a story written with so much love

myherotober day 4: monster

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MHA 10th anniversary color illustration (HQ)

mha put sports in ur school

Ultra Impact Summer Festival memories - 2024

Themmmmm

7th popularity poll artwork

fireman x fireman!

kirishima, shinsou, and iida for @kingstrawberry as a little thanks for matching my donations to Gazan gofundmes!

Kiwi

i tried watching the 1st movie and i couldn't move on from the very ridiculous premises of how half of class 1A made it to that island, my point is that there's no way that deku doesn't know about bakugo's summer plans, so this is what i imagine went down a week before the movie takes place

Traditional art for this one!

I missed drawing with pencil and ink, aww💕

Close ups with tools eheh

By KiriBakuHappiness

"How do you do it?"

"Eh?" Katsuki's sharp eyes flick up from his homework. He scowls across the table at Eijirou, whose pen has stopped moving as he stares down at his half-filled assignment and refuses to catch gazes with him. "Do what?"

"How do you..." Eijirou pauses, falters. His impulsive confidence to bring this topic up is wavering, diminishing, dissolving along with the deflation of his shoulders, causing the pout of his lip to become more pronounced, the furrow in his brow more unsettling and concerning the deeper it gets.

Katsuki's leg stretches out to kick him in the shin under the table. "Eh? Speak up fucker, 'fore I fall asleep over here."

This wasn't the right thing to say.

Katsuki can never seem to find the right things to say - can never accurately gauge the severity of a situation or the importance of a conversation until it's already far too late to try and reel it back in.

Eijirou's shoulders tense, fingers clenching hard onto his pen. He gives a shake of his head. It's lackluster and defeated, it feels exhausted and downtrodden.

It makes Katsuki's chest tighten with unacknowledged agitation.

"Nevermind," Eijirou mumbles through tight lips while he hunkers further down over his paper, as if Katsuki could really just ignore this entire interaction and pretend that it never happened, even if he wanted to.

"Don't make me beat it out of you," Katsuki warns him with a dangerous squint of his eyes. "How do I do what?"

Eijirou sighs as he slowly puts his pen down, and it's a horrible sound. It's heavy and bleak, like a dark rain cloud. It drags on for too long, like the endless stretch of the brutal sea surrounding a stranded lifeboat.

It's out of character, and oppressive, and Katsuki's already wound up tight enough to beat the shit out of whatever or whoever made Eijirou sound like that - buzzing with stalled anticipation because he has no idea what the cause is and no defined target to direct his indignation at for its presence.

"How do you..." Eijirou starts again, quieter this time, hesitant and slow. He still hasn't looked up from his homework, and Katsuki's patience is starting to wear thin. "How do you keep... going?"

Katsuki blinks across the table at him. A second passes between them in silence, followed by another, and Katsuki's thoughts are racing as he absentmindedly twirls his own pen around in his fingers because this feels serious - this feels important - and he can't afford to say the wrong things. Not this time.

"Going how?" he asks instead, assignment abandoned, eyes forward, entirely focused.

"Going... just going!" Eijirou releases a sudden bout of pent up aggression, flinging a frustrated hand up in the air and now he's glaring across the table, bright red eyes glisten with unshed tears, and Katsuki stiffens at the very sight of them. "You get kidnapped by villains for days and you come back and you just keep going! You fail to get your provisional license and you sign up for supplementary classes and you just keep going! You fight with Midoriya and get several days worth of suspension and you just keep going! It's like the world throws up all these heavy brick walls and you just blast your way through them and keep going without ever looking back! How do you-"

Eijirou falters again, blinks hard and the stagnant tears roll one, then two, down his cheeks. His jaw tightens - clenches like he can't believe he's just gone on such a tyrant like that - ducks his head back down to his work as though to hide what Katsuki has already seen, before he finally whispers, "How do you do it, man?"

Katsuki sucks his cheek in between his teeth, chews thoughtfully as he appraises Eijirou's bent head. This is much deeper than anything they've talked about before - much deeper than anything Katsuki has ever wanted to openly discuss with anyone - but the urge to help is too powerful to ignore.

This isn't Deku demanding to be let in when Katsuki's already promptly sealed the gate and locked up all the doors. This isn't Kaminari insisting to be told what girls Katsuki thinks are cute, or what guys he thinks are handsome, or whatever else it is he goes on about sometimes in the common area or at Lunch Rush. This isn't All Might trying to dig around in his head and find the part of him that can be satiated with being only second best, and this isn't Todoroki making blunt statements that balance precariously on a misguided hunch, and this isn't just some rando trying to garner tips on how to speedrun through what Katsuki has already been forced to trudge along with at a snail's pace whether he wanted to slow down for it or not.

This was Kirishima. This was Eijirou. His friend. His best friend. Someone who has continually proven time and time again how much he has come to mean to him, how far out of his way he would go to protect him, the kinds of things he would do in order to be there for him.

Katsuki wants to say the right things. So he thinks a little longer about it, gives Eijirou the time to properly pull himself back together, to wipe at his teary eyes and sniffle another horrible sound. He waits until Eijirou is ready to hear what he has to say, waits until the other boy can't take the silence anymore and peers up at him uncertainly through his vibrant bangs, before he finally opens his mouth.

"What else is there for me to do?" he asks rhetorically, struggling to contain the familiar bitterness in his voice that threatens to seep out.

"Give up? Roll over and admit defeat? Cry about how difficult it all is? Come to terms with the fact that all of my ambitions - that this clear objective that I've had for my future since I was a snot-nosed little shit - was just some childish dream? That I'm just an average nobody with a fancy quirk and delusions of grandeur?

"Like I haven't already thought about all that shit before. But what's the fucking alternative? To train less because what's the point? To settle for being mediocre, at best? To fade away into obscurity and let them win? It's not about whether I actually make it to the number one hero spot, it's about the fact that I know I can be fucking great.

"I don't 'keep going' because I want to, or because it's easy, but because I can't just let all of my hard work up until this point be for fucking nothing. I may have let lots of other people down in the past but I refuse to let myself down as well. I 'keep going' because I need to.

"I keep going because who's gonna fucking stop me?"

I rewatched BNHA a fourth time someone save me

future wife, holding our newborn son: isn’t he just the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen?

me, thinking of Kirishima Eijirou: uhhh yeah he’s definitely up there

@ horikoshi where the fuck is my 3 hour long kiribaku movie. 

throwback to this post i made like a year ago when i basically predicted bnha: two heroes gghfkgdjkdksg

YO WHAT THE FUCK