*Mini Story!* This story takes place in the 'Safe Space' timeline! __________________________________________ "Izuku---" The freckled boy continues to rifle through Katsuki's bag, completely cowed when he finds about five more. He promptly discards them into a nearby trash bin, despite Katsuki's pitiful little protests. The blonde pouts as he peers down into the bag and back up to look Shouto in the face, hoping that he'd say something as Izuku continues his fussing. "Izuku. That wasn't necessary." He speaks up, ruffling Katsuki's hair in an attempt to cheer him up. Izuku turns on him in a heartbeat. "Don't patronize me!" "I'm not patronizing you; he really wanted those." The greenette sputters, bristling at the older boy with seething distaste. Who in the hell hands out CANDIED BELL PEPPERS as Halloween treats?! or, Shouto and his friends take their baby trick or treating.

"We don't know what you mean." Izuku says, mirthful beyond Shouto's curious eyes. Katsuki giggles again and Shouto can't help the way his lips twitch into a fond smile. He rolls his eyes, arms folded over his chest as he obediently stands just outside of the curtain. "Really? You make it fairly hard to believe you when you use that tone, you know." "What tone?" "That one---the one you're using right this second." ________________________________ Todoroki Shouto isn't too keen on birthdays. Or, he wasn't, until Katsuki and Izuku came along.

Blue Exorcist AU Warning: Mpreg. Sexual content. Non-con elements. Drug use. Mental illness. Extreme violence. Mentions of abuse. Ryuji Suguro is a heart throb for the ladies of True Cross University. The young quarterback had what seemed like the perfect life. Money. Cars. Women. Not to mention he was smart as hell! Sadly, Rin Okumura had none of those. He even sucked in school. No matter how hard he tried, life always handed him crap. Until he makes an unlikely friend out of Ryuji.

Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.

(More chapters added) Bakugou is thirsty for blood after he gets hurt during a 2v2 mock battle and it seems like Todoroki is the only one able to tame him. Or, Katsuki is throwing a temper tantrum and Shouto has to remind him to play nice. *WARNING* This is a Cg/L story ft. Little Bakugou and Daddy Todoroki. But if you don't like it then don't fuckin' read, thanks.

"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.

Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a future hero. It could be the oddly shocking new knowledge that the explosive teen is working a part-time at some no-name diner against the rules of U.A's hero course. But he's willing to bet it's everything to do with that skimpy little uniform he's wearing. or, Iida pines over our favorite blasty boy and is actually really bad at taking hints.

*Safe Space Sequel* "Is that what you want? To destroy this family?" Does Enji really have the gall to ask something like that when he's the one who's always torn their family apart? He's the reason Shouto's lost his big brother long ago. He's the reason that his mother soon followed. He's the reason why he had to runaway with Katsuki---to choose to not be apart of such a disaster and be happy with the one he loves. How could Enji look him in the eyes and tell him that choosing his own happiness is what has torn their family apart even as someone else lays there in Enji's bed---in the exact spot where his mother used to lay? "There really isn't any hope for you, is there? You're going to die a monster." ------------------------------ The most difficult decision of Shouto's life has turned out to be the best one he's ever made and even though he knows that it won't be easy, he's got entirely too much at stake to turn back now.