Two days after the sludge villain attack, Katsuki Bakugou had gone missing. After graduation, in a rescue mission, Izuku Midoriya finds his lost childhood friend in a villain base. With a lot of baggage, will Izuku find the Katsuki he once knew?

Is it easy to hate someone? Yes. Even if they're family? Hell yes. But if something happens? Not so much. ************ This is a stand-alone short story about Ash, one of the main characters in my other books. It might be weird reading this without reading the others first.

"You can't love someone unless you love yourself first. Bullshit... I've never loved myself, but you; oh, God... I love you so much..." Or The one where Lance is depressed and has everyone trying to help him. Klance because we need that gay shit Season 3 spoilers. *Trigger warning* -anxiety attacks/panic attacks -cutting -suicide attempt

Explore a new world with aliens and the torturous lives of human in harmony with music. From heartbreak to pure romance, perhaps a hint of spice to heat up your life, with your favorite alien stage characters.

I was an Honor student, and many has high expectations from me. And above all, I never liked Music. The loud mixed sounds made by the instruments that always gives me chills down my spine every time it hits my ears, I just don't like it. As an Honor student, it bothers me every time those irritating sounds play, distracting me from my peaceful study. But that changed when something happened to my brother. My brother who I adored so much. Who died because of some stupid argument. I witnessed a crying shame that winter morning. The sight of my brother who was hanging from the ceiling and his lover staring at his lifeless body, clutching his guitar until the string broke. It was a sight I could never forget. He was the one that gave me light in my darkest days. He was the one that lifted me up when I was so down. He was the one that helped me when I am in need. He was the one that fixed me up when I was in the brink of breaking down. But I paid him no mind, him and his loud music, when he was asking for help with money. I ignored him when he was failing academics. I ignored him when he was drinking his woes away. Where was I when he needed me the most? If only I were a better brother who he can rely, All of this wouldn't happen.

All of it became too much. Soon the devotion you had towards music were gone. You've cut ties with them. Every musical equipments on your house were hrown off in a vintage shop. Everything related to music, from the picture frame of the band standing on top of your study table and to the letters of encouragement from your father were somewhere hidden and to be never found and seen. Highlights were no longer together, yet all of you continued with your lives, separately. As if the band had no history. Highschool went of smoothly, you were already in your last year. You joined the art club on your first year and found a relaxing hobby to busy yourself to after school. You just knew that there wouldn't be any much of a distraction on these days. But it just seemed that it was a guess. And you were wrong. *ੈ 𖤐‧₊˚ 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲2024 ༘⋆

The Life of Takato and Junta after the original Anime had ended. It's not real. Everything was made up in my mind. I do not own any of the characters or the art. ⚠️Contains Smut⚠️ I don't mind any questions about me or the fanfic, but please leave you hate in your head and don't share it with the world. If you don't like this kind of stories, please leave. I don't own any of the characters. Thanks and have a nice day☺️ Unfinished but discontinued

" We don't talk about 𝒀𝒖𝒌𝒊. " Five words, one name that could trigger the breaking of the golden friendship you have. You didn't need to talk about the guy - your best friend - the best friend you fell in love for, the best friend that was the lover of your 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 best friend. Afterall, he was dead. He only remained painfully in your memories, mentally, but he wasn't here with you, by your side. Perhaps if the life clock wasn't so cruel, he still would have been here with you. With Shizu, Hiiragi and you. You couldn't care less about Mafuyu, maybe a little, you still cared, but you still have bad thoughts about him. But then again, you didn't care about everything now, it was all in the past. And what's kept in the past, was needed to be 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 in the past. You didn't talk about Yuki anymore and you'd like to keep it that way but 𝒉𝒆 didn't want to.

「 与えられ 」 「 it was two birds killed with one stone. and a very big stone at that. 」 started: 5.28.20 finished: 9.11.20