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me: i have no fear

my brain: okay but what if izuku's meaning for 'becoming the greatest hero' is an action of defeating the greatest evil and he and part of class won't make it alive? what if manga was just his memories before death?

me: i have 1 (one) fear

'the best form of sabotage is self- sabotage'

— probably deku before break himself all over again to win a fight.

here's the thing about my perspective of bakugou. i don't think that he has overly drastic character growth or doesn't deserve izuku's forgiveness. like he's still a 15 y. o. boy who doesn't have good connections to his emotions and insecurities.

tbh i feel he and izuku have the same amount of self-doubt but they express it differently.

i personally do not like bakugou that much because he just doesn't fall to the category of my type of character but in the same time i don't like when people portray him as overly violent destined-to-become-villain person.

i see the same pattern with izuku. yk media where he's portrayed as nice sweet guy who can't possibly hurt anyone. like yeah i get where it comes from but let's not forget how absolutely feral 100% insane he can be.

let's not forget about bakugou who in the end of the day is just a kid with pockets full of insecurities, self-doubt and mistakes.

katsuki and izuku come from the same place but in a different way.

so i do not like bakugou

but i can sympathize with him

i think most people of the mha at some point of knowing deku thought that he secretly has quirk that reduces his pain registration to 0 and you can't convince me otherwise.

me, putting a badge 'queerplatonic relationship' on iida, todoroki, uraraka and midoriya: *takes a step back* heh, nice👍

wait... does this mean aideku nation won? woah, what a turn of events

congrats, one and a half fans of aideku

Nací sin un quirk, a pesar de haber pasado los 4 años mi particularidad no apareció. Ahí me di cuenta de lo dura y horrible que puede ser la vida, era lo más bajo en la "cadena alimenticia".

Se burlaron, me atacaron y me dañaron. Quienes llamé amigos me abandonaron, me dejaron solo. Pero no Kacchan, el no se alejó, se mantuvo cerca. Me corregía en lo que me equivocaba, era honesto, era alegre. Siempre reía conmigo, me escuchaba y opinaba sobre lo que yo contaba, era un verdadero amigo. Siempre me dijo la verdad.

—Eres solo un estúpido mukosei, eres la peor escoria de este mundo— kacchan me decía la verdad siempre —eres un idiota si crees que llegaras a ser un héroe sin un quirk— siempre era honesto.

—y-yo... Pro... Probaré... Que puedo s-s-ser...

—no seas iluso— río, no se burlaba de mi, el no era de los que se burlan de los demás.

—p-puedo pasar e-el exame-men escrito...— tomaste mi libreta y volviste a reír, con una explosión la quemaste y la lanzaste por la ventana, sabías que no me iba a ser útil, siempre tienes razón.

—Si tanto quieres ser un héroe, hay una forma rápida de hacerlo. ¡¡confía en que nacerás con una particularidad en tu siguiente vida y salta del techo!!— me dabas consejos y me ayudabas siempre.

—Bakugo, creo que ya es suficiente... Suena a que lo estas incitando a suicidarse...— tus amigos te alejaban de mi, pero tu siempre volvías.

—tienes razón, vamos por algo de comer— saliste del salón, no sin antes voltearme a ver y sonreír, era tu forma de despedirte.

Me quedé un momento ahí parado hasta que creí que era hora de volver a casa, me sentía realmente feliz por haber pasado tiempo con kacchan, mi único amigo.

Kacchan siempre tenia razón, la libreta no la iba a necesitar, no en esta vida. Tenía una sonrisa plasmada en mi rostro. Kacchan decía la verdad. Mis pasos eran lo único que se escuchaba en el edificio, sonando cada escalón subido. Kacchan era honesto. Las escaleras se sentían infinitas. Kacchan siempre me ayudaba. Llegué a la cima. Él tenía razón... ¿cierto?

Caminé por el techo, sintiendo la brisa entre el cabello, apreciando las nubes, convenciéndome de que Kacchan tenía razón. Llegué a la orilla, me sujete de la barandilla y crucé al otro lado. Temblando, pensando y totalmente convencido de que Kacchan tenía razón. Respiré hondo y...

Salté.

Kacchan no tenía la razón, no decía la verdad, no era honesto, me mintió, se burló de mi y yo... Me equivoqué.

El aire chocaba contra mi cuerpo, mis rizos se sacudían y las lagrimas salían de mis ojos, deslizándose por mis mejillas, dándome un último sentir.

Bakugo me mintió, me engañó, me lastimó. No era mi amigo, aunque me convencí de que si lo era. Pero todos nos equivocamos y algunos errores ya no tienen vuelta atrás.

Vi el cielo por última vez, las nubes, las aves, la luz. Hasta que todo se volvió negro.

Me pregunto como habrá reaccionado Bakugo, o sus amigos, o los que me abandonaron. No quiero preguntarme el como reaccionó mi madre, no quiero que vuelva a doler. No quiero imaginar sus lágrimas o su voz, no quiero pensar en que la lastimé.

Hace taaaaaaanto que no publicaba algo (desde la secundaria?) y pues tiktok, no poder dormir y llorar en la madrugada hacen que uno se inspiré.

Ahora si, a dormir.

Tomen awa (va para quién sea que lea esto, tqm)

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Jump - [BNHA]

-Si tanto quieres ser un heroe, hay una forma rapida de hacerlo. ¡¡confia en que naceras con una particularidad en tu s...

Mi lista de ships de BNHA porque... ¿Porque no?

-KiriBaku

-TodoDeku

-KiriDeku

-SeroRoki

-BakuDeku (solo con contexto que implique un Bakugō arrepentido o una amistad sana desde el inicio)

-DekuRaka

-TsuChaco

-TsuMina

-IidaChaco

-SeroMina

-KiriKami

-KamiSero

-ShinKami

-KamiJirō

-MomoJirō

-Poly Bakusquad

-TokoTsuyu

-TokoShoji

-TokoShojiTsuyu

-TetsuKendo

-MonoTendo

-MiriTama

-MiriTamaNeji

-NejiYu

-AwaMomo

-EraserMic (i believe in EraserMic supremacy)

-ShiraZawa

-EraserJoke

-MidJoke

Creo que son todos... Idk

No hay un orden de preferencia, todos son el resultado de mi transición a multishiper

Algún día habre escrito los suficientes fanfics para cubrirlos a todos

Asahi Getting Folded So Hard He Travels Realities

What even is this story I-

includes: Asahi, Ukai, Tadeka, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Daichi, Aone, Class 1-A, Aizawa

warnings: shit post, to be honest. 

length: 1,437 words

A pained and confused noise left the third year’s lips as he sat up, hand gently rubbing his pounding head. The last thing he remembered was Nishinoya doing his signature Rolling Thunder move during a practice match against Date Tech. Kageyama had set it perfectly to Hinata for a simple quick attack, however, Aone blocked it. Asahi remembers seeing the ball rebounding, speeding straight to his face before he blacked out. Now, he was in what was assumed to be a nurse’s office.

Had they remodeled the place? Asahi was never one to be injured often, but he was always walking Noya to the nurse. Today it looked different. Very different.

“He’s up,” An unfamiliar voice muttered, fingers running a stressed hand through long black hair. Who was this? “E-Excuse me?” Asahi gained the stranger’s attention, guarded and analytical eyes darted his way. “Who are you, sir?”

A tired hum was the answer he got before the man sighed. “I was hoping you’d tell me the same thing. What’s your name, kid?”

“Azumane Asahi, sir,” He answered respectfully. He swallowed before glancing around the room. “Where am I?”

“You can call me Mr. Aizawa,” The man seemed to be waiting on someone as his eyes left Asahi only to check down the halls. It was concerning to Asahi that Mr. Aizawa appeared to be on his guard. The man never did answer his question.

“Pardon me for asking, but where is Coach Ukai? O-Or Mr. Takeda?” The high schooler tensed up a bit at Mr. Aizawa gave him a troubled look. 

“Do you know what school you’re in, kid?” Aizawa breathed, but before Asahi could answer, a loud noise came from the door as it was practically kicked open. 

Whoever the kid was, he seemed pissed off. His blonde and spiked up hair reminded Asahi of a pomeranian. 

“Bakugou, come outside with me for a moment,” Aizawa demanded, earning a grumble in protest, but the kid did as told. Asahi tried not to eavesdrop, but he was concerned for his safety. The few words he managed to catch were rather confusing. 

“He’s probably been hit… Type of quirk…” Asahi sat up in the small bed to lean towards the door more. “... Amnesia and confusion… Unknown teachers…”

When they came back in, the boy called Bakugou seemed less angry for whatever reason. His hands were buried into his pockets and his posture was terrible as he scoffed. It reminded Asahi of a feral Tanaka.

“Are you sure you’re a high schooler? You look like a damn pastor,” Bakugou’s insult made Asahi give a pained smile.

The third-year rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly glanced towards Mr. Aizawa as he responded, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m a third-year. It’s nice to meet you,” he cut himself off, pausing for a second or two before speaking again, “Bakugou was it?”

“Yeah,” Asahi relaxed at the confirmation. “C’mon, let’s go, man bun. The teach wants to see if I can jog your shitty memory.”

“Language, Bakugou,” Aizawa warned half-heartedly.

Asahi glanced back at the sound. Was he… Climbing into a sleeping bag?

“So, what’s your quirk?” Bakugou sighed, tilting his head up slightly to look at Asahi.

“A quirk?” Asahi asked, confusion dancing in his eyes as Bakugou seemed to grow agitated. “I play volleyball,” He answered uneasily, not knowing what the other meant.

“You remember what they are right? Don’t tell me you’re fucking stupid, too,” The boy growled. He extended his hands, palms flat and facing up as he made sure Asahi was watching. 

Asahi almost jumped out of his skin when little explosions sparked from Bakugou’s palm, the sweet and subtle smell of caramel filling the air. They grew smaller as Bakugou realized that his upperclassman was panicking. 

“What is-” Asahi’s bewildered look worsened when Bakugou suddenly made them stop. “What is that?! How is that even possible? Doesn’t it hurt you?” 

Bakugou groaned softly. He didn’t stop walking, so neither did Asahi. If everyone in this school has powers like that, the last thing Asahi wanted to do was get lost. “No, man bun, it doesn’t hurt. God, you’re more of a dumbass than I thought.”

They reached a classroom door, and Bakugou kicked it open, starting to yell to get the student’s attention, “Listen up assholes, Sensei assigned us this skittish batard to take care of until their memory comes back!”

“Aw, come on Bakugou,” A rather cheery voice sounded. “It’s not manly to insult everyone you see.”

“Shut it, shitty hair,” Bakugou mumbled, waving Asahi inside as he sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up.

“Is it a girl?” The question came from the class, followed by a startled yelp. Asahi couldn’t see what happened, as he didn’t dare to step inside of the chaotic room yet, but he assumed the person was hit. “Ow! Tsu…”

“Are they hot?” Another question came, causing Asahi to cover his face while a flushed shade of pink spread across his face. 

“Denki!” Another voice scolded. “That is no way to talk about a new student!” “Iida is right,” A female voice spoke up. “We need to make them feel welcome and safe.” A quietness settled in the classroom and the only thing Asahi could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was still shaken over the tiny bombs Bakugou had made without any pain or struggle. It almost seemed natural to the blonde, actually.

“Are they going to come in?” A monotone voice asked after a few beats of silence.

“Deku, go check on them,” Someone said, a sudden stutter of incoherent words filling the room.

Asahi was greeted by a rather small boy with freckles and green hair. He looked almost as nervous as Asahi felt. “W-Well, come on in,” The boy stuttered out.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Asahi mentally hyped himself up as he stepped into the classroom, eyes glued to the floor while he walked in. Whispers started to drown out the silence, someone even asking if Asahi was their new teacher.

Asahi gathered the courage to look up. And his heart stopped. 

Wide eyes frantically glanced around at the strange and terrifying faces. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Was that a tail?! He has six arms! Why are there just clothes sitting there- is someone invisible?! Is she pink?! What even is that person’s bone structure?! The one with strange purple buns is so short! As Asahi felt him start to hyperventilate, he locked eyes with an oversized bird. The bird waved to him and suddenly a dark shadowy figure came from his chest and blinked at Asahi. The third-year grew so lightheaded that he collapsed to the floor and fainted. It was all too much.

A sharp gasp tore through his lungs as he sat up, hearing yelling around him. Dear God, where was he now?! “Man bun- Man bun! Hey, are you with us?” An alarmed yet familiar voice asked. It was coach Ukai. 

Panicked eyes mapped out each recognizable face. He hardly noticed that Tadeka was holding a cloth to his bleeding nose as he gave a break of relief. He was back to the real world.

“Asahi, do you know where you are? What were you doing before you passed out?” Tadeka asked clearly, though his eyes were nervous. 

“I’m in the Karsasuno volleyball gym, sir. I was playing a practice game with Date Tech. I think I was hit in the face?” Asahi answered. 

Everyone around them seemed to relax and feel eased. 

“Give us another scare like that, and I’ll knock you out myself,” Sugawara threatened playfully. Well, Asahi hoped it was playfully. 

“Asahi!” The yell from Noya snagged his attention. The libero was mere seconds from jumping onto the ace, but Daichi had snatched him by the collar. 

“Nishinoya! He does not need you climbing all over him,” The captain scolded, Nishinoya whining in response.

Asahi jumped a bit when there was a tap on his shoulder, and he locked eyes with Aone. The guy was quiet, Adam’s apple bobbing roughly in his throat before he spoke. 

“I am sorry,” Aone said, chest puffed slightly from holding his breath. 

“No, no! It’s okay! I should’ve moved out of the way,” Asahi smiled, gently holding the cloth to his nose for Tadeka.

At least he knew he was home again. But he couldn’t help but shiver as he thought about the shadow demon and the birdman. 

Asahi would go to church on Sunday, and he would drag the rest of the third-years with him.

According to canon quirk theory? One of those quirks but slightly deviated, most likely stronger but harder to control, or their quirks combined in some form, such as Psychokinesis, which might be limited to just pulling them towards him. If it was that, it could range from dangerous, if he doesn't get some form of resistance as well, to strong if it allowed something like flame absorption, or atleast a strong resistance to them.

If the theory of Izuku having his quirk stolen by that mad doctor, WHAT COULD HAVE IT POSSIBLY BEEEEEEEN????

hey 👋😄, this is the first thing I posted that I tried drawing online, I surprisingly only used the sketch option in Google keep notes if you wanna try that platform, nothing fancy just a doodle, enjoy 😁

trying to get used to drawing them w my hcs cause im getting back into mha

does anyone know any dexu x bakugo fics based off maniac or wish you were sober by conan gray?

Izuku: How do I deal with my enemies?

Bakugou: Kill them

Izuku: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Bakugou: Kill them only a little?

bakugou *trying to bully izuku*: nice onesie, does it come in men’s?

izuku *not even looking up from his notes*: oh i think you come in men enough for all of us

all of class 1A: *pure shock 😧*

villain!deku definitely listens to The Fine Print by The Stupendium

any hero in training: i’m not looking to make friends

kirishima and izuku: WELL THATS TO DAMN BAD

yall please drop any kamideku fics you have 🙏🙏 i’m so content starved plss

headcanon that mina and izuku love i like it by cardi b, like that’s their shit, they be blastin it in the dorms

pls i need monodeku fic recs PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’LL TAKE ANYTHING PLS I NEED IT