I Love You MHA And I Love You Katsuki And Izuku With All My Heart. I Hope You Continue To Be Heroes And

At age 33 Bakugou has seen some shit. He's gotten older although he has aged liked a fine wine.

Or perhaps like a bourbon or whisky.

He comes home, growling and fighting with his steel toed boots. Cracking his neck and back as he stretches, taking off grenade belts and locking them up in the safe by the door.

"DADDY!" His kids screech as they run for him. Almost knocking the pro hero from his feet as he scoops them into his arms, they cling to his biceps for dear life.

"Oi I told you brats not to bombard me right as I get home. I barely put the danger away." He growls but all the while you can see the sparkle in his eyes as he looks at his little girl and his little boy. Giving each a kiss on their forhead while they giggle and give a half hearted apology.

"Sowwyyyy" they don't mean it and the thought makes you giggle aloud, they'll do the same thing like they do every day.

"Oi, oi what's so funny?" He snaps, carrying his spawns as the girl starts to treat him like a jungle gym. Hanging from his frame and swinging while her older brother curls into his father's neck. Having missed him while he was out all day. You wonder if Bakugou's beard scratches at your son's face. Smirking as you spot the grays that pepper his whiskers and wind blown hair.

"Nothing." You say as a cat smile blooms on your face, "Nothing at all."

"Daddy, daddy can we help you cook today?!" The girl yells, climbing onto his shoulders, almost kicking her brother in the face as she bends down to scream in his ear. Bakugou visibly jars, jerking his head away while grabbing onto her foot to prevent a black eye.

"Mindful of your brother baby." He says, "Yes you can help. Let Daddy stretch."

He picks up his daughter by the back of her shirt, like a cat with scruff and gently places her on the floor as he makes his way to bend over to set his son down more gently.

Bakugou found out the hard way that his son is more sensitive.

"Do you need to stretch now cause your bones are turning to dust, old man?" The bright eyed daughter inquires. You bust out laughing, encouraging her as your son begins to get weepy.

"Daddy is turning to dust?!" He cries, curling deeper into his father as his arms wrap tightly around Bakugou's thick neck. Tightly enough he almost chokes.

"Oi oi!" He rubs his large hand across his son's small back, "No one is turning to dust baby."

His voice is soft and you're falling in love with him all over again. After your son has calmed down Bakugou sets his tiny bare feet to the ground before his daughter launches at him.

"Tag you're it!" She knows it always cheers him up because he is the faster of the two. He lunges as she runs away squeeling with delight. While your kids share a game of impromptu tag Bakugou comes closer to you. Pulling you into his strong arms as the day clings to his skin. The sweat and dirt from the day streaking his face as he leans in for a kiss.

"I'm home." His lips twitch into a devilish smirk, "Lemme shower and I'll start dinner."

"We prepped for you today. So it should be easy." You place a peck. Fully expecting him to pull away. But he doesn't. Your pouty lips still getting the best of him as his fingers entangle in your hair at the nape of your neck. Deepening the kiss as his tongue slides across yours. He pulls back enough to just let his lips press against yours.

"EWWWWWWW!" Both of your kids shout in unison you both pull away but Bakugou keeps you pressed to him in his strong arms. .

"Momma's got cooties now!" Your daughter yells and when you notices your son's nose scrunched up both you and Bakugou can't help but laugh.

"Damn right Momma has cooties." He jumps away from you into a hunched over stance, "And now I'm gonna get you two."

They scream with delight, wanting the tickles and scratchy kisses on their foreheads but not wanting to be caught so easily. Bakugou chases after them and you hear when they get caught by the shrill screech that echoes through the house. The laughter that follows fills your heart, tears gather in your eyes as you sigh. Wishing you could bottle that sound, these past few moments forever.

You bite your lip to keep from crying as he saunters back with the kids tucked to his frame. Their little fists playfully hitting at his abs. It looks as if he's caught some villains. You can't help the shake in your shoulders. Your heart could burst from the love and the joy you're living.

Instantly the three of them notice the tears. Bakugou let's them down so they can hug your legs and he pulls the three of you safely into his arms.

"What's wrong?" They say, Bakugou's hands rubbing your back and the kids notice. Rubbing your legs as they imitate their dad.

"Yea why is momma sad?" Your daughter asks, her eyes starting to water too, your son is already starting to sniffle. You place your hands on their heads.

"Oh babies, Momma isn't sad. Momma is just..." You let a watery smile steal your features, not knowing your kids will remember what you said next fondly even as they age and well after you pass.

"I'm just so in love with my family."

Little break from the Shinjuku battle ❄️

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Had a conversation with someone on twitter and it actually made me cry all over again. In a lot of cultures rain represents cleansing imperfections and water is known for eroding things over time.

So Katsuki's confession apology taking place in the rain in even more significant.

Earlier in the season Mitsuki mentions that Katsuki hates rain.

He hates showing his imperfections.

He hates being worn down and laid bare with no way to hide how he feels.

He hates rain.

But, if it's for Izuku...

"my favorite ship did this!", "my favorite ship did that!" did your favorite ship unknowingly watch the sunset together as they yearn for each other and think about their youth and what could've been

My babies :")

Original:

"You know, Nanamin," Yuuji started, between mouthfuls, "when we first met, I thought I wouldn't like you at all."

Kento raised one thin eyebrow over the rim of his paper-cup coffee. He sat with you, and Yuuji, at a dirt road Conbini overlooking Tokyo. The sun was setting, casting the city as a silhouette against oranges, purples. You could smell the earthy petrichor of an incoming storm. Yuuji did not mind, thoughtful as he slurped at an instant ramen.

"Like, really," Yuuji continued, his mouth puckered up, "I thought you were boring. Unfunny, grumpy, miserable. Maybe even a little bit mean." Yuuji laughed now, becoming gradually more animated as he set the scene. "And when you tried to lecture me, while I was fighting that curse? Insane. I was like, 'Who the hell is this guy?'"

You covered your mouth, hiding a smile, eyes flicking between your unreadable husband, and the bubbling boy opposite him. Yuuji finished laughing, wiping his eyes and sighing into another slurp of noodles.

You placed a surreptitious hand on Kento's thigh under the table, and he barely reacted, but to tense and cross his arms. Yuuji rested his chin on one hand, eyes softening as he looked over the ant-like lights, moving in scattered formation across the city.

"But then...I realised. You just cared. I mean, really cared. About me. And if I wasn't being treated right. And if I was gonna be okay." Yuuji swallowed, his voice thickening. "And I...didn't have anyone left like that. The only person I ever did have was my grandad, and maybe he just took care of me because he had to, y'know? But you chose to. Even though I'm...I'm a monster."

You saw Kento squirm within. You knew he'd had his misgivings about Sukuna's Vessel, before Kento knew him as Yuuji. You knew the shame and guilt Kento carried for that. His shoulders ached, a pall-bearer of emotions for so many.

"And you're hilarious. Anyone can see it, really. And you're a rebel. And a protester. And you stand up for the little guy when nobody else wants to. And you don't do it to make us like you. You just...believe it's right. And don't get me wrong, I like Gojo-sensei too, but I love you."

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes and trying not to tear up on Kento's behalf. Kento remained silent, arms crossed and frowning down at his steaming coffee. Yuuji looked at you, uncertain. You gently flapped one hand; don't worry, you're alright, you're okay.

Kento eventually broke his silence, his voice gruff. He pushed his bank card across the table to Yuuji.

"Itadori-kun." Yuuji sat to attention, wide-eyed. "Go and get yourself some snacks. As much as you like. And the other students, too, if you know what they'd want."

Yuuji took the card in confusion, with both hands and a little bow, and disappeared inside the shop, the automatic doors booping behind him.

Kento stood, your hand falling off his lap, and grasped the metal railings overlooking the city, with his back to you. His shoulders were taut, stiff, occasionally hitching with emotion. You felt him, as you always had.

"...Kento? Are you alright?"

A thick swallow and a sniffle before a single gravelly, "Yeah. I'm fine, I...I'm fine."

after a tearful hug from your maid of honor, she returns to her seat so bakugou can approach the mic set up next to you and izuku’s table for his own speech, his hands in his pockets.

he clears his throat, then surprises literally nobody by starting with, “m not real big on public speaking.”

a laugh ripples through the crowd of your family and friends.

“so i’m just gonna let deku do all the talkin.”

you turn to izuku with a curious look, half expecting him to stand up, but he only shrugs in response, a divot between his brows as he shakes his head a little. there’s some rustling as bakugou withdraws his cellphone and takes a moment to scroll through it, as if hundreds of people aren’t watching him with dubious expressions.

but then, izuku’s voice crackles through the speaker. “hey, kacchan! you’re probably still on patrol, but i just...”

izuku’s voice is muffled by traffic, the wind, and his own heavy breaths as he walks through it, but even as a few words get lost to the noise, it becomes unmistakably clear that he is describing your first date.

where you ate, how you wore your hair, the way you tilted your head to show you were still listening when he started to babble — and how that only made the babbling worse.

“and i know i’m doing it again now, so i’m gonna hang up, but i just wanted to tell someone — tell you, i mean — that i think... i might’ve found the one.” his laugh is somewhere between bewildered and embarrassed. “that sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

you turn back to your husband with a slack jaw and stinging eyes. his face is vermillion, but his smile is unrestrained.

antigone was right

look who's at UA pride with his allies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Jane Austen