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Pink, i am having something, in my heart. I want, Midoriya's cries, of joy and nostalgia, when he hears Bakugou's hero name.

Woolly, dearest Woolly, you can have anything your heart desires 🥺

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"Dynamight."

The word echoed in his ears.

"Dynamight."

A voice so familiar to him he could pick it out amongst a crowd of thousands, hundreds of thousands. And a memory, so far back, he could hardly find it in the deepest recesses of his brain.

"My name...is Dynamight."

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The sound of beeping machines was all Midoriya could make out in the sterile smelling room he woke up in. Even the snores of those around him felt muted, as though the entire hospital were holding its breath.

Only once he finally felt fully aware of himself, eyelids no longer too heavy to hold open, he glanced toward the windows, staring at the pale moonlight streaming in, stars dusting across the cloudless night sky, seeming so peaceful compared to his last waking memory. Perhaps this was a dream, then. Yet there was an unbearable ache in his body that claimed otherwise.

Looking down, he saw his own arm wrapped tight against his chest. He couldnt feel it, though it looked wholly unchanged. And yet...the memory of his limbs battered beyond repair was still fresh in his mind. As grateful as he was, there was no way his arms should still be intact. Unless....

If Mirio could have his quirk back, then maybe...maybe luck had graced him just this once, allowing him one more chance.

Subtle movement to his side caught his attention, and suddenly, he couldnt pull his gaze away from the cot beside him.

Kacchan.

Locks as pale as the light illuminating them were nestled into a thin pillow, poking out from the slumbering form beneath its blanket. His childhood friend never looked more at peace than when he was asleep. Swallowing as he caught himself staring, Midoriya couldnt help but compare it to his last sight of the other; bleeding out, pierced through, collapsing into anothers arms before fully losing consciousness. All for him, because of him.

"Deku."

His name shocked him back into the present, seemingly far too gentle to be real.

Red eyes bore into his own, and suddenly, nothing else existed.

"Kacchan-"

His whisper was breathless, and yet far too loud all the same. Stumbling after throwing his covers off and trying to get up, he realized his feet were numb when he tried to set them down and his face hit the floor before they did.

"Ow..."

"You fucking idiot. If you wanted to kill yourself, you shouldve just let Shigaraki do it." Yet despite his harsh words, a hand was extended out to him, and the pain faded away quickly enough. He grabbed it - what else was he supposed to do? How could he ever deny Bakugou Katsuki?

He was sitting in Kacchans bed, beside the other, and reality was so broken and strangled in that single night, that the novelty had yet to hit him.

"You trynna wake up everyone else, huh?" Quickly, he followed that strict gaze, taking note of the other heroes in their beds around them, his heart stopping momentarily at the sight of their teacher across from them, head once again wrapped in bandages. But like a magnet, his eyes were drawn back, refusing to fully leave Kacchans face, his stern, grumpy, just woken up face, that was so very, and beautifully alive. He may be acting irritated with Deku, but he had helped the other into his bed; just another box to check off of the list of things hed never expected from his childhood friend - a list that was rapidly gaining check marks with each waking moment.

"Kacchan..." He murmured once more, finding nothing else available in his mind at the moment as he took in the others face. So many things had happened all at once back there; towns had been destroyed, countless lives had been lost, and the injured were beyond counting. There were so many people he loved that he didnt even know were alive or not. Shigaraki had All for One, and he couldnt even begin to imagine how Todoroki was feeling.

But right there, and right then, it was nighttime, and everyone was asleep, except for them two. As much as he wanted to get up and race through every hall and every street to find out who was okay and who wasnt, this was all he could manage to focus on. Certainly his legs wouldnt even let him up anyway.

"What is it?" Came that gravelly voice, once again bringing him back from his own mind. "Dont fucking tell me youre too damn scared of the dark to sleep on your own?"

"Why did you do it?"

The question asked itself, his mouth moving without his permission. Yet it was the only thing he could think about, the only thing keeping him conscious still as exhaustion crept up on him.

He watched as an eyebrow rose up, and then Bakugous jaw clenched, and Midoriya knew the other was fully aware of what he meant. That gaze averted itself, the face he'd been studying turning away, to his disappointment.

"I don't know."

Something dropped a little in his chest. He wanted to say something; what, he didnt know. But there was a furrow to that brow, a slight pout in those lips that suggested deeper thought inside of Kacchans mind. He was thinking, and Midoriya let him.

"My body just moved on it own." And just like that, electricity flooded his body, and he could run a thousand miles, if only they wouldn't take him away from the boy in the same bed as him.

"Kacchan...i don't...i dont know how-"

"Then don't." It was murmured so softly, Midoriya thought he must have imagined it. Maybe this all really was a dream, and he would wake up in his own bed, no childhood friend to be found. Reality didnt seem very lucid at the moment, and yet he knew that nothing would ever be the same the moment he woke up to the real world, and to the consequences of their actions. So then, for just that night, they could be at peace.

Before he could figure out anything else to say, a yawn from the other boy interrupted his thoughts. He watched as Bakugou began to lay back down, crossing his arms underneath his head, trying, and failing to cover uo how he winced when moving his shoulder.

"Theres shit we need to talk about. And dont fucking forget about it, you damn nerd." When those eyes closed again, Midoriya decided to take that as a sign to lay down and join him. After everything that had happened, the only thing that could tear him away from his childhood friend was if they explicitly asked for him to leave. And they hadn't. So he laid down, studying Bakugous profile from his position, his racing thoughts competing with his drained body, trying to slip under the heavy waves of exhaustion lapping at his brain.

Kacchan had saved him...instinctively. With his mind as loaded as it was, he couldnt quite figure it out. All he knew was that Bakugou would explain the second they got the chance, and that he never wanted to let the other out of his sight ever again.

As the weight of his eyelids grew too heavy to bear, the words began to disappear from his mind, until there was only one left. And his eyes shot open again.

"Kacchan," he murmured into the dark, hoping the other was still awake. "Whats your hero name?"

Above the soft beeping of heart monitors and other such machinery, Midoriya heard the other's sigh, and relief flooded his chest. Sorry Kacchan... But he had to know.

After waiting for eternity, Midoriya almost wondering if hed fallen asleep again, Bakugou said, "Dynamight."

Tears welled up in his eyes, which he silently wiped away. It wasnt certain, he couldnt fully tell, maybe his memory was faulty anyway....

"Its, its perfect, Kacchan," Midoriya mumbled, wondering if his wobbly smile was as obvious as it felt. "I love it."

"Pft," Kacchan scoffed at him, causing his own brow to furrow in confusion. "Course you fucking would," Bakugou said, able to convey his hard eye roll with his tone alone. "You pretentious fuck. You came up with it."

Eyes widening, he knew he wouldnt be able to contain it any longer. Tears flowed freely onto the pillow, and he immediately began sniffling.

"Eh? Fucking hell..." Bakugous exasperated voice did nothing to quell the tide pouring from him, could not stop the hiccups from overtaking his chest.

"You -hic- you really...chose my name?"

Once again, that red gaze graced his face, as disgruntled and judgemental as usual, but it meant nothing, not after everything hed just revealed.

"Yeah, whatever. Listen you fuck, I dont have the fucking brain power right now, so save the crying for later, stupid nerd." Of course, Bakugou should know by now, that that wasnt going to happen. In fact, after just a moment, he sighed, and opened his arm out nearest Deku. "You fucking get any snot on me and youre going back to your own damn bed."

Reality was so broken, so strangled in that single night, and perhaps in would remain that way in the days to come. Perhaps being allowed to lay gingerly on Kacchans shoulder while he cried his heart out, letting lose everything hed held in since the fight, since their fight, since they were kids, perhaps that would become their new reality, fitting somewhere into this jumbled up jigsaw puzzle that was their life from here on out.

He didnt want to question it, not in that moment. Instead, he let the tears dry up on their own, however long that took. By the end of it, he could hardly even breathe, but there was a stillness in his chest, a steady, comfortable thumping he hadnt felt in....

Drifting off to sleep, images flashed behind his eyelids. The hospital was no more; instead, he found himself surrounded by trees, with hard packed dirt beneath his feet, and a butterfly net in his hands. His dreams were filled with children's laughter, scrapes and bruises telling the tale of another adventure, and heart-filled gazes directed toward a back that had always been just out of reach. And a memory, just barely there, but it was enough. It was more than enough.

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Avskvnskfks sorry Woolly if this was rushed a little. Motivation is a fickle fiend and i wanted to make sure I finished it 😅😅💖💖

doodle

Deku vs Kacchan 2 took all the elements from S1 that were destroyed and chaotic and fixed them just like their bond. 

Bakugou’s very first smile in the show is one of malicious contempt, mocking Deku’s attempt at standing up to him; during their fight Bakugou smiles because Deku is finally taking him seriously and using his power, attacking him with all his strenght, just like he asked him to. 

When Bakugou talks about their future and how he will do better to surpass him his mind brings up Deku’s notebook, the one he burned, in its original state. One of the warnings he gave Deku to face reality and stop fantasizing about being a hero, now with the book fixed he acknowledges Deku’s dream of being a hero.

The line separating them since the opening is still there because they haven’t overcome all obstacles to raise each other up yet but the eye contact shows they are aware of each other, Bakugou is not fearing Deku and Deku doesn’t feel rejected by Bakugou. The have realized there’s a potential for more in the future, that the other has what they need to be a complete and the best heroes. After talking to All Might the line separating them is replaced by a white line, and it’s coming from All Might’s path, after all he is the one to change their perspective and it’s thanks to him they stand side by side at the same stage instead of chasing each other. 

New Decchan Drawing by Noguchi-San

does bakugou get nightmares about deku?

Bkdk AI Art Creations

The App I used is called WOMBO Dream

They look really cool !

Decchan !! Deku looks gorgeous as always

I used to be yours, I think

(Which is to say, I still am)

belonging to you, like a soldier

belongs to a general, or

that thing you owned, the one

I- I'm sorry- broke by accident.

I used to be yours, I tell myself,

and I don't look away from your claws

I don't pretend you don't snarl and bare          your teeth, 

like a wounded animal, like a beat up dog,

and I don't forget the biting, no,

but I forgive.

It's weird, I think.

You're not a very nice person, at all,

sometimes you're angry and I flinch,

and sometimes, now, sometimes

you're angry and I can't help but smile.

I'll keep the scars.

It's not a choice I'm making, it's not

like they're fading away 

anytime soon, you know?

and my friends don't get why I love you

-I mean, they wouldn't get it 

if they knew, if they knew that

you're the sun, and I don't orbit around you

or I try not to, nowadays-

but, you know, I don't think you know either.

I don't think I know, too, so.

I think

when you were made, out of gold and sunfire and old laurels, 

out of the feeling of climbing a mountain

with your bare hands,

and watching the world from its peak,

I think they made me too, that day,

and they didn't make me for you

I think they'd have done a better job

but I looked over at you and thought,

huh.

And that's just how it's been ever since.

Winter bkdk

“君はいい幼馴染を持ってるな。” || artist: 蒼崎ジオン(@Aozakichion00)

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