Heeyyy Are You Ever Going To Finish Or Publish THE CORRIDORS Because That My Favorite Fic😭😭. I

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Fic: THE CORRIDORS - Chapter 1 - Evesara - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

can I still be a hero?

Smoke. It carves the air, swirling through the sparks of floating embers. Katsuki Bakugou watches from his back, blinking slowly. Beautiful, he would typically think of the stars. He is disappointed—the stars are not out. Smoke has covered the entire sky.

His body trembles. Fingertips dig into the wet earth beneath him, sticky with mud and red. A fire crackles nearby, its heat licking his torn uniform, his exposed skin. His chest shudders violently, air slipping in shallow, painful gasps. Each inhale needles his lungs, drags fresh flames through his ribcage. He bites down on a cry as his nails scrape against the ground. His abdomen pulses sharply. Warmth pools beneath him.

Move. Some instinct screams at him. Stand up.

Katsuki’s teeth clench, grinding against the primal urge to stay down. He forces himself to his elbows. A low groan escapes his throat as he rises to his knees, his hand clamping over the gaping wound in his waist. Something inside shifts—grinds—but he doesn’t stop. The pain folds in on itself as he stands, staggering. His vision tunnels. The world tilts.

Above the smoke, a flash of green.

Izuku Midoriya—idiot, masochistic Deku—flies through the carnage, through the invisible stars and inferno, his body barely holding together. Katsuki can’t tear his eyes away. He is not stupid. He does not need to ask Izuku to know that these are the last few embers of One for All. He has witnessed it draining from him during lessons, in the longer breaks between sparring, the way Izuku’s body trembles as if holding much more than Katsuki’s weight on the training mat.

His fingers twitch, desperate for the explosions that would carry him up, push the other aside, and fight where he belongs at the front of danger. Save your quirk Deku, he’d spit. I got this. But his palms only spark faintly, skin cold, clammy. Useless.

The enemy lunges—massive, grotesque, a twisted nightmare of claws and sinew. Instead of targeting Izuku, its massive eyes land on Katsuki below.

Angry.

“You should be dead, boy,” the Nomu—the last one hidden after All for One’s downfall—shrieks from the air. Its wings pin against its body as it shoots through the smoke.

It is too fast, Katsuki too slow.

Another green flash, this time directly in front of Katsuki.

He tries to yell a warning, but his voice breaks, ragged and weak.

Izuku doesn’t dodge.

The Nomu’s claws tear straight into Izuku’s chest. There is a sickening snap as the talons break through bone and muscle, flesh and fabric. Numb, Katsuki watches from behind. The monster roars, flaps its wings, and brings Izuku skyward. Five feet, ten, twenty. Rain begins to fall, red and thick, over Katsuki. He blinks up, and the rain splatters over his cheeks.

Not water. Not rain, his brain provides unhelpfully.

The claws release.

Izuku falls. The impact of his landing reverberates through the ground, shivers up Katsuki’s battered legs.

The Nomu howls laughter.

Katsuki stumbles forward.

“Stand up, idiot!”

His boots catch in the mud, his legs screaming. He watches the quiet, bleeding body on the battlefield, waits for green eyes to open with some stupid smirk beneath freckles leading the way to his next attack. It is such a common phenomenon, one that is so expected that Katsuki does not hesitate turning his back, eyes following the creature as it continues to laugh and circle from above. He waits for Izuku to grab his shoulder. He waits for whispering, a plan mumbled directly into his ear.

“It’s coming back,” he warns, posing as he would back-to-back with his partner.

It does not quite register that Izuku isn’t moving.

The rumbling, inhumane laughter stops briefly. Yellow eyes catch Katsuki again. “My my, I would have thought you’d at least mourn the death of a partner. You’re not much different from an emotionless Nomu, are you?”

Katsuki’s eyebrow twitches. “The fuck are you saying? No one is dead except you!”

The Nomu’s beak gapes, seemingly to smile with its sharp teeth. “Denial, I see. Trust me boy, your friend is not getting up.”

Katsuki’s brain cannot fathom what the monster is saying, so he does not try to. “Watch my back, Deku! I’m going in!”

The first explosion is weaker than he’d like, but it brings him high enough to collide with All for One’s last creation. He releases another blow directly at its face, yelling. The monster spews a surprised yawp and falls back. Katsuki waits for the follow-up attack, green lightning striking for a quick finish. But…it never comes.

Katsuki falls through the air, confused.

Where is Izuku?

When he lands on his feet, his ankles give out. He curses from the ground, glaring at the sky. Waiting. Where is the lightning? Where is their victory?

He makes the mistake of looking down.

Izuku’s body remains motionless several feet away, covered in dirt.

“Deku,” he calls out. “Do you copy?”

There is no response. He must have fallen asleep, the bastard.

Something irks inside Katsuki—an anger that is reserved for Izuku and his ass-making decisions. How could he fall unconscious in the middle of battle?

“Deku, get up you idiot.”

Still, quiet.

Creeping apprehension cuts deep through Katsuki’s brain.

“Oi, what are you doing? The villain is coming back!”

Denial denial denial.

He tries to stand, but collapses pathetically to his knees. He begins to crawl.

An obstacle, an impossibility that he cannot compute within his mind, seems to block his rational thoughts. He draws closer, closer to the sleeping boy.

But Izuku’s eyes are open.

Strange.

Izuku isn’t supposed to look like this.

Read the rest on Ao3, "The Last" (I'm too lazy to reformat all of it on Tumblr)

Izuku takes shooting lesson with Lady Nagant seriously beside his teaching career and helping some missions before he even receive the suit 😗

(Just wanna draw izuku being a cool sniper, sue me)

(Bakugo thinks Izuku is cool too but he is too shy to admit fufu)

By the way Izuku only use tranquilizer bullets for the villains 🙏🏼 some more destructive bullets will be used for other type of thing :D

double deku!!

+a bonus comic (manga spoilers)

Izuku: Why go to a haunted house when you can BE the haunted house?

Class 1-A:

Bakugo: What does that even mean?

Izuku: It means ghosts live in me.

Bakugo: W-WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Yeah... it's now April, and I'm a big fat liar. Another project has taken over my time, but I swear I haven't abandoned The Cooridors 😭

Heeyyy are you ever going to finish or publish THE CORRIDORS because that my favorite fic😭😭. I was wondering since it’s not in aO3 anymore

Yes!! I had to pull it off Ao3 for a quick revision and rewrite now that I have a new Beta :// It should be back up mid-February <33

aizawa and izuku love shit talking together actually.

After the very awkward transition from teacher and student to colleagues, sit around in the teachers lounge in mostly silence. they work in silence -- well, mostly silence, as Izuku mumbles to himself.

"Keji, in my class?" Izuku says after hours of silence. "The pink haired kid?"

"The one that blew up the bathroom sink? What about him?"

"He's been very-- He's--" Izuku hems and haws. "He's been kind of a cunt."

Aizawa looks up from his computer, torn between shock and awe. "Midoriya."

"Well-"

"You're right, but you shouldn't say it." Aizawa picks up his coffee, mostly to hide his smile behind the rim, "You just call kids like that problem children."

laundry mix ups at Heights Alliance

+ bonus

#INeedMedicine #BeautifulArt

Here with you

+ bonus danganronpa blood version