Love On The Brain

Love On The Brain

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Katsuki and Izuku proved that knew they were soulmates before they even got their marks. Izuku knew it couldn't be anyone BUT his Kacchan and his wrist proves it. Izuku also knows that Kacchan just gets angry sometimes. He still loves Izuku. The burns and bruises and scars across Izuku's body are just ways that Katsuki shows his love for him. He's just teaching him lessons to keep him safe in the future. Right? #2 in ShinDeku - 2/24/21
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After the war, the dust doesn't settle - it clings. Class 1-A survived, but not without fractures. Not all scars are visible. Not all pieces find their way back. And two of its strongest - Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou - seem to be drifting further from the people they were... and from each other. Izuku is taller now. Stronger. His presence cuts through a room. But his smile doesn't reach his eyes, and his warmth is distant - like he left part of himself behind in the rubble. He carries everything. Always has. But no one can reach him anymore, not really. And Katsuki? He burned too bright for too long. His confidence is hollow now, more armor than belief. He hides behind quiet quips, late-night walks, and an ever-present ache in his chest. The once ferocious boy is flickering out - the guilt and grief have stolen his roar. But in the spaces between broken routines, heavy silences, and cautious glances... something remains. A thread. Fragile. Real. Maybe they can find each other again. Maybe they can become someone new. Together. Or maybe, this is the end.

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