Dear Future-Zuku: Chapter 3 is Up!

“A-ah?” the younger boy quietly exclaims in surprise. Had I said that all out loud?

“You weren’t that noisy. Just caught some words here and there between mumbling.” The other boy turns subtly, looking at Izuku fully this time. “Usually, it’s Bakugou who’s able to decipher all your muttering.” He lowers his voice, no doubt to prevent their explosive friend from overhearing. "He's a pro at it. Sometimes we call him the Deku Whisperer."

Despite himself and the red that begins to warm his cheeks, the freckled boy laughs softly. It's silent for a moment, his mind whirring with thoughts and things he's afraid to say,

“Is he… my rival?” Izuku asks gently. He can feel their teacher’s eyes, the way that Hizashi-sensei notices that they’re talking, but opts not to say anything in a knowing sort of way. He can’t help but wonder, even after all that had happened yesterday, if they were just… that. If he was just powerful but also still Deku, so obviously he would be the only one to piss Katsuki off enough to get him to fight harder. It’s a reach, he knows, but you can’t blame him. Not when he still doesn’t know all the why's, how's, and in-betweens of what made future Kacchan and Deku tick.

At the question, Sero considers a little. He hums shortly, deciding how to answer the question that no doubt was deeper than it appears at surface level. “He is. But he’s also... more. To you at least, he is so much more.”

Izuku gnaws at his lower lip at that answer. Vague. Like everything so far. People from the future really like speaking in attention-catching riddles, huh?

“Are we…” the freckled boy corrects himself. “--Do we both ever go back to being friends?”

The black-haired boy cants his head, huffing a small laugh. The beats in between his reply can’t help but worry Izuku, making him shift in his seat because he doesn’t know if that means it’s a laughable yes, or a no with complications behind it. It’s weird how everything feels dizzy and strange in this new future, but Izuku can’t help but want to share it with Kacchan nevertheless. A fool's dream, he knows, but Izuku was never ashamed of being one.

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somewhere in between (bkdk drabble)

(for the bed-sharing and fake dating prompts on the post where i asked for cliche prompts to turn into prose :D @tired-and-clumsy @theyeeyeetbois​ @merwholockian-404)

When Katsuki dreams, he walks the line between bliss and heartbreak.

He walks it like he walks down the familiar streets of Musutafu at night, walks it like he walks the halls of UA years after he’s graduated, walks it like he walks everywhere.

He walks it like he owns it.

say amen (bkdk drabble)

(a little drabble based off of one of my favorite posts that ive ever made)

Katsuki’s not a religious man.

Yeah, okay, he believes in deities and goes to temples, the blond will admit that much. The existence of a higher power isn’t really that far from the realms of possibility when he regularly interacts with people who have the head of a bird or engines for legs. He celebrates the holidays, and on days where he’s feeling especially magnanimous, Katsuki even buys temple charms and sends out a quick prayer to whoever might be listening.

But he isn’t religious.

He doesn’t like feeling like he’s indebted to someone. That somehow, somewhere, there is someone Katsuki should be grateful to for giving him all his successes. He worked hard to get where he is now all by himself, thank you very much. The idea that everything is somehow predetermined or controlled by someone he can’t even see is one that makes the blond break out into hives.

A man with any dignity such as Katsuki’s is too proud to kneel to any god.

But then again… Izuku Midoriya is no such god.