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Day 5 - Memory loss

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Bakugou Katsuk x Izuku Midoriya

Rating: T

Tags: Old married men in love, 800 words

Age 60

The morning sun creeps through pale curtains, spilling across the floor. Bakugou watches Izuku stir awake in their bed, the frown already tugging at his brows before consciousness even settles.

“Where am I?” Izuku whispers.

Bakugou swallows. “Home. You’re safe.”

A pause, “…Do I know you?”

It’s been twenty nine days since the last spark of recognition. Bakugou forces a breath through his nose and nods, even if it stings. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I’m your husband, dumbass.”

There’s something flickering in Izuku’s eyes. Guilt? He looks around the room like it’s a museum exhibit. There’s a wall of photos. A desk cluttered with journals. Sticky notes lining the doorway. Bright, hopeful. Desperate. And then there’s the one by his bed, in green ink. 

If you don’t remember, ask Katsuki. He’ll help.

Age 24

“You’ve been writing things down more,” Bakugou mutters, plucking the notebook off the nightstand. “You’re twenty-four, nerd. You really need a grocery list just to remember eggs?”

Midoriya blushes, tugging the blanket up to his chin. “My head’s just… busy.”

Bakugou reads the entry.

Lunch with Iida at 1pmText Mom backBakugou likes black coffee now! don’t forget.

“Damn right I do,” Bakugou mutters, tossing the book back into the sheets. He ruffles green curls and grins when Midoriya bats his hand away, flustered and smiling.

Age 51

“Can I go outside?” Izuku asks quietly.

Bakugou lifts his gaze from the journal, heart tight. “Not without me. You got lost last time.”

Izuku’s brows furrow. “I did?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou says, softer. “You did.”

There’s a flicker of frustration, the kind that makes Izuku rub his temple.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Bakugou reaches for his hand, grounding him. “I’d rather find you a hundred times than lose you once.”

Age 27

The notebook habit only got worse. Or better. Depending who you asked.

Bakugou didn’t complain anymore, not when he found entire pages about him. Scribbled in tiny green ink:

Kacchan always takes his tea at bedtime. Kacchan gets quiet when he’s worried. Don’t push, just sit beside him. Kacchan said he loved me for the first time today. I didn’t say it back fast enough, and I think he thought I didn’t mean it. I’ll write it here 100 times to make up for it: I love him. I love him. I love him…

Bakugou had cried reading that. Privately. In the kitchen. Over fucking soup.

Age 57

Izuku’s handwriting is shaky now.

Bakugou flips through the most recent journal and sees a mess of half-formed sentences. Some pages are drawings.Of their house, their cat, a hero costume from years ago. But some are terrifyingly blank.

He found today’s entry.

There’s a blonde man. He looks sad when I forget him. He says he loves me. I might be crazy…but I think I love him, too.

Age 30

Midoriya stands in their bathroom, holding a toothbrush and frowning at it like it’s a math problem.

Bakugou leans on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You okay?”

Midoriya shakes himself out of it. “Yeah. Just zoned out.”

“You’ve been forgetting little stuff more,” Bakugou says.

Midoriya shrugs. “Stress, maybe. Work’s been…”

“Izuku,” Bakugou says, voice low, “you forgot your mom’s birthday.”

That shuts him up. Midoriya looks at the floor. “I wrote it down,” he says.

“I know,” Bakugou whispers. “But you didn’t check.”

Age 59

The sun rises like it always does. And like always, Izuku blinks awake.

He sees the man beside him, asleep in a chair by the bed, arms crossed, chin dipped down. His hair is a mess. His face is older than the boy in Izuku’s dreams. There’s gray at his temples now.

Izuku frowns. Then offers a wobbly smile, “Katsuki?”

Bakugou jerks awake. For a heartbeat, he doesn’t speak. Just stares. “You remember?” he breathes.

“I… I think so.” Izuku reaches out, fingers trembling. “You’re my husband.”

Bakugou grabs his hand and presses it to his lips, his eyes already wet. “Yeah, nerd. I am.”

Izuku looks at the photos on the wall. The cat curled on the windowsill. The green notebook by his bed. It has his name written over and over on the cover. Izuku Midoriya. You. You. You.

He looks back at Bakugou. “I dreamed about you,” he says softly. “I think I always do.”

Bakugou holds his face like he’s scared he’ll vanish. “Then come back to me,” he whispers.

Tears fall. “I’m trying.”

Age 20

Bakugou finds him asleep at his desk, head on a pile of notes.

He reads the top one.

Kacchan’s birthday: April 20. Don’t forget. You always forget. You don’t want to hurt him again.

Bakugou traces the ink with his thumb.

“Izuku,” he whispers, barely audible. “You never forget the stuff that matters.”

Age 60

The journal on the nightstand is open. There, waiting for tomorrow are the fresh scribbles.

I remembered him. I remembered us. Don’t let it slip away again. Fight for it. Fight for him.

Bakugou adds one line at the bottom in bold, jagged handwriting:

I will always find you, Nerd.

Wow I didn't need that before bed time.

’𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞’ 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: “𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝“.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

Lidocaine

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2: Chronic pain Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku Rating: Explicit (Like what E means. Unless you mean ecstasy, which, fair) Tags: Chronic pain, sex, explicit sex, it's cute and wholesome and warm, Bakugou "looks after" Deku IYKYK, bath time

His bones were stitched together with steel threads. Every morning, the ache began. He’d stretch and groan. The smothered embers of old wounds burned in his joints. Alone in his room, he’d cry. Soft, warm tears would soak his crumpled pillow that was half off the bed. Shoved to the side from the tossing and turning. He’d curse and scream. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t work. He was ready for a new day. Mentally excited to jump into the training and classes.

But his body…

It wasn’t keeping up.

Katsuki would enter. The familiar footsteps would cross the floor, and pick his limp body from the mattress. They were in their last year now. Adults. But this tradition started years ago. The blonde would carry him to the bath, lay him down in the scalding water, and wash his hair. Soft scrubs. How tenderly he’d reach between his legs to clean the intimate sections. Izuku let out a soft moan. Having his man working him over like that, as the heat soothed his battered body…

Euphoric.

Katsuki thought so too.

The normally explosive blonde wordlessly stripped down, exposing himself. He climbed in behind Izuku and held him. Kissing his temple, hands massaging thighs, fingers…deep inside of him. Before Izuku could fully make sense of the situation, Katsuki gave a solid thrust inside his lover. 

“Fuck…” Izuku moaned, his head rolling back to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was a lazy pace. Easy. Both needing close more than release. 

“Shhhh. I’ve got you.” Katsuki whispered. And he did. He always did.

Closer and closer. Izuku couldn’t keep himself quiet. His hands reached up to pull Katsuki’s face to his. He needed more. More taste. More of him. The kiss was the downfall. It was searing. Desperate.

Izuku tumbled over the edge, a guttural moan releasing from his throat as he released. Katsuki wasn’t far behind. Rocking into his lover, he crashed over that edge with a solid “Fuck.” As he grabbed onto Izuku’s hips for dear life.

The two lay like that. Easy. Together. Pressed and held in the bath. The chronic pain is always there. But Katsuki allowing him the pleasure of forgetting to remember it, if only for a moment.

Forgotten Ekkos

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Day: 1—Forgotten Fandom: Arcane Ship: Ekko/Jinx | Timebomb Rating: T CW: Ambiguity regarding the aliveness of a character

He lit up the city for her, going so far as to cross wires into underground power supplies he absolutely shouldn’t have access to. 

He painted on walls. Symbols highlighted by the transient stars. Arrows guiding her home. He wanted her to find her way back. Notes scattered like campaign leaflets that flooded the streets. Everywhere people walked, it was like a blanket of snow covering the ground. They needed to be reminded. Of the sacrifice. Who died so they could live. Who fought demons so they could continue to wake up another day.

He wrote her diary entries about his days. All the conversations he was going to have with her. All the welcome homes. She was going to know how needed she was. He kept her home clean. Every tool was organized. Every button dusted. He searched every nook, cranny and crevice for her. Foreign lands. On the home front. Up in the shiny world with the snobby people. He looked.

Ekko would illuminate the world searching for his Jinx.

He was gonna make damn sure, she will never be forgotten.

@academia-lucifer

I promise I didn't disappear, I just don't have any impulse control and started several at once again haha

Guys is this trend still a thing? Guys? GUYS- COME BACK-

I’ve been watching MHA recently can u tell

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