Zine Fics by Slumber
What it says on the tin.
16 May 2019
It’s April, and Mina’s on her way to school.
The uniform came in a few weeks ago, but she’s worn it almost every day since it arrived. To soften its overly starched fabric, she told her moms, like they needed an excuse to see their daughter wearing UA colors. But now the fabric’s worn and comfortable, the blazer fitting perfectly around her shoulders and the tie a bright, smart red around her neck—she practiced tying that daily too, until she got it right—completing her high school student look.
A series of vignettes featuring the Bakusquad as they grow up (and together) over the years.
21 Aug 2018
"I'll think about it," Kirishima promises, but the crease between his brows only deepens.
It's funny—at first glance he seems nothing like Amajiki, rowdy where Amajiki is calm, bright where Amajiki is dour, a fiery red to Amajiki's muted black. But they're cut from the same cloth, plagued by the same fears. Kirishima shrouds it in bravado and cheer, but it's in moments like this, in the slivers of space between, that some of his uncertainties creep through, a passing cloud over normally sunny features.
He'll always have doubts. He'll always be fighting them. Luckily it isn't just his skin that's unbreakable.
Some good old Fatfam bonding written for the Dear Kiri zine.
It starts with a Seijoh reunion.
Yahaba’s surprise at finding Kyoutani there (gruff, skittish, still so hot) is short-lived—the get-together is because Iwaizumi’s back for the holidays, after all—and quickly replaced by the long-dormant urge to needle and tease, to pull at loose threads and watch them unravel. He’d never call himself an instigator, not in polite company.
But Kyoutani was never that.
What they have is completely, absolutely, no-strings-attached casual fucks. That is all.
(It is not all.)
15 May 2020
It's still light out when Kirishima heads back inside to meet up with the rest of the class. Bakugou stays outside for just a little while longer, watching the sun slowly sink into the horizon.
He leaves the sliding door open just a little bit when he goes back to his room, and sleep comes to him easier than it has in days.
Bakugou, Kirishima, and the three years at UA they spend bridging the distance between their balconies.
09 Feb 2019
He looks up; All Might’s busy taking a bite out of his sweet, hollowed cheeks chewing with care. Even now, even after One For All, in his reed-thin frame and over-loose clothing, his presence fills the room. Looms large over Izuku. “I will never be like you.”
All Might smiles. “You used to say that like it was your biggest failure.”