Someone Please Recommend Me Some Good New Fics About Bakudeku... I Haven't Found Any Good Reads Lately

Someone please recommend me some good new fics about bakudeku... I haven't found any good reads lately😣

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

“All Because of Lilacs...”

Giyu wandered through the forest in a daze. His eyes empty, his mind elsewhere than the road he was currently on. He doesn’t know what he is thinking about actually. Even his mind just wanders elsewhere to the point he himself can’t seem to catch up to it.

 The only thing he could grasp in his mind was the place his feet are currently bringing him to. He’s been there too many times already that even he’s blindfolded and had his hands tied at his back, he’ll still be able to go there.

 Not that he wants to go there anyway.

 He didn’t like that place, even though she’s there.

 He sighed, filled with sadness and grief heavy on his chest. It won’t go away anytime soon.

 Giyu’s empty blue eyes stayed locked straight ahead.  His feet will turn when he needs to anyway.

 He walked a couple more steps, before he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

 A bush of lilacs…

 He must be almost there then since he found the bush already. Giyu always finds this bush here when on his way to her. And when he finds this bush…

 Giyu reaches out to take a small handful of lilacs, like he always does. Since he knows she love this flower. This flower will make her happy. But before he can even get a single petal a hand stopped him, holding tightly on to his wrist. His eyes widened in shock turning to face the one who was holding him.

 “Oh my, oh my….” Giyu heard as he turned his head towards the voice, the voice was so soft, so smooth, so gentle, so it was a girl holding him down? How? Her grip isn’t like any woman he has met before. “I see… so you’re the one who’s been stealing my flowers.” She says, even though her tone was sweet and gentle, a hint of irritation was still found in her voice.

 Giyu’s eyes finally landed on her, if his eyes can still go any larger it would happen right now. The woman before him had short hair tied to the back of her head with a butterfly hairpiece. Her eyes were deceptively soft and kind but Giyu could see the hint of anger in those gorgeous violet orbs of hers. A small smile was on her lips as well.

 If Giyu thinks about it, if it was anyone else, they probably have thought this woman wasn’t angry, but Giyu noticed it.

 “…ello… hello~…” The woman before him said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

 Giyu blinked a few times like he was suddenly transported here or something. “What…?” He said as if he was lost.

 “Mind telling me why you have been taking my flowers?” She asked. Giyu probably imagined the emphasis there. Probably. Giyu couldn’t answer. He just couldn’t.

 It hurts too much to talk about it. To remember it. Sadly, he always remembers it.

 The woman looked at him, scanning his expression, only seeing hurt and sadness in those eyes. His eyes looked so… empty… She wonders what happened for him to have those eyes.

 “Well, if you can’t tell me, then I guess I have to come with you.” she said as she lets go of his wrist. Giyu almost forgot that she was holding on to his wrist.

 “What? Why?” Giyu asked as his eyes followed Shinobu while she walked towards the direction where he usually go. Does she know where he’s going? How?

 “I have to know of course, to whom you give those flowers. You better give them to a beautiful woman or else.” She said in a slightly threatening tone but mostly its more of a playful one. The smile on her fae unwavering as she walked.

 A beautiful woman? What is she talking about?

 “Come on, tell me where you go with my flowers.” She said, glancing over her shoulder towards Giyu before looking forward once more. Giyu narrowed his eyes curiously, having a hard time figuring out the woman walking away, the woman who’s walking where he usually walks.

 It takes him a moment before he looked at the bush of lilacs once more and taking a small handful before running up to the woman. This time it doesn’t seem like she’s angry with him taking the flowers with him. They walked in silence for a while, Giyu finding himself lost in his thoughts once more, not anymore minding that this time there was someone else with him as he walked towards his destination, letting his feet bring him there.

 Giyu always finds himself lost in his thoughts whenever he walks. His mind is always filled with her beside him as they walked through the forest hand in hand, with smiles on their faces. Talking chattering without a care in the world.

 “What’s your name?” The woman asks, pulling Giyu out of his thoughts once more. Giyu gave her a sidelong glance.

 “Isn’t it polite for someone to introduce themselves first before asking another person’s name?” Giyu asked, bluntly, without a hint of realization that he came off a bit rude to the woman.

 The woman’s eye twitched slightly; she could feel that a vein almost popped in her head for a second there but the smile on her face didn’t waver. “Forgive me,” she said in a slightly irritated tone laced in her voice. “My name Shinobu Kocho, but you can call me Shinobu. Your name is?” Shinobu asked once more, still irritated but she doesn’t let it show… at least that much.

 “Giyu Tomioka, nice to meet you.” He said.

 Finally. Shinobu thought, while she quietly sighed out her irritation towards the man. Not all of it though.

 “Would you tell me something about her? She’s gotta be a great woman for you to continuously shower her with my lilacs.” She asked nicely. It takes a lot out of her to sound kind, especially towards someone who constantly picks her precious lilacs in the mornings, not that she doesn’t like sharing it’s just that she doesn’t appreciate that it’s taken without any warning first.

 How does she know about her? Did she follow him to her? Then why is she still asking about her then? Why does she still need me to bring her there? Giyu asked himself, his thoughts spiraling even more with each question leaving him confused even more.

 “She is a great woman…” He managed to get out somehow without using that word.

 Shinobu studied his expression, wondering why the man had that expression on his face. Was he heartbroken? Was he rejected and still trying to have her -whoever it is- love? Or perhaps she was promised to another? Those happens often nowadays, especially if one’s parents wants their child to be with a rich man, but Giyu here looks like a fine man himself. His style is a bit… weird per say -is splitting 2 coats in half and sewing them together a trend? – but the cloth itself seems luxurious.

 “Is she important to you?” Shinobu asked.

 “Of course, she is,” He said as his mind slipped into the memory of them on the dinner table, eating as they chatted what happened in each other’s day, often joking about it especially her. How she giggled as she reached out to get a piece of rice on his cheek as they ate. “The most important one in my life…” Giyu’s voice trailed off softly as he added. Giyu himself didn’t even notice the faint smile he had on his face as he recalled the memory in his head.

 Shinobu’s eyes widened a little as she saw the man smiled.

 He must really care about her for him to have that look on his face.

 She wonders what she’ll do when she sees this woman, maybe she’ll tell this woman how much Giyu cares about her, let her hear how much the man thinks about her, let her realize the man’s feelings. Maybe then the man would stop to constantly take her precious lilacs in her garden in the mornings he walks by to go to her.

 “We’re here.” Giyu announces, snapping Shinobu out of her thoughts this time, as they went up the small cliff.

 Shinobu expected to be on a girl’s home, or somewhere Giyu and this girl to meet up in secret or something.

 She never expected to arrive at a grave…

 Tsutako Tomioka… his… sister? He was talking about his sister?

 Shinobu remained where she stood, frozen and shocked, while Giyu walked up to it, kneeling down on one knee as he placed the lilacs along with the pile he had been placing for literally days, some of the lilacs were withered, some were still fresh, some were already losing it’s petals and flying away with the wind.

 “Hey, sis.” Giyu greeted, a small sad smile on his face. A part of him still wishing that she would somehow respond to him like he always wished every time he visits his sister.

 Then it was silence, only the sound of the wind blowing fills the air.

 “It was your sister?” Shinobu asked, still shocked. So it wasn’t a woman, so he wasn’t saddened by rejection or that she was promised to another, it was because she passed away… how could she not have noticed?

 “Yeah,” Giyu turned his head to look at Shinobu. “I thought you knew that already?” He said, raising an eyebrow towards her.

 “I didn’t know it was your sister. I thought it was a woman that you’re in love with or something.” Shinobu said, her voice almost like a yell, s small frown on her face.

 Why did she think it was a woman? Why didn’t he realize that he was mourning from loss and not grieving for his broken heart?

 Maybe she has to lay off the romance novels she’s been reading lately.

 “A woman?” Giyu frowned in confusion.

 Shinobu sighed, shaking her head lightly. “Nevermind that.” She said as she walked towards the grave slowly, squatting down next to Giyu as she looked at the grave.

 “When did she pass away?” Shinobu asked, as Giyu looked back to the grave and sat down, his legs crossed together.

 “Last year,” he said, his voice lacing with anger when he did. “She… she was murdered…” Giyu said, gritting his teeth when he did, his fist clenching as he did. They haven’t caught the person responsible for this, he hasn’t caught the person responsible for this. There is one thing for sure when he finds the person…

 He’ll make this person suffer like hell.

 Shinobu looks at him, studying the expressions the man is making, the anger that he emits just from his gaze as he looked onto his sister’s grave as if he was looking at the murderer of his sister.

 Shinobu gets that feeling. She gets that feeling very well. The anger of one’s love being taken from them.

 After all, she too has lost her beloved sister. All because of a murderer

 Their beloved sister they cared about the most in their lives when they didn’t have anyone else. The anger of knowing that the murderer of their sisters is still out there, probably taking someone else’s love one.

 Shinobu still has that anger inside of her, she might not show it -her sister said she loved her smile and she intends to keep that smile for her sister- but that anger hadn’t been burned out, actually it burned brighter, growing bigger each day the man responsible for her sister’s death has not been caught, not in a cell, not executed for his crime.

 “I know that feeling,” Shinobu said, she was still grieving as well, even though it was almost 2 years ago when it happened. “I know that feeling very well… but you know,” Shinobu looked at the man sitting beside her. “Your sister won’t be happy you keep on being like this, only crying on her tomb, cursing to the person who have taken her from you.”

 “I think your sister wants you to move on, to carry on with your life, to lead a life with success and happiness not moping around aimlessly like a zombie. I’m not saying you should forget about her,” She said, when Giyu was opening his mouth to say something to retaliate at her. “I’m saying that you should think about what your sister wants you to be, with her memory, with the joy and love that she showered you.”

 Giyu’s eyes widened as she recalled her smiles, those oh so gentle smiles as they talked, how she joked of how Giyu would one day have a wife and children of his own and that he’ll forget about his dear sister all dramatic but GIyu quick to answer that there is no way in hell that he’ll forget about her.

 How could he?

 She was just too precious to forget for even a single second.

 A tear dropped from Giyu’s eye without his knowing until it landed on his fist, the man flinched slightly as he looked at the tear on his fist, his vision blurring immediately as more tears rushed out of him. For a moment he wanted it to stop -he knows he’s already been crying too much for the past months and most especially the first few months his sister passed away- but then he gave up letting the tears come out, letting the pain, the grief out as Shinobu pulled him in for a hug, letting him cry on to her shoulder.

 Moments passed, none of thme have spoken a word as Shinobu let him cry his heart out. She did that once too, when her sister passed away and found that little diary her sister has been keeping, and read what her sister wants her to be. How her sister wishes that she’ll have a family with her husband and children and watch over them like their parents would have but passed away due to the epidemic that happened.

 She cried that day, only then she didn’t have a shoulder to cry on.

 And she doesn’t intend for the man to have none as well.

 More moments passed and Giyu’s sobs quieted down. Slowly they both pulled away from each other, Giyu’s eyes were red and puffy as he looked onto Shinobu’s gentle violet ones.

 “Are you okay now?” She asked softly.

“No,” Giyu answered, Shinobu frowning slightly as she opened her mouth to say something. “But I think I know what I should do now, at least,” He turned his head to his sister’s grave once more “I know what my sister thinks she wants me to do.”

 The words on Shinobu’s mouth died, eyes widening a fraction before she smiled gently and stood up.

 “That’s good,” she said as he patted her clothes for any dust that may have got on her. “Would you care in joining me to some lilac tea?” She asked.

 After all this happened all because of her lilacs…

Giyu wandered through the forest in a daze. His eyes empty, his mind elsewhere than the road he was currently on. He doesn’t know what he is thinking about actually. Even his mind just wanders elsewhere to the point he himself can’t seem to catch up to it.

 The only thing he could grasp in his mind was the place his feet are currently bringing him to. He’s been there too many times already that even he’s blindfolded and had his hands tied at his back, he’ll still be able to go there.

 Not that he wants to go there anyway.

 He didn’t like that place, even though she’s there.

 He sighed, filled with sadness and grief heavy on his chest. It won’t go away anytime soon.

 Giyu’s empty blue eyes stayed locked straight ahead.  His feet will turn when he needs to anyway.

 He walked a couple more steps, before he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

 A bush of lilacs…

 He must be almost there then since he found the bush already. Giyu always finds this bush here when on his way to her. And when he finds this bush…

 Giyu reaches out to take a small handful of lilacs, like he always does. Since he knows she love this flower. This flower will make her happy. But before he can even get a single petal a hand stopped him, holding tightly on to his wrist. His eyes widened in shock turning to face the one who was holding him.

 “Oh my, oh my….” Giyu heard as he turned his head towards the voice, the voice was so soft, so smooth, so gentle, so it was a girl holding him down? How? Her grip isn’t like any woman he has met before. “I see… so you’re the one who’s been stealing my flowers.” She says, even though her tone was sweet and gentle, a hint of irritation was still found in her voice.

 Giyu’s eyes finally landed on her, if his eyes can still go any larger it would happen right now. The woman before him had short hair tied to the back of her head with a butterfly hairpiece. Her eyes were deceptively soft and kind but Giyu could see the hint of anger in those gorgeous violet orbs of hers. A small smile was on her lips as well.

 If Giyu thinks about it, if it was anyone else, they probably have thought this woman wasn’t angry, but Giyu noticed it.

 “…ello… hello~…” The woman before him said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

 Giyu blinked a few times like he was suddenly transported here or something. “What…?” He said as if he was lost.

 “Mind telling me why you have been taking my flowers?” She asked. Giyu probably imagined the emphasis there. Probably. Giyu couldn’t answer. He just couldn’t.

 It hurts too much to talk about it. To remember it. Sadly, he always remembers it.

 The woman looked at him, scanning his expression, only seeing hurt and sadness in those eyes. His eyes looked so… empty… She wonders what happened for him to have those eyes.

 “Well, if you can’t tell me, then I guess I have to come with you.” she said as she lets go of his wrist. Giyu almost forgot that she was holding on to his wrist.

 “What? Why?” Giyu asked as his eyes followed Shinobu while she walked towards the direction where he usually go. Does she know where he’s going? How?

 “I have to know of course, to whom you give those flowers. You better give them to a beautiful woman or else.” She said in a slightly threatening tone but mostly its more of a playful one. The smile on her fae unwavering as she walked.

 A beautiful woman? What is she talking about?

 “Come on, tell me where you go with my flowers.” She said, glancing over her shoulder towards Giyu before looking forward once more. Giyu narrowed his eyes curiously, having a hard time figuring out the woman walking away, the woman who’s walking where he usually walks.

 It takes him a moment before he looked at the bush of lilacs once more and taking a small handful before running up to the woman. This time it doesn’t seem like she’s angry with him taking the flowers with him. They walked in silence for a while, Giyu finding himself lost in his thoughts once more, not anymore minding that this time there was someone else with him as he walked towards his destination, letting his feet bring him there.

 Giyu always finds himself lost in his thoughts whenever he walks. His mind is always filled with her beside him as they walked through the forest hand in hand, with smiles on their faces. Talking chattering without a care in the world.

 “What’s your name?” The woman asks, pulling Giyu out of his thoughts once more. Giyu gave her a sidelong glance.

 “Isn’t it polite for someone to introduce themselves first before asking another person’s name?” Giyu asked, bluntly, without a hint of realization that he came off a bit rude to the woman.

 The woman’s eye twitched slightly; she could feel that a vein almost popped in her head for a second there but the smile on her face didn’t waver. “Forgive me,” she said in a slightly irritated tone laced in her voice. “My name Shinobu Kocho, but you can call me Shinobu. Your name is?” Shinobu asked once more, still irritated but she doesn’t let it show… at least that much.

 “Giyu Tomioka, nice to meet you.” He said.

 Finally. Shinobu thought, while she quietly sighed out her irritation towards the man. Not all of it though.

 “Would you tell me something about her? She’s gotta be a great woman for you to continuously shower her with my lilacs.” She asked nicely. It takes a lot out of her to sound kind, especially towards someone who constantly picks her precious lilacs in the mornings, not that she doesn’t like sharing it’s just that she doesn’t appreciate that it’s taken without any warning first.

 How does she know about her? Did she follow him to her? Then why is she still asking about her then? Why does she still need me to bring her there? Giyu asked himself, his thoughts spiraling even more with each question leaving him confused even more.

 “She is a great woman…” He managed to get out somehow without using that word.

 Shinobu studied his expression, wondering why the man had that expression on his face. Was he heartbroken? Was he rejected and still trying to have her -whoever it is- love? Or perhaps she was promised to another? Those happens often nowadays, especially if one’s parents wants their child to be with a rich man, but Giyu here looks like a fine man himself. His style is a bit… weird per say -is splitting 2 coats in half and sewing them together a trend? – but the cloth itself seems luxurious.

 “Is she important to you?” Shinobu asked.

 “Of course, she is,” He said as his mind slipped into the memory of them on the dinner table, eating as they chatted what happened in each other’s day, often joking about it especially her. How she giggled as she reached out to get a piece of rice on his cheek as they ate. “The most important one in my life…” Giyu’s voice trailed off softly as he added. Giyu himself didn’t even notice the faint smile he had on his face as he recalled the memory in his head.

 Shinobu’s eyes widened a little as she saw the man smiled.

 He must really care about her for him to have that look on his face.

 She wonders what she’ll do when she sees this woman, maybe she’ll tell this woman how much Giyu cares about her, let her hear how much the man thinks about her, let her realize the man’s feelings. Maybe then the man would stop to constantly take her precious lilacs in her garden in the mornings he walks by to go to her.

 “We’re here.” Giyu announces, snapping Shinobu out of her thoughts this time, as they went up the small cliff.

 Shinobu expected to be on a girl’s home, or somewhere Giyu and this girl to meet up in secret or something.

 She never expected to arrive at a grave…

 Tsutako Tomioka… his… sister? He was talking about his sister?

 Shinobu remained where she stood, frozen and shocked, while Giyu walked up to it, kneeling down on one knee as he placed the lilacs along with the pile he had been placing for literally days, some of the lilacs were withered, some were still fresh, some were already losing it’s petals and flying away with the wind.

 “Hey, sis.” Giyu greeted, a small sad smile on his face. A part of him still wishing that she would somehow respond to him like he always wished every time he visits his sister.

 Then it was silence, only the sound of the wind blowing fills the air.

 “It was your sister?” Shinobu asked, still shocked. So it wasn’t a woman, so he wasn’t saddened by rejection or that she was promised to another, it was because she passed away… how could she not have noticed?

 “Yeah,” Giyu turned his head to look at Shinobu. “I thought you knew that already?” He said, raising an eyebrow towards her.

 “I didn’t know it was your sister. I thought it was a woman that you’re in love with or something.” Shinobu said, her voice almost like a yell, s small frown on her face.

 Why did she think it was a woman? Why didn’t he realize that he was mourning from loss and not grieving for his broken heart?

 Maybe she has to lay off the romance novels she’s been reading lately.

 “A woman?” Giyu frowned in confusion.

 Shinobu sighed, shaking her head lightly. “Nevermind that.” She said as she walked towards the grave slowly, squatting down next to Giyu as she looked at the grave.

 “When did she pass away?” Shinobu asked, as Giyu looked back to the grave and sat down, his legs crossed together.

 “Last year,” he said, his voice lacing with anger when he did. “She… she was murdered…” Giyu said, gritting his teeth when he did, his fist clenching as he did. They haven’t caught the person responsible for this, he hasn’t caught the person responsible for this. There is one thing for sure when he finds the person…

 He’ll make this person suffer like hell.

 Shinobu looks at him, studying the expressions the man is making, the anger that he emits just from his gaze as he looked onto his sister’s grave as if he was looking at the murderer of his sister.

 Shinobu gets that feeling. She gets that feeling very well. The anger of one’s love being taken from them.

 After all, she too has lost her beloved sister. All because of a murderer

 Their beloved sister they cared about the most in their lives when they didn’t have anyone else. The anger of knowing that the murderer of their sisters is still out there, probably taking someone else’s love one.

 Shinobu still has that anger inside of her, she might not show it -her sister said she loved her smile and she intends to keep that smile for her sister- but that anger hadn’t been burned out, actually it burned brighter, growing bigger each day the man responsible for her sister’s death has not been caught, not in a cell, not executed for his crime.

 “I know that feeling,” Shinobu said, she was still grieving as well, even though it was almost 2 years ago when it happened. “I know that feeling very well… but you know,” Shinobu looked at the man sitting beside her. “Your sister won’t be happy you keep on being like this, only crying on her tomb, cursing to the person who have taken her from you.”

 “I think your sister wants you to move on, to carry on with your life, to lead a life with success and happiness not moping around aimlessly like a zombie. I’m not saying you should forget about her,” She said, when Giyu was opening his mouth to say something to retaliate at her. “I’m saying that you should think about what your sister wants you to be, with her memory, with the joy and love that she showered you.”

 Giyu’s eyes widened as she recalled her smiles, those oh so gentle smiles as they talked, how she joked of how Giyu would one day have a wife and children of his own and that he’ll forget about his dear sister all dramatic but GIyu quick to answer that there is no way in hell that he’ll forget about her.

 How could he?

 She was just too precious to forget for even a single second.

 A tear dropped from Giyu’s eye without his knowing until it landed on his fist, the man flinched slightly as he looked at the tear on his fist, his vision blurring immediately as more tears rushed out of him. For a moment he wanted it to stop -he knows he’s already been crying too much for the past months and most especially the first few months his sister passed away- but then he gave up letting the tears come out, letting the pain, the grief out as Shinobu pulled him in for a hug, letting him cry on to her shoulder.

 Moments passed, none of thme have spoken a word as Shinobu let him cry his heart out. She did that once too, when her sister passed away and found that little diary her sister has been keeping, and read what her sister wants her to be. How her sister wishes that she’ll have a family with her husband and children and watch over them like their parents would have but passed away due to the epidemic that happened.

 She cried that day, only then she didn’t have a shoulder to cry on.

 And she doesn’t intend for the man to have none as well.

 More moments passed and Giyu’s sobs quieted down. Slowly they both pulled away from each other, Giyu’s eyes were red and puffy as he looked onto Shinobu’s gentle violet ones.

 “Are you okay now?” She asked softly.

“No,” Giyu answered, Shinobu frowning slightly as she opened her mouth to say something. “But I think I know what I should do now, at least,” He turned his head to his sister’s grave once more “I know what my sister thinks she wants me to do.”

 The words on Shinobu’s mouth died, eyes widening a fraction before she smiled gently and stood up.

 “That’s good,” she said as he patted her clothes for any dust that may have got on her. “Would you care in joining me to some lilac tea?” She asked.

 After all this happened all because of her lilacs…

[sorry if they are not in character too much, new to the fandom you see, not a good writer at that so sorry.]

[and sorry if the plot is all over the place, my mind is all over the place as well]

Random Prompt

His grandfather always told him people who can read minds were real. Said he had a friend once that had that ability, unfortunately they lost contact with each other after his friend moved over seas.

 Katsuki used to believe in it as well, mesmerized with the fact people can do that. Something about reading minds sounded so cool, sometimes he wished to have one even for just one day it would be fine, just to have a feel of what it feels like to have that ability.

 Then years came by.

 In those years, he thought that reading minds invaded privacy, -knowing what’s on other people’s mind, know what they are thinking, daydreaming, saying in their heads- and Katsuki absolutely didn’t want anyone invading his privacy, his thoughts. Made him pissed off that someone is out there who can read his mind.

 He doesn’t like it.

 And luckily he hasn’t met anyone with that ability. Good. No one will be able to tell what’s on his mind.

 Now the blond is currently sat in class –way, back but not too far where he can’t hear the professor anymore,  most of the class were in front and on top of that most of them are chatting, Katsuki knows it would be annoying if he sat near those guys-, his elbow propped up on the desk as his head was on his palm, bored as heck to the lesson the professor was giving.

 Not that he needed to listen anyway, he’s been doing a lot of advance studying and reading ever since he started college –and even though he’s a sophomore that won’t change anytime soon.

  Red orbs, drifted from the professor below, to a familiar mop of green curly hair a few rows before him. From where Katsuki sat and from where the greenette sat, Katsuki is able to see a part of his face. And boy was enough to make his heart race. Not that he’ll admit that.

 Freckled cheeks that looked like the night sky littered with stars, big round eyes that had beautiful emerald orbs in them (are those real jewels? They have to be right?) eyes focused at the task at hand. At times he went down to write notes on his notebook before looking at the professor again. Plump, rosy, lips looks so pretty if they were stretched into a smile. It was Katsuki’s favorite smile to be honest. And no one will be able to object about that one. Not only was the greenette cute as fuck but on top of that he must be the nicest person on the entire world! And he’s so sweet and polite too. Especially when he acts all shy with the faint blush on his cheeks? Who wouldn’t fall for him honestly?

 His name was Izuku MIdoriya, one of the top students (Katsuki got pissed and impressed at the same time, one time when the greenette got a higher score than him actually had extra points as well) and a fulltime scholar of the school as well.

 Katsuki sighed. Damn did he want that guy.

 He felt a nudge to his side, and he knows who it is. The blond turned his head, a frown already on his face.

 “What the fuck you want Ei?” he asks in a low tone, not wanting the professor to notice them talking, with a growl.

 “Dude, you’re staring at him again?”

 Katsuki flinched slightly, not realizing that he was staring at Izuku. To him it felt like time just stops when he sees Izuku.

 “I am not staring at him.” Katsuki said.

 Eijiro rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Sure keep telling yourself that. You ain’t fooling me bro.”

 Katsuki glared at his friend, normally people would be scared of it right away and walk away or stay away, but since Eijiro got used to it since the blond doesn’t look so scary to him.

 “Anyway, good thing Izuku isn’t one of those mind readers you told me about last time. Cause oh boy that would be so weird if he constantly hears you daydreaming about him.” Eijiro laughed.

 Katsuki scoffed pushing away Eijiro as he rolled his eyes.

 Seriously though…

 If izuku was someone who can read minds then could that explain the nerd being so shy around him? and can’t meet his eye? Or not, cause he’s like that to almost everybody that isn’t in his group of friends.

 Also that reminds him, for two years has Katsuki not checked if anyone iin his class is an esper. He got too caught up in his studies that he forgot to check.

 Well, isn’t this the perfect time to check.

 He was bored anyway.

 So Katsuki does what he always do to find mind readers.

 Scream in his head.

 Katsuki screamed at the top of his inside voice with a random word or something, doesn’t really matter really.

 His eyes scanned the room looking if anyone was reacting weird, no one moved acting normally kept on chatting quietly.

 Everyone was acting normally.

 Well, everyone except one flinching when he heard(?) Katsuki scream in his mind covering his ears, slouching slightly shaking his head.

 What the fuck?

 [END]

So We Meet Again?

The bed sheets rustled as Izuku swung his legs at the edge of the bed as he sat up. He groaned quietly, not wanting to wake up the other person on the bed. They didn’t need to wake up. It was better that way or else they’ll get clingier if they do.

 It’s way more annoying that way. Especially if they start to think that something is happening between them. Trust him, he has experienced one before. One of the few times Izuku overslept and they woke up earlier than him, going flirty all over again. It would be easier if they’re one of those people who understand what a one night stand is.

 Izuku stood up, quietly padding through the room searching for his shirt and pants. The greenette heard the sheets rustled once more while he was zipping up his fly.

 His eyes landed on the figure on the bed, her head raised, eyes barely open to see her cat like eyes.

 “Are you going now?” She asked while she rubbed her eye.

 “Yeah…” He answered immediately –sounding indifferent and without sparing her a single glance-, praying inn his head that she doesn’t beg about staying or stuff like that, it’ll be a huge pain in the ass, while he picked up his shirt and put it on.

 Where did he I leave my jacket again? He thought as he started to make his way to the door.

 “Will I see you again?” she asked when Izuku was at the door way –hopefulness in her tone. Izuku stopped in his tracks freezing.

 He slowly looked back with a blank, empty look on his face.  “I doubt that’ll happen, sweetheart.” He said, dismissively.

 This was nothing more other than a one night stand. He doesn’t even remember her name. He never asked nor did they. He doesn’t expect anything more, they shouldn’t be expecting more either.

 “Bye.” He said before continuing to get out of the room, not bothering to listen to whatever she said as he walked out of the room.

  ~~~~~~~~

Loud music filled his ears as he downed another glass of whiskey. He knows he’ll be hung over the next day but he didn’t care. He’s used to that already.

 Izuku already forgot what being sober felt like by now with the amount of alcohol he’s been drinking lately. Why, you asked? To forget shit called reality.

 He put down the glass, gesturing to the bartender and good friend of his –Shinso- to give him another one.

 The purple haired man, visibly sagged as he sighed in disappointment. He didn’t care.

 Izuku is used to making people disappointed, to the point that he himself is disappointed with himself.

 “Do you even remember how many drinks you’ve had already?” Shinso asked as he poured another drink.

 Izuku scoffed, rolling his eyes. Are we doing this again? “What do you think?”

 Shinso sighed once more. “Of course, you didn’t.” He shook his head.

 “is he here yet?” izuku asked changing the subject.

 “Who exactly?”

 “Tsukauchi.” Izuku said as he had another sip on his drink.

 “I don’t think-“ Shinso cut himself off as his tired eyes landed on a familiar figure crossing the crowd of people in the club. “Look who’s here.” Shinso crossed his arms as he pointed to the man with his chin. Izuku turned his head.

 Tsukauchi wore a trench coat over his suit and a fedora, big mistake if you’re going to a place like this, filled with sweaty people partying to their hearts content.

 “Tsukauchi,” Izuku said, his voice starting to become slurry, actually it has been since a while ago, Shinso just didn’t mind it, more like he’s too used to it to point it out at this point. “It isn’t like you to come to our ‘meetings’ late like this.” He said as Tsukauchi sat to the stool next to him, taking off his hat, a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead.

 “Sorry, there has been a bit of delay because I still waited for a few people.” He said as he gestured Shinso to give him a glass of water.

 “What?” Izuku frowned, his tone going low and dark. The greenette preferred to not get involved with a lot of people, he only sees people who he knows is essential for his work and that’s it. No more, no less. Besides if a lot of people knew about his job then it would ruin the point of going under cover in the first place right?

 “I know that you don’t like meeting people, Midoriya. But I assure you that they are essential to the case.”

 “Oh really now?” Izuku said sarcastically, rolling his eyes then took another large drink from the glass nearly emptying the glass. “Usually, I would be the judge of that.”

 “Please, trust me on this one,” Tsukauchi insisted, eyes filled with determination and hopefulness for Izuku to give whoever he brought with him a chance to work with him. “They are both heroes and are very reliable people. I have also made them swore to never disclose anything about anything that is related to you.”

 Green orbs went darker as he stared down his reflection on the glass.

 Promises are always meant to be broken. And Izuku don’t trust anyone, nor look up to anyone, nor have faith in anyone, nor believe in anyone.

 Not even himself.

 The greenette downed the rest of his drink, glass dropping heavily on the counter, hopefully not heavy enough that it cracked the glass or else he’s gonna get an earful from Shinso later on.

 “So where are these trustworthy people you’re talking about?” He said, not actually wanting to hear an answer, he just wants to get his report over with and go drink some more before he goes home and crash at his bed –that is if no one coerces him to… have some fun tonight (or something that’ll keep him distracted for a little while longer..)

 “I think they’re still having a hard time-“ Tsukauchi cut himself off as he turned around to look at the partying crowd behind them only to see the pair of heroes he came her e with. “Oh there they are.”

 Izuku sighed as he turned his head again to face whoever hero the man came with. Hopefully it wasn’t one of the famous ones, like Lemilllion or Hawks –as good as meeting them he absolutely cannot meet them, at least not like this anyway, despite being like this Izuku is still the same hero fanboy somewhere in that heart of his.

 Just not as much as before.

 Especially when he burned every single one of those notebooks before high school…

 There was no point keeping them anymore…

 There was no point in keeping his hope of being hero alive anymore…

 With empty, despaired eyes he looked at two spiky heads (one ash blond, another is crimson red) forced their way through the crowd.

 Izuku’s eyes narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity. He felt like he’s seen those before. He should know those. Maybe he should stop on the drinks right now, cause his brain seems to have started to stop functioning.

 “Goddamn, old man, don’t fucking leave us in the goddamn crowd like that.”

 Okay.

 Izuku really, really needs to stop drinking ‘cause now he’s hallucinating a nightmare when he’s wide awake.

 The greenette’s eyes widened as the pair of heroes finally passed the last row of people, now gracing Izuku to see who they really are.

 And boy he didn’t expect him to be here.

 “Come on, bro. Don’t be like that,” The red head –Kirishima Eijiro a.k.a. Red Riot- reprimanded the blond. “Sorry about that Tsukauchi.” Eijiro said with an apologetic look on behalf of the blond since he knows he won’t be apologizing anytime soon.

 “It’s fine, and forgive me for that, Bakugo.”

 Ah.

 Somebody please fucking pinch him. He is definitely passed out drunk somewhere in his home now that he’s dreaming. Is it even a dream? It’s more like a damn nightmare.

 The blond huffed “Yeah, yeah, just don’t-“ Katsuki cut off his own words as his red eyes landed on Izuku’s green ones.

 Both of them speechless and eyes wide open.

 Silence came to the group, Tsukauchi, Kirishima, and Shinso (yes he’s still there, he made it a task for himself to be the greenette’s bodyguard, mostly to make sure the greenette to not do anything stupid) confused to the sudden awkward, heavy air that came over them.

 “Deku…” Katsuki said a bit breathless from the shock and the horror creeping up to him at the sight of Izuku before him right now.

 “Kacchan…” Izuku called out softly, masking his irritation with a blank look on his face.

 Are you sure he isn’t in some dream/nightmare (he isn’t sure what to make of the situation right now) right now?

[sorry if the plot is all over the place hahahahhahah]

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