bakerstreet | What's the problem? I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love.

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What's the problem? I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love.

❝HEAD OVER ♡ HEELS❞
Perhaps you're the kindest, most love-filled person in the world. Or, on the other hand, you may be a calculating, cold villain. Most likely, you fall somewhere in the middle. But for this meme, everyone in this spectrum has one thing in common: you feel love towards someone. Not a facade, not even lust, but real, true love. This, of course, complicates things, yet your love is all-consuming and cannot be ignored.

How To Play:

This is a shipping meme that operates on "true love." You're welcome to interpret that as you will through your character and your character's culture/society/canon, but what your character will feel is equivalent to love. Not pretending, not a falsehood, etc etc. Actual love. This may be hard for them but that's the point of the meme!
Comment with your preferences.
Comment around to others. Respect their preferences.
Use the prompts or make up your own ideas.

Prompts:
1. First Love: You've never felt love before, at least not romantic love.
2. Been Burned Before: You had a relationship or loved someone before, and it didn't go well.
3. Fighting It: Nope. You don't want love. Not gonna happen.
4. Confession: You decide not to fight it. Instead, you just want to give in and tell the person, for better or for worse. Good thing they love you back...
5. Courtship: You want to take it slow, so you're doing the dating thing. Awww, how sweet.
6. Do That To Me One More Time: The obligatory smut option. You're using the physical to show the emotional.
7. I Don't Deserve You: You don't think you deserve the affection of the amazing, perfect person who loves you, disgusting and horrible and broken you.
8. Forbidden: It had to be here. You're both members of different factions, species, classes, and so on. But nothing will stand in the way of your feelings unless you let it.
9. Be My Bad Boy: Similar to the above but one of you is "good" while the other is "evil." Despite this, your relationship is just as strong and just as pure as anyone else's.
10. For Your Own Good: We all know the romance trope. One party must leave the other, though they still love them desperately. They must make their love hate them for their own good.
11. Trying to Make It Work: Through good times and bad, you've decided to work together for what you feel, because you know you'll only ever love this person.
12. Back Together: You only had room for one person in your heart, and they were the one that got away. Now, though, you have another chance.
13. I Refuse to Leave: Sometimes, even true love isn't all that good. Sometimes it's destructive and painful, and the person you love isn't the one who's good for you. But they love you, and you can't leave.
14. Keep Your Hands Off!: You have to defend your partner, and you won't let anyone stand in the way.
15. Marry You: You've decided to make things permanent. You're getting married to this person, or whatever other bonding ceremony applies.
16. Doomed: You are seeing this love through to the end, even if you know one of you is dying, being taken away, or otherwise gone from the picture.
17. Wildcard

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[S7 compliant]

[Welcome to all]

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

[Very interested in castmates!]

(Would love to find a Vaughn for this prompt. Especially for those angsty mutual pining feels.)

[I'd love crosscanon and canon, equally!]

[Well helloooo there. Mind a Deku tossed your way?]

[Not at all! Any particular scenarios strike your fancy?]

[Honestly, I'm not picky! I'm (admittedly) partial to fluff, but I will happily follow your lead, regardless.]

[3 and 1? Bakugou would very much not know what to do with this new emotion]

[Sounds good to me! Do you want to write the starter, or should I?]

[If you wouldn't mind?]

[Hello, All Might? It's your biggest fan, Izuku. It's true that you're not omnipotent, and you can't hear thoughts through some random added bonus of One For All, but there is literally no other person he could go to right now.

See, he had um. A problem.

Not a big one, really!

...

Okay, look, this is awkward as all hell, even if he was just thinking to himself while staring deadass at the dorm kitchen stove at six in the morning, hair tousled from shaking himself awake and eyes sunken in from the lack of rest he was dealing with.

So, he was just going to just. Be out with it.

...

He and Kacchan were not always...on the best of terms, right? Like, sure, Izuku saw him as a friend. A close friend. An important friend (that he never bothered really talking to when it counted, but we're not talking about his own failures in their mutually complicated relationship right now). They even said things to each other, and could communicate now without it regressing into a screaming match or an avalanche of misunderstandings.

There was something here, is what he was trying to say. It wasn't the friendship he'd dared to hope for or anything, but it was a step towards that, maybe, and honestly, Izuku was happy with that. He was happy that he could compliment him and have Kacchan understand what he meant. He was happy that he could say hello without having his head (entirely) bitten off. He was happy that he could approach him without that usual middle school anxiety that hung over the two of them like a bad smell.

Things...then started to shift, just a little.

Or maybe he just noticed things that were there for years. Like how his chest warmed up when Kacchan would throw one of those cocksure smirks, or his fingers would itch when he noticed the light gently touching his hair, or really, really want to touch and examine Kacchan's hero costume, especially where it firmly clung to his pecs and waist.

Don't look at him like that. It was perfectly normal to want to look at and investigate a fellow hero's gear.

But then there was his heart beating quicker than normal, his eyes drifting to him every time they crossed paths...

And then there was the cherry on the cake: The Dream.

Yes, it deserved initial caps.

It started out like a lot of dreams with Kacchan seem to start: in middle school. Sometimes they would devolve into nightmares where he was eaten by the sludge monster or sucked through a portal in the ground, or become a bittersweet fantasy about the two of them laughing and joking together like actual, honest-to-Universe friends.

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Kacchan was waiting for him at the school gates, bag slung over his shoulder.

They were just walking to class together. No big deal. Except for some reason Kacchan was really insistent on grabbing his hand. Like, really insistent. Would not take no for an answer and gripped it like a lifeline as he near-dragged him across campus.

Weird. Especially with that flutter Izuku felt in his stomach. Nothing too bad yet, though.

Until they stopped in front of their class, and Kacchan stopped, staring at him. He stared right back, and while Real Izuku was wondering just what the fuck was going on, Dream Izuku seemed to have a Very Good Idea of what was going on, because Kacchan was leaning forward and he was leaning forward, and suddenly their lips were touching and it was quickly devolving into making out right there, right in front of their classroom, and--

--He'd woken up. That was 1 in the morning. He'd tried going back to sleep, but the questions kept ringing in his head. Why had he had a dream where he was middle school sweethearts with Kacchan, of all people? Why had his heart raced -- his real heart -- when their lips touched, why did he feel like he'd run a marathon when he'd woken up?

(He had a hunch, but he really didn't want--)

After being unable to sleep until around 5, he walked down to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

...

Too bad he'd just stood at the sink staring at nothing and muttering to himself for an hour.

So, All Might, if you could somehow astral-project into his brain and give him some reprieve from his spiralling thoughts, that would be wonderful.

At least it was Sunday.]

[Katsuki had a problem. And it wore a lot of green, had green eyes, greenish hair, even its name had the word 'green' in it.

So right now, green was quickly becoming Katsuki's favorite and least favorite color.

He would let himself have the luxury of a sigh at this very moment, except he was running with Kirishima on the gym's track at the moment. And he didn't want Kirishima to get an idea that he had a problem. Because then Kirishima would want to help Katsuki solve the problem.

And Bakugou Katsuki was more than happy to shove this particular problem in the back of his mind and leave it the fuck alone. Except maybe poke it with a stick to see if it was dead. Figuratively of course. He couldn't shove the physical cause of the problem in a closet and leave it there.

Him. Leave him there. Because Fucking Deku (who deserved the capital fuck) had invaded his brain.

Ever since the Fight Katsuki had seen Deku differently. It had forced him to rethink a lot of shit. It was pretty painful because while Bakugou is pretty self-aware when it comes to most things, introspection is not one of his favorite things. Usually, because he came up short of his own standards. This was different.

He knew what was happening and he hated it. Because there was no way this would go anywhere. For one reason because he didn't want this to happen. He had plans, and this problem didn't factor into it. For two, well, why the hell would Deku think of him like that?

(He was being very careful not label these feelings because names would make them more real than they already were)

He came to stop when he noticed Kirishima shouting at him, as he had run an extra half lap after Kirishima had stopped. He waved off his friend's concerns as not being fully awake and proceeded to cool down with him. Listening to Kirishima babble on about Tetsutetsu. Why the hell had he agreed to run with Kirishima at ass o'clock in the morning?

Oh yeah, because he had a Green Problem that wouldn't let him sleep.

He decided that a nice soak would be better than a shower, so left Kirishima to shower in the gym's locker room while he headed back to the dorms to take a bath.

And of course, because his life sucked balls, he walks into the kitchen to grab something to eat real quick before heading to the baths, and there his problem is. Shit.]

[Wow. This sure was terrible timing. Maybe he wasn't Quirkless after all prior to receiving One For All -- maybe his quirk was actually seeing Katsuki Bakugou everywhere he went regardless of how little it made sense.

Oh, and he was clearly exerted and tousled up from exercise. Training? Or was it just a morning jog?

(Aha. Morning Jog. Why didn't Izuku think of that, instead of staring into space like the nerdiest statue ever?)

His eyes trailed on Kacchan.

His face burned.]

Kacchan! G'morning!

[...Izuku, honey, if you were trying to be casual with that shit, it was failing. The tone pitched up near the end of the sentence, and that volume was far louder than it had any right to be. Also, the blushing face? Real subtle there, dude. The ramrod straight body and the picking up of random objects just to seem like you weren't just standing there staring into space?

What in the living hell were you going to do with a salt shaker and an egg-timer?

But that mental image kept washing into his brain. That feeling of a mouth on his--

Nope.

Not going there. Kacchan already caught him staring into space in weird hours of the night; he didn't have to think about kissing him, too. Come on, get it together!]

[Time stood still for a moment as they stared at each other. What the fuck? Seriously, this was normal. Get it together Katsuki.

Wait... was Deku checking him out? No. But then... why the fuck was his face turning red?

Shit. Now his cheeks were beginning to burn. And he was glad Deku was more dressed than he was because now he was remembering how good Deku looked without a shirt.

Fuck.

He gave a grunt and headed to the fridge, grabbing one of those balanced breaks with nuts, cheese, and raisins and then looked back at Deku who was...

Doing a dance with the salt shaker and egg-timer? What the hell? Why was this what he was having a Problem over?]

The fuck?

[Okay, at least that drove the picture of Deku in his swimsuit. But now he was thinking this was really cute. What the hell?

Okay, Katsuki, just remember. This is Deku. He's just weird. You shouldn't have a crus-

Wait. He wasn't naming the feeling. Shit. This was bad. He opened the packet and shoved some cranberry raisins and cashews into his mouth.]

Nothing! I uh. Grabbed. The wrong thing.

[Curse his mouth. Curse his rambling. Curse his muttering.

Izuku set down the egg-timer and salt-shaker as though they burned him, dipping down and digging in the cabinets for -- something. Anything.

Oh, good. A griddle. He could make eggs on it or something and maybe eat something that wouldn't be a big fat hole of nothing. He stood, though his nerves were begging him to look anywhere else other than Kacchan's face.

His red face.]

Aha. Ha. Found it. Was going to make some eggs and kind of. Lost myself in thought, you know? I do that a lot.

[Yes, everyone knows that.

Come on. Deep breaths. In....Out....

Good. There we go. Push all thoughts of Kacchan holding your hand and kissing you out of your mind.

Calm.

His posture relaxed a bit, and the tight, uncomfortable smile melted into something more natural, something easier. Something less panicked chicken and a little more exhausted, early-morning awkwardness.]

[Okay. Something needs to give here. And by give he means leave because otherwise Deku is liable to burn down the kitchen and after the Great Kaminari incident of 2XXX last month he doesn't want to see burned down again.

So he turns away and starts heading to the baths.]

I threw out your eggs yesterday when I cleaned out the fridge, they were expired. You can use mine if you make me some.

[Somehow, Katsuki had been appointed Guardian of the Kitchen along with Satou, being the two who were the most competent in the kitchen. And Katsuki was pragmatic enough to actually throw shit away without worrying about hurt feelings.

He gives Deku a dismissive wave and finishes off the snack, throwing the pack away.]

Put hot sauce in mine.

[This was a bad idea. Asking Deku to make his breakfast. It was fucking domestic and cute, and Katsuki felt his face burn at the at the thought.

But... he couldn't just go and offer Deku his food. He doesn't even offer Kirishima his food without a trade in mind, and Kirishima is his best friend.

He takes a breath and resists the urge to smack himself and walked to the baths.]

I'll be up in ten or twenty.

Okay. Bye, Kacchan.

[....what just happened?!

Okay, so uh. Let's think this through for a minute. Kacchan. Kacchan, Kitchen Guardian and Lord of the Refrigerator, had just told him that he threw his eggs out. That wasn't surprising: Izuku often left his food a little too long and Kacchan would throw his ingredients out right when he was going to use them (and make himself sick, in hindsight).

But then he not only offered to have Izuku use his ingredients, but asked him to cook for him.

Izuku.

He wasn't exactly Kaminari levels of bad, and he could even boast functional but bland food on his best days, but this was...

...Hmmm. It was something.

Maybe Kacchan was seeing him as more of a friend? Maybe he trusted him more? Maybe he was willing to let him in in a way that he wasn't willing to let the others in? That was a possibility, right? What else could it be, especially considering Izuku's kitchen track record, Kacchan's perfectionism, and the overall weirdness that was settling over this entire morning?

Maybe this was a turning point in their friendship?

And no, brain, that didn't mean it was okay to think about how warm that hand would feel in his, or how soft his mouth looked.

Thankfully, his phone was in his sweats pocket.

He pulled it out before walking over to the fridge.

Time to look at some online cooking videos...

And ignore the sweat in his palms and the flutter in his stomach.

It was just eggs, after all. He could make that; he just wantd to be entirely sure. Extra research couldn't hurt, right?

After all, how bad could this be?]

[The next twenty minutes are spent trying to fight the urge to drown himself.

Shit. Shit. Shit. This is bad. He's in too deep. This is awful.

Fuck. He might as well put a label on this. He has a big fat gay crush on Fucking Deku. The only surprising part was the Deku part. Seriously. He needed better taste.

And it looked like Deku had even worse taste, because, shit, Deku was checking him out. What the hell? They used to be friends when they were, like, five. And then ever since the falling off the log incident had been one long misunderstanding. Which... well. No one would think they were friends.

Okay, Katsuki, he told himself. Maybe he just had a gay/bi awakening. Katsuki knows he's one of the best looking guys in their class. And that's not just ego talking. So Deku could just be appreciating his figure. He did come back to the dorms all sweaty wearing a tight ribbed tank. The basketball shorts weren't that flattering though.

He let out a loud sigh and banged the back of his head against the tub. He hadn't signed up for this. He had come to UA with a fucking plan. Kirishima already ruined half of it by insisting on being his friend. Which, okay, was a good thing. He even got other friends too. More friends than he had in middle school, who more like lackeys than friends.

But he was adamant about not being in a relationship. They just didn't work out between heroes. The fallouts were spectacularly awful even if the heroes in question parted on good terms because the fans made everything awkward.

And if he was really honest with himself? Deku deserved better. This... everything needed to be put a stop. There were too many good reasons not to pursue this and no good ones to do so.

He could suffer through this. And if Deku did like him, he'd just shoot him down.

He sighed and got out of the baths. Pulled on the spare clothes he kept in the bathroom locker (a t-shirt which was little tighter than it used to be, shit, and black cotton sleep pants.)

He got back to the kitchens and looked around. Well, Deku hadn't destroyed it. That was a good sign.]

((okay HEAR ME OUT--

Rocket already hangs out with a god (Thor) and already knows how to speak to critters that don't english. So why not an adventure with a sun god!))