#bkdk / #勝デ
cw for thread: fem QL! Deku, maybe hinted at yandere? bkg
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At first she’d felt humiliated by how much she liked Pro Hero Dynamight.
Having a crush on Kacchan as a child was one thing.
cw for thread: fem QL! Deku, maybe hinted at yandere? bkg
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At first she’d felt humiliated by how much she liked Pro Hero Dynamight.
Having a crush on Kacchan as a child was one thing.
Kacchan was the boy that kissed her skinned knees and bought her melon bread to cheer her up.
Sure, the way adults always fawned over them and paired them up was a little weird, but their parents were close and they were a boy and a girl that loved spending time with each other.
Sure, the way adults always fawned over them and paired them up was a little weird, but their parents were close and they were a boy and a girl that loved spending time with each other.
The classic ‘childhood friends to lovers’ trope. Izuku didn’t blame anyone for giving her false hope nor did she blame Kacchan for when he inevitably started to pull away as they grew older.
Being fond of your first love, like the bittersweet bite of dark chocolate, was normal.
Being fond of your first love, like the bittersweet bite of dark chocolate, was normal.
This was decidedly not.
’This’ being Izuku’s room, decked out from floor to ceiling in neon orange and black Dynamight merch.
Izuku shuffled from foot to foot as Shinso slowly walked around the room, taking… it… all in.
’This’ being Izuku’s room, decked out from floor to ceiling in neon orange and black Dynamight merch.
Izuku shuffled from foot to foot as Shinso slowly walked around the room, taking… it… all in.
Izuku didn’t blame him, it was a lot, but she still jumped when his voice broke the silence.
“How did you pay for all this?”
He didn’t sound judgemental, just curious.
“How did you pay for all this?”
He didn’t sound judgemental, just curious.
“I made a lot of it at first,” she admitted, “and after the blog took off, people just started sending me gifts since I don’t accept donations.”
The blog being where her and Shinsou had met.
The blog being where her and Shinsou had met.
Ostensibly the blog was where Izuku posted hero analysis, but it didn’t take a genius to see that she was a massive Dynamight fan, and that the blog doubled as a stan account.
But she also ran a niche series on topics like underground heroes and UA sports festival reactions, and that’s when Shinsou had messaged her, telling her that he was a support student at UA looking to break into the hero course,
and that he was hoping she could help him brainstorm some ideas from an outside perspective.
That was three years ago. They’d always met up in public before this, and so this was the first time Shinsou was in her house. And conversely, in her room.
That was three years ago. They’d always met up in public before this, and so this was the first time Shinsou was in her house. And conversely, in her room.
He nodded, then stepped in front of a series of photos Izuku had pinned up. There were outings with friends and family and school photos, but Izuku knew he was looking at one of her favourites,
a picture of Katsuki and her next to their first snowman in full winter gear, both smiling without an ounce of worry.
“I don’t mean to pry Midoriya, but isn’t all this a bit weird?”
His arm waved in an arc as he said 'all this'.
“I don’t mean to pry Midoriya, but isn’t all this a bit weird?”
His arm waved in an arc as he said 'all this'.
She’d been preparing for this conversation ever since she decided she wanted to share this part of herself, whom only her mom knew, to someone else. She took a deep breath.
“I... It's not like the thought never crossed my mind. I'm a natural over-thinker, and I remember how paranoid and ashamed I felt every time I bought something new. It's why I keep it all hidden in here, where no one else can see.
"After all, it’s not like Kacchan consented to this. Maybe he’d even find it a bit creepy... Not, not a little, he'd definitely call me a 'creepy little nerd,'" she laughed.
"It started with the sports festival, and watching Dynamight on TV, trying his best and demanding only the best of his opponents. His face looked like it was sparkling. I felt like I couldn’t look away.
"Present Mic called his face ‘one only a mother could love’, but in that moment I loved him. Before he was Kacchan, but now he was my symbol of victory.
"Whenever times got hard, like when I felt lonely, or like I couldn’t do well on a test, I’d think of Dynamight literally putting his life on the line to protect us. He doesn’t give up, so I couldn’t either!
"I don’t know if you remember, but people were saying really mean things about him at the time… So I started the blog, first to defend him, not that he needs me to do those things, I guess I was mostly doing it for myself…
"At first I must have been defending Kacchan, but slowly I stopped thinking of him as ‘Kacchan’, but just as ‘Dynamight’, a hero that I admired.
And soon through that blog I found friends, who loved and admired Dynamight just as much as me, in the same way that I did.
And soon through that blog I found friends, who loved and admired Dynamight just as much as me, in the same way that I did.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that Dynamight has ceased to be just a person to us. Of course he is a person, and we all recognize that, but to me he’s someone safe and beautiful to fantasize about.
"There’s no way Dynamight would ever look at me.
"There’s no way Dynamight would ever look at me.
"I can always just admire him from afar, supporting him the best way I can. A hero will always need fans, and I’m his #1!
I promise he doesn’t know about this, and I don’t stalk him or follow him around. Sometimes we pass each other, but since he moved to the dorms,
I promise he doesn’t know about this, and I don’t stalk him or follow him around. Sometimes we pass each other, but since he moved to the dorms,
"we’re virtually strangers. And I can’t help but be glad about that, because I don’t want him to see all of this. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, or be hurt by it, because if Kacchan was hurt by it, I would definitely destroy the things that hurt him.
"But it would make me very sad, because this is a part of me now.
I guess I’m trying to ask you to not tell him about this, because this is just something that makes me happy, and I don’t want to burden Kacchan.
I guess I’m trying to ask you to not tell him about this, because this is just something that makes me happy, and I don’t want to burden Kacchan.
"I’m sorry for rambling, I guess I’ve been holding this all in for a long time.”
Shinsou seemed to ponder her words for a moment, then he nodded once, slowly.
Shinsou seemed to ponder her words for a moment, then he nodded once, slowly.
“I won’t say I understand, but you’re one of my closest friends. And I know you’re not a bad person. So don’t worry about it.”
“You don’t know how much that means to me,” Izuku whispered.
Shinsou shook his head, “I know what it’s like to be alone, Midoriya.”
“You don’t know how much that means to me,” Izuku whispered.
Shinsou shook his head, “I know what it’s like to be alone, Midoriya.”
A burst of warmth expanded like a hot air balloon in her chest, buoying her as if she were Uravity, at danger of floating away. She’d found a real friend, one that knew her deepest, darkest insecurity, and hadn’t snubbed their nose at her.
A true ‘bosom friend’, as Anne would say. Just as ‘Kacchan’ had slowly morphed into ‘Dynamight’, ‘Mind-Psyche’ was now invariably just ‘Hitoshi-kun’.
They beamed at each other.
"OK!" She threw a fist up, "let's work hard!"
They beamed at each other.
"OK!" She threw a fist up, "let's work hard!"
Together, they worked on his sidekick proposal. Underground heroes tended to have a hard time getting hired, since they were unlikely to bring the agency they belonged to prestige or sponsorship opportunities.
Izuku was determined to help her friend, her /best/ friend, get into the best agency that they could.
But they were still teenagers, and the floral breeze of spring soon drew them outside. Nothing in Izuku’s pantry looked appealing, though Inko kept her kitchen well stocked.
But they were still teenagers, and the floral breeze of spring soon drew them outside. Nothing in Izuku’s pantry looked appealing, though Inko kept her kitchen well stocked.
Together they decided to walk to a crepery that Izuku had once visited with her schoolmates, wearing jackets and looped scarfs because it was still a little crisp outside, Izuku with a small spring in her step.
That day she learned more things about her friend: that he liked cats, even the dirty and mangey ones, that he enjoyed iced coffee without sugar, and that he had a habit of turning his face to the sky when the sun was out. She stowed them away with relish.
Neither noticed the sidekick standing across the street, eyes narrowed and drawn mouth twisting into a darkening scowl as the two friends savoured the powdery sweetness on their tongues.
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