The Truth Is Out

Riding a Wave That Never Breaks

Manga spoilers and Dark themes

Sometimes you can’t escape your inner demons no matter how much time has passed. Four amazing years may pass, but that darkness is only one storm away.

Midoriya struggled a lot with depression growing up. Despite having a loving mother and a safe home environment, the torture he suffered through the day was too much.

Midoriya loved everything about the hero world and how he could escape into fantastic fantasies. He was constantly diving deep, imagining alternate universes where he was respected by his peers. Midoriya craved positive attention or for the hollow feeling inside him to vanish.

On the days Midoriya didn’t have school, he’d curl up in his bed and never move. Unless his mother sweetly called him for dinner or suggested some bonding time, the day was spent wasting away underneath a comforter.

Midoriya was lucky to have met Toshinori. The man gave Midoriya a sense of purpose that he had been missing. Toshinori saw something in Midoriya that Midoriya never saw in himself. It was like he was reborn, suddenly showered in affection, and given a list of things to do to better himself.

Midoriya trained his mind and body every day. Midoriya was eating healthy and filling meals three times a day. By the end of the day, Midoriya was ready to sleep. With getting proper sleep, intake of nutrients, and producing endorphins through intense training, Midoriya was feeling much better.

Despite the upward climb, there were times Midoriya gave into the gloom. He’d skip showering, not study, ignore the tangles in his hair, never change out his uniform at the end of the day, sleep the day away, not sleep at all, and a plethora of other things he did when things were getting bad.

Neglecting his needs was one thing, but he’d harm himself in more direct ways. He never thought much about it, simply seeing it as a way to relieve the tension in his head and the tightness in his chest. He did it in places he knew would never see the light of day.

In a short two years, Midoriya was seventeen and dealing with mountains of trauma he didn’t know how to digest. Midoriya was surrounded by people who brought out the best in him, but he could feel himself slipping.

“I’m not hungry, sorry.”

“I really needed to catch up on sleep.”

“Can we reschedule? I’m so sorry something came up.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit behind on my studies.”

“Maybe some other time?”

Midoriya slowly withdrew himself from his peers. With the door locked, lights off, and the silence of the soundproof walls made it easy for the sickening sweet voice in the back of his mind to grow louder.

“Was this all worth it?”

“You served your purpose, you aren’t needed anymore.”

“They probably are happy you aren’t around as much.”

“That sounds like so much work.”

“You really can’t amount to anything.”

“A lazy hero is good for nothing.”

With an empty stomach and an ache in his heart, Midoriya closed his eyes and slept the dark thoughts away. When an alarm broke him out of his nightmare, he slept through his usual morning run.

It didn’t take long for everyone to notice something was off. Todoroki, worried and unsure of what to do in this situation, practically fed Midoriya lunch, not giving him a chance to skip a meal. If he had to guilt-trip Midoriya into it he would.

“I got this just for you,” revealed Todoroki, extending out the warm bowl of katsudon.

Midoriya would softly smile, sitting next to his best friend and enjoying the warm meal. The perfect crunch of the breading and the juiciness of the pork nearly brought him to tears. It didn’t matter what meal it was, Midoriya would swallow every last bite to respect his friend's kindness.

Bakugo talked with Toshinori and Aizawa, knowing that they may no longer be Midoriya’s teachers, but they were parental figures. He knew something was wrong and this was bigger than him and his classmates. Aizawa and Toshinori weren’t constants in Midoriya’s life, but their value remained. Their assistance would mean so much more than the nineteen people who are constantly around him.

During the war, Midoriya never once reached out for help when he was working himself to death. If Midoriya was experiencing something that was troubling him or he couldn’t save himself from whatever he was going through, Bakugo would pull him out.

It seemed that Toshinori and Aizawa had a hunch that something like what was happening would happen soon enough. Aizawa knew very well that the trauma Midoriya refused to acknowledge would come back tenfold.

Toshinori knew the psychological damage he experienced over the years by dealing with his demons. Being the number one hero and having the entire world on his shoulders was a burden he wouldn’t wish on anyone. That’s why he originally gave Midoriya the quirk. He believed he was simply passing on a powerful quirk.

When it came out that All for One was not dead and that he had a successor, Toshinori felt guilt consume him. He put Midoriya in a situation far worse than the one he’d lived through.

Midoriya watched nearly all the people he cared about die and/or be on the brink of death. Midoriya watched thousands of innocent people die, unable to do anything. There was an evil far worse than any the world had seen before and Midoriya had to face it himself.

Midoriya had to shove all his emotions deep down as he was forced to see the corpse of someone he cherished dearly. Midoriya was a kid but wasn't in a position to handle the situation as one.

Midoriya was struggling with the trauma of the war and the pressure he was put under. Midoriya would forever be scarred from the responsibility placed in his hand. Yet, deep down, Midoriya was ashamed of the itch he had to be important.

There was this craving for chaos and the fight to the death. Suddenly nothing was going on and the feeling of worthlessness settled in. Midoriya didn't want innocent people to die again or for the world to be in danger, but he felt like something was missing without the danger.

The guilt of missing something so horrible killed him more than what he was put through. Maybe they were interconnected in some way but, in Midoriya's mind, wanting it to happen again was a different trauma response than his episode of depression.

Sometimes, Midoriya's brain filled itself with noise when the world was too quiet. The earth-shattering sounds of the battle and his scream mixing with the screams of the rest of the world would haunt him. The rare spots on his wall where there was no All Might merchandise, Midoriya's eyes would focus on the white wall and let the rest of his room fade away.

Midoriya could fall into a staring contest with his wall while standing, sitting, or lying down. There were no limits and he usually would catch himself doing it whenever he was in the security of his room. These moments of pure disassociation could last from anywhere of a couple of seconds to over an hour.

It was Saturday night and Bakugo was going to drag Midoriya down to study with the class. He figured surrounding him with everyone would help get him out of his head a bit. He always liked to think he knew Midoriya the best, but he didn't know the first thing to do to help Midoriya snap out of whatever mental decline he was trapped in.

"Izuku, I'm coming in," announced Bakugo, hand already turning the door handle.

Bakugo didn't think much about not receiving any response and opened the door. Midoriya was on his bed, lying on his side as he stared at his wall motionlessly.

"Nerd?"

Midoriya didn't seem to notice Bakugo or even signal he heard Bakugo address him. Bakugo started panicking, worried Midoriya was unresponsive. Bakugo started looking over Midoriya after dropping to his knees beside the bed.

"Shit, Izuku. Look at me!" begged Bakugo, reaching to check for a pulse. He cursed himself for not paying closer attention to Midoriya's health. It took seconds for Bakugo to feel the steady thumping of Midoriya's pulse under his fingers.

Midoriya blinked, feeling the warm touch and wanting to lean into it. His vision of the wall was blocked by Bakugo's worried expression and he couldn't help but feel like everything was okay for this split second in time.

Tears started falling and Midoriya couldn't find the strength in himself to stop. Midoriya let his whole body shake with each sob he let rip through his body. He hated feeling so hopeless and feeling stuck in such a horrible mindset. It was a scary feeling to have no control over.

Bakugo didn't need to hear anything to know that Midoriya needed him at that moment. Bakugo reached for Midoriya's hand and took it securely in his own before resting his forehead against Midoriya's. Rough and crooked fingers intertwined and squeezed soft and powerful fingers.

"I don't know what to do Kacchan," wept Midoriya, feeling safe to express himself.

Bakugo remained quiet momentarily before letting his gut do the talking. "You don't have to know what to do all the time. Sometimes life sucks and you have to let others make it less shitty."

Midoriya cried harder, pulling out his other hand to gently wrap it against Bakugo's wrist. "I can't do this anymore."

"And you don't have to. I'm here. If you can't handle burdens on your own, I'm here. Let me help, Izuku," stressed Bakugo, brushing Midoriya's bangs out of his forehead. "I'll be there to save you every time you need a hero."

Midoriya felt like the room was no longer caving in on him and that the world finally had air to spare. His grip on Bakugo momentarily tightened before he took a deep breath. There was something so incredible about Bakugo and how he never failed to be Midoriya's anchor. Bakugo never failed to reach his hand out to lift Midoriya out of the pit he was trapped in.

“Let’s go take a shower, grab you something to eat, and how about we go study? You don’t need to be alone and if you get overwhelmed we can ditch,” guided Bakugo as he removed his one hand from Midoriya’s bangs to poke his freckles.

Still feeling vulnerable, Midoriya let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, can you just stay here with me for a bit?”

Bakugo rose from his uncomfortable position and crashed beside Midoriya on his bed. “You could ask me to destroy the world and I’d do it.”

Midoriya smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up by the powerful confession. “You sure know how to make a boy feel special.”

“After existing in a world without you… I never wanted to experience it again.”

Midoriya suddenly realized he had something he could use to anchor himself down. He remembered seeing Bakugo lying in the crumbling field of injured heroes. He remembered the dread that filled him upon seeing the sickeningly beautiful sight of Bakugo’s peaceful resting expression. The crushing horror of seeing his unbreathing, bloodied body would forever haunt his dreams.

Why would he give up a life where Bakugo was right next to him?

“I never want to experience it either,” professed Midoriya, feeling a warmth fill his chest, seeing the scars that littered Bakugo’s body. Those scars were proof that this boy before him would always defy and twist fate to come back to him.

The downward spiral ended when he was forced to remember every wonderful thing he had to live for. He had to live for Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Eri, Aizawa, Toshinori, his mother, and the surplus of people whom he never wanted to live without.

Overcoming depression wasn’t easy and his recovery wasn’t going to be fast. There would be those moments when the exhaustion that filled him was too much or the pressure of outside expectations killed his appetite and kept him up at night. The battle was a lot easier being surrounded by people who never failed to bring a smile to his face.

Freshly cleaned and fed, Midoriya had his bookbag filled with unfinished homework and study guides. Bakugo was right next to him, wearing an accomplished grin as he plopped down next to Midoriya. The excited greetings of his classmates washed away any bits of anxiety that he may have had left.

“Ready to get this study game on?” questioned Kirishima happily upon seeing two of his best buds appear together.

“Yeah! I’ll admit I’m a bit behind,” admitted Midoriya meekly.

Iida seemed to not care about the fact that Midoriya got behind on schoolwork and smiled warmly. “Well let’s get you caught up!”

Midoriya eagerly nodded, feeling the buzz of his classmate's excitement rub off on him. They were all gathered together to study, but Midoriya couldn’t help but be overjoyed to be with them at that moment.

Things would be okay.

Giggling, kicking my legs, cutely resting my chin in my hands 🥰🫵💕✨

thing i had in my brain, idk i felt like doodling it. just some post-war bakugo deku fluff don't mind me (i can't write them for shit lol.)

//me totally not nervous about showing shipping doodles of these dorks nope.

Slayyy

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Gymnast Hinata!

It wasn’t uncommon for Hinata to say after practice and work on his Volleyball.

Recently he was leaving as soon as Coach dismissed them running off to god knows where the opposite direction of his house.

No one picked up on his muscles, even before he came to Karasuno. They just assumed it came with him being short even though Noya wasn’t built like him.

Eventually they decided to find out where he went to anytime he hurried away. Thankfully since Suga had Hinata sharing his location with him they could track him down.

“Why would Hinata be heading to a gym?”

Tsukishima was officially irritated, “So he run inmedetly after practice to go and work out more?”

Tanaka wipes a tear from his eye, “So manly.”

Asahi waved his hands trying to calm the growing questions and irritation, “Well the gym has multiple sections, for all we know he could be running or meeting his mom or something!”

Daichi sighed with relief finally hearing someone thinking logically, “Thank you, besides none of us have asked.”

Yamaguchi finally spoke up, “Yet Hinata announces everything he does. For instance his bathroom songs.”

Kageyama nodded having to agree, “Yes he literally is always explaining what he’s doing or what he’s going to do. He’s never once explained going to a gym after practice.”

A new suspicion rose. Was Hinata purposely hiding something from them. Hinata was never one to keep secrets. He even told the team about his fathers death, and the effect it had on his family.

They approached the main entrance finding him located in the gymnastics section. Opening the doors the room was huge. Bars, balance beams, giant open floors, vaults, crazy stuff.

They heard a male shouting, he looked about 19 someone in their first year of college. He was built well and had hair similar to Suga’s yet it was a bright red. A charming face yet there was this fire behind it as he yelled.

There stood Hinata he was wearing a orange sleeveless leotard with plain black spandex. You could see his shoulders, back, chest, and upper arms decorated in freckles. The tight fitting shorts hugged his surprisingly big ass. His thighs and calves flexing as his arms straightened behind him as he prepared himself to move. He was at this point practicing some things for his upcoming floor routine in a competition.

They all froze in their tracks watching the man yell at Hinata who nodded looking at his bare feet for a moment before looking back up and taking a hard sprint before sending himself flying into the air.

Double layout full + Split jump

Biles + Front layout

Front full through to Mukhina

Switch leap

Split leap 1.5

Silivas

Their breaths were taken away as this was Olympic worthy skills put together. Hinata smiled each one he landed after his last one he simply laid on the ground the man picking him out throwing him into the foam pit.

“That was perfect! Now do it again, fail and you’re going it again.”

Hinata crawled out of the pit shoving him, “It isn’t easy constantly being on my feet and putting tons of pressure on them over 4 hours each day!”

“You’re fault you wanted to play volleyball.”

“I wanted to be on a team! Besides I’m very happy with volleyball and wouldn’t every give it up!”

Tanaka and Noya were screaming running over, “Hinata you’re so cool!”

Hinata froze staring at the two, “What are you.. doing here?”

Looking over seeing the rest of his teammates there he had a horrified smile on his face collapsing knocked out.

The man smiled, “Ah you must be his teammates! Nice to finally meet you, I’m his friend and personal Coach Hakuryū Nariaki.”

Daichi smiled shaking his head, “I’m his captain Daichi Sawamura, pleasure to meet you.”

Suga brightly rushing over to Hinata helping I’m up even though he was still out like a light, “I’m vice-captain Kōshi Sugawara!”

The rest of the introductions were made and Hinata was now snoring, “Hey does anyone know where he lives? I think he should take off the rest of training today and get some sleep.”

Everyone stared at Kageyama who was very opposed to the idea, “How am I alone supposed to get him up that hill?”

Tanaka twirled his keys on his fingers, “Give me the location and I’ll get you there.”

Nodding they just stared at Hinata, “So how long is his practices here?”

“Normally two hours every other day. I had to cut back on the amount he practices because he’d push himself too hard with both sports and end up collapsing from exhaustion or stress.”

Daichi quickly, “Thank you for telling us, we will bring this up to our Coach and figure out how to make this as benifit always for Hinata as possible.”

Damn Hinata was fit, but why was he hiding his skills?

Fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Deku just because.

Men Would Do WHAT With A McChicken?

Major BNHA Manga Spoilers Ahead

It was a difficult time after the war for Midoriya. Despite his victory, there was a lot he had to deal with in the aftermath. By the time he graduated, the backlash from the war died down and he was able to enjoy his time as the greatest hero.

Midoriya started a lot of programs for people being discriminated against because of their quirk. He also worked hard to start organizations that protected quirkless people. Even if he’d never be the number one hero, he’d still find ways to save people. The phantom of Shigaraki always reminded him to continue forward at the same rate he had been going.

Interviews were a very common thing for Midoriya. He did interviews more to bring awareness to problems going on rather than to be personally recognized. That was one thing people admired about him. Nonetheless, he was popular, and people were interested in him. There would always be times when he couldn’t necessarily avoid talking about himself.

Many individuals looked up to the hero Deku and some even developed deep parasocial relationships with him. Midoriya, of course, tried not to think about it much. He appreciated all of his fans, but he didn’t believe he was someone people could idolize.

There was a popular company that would make support items for everyday individuals to help them handle their quirk. A lot of quirks go against usual human anatomy making it hard to live normally. For instance, having a quirk where the individual grows drastically every time they eat.

The company worked closely with Midoriya as he funded a lot of their bigger projects to make it cheaper for those who need the gear. It was brought to Midoriya’s attention that they were being sought out by a popular talk show for an interview.

Midoriya was volunteered by the company to be the one to attend.

Not worrying much, as their biggest investor, he happily agreed to attend the interview. It was another chance to talk about the company’s goals and how those in need of help should remember there are always places to go. The pro of being popular was that he could use his platform to do good in the world no matter how big or small the goal.

Class 1-A had been super close, but the war made things rather awkward. There were a lot of unresolved traumas, and a lot of important discussions were avoided. When the class graduated their communication only declined further. A big part of their lack of communication was the tight schedules they were given during their first years as hero interns at big hero agencies.

There was no bad blood, but the lack of communication when serious conversations needed to be held broke the strong bond. Midoriya was the main victim of it. Everyone avoided him, worried he’d tear open the wounds they wanted to hide away.

When they realized that Midoriya had been reaching out for help and not to help, it was already too late. Midoriya finished his schooling to be a hero but never went to an agency or had a career as a pro hero.

Only those who stayed in touch knew he went to college to get a degree in business and education. Aizawa was more than happy to give him a recommendation as well as to vouch for him to be hired. Nezu didn’t have to be convinced to hire Midoriya when everything was said and done.

Who would have thought the first thing they would hear about their old friend for the first time in years would be a crazy news article?

Fuck a McChicken Izuku Midoriya, formerly known as hero Deku, opens up during his recent interview. He describes his relationship with the public and reveals more intimate parts of his life as a public figure. ... Despite the heavy topics throughout the interview things take a hilarious turn of events when talking about the public's perception of him.

Everyone who knew Midoriya in U.A. rushed to watch this recent interview he had. Much to their surprise, he looked amazing. His skin glowed and his style significantly changed. He carried himself with great confidence and remained incredibly welcoming.

Many tried skipping the part that was the most replayed but found that they needed a bit more context and backed up to the beginning of that conversation.

“Moving on to something more lighthearted! Let’s talk about modeling!” began the interviewer, Katagiri Nanao, as she flashed a bright smile.

Midoriya perked up, a bit surprised by the question. “Oh, okay! I’ve never been asked about my modeling gigs before!”

Katagiri nodded, raising a hand to exaggerate her agreement. “Which I have to say is crazy! Those magazines immediately sell out whenever you’re in them!”

“Thank you, I appreciate it. Now, what would you like to know?” questioned Midoriya, leaning back in his seat calmly.

“What was it like to be in the public eye as a model and representative than as a popular hero figure?” inquired Katagiri, her body language and expression signaling she wasn’t eager to get gritty details but rather a bigger picture of who Midoriya is.

Pausing momentarily, the question seemed to only grow louder in Midoriya’s head. “Well, it was strange but incredibly freeing.”

“Why do you say that?” pressed Katagiri, finding Midoriya to be an incredibly interesting person.

“I harbored so many bad memories during my time as a hero. My body has been damaged beyond repair. Through the fight with All for One, I lost my quirk. I lost the respect of many people when the news broke. I didn’t see a point in trying to become a hero anymore. It didn’t seem fulfilling, and people deserve someone better than me. Changing careers was the best decision of my life.”

With his back straight and tall, Midoriya looked directly into the camera with a shameless smile. He wasn’t going to sugarcoat how it had been a hellish experience for him.

Katagiri slowly shook her head, aware of how bad things had been for Midoriya. “I must applaud your perseverance. You were only sixteen years old when the first war broke out and freshly seventeen when the final war occurred. To have the entire world depend on you must have been scary.”

“I believe the scariest part was the lack of empathy I received from the public. It was a scary point in time, but I had grown adults screaming at me and calling me a monster. It was extremely dehumanizing,” confessed Midoriya with a tone that sounded rather distant as the memories rushed back.

“It’s a shame what the world did to you. I’m very happy to know you are in a much better place now,” shared Katagiri, her finger tenderly wrapping around Midoriya's heavily scarred hand.

Midoriya took a deep breath, doing his best not to cry. Giving Katagiri’s hand a quick squeeze he went back to where they left off. “I think being in the public eye is much easier now that they don’t expect anything out of me.”

Katagiri grinned, slapping her hands against the arm of her chair. “I believe it! I don’t think I’ve seen one negative thing said about your appearance in magazines.”

“Oh really? I mean, I purposely avoid seeing anything negative written about me,” meekly admitted Midoriya, scratching the back of his neck.

“This may be a personal question, and you don’t have to answer, but would you say you are an insecure person or are sensitive to hateful comments?” asked Katagiri hesitantly. She did not want to put Midoriya in an awkward position, but she wanted to know if there was a reason he avoided negative comments.

“No, not necessarily. I don’t see much of a point worrying about what people think of my body as much as I care about what they think of my motives,” answered Midoriya fluidly, a calmness returning over both him and Katagiri as the question didn’t offend him.

Katagiri couldn’t help but be surprised to hear that Midoriya didn’t care too much about what others thought about his body. Sure, models appear to be confident, but most people have something they are insecure about or would want to change. If strangers were saying rude things or pointing out the insecurity, Katagiri assumed it would affect anyone including Midoriya.

“Why’s that?” asked Katagiri with amusement in her tone.

Midoriya’s expression surprised everyone watching. A charming smirk spread across his lips and his eyes returned to the screen with a dangerous glint of mischief.

“It's flattering knowing men desire me. But then I remember a man would also have sex with a McChicken. So, I don't let it get to my head.”

It's hard to imagine that that interview was everyone’s reintroduction to Midoriya. Well, at least that was the case for everyone who abandoned and forgot about Midoriya when he left the hero sphere. Nonetheless, people found themselves missing that space Midoriya used to fill. Guilt was quick to accompany that loneliness.

Meanwhile, those who remained close to Midoriya were thriving when they saw the hilarious moment in the serious interview.

Bakugo, one of the few people who remained in contact with Midoriya after they graduated from U.A., laughed uncontrollably. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone to call the freckled nerd. Todoroki, another one of the few people, smiled at the screen and scooted closer to Bakugo to also get in on the call.

Unaware of how he had just broken the internet, Midoriya quickly picked up the call with a happy greeting. “Kacchan!”

“Hey Izuku. Icy-hot is here too,” warned Bakugo, looking at Todoroki who was creepily smiling at the phone.

“Hi Shoto,” welcomed Midoriya gently, having a soft spot for Todoroki after everything he’d been through.

“Hi Izuku,” replied Todoroki calmly, shoving his head in front of Bakugo’s to get closer to the phone speaker.

Bakugo quickly swung the phone away as he shouted, “Ever heard of personal space Icy-Hot Bastard?”

The duo’s mini fight was cut short by the beautiful laughter emitting from the other end of the call. Midoriya needed that laugh; he missed his lunch break and was in desperate need of comic relief.

“So,” drawled Midoriya from the other end of the call, “not that I mind you calling, but what do you need?”

Bakugo smirked, looking at the captions of the video he had just watched. “Does sex with a McChicken sound familiar?”

Silence was the only response Bakugo got. Midoriya practically melted off his chair and into a puddle on the floor. While he knew that his interviews did reach far and wide, he didn’t think that his friends watched them, let alone Bakugo and Todoroki.

“Izuku?” called out Bakugo, the happy tone prior had been replaced by a concerned one.

Feeling guilty about ruining the mood, Midoriya complained, “I can’t believe you saw that.”

“It’s all over the news, Nerd,” chuckled Bakugo, watching as Todoroki instantly relaxed.

“What!?” Midoriya’s scream nearly caused Bakugo to drop his phone.

“Yeah, everyone is talking about how funny it is you said guys would fuck a McChicken,” pitched Todoroki, feeling proud for helping his friend process the information.

“Oh god… while I am happy this grabbed people’s attention, this is not what I want to be known for,” sighed Midoriya as he ran his fingers through his bangs.

Bakugo rolled his eyes while Todoroki frowned.

“Come on Freckles. Now that people have seen that viral clip there is a chance they’ll watch the whole interview or follow you on social media. One way or another, this is not only funny as hell, but it’s a good business opportunity,” offered Bakugo. He was aware Midoriya was used to unwanted press, but he has never had to worry about people focusing on something that could overshadow his mission.

Midoriya let out a soft huff before focusing on Bakugo’s words. “You’re right! Besides, I didn’t lie. I shouldn’t care about a man’s opinion of my appearance when they would fuck my armpit if I let them.”

Let’s just say Kirishima was highly concerned when he came back to the agency for his lunch break only to see Bakugo and Todoroki knelt over laughing.

Bullshit

(minor Langst)

“It’s doesn’t matter.”

Lance maintained composure his face dimming with every word someone spoke to him. Darkness in his eyes eventually forced people to stop talking.

“Who gives a shit, God!”

Throwing his hands up Lance almost immediately shoved past his group into the wide crowd of aliens.

“God damn it Allura! You really pushed him over the edge,” Shiro said as a matter of factly.

“Oh, cause I’m the only one to blame idiot! You should start acting like the leader of Voltron and not a baby!”

Pidge glances to oncoming BOM and Keith, “Okay so Lance is nowhere to be found because of you imbeciles and Keith’s coming!”

Hunk sighed, “I’ll go and look for him...”

Lance was now running, he had no idea when he started but he was and he felt like screaming into the vast void in front of him. His head, light, and brain foggy he didn’t know how to feel. How to be Lance.

Rushing out into a giant open field of flowers, resembling blue daisy’s, his mother's favorite flower he felt the world spinning as if everything around him was not functioning. The wind started picking up, developing into a bunch of flower petals soaring through the entire kingdom.

Allura feeling bad decided she was to apologize and lead the entire team to follow Hunk. Yet upon reaching the door Hunk still stood there seemingly frozen at the scene unfolding before him.

Rushing out they all looked for Lance, soon Keith took the lead seemingly urgent and annoyed.

“What the hell is going on guys?”

Pidge crossed her arms, “Would you like me to explain for you, Princess?”

Allura turning with a strained smile, “If you must.”

Pidge smiled sarcastically speaking, “Oh it would be a pleasure,” immediately dropping the attitude she turned to Keith, “so team leader here and Allura have been on his ass all the time and it’s no help that I and Hunk haven’t come to his aid, so he finally snapped and walked away.”

Keith sighed, “I’m getting Lance.”

Lance was in the middle of the field and froze screaming, “Is there something wrong with me!”

Crashing to the soft grass underneath him everything fell, blue flower petals in his hair as he sat there all his freckles glowed.

He spotted Keith looking around frantically shouting out for him, “Lance?”

Lance up a single tear fell down, “Keith?”

Keith’s headshot in the direction of Lance, his gaze heavy like the lives of tons of heroes rested a hand on his shoulder. Lance smiled standing up, “Keith!”

The two sprinted to one another, the months of the two being apart, their friendship had only grown stronger into an unspoken of love. Lance took a running starting run to Keith throwing himself onto him. Slamming Keith to the ground he looked at him, tears streaming down his face as he smiled.

“I missed you, you fucking idiot!”

Keith cupped Lance’s cheek looking down at him a tear of his own starting to form before he leaned down and softly spoke the question already lingering between the lips of the two.

“Tell me to stop.”

Yet all Lance did was wrap his hands around Keith’s neck, a smile decorated on his perfect face, with perfect tears, and a perfect everything.

A tender kiss, one not too long but not too short, Keith pulling Lance up and into a hug they didn’t move.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you-”

“Shut up you’re here now and that’s all that matters to me.”

Pidge and Hunk stood there and after a bit, they joined the hug that Lance and Keith rearranged for. Lance then turned to Allura and Shiro and dragged them into the hug.

“That’s better, exactly the way it should be.”

Keith smirked kissing Lance’s forehead, “Hah, that’s bullshit!”

My face fell, “Damn straight, we had a mission so let’s actually do our job.”

Putting on my helmet I generated my bayard, “Okay let’s see what weapon I’m given today.”

Not my surprise it waited for me to choose, I shrugged deciding to go with a smaller gun. The smaller the gun, the easier it is to attack and aim.

Typing up a message to Lotor as Pidge tried to track down the location of the Galra I smiled brightly under the shaded screen of my helmet.

Keith and I kissed -Lance

Oh, really? I’m so happy for you -Lotor

Thank you now all you have to do is confess to Allura -Lance

Pidge’s voice snapped me out of my activities and made me realize everyone was looking at me.

“What?” I slightly snapped at them. Not used to having them sincerely be interested in what I was doing.

They all looked away to Pidge as she spoke, “I found an underground base Galra are camping at. Probably holding valuable information.”

Nodding I made my way as the map was shared with everyone.

Clipping in my ear chip I decided to call Lotor.

“Hey, I thought you were on a mission.”

“I am just bored, what are you doing?”

“Ah, nothing crazy just organizing my papers and information. The chips crazy jam-packed.”

I hummed in response as he became venting about his skincare and conditioner. I walked around taking down enemies. Ducking beneath a stand I shot at two sentries.

“Okay, so it’s not just me who’s having horrible skin! Besides conditioner makes my hair oily.”

Taking down the last enemy before the castle entrance I smiled, “Sorry Lotor I’m about to meet with the king I’ll call you later.”

“Bye Lance better stay safe for me!”

Hanging up I slammed open the doors scoffing at the weakness the Galra presented before noticing something was off.

The fighting wasn’t over.

Feeling a weight in my hand, I subconsciously knew it was my Altean broad sword.

Brightly I smiled as my eyes lit up, Keith rushes in after me but all I did in response was shrug my shoulders, smirk, and scoff all in unison.

I’m a bold voice I called out. Slashing my sword out.

“This is bullshit.”

Quiet? Langst.

The team was resting and made camp. At one point they all stopped and looked at Lance who was standing looking out at the horizon and looked down at his hands. He felt broken.

He no longer knew who he was, he knew they were going back to Earth, but would he even be the Lance his family knew and loved?

It was like the water was calling to me, past the cliff I was standing upon into the vast seas, seemingly clear but endless.

Where is this going?

Don’t leave me alone.

How do I do this all alone?

Activating my jet pack I took a step back swinging my arms as I flung myself off the cliff to soften the fall.

I need to know.

I need to go.

Into the great wide somewhere.

Allura got up screaming as she jumped after him.

Pidge after Allura.

Keith after Pidge.

Followed by Hunk.

When they reached the water and the bubbles cleared out there was a beautiful village filled with merpeople.

Hunk took a moment and looked on the map and froze, “This is the planet me and Lance were on when we were shot out of the wormhole.”

Allura’s tone worried instantly observing her surroundings, “Is this place bad?”

Hunk smiled slightly excited, ”No this was definitely my favorite place I’ve been at in space so far.”

The mermaids swam up smiling happily at Hunk hugging him and thanking him for his heroic acts the last time he was there

Hunk then asked where Lance was and the one mermaid bit her lip, “He’s with the queen and Plaxum.”

Hunk paused as her expression seemed to imply something was wrong, “Do you know why?”

The girl frowned shaking her he’d but nevertheless seemed worried,” No but Lance’s expression was beyond scary as we never thought a person as happy as him could feel so low.”

Keith stepped in needed to see him okay, “Take us to them.”

They were lead through the castle and all walked up to a room the entrance consisting of giant doors. The mermaid tapped on them and the doors opened up to find Plaxum hugging Lance tightly and protectively as he hugged her back and the queen was hovering around speaking to him with a face of sorrow.

“I could tell you were near and not feeling yourself so I drove you to me.”

She gasped looking over, “Welcome back Hunk we’ve missed you! And hello other paladins of Voltron.”

Allura walked up and extended out a hand, “I am princess Allura of Altea, the honors all mine.”

Luxia looked Allura up and down nodding, “Nice to meet you too I am Queen Luxia Of Otorica.”

Allura nodded quickly letting her hand fall to her side slightly embarrassed as Plaxum and Lance went to the back corner of the room where she held his face and smiled sadly at it and the others expected him to kiss her but she knew better than to kiss him and she loved him so much just it became for family like especially after being denied.

A guard stormed in, “The Baku is back-“

Lance snapped his head over his eyes puffy and red but his face gone frozen, “What do you mean?”

The guard huffed, “There is a small creature that is exactly like the one you and Hunk defeated long ago.”

Lance turned to Plaxum, “Shall we?”

Luxia extended a hand out holding an object. Lance looked at her and held his own hand out as she placed the object in his hand. It was his jelly fish hat and he put it on and Plaxum did the same with hers and the two flew out. The entire room had windows around so the Paladins could see it.

Lance blasted off to find a not as big but still very large Baku as it came right at him. People came over and started to attack. Plaxum grabbed Lance close to her and he held her, protecting her as she handed him bombs and he chucked them at people dodging all attacks inflicted torwards him and the Baku constantly was a pain in the ass.

Lance bit his lip begging for Blue, “Common Blue... I need you for this. Please girl.”

The Baku slammed into Lance who used his jet pack to recover and blasted off to The Baku and gasped for air when exposed as when the Baku rammed into him his helmet flew off. The blue lion roared and Plaxum was in the lions mouth like last time he grabbed the Baku and slammed it into a rock wall. Blue used it’s claws to climb up the wall as the Baku swam after him. His lion pressed off the wall doing an impressive flip and blasted the worm causing its blue guts to fly everywhere and all the sudden it sparked and electrocuted Blue. Lance let out a bone chilling scream.

Floating lifelessly Lance gasped for hair as blue grumbled, the calling of Plaxum waking him up. Groaning as his eyes slowly adapted to the light. He heard his team approaching.

Rushing to Lance who immiedietly gained composure grabbing onto the seat turning on gravity listened to thumping.

Chucking knowing they all fell they still ran in swarming his asking if was okay touching him and their gaze hovering over him.

Lance didn’t respond swatting at them and he couldn’t bring himself to feel any emotion.

Upon everyone leaving along with Lance, Allura pointed to Lance and turned to Plaxum begging for answers, “What is wrong with Lance?”

Plaxum crosses her arms, “You are your ‘team’ broke him, you stripped him clean of himself because none of you liked the real him and when he tried to change you then just ignored him is what I’m talking about.”

Allura and the team who had over heard looked to Lance making his way back to the castle with horrified expressions gasped.

In a small voice Keith was slapping his forehead feeling like an idiot, “Oh god, what have we done!”

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Mina was devilishly tapping her fingers together as she stared at Midoriya. “Sorry, but you lost the bet.”

“I didn’t even agree to the bet,” argued Midoriya nervously, not recalling Mina even stating it was a bet.

“Nonsense,” hushed Mina, rising from where she was sitting to grab her phone that was currently charging.

Midoriya groaned from where he was sitting. The sound caught the attention of Uraraka who was returning to the common room from filling up her water bottle. “Deku? What’s wrong?”

Midoriya looked up at Uraraka in despair. “It’s Mina.”

“What is she up to this time,” remarked Uraraka with an amused grin.

“She’s forcing me to do something because I lost a bet I never agreed to,” explained Midoriya weakly, sinking into the couch in despair. When it came to Mina, nothing could be done once she had an idea.

Uraraka nodded, sitting down next to Midoriya. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Besides, it’s not like she can force you to do anything outside the dorms.”

Relaxing a bit at the reminder it was storming outside, Midoriya took a sip out of his water bottle. “You’re right. It can’t be that bad right? She’ll probably force me to play a little prank on someone or something.”

“Probably, either that or she’ll make you do her homework,” laughed Uraraka, recalling how Mina once tried getting Momo to do her work but was forced to have a tutoring session instead.

Mina rushed back in with her phone and a bright smile. “I want you to recreate this!”

Midoriya raised a brow, letting Mina squish onto the couch with him and Uraraka. Mina had a video pulled up and it was some guy standing in heavy rain strutting, doing air splits, and backflips over music.

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laugh. Mina immediately proved the both of them wrong when they assumed the dare would be her usual silly antics.

“I can’t do that! I’m going to fall! Besides, if anyone sees me out there-!” argued Midoriya in a panic, trying to do whatever it took to get out of this.

Mina shook her head and pressed a finger against Midoriya’s lips to silence him. “Nope. Look, I’ll be nice, and I won’t force you to wear the big fluffy coat and ripped jeans.”

Midoriya sighed in defeat, not seeing much harm in the dare when no lightning was outside. The only risk was him getting sick and he decided to set down some conditions of his own.

“Have a towel and warm tea prepared for me. If I end up getting sick you owe me katsudon until I’m recovered,” ordered Midoriya, willing to do the dare, but wanting to have some say in what happened.

Mina extended her deal with a wide smile. “Deal! Uraraka, would you be an angel and grab that stuff? I’m going to go out to record this!”

Midoriya wilted, forgetting that Mina loved having everything on her phone. He couldn’t blame her though, some of these simple funny moments were nice to look back on when things got rough. Uraraka smirked and threw herself up. “Fine, but I’m going to need that video for myself.”

Kirishima was curious about what was going on and approached Uraraka. “Hey, where are Mina and Midoriya heading off to?”

Uraraka crossed her arms with a grin. “Mina is forcing Midoriya to recreate some video out in the storm.”

“No way! I gotta see this!” laughed Kirishima, immediately pulling out his phone and texting one of his multiple group chats. He sent the quick message “Come down to the common room immediately, it's important,” to Kaminari, Sero, Bakugo, and Jiro.

Kaminari and Sero came down along with Sato, Ojiro, and Tokoyami. Jiro came down with Momo and Hagakure, and Bakugo came down alone. It seemed that Bakugo thought it was something serious because he practically exploded when he saw the rest of the class wasn’t there.

“What the hell Shitty Hair?” shouted Bakugo, immediately sending off some small explosions.

“Woah man, calm down! Everyone, follow me to the window!” instructed Kirishima, not trying to set Bakugo off even more.

It only took seconds for the group to understand why Kirishima told them to come down urgently. Mina and Midoriya were standing in the open field as rain was crashing down. Mina had her phone held up while Midoriya was doing mind-boggling flips toward her.

While Midoriya could do a perfect split, he had trained kicking enough that he could fake it. If he did an air split fast enough, no one would be able to tell his left leg didn’t perfectly come up all the way. When Midoriya reached Mina he managed to land his last flip without falling and went straight into a backflip.

Once Midoriya stuck the landing of his back flip he took in a quick breath, jumped into the air and shot his legs out, faking the split like a pro.

Mina collapsed to the ground, cackling. Midoriya crossed his arms and looked up at the sky that was dark and pouring down rain. Midoriya then looked down at Mina, said something, and suddenly Mina was sprinting back toward the dorm building.

Uraraka was already standing by the door with towels and warm tea waiting for them in the kitchen. Mina launched herself inside, the rain covering her face and mixing with her tears. “My phone!”

“Yeah, that’s my bad,” chuckled Midoriya, knowing that they had to retake the dance at least ten times before he got it right.

Walking further into the dorm, planning on going to the kitchen, the two froze when they saw the large group standing near the windows. Only the group was staring at them in disbelief and glee.

Midoriya bolted off before anyone could even ask him where he learned how to do any of that. Mina on the other hand didn’t stick around because she had to make sure her phone was okay. She couldn’t lose the video after just getting it!

Midoriya was fresh out of the shower when he texted Uraraka that he was sorry for not sticking around for the tea she made him. It seemed that Uraraka didn’t mind too much, even going as far as to say she’d reheat it and send someone up to deliver it to him.

Feeling bad and not wanting her to go out of her way to do something she didn’t have to, Midoriya frantically typed it wasn’t necessary and it was no big deal. A knock interrupted Midoriya’s guilt as he stared at the typing bubble from Uraraka. Rising from where he was sitting, Midoriya approached his door and pulled it open.

Bakugo stood in the doorway with a wide smirk. “So Izuku. Care to explain?”

Midoriya yelped, backing into his room. “Kacchan! What are you doing here?”

“Pink Cheeks. Now, tell me why you were out there performing like a goddamn acrobat,” demanded Bakugo, inviting himself in with two cups of tea.

“It’s really not as interesting as you may think. Mina told me I lost a bet and she dared me to recreate a video,” elaborate Midoriya swiftly, not wanting to beat around the bush when it came to Bakugo.

“Go figure. Why do you always manage to get wrapped up in her dumb schemes,” grumbled Bakugo, crashing onto Midoriya's bed.

Midoriya smiled a bit, looking at his desk where Bakugo managed to put down the tea without him noticing. “If I knew how, I wouldn't have been out there.”

Bakugo scoffed, staring at Midoriya where he was standing. “Where the hell did you learn how to do a split?”

“I can’t really do a split, but after using my legs so much I guess I got more flexible,” assumed Midoriya. He didn’t know how he managed to get so limber. He did his usual stretches to avoid injuries but didn’t go out of his way to work on flexibility.

“It sure as hell looked like a split to me,” argued Bakugo. It didn’t take a genius to see a true split.

Midoriya smiled, sitting next to Bakugo on the bed. “When the rain clears up we can head to the gym and see for sure.”

“Alright, just don’t cry when you find out I’m right,” professed Bakugo confidently, making a home on Midoriya’s bed.

“You’re an idiot,” laughed Midoriya, finally lying down next to Bakugo.

“Shut up!”