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Platonic Bakugou and Izuku with a childhood best friend who has agnosia, she can never keep a secret from them.

Assuming this is meant to be poly.

Reader has Visual Agnosia. I attempted to research this but they barely have anything covering it, so I am very sorry if I misinterpreted this condition. Please reach out if something is off. 

Also not the proudest of this but the ending satisfied me so here ya go.

Accidents Happen on all Highways

Pairing(s). Katsuki Bakugou and Midoriya Izuku x Gn. reader

TW. Mentions of possessive and unhealthy tendencies, Midoriya calls you “baby”, hospitals, police and the highway, where most accidents happen.

Words. 3,003

“Did you wait long?”

However long you stared down the green shrubbery, you could never recall the hours of searching you did. The doctor, once releasing you, requested to practice basic imagery, such as researching certain objects you might recall, but you instead would stare endlessly at the screen. Sometimes you stared until the sun went up. When the birds chirped and light shone through the shades, when your back ached and neck craned with burning agony and Bakugou stormed into your home to scold you.

Your eyes never left the plant, instead squating down and leaning in. You were sure you felt glares burning into your back, however, the focus you held on the green circle stood steady. The gears in your brain were spinning like crazy and soon you felt your body go limp.

Not before he could catch you. “(Name)!” Emerald eyes looked for some shine in your heavy eyes, the hands he had gripping onto your ever so tightly cradling you into him. “No wonder you weren’t speaking! We told you—“

“Don’t stress yourself out.”

“What Kacchan said!”

You knew you couldn’t argue with them. Hell, if you couldn’t remember the number one, how would you compose a quarrel? Simple answer: you couldn’t.

“S-sorry..” it came out as a croak, pathetic and nearly silent, somehow registering in their ears. Even though you couldn’t remember the shrubbery you walked by daily, the numbers on the paper, the color of your own hair, it was imprinted in your brain that you’d never fight with them. “Couldn’t.. remember..—“

“You never can, idiot,” the familiar voice interrupted. His rough, impatient tone rung in your ears. “That’s what your condition does.”

“Oh yeah, my condition.. heh.” You giggled until your throat itched and you fell into a coughing fit.

“I-idiot! How could you laugh now?!”

Midoriya gently swiped you off your feet, into his bulky arms. Bakugou held two bags in his hands, of whatever he may have bought, dinner, maybe? Your mind recognized the logo along with the tempting smell that made you drool.

They brought you home with them, seated on the comfortable bed you’d slept on every night with them. Your head still throbbed, yet not as terribly as the pounding and swirling of the earlier affects. When you first got diagnosed, you were alarmed. So timorous you paced around the room for hours, unable to stop even when a crying and screaming Deku attempted to calm you down.

“Don’t panic!” He’d yell, even though waterfalls were pouring down his red and plump eyes. Bakugou was infuriated but nervous as well, even more sad than Deku, though he hid it by banging his fists on the wall and howling incoherently. That night was so clearly remembered.

But it still hurt your mind. It could only take so much, only limited memories stuck in and objects rarely recognized.

Bakugou opened the door slowly, as if not to startle you. He learned, that if he yelled, it would most likely frighten you, add to your pain. He didn’t want that at all, so he learned to be more soft around you. Heck, he never yelled in the same room as you, and if he did, he’d tone down immediately and apologize to you. The more he was around you, the more his attitude shifted into someone less selfish and more careful.

Walking over to you, his bland expression, bags in hand. He sat down onto the bed beside you, hand tracing your legs lightly. “Got takeout, your favorite,” he added, as if to compel you. “Have you eaten at all today?”

You shook your head as much as you could with the minimal strength your stiff neck had left. “No, I waited for you two.. then got too busy looking around.”

“Yeah, we found you far off campus. You’re meant to wait for us, don’t you know that?”

“Yes.” You looked in his eyes as you spoke. Bakugou and Deku had set up some rather bizarre rules that they expected you to follow at all times. Nothing required too much thought, only a few simple ones to tighten the invisible chains obtaining you. Only if you knew the trouble you were really in. “I know. But the plants.. the environment,” you threw in more so he wouldn’t be questioning you for hours, “pulled me in like a magnet. It was astonishing, the Sakura tree was finally plump with petals and the flowers around were blooming. I remember a few.. some roses, marigolds specked in.. stuff like that.”

He hummed. Descriptions shouldn’t have to be that specific when talking to friends. They should understand just what you thought with only a few words, but not like you’ve ever known that. “You like that stuff, huh? Maybe we should buy you some plants. You can water ‘em and stuff, then your room would be all pretty.”

Your eyes sparkled. No one could stop the excitement filling your body. “Y-yes! I would love that!”

He chuckled and smiled at your act of joy, rubbing your hair playfully.

“Alright, we’ll think about it. Remember, if you get hurt, you won’t be able to use them anymore, yeah?”

Even though it saddened you, he was always right. Bakugou and Deku only wanted to shield you from the bad, that’s what they had told you every morning you woke up and they brushed your hair, tangles and all, got your clothing out, and whenever work got out for them and you stood in front, awaiting their arrival.

And most of the time, they had the upperhand. They were always correct about your well-being and safety, so you began trusting them. “Okay.. I’ll be safe.”

“You better,” he snorted. His hands pat your head and ruffled your hair messily before standing up. He stretched and walked to the door, looking back at you for a brief moment.

“Eat up, buttercup.”

Then he shut the door, leaving you to the tempting smell of (favorite food).

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Deku stirred the mixture in the plastic bowl. The sun came up as fast as he remembered it going down — he barely got any sleep after.. some petrifying dream that seemed all too real — with his eyes baggy and wide. Almost as if he was forcing himself to stay awake.

The only thing snapping him from his trance was the sound of your bedroom door creaking. You came out, waddling on the other side of the door to close is carefully. Even when just waking up, you were absolutely wondrous, everything perfect, even the messy hair atop your head and sleepy eyes, small drool sticking to your mouth, he still felt even more obsessed than before.

“G-good morning..” he whispered. The way your eyes connected with his sent his pulse ablaze and heart soaring.

You nodded at you trotted to the living rolm and plopped down on the brown sofa, throwing a fuzzy blanket over your bare feet. Midoriya continued his cooking as you turned the TV on, watching some cartoons that were targeted towards children. However, you preferred them — and they helped with visualization — flashy and popping colors and simple shapes that seemed easy to identify.

As the pancakes sizzled, Midoriya conversated with you. “How did you sleep?”

He always asked that. You answered as usual. “Good.”

He wished he slept at all. Even the dream he had horrified him, and not sleeping felt awful — his head ached, body felt sore and he felt overall groggy. But that shouldn’t matter, because you were content, and whatever you did sent him to space.

You’d help him feel better. That’s how it always seemed to work. “Hey, remember that shape?”

He leaned on the couch and pointed to the screen. Your eyes focused fully on the familiar look of the sides.

“Four sides..”

Your mumbling was so cute, he swore his pulse palpitated. The characters spoke, funky sound-affects came from the screen and as the shape faded, you finally realized.

“Square! It’s a square!” You were sure.

The pumping of your fists and dazzling eyes caught him off guard for a quick moment. “O-oh, yes, that’s right..”

He swore how ecstatic you were as you did your own jovial dance was too pure for this entire world. Because of your condition, it made you seem childish. Every child learnt this basic stuff already, and here you were, forgetting pink from red and squares from rectangles. But Midoriya didn’t mind, in fact, he actually enjoyed how clueless you seemed. It was easier for him and Kaachan to care for you this way.

But the reason..

He heard a pop and ran to the stove. Thankfully, nothing burnt or broke, just the pancake yelling to him that it’s done. Your eyes remained glued to the bright screen, not paying much mind to his dismay. The entire day, he seemed off, but you knew he’d never tell you if you asked anyways, so you carried on and waited for him to finally confront you himself.

He was careful when sliding the food onto the plate, and even more wary when handing you the heating plate. You set it over the blanket on your lap so it didn’t burn you, or else Midoriya would feed you himself and Katsuki would freak out. Either way, not too fun an outcome.

Midoriya held up two bottles. Both looked alike. “Which one is your favorite?”

They were turned around, so the labels were facing him and you could only see the clear bottle of syrup. Midoriya loved to do these games; not only for your adorable thinking face, when you bit your lip, but also to help jog your memory and get the brain going.

“That one,” you pointed to his left hand, the darker syrup in the bottle, “is chocolate.. yeah. Chocolate.”

He smiled. “And the other?”

“Maple syrup.”

He beamed, setting them down on the table and clapping his hands to express how proud you made him. “You remembered!”

He could only make you smile when he acted like this. Midoriya really was caring and gentle, so sweet, too. You rarely lifted a finger before he instisted on doing anything, literally anything you could easily do, he had to do it himself. If you wanted a jacket, he’d drop anything to get it for you. Both him and Katsuki were like that, except Katsuki was more persistent and rough with his.

Either way, they both treated you like glass and you learnt not to complain. In fact, you grew to enjoy it.

Picking up your fork again, you bit into the soft texture of the pancake that began dissolving the mixture you poured onto it. Midoriya later sat next to you and shivered as he pulled the blanket onto him. He ate his pancake alongside with you.

“This is starting to hurt my eyes.” Your eyes shut violently when another color burst on the screen, and Midoriya took action almost immediately, shutting off the show instantly and rubbing your forehead.

“How about we just eat, yeah? That’s enough television for today.”

Perhaps you didn’t understand why, but you still nodded regardless. It was almost instinctive at this point to simply bop your head whenever asked a question, rather than providing too long an answer unless it was Katsuki and was very serious, like with your life on the line or something.

“Here,” he stood up, opened the medicine cabinet and took out a container. In his hand, he spilt two pills from the open cap and kneeled before you. “Take these, okay? If your head ever hurts, ask me to bring these over.”

At first you relented. These pills brung back broken memories. No matter what, these pills were embedded into your memory. You remembered the first time so vividly when you got handed them after your diagnosis. When you left the hospital with them both, you were told to take these and you couldn’t stop vomiting.

Midoriya knew that, but there was no other way. “Please,” his eyes made contact with yours, and for a second, you caught a glimpse of the glossy look in them. That made your heart unintentionally squeeze. “Take them, baby. It’ll only hurt more if you don’t.”

But still, your hand recoiled before you could take them. It hurt for him to see you in pain like this, even more when you wouldn’t listen to him. He was trying to help and you knew that, but still relented.

“We’ve done this before,” he reminded. Painful memories stung you. “Every day, too. You got this. You’re strong, I know it, so does Kaachan.”

That was true. Katsuki always reminded you how tough you were, how intelligent you used to be and were capable of being if you tried. He always encouraged you and it always worked. “I know.. is it bad to be scared of it still?”

He swiftly shook his head. “No! Absolutely not! I’m so sorry for making you think that!”

Now it was your turn to apologize. “It’s not your fault, no! I’m just..”

You stared down the pills in his hands. It wasn’t so bad, right? It couldn’t be. Just small, tasteless medications going down your throat. And Midoriya was there for you, too, as he always was and vowed to be. It might seem weird to others; it did, the kids around campus told you they were trouble and treated you badly, manipulating you and everything.

And it made you so mad.

Midoriya squealed from the flashy hand that appeared in front of him, the pills gone and shoved down your throat. Your head was tilted back and your eyes were shut as it something were incoming. Your hand signaled for the water. Midoriya brung the water to your chap lips and you sipped it down whole. Midoriya watched in astonishment.

And to be honest? It wasn’t too bad. No vomiting or sick feeling like stomach pains so you were fine. A small smile made its way to your lips and Midoriya mirrored it when you sent him a small thumbs up.

“Okay,” he sighed and sat down again. “Should we try again?”

You picked up your fork and stifled a chuckle. “Sure.”

———

Hours later, Katsuki came home. Midoriya spared your sleeping form a sorrowful glance before eyeing Katsuki. They both spoke to each-other as your gentle snores provided subtle noise to the overly quiet apartment.

“How were they?” Katsuki made conversation. It’s not like they never spoke, just never found the time to. Plus hero work was busy and stuff, and there was you to care for, which was trickier than usual because of.. your condition.

“Better than usual. Took some pills and ate well.. we also remembered some shapes.” He snorted at the fond little memory of you dancing cheerfully this morning as the vibrant screen was simply ignored with yours and his laughter. It was heaven, cloud nine.

But it wouldn’t last forever. Neither did last time.

Then the memories flooded them both.

“(NAME)!”

The slapping of your feet was easily heard. It was so damn loud in these parts of the city, you cursed yourself for not being prepared for something so common and expected to happen.

Katsuki didn’t stop, so neither would you. He was fast, very fast, but so were you. When it came to physical strength, he had the upper-hand, but in wit, strategy?

You definitely beat him in that.

So you looked around. Not many options, not much time. Either way, there were a few stops that guaranteed some think time at most and some hiding for places if they were needed for some breathes. And heck, your lungs were numb at this point. Was that even possible? Numb lungs?

Whatever. Katsuki’s smug smile faded as quick as it came up when you turned a sharp corner, catching him off guard and winning you a few seconds to think of your next move. You decided you’d turn..

“Baby!”

Shit!

Nevermind, not right. You’re going left, since some special green-haired boy popped up and made this much harder for you. But with two of them.. what could you do? Two heroes against one delicate civilian.. not fair, not at all.

But was life ever fair for you? Nah, not really. And did you grow used to it? Unfortunately. Too early, actually, too young to lose your innocence. But life was never slowing down for anyone, not especially for you, it decided to throw two insane boys at your feet, begging for your attention like it was normal to bring someone’s head to you as a present. As if any normal person wouldn’t freak out at that.

And they act like they needed to care for you. Like they owned you and every aspect of your life. Yours. Not theirs, but they made it theirs but murdering your friends, isolating you from your family and kidnapping you. Even then, they were convinced everything was fine and you’d accept them. But that wasn’t the case, unfortunately for them, and you had decided to escape.

You were getting far. Just one more street and then the highway, where most accidents happen. That’s what scared them, but you? You seeed fearless. You wanted nothing more than to leave that hell-hole and spit in their faces, but alas..

An accident was bound to happen.

The man driving the car swore it was an accident the day after at questioning. The police had him in, strapped onto the chair from previous resistances and decided he wasn’t sober enough to be questioned the day before. And it was true, with how fast the car went and how much he fumbled and totally flunked the test. Clearly he couldn’t handle his liquor.

Midoriya’s sweaty hand awoken Katsuki. Their faces both stained with tears and clothes soaked with lather. It was almost like a nightmare, except now, their nightmare was sadly their reality, and you were still the unknowing victim to the two boys who ruined your life.

Thank you for all your hard work Jin, you’re an amazing dancer. © ©

201011 Jungkook is one for the history books

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Extras:

The recipe for the soup the reader makes in part 5

What do Yoongi’s scales look like?