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His hands gripped Deku’s shirt with such desperation. He didn’t want him to be sad; he didn’t want him to be sorry. Rody hated to see him in such a state. He wished he could take all the weight off of his shoulders.

“Sh.. Sh..” Rody started rubbing and patting Deku’s back, trying to give him as much comfort as he could. He could only imagine what his partner had been through. Though, it was obvious it had been a lot; far too much for a teenager to handle. He was still a kid.

“It’s okay now... You’re in here. Not out there. You can let it all out. I’m here for you.” His words sounded choked. He was full on crying now and was doing his best to not sound like he was. Rody wanted to be the support that Deku needed.

“...I would carry you up to your room if I could.” He started, trying to lighten the mood even a little bit.  A gentle hand ran up through green hair. “But I’m not as big and strong as my boyfriend, nor do I know where the room is but... a cuddle session is in high demand right now.”

Izuku was tired. Exhausted, honestly. Physically, emotionally, and any other type of exhausted that existed. After Uraraka managed to convince the civilians to let him rest at U.A., the last of his adrenaline drained from him. He could barely stand, so it was no surprise when his male classmates lifted him into the air and carried him off to the bath. 

Though, as he was being carted off, he managed to glance around at the familiar surroundings of the common area. Though he’d been away for nearly two months, it felt more like an entire year instead. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an oddly familiar pink bird flying across the living room. There was no way, right...? 

There was no way he was here...! 

He was just hallucinating from exhaustion. That had to be it! Still, Izuku could feel his heart ache as he was pulled into the bathroom. 

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I missed a Rody

Don’t look at me

I’ve done important work today okay

"Then we'll just have to hang out and talk even more. I could've done better on yours, too, ya know."

"Ugh, I just thought I'd do better. Guess I don't know you as much as I should." Maybe they could fix this?

This was conceptualized, brainstormed, written, and revised in two months (I checked the date I mentioned the story idea to my bestfriend) if I wasn't writing this damn thing, I was thinking about it. Now it's up for you all to read ♡ please give it a chance, it's completed 🥰

Edit: LMFAOOOO I realize it would help to have the link fjfjfnf, here you go—

built to fall apart and fall back together

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Katsuki narrowed his eyes as Noodle Hair approached him. “How the hell did you find out–?!” he snapped before pausing. “Did Deku tell you?!” He made the mental note to hit the damn nerd later. Why’d that dumbass always have to blab about his birthday to everyone?!

He stood in waiting, already looking weary at the very idea of a present from the bastard in front of him. 

Then, he saw it. Rody flipped him off and Katsuki wanted nothing more than to rip the finger off of Noodle Hair’s hand. He could feel his eye twitching. Several veins popped out from his forehead and his hands sparked with heat. 

Those small sparks were the only warning Rody got before the living powder keg had exploded. Katsuki’s arms shot out behind him before he unleashed two massive explosions from his hands and charged.

“BET YOU WON’T BE SO SMUG AFTER I EXPLODE YOUR FUCKIN’ FACE OFF, YOU ASSHOLE!” he shouted as he continued propelling himself forward. 

Deku better watch his back. He was next.

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe not." Is all he said in response to the question about Deku.

Rody, of course, knew the risks of provoking Bakugou like this. That's why he was already standing a good distance away. He was enjoying the hero's reaction at first, but once Bakugou was actually coming for him-

That was his signal to run.

"Woah!" There was a concerned laugh as he took off, Pino flying along side him, chirping in a panic. "Come on! We can both laugh about this, Bakugou!" He called over his shoulder.

**skitters back from biting ankles**

someone said bones?

"Nope!"

whO-

Izurody fanchild waaaa

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The green-haired boy tilts his head to the side, appearing unmoved by the other’s reaction. It’s almost as if he was waiting for it, the corners of his mouth unmoving with that smile still plastered onto his face. At least it seems to tone down a little, taking back its softer quality.

“You’re talking,” he notes, tone as light as everything he has already said without truly saying anything. When he continues, his voice hushes as he mirrors the other boy’s tone; anybody else’s attention is still very much unwanted. “And you seem to be quite intimate with at least some of the knowledge you have about them.”

Now, that’s only an educated guess. Maybe he would get a similar reaction if he got to this point with anyone else, but his gut tells Izuku otherwise.

“Depends on which members, by the way. You know how it is. Not everyone is useful.”

Rody narrowed his eyes at the two words because he was right, but Rody hadn't really said much either. When he said people didn't like to talk about them, he was included in that group.

Why would he want to talk about a group his father was involved in? Especially a group that no one liked. He knew how that would look if others knew.

He really didn't like that statement. It made his heart rate pick up. What did he mean by intimate? "Just because I live in an area where some members resided doesn't mean I know anything." Rody defended. Hell, even the Otheon police department was working with that cult.

Depends, the guy says. "And what kind of members would be the most useful to you then? What are you trying to get out of them?" The brunette asks as his brows furrow. He's curious, but wary. He wants to know what this guy is looking for specifically, but knows he's not guaranteed any answers.

After all, the guest is the one looking for answers. Yet here Rody was asking all the questions.

An expected response from the hot-headed blonde, but he was happy to hear the concern after. Rody smiled gently as he analyzed his brother yet again, brushing back his hair to get a clear view of his face. "He's fine. Just really shaken up." He confirmed, glancing over at Pino on the boy's shoulder, seeing that she was still an emotional wreck. That checked out; Rody felt like his legs would give out underneath him if he allowed them to.

Lala made her way to hold onto her big brother's leg, shedding her own tears, and he could have collapsed in his siblings arms at that moment. But he wouldn't let himself right now. Not in front of the hero.

"I guess you never got to properly meet my siblings." His voice sounded a bit strained but he pushed through it. The only time Bakugou would've ever seen the two of them was in the hospital after the Humarise incident. Rody gestured to the boy in his arms with his head. "This is Roro." Then he looked down at the youngest holding onto him. "And this is Lala." She gave the hero the smallest of waves.

Katsuki knew that patrols were part of the job, but they also bored him to tears if there were no crimes happening. It was just walking around through your assigned precinct and helping old folks across the street. The most he’d done earlier was stop a dumbass purse snatcher. It was low-grade bullshit that was easily taken care of. 

He was about to radio in to Endeavor when he saw a villain zoom by out of the corner of his eye. The villain was carrying what appeared to be a sack of money and zipping between obstacles with what appeared to be... sand...? “What the fuck...?!” he exclaimed out loud before immediately jumping into action. 

A sneer crossed his face, much like the joy that would glimmer in a predator’s eyes before pouncing on their prey. “Guess I gotta kick some fuckin’ teeth in!” he exclaimed before blasting off into the air with his hands outstretched. 

He caught up with the villain in no time--

--only to be faced with said villain holding a kid up in front of him like a shield. 

“If you blast me, you’re only gonna hurt the kid!” the older man exclaimed. “Let me go and maybe I’ll decide to let the kid go free!” 

Katsuki scowled at the cowardice of the villain. “What? Can’t face me head-on so ya gotta go involve kids in this shit?” he huffed. “Fuck, you’re lame--!” 

At the young boy, he shouted, “Watch your head, kid!” He leapt up into the air and aimed what were machine gun-like concentrated explosions all around the villain. Each shot hit the pavement around them, kicking up gravel and dust. Though they looked scattered, they were also highly precise strikes that destabilized the ground. One such hit was able to directly hit the back of the villain’s head and knock him entirely unconscious. 

Though, just as the robber went to hit the ground, Katsuki quickly braced the man just so he could grab the kid out of the guy’s arms. Whirling around, he placed the boy onto his feet. “You okay, kid?” he asked before pausing. He furrowed his eyebrows when one particular feature stuck out to him. The hair. 

The noodle looking hair...

“Oi, are you related to----?”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his question because the kid was already running towards his older brother in tears. 

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