Izuku is quirkless. He is bullied. He is rejected. He is hated, by both his peers and himself.
One day, during an especially bad session with his (ex) best friend Bakugou Katsuki, he chases after the peaceful aftermath of death by jumping off of the top of a building. (Un)fortunately, he doesn't die. Instead, he wakes up to a dull pain in his chest, along with a collection of broken bones that magically heal themselves after a bit.
And suddenly he's not so quirkless.
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"Well shit," he groaned, groping the gaping hole in his chest. Wincing at the noticeable pain in his chest, he walks to the entrance of the alleyway, completely oblivious to the prying eyes of the pro hero Eraserhead.
"What the actual fuck?"
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Join us as we follow along a wild series of events that feature a tired (and irritated) Aizawa, a mentally-ill Bakugou, an incredibly sarcastic and depressed Izuku, a lot of simping, heartbreak, love, katsudon, and a lot more blood than most people are comfortable with.
(There's a lot more tags that I could add to this but I want to keep them a surprise. Just know there's a lot of violence and swearing in this book that is graphically depicted but not a ton of smut. I might not even add smut)
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#1 in bakudeku
#16 in tododeku
#21 in game
#86 in slow burn
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Class 1-A thinks it'd be a good idea to play a big game of truth or dare. Most of them are very competitive by nature, so you can only guess how extreme it gets.
When Izuku pushes a little to far with his childhood friend, Bakugou, their classmates call it quits and they all head to bed. As Izuku makes his way to his dorm, Bakugou stops him. He says he'll do it, because he's not a 'fucking chicken', but only if Izuku agrees to continue the game...
As the game gets more heated, so do their everyday lives. Between the seemingly constant fighting and someone with dangerous feelings towards Izuku, will the two be able to get past all of that and finally be friends... or maybe more?
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I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, but you still have to compliment me ya know. That's not going to be an easy task for you." I said with a big smile. There's no way he could do.
"Oi, shut up! I can totally do the dare, even if there isn't a whole lot of good stuff about you." He mumbled the last part. I gasped at him.
"Rude!" I exclaimed.
"Just shut up so I can think!" He growled at me. I sighed, but complied.
He thought in silence for a minute or two, just looking into my eyes. I was actually afraid he'd zoned out or maybe fallen asleep with his eyes open or something. Until he finally spoke.
"Your eyes... why are they so goddamn pretty?"
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