinso leaned over the table and placed his hand over your mouth to hush you
“It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean to say it so soon”
You peel his large hand off your mouth
“No, it’s fine... I’m kind of relieved...”
“Why’s that?”
“I was going to ask you out after this... and I didn’t know if you’d say yes”
You laughed nervously, turning back to the cat and avoided Shinso’s eyes
Let’s just say that he definitely said yes and that spot in the cat cafe became his favourite place ever
You said that you loved him right after he agreed to date you
Kirishima:
Kiri! Kiri! Kiri! Kiri!
Words are 100% his thing!
In fact, after you started dating, he couldn’t wait to say it!
He would have said it as soon as you agreed to date him if it wasn’t for his plan that he had come up with as soon as he realised he had a crush on you
This plan of his consisted of him confessing that he loves you after a long date that ended with you two stargazing on a hill with candles and sandwiches and blankets and-
Argh, it was going to be perfect!
Originally, he intended jump right into it and ask you to hang out then take you to the arcade, then to lunch, then the festival, then across the lake, then to the park as friends!
Denki thought it was stupid that he’d go through all that effort without knowing if you even liked him back!
So, with Denki’s “experience”, he instructed Kirishima on a new 20 step plan in order to say it at the right moment
Kiri, being so lovestruck, he could only listen to him
The first date he asked you on was a simple study date
According to Denki’s plan, Kiri was to take baby steps in order to build up to a date of that magnitude
With Kirishima being the sunshine boy he is, every date was a blast (even the study one)
As it came to the completion of the 20 step plan, Kiri began to grow nervous
Remember how I said words are 100% his thing?
Well, at least they were
Before the big day at least
He was incredible fidgety the entire time, from when you got to the arcade to when you hopped onto the boat to cross the lake
You weren’t stupid, you noticed how his laughter faded out quickly as how he avoided your eyes more often than not
It caused you to get a bit anxious yourself, making the boat ride over to the park incredibly awkward
You usually relied on him to bounce back on, but now...
Why was he even anxious? The date had gone perfectly!
You looked like you had enjoyed yourself, so why was he questioning if you would love him back?
Nonetheless, he led you to the exactly place on the hill he had planned it to happen three months ago
You rolled out the picnic blanket, lit the candles, ate the sandwiches and waited for the sun to go down
The temperature dropped, causing you to shiver, just like Kiri planned
So he took out the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, much more awkwardly than he had watched on repeat in his head for months
But you took it with a smile, and he loosened up a bit
When it became dark enough for you to see the stars, you lay down on wrapped in the blanket
Your eyes were filled with wonder as you found yourself absent-mindedly telling Kiri about the different stars
That’s when Kiri found his hand itching for the speech that he stashed into his pocket after rewriting it over and over again
He was sure he had formulated his words right
But at that moment, seeing you just as he had dreamed in this perfect moment, but only more beautiful, he realised it would never go as he planned
“And I think that one is Sirius. It’s got to be the brightest star”
“Y/N”
“Yes?”
“I want to tell you something”
You’re heart dropped
“What is it?”
“I’m so in love with you, you have no idea. Ever since I met you, I thought you were incredible and beautiful... It’s not very manly for me to admit this but... I have literally dreamed of this moment. But none of my dreams could have never prepared me for this. I love you, Y/N, and it’s okay if you don’t love me back”
“Oh thank goodness, I’m so glad that was what you wanted to say”
“Huh?”
“I noticed how fidgety you were and I feared the worst if I’m honest!”
“Oh, no I didn’t want to make you feel that way! I was just nervous that you wouldn’t accept my confession...”
“Of course I do! I love you too!”
He was so relieved, and never regretted the way the confession when down
Since he recovered from his initial nerves, he’d say it constantly and you’d always laugh and reciprocate his words
Hold Tight Bakugo X Reader
Contains: slight gore and angst
Bakugo finds you bloodied and injured. The question of how much time you have left weighing on his mind.
This isn’t how you planned your evening to go. You were going to go home, change, and meet up with your boyfriend. It didn’t seem like that now though. Especially with the metal bar sticking straight through your core.
How it happened was unknown. You had turned around for a second and then…
It happened.
You didn’t know how to describe the feelings going through you. But the date you had planned with your boyfriend was as good as gone. Everything was going to be gone soon.
Sirens sounded in the back of your mind, each one fainter than the next. The paramedics could barely be made out. You could see their shapes moving across your vision, but no sense could be made of it all. “I guess this is it,” you whispered to no one in particular.
It’s not like anyone was listening anyway. It was just you and…
And the man rushing towards you, his making screaming incoherent words. “Ba…be. Baby stay with me. Please just hand on. You’ll get some help in a second alright? Babe?”
Something wet fell on your face. Rain? No the sky was clear. Tears? that had to be it. The man was crying. “Hey,” you reached for his face, “why are you crying? There’s no need to cry. I’ll be fine, see?” Your smile faltered, as blood spilled from your lips. “I’m feel better already.” It was a lie. You knew it and so did he.
He began yelling at someone you couldn’t see as a mask was put over your face. “Breath honey,” was the last think you heard before the world caved in.
You could feel yourself being moved, but had no idea where to. Consciousness was a hard think to hold onto, but deep down you knew.
Either way this would end in heart break.
Love at First Sight or Falling Over Time?
includes: midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso
a/n: this is my first post like this so apologies if it sucks
right off the bat I can tell you that when midoriya first sees you he falls. and he falls hard
you remember how he acts when he first met uraraka?
yeah like that but tenfold
face entirely red, he's stumbling over his words
he just kinda stares at you in awe
all you did was apologise for bumping into him, but you looked so graceful doing it
you had been in a rush on your way to the UA entrance exam and in your panic you didn't notice the short boy in front of you
after running into him your hair was a mess and your clothes were dishevelled
yet that didn't seem to matter as deku swore you were the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen
when 10 whole seconds had gone by without midoriya saying anything you just awkwardly continued on your way; remembering to watch where you're going this time
ever since that encounter, everytime midoriya sees you around UA he struggles to speak a full sentence to you
partly because he's embarrassed about your first meeting, but mostly because you're the most perfect person he's ever seen
I mean it should be a crime for you to look that good in the school uniform
so, whenever you guys interact his mouth goes dry and his face burns
which is often
cause you're in the same class
someone please help this lovesick boy
at the beginning of the school year todoroki didn't really pay attention to anyone
he had his own stuff going on and didn't really see the value of interacting with his fellow classmates
however, after you and midoriya help todoroki out during the sports festival he does start to take an interest in you
he obviously wouldn't understand these growing feelings he has for you, but they'd still be there
I'm positive he'd bring it up to midoriya at some point about how he views you differently than he does the rest of the dekusquad
clueless boy thinks you have some hidden quirk that fills his head with thoughts of you 24/7 and gives him butterflies when he looks your way
midoriya would have to awkwardly explain to todoroki that, no, it is not normal to imagine holding your friend's hand
or subconsciously write down their name in class
or feel warm and giddy inside when they laugh at something you said
or draw what you're future children would look like
you get the point
shoto falls hard after he starts to respect his classmates yet its gonna take a while before he understands why your smile makes his heart do backflips
please be patient with him
it'd definitely take a while for any feelings to surface - romantic or otherwise
after all you are only an extra that's in his way
bakugo treats you the same as he treats any of his other classmates in the beginning, which is shit
however, during the sports festival you do gain some of his respect
congrats
you didn't face him directly but that doesn't mean you managed to slip under his radar
bakugo may seem like a dickward who's ignorant to those around him but he takes great pride in keeping track of the competition around him
no where close to how midoriya analyses people, but he's still observant
anyway after that he appears to tolerate your presence more, but only slightly - don't push your luck
when the bakusquad is assembled you are officially part of it
a group of reckless teenagers with a death wish, endlessly mocking the classes resident scary dog?
count you in
and that's all it is for a while, friendship
all though, come second year katsuki finds himself stealing second glances at you from across the classroom
he curses himself everytime but he can't help it
at night when he's trying to sleep his mind can only think of you and how determined you are
or how you get cocky whenever your good at something
or when you gave that guy a piece of your mind when he cat-called you in public
the rest of the bakusquad were prepping to beat his ass but then came you stomping towards him with the wrath of a thousand suns in your eyes
your eyes that bakugo gets lost in when you're explaining something to him
(he plays it off as if ignoring you was a conscious decision - you don't need to know the real reason)
at first he'll be a bit upset at these new found feelings
how the hell is he supposed to be the future n. 1 hero if he can't stop thinking of you??
he'll try to suppress his feelings in a fruitless attempt of forgetting them
he won't admit it but he's scared
scared you won't feel the same
scared you'll reject him
scared your friendship will be ruined
eventually the rest of the bakusquad will help him confess as his crush on you is very obvious and they're all dying inside waiting for you two to get together
watching you two be oblivious morons took 10 years off their life spans
let's just state the obvious,,
shinso definitely has trust issues
poor boy's been misunderstood and feared by everyone his entire life
so it's a given that when he first meets you his immediate reaction isn't to begin planning your wedding
instead it's more of a brace for an insult, or teasing or the likes
cause to him all students in the hero course are stuck up
and he's maybe kinda a little jealous
but then you simply wave with this unassuming, gentle smile on your face
and god he swore his heart skipped a beat
but he refused to think anything of it - you probably just didn't know who he was
with that mindset he brushed past you without even a small smile or nod of the head
the next time he saw you was in class 1a when he finally transferred into the hero course
he'd been seated in the seat behind you and, just like before, you greeted him with a pleasant smile and small wave
when the bell rang everyone began to head to the cafeteria in their friend groups
some students could care less about the new student replacing mineta while others were cautious of the mind controller
except for you
you walked over to his desk and started introducing yourself
the truth is you had watched shinso and his fight against midoriya in the sports festival and had been intrigued by his quirk since
shinso was still skeptical as he listened to you invite him to eat lunch with your friends
surely this was some kinda trick
an elaborate scheme to get him to drop his guard
but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months you continued to shower hitoshi in unrelenting kindness
never before had shinso been so excited to wake up in the morning, let alone go to school
and shinso wasn't clueless
he knew that being in the hero course wasn't the cause of the pep in his step
or the reason he was taking more of an interest in his appearance
and being close with aizawa didn't help
his teacher immediately notices the blush on his face when you looked his way
or the longing look he gave you when he watched you train
yes, shinso had definitely fallen for you,, not that he'd ever tell you
Total man whore right there 👍
N' when he just wakes up and has messy ass hair and tired eyes 😩🥵
not to be so horny on main, but when bakugou is home, all he wears are those super tight black boxer shorts
Aaaghhhh!!!!! I'm s creaming
a longer, more insane version of this post. @dcsiremc, you always give me the most insane cases of brainrot, i swear tw: yandere
"Please, please, my boyfriend! He's trapped inside, you have to save him!"
Bakugo took a brief second to look into your eyes — tear stained and wide with fear — before he unwillingly ripped them away to gaze at the burning building in front of him. He had a job to do.
"Don't worry," he reassured you, large hand on your shoulder guiding you further away from the flames. He gently shoved you in the direction of the sidewalk, closer to his peers already working to douse the fire, urging you to safety. "I'll take care of him."
Bakugo knew that time was of the essence. A house like yours, the burning flames could eat up the old wooden walls quicker than one could even blink. They could do a lot worse to a person.
Slipping the bulky shield over his face, he took quick strides into what was once your home, unafraid of the inferno. Body crouched low to peer past the thick smoke, he surveyed his surroundings. The walls had begun to crumble, revealing the large structural beams that held the skeleton of your home together — he could see the jagged, rusted nails poking out here and there. Above him, the panels that had once made up your ceiling began to droop and fall, weakened by the flames.
Passing by an open doorway, Bakugo peered into what looked to be a living room. The large space had already been engulfed. Your once warm and inviting space was charred. The billowing curtains were reduced to nothing but tatters. And on the floor, the single butt of a once lit cigarette — the start of the fire — thrown in through your always open window by a bum teen looking to make a quick buck. It would burn in the flames, along with everything else, leaving no evidence behind.
His survey was interrupted by a hacking cough coming from what he assumed to be the kitchen. Bakugo followed the sound, dipping low to avoid touching the doorframe that had begun to sag with its lack of support. The fire in the room burned hot and he had to squint past his mask to see into the smoke. It didn't take him long to spot his objective.
"Help, please! I hurt my ankle trying to escape, I don't think I can walk!" The helpless calls of a man — your boyfriend — pleaded.
Bakugo blinked slowly, stepping closer to the heap of a person huddled on the ground, trying to escape the smoke. He was curled up in a corner, one hand around a wound that spilled bright blood from a gnarly gash. It was likely given to him by one of the few fallen support beams surrounding the man, their nails sharp and biting. As Bakugo stepped forward toward the man, he heard the burning roof above him creak and groan.
"You the boyfriend?" he asked, voice only a few decibels above casual conversation — just enough to be heard over the fire.
"Yes, yes, please! Save me! I have to get out of here, I have to get back to her!"
Under his mask, Bakugo's lips curled into a sneering smirk. "Perfect."
He crouched low to the ground, gloved hands hauling up one of the support beams. With a heavy grunt, he lifted it, giving the man on the floor just enough room to begin crawling toward him. He watched as your boyfriend felt the floor with closed fists, gingerly picking his path toward Bakugo's boots.
When he was close enough, Bakugo dropped the support beam on his back.
Wind knocked out of him, the man on the floor could only let out a gasping groan as Bakugo placed one of his heavy boots down on the support beam. "What are you doing?!" he tried to scream, but the smoke in his lungs only made it come out as a wheeze.
Bakugo jerked his boot down, pinning the man to the floor and digging rusted nails into the flesh of his back. He reveled in the strangled cry the man made.
"Just keepin' my promise and takin' care of you," he responded, voice low and dark. "Shame I couldn't save you before the fire killed you."
He ground his boot down even further onto the support beam before stepping off, satsified with what he'd done. Crouching low once more, he picked up the man's face with a gloved hand.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of your girl." The man couldn't see the crazed look in Bakugo's eyes nor the wide grin on his face as he added, "Well, suppose she's my girl now."
Letting out a breath that was just shy of a laugh, Bakugo stood once more to leave. He ignored the pleading cries of the man on the ground as he stepped his way out of the kitchen. On his way out, his sharp eye caught the sight of a metal canister tucked away in the untouched part of your kitchen. Walking over to it, he smirked.
"Glad to know she likes camping," he muttered to himself, picking up the small can of butane you'd left attached to a portable stove. It felt heavy, full with fuel. He glanced back over to your boyfriend. "No evidence left behind."
As he left the room completely, he tossed the canister back into the flames of the kitchen. Maybe it had been overkill using the tiny crackles of his quirk to initially ignite the gas, but he couldn't take any chances. Running out of the building, he escaped with just enough time for the explosion to only lick at his heels.
Outside, Bakugo could already see you sobbing, tears leaving track marks down your soot covered skin. The scream that left your throat at the realization he'd left your home alone almost made him feel bad. Almost. But as you clung to him, overcome with emotion and needing the support of anyone that breathed, he knew it would only be a matter of time before you'd forget all about the man still left inside to burn.
It would only be a matter of time before you'd be completely and irrevocably his.
your house burnt down: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82
Doodle dump!⚡
I discovered a new drawing technique and it ended up doing wonders for my art :) it was just meant to be a little exercise but I got carried away lol
Found a bunch of art on my old tablet ‼️ doodle dump time
(most of) These are from when I first started drawing mha characters. I actually still rock with them somewhat ⚡
transmasc bakugou x transmasc reader where they just help themselves through period dysphoria?
☆ sugar, spice & everything nice
ftm ! katsuki bakugo x ftm reader [he / him]
sypnosis : above !
the lowercase is intentional !
katsuki had been grumbling away in his dorm room all day. people noticed as they walked past, but they didn't say anything. they were too scared of him, afraid that they might get blown up by his quirk or even worse. nobody dared walk into katsuki's room, or even stay by his door for a second too long.
in reality, katsuki was acting like this because he was on his period. whilst being on his period, a massive amount of dysphoria just suddenly dropped it's load on him. it was always like this when he was on his period. he just always wished it would go away. too bad he wasn't on testosterone yet.
a knock was then heard on katsuki's door, followed by a voice. "hey, katsuki! open up!" [name] said on the other side of the door, being persistent with his knocking. he then groaned, getting ready to leave as his boyfriend wasn't opening the door. and, as if by coincidence, the door swings open and katsuki drags [name] inside.
"i guess it's safe to say you've started too, huh?" [name] said as he got dragged inside, a small chuckle following his words. katsuki just glared at [name] and lead him to the bed so they could lay down together.
katsuki groaned once more as he reached the bed. he wrapped his arms around [name]'s waist, pulling him close before resting his hands on [name]'s waist. the heat from his palms were soothing for [name]'s cramps. he was glad his boyfriend had his quirk at times, other times he wasn't so glad. such as the times where katsuki threatened to blow him up the last time he was on his period.
"this thing is so stupid. why do i have to have a stupid period when i'm not even a woman?" katsuki mumbled under his breath, clearly feeling frustrated and dysphoric about his situation. "sure, periods aren't what define a woman but whatever. this thing sucks, makes me feel like less of a guy." he continued to mutter, and [name] hummed along as he listened.
"at least when we both start going on t, our periods will stop. but, who knows how long that'll be." [name] responded, trying to sound hopeful but it was no use. katsuki still grumbled and moaned, even rolling his eyes at [name]'s comment. "yeah, and how long is it going to be that we'll be allowed to start?" the blonde boy huffed in response, a sigh escaping his lips.
the two of them stayed in silence for a little while, not saying anything. the sound of their breathing and slight shuffling around on the bed filled the room. that was before [name] decided to speak up once more.
"you know, even though we still get our 'shark week' every month, i still view you as a guy. even though we haven't started any hormone therapy or anything. you're still a man to me, and you're my boyfriend." [name] whispers softly, a small smile on his lips as he speaks. he wants katsuki to feel less dysphoric about his period, and reassure him at the same time. "plus, you're super manly." the boy chuckled, imitating kirishima.
katsuki rolled his eyes at [name]'s words. he really tried to hide how much they meant to him, but the small blush on his cheeks, the picking up of his heartbeat and the smile on his lips made it obvious that they meant a lot. "thanks, [name]." katsuki mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to the back of [name]'s neck. "you're.. manly too. despite everything, we're still guys aren't we, huh? just two guys who bleed out every frickin' month." he grumbled under his breath.
for the both of them, having their periods did affect them. they were both trans so when their periods came they doubted their identities. however, with eachother, they got through it. every month. they didn't give up on eachother, nor did they give up for what they stood for too.
"how about we go eat some spicy noodles? i have the ones you like in my room. we can prepare them in the common room." [name] said, detangling himself from katsuki to sit up on the bed and shake him. "we can't spend all day sitting here like grumps. we'll stick to the bed." he continued to mumble and shake katsuki.
"spicy noodles? tch.. you do know me, huh?" katsuki chuckled softly, sitting up too and placing a quick peck on [name]'s lips. "i guess we're boyfriends for that reason though, aren't we?" he hummed, a small smirk on his lips before getting out of bed and making his way out of his dorm. [name] followed close behind, seeming to be in a better mood than his boyfriend who had his hand stuffed in his pockets and was grumbling the whole way.
the two finally got to the common room. on the way there, [name] picked up the noodles from his dorm and started preparing them. katsuki started chopping up some vegetables to add to the noodles, as well as boiling an egg. once the noodles were finished, katsuki added his toppings and let [name] add some too. the two then sat on the couch together, eating their noodles.
"we're always here for eachother, aren't we?" [name] said softly as he looked at katsuki. "no matter what. i mean, our cycles aren't synced too so." he added, wiggling his eyebrows. katsuki immediately shoved [name]'s face out of his view so he could finish chowing down on his noodles.
a few others went down to the common room and got some food for themselves. they were talking in their own groups and laughing. kaminari and kirishima came up to katsuki and [name], grinning at the two of them.
"seems like bakugo finally got out of his room!" kaminari commented with a laugh. katsuki glared at kaminari and almost got ready to use his quirk on the other boy. "and he's not grumbling too." kirishima added with a chuckle.
[name] looked at the two boys before looking over at katsuki. he smiled and pinched his cheek, a little coo escaping his lips. "it's because of me, isn't it?" [name] said with a small smirk. katsuki almost blew him up too.
kirishima and kaminari decided to back off. they went over to other members of the class, occasionally looking back at katsuki and [name] with a chuckle.
"i love you." [name] whispered, ruffling katsuki's hair gently. "my handsome boyfriend, my manly man." he said, obviously teasing the blonde. katsuki just rolled his eyes and scoffed at [name]. "yeah, yeah. whatever. i love you too." he mumbled, eating his noodles.
the two of them then shared the same routine throughout their next cycles. comforting words, spicy food and laughs with their friends. it was perfect, and it helped both of them get their minds off of their period and their dysphoria.
author's note : hope you guys enjoy this ! again, sorry for posting so slowly. i'm just on holiday so i've been relaxing more. i will try and get requests out and more things though! keep requesting ! <3
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Daily reminder that Izuku didn’t think of saving the captive until he saw it was Kacchan.
i love bones for them putting katsuki much taller than izuku i love bones for that
—el Hanahaki es una enfermedad que afecta a personas con un amor no correspondido, no hay una edad en especifico donde sea más propensa a surgir, ni un sexo en especifico— el profesor explicaba con una voz monótona aquel tema como si fuera la primera vez que nos lo enseñan. Cada año sin falta metían ese tema al plan de estudios, nos lo sabíamos al derecho y al revés —Al no ser correspondidos el corazón comienza a producir una sustancia conocida como "hana-byō", al mes de contraer la enfermedad quien la padece comienza a toser pétalos de flores, a los tres meses comienzan los problemas respiratorios, a los cinco meses tallos de flores comienzan a crecer al rededor del corazón— ahí el profesor detuvo su explicación, nunca nos explicaban más allá de eso.
Alguien a mi lado levanto su mano —¿que ocurre después de los cinco meses? Nunca nos han querido explicar eso.
—ese es un tema delicado y no todos se sienten cómodos hablando de ellos, menos si alguien cercano padeció el hanahaki— todos lo miraban a la espera de que continuara con la explicación, suspiró y siguió hablando —los tallos siguen creciendo mientras aplastan lentamente el corazón e invaden otros órganos, para ese punto quien lo padece ya no puede respiran sin ayuda, sufre taquicardia por el esfuerzo del corazón en cumplir con su función, y las "mariposas en el estomago" se convierten en avispas, pierden la capacidad del habla y el dolor les impide ser racionales, se convierten en seres llenos de dolor incapaces de pensar. Algunos creen que para ese momento lo único que ronda por sus cabezas es aquella persona que no les correspondió. Al final mueren.
El salón se hundió en un profundo silencio donde el tictac del reloj se clavaba en nuestras cabezas. El hanahaki parecía lo peor que le podía pasar a las personas. Fue en ese momento cuando comprendimos el porque nos mantuvieron en secreto las consecuencias del hana-byō. No querían que le tuviéramos miedo al amor. No querían asustarnos.
—el hanahaki puede curarse con una operación, pero eso involucra dejar atrás todos los sentimientos que lo provocaron. Olvidando a la persona que amaron.
Nadie se movía, nadie reaccionaba, y el profesor solo nos veía sintiéndose culpable de todos y cada uno de los pensamientos que pasaron por nuestra cabeza.
"El amor duele"
∞∞∞
Ya había pasado un año desde que aquel profesor nos habló del hanahaki. Un año de temerle a conocer a aquella persona que se robara mi aliento y que me provocara mariposas en el estomago porque le temía a perder ese aliento y a las avispas que invadirían mi interior.
En aquella época la relación que mantenía con mis compañeros se fue alejando hasta volverse casi nula, no cruzábamos palabras, nadie se hablaba, aquellos que mantenían una relación igualmente acabaron por separarse. Todos le temían a las relaciones. Todos le temían al amor.
Luego de graduarme entré a la Yuuei, esperaba no encontrar a ninguno de mis antiguos compañeros y que revivieran esos amargos recuerdos de la secundaria. Aunque me terminé topando con una chica, aquella chica me parecía la persona más genial y masculina que había conocido. Su nombre era Mina, nos volvimos cercanos, tanto que acabamos tomando la decisión de iniciar una relación, en ese momento comprendíamos nuestros sentimientos y el hanahaki no nos preocupaba, confiábamos el uno en el otro, pero lo que creímos que era amor no era nada más que un estúpido intento de no estar solos.
Acabamos tomando caminos diferentes, nos enfocamos en nuestros estudios y pasatiempos, tiempo después dejó Yuuei para estudiar en una academia de baile. Todo terminó en buenos términos, pero el vacío en el corazón igual apareció. Sabía que ella era feliz haciendo lo que amaba y con la nueva persona que llegó a ocupar su corazón. Y yo... Yo tenía a Kaminari, el único amigo que había hecho además de Mina, y como ella, él no tardó en alejarse de igual forma cuando conoció a quien él llamaba "el amor de su vida", era tan feliz estando a su lado que no dije nada cuando comenzó a distanciarse.
—A partir de hoy tendrán un nuevo compañero... Adelante, puedes presentarte— la voz calmada y desganada del profesor fue opacada por la voz del nuevo estudiante.
—me llamo Bakugo Katsuki.
—con eso es suficiente, al fondo hay un asiento vacío.
Él camino hasta su lugar, justo al lado del mío. Miraba al suelo, caminaba algo encorvado y su uniforme estaba desarreglado, daba una muy mala primera impresión.
En todo el día no cruzó palabras con nadie, solo tomaba notas, murmuraba cosas que estoy seguro de que eran malas palabras y miraba al suelo. Para ser honesto, me daba algo de miedo.
Hay casualidades que no esperas, como encontrarte a tu ex-suegro en la tienda o llevar la misma playera que otras personas en una reunión, pero de todas esas casualidades el toparme a Bakugo mientras iba camino a casa no era algo que esperaba que sucediera. Cuando chocó su hombro con el mío imaginé cientos de escenario donde yo salía herido. Pero en lugar de eso el solo se disculpó, desvió la mirada y se dio la vuelta. Justo ahí mi percepción sobre lo que era un chico rudo y antipático cambió, no parecía alguien malo, solo era alguien marginado, asocial, distante, alguien que se parecía a mi.
Intenté mil y un cosas para acercarme a él, pero solo me ignoraba.
—hey, Bakugo...
—vete a la mierda— no cruzábamos palabras además de eso.
El tiempo pasaba, las hojas caían y el frío cubría el ambiente. El café en mis manos era lo que me brindaba calor y me salvaba de morir congelado en aquella ruidosa cafetería, que era un poco, solo un poco, más calidad que el salón de clases. Aunque en esos momentos, donde me debatía sobre seguir disfrutando mi café o seguir estudiando para los exámenes, el frío era lo de menos.
Dejé caer mi cabeza contra la mesa, no entendía nada y mi café se enfriaba.
—oye, shittyhair... ¿tu... Ehhh... Necesitas ayuda?— al sentir los toques en mi hombro y su voz llamándome levanté la cabeza, la luz de los ventanales iluminaba su cabello y hacía que sus ojos brillaran como fuego, era la calidez que quería sentir cada día, cada amanecer y anochecer. Ver esos ojos me hizo sentir calor en aquella helada mañana.
—si...
—hazme un espacio en la mesa— moví mis cuadernos, mi café y me recorrí en el asiento para dejarle el lugar.
—¿con qué tienes problemas?
—matemáticas...
—deja de susurrar, me irritas— hasta ese comentario no me había percatado de lo bajo que estaba hablando, ni de lo retraído que estaba, parecía a la defensiva esperando cualquier ataque de Bakugo, en cambio el se mostraba tan natural, sin ningún miedo ante la plática.
—lo siento, por cierto, soy Kirishima.
—me da igual. Dame tu cuaderno— pasamos toda la hora del almuerzo estudiando, era algo rudo a la hora de explicar, pero a la vez era amable.
—¿podríamos... Tu... Digo... Salida... Ehh...
—solo dilo.
—¿a la salida podemos reunirnos a estudiar?
—claro, no tengo nada que hacer luego de clases.
Nuestras reuniones continuaron volviéndose cada vez más frecuentes, ya no solo estudiábamos, pasábamos tardes enteras hablando, compartiendo nuestros intereses y volviéndonos más cercanos. Las tardes frías eran cálidas a su lado.
Bakugo era el fuego ardiente que llegó a iluminar mi vida, quien llegó a sacarme de la soledad y quien me hizo dejar el miedo al amor en el olvido. Ya no le temía al hanahaki. Ya no le temía a mis sentimientos. Ya no le temía a Bakugo.
Cada vez que me miraba, cada vez que me sonreía, cada vez que escuchaba su voz la calidez en mi corazón crecía y las mariposas se multiplicaban. Quería permanecer a su lado para toda la vida.
—¿quieres ir a una fiesta?
—¿tu vas a fiestas? Creí que odiabas esas cosas.
—es el cumpleaños de un amigo o algo así, estoy obligado a ir y si tengo que ir prefiero que este alguien que si me agrade en la fiesta.
La fiesta fue un sábado, aún recuerdo el olor de la loción de Bakugo, el color de su camisa y su cara de fastidio al ver a todos los invitados. Se refería a cada uno con apodos, hasta a su amigo, quien cumplía años, lo llamaba por un apodo y no por su nombre.
—hola, Kacchan— ¿kacchan? —creí que no vendrías, no te gustan las fiest...
—cállate maldito nerd de mierda, yo no quería venir.
—Bakugo, no seas tan grosero.
—no te metas, Kirishima.
Hace tiempo había dejado de llamarme "shittyhair", había ganado su confianza y había conseguido que me viera como un igual y no como alguien inferior a él.
—¿Kacchan, quién es él?— cuestionó el chico peliverde, era un poco más pequeño que Bakugo y que yo, me veía con curiosidad.
—él es Kirishima.
—nunca habías traído a algún amigo... Creí que no llamabas a nadie tu amigo... Él... ¿es tu... Es... Tu novio?
—no— seco, frío, cortante. Ese "no" me devolvió a la realidad, una donde no era realmente alguien tan importante para Bakugo, donde no podía ver su rostro cada mañana y donde mis sentimientos no eran correspondidos —¿porque saldría con alguien? Las relaciones son pura basura.
—si Kacchan, lo siento— el chico tiró de las mangas de su playera, parecía temerle a Bakugo pero aun así quería acercarse a él, y por más que Bakugo se mostrara a la defensiva no lo alejaba. Eran cercanos.
Me sentía incomodo, nadie al rededor estaba prestando real atención a nuestra conversación. Parecían acostumbrados a que eso sucediera. Todos conocían la relación entre Bakugo y ese chico. Y Bakugo no les había hablado sobre mi, ni a mi me mencionó algo sobre su vida social, pero... ¿porque debía de hacerlo?, no era realmente especial para él, solo era un amigo más. Un amigo al que ocultó de los demás.
—Kirishima, quita esa cara de idiota. Llevas buen rato viendo a la nada.
—solo estaba pensando.
—¿tu piensas?
—¡oye! ¡yo si pienso! No soy tan tonto.
—¿así que si eres algo tonto?
—noo... No es a lo que me refería.
El ambiente entre Bakugo y yo había vuelto a la normalidad. ¿que más daba si el no correspondía a mis sentimientos? ¿que importaba si era cercano a otras personas? No podía exigir que fuera única y exclusivamente para mi. No podía decir que era mío.
El resto de la fiesta fue un poco más relajado que la bienvenida, Bakugo seguía irritándose cada que alguien además de mi le hablaba y yo conocí a algunas nuevas caras, aun no podía llamarlos amigos, sería raro. Pero por una vez no éramos solo Bakugo y yo. No éramos las únicas voces que interrumpían nuestros silencios. No estábamos solos.
Podía confiar en que si nos separábamos por cualquier razón el no estaría solo, sabía que ese chico peliverde no lo abandonaría. Ese chico lo apreciaba lo suficiente como para hacerme entender que no era la única persona en la vida de Bakugo, pero por como estábamos las cosas, Bakugo era la única persona en mi vida.
Pensé sobre lo que había vivido con Bakugo, los últimos meses de conocerlo, sobre la fiesta y sobre mi corazón. Sabía que de seguir con estos sentimientos el hanahaki podría aparecer. Claro que lo sabía y no haría nada al respecto. No tenía la certeza de que el hanahaki apareciera, pero de ser así sabía que no me sometería a la operación, no podía olvidar algo que era tan importante para mi. No podía olvidar esa sonrisa, ese desordenado cabello y esos ojos de fuego.
No permitiría que de mi corazón fuera arrancado el amor que sentía, el amor me hacía feliz. Tan feliz que dejaría que la muerte llegase, me arrancara de esta vida y me dejara en un vacío, una oscuridad, un olvido, porque sabía que de morir en ese momento moriría feliz por el amor.
Y como esperaba, los pétalos no tardaron en aparecer, no dolía al toser, solo era incomodo. Intenté lo más que pude el ocultar los pétalos de Bakugo y de mi familia. Intente hasta que se volvió una tarea imposible, los pétalos me ahogaban, el dolor inició y las avispas llegaron.
Dejé de ir a clases, mis padres se preocuparon al enterarse de mi hanahaki, pero les dejé en claro que no quería la operación, no quería volver a esa tristeza, a esa soledad. No podía permitirme olvidar.
Se me dificultaba respirar, sentía una gran presión en el pecho y los pétalos seguían invadiéndome. Dejé de ver tan seguido a Bakugo, hablábamos por mensaje y le repetía constantemente que estaba bien, pero en el fondo sabía que el no me creía aunque me negaba a aceptar esa realidad, una realidad donde Bakugo se preocuparía realmente por mi.
Había perdido la cuenta del tiempo que estuve sintiéndome tan mal, dejé de comer, me era imposible, los tallos impedían que hablara. Tiempo atrás de habían hospitalizado, necesitaba de constante atención médica para evitar la mayor parte del dolor. Y lo único bueno de esa situación es que después de tanto tiempo, tantas noches de dolor y desvelo, tanto sufrimiento, por fin había vuelto a ver esos ojos de fuego, opacados por la preocupación.
—¿porque no me lo dijiste?— la impotencia en su voz quemaba —¿porque insististe en que estabas bien aunque estabas muriendo?— tras cada palabra su voz se elevaba —¡¿porque no aceptaste la operación?! ¡¿porque?!— lagrimas recorrían sus mejillas y apagaban el fuego de su mirada.
Moví los labios, esperando que lograra entenderme, anhelando que mis palabras me liberaran de esa presión que sentía, no la presión de los tallos, la presión de mi mente, la presión por decirle la verdad a Bakugo, la presión por sentirme liberado.
"Te amo, Katsuki"
Parecía sorprendido, ya no sabía si lo que veía era real o no, solo esperaba que realmente me entendiera. Decir esas palabras liberó esa presión que sentía, esos sentimientos que tenía atrapados, esa verdad que me quemaba.
Vi sus ojos, mientras todo se ponía negro, sabía que todo terminaría, moriría siendo feliz al ver por última vez sus cabello desordenado, sus ojos ya no tan brillantes y sus labios susurrándome —también te amo— vida pétalos saliendo de su boca, pétalos que indicaban que hacía no mucho el hanahaki había aparecido en él.
Y con esos pétalos todo se volvió negro. Todo había terminado. La muerte me había arrebatado del lado de Katsuki.
No me gustó del todo la narración en algunas partes, pero estoy conforme con la historia.
Matar personajes es mi pasión.
Tomen awa y duerman bien.
Ha sido mucho el tiempo que paso desde la ultima vez que escuche su voz, comencé a olvidar aquel maravilloso sonido que salía de su boca cada que me susurraba al oído "te amo".
Estuve fingiendo estar bien tanto como pude, grité que no me importaba cuando por dentro la frustración me quemaba. Aguante todo lo que pude hasta que me derrumbé, me sentía devastado, me sentía como un inútil y me sentía débil. Pero lo que mas me dolió fue ver a Kirishima esforzándose tanto por mantener nuestra relación que pendía de un hilo cuando yo no ponía nada de esfuerzo.
"No importa que ya no lo escuches, seguiré diciendo 'te amo' mil veces más hasta que te sientas listo de decírmelo tan siquiera una sola vez"
Ya no podía protegerte, ya no podía ser ese héroe que cuidara de ti, ni ser el héroe numero uno. Era imposible.
¿quien se quedaría con una persona que no te demuestra que te ama realmente?, ¿quien se quedaría con alguien que no te puede proteger?, dime ¿quien daría todo de si sin recibir nada? Ni una sonrisa, ni un te amo. Dímelo, ¿quien haría eso?
"Se que aun no estas listo para hablar sobre eso, no te presionare ni nada por el estilo, eso no sería masculino"
Me odiaba por no poder decirle todo lo que sentía. Por no tener el valor de desahogarme con él. Por ignorar los gritos de mi corazón que lo llamaban a cada segundo.
Fueron tantas las noches en que intente llamarte, donde cada que estaba a punto de hacerlo me arrepentí. Y se que el solo espero por esa llamada que nunca llegó, se que se quedaba despierto hasta altas horas de la noche vigilando su celular en espera de una llamada, un pensar o una solo señal de que yo estaba ahí.
Pero yo no estaba ahí para él, dejé que nos derrumbáramos como estatuas al pasar el tiempo, cree un muro invisible entre nosotros y me aislé de todo. Desde que el accidente ocurrió me había alejado de todo, de todos, no tuve el valor de enfrentar mis problemas de frente y solo hui de ellos
Justo por eso me pregunto hora que me he quedado solo el que habría ocurrido de haber tenido el valor de desahogarme contigo, de contarte sobre todo eso que rondaba por mi cabeza y no me dejaba en paz. Me pregunto si estarás bien, si haz mejorado con el uso de tu quirk, si te estas divirtiendo.
Yo no estoy bien, te necesito. Ahora tengo miedo, y no estas aquí para protegerme de lo que me atormenta.
Solo quiero volver a escuchar tu voz diciéndome lo mucho que me amas y quiero que por primera vez en todo este tiempo que he desaparecido me escuches decirte lo mucho que te amo.
Es un sueño imposible, ya no podré escuchar tu risa, ni tus quejas por no entender matemáticas o tus gritos de emoción cada que encontrabas nueva mercancía de Crimson Riot. Ya no puedo escucharte. Ya no escucho nada.
Ya no escucho. Ya no más.
Si ese maldito accidente no hubiera ocurrido yo no estaría sintiéndome miserable ahora mismo, habría podido ir a esa cita que te prometí aquella tarde y te habría dicho, fuerte y claro, todo lo que sentía por ti. Todo lo que siento y seguiré sintiendo.
Porque te amo, Kirishima Eijiro.
Aunque ya no pueda cumplir ese sueño de destruir a los villanos estando a tu lado.
Aunque ya no pueda ser el héroe numero uno.
Aunque no me sienta capaz de decírtelo de frente.
Aunque me duela el olvidar tu voz.
Te amo.
∞∞∞
Eran pasadas de las 3 a.m., mis ojos ardían y el sonido del reloj seguía clavándose en mi cabeza tras cada tic-tac.
Mi celular sonó con aquella canción que solía escuchar cada tarde con Katsuki, me quede viendo la pantalla por unos segundos, aguantando la respiración por la sorpresa y conteniendo las ganas de gritar.
El apodo que le había puesto hacía bastante tiempo a Katsuki se iluminó en medio de la pantalla, sin dudar respondí a su llamada.
—no... No creí que responderías. Realmente lo siento Eijiro, lo siento mucho. Yo no quise desaparecer... No así... No de ti... No me sentía preparado para afrontar todo esto, aun no creo estarlo, pero necesitaba hablar contigo— su rostro vaga me te iluminado se veía en la pantalla, ese no era el Bakugo que recordaba, se veía cansado, con ojeras y los ojos llorosos, se veía vulnerable —yo... Yo te...
Moví mis manos, deletreando cada letra de lo que intentaba decirle, con las señas mal ejecutadas y con la esperanza de que lo entendiera —no necesitas decirlo, lo sé.
—Eijiro...
—te amo.
Esto inicio como una historia muy bonita de amor pero pues meterle cosas drásticas es mas chido. Ni siquiera se si se entiende la frustración de Kacchan, para mi si tiene sentido.
Kacchan herido emocionalmente me agrada porque así puedo sentirme miserable junto a él.
Tomen awa, duerman temprano (ignoremos que termine de escribir esto a las 3 am, no sean como yo) y no se proyecten en personajes 2D, eso no está chido.
De todos las oportunidades que tuviste para irte, de todos los días, de todos los meses. ¿porque justo ahora?
¿Porque en este mes? Talvez fue tu venganza por todos esos años de maltratos, no te culpo, te merecías un mejor trato, te merecías todo lo bueno de este mundo porque así eres tu, siempre pones a los demás por encima de ti, nunca priorizaste tu bienestar. Por eso eres mejor que yo.
Yo busque ser un héroe para demostrar que era el mejor, porque quería salvar a las personas y ser reconocido por ello. Pero tu lo hiciste sin buscar reconocimiento, lo hiciste por simple deseo de ayudar.
Y dime, ¿aún quieres ser el mejor héroe?, ¿aún quieres ayudar a las personas a costa de tu bienestar?
Porque yo no quiero eso. Para ti no.
Me pregunto que tanto te dolió tomar esa decisión, abandonar tu sueño de ser como All Might y salvar a todos con una sonrisa.
Y aun quiero saber, ¿porque ahora? ¿porque en mi cumpleaños?
El tener esa carta en mis manos representaba que realmente te habías marchado. Realmente habías revelado el secreto y todo sería tan malditamente difícil. La mayoría ya había leído tu carta. Todos menos yo, Todoroki y Uraraka. Ninguno estaba listo para aceptar tu despedida.
Ya no ver tu alegre rostro cada día sería un tormento, porque tras cada "muere" que te gritaba, tras cada "maldito nerd", tras cada insulto, grito, golpe, habían palabras de preocupación. Habían sentimientos.
No quería aceptar tu ausencia, porque eso sería ignorar que te quería cerca de mi, que quería verte y gritarte todo lo que sentía. ¿Y sabes que es lo que más me duele? Que esos estúpidos sentimientos no importan, hay mil cosas más importantes que decirte que me gusta tu maldito rostro, o que me gusta cuando dices estupideces al azar o murmuras y te ves tan raro. Todo eso que siempre he criticado de tu ser es lo que más me gusta. Pero no importa.
Entiendo porque lo hiciste, pero no entiendo ¿porque ahora?.
Necesitaba ese "feliz cumpleaños, Kacchan" de cada año, porque solo en ese momento sentía que no tenías miedo de como reaccionaría, mi cumpleaños ni siquiera me importa, es solo otro día más en el calendario, pero ese día significa que me sonreirías, que te humillar las cantándome el feliz cumpleaños y que me regalarías alguna tonta tarjeta de All Might. Pero ahora no.
Te extraño.
Y te quiero.
∞∞∞
Kacchan,
Realmente no se que decirte, tu ya sabes el secreto, creo que sabes todo de mi. o casi todo. Talvez te preguntaras el porque tome está decisión o porque no te lo dije antes.
No quiero que nadie salga lastimado por un problema que no es suyo, Shigaraki y AFO están tras de mi, por su seguridad decidió marcharme.
Es muy difícil hacer esto, estoy cansado, me duele todo, y me sigo lamentando por muchas cosas que sucedieron. Kacchan, tengo miedo, temo por mi vida, por la suya y por ti.
Ser un héroe no ha sido para nada como creo que seria cuando fuimos niños, ponernos nuestras pijamas de All Might parecía ser suficiente. Pero la realidad es otra.
Te extrañare, espero que no te lastimes tanto en los entrenamientos, espero que no los vuelvan a atacar los villanos, espero que tomes buenas decisiones y espero que me extrañes también.
Te quiero. Feliz cumpleaños, Kacchan.
—Deku
Finjamos que aún es 20 de abril.
No soy fan del BakuDeku, pero es una buena excusa para no hacer tan mehhh esta historia. Igual no es cono que se desarrolle bien la relación, solo aceptaron sus sentimientos y Deku se declaró o algo así.
Se supone que Izuku se fue en abril, aunque no se si lo hizo antes o después del cumpleaños de Bakugo, igual que awite por él.
Tomen awa, duerman bien y no se den de baja de la escuela (de la vida si*, de la escuela no...)
*nomas por si acaso, no se den de baja de la vida, porque eso sería perder la vida y ustedes nunca pierden
kiribaku for the soul
a-band they could never make me hate you
Made this early this month just right before twitter got banned, for context someone suggested an idea that later in the future, katsuki becomes and older brother. So idesigned a little squirt for the bakugo family! He's supposed to be more like masaru, since kacchan basically got all his mothers genes xD
They're cute...
I'm kinda obsessed with my yuri bkdk rendition eheh <3 i love them sm !! Will post more of them right after this eheh
More of yuri bkdk 💕💕 wip too
Wonder duo wip