Katsuki had always had Kariage, they'd been together for longer than he could imagine. They were perfect together. Kariage's family, however, were not perfect. They were far from it. So when they're finally removed from the picture, Katsuki finds them being torn apart as the boy is taken into foster care. If only he could be adopted by someone trustworthy. Someone hero like. Someone who was close enough for them to reunite again. But finding someone like that would be impossible, right? [contains: foul language and angst]

Bakugo is hit by a quirk which supposedly reverts your mentality, memories and physical state to the time where it was at its worst. I think it's safe to say everyone is shocked and confused. Aizawa just needs a nap. Meanwhile, someone thinks they're done waiting, it's time to take advantage of a situation. -------- [[Check my account if ur interested in the rewritten version im finally working on lmao]] ------- This book deals with serious topics like; _____________________ » kidnapping, abuse, experimentation » manipulation and gaslighting » PTSD and flashbacks » Discrimination against Quirks and neurodivergency » Trauma and recovery ------------------------------------ |×| Warnings will be put at the start of every chapter |×| !! This book is so fucking old at this point, so be ready for a drastic change of writing style between chapters 1 and chapters 7. Can't believe it's been like a yr since I've last updated this thing and it's still one of the top fics in some of the tags💀 help

Katsuki Bakugou. The hero student that no one rooted for. The hero student that no one cheered for. The hero student who gave up. The one that disappeared one night. No matter how hard the heroes searched, they never found him. Where was he? 『 "Back to the city, now?" "Of course, dumbass. Where else would I go?" 』 [contains: offensive racial slurs, foul language, suicide baits, self depreciation and angst] - 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 -

Tomura was a gamer. Always was and always would be. But what came with gaming was online acquaintances and friends, Socializing, basically. Today, Tomura found out two things, one being that he could, in fact, socialize like a decent person. The other? Well, the other thing he found out was a definite surprise. [contains: foul language]

Being someone's emergency contact was something not many people had to deal with, they were rarely called upon. That was not the case with Katsuki. [contains: foul language & light angst]

Katsuki made it look like everything was okay, that everything was just fine. But that bright blue sweatshirt he'd accidently left in the locker room? he needed that. He wasn't okay without it. And it wasn't even his. [contains: foul language and slight angst]

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Nineteen. Katsuki counts nineteen candles. His body no longer does his bidding, heavy with fatigue and the pain in his joints. His eyes flicker from the cake---chocolate, like always---to look Brother in the eyes but even his presence there feels lukewarm. Brother looks like he's in pain, but it's a bit hard to tell in the pale glow of the moonlight. "D-Do you think...that a rose bush is gonna grow out of me?" He croaks, voice rough and gravelly. Brother doesn't seem to understand so he laughs, though it doesn't sound very happy to Katsuki's ears. "Why would a rose bush grow out of you, little brother?" Katsuki's throat hurts so bad, it feels like he's swallowed sandpaper. It's dry and scratchy and almost makes it hard to breathe. It takes him a moment before he's able to find his voice again. "Tomura...I want to go to the better place, please." ------------------------------------------- This is a DabiBaku omegaverse fic! That's it. That's the only context you get lol. Please read the note at the beginning of the prologue! Thank you. oh and BIG angst/trigger warning for mentions of death & suicidal tendencies. Proceed with caution.

"Don't look like that. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?" A plastic red cup is being shoved into his hand and Katsuki is overcome with the desire to splash whatever contents are inside into Shouto's stupid hair. Being stepped on and trampled over by drunk and horny college students is not fun. "I'm fuckin' astounded that you honestly consider this fun." "If you'd just stop bitching for ten minutes and try to enjoy yourself, it might not be so bad," Shouto counters, waving down the barkeep to get a refill. "Fuckin' waste of time is what it is." "Compared to what? Sitting in our apartment stress eating and crying over your absolute twat of an ex-boyfriend all day?" "Fuck you." He glances down into the cup he'd been babysitting to see something dark and sweet, promises of a blackout and a hangover staring back at him. "What even is this shit?" "Hopefully something that'll get you to fucking relax. You've been on my nerves all week with this shit." "It's only tuesday, you fuck." "My point exactly." "Fuck you." Or, Katsuki's best friend abandons him at a night club in hopes to get him over a bad breakup.

It had always been the three of them. Brothers in all but blood. They didn't share the same kin name, but they were more of a family than any blood related one could be. Tomura Shigaraki; he was determined to be the best leader and keep his brothers away from danger. He would stop at nothing to protect them, his cherished ones. Tomura made sure they were safe. Hitoshi Shinsou; being the middle child is always stereotyped as ignored and untrustworthy, but he was fine. He was held to no stereotypes. He could take care of his brothers in a way that worked, he could keep them well and strong. Hitoshi made sure that they kept moving forward. Katsuki Bakugou; the youngest, and despite that, the one with the strongest will to survive. He would surpass all expectations and goals to keep him and his brothers alive. Katsuki made sure that they would survive. They were three of a kind, bound not by water of the womb, but by everything else. [contains: foul language, violence, gore, drug trafficking, and abuse]

Katsuki Bakugou is an angel, he got assigned to become the keeper of the Seven Deadly Sins. What is he supposed to do when they all fall in love with him? How can he fight off their constant confessions? Is his job at risk for breaking the first rule he was given? Don't fall in Love.