Bkdk - car crash meet cute 🚗 ql!izu/ph!katsuki
Bad things always happen to Izuku in threes.
1. He cracked his phone screen after tripping down a flight of stairs on his way to a statistics lecture, the phone flying out of his hand in slow, dramatic motion.
2. He got fired from his serving job after some asshole complained that he’d gotten their delivery order wrong - /and/ the guy was too much of a coward to do it in person! If Izuku ever catches the miserable man with the initials ‘BK’, he’ll give him a stern talking to.
Who orders curry-spiced pizza with anchovies and extra hot sauce, anyways?
Izuku spent the next week terrified for his life, as one does. A superstitious person can never be too safe, and he’d looked over his shoulder and under his bed enough times to last a lifetime.
Hey - maybe this time was different!
Hey - maybe this time was different!
But then - oh, then - Izuku finds his heart dropping to his stomach, his eyes wide as he stares at the car in front of him, his hands gripping his steering wheel in terror.
He just rear ended somebody. Somebody with a nice, /expensive/ sports car.
He just rear ended somebody. Somebody with a nice, /expensive/ sports car.
The other driver angrily pulls onto the shoulder, and Izuku nearly passes out as he follows, his heart pounding hard enough to take flight.
He doesn’t have /insurance/, oh god, he’s going to get sued and spend the rest of his life paying off this guy’s rear bumper that probably costs more than Izuku’s entire car -
Izuku is shaking as he slides out of his driver’s seat, swallowing as he watches the other car’s door swing open dramatically, and oh - oh no.
That’s Bakugou Katsuki. Dynamight. Number two hero at only twenty-three years old - /that/ Dynamight.
That’s Bakugou Katsuki. Dynamight. Number two hero at only twenty-three years old - /that/ Dynamight.
Forget being sued. Izuku is going to be publicly shunned, outcast. Once his hero fanclub catches wind of this, he’ll be demoted from presidency and cast to the wolves. Will his platinum member status be revoked?
He feels feint, suddenly.
He feels feint, suddenly.
Why’d it have to be his favorite hero? That couldn’t it have at least been Froppy, or someone else who doesn’t have a raging crush on? Someone who isn’t tall, muscular, tiny-waisted and sharp-eyed -
“Hey - you,” Dynamight shouts, slamming his car door closed behind him with a loud, angry /bang/.
At least Izuku is about to die in a hot way, right? He’d made a few posts about wanting to die between Dynamight’s legs. This is pretty close, right?
At least Izuku is about to die in a hot way, right? He’d made a few posts about wanting to die between Dynamight’s legs. This is pretty close, right?
Dynamight’s handsome face is twisted into a near-snarl, but then something happens as their eyes meet. His features soften. He blinks erratically a few times. And then he /stops frowning/.
Dynamight never stops frowning. Izuku’s brain nearly short circuits.
Dynamight never stops frowning. Izuku’s brain nearly short circuits.
“Are you okay?” Dynamight asks, coughing slightly. And then, as if to keep up appearances, “Watch the road, dumbass.”
“I’m okay!” Izuku immediately says, much too loud. “Are you? Um. Okay? Are you okay? Mr. Dynamight.”
“I’m okay!” Izuku immediately says, much too loud. “Are you? Um. Okay? Are you okay? Mr. Dynamight.”
Yeah. Izuku knows how to talk like a normal human being.
“Yeah,” Dynamight confirms. “And don’t call me that ever again.”
Oh god. This is awkward. Dynamight is right there, menacingly handsome. He looks expectant, and oh - right.
“Yeah,” Dynamight confirms. “And don’t call me that ever again.”
Oh god. This is awkward. Dynamight is right there, menacingly handsome. He looks expectant, and oh - right.
“I guess this is where we exchange insurance information and stuff,” Izuku says, cheeks burning with hot, dreadful humiliation. “But, um, okay. Okay, don’t hate me. But I don’t have… it? Insurance.”
Dynamight stares. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Izuku echoes, contemplating running for his life, but then he remembers that this man is literally the number two hero and would catch him in a heartbeat, and probably break him in half not a moment later.
“Oh?” Izuku echoes, contemplating running for his life, but then he remembers that this man is literally the number two hero and would catch him in a heartbeat, and probably break him in half not a moment later.
“I mean, it’s barely any damage,” Dynamight says, eyeing his very clearly bent bumper. “I can get it fixed. Don’t worry about it.”
Oh no. Izuku already feels the guilt bubbling in his stomach.
“I can pay you back!” Izuku shouts, too /fucking/ loud, again.
Why did he say that?
Oh no. Izuku already feels the guilt bubbling in his stomach.
“I can pay you back!” Izuku shouts, too /fucking/ loud, again.
Why did he say that?
He has no money. He’s a (very) broke college student who lives off of ramen and nature. The only way he could ever pay Dynamight back is with his personality. Which is awkward, but sometimes his friends say he’s funny.
Does Dynamight need a personal jester?
Does Dynamight need a personal jester?
“No need,” Dynamight waves him off. “I can help you fix yours, too. If you need.”
Is Izuku suddenly in an alternate universe where Dynamight /isn’t/ the archetype of good-bad boy with anger issues? What is happening?
Is Izuku suddenly in an alternate universe where Dynamight /isn’t/ the archetype of good-bad boy with anger issues? What is happening?
“What is happening?” Izuku says, and oops - he said that out loud.
“I offered to help you fix your car,” Katsuki says slowly. “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head?”
“I offered to help you fix your car,” Katsuki says slowly. “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head?”
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