tw: excessive swearing + inconsistent caps for the scream-versations.
(also, some intentional but possibly wonky formatting bc we're stuck with only align left and center here.)
"Waiting at a train station for the long-distance S/O to pull up"
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cherry blossoms uwu
or, mc has little patience for anyone who is not his lady love
notes:
幼馴染 - childhood friend/sweetheart
s/o - significant other
mc - main character
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep," an American poet once wrote.
He had scoffed in class, scribbled the line down in his notebook and then forgot about it after acing the English test, as usual.
The words come to mind now though as he runs.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. Lovely— if he were ever to use such a word to describe anything, it would involve her —because they are there, hand in hand. Dark, but growing brighter with every step in any direction. Deep indeed, with an endless evergreen expanse.
They laugh while running. The sound rings out like it did when they were children playing together in these very woods years ago.
Flowers bloom where careless feet step. Random bursts of petaled color mark their scattered path as they push past branches and trip over roots. There's no rhyme or reason to their race, no winner or loser either. The only rule was to never stop or look back, only continue forward.
He leaps into the air, flying, and turns his head back— just for a moment, to see if she was looking (she was) —and then, he fell.
The world went quiet, punctuated by their mingled panting breaths.
She catches him, and they float, timeless and suspended in a golden haze. Glimpses of the sun peak through the shadowy canopy. Hair hovers around their heads, light reflecting off of them, and it as he always knew: they belong in the air. Others are Earth-bound, but not them, never them.
Weightless, he sees the stars in her eyes. She was...
Beep.
What was that sound?
... leaning closer. The face of an angel descends...
Beep.
Scowling with his eyes closed, he turned over and tried to hold onto the quickly-dispersing dream.
... upon his. Filling his vision with heaven...
Beep.
Fuck.
Be—
BOOM!
He pulled his sparking palm away from the now-melted alarm and sat up in bed, blinking awake. Looking at the mess of metal on his dresser, he gave a low chortle. "Yeah, that's rig—"
"KATSUKI!"
Katsuki groaned and slumped over, relaxed features twisting into annoyance. Pleasant thoughts of determined smiles and fierce eyes slipped away.
"THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU, BAKA?!"
"FUCK OFF, HAG!"
She screeched like the witch she was. "WATCH YOUR DAMN MOUTH, YOU LITTLE SHIT—"
His mom's loudass voice echoed throughout the house. Blah, he's too noisy, blah, the neighbors, blah.
"You're the one who's NOISY AS HELL!" he screamed back and reached for his phone. Several message notifications greeted him on the home page when he turned it on. His tense shoulders loosened as he entered his password to read them and type out a response.
"— it's THREE in the fucking MORNING, BRAT!"
"HAH?" He jolted and locked his phone, setting it down to glance at the red digital numbers still lit up on the alarm clock. "I know what the damn TIME is!"
"Then, WHY are you waking everyone on this goddamn street up?"
"WHAT'S IT TO YOU, YA SHITTY WOMAN?!" he roared, jumping out of bed. "Stay OUTTA my business, fuck."
He began aggressively making his bed, briskly straightening the sheets and pulling the cover tightly over the frame.
"... And I don't give a SHIT about the extras that live here!" Katsuki exclaimed, yanking his sleep shirt off and exchanging it for an identical black skull shirt. Stomping to his closet, he withdrew a flannel long-sleeve and shrugged it on top.
"SHOW SOME RESPECT! No, Masaru, stay out of this—"
He slammed the door to the bathroom close and she finally quieted down, the old man's influence most likely, but at least he couldn't hear her bullshit over the flush of the toilet. Fiercely brushing his teeth until the inside of his mouth tasted like jalapeños, he shuffled into some drooping pants and bent to grab a roll of socks from his dresser drawer. Taking out a small cross-body bag from his closet, he tossed his wallet in and threw the thick strap, along with his cream-colored scarf, over his shoulder.
A few steps had him out of his room and thundering down the stairs with a pair of casual shoes in hand. The noise— "It wasn't that loud, don't be fucking dramatic!" —set the hag off and she started yammering on about having to teach him some manners.
Tch.
He made sure to flip off her general direction on his way out of the house. Then again outside as he passed the fenced-gate so she could get a good look at his middle fingers beneath the streetlight from where she was practically hanging out the window.
His dad sent him a wave from behind the hag's shoulder. He had a hand on her arm to keep her from falling as she leaned forward more to flash Katsuki a better view of her own extending middle fingers. Their house was the only one on the street with lights on and noise coming from it. Katsuki turned away to hide his snicker.
"Bring her back by dinner, brat!" the hag cackled at his back, probably fluttering her fingers mockingly like an asshole.
He flipped her off a third time for good measure.
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Shoulders hunched, Katsuki made his way to the only place that could make breakfast food that wasn't absolute ass and was actually open this fucking early. The cafe was tucked-away and always had some sort of sale going on. It had really weird hours too. Some days they were only open from sunset to dawn, other days, it was the opposite. Today was one of the former times.
The bell rang above his head when he entered. The lights were dim and the air inside smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. He ignored the "good morning" greeting and looked around. Suspicious hours aside, the place was normal and plain enough. The layout was similar to a market or corner store with shelving. He beelined to the breads and picked up some buns and a package of mochi. In the drink section, he chose two of their signature bottle drinks and went to walk away when obnoxious packaging caught his eye.
Double-backing, he got one of those stupid little flavored-milk carton-shits from the refrigerated area and then stood in line behind the only other customer there to pay.
Pulling out his phone, he began scrolling through the messages. His uninterested expression warming ever so slightly the longer he looked down at his phone. Almost too quick to see, he went into his camera app and snapped a picture.
"—shipment's tonight—"
"—keep an eye out—"
Eyebrows and ears twitching as he was forced to overhear snippets of the extra's conversation with the cashier, he looked up to send an irritated glance at the man's back. His cheeks began working up a flush as he glared.
"—payment in full?"
"—the usual—"
"OI," he huffed, pocketing his phone.
The extra in front of him startled, practically jumped a foot off the ground, and whipped his head around.
"Get a fucking move on! Pay for your shit or get the fuck outta my way so I can buy mine," he sneered.
The unsurprised-looking cashier, a cheery fucker with the brightest blue hair he had ever fucking seen, gave him a beaming smile and waved like they were friends or some shit, while the extra remained gaping at him.
"Well?"
"Ah-h," the extra actually stuttered and turned back to the blue fuck.
"Hey! Don't fuckin' ignore me!"
"Haru," the extra hissed in a panicked tone. "This guy—"
"This guy?! The name's—"
"—was behind me the whole time?!"
"—BAKUGOU KATSUKI—"
"Why didn't you say anything, Haru?" he wailed.
"—future number one hero!—"
"How much did he hear?—"
"Well," the blue fuck started as if to answer and then in the lulled second of silence, tilted their head and didn't say a damn thing else. That creepy as hell sparkle smile plastered on their face seemed to unsettle the extra, his mouth closing with a 'click', but it wasn't going to get the better of him.
Katsuki elbowed his way closer and jabbed an angry finger in both their faces, "Bakugou Katsuki. Remember it, damn extra! You too, Blue Fucker."
"—How much did you hear?" The extra suddenly asked, directing the question to him this time and grabbing the front of his shirt to shake him wildly.
"Wha—! Get the fuck off of me." He bodily shoved the extra back and raised the hand not carrying the food and drinks threateningly, letting a contained explosion ignite in his palm.
He couldn't check just yet, but if that motherfucker had stretched the Egyptian cotton-blend fabric of his shirt, there was gonna be hell to pay. The extra's eyes darted to his hand.
"Hey, wait... Baku... aren't you that kid from the slud—"
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"Haven't seen you around here lately," the blue fuck grinned, ringing up his items and ignoring the man collapsed in front of the counter rubbing his eyes.
They wiggled their eyebrows, "Is she back in town then?"
"Huh?" his eyes narrowed before registering the question and the vague familiarity of seeing Blue Fuck as a cashier here before.
"Oh," settling down, Katsuki nodded once. "Yeah."
"How nice!" Blue Fuck exclaimed, sounding disgustingly genuine.
He rolled his eyes but could feel a slight smile tug at his lips.
"Yeah."
The cashier cooed wordlessly as they put everything in a paper bag. The smile was quickly replaced with a scowl.
"Hurry the fuck up already," he snapped.
They gave him another dumb smile.
For fuck's sake, why was he constantly surrounded by idiots?
"Alrighty, your total is—"
Katsuki handed over the right amount of yen and snatched the bag out of their hands. The bell jangled happily as it closed behind him.
Adjusting the name tag decorated with hearts pinned to their apron, the blue-haired cashier rested their chin on the contemplative fist of their hand and stared off into the distance.
"~Young love~" Haru sighed.
The man on the floor, tears streaming down his face with singed eyebrows and smoking hair, groaned in agreement.
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It was still early as fuck so the train station was empty when he arrived. One hand firmly shoved deep into his pocket, he leaned against the wall and looked down at the phone gripped tightly in his palm. The phone's brightness dimmed and a light-bulb flickered above him. He squinted and taps the screen with his thumb, casting white light onto his face.
— Yesterday —
Sent (9:59 pm): got your shit together?
Received (10:00 pm): yup
Received (10:00 pm): I'm so pumped!
Received (10:01 pm): we're going to crush it ᕦ(ò_óˇ)
Sent (10:01 pm): fuck yeah, we are ┌П┐(►˛◄'!)
Sent (10:02 pm): and took you long enough to finish
Sent (10:02 pm): you always wait last minute, smh
Sent (10:02 pm): now go to sleep
Received (10:02 pm): make me (*≧ڡ≦)
Received (10:03 pm): i told you not to stay up
Received (10:03 pm): you better not be grumpy tmrw (・`ω´・○)
Sent (10:03 pm): you better not be late
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Incoming call.
Accept? / Decline.
Accept.
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"—Eh, why're you callin' 'stead of textin'?"
"Just wanted to hear your voice 'fore I went to sleep."
"Mm'kay, m'serious, don't be late."
"Hmm, yeah."
A tired giggle.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?"
Half-hearted grumbling.
"G'night, love you."
"Night, love you too."
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Ongoing call: 1 min, 14 seconds...
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— Today —
Shuffling sounds.
"You awake?"
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A soft snore.
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Call ended.
(2 hours, 57 minutes)
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Received (1:00 am): Morning, love you
Received (1:23 am): headed to station now
Received (1:31 am): just boarded! not late!
Sent (3:06 am): morning and love you too
Received (3:07 am): [image: girl with flushed cheeks smiling]
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Save photo to camera roll?
Y/N
Photo saved to camera roll.
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Sent (3:07 am): fuck, you're cute
Sent (3:07 am): brb, gonna get ready then leave the house
Received (3:08 am): okay, text me when you're walking
Sent (3:14 am): the hag's crazy, and the old man just enables her shit
Sent (3:14 am): fucking hell
Received (3:14 am): ?
Sent (3:15 am): she almost tumbled head over ass out a damn window
Sent (3:15 am): just to flip me off
Sent (3:15 am): m'so glad i take after the old man instead of her psycho ass
Received (3:15 am): WWWWW
Sent (3:16 am): she's ridiculous
Received (3:16 am): ...
Received (3:16 am): that last bit was a joke, yeah?
Sent (3:16 am): you know i mean that shit
Received (3:16 am): no, about being more like your dad
Sent (3:17 am): eh?
Received (3:17 am): You're like a male version of your mom!
Sent (3:17 am): ...
Sent (3:18 am): Don't ever say that shit to me again
Received (3:18 am): can't handle the truth, huh?
Received (3:18 am): bet you just scoffed rn
Sent (3:19 am): yeah, in disbelief
Received (3:19 am): suuuuure
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Sent (3:27 am): M'getting your delusional ass food from that place you like
Received (3:28 am): !
Received (3:28 am): The cafe?
Sent (3:28 am): the weird one
Received (3:29 am): (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ
Sent (3:30 am): [image: boy with a subdued, barely-there smile on his face]
Received (3:30 am): You're the best
Sent (3:31 am): 'course I'm the best
Received (3:31 am): and m'not just saying that bc m'hungry
Received (3:31 am): you're pretty too, (✿◠‿◠) esp when you smile
Sent (3:32 am): you're always hungry
Received (3:32 am): and you always feed me
Sent (3:32 am): damn right i do
Sent (3:33 am): pretty?
Received (3:33 am): yes.
Sent (3:33 am): extras have cried bc i smiled in their direction
Sent (3:33 am): heh, weak
Received (3:33 am): the prettiest
Received (3:34 am): okay, i wasn't talking 'bout your deranged scowly "in the zone" smile
Sent (3:34 am): nope, you already said i'm the prettiest
Sent (3:34 am): no take backs
Received (3:34 am): but it is cute when you get all passionate
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Received (3:36 am): hmm, you went quiet
Received (3:36 am): are you blushing, katsuki?
Sent (3:36 am): tch, no
Sent (3:36 am): this extra in front of me won't shut tf up
Sent (3:36 am): getting on my fucking nerves
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Sent (3:37 am): hold on
Received (3:37 am): you're picking a fight, aren't you?
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Sent (3:41 am): more like try'na get this shit half off for us before your train comes
Received (3:41 am): that's hot
Received (3:41 am): i love their sales, get that deal!
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Sent (3:43 am): omw to the station
Received (3:43 am): yayyy
Received (3:43 am): food food food
Sent (3:43 am): save your battery
Received (3:44 am): save YOUR battery
Sent (3:44 am): my phone isn't an old piece of shit like yours
Received (3:44 am): my phone works just fine!
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Dialing...
Connecting...
Outgoing call in progress.
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"—ee! My phone —s fi—!"
"It doesn't! You're cutting out right now!"
"Well— you're—utting —t too!"
"I'm not the one on the train!"
"Yeah, but —re the one w— said— 'save your battery' — then called me!"
"I don't sound like that. And you picked up!"
"You do— 'course I —d, baka."
"Who you callin' baka, baka?"
"—u, duh."
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"My —ttery's actually get— pretty low."
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU—"
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Call ended.
(2 minutes)
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Received (3:47 am): gotta conserve my battery!
Sent (3:47 am): what did i fucking tell you
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Sent (3:56 am): here
He exits out of his messages and gazes at his screen background, a picture of them. They're both flipping off the camera, but picture-her is squinting a tough glare, chin up and shoulders squared in a floaty pink dress as picture-him smirks defiantly next to her with the hood of his sweater pulled up. His finger traces the curve of her cheek. Movement from the corner of his eye has him jamming his phone and hands into the pockets of his pants and glancing around.
The platform is no longer empty. People in work clothes stand alone or in groups as they wait for the trains to arrive. He watches them with disinterest, only adjusting against the wall when he can feel the tell-tale rumbling vibrations at his feet.
"Finally," he mutters, but the tension of irritation is missing from the line of his jaw.
The train approaches from the left, shaking the foundation of the station platform, and screeches to a halt. Doors open with a hushed hiss and passengers filter from the cars, merging with those boarding. He looks around impatiently.
Someone bumps him.
"Ah, sorry."
"Watch where you're fuckin' goin'!"
The crowd is thick. All around him are people trying to get to their destination. There doesn't seem to be enough room on the platform as everyone brushes against him.
"Excuse me." Teenager. Stupid looking. Dumb hair.
"Move!"
"Pardon." A business woman. Uptight. Impatient.
"Damn extras."
Another person walks into his shoulder. His back tenses. He tries to hold still. His heart is beating too fast. He—
He can't breathe.
Fuck. Fuck.
He chokes it out. "F-fuck."
"Behind you." Old man. Geezer. On his face, was that... pity? Hah?!
Unseen in his pockets, his sweaty palms clench into fists.
Katsuki's chest heaves, lungs expanding with air. Slime unclogs from his throat. He blinks. The woods are lovely, dark and deep on the back of his eyelids.
He is free.
He is strong.
That old man should waste his pity on losers who actually need it.
Eyes opening with his mouth, he goes to say as much, but the old man is gone.
Coward.
He scowls at the extra standing where the old man was and searches through the crowd with renewed focus. Snarling at the next person to hit him, he resists the urge to shove through them for a better view. At this point, he's ready to pull his phone out because where the fuck was—
Ochako sees him before he sees her.
Stepping off the train, grip firm on her bag, she's distantly aware of the people pushing past her and the noise of the train. She barely feels the chill in the air, hardly notices how the sky has begun to lighten. With him at the center of her vision, nothing else is as clear. Her fatigue is easily shaken off. She stands still in the hurried crowd and stares, drinking him in. They visit each other as much as they can, texting and calling frequently, but photos and grainy video calls don't do Katsuki justice.
The suspended scene of time is over too quickly.
He's tense, red eyes wild and darting from person to person until they land on her and widen. Neither blink. Puzzle pieces snap together and scales balance out, a string linked between them is plucked and strummed. He swallows, throat bobbing, and the moment breaks.
She moves.
Running toward him, she catches his caught-off guard curse in her hair as his arms open and she flings hers around his shoulders. They collide— it feels like she's using her quirk but there's no kickback, just him and her and their shared giddiness —he lets out a grunt at the impact and stumbles back a bit, dragging her with him closer into a warm hug. Nuzzling her face into the heat of his neck, she inhales the sweet smell of caramel and grins.
"Hey, there."
"Hey," he echoes, a touch breathless.
Pulling back slightly, she draws his face lower with the hold she has, fingers locked and laced behind his neck, and tenderly presses a kiss to both of his pinkening cheeks. He ducks down before she can return to nestling in the crook of his shoulder and places an affectionate kiss to the side of her forehead. They hold each other, lingering until her stomach grumbles suddenly, reminding them both of her hunger.
His arms tighten once around her waist, then he straightens upright with her looped arms hanging from his neck. He snorts, tossing someone who bumps into them an annoyed glare, and shifts the paper bag around his wrist into her grabby hands behind his back.
"Mmm, fooood."
She brings it over his shoulder and sniffs, content to remain in the middle of the train station platform a few seconds longer to exclaim excitedly over the flavored-milk and package of mochi he picked.
"H'ank you'w," she said chewing on a meat bun.
Dropping her feet flat to the ground, face now smooshed into the front of his favorite shirt, she pets his hair and tilts her head back to peer up at him. He's got a content little half-smile on his face that goes blank in confusion when a stray cherry blossom petal from the tree nearby hits him smack in the nose. She giggles, fingers twisting blonde spikes, as he blows it away with a sharp, exhaling huff from his mouth.
Arms still wrapped loosely around her, he dips down to knock the tip of his nose against hers, a flick for laughing. This close, she can see the faint dark circles under his eyes. Frowning, she smooths the skin there with the pad of her thumb.
"I missed you."
Moving one of his hands from her back again, the other keeping her tucked to his chest, he tugs at her pink scarf with a crooked, pretty (the prettiest) smile.
"Missed you too. Come on, let's get the fuck outta here."
Cheeks flushed rosy, she beams back at him and traces the shell of his ear with her finger, brushing an orange hearing aid before traveling down to fiddle with the cream-colored scarf she made him.
"Sounds good."
Slinging an arm around his trim waist, she intertwines her fingers with the hand he drapes over her shoulder. They join the throng of people walking in the waking city as the sun rises. Behind them, a shower of cherry blossoms rain down.
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Explosion_King posted image (30 minutes ago) - tagged Floaty_Mochi
[Candid shot of Ochako sipping from a small flavored-milk carton. Her eyes are closed and she's smiling faintly. There are pink petals caught in her scarf.]
Caption: don't know why she likes that shit.
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Izuku's phone buzzed in the middle of training. He reached into his pocket, surprised at the notification.
Kacchan posted something?
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notes:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep." - line from "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" poem by robert frost
Baka - idiot, stupid
Wwwww - laughing, like hahaha for english speakers
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Important Author's Note:
Further plot development is currently dependent on reader feedback answering my questions, as well as by commenting desired pairings, dynamics, energy, moments, head-canons, etc., anything except for explicit smut (for example, "kissing in the rain" is fine, but "sex in the rain" is not) in a review. If the muse is interested and I use your idea/prompt, then I'll give credit. Unless you'd rather I not, in which case, just tell me that and I'll cite it as anonymous.
PLOT QUESTIONS:
1) What order should Ocha, Katsu, and Izu meet/become friends in? There are too many possible combinations and each one takes the story in a different direction. [Help end this indecisive hell for me T_T]
2) If Ocha doesn't catch Izu when he trips on the first day at UA, who will step up to help him?
3) What nicknames should Katsu and Ocha use for each other? I'll probably alternate between a few, (I'm leaning towards "cheeks" and "angel-face") but there's gotta be a main one that's both in character and the right amount of sweetness to call a S/O.
Thanks for reading!
Comment with:
- 🌲 if you want to run through the woods with katsu & ocha
- 🍓 for a "stupid little flavored-milk carton-shit"
- 💙 if you like blue baby haru
- 💥 in memory of the extra that got his eyebrows 'sploded (possible name reveal in the future?)
- 👀 if you think the cafe is sus
- 🌸 bc... kacchako reunion
challenge: guess how many swear words there are in this one chapter alone (not even i know the answer 🔮)
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