#bkdk with hints of krdk and krbk (bkdk endgame), college roommate, pining bk pining dk (maybe krbkdk ending? i don't think it will but we never know where it goes)
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where bakugo and deku went to different high schools and meet again in college where they share a dorm
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izuku opened the door of his new dorm only to collide with a naked chest.
"sorry!" he frantically bowed. "i didn't see you." he looked up and immediately recognized the spiky red hair. "oh my god, you're red riot!"
the man smirked, "oh you know me?"
"of course, i saw you at the sport festival! your quirk is so fascinating and..." he started to rant and only stopped when he heard the other man chuckle.
"oh i'm so sorry," he apologized again. "i tend to mumble a lot."
When he notices pro heroes taking position on Ground Beta's buildings as Nezu entered the training field, Katsuki knew shit was about to go down. The principal stood in front of the twenty students, staring at Izuku.
Instinctively, he
moved to place himself behind the nerd.
He could see by his teacher's position that he was ready to fight.
"Midoriya," the mouse said. "There's no need to hide anymore. We know."
Katsuki saw how their classmates glanced anxiously at each other. He only clenched his hands more.
"What do you know?" Izuku asked calmly.
We know you are a villain," Aizawa wrapped his scarf around him. "We know you are the traitor sent by the League."
Silence fell upon the classroom. The tension was so thick that Katsuki didn't dare to breathe.
#krdk, stranger to lovers, fake dating, college au, mention of cheating (there's no actual cheating), mention of mndk
summary: izuku has an imaginary boyfriend that looks a little bit too much like someone else.
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when izuku gets asked out by monoma neito, he panics and
says he's already got a boyfriend. when the other boy keeps demanding for a date, he adds more layers to his lie. and when he finally gives in and goes to that fair with monoma,
he finds himself in a love triangle with a boy he doesn't really wanna date and one that doesn't even exist.
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when he tells him, kacchan finds it hilarious.
"so you mean to tell me that you're cheating on an imaginary boyfriend now?" he asks from the top of the bunk
tags: love potion, crack, happy ending, slytherin!DK, gryffindor!bkg
kinda inspired by descendant 1
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izuku was eating his breakfast when katsuki entered the room yelling his name. all heads turned to him, wondering what he had done to anger the prefect of gryffindor.
"deku!" katsuki called again when izuku didn't respond.
he sighed and turned to the man.
"yes, kacchan?" he said faking a smile.
he saw katsuki frown for an instant before he smirked. "go out with me," he confidently said.
izuku could hear the gasps and whispers of the audience. he rolled his eyes.
#bkdk, ⚠️ mangaspoilers ⚠️, mha362, angst, hurt/no comfort, mcd, inspired by a tiktok
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katsuki choked as blood filled his mouth. suddenly, he couldn't see the battlefield anymore, he was standing in the middle of endless white. it was the vestiges world.
he knew what it meant, probably. he wouldn't make it. that was a sad thought. he really didn't want to die.
"kacchan?" he heard. turning back, he saw izuku standing there, looking at him. calling his name.
"kacchan!" izuku rushed to the ground, taking someone inside his arms.
ah, it was his corpse, the shell he no longer filled. izuku wasn't there, he was on the battlefield, embracing a body that life had already left.
"kacchan, please..." he heard izuku beg. it felt wrong. the izuku he knew would never have begged.
this is a world where hanahaki is extremely rare and people doesn't know a lot about it, except how to remove it. they don't know about the unrequited love or amnesia parts
katsuki had a surgery when he was 17. it was quite a strange disease, a very rare one — flowers that would grow inside of him as vines would constrict his lungs. he didn't remember much from that time, except that it was hard to breathe.
the flowers he choked didn't fade with time, they stayed the same throughout the years. he kept them in his living room, as a reminder of something he didn't know. he couldn't bring himself to throw them away; since the surgery he had felt as if a part of him was missing