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New socmed AU, BkDk, currently SFW, angsty??, pining, QL Izu, PH Katsuki.
Premise: Izuku and Katsuki part ways after Middle School, but Katsuki never ceases to be on Izuku's mind. He goes three years without seeing the other boy until one day, he runs into him by accident.
Premise: Izuku and Katsuki part ways after Middle School, but Katsuki never ceases to be on Izuku's mind. He goes three years without seeing the other boy until one day, he runs into him by accident.
To try and sort through his feelings he makes a virtual diary of sorts. He tells Katsuki his feelings through twitter, not knowing that it was about to go viral.
Of course Katsuki knows exactly who IM is and who he's talking about. He can't help but fall for Izuku through his
Of course Katsuki knows exactly who IM is and who he's talking about. He can't help but fall for Izuku through his
little messages meant just for him.
A mixture of socmed and written work.
Here are the profiles...
A mixture of socmed and written work.
Here are the profiles...
And now we start.
Izuku turns off his phone, world weary and tired from another day of job hunting. He was supposed to go to college but...it just didn't work out. He needed money more than he needed to further his education.
But finding a job has been so hard!
He rolls over onto his back and
But finding a job has been so hard!
He rolls over onto his back and
sighs. He needs to sleep. He has to sleep. But sleep just won't come. All he can think about is Katsuki. That's nothing new, but he just wants to sleep.
He turns on his phone once more. Maybe if he writes out his feelings then he can sleep?
He turns on his phone once more. Maybe if he writes out his feelings then he can sleep?
He feels a little better without the weight of feelings settling heavy in his chest. There's just something so relieving about saying how he feels. He drifts off. Not know what's about to happen...
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Katsuki sits at his desk, not entirely happy with the sheer amount of paper work he has to do. It was one tiny building he accidentally demolished. Why was it such a big deal?
"It's literally the cutest thing ever! You have to read it Uraraka!"
"Will you shut up, Acid for
Katsuki sits at his desk, not entirely happy with the sheer amount of paper work he has to do. It was one tiny building he accidentally demolished. Why was it such a big deal?
"It's literally the cutest thing ever! You have to read it Uraraka!"
"Will you shut up, Acid for
brains? Some of us are trying to work over here." He grumbles. It's like they thought they were still at school.
"Eeeeek! Bakubabe! You have to take a look at this too!"
Mina leaps over his desk and he finds himself with a lap full of overly energetic, pink sidekick. She
"Eeeeek! Bakubabe! You have to take a look at this too!"
Mina leaps over his desk and he finds himself with a lap full of overly energetic, pink sidekick. She
shoves her phone in his face.
"Oi! Get that shit outta my face! Do you know what personal boundaries are?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever! Now read this!"
She shoves her phone into his hand. He looks at the screen, recognising the iconic look of a tweet. He reads. Then rereads.
"Oi! Get that shit outta my face! Do you know what personal boundaries are?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever! Now read this!"
She shoves her phone into his hand. He looks at the screen, recognising the iconic look of a tweet. He reads. Then rereads.
He reads it for a third time.
The words, individually, make sense. But all together, they create something that won't quite click in his head.
'Kacchan'.
His childhood nickname. Maybe there were other Kacchans out there? He couldn't be the only one. There's no reason to
The words, individually, make sense. But all together, they create something that won't quite click in his head.
'Kacchan'.
His childhood nickname. Maybe there were other Kacchans out there? He couldn't be the only one. There's no reason to
assume that this was for him. Was about him. But...it was signed IM.
He knew only one person with the initials IM...one person who called him Kacchan waaaay past childhood.
He makes note of the username and decides to investigate later.
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He knew only one person with the initials IM...one person who called him Kacchan waaaay past childhood.
He makes note of the username and decides to investigate later.
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Katsuki lays in bed, staring at IM's newest tweet. His heart races, his cheeks flush. Because there's no doubt. This was addressed to him. From Izuku Midoriya. From the boy he'd tortured and bullied since they were toddlers. He reads the tweet again.
Tbc later today
Katsuki's sleep is fitful. He has dreams of the past where instead of being a child he is a monster. A monster who hurts and slashes its bloody claws at Deku.
He doesn't understand how after all of that Izuku can still talk about him like he's his own personal hero. But somehow
He doesn't understand how after all of that Izuku can still talk about him like he's his own personal hero. But somehow
he's grateful that he does.
He picks up his phone to search twitter again, he just can't stop himself from reading every single word the other boy writes.
He needs to find a better way to keep track of Izuku's account and decides the best way is to follow him...but he can't do
He picks up his phone to search twitter again, he just can't stop himself from reading every single word the other boy writes.
He needs to find a better way to keep track of Izuku's account and decides the best way is to follow him...but he can't do
that on his official account and he doesn't really want Izuku to know that he follows him either.
He needs a new account. A private one.
He goes through the steps, authorises it and follows Izuku, who now has quite a few followers. At least he'll be lost in a sea of thousands
He needs a new account. A private one.
He goes through the steps, authorises it and follows Izuku, who now has quite a few followers. At least he'll be lost in a sea of thousands
and he won't be using a picture of his full face.
After thinking about, he decides to turn on notifications for Izuku's tweets. He wants to read them as soon as he can. He just has to know how Izuku feels. But...he doesn't really know why.
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After thinking about, he decides to turn on notifications for Izuku's tweets. He wants to read them as soon as he can. He just has to know how Izuku feels. But...he doesn't really know why.
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Katsuki's heart pounds with every word he reads. Those words ignite something inside of him. He can't say for sure what it is, but he feels motivated, invigorated to do his Goddamn best today.
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Izuku can't help but scan the streets he's walking, just hoping that he'd see a hint of black and orange. But he's never that lucky.
He's also a little unsure of how a reunion between them would go. Would Katsuki be mean? Still hate him? Surely he wouldn't push him down and
He's also a little unsure of how a reunion between them would go. Would Katsuki be mean? Still hate him? Surely he wouldn't push him down and
Curse his name in public!
But...he wouldn't be able to survive seeing the hate in his eyes. It would truly be the final nail in the coffin.
The sheet of paper in his hands is full of crossed out names, he only has one left on his list. Hopefully this one will be it!
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But...he wouldn't be able to survive seeing the hate in his eyes. It would truly be the final nail in the coffin.
The sheet of paper in his hands is full of crossed out names, he only has one left on his list. Hopefully this one will be it!
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Today was hell! All he could think about was stupid Deku and his stupid twitter page! That was it, he was going to block him.
He waits until he gets home but his blood freezes at the newest tweet.
He waits until he gets home but his blood freezes at the newest tweet.
What?
What does he mean?
Before he can stop himself he's commenting.
What does he mean?
Before he can stop himself he's commenting.
Tbc
He refreshes his phone. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Agai-
Ugh! The phone flies across the room falling harmlessly onto the bed. Why hasn't Izuku replied? He's been active, he knows he has! He has four more tweets to prove it! So why?
Ugh! The phone flies across the room falling harmlessly onto the bed. Why hasn't Izuku replied? He's been active, he knows he has! He has four more tweets to prove it! So why?
The thought of the last one made his stomach turn. Izuku needs saving...but how can he do it? How can he save him?
He needs money, clearly. But it would seem weird to show up at his door (not that he knows where he even lives) and just hand over money.
He can't even try to
He needs money, clearly. But it would seem weird to show up at his door (not that he knows where he even lives) and just hand over money.
He can't even try to
lift the nerds spirits because he won't respond to his comments!
He doesn't know what to do...
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He doesn't know what to do...
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"Hey! Pink bitch! Why isn't this guy responding to me on twitter?"
Better to just ask for help this time round. He was so far out of his element that it wasn't even funny.
"What?" Mina looks like he just slapped her Mother in front of her.
"Are you deaf?"
Better to just ask for help this time round. He was so far out of his element that it wasn't even funny.
"What?" Mina looks like he just slapped her Mother in front of her.
"Are you deaf?"
"Noooo. I just thought I heard you saying you were trying to contact someone on /twitter/."
He huffs and pulls out his phone, making sure to cover his screen so she can't see anything but his message.
"Well, your accounts set to private soooooo yeah. He won't be able to see
He huffs and pulls out his phone, making sure to cover his screen so she can't see anything but his message.
"Well, your accounts set to private soooooo yeah. He won't be able to see
your comment let alone respond."
Shit. And here he thought Izuku was ignoring him. "How do I turn it off?"
"Just give me your phone!"
"What? No! Wait! What are you-ack!"
He's helpless, on the floor and lying in a puddle of acid, staring at his phone in Mina's hand.
Shit. And here he thought Izuku was ignoring him. "How do I turn it off?"
"Just give me your phone!"
"What? No! Wait! What are you-ack!"
He's helpless, on the floor and lying in a puddle of acid, staring at his phone in Mina's hand.
"Aaaaand done!" She flings his phone in his general direction before loudly proclaiming she's going home. Leaving Katsuki wet, annoyed and somehow a little more hopeful.
He finds the tweet he's looking for and leaves a comment he /knows/ Izuku will see.
He finds the tweet he's looking for and leaves a comment he /knows/ Izuku will see.
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Izuku stares at the comment 'I'll be your hero'.
How is it that four simple words make him feel so much better? He smiles softly, gathering up the courage to reply to this kind stranger.
Izuku stares at the comment 'I'll be your hero'.
How is it that four simple words make him feel so much better? He smiles softly, gathering up the courage to reply to this kind stranger.
He gets a reply instantaneously.
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Katsuki puts his phone down whilst he gets ready for bed, half expecting another reply when he goes back to his phone.
There isn't one.
Dissapointment overcomes him, he'd thought for sure Izuku would've continued their conversation, especially since he'd said it made him
Katsuki puts his phone down whilst he gets ready for bed, half expecting another reply when he goes back to his phone.
There isn't one.
Dissapointment overcomes him, he'd thought for sure Izuku would've continued their conversation, especially since he'd said it made him
feel better. But there was nothing.
He goes to his Timeline, refreshing in hopes that Izuku is just busy writing another tweet. And then he sees it. The message icon with a little blue icon hovering over the top right hand corner, a little white one in it and all.
He opens it
He goes to his Timeline, refreshing in hopes that Izuku is just busy writing another tweet. And then he sees it. The message icon with a little blue icon hovering over the top right hand corner, a little white one in it and all.
He opens it
Izuku had sent him a /message/.
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It didn't take much for Katsuki to understand that it was /him/ Izuku was talking about.
His face flushes. He doesn't know why Izuku is so hung up on him and he's pretty certain he's not a great guy, at least, not in the way that Izuku views him as.
Katsuki throws his phone as far away as possible. It hits the wall with a dull thud and he really can't be bothered to go and see if it's damaged or not.
His face feels like it's on fire and his heart is beating double time.
What...what is this? Why is he reacting like this?
His face feels like it's on fire and his heart is beating double time.
What...what is this? Why is he reacting like this?
He has no clue, all he knows is that he so desperately wants to pick up his phone and keep speaking to Izuku.
Sliding across the floor, he stares at the phone with his hand outstretched, like he's half expecting it to bite him. If anyone were to look into his room and see him
Sliding across the floor, he stares at the phone with his hand outstretched, like he's half expecting it to bite him. If anyone were to look into his room and see him
like this, his hard reputation would be ruined. Luckily, that wouldn't he be an issue.
He opens the message.
He opens the message.
The smile on his face goes unnoticed, he doesn't feel the pull of his cheeks nor the wrinkling of his eyes when he replies.
He goes to sleep feeling warm and light.
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TBC
(TW: potential triggering themes such as depression, thoughts of suicide (but not explicitly stated))
Izuku smiles at his newest tweet, he feels positive that today is his day! He's going to get a job, he will!
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He does not.
He can't cope like this.
The high of his good mood meant that his low was akin to a plane crashing, there were no survivors. No residual hope to keep
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He does not.
He can't cope like this.
The high of his good mood meant that his low was akin to a plane crashing, there were no survivors. No residual hope to keep
him going.
He sits on his bed, staring at his hands, his baby smooth, trembling hands. Proof he's never worked a day in his life, but not by choice.
He's stopped at every turn. Each step feels like another mountain to climb.
The phone in his hands is blurred but he manages
He sits on his bed, staring at his hands, his baby smooth, trembling hands. Proof he's never worked a day in his life, but not by choice.
He's stopped at every turn. Each step feels like another mountain to climb.
The phone in his hands is blurred but he manages
to type with muscle memory alone.
He wipes the back of his fist over his face whilst he attempts to reign in his sniffles.
It's too much to bear.
He can't take this anymore.
Everyday he feels so alone, so useless, so...pointless. He shouldn't be allowed to breathe the same air as all these people who
It's too much to bear.
He can't take this anymore.
Everyday he feels so alone, so useless, so...pointless. He shouldn't be allowed to breathe the same air as all these people who
contribute to society.
His phone dings and he opens it.
His phone dings and he opens it.
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Katsuki is half way out of his door when Izuku finally replies.
He can feel his heart beat in his throat and it makes him feel sick. He'd panicked when Izuku hadn't replied straight away. His mind immediately went to the worst possible place.
He opens the app, not caring
Katsuki is half way out of his door when Izuku finally replies.
He can feel his heart beat in his throat and it makes him feel sick. He'd panicked when Izuku hadn't replied straight away. His mind immediately went to the worst possible place.
He opens the app, not caring
that he's in the middle of the complexes hallway.
What. The. Fuck?
The stupid nerd had damn near given him a heart attack, and all he can say is sorry?
The stupid nerd had damn near given him a heart attack, and all he can say is sorry?
It's only after he's sent the messages that he realises that maybe, just maybe, he should be a little kinder in his approach. Izuku was clearly going through a rough patch. He should probably think about treating him a little more delicately.
He's half way through typing out
He's half way through typing out
his apology when Izuku responds.
He can't help but smile a little at the thought of Izuku's laughter. He can picture it. His head thrown back and cheeks stretched to the max. He just knows that he'd be flushed too, lighting up every single freckle.
He hates to move the conversation back to something less enjoyable than Izuku's laughter but he can't help him until he knows the problem.
Izuku's reply makes him both happy and sad.
He's happy because he trusts him enough to talk about it (he should really think hard about the implication of Izuku opening up to a literal stranger though).
And he's sad because...well, Izuku clearly thinks so poorly of him. And
He's happy because he trusts him enough to talk about it (he should really think hard about the implication of Izuku opening up to a literal stranger though).
And he's sad because...well, Izuku clearly thinks so poorly of him. And
that really fucking sucks.
But this isnt about him, it's about Izuku and what he can do to help him.
But this isnt about him, it's about Izuku and what he can do to help him.
That's insanely weird. Like...really, really fucking weird. How can they go from liking Izuku enough to asking him to interview with them to completely disliking him and canceling on him? It makes no sense. Something about this just isn't right.
Katsuki has a feeling that this is more than just bad luck.
TBC
TBC
