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#bakugou angst
lightseoul · 10 months
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endearment
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synopsis. first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.
cw. fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, aged-up (26 yrs old), established relationship, a lot of cursing
word count. 1.9k words
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The first time it happens, you don’t think too much about it.
“Bakugou,” you call out from where you’re snuggled on his corduroy sofa. “Can you pass me some tissue?”
From the bathroom, you could hear a faint ‘tch’.
The sound of house slippers colliding with the tiled floor grows louder and louder until he finally emerges with a roll in his hand, which he promptly tosses to you.
You catch it—barely—and grin when you feel the thickness of the 3-ply roll, no doubt a staple in Bakugou Katsuki’s pristine apartment unit.
Go figure.
He’s circling the coffee table and plopping down next to you when your phone rings.
Confused, you pick up your phone to see a picture of you and Kirishima from your last get-together—his caller ID. Curious, Bakugou peers over your shoulder, frowning upon seeing his other best friend’s name.
“Isn’t he on patrol right now with Midoriya?” you ask.
Bakugou shrugs. “Answer it.”
Humming an okay, you click the accept button.
“Hey, Y/N! Is Bakubro with you right now?
You eye Bakugou, who’s pretending to be disinterested and not at all eavesdropping. “Yeah. What’s up?”
Kirishima laughs, “Can you tell him to check our group chat? Limited edition All Might merch just dropped.”
At that, you chuckle. “Got this Ei. He’s actually just beside me right now. I’ll make sure to tell him. And tell Izuku I said hi.”
You can practically hear the smile on his face when he says: “Thanks, bro! You’re the best.”
With that, you press the end call button and turn slightly to regard Bakugou, who’s now staring at his hands on his knees, what looks like a scowl etched on his face.
You poke at his side, trying to be playful.
“Aren’t you curious about what he had to say?”
He shakes his head before standing up and heading—again—to the bathroom.
Huh.
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The second time it happens, it leaves you and your friends bewildered.
“And so that’s how yesterday’s patrol ended up with me getting a special interview with TBS,” Mina says proudly.
You chuckle, amused. “That’s amazing, Mina.”
From where she’s seated beside you in the booth of your favorite bar, she grins. “Yeah, well I try!”
Kirishima, who’s sitting opposite the both of you, chimes in. “You have to tell Bakubro that story.”
“Where is he, anyway?” Mina asks.
You squint, looking through the glass windows of the bar. “I think he’s still searching for a parking space.”
At that, Mina cocks her head to the side in confusion. “But it’s been a while since you guys arrived?”
“Yeah…”
You pick up your phone, thumbing through the contacts until you arrive at the one marked with the red asterisk.
Emergency contact.
You’re in the middle of quickly typing out a where r u when Mina, the ever meddling Mina, peers over your shoulder unbeknownst to you.
“You named his contact…Bakugou?”
Attention divided between texting and talking with your friends, you retort lamely with: “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” Kirishima pipes up. “It’s just that couples usually save each other’s contacts as sweet pet names.”
Mina nods in agreement. “For example, I have Ei saved as baby, with a red heart.”
Before you can even defend yourself, let alone playfully gag at the nickname Mina has given Kirishima, Bakugou appears at your table, sitting down at the booth next to Kirishima and in front of you, uncharacteristically quiet.
When you lock eyes, you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly— denoting a question: everything okay?—but he doesn’t sustain eye contact.
Instead, he stands up again quite abruptly.
“Restroom,” he explains curtly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking away, leaving the three of you speechless.
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The third time it happens, it happens in his childhood home.
You didn’t expect to meet his parents this early on in the relationship; you haven’t even been together for a year. Yet Bakugou was determined to introduce you to them, said something about his sharp intuition telling him something or whatever.
Which is how you now find yourself in the living room of the place where he grew up, poring over photo albums like how dehydrated animals in hot climates pore over water.
With his mother, of all people.
“And this is him when his quirk first manifested,” Mitsuki explains, speeding through the pages of the album whilst grinning. You can’t help but grin back.
She points to a rather old photograph on the last page. “And this one is him playing baseball in 8th grade.”
Intrigued, you move closer to see the picture, smiling when you spot him, crimson eyes and ash blonde locks sticking out like a rose amidst the thorny bushes—impossible to miss.
Wanting to fill the air, you offer: “Bakugou was a very cute kid, Mitsuki-san.”
In a flash, she looks up at you, a puzzled look decorating her beautiful features, instead of the look of gratitude you were aiming for.
When you look back at her with confused eyes yourself, she asks, “You still call each other by your last name?”
“Oh—I—uh…”
You eye Bakugou who’s in the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables for the salad, as per his mother’s instructions.
You convince yourself that he’s got to be out of earshot.
Stumbling over your words again, you scramble for purchase. “Well—”
To your relief, Mitsuki only laughs good-naturedly in response, cutting you off.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know my Katsuki can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but inside he’s a real softie who appreciates the little things.”
You could simply nod in response.
From the kitchen, Bakugou announces: “I’m going to the restroom. Start eating without me.”
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A fourth time does not end up happening.
Instead, you find yourself riding the elevator to the rooftop of Bakugou’s apartment complex, where he’s already waiting for you.
‘I’ll just go ahead’ is what he said after both of you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner. ‘Make sure to catch up’.
Before you know it, the elevator doors slide open and you step out, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the heavy feeling now sitting in your stomach.
Will you finally figure out why Bakugou’s been acting a bit off lately?
You immediately spot him, back turned against you, and arms folded across his chest, resting on top of the railing.
Slowly, you walk towards him, ultimately situating yourself to his right.
A tense—albeit not uncomfortable—silence falls upon you.
Neither of you says anything until you pipe up with: “Is there bad news?”
At that, he finally turns his head to look at you. “Hah?”
You school your expression into a pensive one. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“What?” he exclaims, his entire body now facing you in a frantic hurry. “No!”
You chuckle. “Then what’s with the bad news face?”
“Bad news face?”
Nodding, you continue. “The face you make when you hear or are about to deliver bad news. It’s the more solemn iteration of your scowl.”
“What—” he scoffs, although he sounds pleased, “—You’ve fucken memorized my expressions?”
You shrug sheepishly.
When he doesn’t say anything in return, you prod further. “How bad is it?”
He huffs, breaking eye contact. “No bad news. Just—it’s…shit, never mind.”
“It’s just me,” you remind him. “It’s okay.”
With your reassurance, you can see his body relaxing a little bit, though he still refuses to say anything.
A few more seconds of tense silence pass before Bakugou finally looks you straight in the eye.
“Why the fuck do you call me Bakugou?
You stare at him. “...because it’s your name?”
Whatever he wanted to hear from you, it sure wasn’t that.
He scoffs. “Yeah? Well, why do you call shitty hair Ei or shitty deku Izuku? Have I failed some fucking test to qualify for first name privileges?”
“What are you talking about?”
This is what made him act weirdly the past week?
“Don’t make me say it again, woman,” he spits, although there’s not much venom coating his words.
“God,” he combs through his hair in frustration, “this is fucking humiliating.”
“I call you Bakugou because that’s what I called you back when we were just friends,” you try to reason. “Also, I…I didn’t want to start calling you Katsuki out of nowhere.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you finish, voice small.
“Who said I wanted you to call me that?”
 You shoot him a knowing look.
You stare at each other for a few more seconds before he groans in defeat, turning to face the city skyline instead of you. You follow suit, opting to look up at the stars that seem to be twinkling extra tonight.
Moments pass with neither of you saying anything.
You gently bump his shoulder with yours.
“For what it’s worth,” you start, “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about.”
He only grunts in response. You press on.
“The fact that you just told me all this…I don’t know. It makes me happy. It’s sort of like saying you care enough about our relationship to communicate even the most ‘humiliating’—your words not mine—of concerns.
“Of course I fucking do, dumbass,” he retorts. “Wouldn’t have confessed to you if I was just gonna chicken out at some point like a loser.”
You smile at him and his words, and you hope your adoration translates to your face, because the thing with Bakugou is that sometimes you have to deliver the message without having to utter the words—all to preserve the moment before it’s adulterated by shame.
“Right,” you look at him, “why don’t you call me by my first name?”
“Figured I haven’t earned it yet,” he says bluntly.
Amused, you push forward. “And how were you planning to earn it?”
He shoots you a glare. “By being the best fucking boyfriend, that’s how.”
At that, you cannot help the delighted laughter that erupts from you.
He side-eyes you, annoyed, though a smile manages to crack through the facade.
“Stop laughing at me.”
And when you don’t: “Hey.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath. “I’m just happy.”
He studies you for a beat, eyes fluttering across your face as if he’s searching for something. You feel yourself grow warmer under his piercing gaze.
There’s a pregnant pause before he finally says: “Call me Katsuki.”
You grin, “Okay, Katsuki.”
At your mention of his name, the scowl plastered on his face eases a little into a neutral—borderline happy—expression.
“And I’ll call you by your first name…” he declares, “if you’re fine with it or if not, just forget I said that.”
You take his hand and squeeze it before he can ramble some more.
“Sounds good to me, Katsuki.”
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bonus:
“I swear,” you argue while putting on your shoes, “I can ride the subway, Katsuki.”
“At this hour?” he snorts.
“Best fucking boyfriend, remember?” he sneers as he obtains his car keys by the doorway. “Just let me do this for you.”
You relent, knowing better than to fight with Katsuki on the matter of your safety, when suddenly a brilliant idea dawns on you.
Straightening up, you say: “I don’t think I saw you drinking water after dinner, Katsuki.”
“What?”
“Go hydrate yourself,” you command.
At that, he grumbles but submits to you anyway, walking back to his tidy kitchen.
Once you see that he’s in the middle of chugging down a bottle, you call: “Katsuki?”
He grunts—the best he can do while downing a bottle of water—in response.
“Can I call you babe?”
Bakugou chokes on his spit.
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tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19
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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months
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CheatingHusband!Bakugou who knew his world was over when he made direct eye contact with you while another woman was naked underneath him. Panic washed over him when you turned around and started running.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou yelled at that other woman to get the fuck out and went to you for forgiveness. He was on the ground tears falling begging for you to not leave. He didn't care how pathetic he looked all he cared about was not losing you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who didn't earn a forgiveness from you but did earn a second chance. Relieved and happy he gets up and goes for a hug, but you push him away, it's ok you need time and he understands.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou is working hard to earn your trust again. He's a lot more gentle with you, careful not to overstep any boundaries and shows his respect for you. He tucks you in bed and gently strokes your hair and then kisses your head, "Goodnight baby" he'd say with a soft smile before going back to his place in the couch.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who started forming tears in his eyes hearing you say what everyone else has been saying. You deserve better. With clenched fists and teary eyes, he sighs and looks away. He let you go because he loves you and that's what you do when you love someone.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou thirteen years later who saved a little boy from a villain attack and brought him to safety. The little boy runs towards his parents where Bakugou catches a glimpse of the mother and the father. The mother looks very familiar and that's when he realized that it was you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who stared at the family with wide eyes. The little boy ran into you arms crying, you picked up your son and held him tight with tears in your eyes. The boy's father went in and held both of you.
CheatingHusband!Bakugou who laid in bed looking up at the ceiling that night and started shedding tears as he remembered the years with you. He missed them and he still loved you and he realized you were the one who got away.
a/n: I know I'm all about writing comfort fics but I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to write it ^^
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sei-rq · 1 year
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Headcannons on Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki
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Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who holds you by the waist and buries his face in your shoulder whenever he wakes up from a nap
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who loves it whenever you come up to him and kiss his forehead.. it's so calming to him, plus he falls in love with you even harder everytime you do that
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who likes to keep his hand on your thigh whenever he is driving.. (that's so hot though, and for what)
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who throws temper tantrums like a toddler whenever you're not up for cuddles because apparently you're "busy"
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who likes to wear your clothes even though they barely fit him, example your hoodies and shirts, they're so small on him but he just finds comfort in them in a way
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who gets jealous easily and you have to give him like 50 kisses so he talks to you again just because he saw you patting Shouto's head
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who is a fool in love and would kill himself twice for you and not regret a single thing
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who kisses your jawline and then this certain spot in your neck that leaves butterflies in your stomach
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who would pick you over and over again in a room filled with beautiful women
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who isn't exactly clingy, he just wants you to know he's yours and he shows that through either words or physical touch
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who clings to your waist when no one is around to watch since he isn't a fan of PDA
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who offers to hold your hand when it's cold out
Clingy!Bakugou Katsuki who would love you till his last breath and forever if possible
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sorrowfulrosebud · 4 months
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Katsuki fumbled as the heavy wooden door of your mansion was nearly slammed in his face, you being the cause. Your infuriated strides didn’t stop as you reached the kitchen.
Katsuki felt his eyes burn and bile rise in his throat as he tried desperately to reach you.
“Baby, please! It was one time, and I didn’t even kiss her-,” he rambles worriedly, taking a step aback as you turn around.
Your eyes held nothing but pure fire and pain.
“Oh my FUCKING GOD Katsuki! You didn’t kiss her?! Oh that’s just wonderful, I totally forgive you for going behind my FUCKING BACK and fucking other women! That makes everything okay now!” You cry? Laugh? You couldn’t tell anymore.
Katsuki winces at your tears, pearly streaks of his own staining his cheeks. He reaches for you, heart breaking when you flinch away from him.
“Baby-,” he starts.
“Don’t you fucking DARE call me that you disloyal bastard,” you sob.
“I gave you my EVERYTHING, you son of a bitch! The nights I spent slaving over that fucking stove so YOU wouldn’t go hungry! I broke my back cleaning this fucking house, I give up my social life so we can be together, I bust my fucking ass doing stuff in bed I don’t want to do, ALL FOR YOU! I gave you EVERYTHING! So don’t you fucking dare try and have some balls now.” You sob through gritted teeth.
Katsuki sinks to his knees, openly sobbing and grabbing your hands. You tried forcing them back, but his grip was relentless. He pressed tearful kisses to your hands, amplifying your pained sobs.
“(Y/N), please! It was the worst mistake of my entire fucking life, of OUR lives. It was an act of stupidity, and if I could go back in time I would kill past me for even looking at her. It’s YOU I love, not her. It’s you, it’s always been you,” he gasped for breath, looking up at you. You paused.
“AAAAAAAND CUT! That was a great take everyone, go grab some lunch and be back in an hour to continue the shoot,” the director shouts, hopping off his pedestal.
You wiped your tears off, cursing the added tear stick as you laughed.
“Jesus Christ, that was a rough scene. How are you, baby?” You look down at him. Your smile was warm, a complete contrast to the character in the series you were acting in. Katsuki made no move to wipe his tears.
He rose slowly, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. He sniffled as he held you as close as possible, kissing the side of your face.
“Baby, are you alright? It was just a scene!” You giggle, kissing him on the forehead.
“If I ever make you sad like that, I need you to kill me. I would rather die than make you cry the way you just did,” he sniffed, wiping his nose and holding your cheeks.
“Aw sweetie. I know you’d never cheat on me. I love you so, so, so much. I guess we just did too good a job acting,” you giggle. You pull him in closer for a kiss, wiping his tears and playing with his baby hairs.
“I love you so much. Never ever forget that,” he says firmly. You nod, before squeezing out of his grip and tapping his ass playfully.
“Of course angel, now let’s get lunch. Sato made enchiladas and I’m craving them so badly,” you kiss him again. Katsuki’s phone beeped, and he checked before grimacing slightly.
“I’ll be right there babe, Eijiro’s complaining about something,” he says, squeezing your sides and sending you off.
You’re so fucking right, baby. He thought. His chest bloomed in pain. Ochaco’s bunched up tits stared right back at him in picture form, taunting him.
I did too good of an acting job.
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bakupom · 6 months
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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ↣ bakugo becomes sleepy and asks you to shave his face for him.
𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 0.5k
𝐚/𝐧  ↣ this is a repost from my old account! i'm moving blogs lol
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“hey, come to the bathroom real quick” you read from your phone after receiving a text from bakugou. you sighed and got out of bakugou’s cozy bed, heading for the bathroom to see what he wanted. 
“what do you want katsuki? you were supposed to come back to your room like 10 minutes ago so we could watch a movie.” you huffed as you walked into the bathroom and were greeted by bakugou who was only wearing a towel around his waist. 
“stop being such a brat, it didn’t even take that long. anyways, i called you in here because i need your help.” he declared.
“YOU need MY help? the world is ending.” you joked while giggling to yourself.
“oh just shut up” bakugou grumbled while holding back a smile. without any warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter.
“are you trying to fuc—”
“don’t.” bakugou quickly said before you even got to finish your sentence. “shave my face.” he continued while handing you a razor and shaving cream. 
“and you couldn’t do this yourself because…?” you laughed while grabbing the supplies from him.
“i like it when you do it. plus, i’m tired” he stated simply.
“fine you manchild. first, let’s swap positions” you said while stepping down from the counter.
“why? you won’t be able to reach me from there” he questioned confusedly while complying nonetheless.
“so i can do this” you said before getting back up to sit on his lap while wrapping your legs around him.
“so damn clingy” bakugou said in fake annoyance while trying to hide the blush creeping upon his face.
“you know you love it”  you said before you both landed into a comfortable silence while you shaved his stubble. looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. 
“why are you staring at me you creep?” you joked while breaking the silence.
“because you’re so beautiful” bakugou freely complimented you without holding back or throwing in an insult.
“that’s how i know you’re tired” you laughed.
 “am i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend? i should’ve just called you ugly” he said while yawning and nuzzling his head into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your body. 
“katsu get off, you’re getting shaving cream on me! i have one more spot left.” you said while trying to free yourself from his grip.
“no. i’m tired. we’re going to bed now.” he mumbled before lifting himself up with you still on him and carrying you both to his bed.
reaching his room, he plopped you down on his bed and you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he questioned, not laying down until you answered him.
“you got shaving cream all over my shirt.”
“stop whining, you know you can wear one of mine.” he sighed while handing you an oversized shirt from his closet. 
“yay!” you cheered while swapping your shirts.
“let’s go to sleep now” he sighed in relief as he entered the warmth of his bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with you facing him.
“katsuki?” you said softly while stroking his face gently.
“hmm?” we hummed while nuzzling his face further into your hands.
“you know you’re going to have one patch of hair left on your face and you’re gonna look like an idiot, right?”
“go to hell”
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angelshimaa · 5 months
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━━ 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈
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✧ cw :: gn!reader, angst + comfort (bc y'all asked nicely), reader cries a little :), it's a part two to this (please read first) !!
✧ a/n :: @ka0ila & @iam-thevillain-of-thisstory + the ppl asked for a pt two, so here it is !!
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“you're late.”
you nearly jump at the voice, not expecting any sounds to come from the dark place, way too cold to call home. you only note the laziness of his words, and how deeply they come from him.
it's past his bedtime, and he's exhausted. the hurt part of you hates how deeply his mannerisms are engraved into your mind.
you walk towards the stairs, determined to make it to bed without sharing a singular word with him. it's then when you see his figure sitting right there, blocking your path.
“where were you?” the red of bakugou's eyes is tinted darker, more bloodshot as he looks at you. you hope your own aren't as red after having cried your soul out at mina's. you half wish you'd accepted her offer to crash there for the night, for you didn't know how exactly this night could go.
“away from you. isn't that what you wanted?”
the response nips at him and he remembers the words he'd spat at you. you watch how he plays with his hands, smoothing over the rough skin and the thought is almost hilarious— he looked nervous.
“i— i didn't mean it, y/n. any of it. i was angry— and i'm sorry.”
while you were burning in hurt and rage and bitterness and overwhelming sorrow as mina hugged you, you'd listened to your heart beg him for an apology. and now, after it being thrown out, it doesn't hold the same weight as you'd like.
“until when, bakugou?” he winces at the use of his last name— he was never ‘bakugou’ to you. “you're sorry until something goes wrong at work again? you're sorry until i ‘start yapping' again? until you can't stand to look at my face?”
while he can't look you in the eyes anymore, let alone answer you, you feel the lump in your throat solidify.
“move out of the way, bakugou. i need sleep.”
you climb up a step, and the only movement bakugou makes is to stand up.
“y/n, please. please— stay.” the fragility makes itself known in both your voices and you're too tired— your heart is too heavy to fight, to protest.
“ba— katsuki, i'm tired. you yank me about at your will, and i'm so tired. all i've done is stay— endure— and all it has gotten me is here.”
he inhales sharply at the sorrow in how you say his name and it shatters him to see just how hopeless you look— all because he can't keep his damn temper in check.
“i'm sorry. please, i'll— i'll do anything— just don't leave. i'll get help, i'll come home earlier— i'll listen. just, one more chance, please.”
moments pass and the tears well up looking at his face, the prettiest face you've ever laid your eyes on. it pricks at you, watching him ask so softly.
you're weak, and you're so helplessly in love with him.
“i only have one more chance in me to give.”
bakugou exhales, moving slowly toward you. it's when you feel his arms wrap around you for a hug, that you feel your muscles ease up for the first time in so long. your own arms wrap around him, hands grasping at the back of his shirt, and he clings onto you like his life depends on it.
the smell of him— of home— is what causes the tears to finally fall. his shirt catches them and you nuzzle more into him, the thought of letting go seeming unfathomable. you can't remember the last time he'd touched you, let alone held you so close, but you try and hold onto what it feels like. what being at home feels like.
katsuki shuts his eyes, keeping his tears in. as he whispers his apology, he swears to himself he'll never make you cry so much again.
it's the sound of his heartbeat that stops your tears and lulls you to peace, and the warmth seeps back into your home that allows your broken hearts to mend in silence.
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
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tteokdoroki · 7 months
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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. in good hands.
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about. katsuki experiences phantom pain in his hands from quirk usage and you try to massage the pain away.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, hurt comfort, fluff, angst, phantom pain/limb, war arc references, ptsd, mentions of therapy, descriptions of pain, bakugou being loved so tender, afab!reader + pro hero!bakugou.
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the idea of giving bakugou hand massages is so intimate.
his quirk is so raw and powerful, i feel like becoming a pro-hero would only make his palms more calloused, cause aches between his fingers and scars that burn like with a phantom pain at random points during the day. and even though katsuki is smart enough to know that his scars have healed, his wounds have scabbed over and new skin has grown — he can’t shake the stabbing, tingling feeling that crawls up his arms as if a thousand tiny needles are pricking him.
the massages start when you catch bakugou on his knees in the middle of your shared bedroom, his hands clenched in fists so tight his nails have made his palms bleed. you set the fright in his eyes, the ache intertwined with the mauve brown that forms a rim around the ruby centre.
“what…what happened kats?” you’re quick to fall to your knees by his side, hesitant to touch him, worried for his safety — because katsuki hasn’t been like this in years. he’s been doing so well, seeing his therapist and taking his meds — ever since the day he came back to life.
but you know just by looking at him and listening to the ragged breaths just barely escaping his lungs, that bakugou is not okay. “i don’t fucking know,” his voice is strangled and panicked, like a deer caught in a hunter’s trap it can’t escape. “it just…it just fucking hurts a-and i can’t get it to stop.”
that day, you hesitantly reach out to touch katsuki— trying not to spook him as if he’s a frazzled wild animal. “let me see,” you whisper evenly, avoiding a croak in your voice because seeing him hurt, hurts you. slowly but surely, the blonde uncurls his fists, letting you take his hands into your own — smaller ones. at first, his strong and muscular stature flinches back, crumbles down to the ground in chunks of the brash man he used to be. “it’s okay, baby, i got you.”
your words wrap around katsuki like a tender hug, safe and secure between each and every one. your finger tips trace softly over the marred flesh of his hands, guiding katsuki through each of his painfully relived memories. trembles wrack the blonde’s body like a high magnitude earthquake — he can barely hold it back now, the tears that gather in his sun kissed lashes and burn tracks down his cheeks. but you don’t want him to hold back. you want him to feel.
thumbing the parts of his hands where the pain is centred, you lean forward to kiss bakugou on the forehead, providing an epicentre of relief. he wouldn’t call you a cure, no, it’d be too selfish to put the burden of his ease on the person he loves most. instead, he says that you help him heal, soothing the fuzziness locked between his cramping digits and extends up the muscles of his arms.
when you touch him as if he’s made of glass, katsuki knows that he can be vulnerable with you and that dull ebb of phantom agony seems to dissipate under the gentle drag of your fingertips over his skin. the two of you stay on the floor for a little longer, working through the aches pulsing in katsuki’s palms and arms until they eventually stop — just like his tears do.
“thank you,” he says, voice as quiet as you’ve ever heard it. “‘m sorry—“
“never be sorry for being in pain or asking for help.” you cut him off before his words take residence in the quiet hum of the air. shifting to your knees so that you tower over him (sitting legs crossed on the floor), you drag katsuki’s head to rest in your chest — cradling him and shielding him from the cruel world. “i don’t ever want you to be sorry for this. i’ll by your side no matter what. you hear me, baby?”
katsuki only nods, knowing doesn’t need to respond with words while his hands hesitantly come up to wrap around your waist. he pulls you into him so that you don’t disappear. and while you stroke back his hair and squeeze him so tight — katsuki realises that as long as he has you, he’ll never be weak or have to hide how much life hurts sometimes.
as long as he’s with you, he’ll be in good hands.
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jackkilmerlvr · 12 days
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boyfriend bakugou that gives you backshots after every argument. his hands gripping your waist and slamming into you after a long fight, his hands pushing your head down and twisting his waist to move his cock in deeper inside of you while promising to never argue again.
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doumadono · 1 month
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Hi, sweets 🍭 I'd like to request deaf Bakugo headcanons - just him interacting with his little girl that demands his attention as she wants him to play with her (she is aware dad is a little off because he can't hear)
MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
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As Bakugo's hearing begins to fade periodically with time, his little girl starts noticing the subtle changes.
The little girl, at the age of 5, struggles to understand why her dad doesn't always respond the way others do. When you, her mom, gently explains Bakugo's hearing challenges, the girl takes it all in, absorbing the information.
To bridge the gap, the little girl asks you to teach her some basic signs. With wide-eyed enthusiasm, she practices and learns the signs, eager to communicate better with her dad.
She comes up with creative ways to catch Bakugo's attention - a gentle tap on his lap, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, or sometimes just grabbing one of the merchandise plushies you collect at home and presenting it to him.
deaf!Bakugo, in turn, has developed a keen sense of visual awareness to understand all of his little girl's signals.
Despite being aware that her dad is a bit different, she continues to demand his attention for playtime! deaf!Bakugo, unaware that his daughter is learning sign language, is pleasantly surprised one day when she excitedly signs to him, asking him to play with her. His heart brims with love and pride, witnessing the earnest effort she's making to connect with him, and he finds it challenging to hold back tears in the middle of the living room.
deaf!Bakugo often engages in games that don't rely heavily on sound but thrive on shared moments. Building intricate block towers, drawing colorful masterpieces, and playing with dolls become their cherished activities!
When it's playtime, Bakugo's face lights up with a soft smile as he watches his daughter's enthusiasm. He might not hear her words and laughter, but he feels the warmth of her joy radiating through the room.
deaf!Bakugo has developed a set of creative signals and cues to respond to his daughter's requests. Whether it's a gentle tap on the shoulder or a specific hand gesture, they have established their own silent language.
As deaf!Bakugo gradually loses his hearing completely, his daughter's ability to communicate with him through signs becomes an invaluable bridge that allows them to share laughter, love, and a world of understanding.
Despite being a hero and handling the challenges of his job, there are moments when deaf!Bakugo, alone in his office while working from home, breaks down. The silence around him reminds him of the laughter of his beloved little girl he can't hear anymore, and it hits him emotionally.
The very first time they finish playing with his daughter's dolls and plushies, Bakugo's heart melts and he can't hold back tears as his little girl approaches him, using sign language to say, "Thank you for playing with me. I love you, Daddy."
The girl is a little scared seeing her dad crying as it is an extremely rare sight. So, she climbs onto his lap, strokes his rough cheeks marked by many scars from the battles he fought, and signs at him, "Daddy, don't cry, I love you. I'll hug you, and it will be okay."
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hajiberry · 1 year
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9:17 pm - bakugou katsuki
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+ breakup angst
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You stared out at the city scape, refusing to look over at the guy in the drivers seat who was currently breaking your heart.
“So this is why you’ve been so distant?”, sighing, bakugou leaned his head back against the headrest.
“I’ve been busy, which is exactly why I’m having this conversation with you”, scoffing you finally looked over at him.
“This is a conversation?”, you ask, gesturing between the two of you.
“We’re talking aren’t we?”, you wanted to laugh, even while breaking up with you, he somehow still managed to be snarky.
“Not really Katsuki, you’re telling me what’s going to happen”, you knew that wasn’t exactly fair, he was trying to explain to you why he couldn’t handle a relationship right now. Which somehow made you madder, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you, he just didn’t want you right now.
“Okay well, I guess I’m trying to have a conversation but you're being a child about this”, sitting up more, you shoot him a glare.
“So I’m not allowed to be hurt over this?”, you ask, trying not to raise your voice.
“I didn’t say that I just”, he cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair. He wished he could tell you how he couldn’t do this because it wasn’t the plan. He was never supposed to fall stupidly in love his first year of being a pro, he was supposed to be working on his career, putting his all into becoming number one, not worrying about you constantly. He just couldn’t do both right now and being a pro had always been his dream and he couldn’t just give it up or half-ass it for you. “I’m sorry, okay I’m sorry. I just can’t do this right now”
Biting down on your lip, you nod, not having any more energy to talk or fight about this. “I just thought I meant more to you than this”, you mumble, avoiding eye contact as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.
Sighing, he reaches his hand out for your face, gently cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “You do, that’s why I can’t do this right now. I can’t half-ass my career and I can’t half-ass this relationship. So one has to go”,
Looking at him you sigh, moving your face away from his and leaning back in your seat. “Okay.”
Opening his mouth, his response dies in his throat, because in all honesty there’s nothing else to say. There are no more excuses he can give you for breaking this off and even if he did it wouldn’t make this hurt any less.
“Can you take me home”, you whisper, closing your eyes, not allowing yourself to start crying.
“Yeah”, backing out, he heads back towards your house, the longest 8 minutes of your life.
Pulling up to your building, he parks, watching you as you get out.
“Please don’t expect me to wait around for when your ready for this”,
“I don’t”, reaching his hand out he grabs yours, his callused hand rough against yours. “I”, before he can finish you pull your hand out of his grasp.
“Good night bakugou”, turning around you walk towards your apartment, trying hard to ignore that he‘s still sitting in his car watching you get inside safely. You hated this, hated that you knew you’d forever be waiting for him to realize he could do it both. Waiting for him to want you again, need you again, and maybe the day that he finally pieced it together, that he could have his career and you that it’ll be too late.
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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calling katsuki after a villain attack while he’s away on a mission in another country
blood is seeping from your sides and you can barely see anything from all the debris but you try your best to bite down the pain as you crawl to rest your back against a fallen wall, reaching for your phone to call him as chills starts to prickle up your skin from the cold weather
answering the call after a few rings with a raspy voice, signaling that he was sleeping before you called. the grogginess immediately leaving his body when he hears your choked up voice call out to him. immediately flooding you with questions as worry starts to crawl up his spine
“babe? where are you?! what’s wrong?!!”
“i- i don’t know where i am kats, i can’t really see much” you say in between sniffles as you press on the gash at your side harder trying to contain the bleeding as best as you could in the hopes of someone coming for you
“what happened?” he ask sitting up in the bed of his hotel room, his heart hammering against his chest as he feels his lungs getting tighter making it a little hard to breathe at the thought of something happening to you
you explain how the villain came out of no where and you were separated from eijirou and now you don’t know where he is or when back up will arrive. how you managed to find refuge under the remains of a collapsed building but you wounds were too severe for you to aid them on your own
his heart sinks deeper into his rib age with every word that spills from your lips, dread sinking into his bones at the fact that he’s not there to help you and can’t get to you on time being miles away right now
“i um, i didn’t know who else to call, so i wanted to at least hear your voice again”, you choke out as you try to swallow the lump in your throat
“listen to me, you’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”, he says as he tries his best to console you
“mhm” you answer while trying to take a deep breath, your lungs aching with each inhale you take
“say it! i need to hear you say it, baby… tell me you’re okay!” he orders on the other line, desperation evident in his voice, needing to hear you say it, not knowing at this point if it was for your comfort or for his own
“katsuki, i’m okay”, you say with a tremble in your voice as tears start to spill from your eyes
“you’re okay” he whispers back to you while he stays in the line with you, trying to contain the tears spilling from his eyes as he continues comforting you the best that he can, exchanging soft i love you’s and telling you to hold on just a while longer until someone finds you
bakugou katsuki was never a religious man but in that moment he was praying to whatever god or deity that could be listening to not take you from him, anything but you
and as your breaths got slower and you stopped responding to his questions as he desperately called out to you, he swore he felt his heart stopped in that very moment, sitting alone in his hotel room, miles away from home, from you
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seasonal depression is hitting me and i’m literally sobbing while writing this, how can some of y’all write this on the regular? i’m breaking my own heart over here
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gglitch1dd · 9 months
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The Contract Pt1
Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.
Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.
Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader
<Masterlist> <PART 2>
Warning: Infidelity, Cheating, brief MxM smut, burning buildings, Izuku being superman for like 5 seconds, tension, angst, comfort
If anyone would have asked you if you were ever insecure of your relationship with Bakugou Katsuki, you would have said no. You would have actually laughed in their face for ever suggesting such a thing. For ever suggesting for a second that your Bakugou, your Katsuki, would ever cheat on you. That he would ever have eyes for anyone other than you. That he would ever find solace in someone else’s touch that wasn’t you.
Because Bakugou Katsuki was not a cheater.
He was a loyal and faithful man.
Or... that’s what you would have told yourself five minutes ago.
Now you weren’t entirely sure what to expect.
You had come back a few hours early from your abroad trip. You worked with the Hero Commission in media, specifically as a non-hero face for the media. A spokesperson for heroes and a correspondent and representative for the Hero Commission. It was a very stable job, very good pay, access to the elite life. It was all you could have imagined.
It was actually how you met Bakugou. He was an upcoming sidekick that had just exited out of UA with the rest of his classmates with a bang, and you were tasked with getting acquainted with them and getting close to them. It wasn’t really that hard. Most of them were pretty extroverted individuals. All you really had to do was bump into a pink woman and a man with electric blond hair and suddenly you were all friends. What came with knowing the upcoming sidekicks at the time, closer than others, also come with the territory of defending them from the media and speaking on their behalf.
You made them look good. You sold everything for them. You yourself were a predominant face in the media for the commission so you did it more than just out of the job but having known how it felt under that spotlight.
But then you met Bakugou. Bakugou was someone you never thought you would get close to. He was brash. He was annoying. He was a stuck up, over confident swine. Yet he captured your heart with those crimson eyes of his and suddenly you couldn’t even feel the ground underneath your feet. He swepped you up in his upcoming world and you let him. He was the now rising hero. The Number Two ProHero of all of Japan. And you were the non-hero face of the hero commission, an agent that specialised in the UA alumni that had took Japan by storm.
The two of you made a fantastic couple, outdoors and indoors. You managed to gravitate around each other like no one else could.
You gave him close to over six years of your life. You supported him, watched him rise in the ranks and as a hero and as a man. You did everything for him that you could. You patched him up after fights. You defended him in front of the media, in front of the commission. You would have given him both your kidneys if it meant that he would be alive and he would stay by your side. If he would be the man you knew who cooked and cleaned for you. The man who would die for you. The man that would burn the world in a fury of explosions just to see you smile.
You couldn’t understand how after all that, you could find him fucking his best friend. Your best friend.
Actually, to be more accurate, best friend was fucking him.
And by the looks and sounds of it, he was doing a pretty damn good job.
You stood in the doorway frozen in place. You weren’t sure where to look or if you even wanted to look. Your current boyfriend of six years, the Number Two ProHero Dynamight, was being forced face first into your black silk covers on your bed as his bestfriend, your best friend, the Number Six ProHero Red Riot was pounding him from behind.
Now if you had any less self respect, you might have found this hot. Actually, it was hot. Hearing your boyfriend cry out, whimpering as he could barely breathe, his cheeks puffy... well it was something you had thought about late at night more than once. However, you do have enough self respect to notice the big elephant in the room.
Your boyfriend was cheating on you.
You dropped your bags instantly making sound, causing both ProHeroes to look up at you. You stood motionless as both sets of crimson eyes looked to you. You looked between both men. “What... the... fuck.” You let out quietly.
Bakugou was stiff in fear, his pupils shrinking as his crimson gaze was locked onto you. This was not supposed to happen. This was not supposed to be how it turned out. He was not supposed to be underneath Kirishima Eijiro with his monstrous cock stuffed inside of him as his gorgeous partner stood in the doorway in front of him. Or at least not in any of his sober thoughts, this was not supposed to happen.
“B-baby...” He started breathless as he pushed himself up with his hands. “I-I... I can explain... This isn’t what it looks like.”
You were still stuck in place. “Eijiro’s fucking you in the ass.” You stated clearly.
Bakugou paused. “Okay, it is. It is what it looks like but...” He elbowed Kirishima in the ribs shaking the now pale redhead out of his stoic dissociation of this whole moment. Quickly Kirishima got off of him and Bakugou slipped to the floor grabbing his boxers. He hopped around for a second shoving his briefs on as if he wasn’t just being stuffed with dick a few seconds before.
You looked up at Kirishima. He couldn’t meet your gaze. The huge prohero, the strongest man you knew, he couldn’t look at you. His shoulders were tense as he looked down away from you. As he tried to bite down all the guilt he was feeling. His red locks of hair fell down around his face, attempting to hide him. You frowned. He was one of the most honest men you knew. He was your confidant, a man you could talk to about anything. The man who could hold you up and support you even better than your boyfriend sometimes. Well Ex boyfriend. And you know what he was doing now? He was banging your boyfriend behind your back.
You sighed. You picked up your suitcases and bags. “Goodbye, Katsuki.” You stated simply.
“Y/N, baby! Wait!” Bakugou raced over to you, tugging on your wrist forcing you to turn and face him. He looked confused, almost erratic. “I... I can explain.” You didn’t say anything at that. You just looked up at him emotionlessly. “I...” He felt as though there was a golf ball at the back of his throat. With you staring up at him like that, he wasn’t sure whether he could speak after all. “I know this isn’t what you want to come back to, but... it’s Eijiro. Eijiro the man we both love. I just... He’s my best friend and we’d liked each other for so long. It sort of just happened and I was planning on telling you-”
“How long has this been happening?” You interrupted him with the simple question.
He hesitated to answer you. You just looked at him hard. “A... A year.” Your eyes widened at the time span. “B-but the first time it happened, we didn’t even touch each other for like four months and-”
“Why?” Your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to comprehend it in your head but it wasn’t making sense to you. Bakugou paused at the question. He looked down away from you as he didn’t know exactly what to say to that. The blond had frustrated tears in his eyes as he glared down at the ground. “You could have talked to me.” You told him. “You could have said something and yet you said nothing. Nothing at all. You made me look like a fucking fool!” Your voice was starting to increase in volume as you glared up at him. “What even is this? Are you gay? You could have just told me.”
Bakugou closed his eyes. “I’m not gay.” He tried to clarify, but the look on your face said otherwise. “… not entirely.”
You just groaned in frustration. It was all so messy. All too messy. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t understand why he would do this. “Then what was this all for?” You asked him throwing your hands up in the air. “You made me look like a fool for what? Dick? So that you could finally have a piece of your best friend? What was it? Could I not satisfy you the way he can cause I don’t have a penis, is that why?”
His eyes closed almost pained with the assumption. “No...”
“THEN WHAT?” You shouted at him. “And you!” You pointed over to Kirishima who was walking to stand behind Bakugou. He shrunk back at your voice as he realised that you had noticed him come over. You turned your head to the side as you looked at him. “How could you?” You said pained and much quieter than if you were talking to Bakugou. Kirishima held back the tears as he still could not look at you. You dropped your shoulder as more sadness than anger filled you at the look of Kirishima in front of you. “You were one of my closest friends, Eijiro.”
“Y/N... I’m sorry.” He whispered. You scoffed almost in disbelief, looking to the side as your face scrunched up to one of disgust. He motioned to the man beside him. “We never intended to hurt you. We wanted to tell you of my feelings for the both of you, we really did but then... We...” He didn’t know how to explain it, looking off to the side. “I... We just...”
You sighed as you shook your head. You sniffed as you wiped your tears. “It doesn’t matter.” You let a tear slip down your face. You picked up your bags again. “I don’t care what the intentions were nor what the reason was. Fact of the matter is, Katsuki cheated. You both lied to me. I have enough self-respect for myself to know that I should never tolerate that, even if it’s from the both of you.” You whispered, looking up at them with such a hollow heartbroken expression.
Before you left you pulled off the promise ring that Bakugou gave you on your second year anniversary. The red diamond ring was one of your favourite gifts that he had given you. You slipped off the ring painfully. You took his hand and you placed it onto the palm of his hand. Bakugou froze at the gesture. The weight of the ring so heavy in his hand it felt like the weight of the world.
Bakugou expected to see you to at least look disappointed, sad, angry or some emotion that you were feeling when you had first arrived, but you showed nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your face just empty. “We’re done, Katsuki. I’ll send people to collect my things for me.” You turned around, dropping his hand and taking your bags. “Goodbye Katsuki. See you and Eijiro around. You’ll make a fantastic couple by the way.” You left out the door and you didn’t turn back.
That night you booked a hotel room, not wanting to bother any of your friends, mostly because they were also their friends too. You didn’t want to villainise them. You didn’t even think you wanted to think about them right now. You booked a room, went inside and allowed yourself to break down. The tears all came back flooding. As much as you loved Kirishima and Bakugou, you loved them so much in your heart, what they did wasn’t respectful to you. They could have told you. They could have been honest with you, but they snuck around. They lied to you.
You bawled your eyes until no more tears could flow, you cried so hard that your body forced to you to black out into an empty sleep and damn were you grateful for it. Nothing had felt better like nothingness. Like floating empty not having to see them together in your head.
When you had woken up, you weren’t sure what to do. You and Bakugou had been living together in his apartment for the past five years but now you were homeless. It wasn’t particularly hard for you to find a new apartment for the time being, you did work with the commission and that did have its perks. However, you weren’t even sure if you could do it right now. So you did the most spontaneous random thing you could do.
You left the country for the next two years.
“Dynamight!” One of his sidekicks called as they were escorting another civilian out of the burning apartment building that was in front of them. No one knows how it had gotten this bad. Why weren’t the heroes or the fire department notified earlier. It is what everyone wanted to know but no one got an answer to it.
Prohero Dynamight turned around to look to his sidekick. He was directing the chaos that was happening around the building. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his Friday night but when hero work calls, it calls. The fire was a blazing hot mess of heat. One could feel it from just standing outside. Bakugou himself was shocked that there could still be anyone else still left inside. Alive that is.
“The building is coming down sir!” The sidekick shouted pointing back to the apartment building.
Bakugou scowled as he heard the loud creaking of steel enforcements. It was so loud he could feel it in his chest, underneath his boots. “Clear the area!” He shouted. “I want no one near this thing if it comes down.” He turned to look at the sidekicks under him that all nodded and stuck to his orders. He put a finger to his earpiece. “How’s it looking Red?” He asked.
“There are still a few people missing.” Prohero Red Riot spoke over the comms. He was with some civilians in a safety zone, making sure the right people went to medical and others were kept warm for the night and received some assistance whether it be calling loved ones or finding their loved ones. “I’ve received some information that there’s someone missing who didn’t get out. I don’t know who it is.”
Bakugou’s scowl only deepened. Of course there was someone that was unaccounted for. He tried to think fast. He could fly in and check the higher levels with less fire but that in itself was dangerous. The fire department had already agreed with him and either putting out the fire or waiting for the building to come down. It wasn’t safe to send in their fighters anymore. Water was already being sprayed into the building from all sides and yet it only seemed to stay the same. He let out a sigh. He put a finger to his comms.
“Dynamight!” He turned his head to the chief of police. They had a finger pointed up to a higher level of the apartment.
Standing by a windows ledge was a civilian. They were coughing up a storm but they were holding something in thick towels. They tried waving down the people below but it was clear that they were heavily disorientated from the smoke and fire.
“Landing mat now!” Dynamight yelled, evoking more action.
He took one step, and everything was shaking underneath him. The ground was shaking and something was awfully wrong. Everyone quickly held something stable and secure. Bakugou looked up and then he saw them falling. For a split second it was almost as if time stopped itself. The civilian was out of the window and in the air. He took stand, his hands sparking.
Then like a jet something flew in the sky with a spark of light and fire exploded out of the building forcing everyone back. Bakugou raised an arm over his eyes as he forced himself to look up.
Floating down in front of the burning building that immitted light was the silhouette of a man with a cape on. Prohero Deku floated down from the sky like a gift from the heavens, a saviour sent by God himself,  his cape blowing behind him as he held the remaining civilian in his arms. He landed on the ground with a thud before turning his head up to look at everyone else. He quickly moved with the civilian in his arms towards an ambulance.
“I have a civilian here! Severe smoke inhalation from the looks of it, dehydrated and unconscious!” He shouted as he placed them down on a stretcher for the paramedics. The paramedics took the towelled bundled out of the civilian's arms. It was only then that Midoriya froze at the face of the civilian. Bakugou stormed over to Midoriya, questions on how the hell Midoriya got here, but then the green haired hero whispered a name Bakugou wasn’t expecting. “Y/N.”
Bakugou looked down in the light of the ambulance to see you with an oxygen mask on your face, barely breathing. Sweat lined your forehead and body, your clothes having areas soaked with it or with burnt marks. Midoriya held the bundle in his arms and then he felt something move in it. He took a step back, unfurling the bundle of towels. It was then that he froze. In the bundle of towels was a baby. A little baby boy who was on the brink of crying. Midoriya quickly dropped all the towels that weren’t necessary for keeping the little boy away from the fire and kept him in his blanket.
He shushed him quietly holding the baby to his chest tighter. “Hey there little guy.” He whispered with a smile on his face. “Sh... it’s okay. It’s okay.” He said softly. The baby started to calm down, moving his hands up towards Midoriya’s face. Midoriya’s smile broadened as he laughed lightly. He looked up at the paramedics, moving to pass the child to them. “Keep him with her. We don’t want to separate them.” He told them seriously. “Check him too, but she kept him wrapped in towels and he doesn't seem to have any burns or trouble breathing.” He reported as the little baby boy was handed over.
“Thank you, Deku, sir.” They nodded their head. They closed the ambulance with a loud bang and the ambulance roared to life. It’s siren going off as it drove away to the closest hospital.
Both proheroes stood in silence at everything going on around them for a moment. Midoriya sighed before turning to Bakugou. He folded his arms over his chest and looked to the blond explosion hero. “What’s the report, Dynamight?” He asked, skipping pleasantries to focus on the task at hand that was putting out the fire.
Bakugou was still looking off in the direction of where the ambulance had gone. He hadn’t seen you in years and here you were, back in Japan without a word or trace. It was shocked him to his core more than anything else. However, Bakugou didn’t have time to be shocked. Not when Deku was standing right next to him. His crimson gaze flicked to Midoriya. He scowled. “How did you get here, Deku?”
“I flew.”
“I thought you couldn’t fly.”
“I was floating in a constant direction,” Midoriya put a hand out flat to show Bakugou what he meant. “at a constant speed, uniform velocity by the way,” He clarified for Bakugou which only made the blond scowl. “Of 400 km per-”
Bakugou tsked. “I know what you mean, you damn nerd! I don’t need you reciting fucking physics to me. Why the hell are you here?” He asked motioning around them.
Midoriya’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh...” He dropped his shoulders. He motioned forward in front of him. “I was actually on my way heading home.” He informed the blond. “I had clocked out, but I saw Y/N and I thought, why not.” He shrugged honestly not thinking much about it.
Bakugou glared up at Midoriya with a scowl on his face. Anger bubbled inside him that Midoriya just so happened to be passing by and did his job for him. He wasn’t even on the clock and still doing hero work. It was something Bakugou hated about him. How effortless it was for him to be a hero, almost as if he wasn’t born with a handicap preventing him from being one in the first place. “You thought I couldn’t handle it.”
The green haired hero sighed as he brought a hand to his temple. Somehow, Midoriya was no where near surprised about that assumption. He was talking to Bakugou, and knowing him, he was always assuming something. He closed his eyes. He didn’t have the patience to deal with Bakugou Katsuki’s assumptions right now. Not when it was just after midnight and he had just had a 24 hour shift. “No, Dynamight. I knew you could handle it.” He clarified for the blond. “I just wanted to help.”
“Well-”
“Dynamight! I heard what happened, did you get the remaining civilian?” Red Riot spoke over the comms.
Bakugou paused. He put a finger to his ear and hummed. “Yah we did.” He looked away from one moment and suddenly with another big bang of air breaking around him and in another spark of light, Midoriya was gone. He had taken the opportunity to gratefully leave the angry explosive hero before the two of them would be stuck at each other all night. Bakugou rolled his eyes, annoyed at Midoriya. “She’s at a hospital.”
He heard Red Riot sigh in relief. “That’s good to hear.”
“Hey Red...” Bakugou looked back up at the building that was slowly loosing its flames. “It was Y/N... She was the civilian and… she had a baby with her...”
You were walking to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. It was late in the night and you had barely gotten any sleep. Nightmares had been plaguing you on the fire that had happened. It came to you in the dead of night, waking up to images of the fire still blazing in your head. You groaned as you took a bottle from the fridge, a hand to your temple as you did so. You moved to lean against the counter for a moment, trying to think.
A knock sounded.
You perked up at the sound. It was the dead of night, just to three a.m and there was a knock at your door. “Well this is one way to die.” You grumbled as you pushed off the counter and walked out of your kitchen. Before you could even get to the front door, you saw someone standing on your balcony. Eyebrows furrowing, you went over to the door of your balcony and upon closer inspection saw someone. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Midoriya?” You opened the door, allowing fresh cool air in.
“Good evening.” Midoriya spoke with a small smile as he stood in your doorway, his hero uniform still on him.
You looked at him blankly for a moment. “It’s two a.m.”
“Uh... Good morning?” He said with a more embarrassed smile now.
You tried to bite back a chuckle. You shook your head. “Morning Midoriya, what are you doing here?” You asked him, leaning against the glass door of your balcony entrance way.
“I wanted to check in on you.” He spoke honestly. “The hospital had said they discharged you but I was worried. I wanted to check in on you the day after but then I got busy, and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry if I woke you up, it wasn’t very considerate of me to come knocking on your balcony door in the middle of the night.” He motioned to the night sky above.
You chuckled and shook your head. “No it’s alright. It’s... its sweet of you. Thank you.” You motioned for him to come in. “Uh... please.” He stepped inside, stepping past you. It was then you remembered just how large Midoriya was now. His size was something he had gained much of after U.A. He was packed with thick muscle now and tall. However, he still had that layer of cute baby fat to his face (primarily his cheeks). He stepped in looking around your dark apartment. You kept it styled to your liking but still had that space that told him that it was on the higher end of accommodation. “Sorry, I didn’t know I would be expecting such esteemed company...” You chuckled as you tried not to die in embarrassment at the coffee mugs on the table.
Midoriya chuckled shaking his head. “No please. It’s fine. I came in unannounced.” He reminded you. He looked around in interest at your space. “I didn’t know you were back in the country.”
You nodded your head. “Yah... I’ve actually been here for the past half a year. I’ve just been on the lowkey, doing work from home and things like that.” You informed him as you grabbed your cup of water and leaned against your couch.
“Ah, I see. Well...” He turned to look back at you. “I’m glad that you’re back.” He told you with a smile to his face, genuine. “It’s been...” He tried to think of a word. “Interesting without you here.”
You hummed. A sort of silence settled between the two of you, both of you thinking for just a moment. You cleared your throat. “I see work still treating you well. You’re still number one.” You pointed out.
Midoriya chuckled nodding his head. “Yah...” He scratched the back of his head. “It’s the workaholic in me.” He motioned to your couch, asking for permission to sit down. You nodded your head, letting him do as he pleased. He sighed at finally being able to relax for a moment. You watched his thick body of hard earned muscle relax on your couch as  he threw his head back for a second, a thick neck and sharp jaw on display. “Just constant work and responsibilities. Meetings here, patrol there, galas and dinners on the side. It gets...” He let out a small yawn, covering his mouth with one hand. “It’s tiring.” He sighed. He turned his head to look back up to you. “So how’s your son?”
Now that caught you off guard. You raised an eyebrow. “My son?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. You weren’t sure what he was referring to.
“Oh I’m sorry, are they a girl?” He asked raising his head off the back of your couch. “I couldn’t really tell when I held them, I was just assuming.” He apologised.
You just blinked at him confused. You tilted your head to the side. “I don’t have any children.” You told him slowly. Midoriya looked back at you confused. He sat up, and put a hand to his chin. He wondered if the baby was all a figment of his imagination. Maybe he really did need sleep. You looked to the coffee table when something caught your eye. That’s when you understood what the misunderstanding was. You let out a chuckle in amusement that took Midoriya’s attention. You walked over to stand in front of the coffee table. You picked up the newspaper and faced him. An image of him on that night of the fire carrying you and the baby you were holding in his arms as he flew down from the burning apartment building. “This baby?” You asked pointing to the image.
“Yah...” He said confused. His eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t that yours and K-kacchan's? Isn’t that the reason you left?” He asked carefully and slowly. He didn’t want to seem too intrusive and pry too much.
At the mention of your ex, your face scrunched up and you shook your head quickly denying it. “Oh God no.” You chuckled. “No, the baby isn’t Katsuki’s. The boy isn’t even mine.” You revealed to Midoriya making his eyebrows raise up in surprise. “Although...” You put down the newspaper. “I wish he was. It would make things much less lonely.” You let out a small piece of how you were feeling before quickly pushing it to the side. “No, I was baby and house sitting for a friend. She had gone on a business trip and entrusted me with her son.”
“Oh... oh...” Midoriya put his hands to his face as his cheeks went pink in embarrassment. Even as an adult he never really shook off how easily he could turn pink in the face. He groaned as he bent forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume.” He apologised to you quickly only making you giggle. He dropped his hands from his face and sat up. “It’s just that, no one really knew why you and Kacchan broke up and after the whole finding you in a burning apartment with baby thing, I wasn’t the only one to assume that it was the case. Shoto is actually about to lose a whole lot of money come to think of it. I told him not to make those bets on that theory-”
“Excuse me?”
“Hm?” Midoriya looked up at you with bright green sparkling eyes almost as if he hadn’t said anything at all.
You glared down at him, knowing he was silently gaslighting you into believing so. You huffed. You looked away from him to look down at the newspaper for a second. Midoriya’s façade broke for just a moment, an amused smirk on his face before your eyes flicked up and there was a look of interest and care. “As I was saying, there wouldn’t be a problem if you did have a kid. Which is totally fine. There’s nothing wrong with having a child. Not that I’m insinuating that there is something wrong with having a child. Hell, I love kids. I would love to have children of my own. It would actually make my mother very happy. She’s been on my case about settling down and in all honest, its harder than it looks. I was just confused when I saw the baby and-”
You watched him amusedly as he rambled off like a train. His words were going a mile a minute and he seemed stuck in his own world for a moment. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to see how long he would go on for or you should interrupt him. You chuckled. “Midoriya.”
He quickly closed his mouth as he looked up to you realising that he went off. He dropped his head in apology. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to go off like that.”
You just laughed it off. “It’s alright. Really. Although you should tell everyone, especially Shoto,” You popped your own smirk for a second, a spark coming to his eye before you turned back to a serious expression. “that that isn’t the reason why I left Katsuki.” You revealed to him as you turned around to go back to the kitchen. “Want coffee?” You asked him.
Midoriya chuckled as he stood up from your couch. “It’s two in the morning.” He reminded you. He picked up the empty mugs on the table and followed you into your kitchen.
You turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “And?”
He paused for a second and for one of the rare moments that you had known Midoriya you saw a dark hint of mischief in his eyes. Amusement mixed with something else entirely. He chuckled and nodded his head towards you. “I’d love a cup.” He assured you. He put the mugs in your sink and then proceeded to take off his thick white gloves right as you put on the kettle.
You quickly kicked off the counter. “It’s okay, Midoriya. I can wash those.” You tried to get to the dishes as you reached beside him.
“Nope.” Without warning, you were hoisted up easily. You let out a short yelp at that. He picked you up so easily it made you feel concerned. He hoisted you on top of your counter, keeping you there. He gave you a pointed look. “You are going to sit here and wait for the water to boil. I am an unwanted guest who has to atone by washing your dishes.” He gave you a genuine smile. “Really. It’s okay. I like washing dishes.” You were speechless as you watched him turn around. He put his gloves to the side and reached back to pull down his hero suit. You watched wordlessly as he pulled off his sleeves wrapping them around his midsection before setting to work on your mugs. You fought back the heat that creeped up your neck at how you were faced with the sculpted image of his back. Few scars littered it but it was a mesmerising site. Hard earned muscle, broad shoulders with a slenderer waist exposed to you so easily.
You quickly looked down away from him. You really had been alone for too long. You cleared your throat. “I prefer laundry.” You told him, trying to distract yourself. “I find it calming in a sense.” You reached back behind you to the cupboard to fetch two mugs. You eyed the Dynamight mug that you never had the heart to throw away. You frowned. You picked up two plain mugs and brought them down to the counter you were sitting on. “I didn’t know Mr Number One washed his own dishes.” You teased.
Midoriya froze for a second. He thanked the heavens that you couldn’t see his facial expression the else you might have seen the way he nearly rolled his eyes back. He closed his eyes and took a breath before forcing a smile at your statement. He shrugged. “I love to do it when I can, but the commission prefers sending housekeeping to my apartment, so it depends whether I’m lucky or not.” He told you honestly, as he busied himself in the mugs and plate that was in your sink.
“Oh so ProHero Deku doesn’t have some budding housewife waiting for him back home? I’m scared I might be taking someone else’s time.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “Nope. You aren’t taking anyone’s time. It’s... it’s just me.” He told you a bit more quieter than he was originally.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned forward slightly. “Weren’t you and Uravity a thing?” You slid off the counter noticing the kettle calm down. You grabbed the coffee and sugar as you started making the two of you coffee.
“Nah.” He shook his head. “Nothing more than...” He hesitated as he turned his head slightly. He tried to find the right way to put it. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before turning to focus back on the dishes properly. “Friends with benefits, so to speak.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise at that. Midoriya in your eyes had never seemed like the type to dabble in one night company. He only took people he was interested into Hero Galas and if not it was a close partner or no one at all. “Oh? I didn’t know you fucked around, Midoriya.” You teased as you mixed the coffee and sugar within the mugs. “What’s your type? Brunettes?”
He chuckled as he shook his head. “I don’t have a specific type and I don’t fuck around.” He finished putting the last mug on the drying stand. “Not entirely.” He turned back to look at you. You stood in front of him with a waiting hot cup of coffee. He lowered his shoulders and smiled as he gratefully took it out of your hands. His large hands brushing against yours and consuming the cup more than you thought it would. “Thank you.” He motioned towards you with the mug in hand. “One-night stands and those type of relationships aren’t really my thing.” He told you honestly with a shrug.
You both stood opposite each other, leaning against the counters. You enjoyed the warmness of the coffee as you looked back up at him. “Ever consider becoming a sugar daddy?” You asked him.
Midoriya nearly choked on his coffee. You let out a laugh at his reaction as he quickly cleared his throat. He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips, he glanced down at his coffee before flicking his heated gaze up to you. He decided to entertain you. “What? Are you interested?” He asked you.
Your eyes moved up to him again as you lowered your mug from your lips. You looked to the side with a scoff as you leaned back. “What makes you assume that?”
He shrugged. “Why else would you be asking?”
You looked him up and down wondering if this was him teasing you back. “You are aware that you are the one who came knocking on my door in the middle of the night, right?”
“Yes.” Midoriya sighed as he looked up for a moment. His eyes went back to you, dark green eyes that held something more intense than you thought you could have found there. His eyes moved down before slowing moving up your figure. It was then that you realised that you were standing in little less than your short crop pyjama set with no bra on. You let out a stuttered breath as you held your mug closer to you effectively making you breasts much more defined to him (not to your knowledge). He looked back up at you, eyes dark in seduction and contained lust. “But you let me in, didn’t you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Hm...” You thought about it for a moment. “Did I make a mistake of some kind?”
Midoriya shrugged. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
You spent hours talking to Midoriya, and you barely even noticed it at all. It was like talking to someone you had known for the longest while. It didn’t make much sense to you but then again, you didn’t really want it to make a lot of sense. You were enjoying yourself and you had company. It was much more than you could say about yourself for the past two years. His smile and laugh were contagious and he was a great listener and talker too.
Often than not you could found yourself lost in the stories he chose to tell. All the many things he had gotten through that could make little to no sense sometimes when he rambled but somehow only made the stories that much more genuine. You weren’t exactly sure how a quick check in just flowed into the both of you sitting on the couch for the past four hours just talking. Yet you couldn’t regret it even if you wanted to.
You shook your head as you sat in front of him, one arm resting on your hiked knee and the other resting on the back of the couch. “Oh Katsuki can be annoying.” You nodded your head with a chuckle.
“Can be?” Midoriya looked at you as if you were crazy. “No one infuriates me more than him.” He stated persistently making you laugh. “I hide it in public but God does he have me wanting to punch something.” He rolled his eyes. “He contradicts me in everything. He questions me in front of other heroes when things are absolutely flawless, ridicules me in front of the media and constantly berates me. It’s...” He chuckles as he pulls a hand through his green curls. “It’s fucking annoying.”
“Whoa there, Midoriya.” You put up your hands in surrender. “Don’t take your anger out on me.” He chuckled at your words. You relaxed and nodded your head. “Yah, it was pretty annoying, your petty rivalry to be honest. Or to be more specific, Katsuki never letting it go.” You rolled your eyes at the memories. “And God does thinking of him just makes me so angry. It makes me so mad cause I feel like such a fool. Even now.” You shrugged as you starred off to the side. You had barely been able to talk about your feelings towards Bakugou after the breakup, but you’d always just refused to even entertain it. Then again, maybe that’s why you didn’t move on. “After he cheated on me,”
Midoriya’s eyes flicked up to you. His facial expression didn’t change in fear of you not continuing but that caught him off guard. Bakugou Katsuki? Cheat? It was something Midoriya never thought possible, but then again why else would you be here, and he was out there? The two of you had an envious relationship. Why would that all be thrown away?
“I thought travelling and just spending time on myself would work. That maybe finding purpose in me would work, but no. Nothing’s changed. I am still alone, barely moving where I was two years ago and he is out there. New relationship, breaking boundaries, advancing as the Number Two hero. God if I could just...” You closed your eyes as you bawled up your fists. You let out a smile as you sighed. “Sorry Midoriya, I didn’t mean to dump on you like that.”
“Don’t apologise.” He told you honestly. “I wanted to listen. You deserve someone to listen to you.” He motioned towards you. He took a moment to think, eyebrows furrowing as he did so. He looked back to you as he leaned back against your couch. “You coming to the Hero Dinner next month?” He asked you. “We’ve missed you out there. Being at events, representing us and standing there being the face for the public to see.” His fingers traced circles on the cushion next to him. 
You hesitated. “Midoriya... I don’t think I’m that same woman.”
“Aww come on.” He threw one arm open. He adjusted his seating. “You know what I most admired about you?” He asked you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t trying to pressurise you. He wanted to genuinely tell you. “You... YN, were the only person I could ever see stand in front of a ton of heroes, host an entire gala and then proceed to go outside, control the press and act like its a regular Tuesday all while wearing stilettoes.” You smiled as you looked down at your lap. “You are the only one who wasn’t a hero, who spoke up to defend us against the commission for all the wreckage that happened in the suburbs due to a big villain attack that went too out of control. You were the only one that somehow is neutrally good and balances both sides. You’re a powerful woman, Y/N. You shouldn’t forget that.” The smile on your face, that he caused due to his words, made everything so much better to have said it in his eyes. Midoriya looked out to the windows. “Holy All Might, what’s the time?”
You looked back at the windows too and saw the sunrise orange hues stream inside your apartment. Your eyebrows raised in shock at how it was already the morning. “Uh...” You checked the clock on your wall. “Six. Six fifteen.” You told him.
Midoriya stood up and in a flash of lightning he was still standing in place but this time he had his gloves in hand. He zipped back up his hero shirt, never really having put it back on since having taken it off initially. “I should get back home and take a nap before my meeting at twelve.” He told you, pulling his gloves back on.
“I thought you said you don’t sleep.” You shot to him as you stood up, opening the balcony doors for him.
Midoriya shot you a smirk, sharp canines glinting in the morning light. His skin was glowing, freckles that dotted his skin all over only enhanced by the light and made prominent by his smile. Dimples. “I don’t. I nap. There’s a difference.” You chuckled as you stood against the doorway. He snapped his fingers and he pressed a button on his gloves and his white hero cape came flying back to him, clipping onto his shoulders. He walked over to stand next to you. He kept his eyes on you for a moment. He wanted to say so much and yet felt like if he said anything else he would never leave. “I’ll text you later? Or more accurately, when I get home.”
You nodded your head. “Yah, you will. Knowing you.” He chuckled. You motioned back to his cape. “Does your cape always just blow majestically with no breeze?”
Midoriya looked back behind him. “Uh...” He turned his head back to you. “You’d be surprised how much the PR team pays the hero support department at my agency.” You shook your head with a chuckle. He shot you a wink. “Same time Tuesday?” He asked as he started to walk out onto your balcony.
You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a date?”
“Whoa I never said that.” He raised his hands up. He had a smirk on his face though as he pushed his green curls back. “You want me that bad, huh? How much does baby want? Five hundred thousand yen per meet up?”
You rolled your eyes. “Goodbye, Midoriya.” You turned to go back inside before pausing once your brain digested the amount. “WAIT! HOLD ON!” You quickly turned around.
You heard laughter but he was already gone. You looked up at the sky with a smile. You shook your head as you closed the door. You weren’t sure how to feel but the smile on your face couldn’t leave. You walked over back to your room that was the exact same since you left it. You fell back into your covers as you looked up at the ceiling. You wondered what the hell this was all for?
You giggled as you covered your eyes with a sigh. Maybe you needed a nap yourself. You moved the sheets when you felt your phone buzz. You raised an eyebrow as you picked it up off your side table. You opened your phone and saw a message from Midoriya. It was an image of him in his apartment with a thumbs up.
Midoriya: Made it home safe. Heavy congestion though.
You rolled your eyes at him.
Ever since then you found yourself stuck on your phone texting Midoriya none stop. Any time he had free time he would send you a text and you would send one back. It was a back and forth thing. Soon you found yourself starring at your phone waiting for it to light up telling you that you had a message. You found yourself smiling at your phone and waiting on every message or text.
Midoriya couldn’t exactly say that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t exactly say that he didn’t wait on your every text, voice message or call. Even his sidekicks started noticing it and hell even started to tease him. He didn’t really mind, if it meant hearing you ramble about your day on a voice note only making him smile.
Although he had to put his phone away when dealing with cases or on patrol ninety percent of the time but then there was the hero dinner.
Heroes sat at their tables some with their partners, others surrounded by friends as the dinner was already in full swing. Midoriya was in a tight-fitting suit, slicked back green hair and a champagne glass in hand as he had glasses on and listened to ProHero Chargebolt speak of a mission he had last week. Dinner was yet to be served so as they waited, the group of heroes told stories and enjoyed the live music.
“I mean in my defence; he was in my shock radius.” He put his hands up in innocence.
ProHero Creati laughed as she smiled at the story. She wore a plum cocktail dress tailored to her figure. Momo raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you tell him to stay back?”
“I did.” Denki laughed. He shrugged as he lifted his own glass to his lips with a smirk. “Not my fault he didn’t listen.”
Mina shook her head amused at one of her closest friends. It never did make any sense to her any of his stories but she loved to listen to them anyways. She turned over to Midoriya with a smile. Her innocent smile turned diabolical as she looked at him. Midoriya’s raised an eyebrow slowly wondering whether he should run or not. “So Midoriya...” She started. “I heard from a little birdie that you’re dating someone.”
Midoriya nearly choked on his champagne. Iida rubbed his back as he put down the champagne glass. Midoriya coughed as he looked up at the pink hero.
Bakugou who sat opposite Midoriya at the round table raised an eyebrow. He scoffed. “Yah right.”
Midoriya cleared his throat as he sat up. He looked to Iida with an appreciative glance. “Thank you.” He said in gratitude before turning to Bakugou in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at the blond. “Excuse me, Kacchan...” He started with a forced smile.
Mina and Denki pursed their lips as they looked at each other knowing that the two pros were about to have it out against one another. Iida sighed knowing that something was about to happen. “Here we go again.” He muttered as he took a sip of his own champagne. Shoto raised an eyebrow not understanding why everyone was reacting like that.
“What do you mean by that?” Midoriya asked putting down his glass and looking up at Bakugou.
Kirishima looked down at the blond next to him nervously, not knowing whether to step in or not. Bakugou smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “I mean it like you think I mean it.” He shot back. “Why on earth would you be dating someone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Midoriya tilted his head, his smile becoming strained as he started to grow annoyed. “Because I want to?”
“Please, like you could find someone to date.” Bakugou shot back as he put down his glass. Everyone at the table had wide eyes at his words, keeping their mouths shut as they looked to Midoriya. Midoriya kept his pleasant smile on his face but one could physically feel the electricity and restraint around him as he looked over to Bakugou. His jaw was tense and he looked to him with nothing but empty green eyes. Bakugou started counting his reasons. “You’ve barely got time for a partner, you talk too much, the reality of actually dating the top hero chases most people away after a month and you’re probably as vanilla as four eyes over there.”
Iida looked over to Bakugou with a shocked expression. “Hey, I-” He stopped talking as he felt a hand go over his.
Midoriya didn’t look to Iida but kept facing forward. The aura around him was suffocating and the energy at the table was too tense for words. Everyone bounced looking from Bakugou to Midoriya before settling on the green haired hero to see what he had to say. Midoriya hummed as he sat back, he picked up his champagne glass and took a sip. “Well, at least I don’t cheat on my partners, Kacchan.”
Like a bucket of ice had been poured onto him, Bakugou went stiff and pale. Bakugou didn’t want to believe it. He let out a scoff. “Yah as if.” He couldn’t believe it. You had never told a soul of why you had broken up with him. You hadn’t want to ruin the way his friends saw him. Or at least that's what Bakugou thought. How on earth would Midoriya know. He couldn’t possibly. But with one flick of Midoriya’s jade gaze to Kirishima along with a raised eyebrow before looking back to the blond, Bakugou knew that he knew the cold hard honest truth. 
Midoriya opened his mouth to speak before a hand went to his shoulder. “Enjoying the champagne everyone?” He turned around and his eyes widened. Standing behind him was you and God did you look gorgeous. You stood in a classy suit, your blazer having a deep v-cut revealing nothing but unblemished skin underneath. You stood in heels as you looked over at the table, your hand on Midoriya.
Denki shot up with smile. “Y/N!” He cheered. You chuckled as he quickly made his way over to you with a hug. He pulled you in tightly, glad to have you back. “God, you can’t believe how worried I was when I saw you on the front page of the newspaper.”
You hugged him back, grateful to be holding him again. He was one of your closest friends and someone you never lost contact with. It hurt to be away from him because no matter what he always loved and supported you. It was just the type of friend that he was. “It’s great to see you too, Denks.” You told him honestly.
Mina waved at you, glad to see you too. “Girl, where have you been?” She asked you with a tilt of her head. “You tell me you’re in the country and yet we haven’t hit the clubs.”
You chuckled as you stayed at Denki’s side. “I’ve been resting before entering the scene again.” You say with a sigh as you looked around the table. “It’s good to see everyone like this again.” You spoke honestly. Your eyes went to Bakugou. He was frozen as he looked at you, red crimson eyes locked onto your being. You were still gorgeous as ever. It was as if time stopped for him, seeing you facing him once more. However, your gaze then moved to his partner. Kirishima sat next to him, still not able to bear the weight of your gaze as he held his champagne glass in his hand. He was glad he left his hair loose today, allowing him to focus on a red stray lock of hair than to look at you. “Red Riot...” He stilled at the mention of his hero name. You never used to call him that. Always referring to him as Kiri or Eijiro. Never Red Riot. Never so formal. “Dynamight, that interview on the Daily T show was great.” You congratulated.
Before you could spend any more clearly tense and strained attention on them, Midoriya stood up, taking your attention. The tall green haired hero looked down at you with a smirk on his freckled face. His emerald, green eyes looked your outfit over again, deep dark eyes going over your figure as if wanting to burn the image of you into his head. His smirk only grew causing a dimple to appear. “Look who decided to show up.” He teased, placing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.
You squeezed Denki’s hand before turning fully to face Midoriya. You chuckled as you folded your arms over your chest, trying to match his cockiness. “I’ll have you know, Mr Number One, that I had a good influence.” You shrugged. 
Midoriya clenched his jaw as he felt a shiver run down his spine and his cock twitch. He clenched his hands in his pockets. He had to find some way of getting you to stop saying those three words. At least not in public. He raised an eyebrow down at you. “Good influences?” You nodded your head, only making him hum as he watched you in a heat causing gaze. “Does this mean I have to keep offering you money to come to events?”
You thought about it for a moment, putting a finger to your lips as you thought. You tilted your head before looking back at him. “Hm... no, but maybe if you beg though.” Midoriya let out a chuckle which made you smile. You opened your mouth to speak before receiving an instruction through your earpiece. You hummed pressing down on it for a moment before looking back up at Midoriya. You sighed. “Well, I have to make sure I keep up your good images for the press.”
Taking you by surprise before you could leave, Midoriya pulled you in by the waist against him. His arm wrapped tightly around you with his face just a few small inches away. You felt your lungs run out of breath as you grew flustered. Heat moving up your neck at the intimate act. He smirked down at you, noticing your flustered expression. “Will I see you after this?” He asked more quietly, eyes glancing over at a certain livid blond.
You caught on quickly. Deciding to entertain him, you took a risk. You nodded at his question before pushing your body further against him. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through curly green hair and pulling his head down to speak into his ear. Your lips brushed against his ears as you were about to speak. “Same place same time?”
Midoriya was motionless only for less than a second at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He smirked and leaned his head closer to you. “Better be coffee.” He whispered back
“Done.” You placed your lips against his neck in a kiss. Midoriya’s eyebrows raised slightly but his smile only grew. You were careful not to leave too much lipstick on him as you retracted yourself. You fiddled with the loose hairs at the back of his neck. You let go of him, walking away, keeping a hand on him. “See you later.” You shot him a wink as you squeezed his bicep. You gave Denki a wave as you walked off to greet other hero guests.
Midoriya’s eyes followed you for a second, all his attention on you and the way your body moved and swayed as you walked away. He cleared his throat, remembering where he was before turning back to the table. It was so painfully tense that if he had a knife, he could probably cut it. With an extra pep in his step, he took his seat again and picked up his champagne glass. A clear unremovable smile on his face that he couldn’t even deny if he wanted to. He looked it over before turning his gaze over to Mina. “Mina can you pass the champagne?” He asked.
Mina was stuck with a dropped jaw expression. Denki raised his eyebrows before releasing a scoff in disbelief. “Mr Midoriya... or should I call you Mr Rizzdoriya?” He stated as he took the bottle and handed it to Midoriya, with a teasing wink.
Midoriya chuckled. “What? No.” He shook his head as he took the bottle gratefully. Midoriya took out the cork and poured into his glass. He hummed to himself for a moment before lifting his gaze up to Bakugou who looked as though if he got close enough to Midoriya he would gouge his eyes out. Midoriya’s smile on grew brighter as he put down the bottle. “I mean… like I could find someone to date.” He tilted his head slightly before putting the champagne back in a bucket of ice.
-Glitch1d
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lightseoul · 9 months
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you're losing me
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synopsis. bakugou proposes to you. you give him an unexpected response.
cw. gn!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged up (28 yrs old), some cussing
word count. 2.5k words
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“Where is everybody?”
You ask as you look around the barren restaurant, which, on most days, is jampacked with high-profile customers. How Bakugou was able to get you both a table is beyond you.
“Don’t mind ‘em,” he says before dipping down to finish the rest of his soup. “They’re just a bunch of extras anyway.”
You merely hum in response.
A moment passes with the both of you finishing your appetizers when a question dawns on you.
“By the way,” you start, “what’s the occasion, Kats?”
At that, he frowns. “What, you’re saying I can’t treat my partner whenever I feel like it?”
You snort. “I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that we don’t usually opt for extremely overpriced restaurants.”
You gesture to your evening gown and his suit. “We don’t usually dress up either.”
“Yeah, well. Just go with it, okay?”
You stare at him for a beat before deciding to let it go.
“Okay.”
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You’re down to the last bite of your dessert when Bakugou clears his throat. You look up, only to be met with the familiar expression of nervousness decorating his features.
It’s how he looked at you back when he first asked you out three years ago.
“You alright?” you ask.
He nods, “Peachy. Just need to tell you something.”
Almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace. You brace yourself for bad news.
“What is it?”
At your query, Bakugou suddenly stands up and circles your table, stopping right in front of you.
And before you could even comprehend what’s happening, he’s already on one knee, holding a small velvet box.
“Y/N.”
At the mention of your name, your heart doubles up its pace.
He continues, but your head is pulsing and your ears throbbing so loudly that you can barely make out the speech he’s currently giving you. You feel lightheaded, as well as the tears welling up in your eyes, clouding your vision.
He sounds uncharacteristically shy when he finally says, “Will you marry me?”
That’s the last thing you hear before you black out.
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You’re met with a blinding white light when you come to.
You strain to sit up in order to look around, the movement causing Bakugou, who is on a stool beside your bed, to stir awake.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Take it easy.”
Robbed of all words, you nod, taking heed and slowly lifting yourself up into a seated position.
“Where am I?” you ask.
“The nearest hospital from the restaurant,” he explains. “You fainted.”
“Seriously?”
He nods, face stern. “Thankfully I was able to catch you before your head could hit the ground. We just need to run a few more tests before you get cleared for discharge.”
And with that, the elephant in the room remains as evident as ever.
“Look, Kats,” you start, “about earlier—”
“Let’s not talk about it right now,” he cuts you off. “Come on, let’s get you ready for discharge.”
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You barely catch him before he goes to work the next day.
Bakugou’s not a morning person—you found out about that a week into dating him when you noticed how curt his messages were in the mornings—yet he’s now up at 6:24 AM, darting in and out of the rooms in your shared apartment, getting ready for the day.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s rushing to leave.
“You’re awake,” you say lamely as you enter the living room.
He grunts in response, attention directed to the duffel bag he always brings to the office on patrol days.
You want to ask him why he’s up this early, but ultimately decide against it. Instead, you say: “Did you pack your lunch already?”
“Yeah,” he gestures to his bag, “It’s in here.”
“Okay.”
You stand awkwardly by the door as you watch him zip his bag and adjust his civilian clothes that would be swapped in for his winter costume later.
He then walks up to you and presses a kiss on your forehead—so tentatively it makes you ache.
Since when did he get so hesitant with you?
“I’ll go then,” he announces.
And before you know it, the front door shuts, his perfume leaving a nostalgic fragrance in its trail.
Only then do you realize that I love you’s were not exchanged.
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The days after are unremarkably the same.
He’s been getting up extra early so that by the time you wake up, he’s already on his way to the agency.
On top of that, he’s starting to work overtime now, too.
Lately, he’s been arriving home as late as almost midnight.
You try to wait up for him—you really do—but with your own work to get to the following mornings, you just couldn’t sustain that arrangement.
And so you rarely see him.
But to your relief, despite everything that’s gone wrong with Bakugou since the night he proposed, you still fall on the same bed at the end of the day.
Albeit his back is turned against you. Still, you’re grateful. There’s a certain comfort that blankets you whenever you’re near Bakugou, and that hasn’t changed one bit.
Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you mirror him, your back now facing his.
Which is why you don’t notice it until you hear a gasp.
Propping yourself up on your elbow, you look at Bakugou, who’s now sitting upright, chest heaving.
Quickly, you rouse yourself, facing him. “What’s wrong?”
He inhales deeply as his eyes dart towards you, beads of sweat now decorating his forehead.
“Nightmare,” he croaks.
At that, you grab his ice-cold hands, squeezing them in yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”
A beat passes before he reluctantly shakes his head. “It’s just the usual.”
The usual. Being held hostage by that monster, getting kidnapped, being responsible for All Might’s—
“It doesn’t matter if it’s new or not,” you retort, squeezing his hands again in an attempt to anchor him to reality. “I’m here to listen, alright?”
Bakugou hesitates for a second before nodding, a pained expression written across his face.
He starts to lean in closer, probably to drop his head at the crook of your neck like he usually does when plagued with nightmares, before hesitating and leaning back.
“Okay.”
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The next morning, you wake up not only to an empty bed, but an empty house.
Still half asleep, you trudge your way toward the kitchen, where a bento box is sitting on the island. On top of it is a sticky note that reads:
Going out w the guys after shift. Don’t wait up.
Your heart sinks at the thought of not being able to see Bakugou for the day.
Still, maybe he needs this night out.
You wouldn’t want to spend time with the person who rejected you either.
With a heavy heart, you get ready for the day yourself.
Work is the least of your concerns this morning, but you figure you have to go. You could use some distraction to take your mind off your crumbling relationship.
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You’re in your bed reading that non-fiction you’ve been putting off for a while now when your phone rings.
You reach for your phone, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Kirishima’s caller ID.
Huh.
You press the green button after a few seconds of letting it ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Y/N!” a cheery voice greets you. “This is Kirishima.”
“Hey, Ei,” you start, weirdly nervous. “How are you and the rest of the squad?”
“Actually, that’s why I called you. Can you pick Bakugou up? He’s so drunk.”
Your Katsuki? Drunk?
For some reason, the idea of talking to a drunk Bakugou, who also happens to be the bluntest version of himself, elicits an unpleasant feeling in your gut.
“Really?” you ask, voice small. “How much did he drink?”
“Not a lot, but the alcohol percentage of the ones he downed are pretty high.”
When you don’t respond for a while, he pipes up with: “Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
Kirishima sounds unsure when he asks, “Is everything okay with you guys?”
“Yes, Ei.” No, Ei. I inadvertently rejected his marriage proposal.
“Okay, that’s good to hear,” he starts. “It’s just that he barely mentioned you when he was still sober—which is a rare occurrence, if you only knew. He only started calling for you when he was three glasses in.”
Despite yourself, your stomach flips in delight. He’s still thinking about me, you think to yourself.
“Anyway, as I was saying, are you good to fetch him?”
“Yes,” you stand up and grab for your keys. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
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You’re situating the car in your designated parking space when Bakugou finally stirs awake.
Once you’re parked, you turn off the engine before you reach over the console to unfasten his seatbelt. Yours follows shortly after.
You look at him, whose eyes are still closed.
“We’re here, Kats.”
At the sound of your voice, his eyes shoot open and he examines his environment, alarmed. Once he catches sight of you, though, he visibly relaxes.
Only to straighten up in his seat, stiff and unable to look you in the eye.
“You didn’t have to, uh,” he stammers, struggling to formulate coherent sentences. “Get me. You didn’t have to get me.”
You shoot him a small smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
He doesn’t say anything after that, eyes trained on your car’s windshield.
A moment passes before he speaks again.
“My mom made me do it, you know.”
You stare at his side profile. “Made you do what?”
“Propose to you.”
“Oh.”
He shakes his head, almost in disagreement. “The old hag really wants me to get married. I told her we didn’t have to get married because we’re happy the way things are and that shit is just for formality. Told me I’d be missing out on you wearing a wedding dress.”
You snort, “That’s what convinced you to ask me?”
He grins. “Nah. I just realized I wanted to get married if it was to you.”
Before you can even react, Bakugou shifts in his seat, breaking eye contact.
“It was stupid of me, though.”
Your stomach drops in anticipatory dread. “Stupid of you to what?”
He chuckles, although he seems anything but happy. “Was stupid of me to think someone like you would say yes to someone like me.
“I—” he stutters, “I wouldn’t marry me either.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighs, “Just…who the fuck do I think am, proposing to you? I was a horrible person who fucked things up so many times growing up. Maybe this is karma biting me back in the ass.”
“Katsuki.”
“You can do way be—”
“Katsuki!”
He jerks his head to face you, bewildered and eyes glassy.
You reach over the console to hold his scarred hand, staring him down.
“Look at me.”
He does so.
“You’re not that person anymore, alright?” You squeeze his hand, “Please don’t do this to yourself.”
Under the intensity of your gaze, Bakugou can only nod in affirmation before you engulf him in your first hug in what feels like weeks.
“Come on,” you say when you finally part, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
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Bakugou sleeps like a baby by your side that night. Meanwhile, you stay up until the wee hours of the morning, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He thinks you don’t want to marry him.
Your heart aches at the very thought of him grappling with the most false of all statements.
You want to marry him, you really do, but all your fears suddenly rose to the surface and enveloped you the second he went on one knee.
And that’s what you’re planning to confess to him tonight.
You wait, wrapped in the thickest jacket you own, seated on the bench for Bakugou to come. You left him a note alongside his bento box earlier this morning—a note that says to meet you at the indicated address.
Lost in your thoughts and in your internal monologue, you startle when somebody sits next to you.
You look to your right, only to see Bakugou in his thickest jacket, a gray beanie covering his ash blonde locks, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Do you remember this place?” you ask, voice quiet.
He scoffs, “Of course I do, dumbass.”
At that, you chuckle. “This is where we had our first date.”
He grunts in agreement. He doesn’t say anything after that.
A few seconds pass before he finally pipes up with: “So why did you bring me here?”
Your heart’s pace quickens at the query.
You gulp, although your voice still ends up shaky. “I wanted to apologize.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
You shake your head, “You don’t understand.”
He chuckles, that same one that translates to anything but happiness. “I think I do. You don’t want to marry me, I get it.”
“No,” you say, voice louder. “I want to marry you.”
At your admission, Bakugou turns to look you in the eye. The hopeful expression on his face is staggering, you want to curl up into a ball and cry. “What?”
“I said,” you repeat, “I want to marry you.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Then why have you been acting like you don’t?”
At his question, you can’t help but clench your eyes closed. This is too much, you think to yourself, but you owe Bakugou the truth.
“I’m just scared, Kats. Truly. I—” you stammer, “I just can’t shake off the fear of losing you one day. And I know your capabilities and I know how hard you work. Just that—I don’t know. The fear of seeing you killed one day is paralyzing.”
Bakugou reaches out to you, and you let him wipe away the tears that are now falling down your cheeks.
“I’m scared, too,” he offers. “But I don’t know.”
He shakes his head, “I’m more scared of not being with you.”
At his confession, you can’t help but smile. “I think that’s how I feel, too.”
You rest your head on Bakugou’s shoulder, your hand in his. You stay like that for a few minutes before you pull away and turn to regard him again.
“Can we start over?” you ask, “I want to propose to you soon.”
Bakugou smirks, nothing but elation on his face. He takes your other hand and squeezes it.
“Not if I propose to you first.”
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hii! i have a hurt/comfort idea with pro hero bakugo where basically his pro hero wife (or gf) comes home looking like shit after getting called to save civilians from a flood caused by a villian (but her quirk doesn't have to do with water) since the other aquatic heroes weren't available n basically shes upset with herself since she wasnt able to save everyone :( anddd bkg comforts her and cleans up her wounds
ive had this idea for a long time and i thought youd execute it perfectly 💙💙
“i made dinner! you better like it because i lowered the spice level for you!” katsuki yells from his spot in the kitchen.
you shut the door lightly. there’s a hollow expression on your face, dried tear streaks covering your skin.
you can’t find the strength to reply to him.
“hey, did you go deaf on patrol??” he calls, voice getting closer as he rounds the corner.
he stills at your sullen face, his fingers twitching.
“baby? what’s wrong, what happened?” he says in a whisper, trailing over to you.
your empty gaze stays glued to the wooden floors of your shared home, unable to look at him.
he immediately goes into protection mode.
“can i touch you?” he whispers softly.
you offer a small nod, letting him know you won’t flinch or get uncomfortable.
he brushes his hand across your cheek before moving down to grab you from under the armpits.
he pulls you to him and you gently wrap your limbs around him, a small sniffle escaping you.
“shhh i know.” katsuki comforts you, starting to walk to the couch with you still tight in his hold.
he sits you on the couch and gets on his knees in front of you, grabbing your foot to unlace your boots.
when he’s done he stands and places your boots in the front hall before returning in front of you.
he grabs your hands while still just kneeling there for you.
“ready to talk?” he asks slowly.
your brows furrow and you shake your head.
“okay, let’s go shower.” he says before lifting you again. he’s never pushed you to talk in situations like these and you’ll have to remember to thank him for that later.
the walk to the bathroom is silent. he strokes your soaked hair and rubs your back over your equally drenched hero suit.
he wants to ask what happened, wants to tell you he’ll be able to help you once he knows what it is.
he sits you down on the toilet seat before grabbing the first aid kit and resumes his spot in front of you.
“you need to take your suit off baby.” he says gently.
you look down at your suit covered in blood and soaked with water and tears.
sniffling, you grab the zipper on the front of your suit. you tug on it gently and it won’t budge. tug on it a little harder, frustrated tears burning in your eyes. you rip the zipper as hard as you can and start to tug on the fabric of your suit. you feel constricted and claustrophobic and hurried sobs rip from your throat.
“hey. hey. stop. i’ve got you. katsuki’s here.” he mumbles grabbing your wrists and peeling your hands off your body.
“i can’t- it won’t come off! i can’t do this.” you whimper, squirming in his hold.
he shushes you gently, caressing your face to wipe the tears.
“i got it, okay?” he assures you, reaching for the zipper and pulling the trapped fabric that stopped the mechanism from working before freeing you from the suit.
you continue to sob as he takes your suit off and once you’re free there’s a myriad of kisses pressed into the skin of your face and hands.
he waits with you. doesn’t rush you by immediately cleaning your wounds, he just waits. letting you cry while he rubs your thighs to keep you warm and kisses your face.
once the tears slow he presses a last kiss to your forehead before pulling back to his spot on the floor.
“can i clean you up now?” he asks softly.
you sniffle, wiping your hands down your face and nodding.
“okay.” he says sweetly, opening the first aid kit while assessing your wounds.
the alcohol he uses to disinfect your cuts stings, but every wince you make disgusts you compared to what the victims of the flood endured.
he finishes disinfecting your wounds and makes a note to himself that there were only small cuts and bruises, they should all heal quickly.
“okay, we gotta shower now baby.” he says, grabbing your face in both hands to make you look at him.
“kay.” you nod and stand on shaky legs to remove the last of your clothes.
katsuki does the same after turning the water on, the pitter patter of the water hitting the tiled floor mimics the white noise in your head.
you feel katsuki wrap his hand around yours, pulling you into the warm shower.
you sigh deeply at the feeling of the water against your skin.
katsuki starts to clean you up, top to bottom. shampooing your hair before grabbing a loofa and dragging it down your arms and stomach, careful not to irritate any of your cuts, then gets back on his knees to scrub your legs.
a whimper makes break his focus. looking up at you, he watches as you break out into wailing sobs, echoing off the walls of the shower.
“i know. just let it out.” he says, continuing to clean you off.
when the tears don’t stop he puts the loofa down and look up at you.
he’s never seen you cry like this before.
standing from his spot on the ground, he drags his hands up your body, caressing you with care.
“it’s over now. you’re safe.” he whispers, arms wrapping around your head to pull you close.
“they’re not safe.” you mumble uncomfortably.
he looks down at you, trying to be eye level.
“who’s not?” he questions.
“i couldn’t save them. i was drowning. the villain covered the city in water and-” a choked sound rips from your throat.
“windows on the apartment shattered and all the bodies… they all got swept into the water.”
katsuki’s eyes widen, he didn’t know what to expect but it definitely wasn’t this.
“it’s not your fault baby, you did everything you could.” he soothes, kissing your face in a desperate need to convince you.
your eyes meet his for the first time tonight, you look broken. it’s like the light from your eyes has been drained.
“i know it’s my fault katsuki.”
your words suffocate him, he doesn’t understand how to help you and it’s killing him inside.
“and they know it’s my fault too.”
your eyes bore into his skull and he tightens his grip on you.
“what? what do you mean, what happened?” he’s desperate. desperate for answers. desperate because he couldn’t help you. desperate to get his girlfriend back.
“the woman’s husband. the boys mother. the little girl whose mother died because of me!” you’re desperate too. you don’t deserve to be held and comforted after what you did.
you struggle in katsuki’s grip but he doesn’t let you go.
“you didn’t do anything wrong. this wasn’t your fault, and you did everything you could. this isn’t a villain you should’ve been sent to deal with, especially on your own. you can’t punish yourself for things that were out of your hands. you stopped the villain, okay?” katsuki says firmly, voice not wavering once.
you stop struggling, knees going weak in his hold. he picks you up and lets you koala around him, the vibrations from your whimpers and sobs echoing off his skin.
“it wasn’t your fault.” he whispers into your ear.
he shuts off the water, taking you outside and wrapping a towel around you.
you’re shivering. partly from the cold and partly from guilt and sorrow.
but katsuki’s there. to hold you up, to keep you from falling apart.
“i’m here.” he whispers as he lays you down in bed, not caring about your wet hair and choosing to forgo getting you both dressed.
he climbs in next to you, pulls the covers over your cold body and wraps his arm around your waist, the other coming to play with your hair in a final attempt to soothe you.
“i love you. more than anything, okay?” you nod, silent tears streaming down your face.
“i’m so proud of you.” you sniffle, inching closer to him to tuck your face in his warm chest.
you both stay like that, his fingers running through your hair and your steady puffs of breath hitting his chest.
“goodnight angel.”
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Thinking about the progression of Katsuki letting you pet his hair (he’s also deaf in this bc I said so). Also season 6 spoilers lol
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The first time you do it is during the designated movie night Class 1-A had every month during the weekend. Soft fleeces, pillows and sleeping bags litter the common room floor as everyone nestled in to start the movies. It was sacred tradition; a huge marathon of previously voted movies streamed one after another until everyone was asleep, or if the marathon ends early.
(Aizawa couldn’t be bothered to lecture the class anymore; as long as caramel popcorn didn’t get stuck in the rugs of the common room, you could all stay up for a solid week for all he cared).
You and the Bakusquad were lucky to snag one of the bigger couches, comfortable sitting you, Mina, Kirishima and Sero. Denki whined and pouted at first, before grinning at the realisation that he would be sat between your legs.
You and Mina both rolled your eyes, knowing that for all Denki was a hormonal teenage boy, he was harmless. Kirishima had even convinced Bakugou to join you somehow (under the promise that he wouldn’t bother him again).
“Tch, ain’t no way in hell you’re sittin’ there, sparky. Move your ass ya fuckin’ pervert,” he demanded, pulling Denki out of his euphoria. Denki whined, mumbling about how it was so unfair.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, before setting himself down. He would way rather have sat on the actual couch itself, but his head was pounding from training today and he could not be bothered to argue. You shimmied slightly closer to the arm of the couch so he would have more head room, which didn’t go unnoticed.
The lights in the room dimmed, snacks were distributed and drinks were poured. The dramatic sting of the opening credits filled the room as you and Mina giggled in excitement.
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Katsuki’s head was absolutely killing him. The shitty combination of his classmates twittering, stupid jokes and shitty jumpscares made the pain in his head borderline unbearable. He was just about to get up and go when he felt a hand softly nestle into his fluffy locks.
Out of instinct, his warm palms wrapped tightly around the perpetrator’s, earning him a squeak. His head snapped in the general direction, only to be met with your widened eyes.
“Sorry Bakugou. There was a spider in your hair,” you whispered in his ear, showing him the tiny arachnid that was creeping along your hand. Katsuki rolled his eyes and released your hand.
“Whatever, just don’t touch me again, you weirdo,” he grumbled. He rested his head against the space between your and Mina’s legs and continued to watch the movie.
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The next movie day was quite similar. You all arranged yourselves in a similar way, with you and Mina sat on the couch and Bakugou nestled between the two of you.
His head was absolutely pounding after training, but he owed Kirishima and he’d rather die than be indebted to him. The movie played as he rested his head on the plush couch, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. His hearing aids had been a total pain in his ass, and hearing was just too much for him.
He took them out, snapping them away in his case as he squints at the screen and lip-reads. You took notice immediately, gently tapping his shoulder and signing to him if he was okay. He blinked at you before huffing.
Yeah, I’m fine. Head hurts is all, and having a hearing break, he signed. You let out a silent “ohhh”. You thought for a minute before signing again.
I can give you a head massage if you like? My quirk allows me to heal through touching.
Katsuki’s eyes shot open before grunting and looking away. You took that as a no, before he nudged your shoulder.
Discretely. Do not let ANYONE see or I’ll kill you, he signed aggressively. You smiled as you started at the base of his scalp, your quirk heating up ever so slightly as you gently twirled his baby hairs.
Katsuki let out a slow breath as his migraine started to lift, and if he focused for a second; the ringing in his ears started to quiet. Your hands worked magic into his scalp, softly scrunching the dandelion fluff. Shivers ran down his spine as you thumbed the sensitive skin near his ears.
It took 20 minutes for him to feel completely rejuvenated, taking your hand off his head with a blushy grunt.
Thanks, or whatever, he signed, looking away. You gave him a small smile, ruffling his hair as he swatted you.
No problem, blasty.
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“Where the fuck is he?! TELL ME WHERE HE IS, RIGHT NOW!” You demanded, the poor doctor hiding behind their clipboard as she waits for you to calm down.
“He’s right in here, but please be careful with him. He’s stable, but any… intense… emotions can throw that right out of whack,” she said calmly, opening the door and closing it behind you.
Katsuki was laid in bed, propped up by pillows as an oxygen mask aided his laboured breathing. His beautiful face was scratched to hell and back, and his upper torso was covered in bloodied bandages.
You let out a stifled sob, hands covering your mouth upon seeing your classmate. The two of you had grown closer during the movie nights; your hands would end up tangled in his hair as he slumped against you sleepily, slow but hot breaths against your leg.
You would kill Shigaraki for doing this, if it was the last thing you would do. Your head rested against the bed rails as you cried, not knowing if your crush would ever wake up.
“H-handsy? Wh’ the mphuck happened?” Katsuki murmured out. Red eyes cracked open slightly as he focused on you, before they shot open completely.
��Deku!” He exclaimed, trying to rip the oxygen mask off and trying to race to his feet. You exclaimed loudly, trying to get him to calm down. You ended up sitting on him, pressing his shoulders back into the bed as you looked at each other wildly.
“Y-you’re alive…” you let out a slow sob as you lowered your head. Katsuki stared at you, before his calloused hands caressed your cheeks. Your eyes shot open, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
It was like he was seeing you clearly for the first time in ages, all worries slowly melting away as your hands bunched into his scrubs. You let go of his clothes as you started to shakily sign.
Shigaraki impaled you after you pushed Deku away. He’s totally fine, a bit roughed up but he’s being treated in another room. Your organs were pierced, and you’re gonna be sore for a while but you’ll get better soon, you sign. Katsuki nodded, still tracing your cheeks.
He let go of you as he signed back.
Are you okay? Did Shigaraki get you? You were there with us, and I blacked out before I could find you.
You shook your head.
No, I’m fine. I had a concussion and a busted leg, but Recovery Girl fixed me up almost right away. Does your head hurt? How do you feel?
Katsuki thought for a second.
My head hurts a little, and my gut hurts like fuck. Shigaraki fucking ripped my hearing aid out too so my ears are ringing.
You paused as you looked at him. You got off him quickly, signing to him that you were going to find a nurse, stopping when you felt him grasp your wrist.
Can you interpret for me? I’m a bit out of it and my head hurts too much for me to lip-read, he signed, looking… worried?
You smiled to him and nodded, promising that you wouldn’t leave him.
Nurses came and went as you signed to him what they were saying, as well as explaining how they were going to monitor him. He, of course, demanded you tell them that he’s fine to go home. You shook your head, smiling slightly as you tell them that he isn’t the biggest fan of hospitals, making him flip the bird at you.
The doctors gave him some antibiotics as he laid grumpily in bed, waiting for them to kick in. They left, reminding you of visiting times and when you would have to leave. You thanked them on behalf of you both, bowing before looking back to your crush.
He was sat pouting, tugging on the wires and tubes gently. Since he was more lucid, his usual moody temperament was back. You sat on the foot of the bed, tugging the blanket to get his attention.
Are you tired? I can leave you alone if you want. I know the others are probably going to demand to see you soon too, so you might want to rest up, you signed. Katsuki tutted, before a thought crossed his mind.
No, I’m not tired. Those extras can wait too. My head hurts still, so get over here and use your quirk, he signed aggressively, a stark contrast to the pink creeping up on his cheeks.
Oh, I’ll call the nurse- you start signing before Katsuki lets out an aggravated grunt.
No, dumbass. My HEAD HURTS, come USE YOUR QUIRK, he made his hand movements larger to emphasise. You stop, letting out an ohhhhh.
A cheeky grin swamped your face as your cheeks warmed. Katsuki huffed and looked away, calloused fingers playing with the hospital sheets. You shyly made your way next to him, him shifting away to give you room.
Are you comfortable? You sign. Katsuki nods, wrapping his arm gingerly around your waist. Your arms snaked around his shoulders, pushing his head into your neck. Gentle hands pulled debris out of his fluffy locks, content in hearing Katsuki’s relieved huffs of breath.
“…ne.”
“Did… did you say something, Bakugou?” You turn to look at him. His cheeks were splashed a delicate rosy pink.
“Be mine, damnit!” His voice was gruff with disuse as he peers into your eyes. Your own orbs couldn’t help the leaks, reaching down and pressing your lips to his.
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The next movie night rolled around, Katsuki was proud to show you off as his partner. PDA was a tricky concept for him, after almost being scared off when his parents found you both asleep and cuddled tightly together well after visiting hours.
He had no qualms shouting praises to you during training, or threatening the life of creepy guys who can’t stop staring. So his favourite time where he can absorb your love in public lies in the tradition of movie nights.
Katsuki had his hearing aids out again, simply opting to sit in silence. He was sat between your legs, head resting against your tummy as he was occasionally shifted by your quiet laughs. He paid no mind though; so calm and quiet that he was ready to fall asleep.
Then your magic hands came out. You knew all of his sweet spots; the delicate scarring near the tips of his ears, the wispy baby hairs near the bottom of his neck, and the sensitive spot in the crown of his scalp always sent a shiver down his spine. He reminded you of a kitten, and when he lets out the occasional sigh, you imagine he’s purring instead.
With the soft kisses pressed against your thighs, just the two of you together and your hand in his hair,
he’s never felt more loved.
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「How BNHA Boys would react if you get rejected by them only to start dating their friend after they comfort you」
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⤷ Bakugou
bakugou never needed anyone, and he felt great like that; that's what he always said and that's what he said when you declared yourself to him. he didn't feel remorse or sadness until he saw you moving on; a mix of emotions took over him when he saw you being happy with someone else, being loved and valued. he felt selfish seeing you like this, but mostly he felt horrible for letting you go and realizing his feelings too late. he would try to talk to you, but not in a nice way because he doesn't know how to do that; his feelings are taking over him, his anger and selfishness taking over his thoughts and words, which made you move even further away from him. which made you hurt even more. but you wouldn't need to worry about that because you have someone who would take care of you and help you heal your scars, while he only had himself because he never needed anyone… he thinks.
⤷ Deku he was confused about his own feelings and didn't want to involve you in this confusion, so he just let you go. at first, he thought it was the right thing because he thought he didn't feel anything for you, he didn't see you the same way you saw him. but these thoughts came at the exact moment he saw you with someone else. he didn't feel anything for you, right? so why now does his chest feel like you took his heart away? why does he miss you? he just looks at you from afar while you laugh at the joke that your 'friend' told you - the same friend of his, that he told you everything. the same friend who caught you when he let you fell. he just takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as he tries to look away. but he can't, you trapped him and he knows it won't be easy to escape. he knows it won't be easy to let you go. not this time.
⤷ Kirishima
he thought his friend would just laugh at the situation, but no, his friend got angry. why did he hurt you? why didn't he value you? why was he finding all this funny? the two argue and kirishima tries to put it aside; it's over now, none of that matters anymore. but, when he saw you and your friend being happy, he felt the weight of the consequences of his actions. he was childish to have found the situation funny or to have bragged that he didn't want you - when, in fact, all he wanted most was you. he knows there's nothing to be done now, so he just sits with his feelings, trying not to drown in a sea of guilt, disappointment and regret.
⤷ Todoroki
he just didn't know how to show his feelings. he couldn't say or demonstrate anything, just look at you scared while you opened your heart to him. from his reaction, you imagined that he didn't feel the same way and that your feelings didn't mean anything to him, so you just asked him to forget everything and left, trying to connect the pieces of your broken heart. you haven't seen each other since then, and the moment he sees you again, he becomes unresponsive again. you moved on. you learned to love and accept being loved by someone who truly values you and loves you the way you are; someone who knows how to show their feelings. he stays still, unresponsive again, just letting his heart shatter in his chest into pieces so small that he feels like they will never mend again.
⤷ Denki
he wouldn't mind so much at first, actually. you declared yourself to him, he didn't feel the same way, you say sorry, he makes a joke about the situation and you don't talk to each other anymore; breaking that bond of friendship and trust that you had. he was fine for a few days, but then regret came like a wave; why did he do that? he was so blind, so lost… he shouldn't have let you go. but when he looks for you again, it's already too late. you are with someone else; someone comforted you when he left. someone who truly loved you. someone who isn't him. he feels terrible like never before, but there's nothing he can do. he tries to be happy for you, he swears he tries, but he knows he will never really succeed.
⤷ Tamaki
when you first declared yourself to him, he was paralyzed. he didn't know how to react, it was as if the world had stopped as he tried to find himself. his silence was like a nightmare to your ears, which made you imagine the worst and he did nothing to change it; he just distanced himself from you because he felt like he was drowning, like he couldn't breathe next to you. after that you walked away from him because you couldn't look at him after what happened, but he could look at you with his friend; he didn't know if you two were together or not, but he felt his heartache like never before in his chest. and he wondered why. why couldn't he say anything? why did he feel his heart break for you after losing you? why couldn't he be different?
⤷ Shinsou
he was so used to people's rejection and fear that he was confused and lost when you confessed to him; he didn't know what to say. he didn't know how to tell you this, but he wasn't ready. he didn't want to trust anyone else just to have his heart and soul broken again. then he pushes you away, leaving you and him broken because he loved you dearly, but not in the same way you loved him. he thought it would be the best for both of you, but it was the best for you that you found a better person and finally cured yourself of all the nightmares of your past. and he can only observe; with a broken heart in his hands as he realized he lost the love of his life, the only person he truly loved and trusted, and who loved him back, but he realized his feelings too late.
⤷ Hawks
he started making so many excuses and reasons why you shouldn't be together that he made you think the problem was you. and it broke you completely. he was truly sorry about that, but there was nothing he could do when you started to walk away and fix yourself with someone else's help; a person he trusted. he knows it's too late to apologize or take it back, and he doesn't want to take away that bright smile of yours off your face after all he's done for you. so he just watches from afar with a broken heart and empty eyes as you find your home in someone else's heart.
⤷ Dabi
he didn't want a relationship right now and he wasn't ready to share his life with someone, so he broke your heart in ways you didn't even know were possible. but seeing you moving away from him made him feel a huge emptiness in his heart; a void you've filled for so long. and when he saw you with someone else finally being happy and free, he realized he made the biggest mistake of his life. he didn't know how much he loved you and how much he wanted you until he finally realized that he lost you in someone else's arms. but he has to pretend he's okay with it because, after all, he's the one who broke your heart.
⤷ Shigaraki
he always felt something different for you, but he didn't want to destroy you like he did all the other people that came into his life. so the best option he had was to lie and say he didn't feel the same way about you. he knew it would hurt, but it was a pain he could heal and leave only a scar…right? he's sorry he hurt you that day and he'll never forget that, not after the day he saw you with a new person. and this person - who swore to be his friend - made you so, so happy. and he hated himself for knowing he could never give it to you, but he hates himself even more for not even trying.
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