Do You Ever Become Obsessed With A Character And You Just Go "of Fucking Course Its That One" At Yourself

sneak peak at a fic i'm writing !

inspired by the fact that I just want to write something where Katsuki has piercings and every freaking time I start to write one... somehow the piercings get removed... or I just don't know how to add them without saying

HEY UA! BAKUGO KATSUKI HAS piercings.

and thats not the exact ~vibe~ i'm going for.

so this is my attempt so far. (it doesnt even get to the part where they are mentioned, smh)

i give most of my fics 'code names' while writing them and then decide on the name at the end, so for now this is: pierce. obvi somethings will probably be changed when i'm done with the fic.

enjoy :)

The slam of a door reverberated through the entire dorm, shaking walls and rattling picture frames. 

Every head in the common room turned toward the source, but they didn’t need to see who it was to know. Only one member of Class 1-A possessed the strength—and sheer rage—to shake the whole damn building.

Kirishima glanced up from the couch, a knowing smirk already forming. 

“Mido, looks like you’re up,” he said, his voice laced with amused sympathy.

Izuku let out a groan that was equal parts exhaustion and resignation, dragging a hand down his face. 

Ever since he and Katsuki had worked out their… extensive history and rekindled a somewhat volatile but undeniable friendship, the rest of Class 1-A had taken to calling him the “Katsuki Whisperer.” 

The nickname stuck like super glue. 

And while Izuku secretly found a strange pride in his ability to calm the explosive blonde, it also meant he got stuck with handling him whenever the grenade went live.

Case in point: Katsuki had apparently gone nuclear. Again.

“I dunno, Kiri,” Izuku muttered. “I don’t think I can do much this time.”

“You’ve got the magic touch!” Mina chirped from across the room, grinning over her can of soda. “Just give him that voice. You know, the soft one.”

“Yeah, the calming one,” Kirishima added, his grin widening.

Izuku groaned again, louder this time. He could already feel the heat rising to his face.

The faint but unmistakable sound of blaring music began filtering down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Izuku’s shoulders tensed as he recognized the song.

“♫ EVERYTHING IS FUCKED, EVERYBODY SUCKS. YOU DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT YOU WANNA JUSTIFY RIPPIN’ SOMEONE’S HEAD OFF ♫”

“Yeah… definitely not going up there,” Izuku shouted over the sudden blast of Break Stuff.

“Oh, come on, Mido! He wouldn’t actually rip your head off!” Kirishima said, though his words lacked any real conviction.

“♫ NO HUMAN CONTACT, AND IF YOU INTERACT, YOUR LIFE IS ON CONTRACT ♫”

“Not helping!” Izuku snapped.

“♫ YOUR BEST BET IS TO STAY AWAY, MOTHERFUCKER! ♫”

The chorus hit like an explosion, and Izuku couldn’t help but cringe. 

If that song was playing, Katsuki was definitely in a mood. There wasn’t a chance in hell anyone was talking him down—not without risking life, limb, and possibly the structural integrity of Heights Alliance.

“Come on!” Mina pressed. She cupped her hands around her mouth and affected a dramatic falsetto. “Just hit him with the classic Hey, Kacchan~ If you don’t explode Heights Alliance, I’ll give you a big fat wet ki—”

Blackwhip shot out of Izuku faster than a lightning bolt, clamping over Mina’s mouth before she could finish.

“Don’t even say it!” Izuku yelped, his face and ears turning a mortified shade of pink. He shot a glare at the fifth user in his head. Thanks for the reflexes, really.

Mina pried the tendrils off her mouth, laughing so hard she had to grip the couch for balance. “Oh, come on, you’re blushing! That’s adorable! You know it works.”

“It’s not—it’s not like that!” Izuku stammered, his voice rising an octave as he flailed his arms in protest. “And even if it was—which it isn’t—it wouldn’t work this time.”

“Why not?” Kirishima asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “You’re the Katsuki Whisperer, man! What could he be that mad about?”

Izuku sighed heavily, glancing toward the stairwell. He could tell them, but… nah. 

Some truths were better kept under wraps. Especially because he didn’t want Katsuki to find out he was the one who let the cat out of the bag.

Deku “my legs moved on their own” Midoriya and Kacchan “can I still catch up to you” Bakugou

local writer reads comments lying on bed like school girl kicking her feet and giggling

I literally find this shit to be the funniest thing ever.

code: fish

the final sneak peak at the fics i'm working on rn! Vote on my other post for which fic you want me to focus on!

This is gonna be a longer oneshot and will go into darker themes/have graphic depictions of violence.

Deku!

The shout pierced the dense fog clouding Katsuki’s mind. His head throbbed, the sound ricocheting in his skull like a hammer against steel. He groaned low, the weight of his consciousness dragging him down as if he were swimming in tar.

“Tch. Looks like he’s finally awake,” a low, gravelly voice muttered somewhere to his right.

Where the hell am I? Katsuki’s head lolled slightly to the side, the blindfold pressing uncomfortably against his temple. His body felt leaden, like every muscle had been wrung out and left to rot. His wrists stung against the bite of cold metal cuffs, the ache deep and dull.

Then it hit him. The training camp. The League of Villains. And his own goddamned failure. He’d let himself get taken—kidnapped—like some weak-ass extra.

Fuck.

A white-hot wave of anger flared in his chest, threatening to swallow him whole. How the hell had he been so careless? He clenched his teeth, forcing the self-loathing down before it could spiral. Get your fucking head in the game. You’re Bakugo Katsuki. You don’t lose to these bastards.

The room was silent, save for the faint hum of electricity in the air. The kind of silence that wasn’t really silent—the distant groan of pipes, the shuffle of boots on concrete, the faint drip-drip-drip of water somewhere behind him. Katsuki focused on it, letting the rhythm ground him as his mind clawed its way through the haze.

“Oh no! He’s asleep!” The same voice now pitched unnaturally high, broke the quiet. It grated, like nails on a chalkboard.

What the fuck? Katsuki frowned beneath the blindfold. What the hell is this guy on?

He tried to lift his head, but it felt like someone had poured molten lead into his skull. His limbs were heavy, the ache settling into his bones. The restraints dug into his wrists as he gave an experimental tug. No give. Perfect.

“Dabi, release his restraints,” another voice rasped. It was scratchy like its owner had swallowed gravel, but calm—too calm, like someone who could slit your throat without blinking.

There was a shuffle of movement, boots scuffing against the floor, followed by a lazy, “Huh?”

A beat of silence, then Dabi spoke again. “This guy’s gonna fight, you know.”

Damn straight. Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to stay still, to listen, to think.

“It’s fine. We need to treat him like an equal since we’re scouting him.”

Scouting? Katsuki’s breath hitched, and the fog in his brain cleared in an instant. The fuck do they mean, scouting me?

“Besides, you can tell if you’ll win or not if you fight in this situation, right, U.A. student?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened, his pulse roaring in his ears. I always fucking win.

The mantra was sharp, a jagged edge he clung to as a lifeline. But the familiar, acidic voice in the back of his mind—the one that always whispered when things got too quiet—was already stirring. Win at what? You're barely holding it together. You’re not worth more than the trash these guys probably dragged you through.

Focus. Katsuki forced the thought away, burying it deep under a layer of practiced anger. He inhaled, long and slow, forcing his senses to sharpen. There were at least three of them—the gravelly voice, the low one, Dabi, and that screechy idiot who was already on Katsuki’s nerves and would probably be the first to go down.

“Twice, you do it,” Dabi, ordered.

“What, me? No way!” The shrill voice, Twice, protested with the energy of someone who talked just to fill silence.

“Do it,” Dabi didn’t snap, not exactly, but the weight in his voice made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to argue.

Katsuki counted the bodies in the room again. Three. Maybe more. This isn’t shit. Easy, right? He bit the inside of his cheek, the copper tang grounding him in reality.

“Man…” Twice mumbled as he shuffled closer. Katsuki tracked his movements, the sound of his boots on concrete reverberating faintly. If these restraints were anything but metal, he’d already be halfway through this idiot and on to the next. But these bastards weren’t completely brain-dead.

And then, from across the room, a new voice spoke—smooth, unsettlingly polite, and entirely out of place in this grimy pit.

“I apologize for using such forceful methods,” the voice said, measured and composed, each word as deliberate as a knife being drawn. “But please understand, we are not just a mob trying to commit petty crimes. We didn’t kidnap you by accident.”

Katsuki’s head snapped toward the sound, or as much as it could with the weight of exhaustion pulling at him. He barely had time to process the words before Twice was in his space, close enough that Katsuki could hear the rustle of fabric and feel the faintest hint of body heat.

The blindfold ripped away, dragging a few strands of hair with it. Katsuki bit back any wince, keeping his expression flat and defiant. Pain was a distraction. And now? Now he had visuals.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and what he saw didn’t improve his mood. Twice stood in front of him, looking like someone who had either wandered out of a BDSM convention or decided to cosplay as a half-assed, monochrome Spider-Man. Black and gray leotard, face fully obscured. No identifying features there.

Katsuki’s gaze darted past him, cataloging the room with a precision born of combat. An emo, a goddamn lizard, some dude with fish-lips, a schoolgirl, a creepy magician wannabe… and that bastard Shigaraki.

His stomach turned. Definitely way more than three villains.

Twice crouched at his feet, his gloved hands fumbling with the restraints. Katsuki’s fingers twitched, the instinct to lash out barely restrained by the knowledge that it’d accomplish nothing in this moment.

What would All Might do?

Across the room, Shigaraki straightened, his silhouette a shadowy smear against the faint glow of a flickering light bulb. The stupid hand mask perched on his face like a trophy of bad decisions.

“Even though our situations differ,” Shigaraki began, his voice scratchy yet calm, his words soaked in barely restrained disdain, “everyone here has been restricted. Suffered. Because of people… rules… and heroes.”

He moved closer, slow and deliberate, each step deliberate like he was daring Katsuki to react. The sound of his boots echoed, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

Good. Now come closer, asshole. I dare you.

Twice knelt at Katsuki’s feet, his gloved hands fumbling with the last restraint. His muttering was an incessant hum, words blending together into nonsense Katsuki didn’t bother to decipher. Every muscle in Katsuki’s body coiled tight, ready to spring the moment he had even an inch of freedom. The final shackle clattered to the floor, the sound bouncing off the cold, damp walls.

“I’m sure you also–”

Twice barely had time to blink before Katsuki’s foot connected with his face. The impact was sharp, a satisfying crack that sent the masked villain sprawling. Katsuki didn’t hesitate, launching himself backward to create space as the chair he’d been strapped to crashed against the wall with a deafening clatter.

The room erupted in chaos.

Twice groaned on the ground, clutching his face, his voice muffled behind the mask. Katsuki’s red eyes darted toward Shigaraki, who flinched, his skeletal fingers twitching with anticipation. 

But Katsuki wasn’t close enough yet, dammit.

Next time.

The high-pitched whining from Twice was already drilling into Katsuki’s skull, fueling his simmering rage. He didn’t even think—he charged. His right fist was cocked back, and with what little sweat he could muster from his battered body, he ignited an explosion that rattled the room.

Twice slammed into the brick wall with a sickening thud, his groan echoing through the haze of smoke and debris. Somewhere behind him, Shigaraki staggered, the force of the blast knocking the hand-mask clean off his face. Katsuki caught the flicker of disbelief in Shigaraki’s dull eyes as they landed on the mask lying pathetically on the floor.

“Shigaraki!” A voice shouted, sharp with alarm. Katsuki couldn’t tell who it was, nor did he care.

He straightened, his stance radiating defiance as he slipped effortlessly into his tough-guy persona. His chest heaved, every muscle in his body thrumming with adrenaline. His trademark scowl deepened, the edges of his lips curling into that feral grin he’d practiced a hundred times over—the one he could never get to look like All Mights.

“I listened to your endless, pointless talking,” he spat, his voice low and venomous. 

He made a show of wiping dust from his cheek, his eyes narrowing into slits as he fixed his glare on the group of villains. “Idiots like you can’t get to the point, so you talk and talk. Basically, you mean ‘We wanna harass people, so please join us,’ right?”

He sneered, letting his words hang in the air as he took a slow step forward, daring them to react.

“Don’t bother.”

The group tensed, their varied expressions ranging from anger to incredulity. Katsuki could feel their hesitation, their uncertainty. It only made his grin widen, even if it didn’t have the same gleaming optimism as All Might’s.

“I want to win like All Might,” he declared, his voice rising with an unshakable conviction that burned in his chest. “No matter what anyone says, that will never fucking change!”

He spat the words with venom, his feral grin twisting into something more vicious. Katsuki stood his ground, daring any one of them to take the first step. His heart pounded, the weight of his declaration settling over the room like a storm.

Bring it.

we love support course deku :)

support course! au grrr

i just love bakugo with piercings :)

i’ve been in an art slump for a while now.. so here’s an old work in progress.

genuinely curious, who’s your fav mha character?

me with the 50 bajilion google docs I have