Aaand Scene!

Aaand scene!

Katsuki continued to just stare at the man sitting across from him and another person -an  agent from the government- as he and the detective talked about some things about the recent case Katsuki was also a part of.

At least that’s what Katsuki knows that they are talking about.

His mind blocked everything out ever since the man across from him came in the room.

It was definitely out of his expectations.

He never even thought about this ever happening in his entire life time.

Deku is now in front of him again after who knows how long has it been.

It’s almost been a decade he thinks. The pro hero has never seen or heard from the greenette ever since middle school. Sure, their mothers are still good friends and Inko gets to have dinner with them from time to time but, not once has Izuku been with her.

Katsuki’s own mother told hiim not to bring Izuku up in any of their conversations -not that he wanted to talk about him anyway (way out of character in his mind and he is definitely not concerned by the nerd at all, yup, not at all).

He thought it was weird at first. Hell, it was weird through out everything. But he couldn’t take his mind of it.

Guess he knows why now.

Midoriya Izuku now sits across from him, a tired look on his face -a very tired look. Bloodshot eyes and dark bags under his eyes. Complexion pale as a ghost. A small scar -most probably from a blade- rested on the left side of his jaw. Even from where Katsuki was sitting, the blond could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from the greenette. 

He drinks? What the hell has he been doing? 

Izuku even wore piercings in his ear and when he opened his mouth, Katsuki see another one resting on the tip of his mouth.

Does his mother approve of that? Katsuki doesn’t think so.

All through out the meeting Katsuki sat there in silence not knowing what to do, what to say, all he could do at the moment was think about whatever was right in front of him now was a dream or not.

The pro hero came to when it ended and Izuku stood to leave -same with the agent, but as of now Katsuki doesn’t care about him.

“Mind if you leave us for a second.”Katsuki spoke up finally to the agent without taking his gaze off of Izuku.

The agent was about to say something but Izuku cut him off. “What if I mind?” Izuku asked, brows furrowing slightly.

“Come on, Izuku, don’t give me that attitude.” Katsuki growled.

Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re saying that as if you didn’t give me a shitty attitude when we were children.”

Okay.

There’s no way Katsuki could deny that one.

Katsuki pursed his lips together, clenched teeth underneath, trying hard not to lash out. He can do that now.... one way or another. At least he doesn’t just instantly screams at people now.

“It’s just a talk, what’s so wrong about it?” Katsuki asked.

“You of all people want to “talk?” Izuku raised an eyebrow.  “Never thought that’s a phrase that’ll come out of your mouth.”

“Deku...” Katsuki growled lowly, his patience nearing its end. As the air of the room started to get heavy the agent thought it was best for him to leave the room silently -mostly because hhe doesn’t want to be in the blond’s range if he did started to blowing things up.

He values his life and well being very much.

“Aaand there’s that old nickname, thought it was weird you started using my name over there. Thought something possessed you or something.” Izuku said with a sarcastic tone.

A vein popped in Katsuki head, expression changing to a full scowl. 

I think you’re the one possessed.

“What the hell happened to you?” The blond asked, preferring to just get things in track rather than start to scream and start punching something.

Izuku’s expression darkened, eyes narrowin dark green boring into red.

“Why do you care?” Izuku said lowly.

“Is that a problem too?”

“Yes, cause you never cared about anything else other than yourself.” Izuku answered, hardly even thinking about it before he said it. “Much less if it’s me.” He added.

Fuck.

That was a hard blow.

But he changed. Katsuki is better than he was back at middle school, actually if he could he wants to go back to that time and take all the things he did back, to apologize, to make things better.

And maybe -just maybe- things wouldd be different right now. Maybe Izuku won’t turn out like this. Maybe Izuku would be doing better. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku would be in better terms. Maybe they would have been good friends until now.

That wouldn’t happen.

The bridge is already destroyed to bits, it won’t be fixed anymore.

“Deku...” Katsuki called out softly, his feeling was shifted from anger to regret.

“Katsuki...” He called back, the same low, angered tone in his voice. 

The two remained styaed there, in complate silence just looking at each other, Izuku’s eyes looking directly at Katsuki’s eyes, looking if he’ll say anything else.

Izuku sighed then standing from his seat. “You don’t have to know jack shit about me, isn’t worth shit anyway even to me. And please, you don’t have to talk to me during this whole shit. Just carry on with your life, don’t mind a shitty extra like me.” He said before turning around to head to the door.

Katsuki stood immediately. “Deku, wait.”

And Izuku was out the door without a word.

Damn it.

[sorry about this. just wanted to do this scene even though i don’t have a good plot to put it in i just have to get this out of my system. don’t mind this shit.]

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]

My favorite post ever!! 😂😂

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

You’re sitting at home. It’s just a normal weekday. You’re alone in the house. Your phone buzzes, and when you check it, you have a text from an unknown number. All it says is: “Come back. He is here”

Why?

His breathing was heavy, as if he was saved from drowning. The grenette felt weak, extremely weak, it was a miracle that he’s even able to stand right now –although he couldn’t move or else he’ll fall, but he’s standing nonetheless.

 Why was he the one standing?

His vision was blurry, Izuku blacked out for a second there, now all he sees is are the debris and rubble surrounding him.

 Everything around him was close to being nothing, every single thing looked nothing to what it looked before.

 Of course it would end up like this.

 Izuku expected that much, most especially his fight is against him of all people. The greenette could predict the amount of damage he could do since the beginning of the fight. It would be much more surprising if they didn’t have at least destroyed the buildings in one block.

 Izuku’s vision started to clear a bit more, at the same time with the dust started to settle making everything clearer. Green orbs zeroed in to the figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

 Their blood…

 At that moment, the tired feeling he felt left him.

 All of it.

 Even the pain from wounds, bruises and broken bones –although for that last one he’s quite used to that one…- were all gone in an instant. Instead, it was replaced with…

 Pure absolute rage.

 “W-why…?” Izuku rasped out, his voice almost gone due to the amount of screaming and shouting he did when he and the other fought. The greenette had that need to fight him with not only his strength and quirk but also to the amount of screaming. Don’t question him why, cause he also doesn’t know why he did that as well.

 Izuku, unknowingly, gathered the remaining strength he had in his body and took a stepped forward –shaking like a new born deer all the while- he staggered for a moment, knees shaking as he tried to regain his balance before taking another step, slowly but surely walking towards the figure on the ground.

 The greenette surprised himself that he walked, his legs worked completely on their own. But boy, he isn’t complaining for it.

 Oh.

 Rage.

 Pure rage was making his legs work right now. Makes sense.

 No wonder Kacchan is always angry. His energy is anger.

 His knees dug to the ground, not caring if his pants, white sleeves and vest are getting soaked from the splash when he fell to the ground. Izuku didn’t need to care about that right now. Not that he ever cared about it.

 He’ll have Kurogiri clean for him.

 Izuku grabbed the figure’s –the hero’s- shirt by the collar with his hands, hands quickly gripping tightly, threatening to break the hero’s costume, that famed black tight tank top with an orange X across it.

 Izuku’s jaw tightened, his anger overcoming him, trying to somewhat control it but he didn’t know how. He was never this angry before, never even showed it if he’s angry.

 Oh… that’s why…

 All the anger that he had in him was released all at once after years and years of all of it bottled up inside him. He didn’t mind, couldn’t bring himself to mind at the moment.

 “Why…” He started sofly, trying to find his voice, hands starting to tremble from how long he was gripping so tightly to Ground Zero’s shirt, his knuckles starting to turn white.

 “Why didn’t you stop me?!” He finally screamed, viridian eyes filled with anger as those eyes seared at the lifeless body of the hero before him.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” he yelled out shaking Ground Zero in the hopes it would wake him up and finish the job he was supposed to do.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” He repeated.

 Unlike All Might…

 “You were supposed to win against me!”

 You’re my Symbol of Victory, you’re supposed to win.

 “You’re supposed to save the day!”

 Cause you’re the hero.

 “You’re supposed to defeat me! To end me!”

 Cause I’m the villain.

 “It’s not,”  His voice cracked, though he wasn’t sure if it’s because he was already losing his voice then still screamed to the top of his lungs or because of the sadness starting to overcome him. “It’s not supposed to end like this.” He said, his head bowed and his grip starting to get loose.

 Rain started to fall from the sky, immediately covering the area with water, the ground surrounding them turning mud, the pool of blood, Katsuki’s blood, spreading even more.

 Izuku himself didn’t notice the tears flowing down his cheeks, thinking it’s the rain, he could only feel the pricking at his eyes as he stared at the lifeless body of the hero.

 “You’re both the same,” he mumbled out.  “I had faith you’ll beat me, the way All Might was supposed to beat me years ago.”

 It was the same.

 Bodies covered in their own blood, battered and bruised, filled with cuts and wounds, their bones peeking out from the limbs, blood dripped out of the corner of their mouths, panting heavily.

 “Why didn’t you beat me?”

 “Why, why…?” He asked, hoping to get an answer.

 Why did you look like you wanted it? To be beaten up by me? To be killed by me? I don’t get it.

 Why did he look remorseful? Guilty even…

 Katsuki Bakugo is never remorseful, never full of guilt.

 Then why did he look at Izuku that way?

 Why did he look like he got what he deserved at his last moments?

 He didn’t get it.

 “Neither of you beat me…”

 If neither of you couldn’t…

 No one can…

 “You didn’t beat me Kacchan,” Izuku said, standing up from his position –wobbling slightly-, looking down on the hero, eyes filled with darkness, filled with despair, intent on spreading  that despair to the rest of the world, wanting to feel the pain –rejection- he felt long ago. “Then the whole world will suffer.”  

Gray or Black?

He ran. He just ran, to let the thoughts get out of his head to make the thoughts go away. To run away from reality even in just a second longer.

 But he couldn’t.

 Not when the ring wrapped in his finger constantly reminds him of what he’s running away from.

 Katsuki stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his temple.

 The blond wanted to scream. He wants to scream so badly. Wanted to let the pain out as much as he can. He needed to stay strong, and pain hinders him to.

 But he can’t. The blond will seem crazy if he did that. Although he already he has a reputation of screaming and yelling a lot, especially to other people.

 Katsuki raised his left hand, where the ring rested on his ring finger -the ring that connects him to his soulmate. He narrowed his eyes as he found the color of the ring.

 Gray.

 A very dull gray.

 Something that is very appropriate to his soulmate, Deku, who is currently on the hospital bed. In a coma. His body covered with casts, bandages bruises and wounds -Katsuki knows that there will surely be new scars appearing on the nerd’s body somewhere.

 How long has he been like that you ask?

 3 weeks or so? Almost a month? The blond isn’t sure, time was both quick and slow when it came to him. He isn’t sure what day it is today already as well.

 He hated it.

 Not only could he not focus on his job as a hero and that his rank as the top 3 hero is in danger -he’s still on his way to defeat Deku on the No. 1 spot after all (and actually, he doesn’t care about that much right now, the worst they can do is put him the top 10 spot) but he hated that his hero boyfriend over there is a suicidal martyr that without a doubt in his mind would jump into danger to help even just one person while not caring how many injuries, scars and etc. it would leave him.

 It frustrated him to no end but also admired him for it. He won’t say it of course, the blond has a feeling the greenette will get even worse if he says that to him face to face. No one can just do that so easily. Not all heroes can do that. Not even Katsuki.

 And look what the nerd got himself into for that.

 He clenched his teeth as a scowl formed on his face, his hand turning to a fist, his knuckles turning white as he did.

 The sighed out heavily, before pulling the energy to continue his morning run (and running away from reality even just a single moment.

 But before he can even could even take a step, a heavy weight fell to his chest, like all of a sudden, his heart was ripped out of him. Eyes went wide, the blond could feel the blood is draining away from him. He could feel himself trembling where he stood. Katsuki isn’t taking a risk in walking just yet cause he’s sure as hell that he’ll fall to the ground.

 Slowly, the pro hero raised his hand to view. Eyes with horror this time as he saw the color of the ring.

 Black.

 Pure black.

 Katsuki ran, without him knowing. He ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know if he just ran or he used his quirk to get there but that didn’t matter right now. It didn’t matter at all to be honest.

 All that did matter was Deku.

 The only meaning associated with black is…

 Death…

 No, no, no, no. Katsuki thought as he ran through the streets, the crowd parting like the red sea as they saw the blond ran, worried looks on their faces.

 Don’t you dare, you nerd. Don’t you fucking dare.

 Katsuki looked at the ring on his hand once more. It was still black but it wasn’t fading, it still hasn’t turned to dust.

 Yet…

 Katsuki shook his head.

 No, not “yet”, I know the nerd won’t just kick the bbucket that easily.

 Finally, Katsuki arrived at the hospital, he rushed inside and through the corridors -the nurses didn’t bother to stop him, not that they can rival the strength of a pro hero anyway, plus they know the situation there anyway.

 The door to his room was open, the blond could see the doctors running in and out of the room, he could here the shouts of commands. When he was at the door, the first thing he saw was the doctor shouting some number for the defibrillator. And pushing it down to Deku’s chest as he said “Clear!”

 Inko was right there beside him, clutching on to her son’s hand like her life depends on it, tears streaming down her cheeks as she talked  - prayed­- to not take her son away from her. Katsuki rushed next to her as he too, grabbed to their joined hands, clutching on to their hands until his knuckles turned white.

 Don’t you dare nerd! Don’t you dare leave me Deku.

 Please don’t leave.

 I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

 Please.

 ….

 …

 …Beep…

 The weight on Katsuki’s chest -that godddamn boulder- was finally out of his chest. The blond opened his eyes -he doesn’t remember when he closed them in the first place- red orbs immediately landing on the ring wrapped around his finger.

 Gray.

 It’s back to that dull gray color.

 As much as he hated that one, but he hated the black one more.

 Next time this ring turns black again, Katsuki thought as if he and Deku can communicate with the power of their minds. The next time that happens you little shit I’m gonna beat your ass, got it?

 He got no answer.

 Figured.

 “You’ll definitely wake up,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “You have to.”

 I’ll be waiting…