mha sick fics (angst)

⭐Dove (bakudeku)⭐

Post manga ending (SPOILERS)
Bakudeku but so healthy and basically I changed Bakugo's personality sort of but not realllyyyy but also like the personality is kind of like the spoilers as well so like
END OF MHA SPOILERS
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
soft domestic Bakugo has my heart btw waggggughhh

also no relationship buildup it just happens. All those ending manga panels were ENOUGH buildup. Here we are:

tw: nightmare, panic attacks/PTSD, arguing, vomiting (just once, non descriptive), tooth rotting fluff, also a little more risque/suggestive content but not in a way I think would make it unsuitable for my usual audience so read away noble citizens, read away.

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"Can you just shut up!?" Izuku shouted, his hands going up to his hair in frustration.

Bakugo immediately stopped talking.

They had been talking about their favorite heroes while they were running their daily route along the trails just off of campus. They did this everyday and watched the sunset at the end of the trail. The trees were thin around them and soft with autumn colors under a fading sky. The ground was paved, accessible to bikes, a couple of which had passed them earlier.

Izuku slowed down now, grabbing his chest and breathing heavily.

He has tried so hard to keep up with his fitness, but the gap between him and his Pro-Hero friends had never been clearer. It was more than obvious who stood in a classroom all day and got skinny with stress and who was out strengthening their body and mind all day saving lives on the field.

Bakugo slowed down as Izuku came to a stop, doubled over in the middle of the trail.

"Woah, hey are you okay?" Bakugo asked, strangely calm. He'd been so strange the past few weeks. Calm, cool, collected. Nice. Affectionate even.

"What is wrong with you!?" Izuku asked defensively, standing up to glare at Bakugo.

"What do you-" Bakugo began, his face knitted in confusion.

"Why are you being so nice?" Izuku asked, still breathing heavily. He couldn't catch his breath.

Bakugo faltered.

"Don't waste your time feeling sorry for me. I don't want your pity." Izuku spat, some of the frustration with the ending of his story finally spilling out. He held it together for so long. For the sake of everyone else.

He didn't cry when he lost his quirk.
He didn't cry when all his friends got to be heroes.
He didn't cry when people slowly forgot about him and everything he had worked for.

He delt with it.

He hated the pity from the people who were with him through it all.

He hated all the people tip-toeing around him like he was a shattered window still standing, but ready to fall apart, when really he just needed someone to let him fall apart and take the time to put him back together again. He knew he wouldn't be able to put himself back together again, so for some reason he had been holding out.

Now he just felt ready to give up.

"What is wrong with you?" Izuku repeated, breaking the silence with the same harsh question.

"I just- I don't know." Bakugo said awkwardly, moving a hand to rub the back of his neck. It was unnatural for him. He was wearing a black tank top and black sweatpants with his running shoes. It was just them on the trail.

"Why do you invite me on these runs?" Izuku asked.

Bakugo took a deep breath before speaking, "I miss you."