Baby~ | Deku x BNHA Boys

MINE.

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Ship: Katsuki  x Izuku

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A new girl from their sister village named Uraraka Ochaco gets a little too close for comfort to Katsuki for Izuku, flaunting her assets and showing how spoiled the girl is.

Izuku is filled with dangerous, burning hate for the girl, and her father seems to have the same hate for him, after threatening his precious little flower, Ochaco, with the courting dagger Katsuki gave him.

Izuku decided to play nice and maybe...

take care of his problem...

includes: Yandere Deku, Supportive Boyfriend Bakugou, Fantasy setting (leaning towards Vikings), murder, off-screen death, major gore & violence, this thread is heavy & very Gorey, mild torture scene(?) (I didn't write it in a torture scene way, but it can be seen that way)

you have been warned. feel free to skip if needed. 

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It was that time of year; it seems, Izuku thinks, running his daggers over the whetstone. The small teen, hardly fourteen, sits on the ground, ignoring the hearty cheers of his and their sister village gathered around the great fire, hips swaying and wooden mugs filled to the brim with mead handmade by the men of Izuku's village.

The village chief, a burly, rambunctious man with long, wavy brown locks braided and held in a warrior bun, tribal beads, and gold clasps hold the man's hair in place as he and his chief, Masaru, sway to the beating of the drums. The chief's daughter of the sister tribe, Ochaco, laughs and tries to coax Katsuki, his village chief's son, to dance with her, seeing Chimon, the girl's father, was most likely going to strike a deal with Masaru to have their children wed, to strengthen the bonds of their tribes.

Izuku wipes his dagger down with a cloth, watching the light of the flames blink and flash off the dagger's sharpened blade. Izuku's cold, green eyes look over to see Ochaco pout, chubby cheeks puffing up, arms coiled by her sides, puny fists shaking in anger as her face heats. Izuku looks over to see Katsuki completely ignoring the girl, sipping dragonfruit juice with a gaze of indifference.

Ochaco seems to give up, turning around and locking eyes with Izuku, who sits outside the festivities, long, bottle green curls pulled up in a warrior's bun, similar to the girl's father. Izuku wears no shirt or necklaces, scars clear on his muscled torso after hunting alone when he was twelve and ambushed by two large dire wolves.

Those wolves lay in his nest, their skinned furs keeping him warm at night.

Ochaco's eyes light up, chocolate orbs glowing under the fire as she fluffs out her white dress, skipping to Izuku, who goes back to cleaning and prepping his daggers for future use. Ochaco smiles above him, but Izuku doesn't give her anything, dragging another dagger that Katsuki had given him (as a courting gift at age eight, and Izuku took it with pride, giving Katsuki a sweet kiss on the cheek. They'd been dating ever since, but of course, nobody knows.)

The girl who stood next to him, basically hovering over him, huffed and wrenched the dagger out of his hands, making him growl. "What's this? It's pretty! Can I have it?" The girl asked, marveling at the dagger's beauty, hilt hand-carved by Katsuki from a wyvern's tooth, bolts of lightning carved into the hilt, painted over with different shades of red and sealed with magic.

Izuku stood, easily towering over the girl by a few inches, glowing green eyes glaring down at her, wrenching the gift out of her hands, spinning it before it stopped right next to her neck, near a vital artery. Ochaco froze, body going rigid, too spoiled to know what not to touch.